You don't know Jack!

It's getting to be that time of the year again. It's warm, there's more activities to do outside, people are having a bit more free time, etc. So it's only natural that my inbox start to have an influx of "Pick me please pick me Mistress" messages.

These are always fun to go thru but I have been getting some messages that I've actually responded to. One in particular caught my eye because it was well written and it was actually from a reader of the blog. One thing lead to another and we started exchanging good messages back and forth. We've exchanged pictures and phone numbers, shared some info, tried to see if we're going to mesh well in the kink department. It looks promising.

He (let's call him "Jack") sounds as if he might be a good fit. A perfect fit---which is rare, if at all possible. I've been looking at his pictures on and off since we exchanged them because he is good looking and looks oddly familiar in that general way. Me being a photographer and I...well I enjoy beauty.

Isn't he handsome? (This is the picture he sent me today)

What's that? You say you've seen him before? Well that's impossible! This is my "Jack". Where have you seen him???

Oh you mean the same place I saw him? Online or on television. 

Jack? Cesc? Whatever I'll take you!

Well in that regards you'd be right. You see, this isn't Jack. This is actually a Spanish footballer who plays for FC Barcelona named Cesc Fabregas.

What?! I was talking to someone famous?! *fans self*

It turns out Jack doesn't realize that I'm a smart bitch. I don't just take ANYONE'S words at face value. Especially online. I don't trust these dozens of "men" who want to be perfect for me, who want so badly to be under my heel that they must lie about their very identity. Over the years I've gotten good at spotting the fakes and I almost let this one slip by but too much wasn't adding up. Namely how the hell he was talking to me online in Washington, DC when he was just playing a game back in Barcelona. Oh yeah, I forgot, he must have a teleportation device. I told you Jack was perfect!

If any of you 10,000 readers I get per month want to tell Jack how perfect he is, or just want a chance with him, here's his email (I'm willing to share him): jack.candiotti@yahoo.com

The sad thing is Jack did have a good personality and I probably would've met him and given him a chance---you know aside from his whole "dishonesty is the best policy" policy.

Building blocks of trust

The boy has asked for more D/s in his life. 

I've been cautiously giving him a little taste here and there hoping to tide him over until I decide if he's ready for a full course meal. He has now told me he is hungry and he has a craving. 

Externally he can handle nearly everything I want to give him. He's taken the face slapping, ball punching, dick whipping, breath play, and domineering attitude with more stride than I thought he would.

It's the internal things that worry me. The things I can't see. No, I'm not talking about any possible internal harm to vitals I could do...it's those emotional ties. The internal struggle of how to let go of the decisions and power over himself that he is so use to having. The feeling that when I tell him he is worthless to me unless on his knees starts to creep into his insecure crevices.

He hasn't had me fully unleash my psychological domination on him and I have been holding back. I've allowed him to eat what he wants, wear what he desires, watch the things he enjoys, and most of all sit where he pleases. These will all change if he is to fully submit control to me.

One independent building block at a time I will knock them down...