When I have an interesting call, I feel it should be shared.  That person has earned the right to receive recognition for outstanding performance and service. If it can make me smile, the work required should be given applause.  Making me smile is no easy task, considering the number of assholes on this planet seems to be multiplying at an alarming rate.

He entered my world as a shy and quiet man, who was just a bit curious.  He knew he liked the way lace and silk lingerie felt against his skin.  He was turned on by the way the frilly frocks looked and felt. He just needed a bit of motivation to experience the true depth of pleasure they could provide to him.

His obedience and respect were in place from the very beginning, although the nervousness he felt did not allow his voice above a whisper. I was turned on by his bashful behavior and his lust for more.

I led him slowly.  He never disobeyed.  He always willingly and faithfully followed my lead.  I assured him I would open the doors for him and lead him through.

That shy man, who was a girly boy who had not admitted it to himself, has now become my little doll.  Strap ons and stroking for me were kinks he had never thought about. Luckily, my mind is dirty enough for us both! He had the will and the want, I had the knowledge.

After a particularly fun session, which ended with him cumming and screaming my name repeatedly and with no shame, his breath was short.  When he was finally able to speak again, the only words he could manage were, “Thank you, Mistress! Aaahhh!”

Those words immediately earned his already hard again cock, yes, he is a talented man, another release.  He earned two breathtaking cum shots from me in one day. It happens.

I have been known to to be generous to those who kiss my ass and lick my boots with zest and loyalty.