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Getting my first shot next week, the day after my birthday. What a great present! Got to wait almost a month for shot 2 though.

I got bored and started a new fictional story. This is not complete...whether I go further really depends on whether anyone expresses any interest in seeing more. Without further adieu: --- John hadn't orgasmed in well over a month. Occasional, fleeting thoughts that he might have an issue had become a looming anxiety. He didn't want to face it, but if it didn't resolve itself soon, he would need to go to a doctor. But he wasn't sure if he should see a urologist or a psychiatrist. It seemed to have started some time after last month's office morale happy hour. He had chatted up the new superstar in the marketing department, Vicki. She was young and confident, and what's more, she was hot and she knew it. She was a bit on the short side, with alabaster skin but dark hair and deep, dark eyes. She wore her hair in a neat, straight bob parted right in the middle, and had a habit of looking at you like she was sizing up competition, which was to be expected of a marketing executive. John didn't think he had a problem with women in the workplace, but there was a cockiness about Vicki that sometimes rubbed him the wrong way. She had joined the firm at around the same time as several other women, during a deliberate push to diversify the company. The top boss believed that women could sell to women better than any man could. John wasn't convinced that it was that simple, but he couldn't argue that Vicki hadn't proved her worth. She had climbed faster than the other new hires, and seemed perfectly comfortable swimming with the sharks. She had pretty quickly become a peer of John's, and they were now in direct competition for the next big promotion. The boys around the office talked about her quite a bit, and not always in professional tones. Gossip ranged from complaints that she was a struck-up cold fish to rumors she was sleeping with half of the office. But that happy hour, John had decided to take a shot. When John made his approach, Vicki was sitting at the bar, talking to another girl from the office. Vicki was still in office clothes, with the coat folded across her lap as a nod to being informal and relaxed. Even in office wear she was probably the sexiest woman in the bar. John overheard Vicki mention she had driven home and ubered to the bar just before her friend walked off to greet another coworker. “Can I buy you a drink, Vicki?” he'd asked. “I've got a drink already, but I wouldn't mind talking to you,” she replied. John made himself comfortable on the neighboring stool. “It's always a pleasure to talk to you," John said. "And maybe you can pick my brain a bit, huh? You seem to be eager to advance.” “Pick your brain? Yeah, I wouldn't mind getting in that head a little,” she smiled. “Well, if you want to get into my head, we should go find someplace more private.” He put a hand to his mouth and stage-whispered playfully, “Your place or mine?” “Oh, very slick” she teased him. “You sound so in control. I like a man who thinks he's in control.” “What about a man who actually is in control?” he said with a grin. “I'll let you know if I ever meet one,” she said. Then she leaned in, and in a real whisper said, “Head to your car and give me about five minutes. We'll go to my place.” John was a little shocked at that response, but tried not to let it show. And sure enough, several minutes later he was driving her to her place. He couldn't believe his luck, but tried to play it cool, and tried not to assume this was going where he hoped. She was smiling a lot, but didn't say much as he drove. At least, he didn't remember her saying much. His recall got cloudy after they left the bar. In fact, he had almost no memory of what had happened at her place. He'd had one shot of bourbon with his team and one beer at the bar...nowhere near enough for a blackout...but there was no other explanation. He found himself grateful that he he got her safely home, and got himself safely home afterwards. His memory cleared up almost immediately after he left her place. He remembered getting home, very horny and having apparently not gone all the way with Vicki. He had tried consoling himself with his trusted right hand, fantasizing about Vicki asking him to teach her how to be a successful executive. The fantasy eventually segued into him doing her in the ass, doggy style, spanking her as she kept yelling “thank you sir, thank you sir!” It was a somewhat guilty fantasy he had had about other women in the office before, but somehow, it didn't do anything for him that night. He took a glass of water and an Aspirin to fend off any hangover at work the next morning, and went to sleep. --- The next day, he had an awkward conversation with Vicki. He tried to dance around asking what had happened last night, and she didn't make it easy. Eventually, she laughed at his discomfort, thanked him for