Dandyland Diaries Read Free

actuality, they all really enjoyed it.
    I clicked off of our chat without saying good-bye, further sending home the message that I was done using him and he was of no value to me anymore. My phone chirped with an incoming text. It simply read: Thank you, Goddess.
    Of course I was now so turned on and sexually charged that I needed to go take a few moments for myself. I thought about his eyes and how they rolled back s lightly in his head when I gave him the final count. I thought about his huge load that washed over his stomach. I thought about crushing his balls… Okay, I know. But it seriously did it for me. Insert smiley face.
    Over the next few days, Gavin and I excha nged multitudes of sexy messages and naughty voicemails. I would demand him to bow at any given moment and insisted on photographic proof that he had done so. I had decided to buy a chastity device for his cock since I intended to fully own him. He was happy to hear that and felt extremely honored. He felt on the way to being a fully owned slut by a much sought-after Goddess, and this was his ultimate wish.
    The day the device arrived in the mail was the last day I heard from him. I texted him a picture of his new cage, expecting an excited, I can’t wait to be at your heels wearing this. But instead, I got nothing.
    The next day, I texted Gavin again. Where are you, slut? Everything okay? No word back. I tried once more the next day and then gave up, deciding that if he wanted to talk more, he would. Even if I was feeling something for him, the true state of the relationship was still just based on fantasy and nothing so far on reality. We had never even met. So I was not about to start chasing after him. But secretly, I was very crushed.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 2
     
     
    I moved on. I found some other pets to play with very quickly. I became interested in one little slave named Sam. He was little, about 5’8”, cute, very physically fit, and very nearly covered in tattoos. I had my doubts about how attractive he was, but not everyone can be a Gavin. Those kinds of sluts only come along once in a blue moon. But Sam was very eager to be an owned slave and very nearly begged me to consider him.
    He told me that he had been a liv e-in slave for a couple in Florida for nearly two years. He ran their errands, did their housekeeping, and was there for any of their sexual desires. He told me that the Mistress was more or less the one he pampered with massages and pedicures, but the Master was the one that required him sexually. His Master would order Sam to take his cock both in his ass and in his mouth. He would hang a sign on the doorknob letting the Mistress know that Sam was “in use” and to not disturb them. Sam claimed that being a slave was not about his wants or preferences.
    Sam had also told me that they held him in chastity and that he was milked once a week at a special time each week to keep his prostate healthy. He said the longest he had been in chastity without release was three months.
    Hmmmmmm…. I love me some good chastity. SOLD! I was so happy that I may have found a good, albeit subpar, slut to replace Gavin that I was extra eager to meet. However, something told me to hold off. I had found a very in-depth slave application that was n early thirty pages long and went into extreme detail about expectations, experiences, fantasies, limits, and fears. So I decided, if this bitch wanted to play ball, he could go ahead and do this hideous application. Let’s see just how bad he really wanted this.
    When I told Sam about it, he eagerly agreed. He would get home from work that night and complete it while enjoying a glass of wine. Sam asked if, while he provided answers to my questions, he would be permitted to wear his butt plug that stimulated his prostate in just the right way. I granted him permission. Why not? He thanked me and I told him I would call him in one hour. He waited for the file to come via email, but when it did,