getting her home, and told him he was a “perfect gentleman.” “That doesn't sound much like me,” he had joked, but all that earned him was a sly smile. “Maybe not a perfect gentleman,” she cooed, “but you were a good boy.” To his surprise, he felt himself getting rock hard at that comment, and had to excuse himself. Everything else went fine that day. He didn't even feel the slightest bit hung over, which was normal considering he hadn't drank much but didn't make sense when he had a block of memory missing from Vicki's place. Near the end of the day, he received an unexpected email at his work address. It came from a company account called “Career Development” and the subject line was, “Taking the Next Career Step.” The text of the email was short, and said, “Treat yourself to outside training and development opportunities to get you ready for your next job! Click here!” It seemed for all the world to be spam, but it came from a company account. He couldn't explain why, but he found himself unable to fight the urge to follow the link. What came up was a product page on a website selling adult novelties. He was already logged into an account using his own personal email, despite having never visited this site before. The site also already had his credit card information and delivery address on file, and one item already in his cart ready for order. The product was called “Anal Development Kit for the Eager Trainee Sissy Slut.” It was a set of four butt plugs, in a range of sizes from “beginner” to “size queen.” The set came with a large tube of anal lube as a bonus gift, and the box art featured a smiling cartoon nerd with tape holding his glasses together. Subconsciously touching his own glasses, John shut the window immediately. He was within a fraction of a second of forwarding the email to the company's IT group when he hesitated. How would this reflect on him? This was obviously a prank of some sort. The guys in the marketing group played practical jokes on each other all the time. They had even started pranking the new girls. Some girls couldn't take it, and were ostracized. Some gave as good as they got and were grudgingly accepted. Vicki had this odd sort of immunity, where people pranked her occasionally but she never acknowledged the joke. Usually if a guy responded that way, they would invite at least one or two follow-up pranks before people gave up and labeled them “no fun.” But somehow, no one ever pranked Vicki twice. John, however, was one of the guys. He couldn't respond to a prank like this by tattling, could he? Everyone would call him a bitch. Even if the pranks stopped, it would hurt his informal standing in the company to be seen as someone who rats to HR. Besides, he wasn't sure how he could explain to one of the snotty IT guys why someone sent him a link to a butt plug for a “size queen.” But something about the butt plugs stuck in John's mind. He thought about them during the entire commute home. When he got home, he couldn't help himself. He set his personal laptop browser settings for incognito, even though it was a computer no one else used, and he looked up the product again. Somehow, when he went to the website on a new computer, it still automatically logged him in with a user account and payment information, with the butt plus still in his cart. But now a second item was in the cart, and a bright icon on the screen said “a new item has been recommended for you by another user!” It was crazy but for some reason, John clicked the link. He was greeted by an image of a very long, very thick black strap-on dildo called “The Punisher.” The product description included: “At 2 ½ inches wide, 14 inches in length (10 inches insertable,) this toy earns it's name! !!!WARNING!!! This toy is for the wearer's pleasure only! The recipient should expect only pain! Girl or boy, they will learn to obey!!” By the image of the dildo was an image of the packaging, complete with box art. There was a dark-haired woman in lingerie, standing, wearing the strap-on with arms akimbo, eyes looking at the viewer, and a sneer of contempt on her lips. A pretty blonde woman in lingerie knelt beside her, also looking to camera, but with one hand touching her partner's waist, the other cupping the Punisher's ridiculously large plastic scrotum. Her mouth was open and her eyes were hungry. John shut off his machine. For an hour. He paced his apartment, trying to think about who might have pranked him, but his mind kept coming back to the toys. Finally he got back on his computer. He opened a PO Box, associated with his initials rather than his full name. Then he logged back into the novelty site, clicked “Not John?” to log out of the account, made a new account with a new user name, and set the PO Box as the delivery address. He navigated around the site and found the butt plug kit and the Punisher, ordering both items with a different credit card. He knew it was crazy, but...what was the harm? Whoever had pranked him would never know. And he wouldn't insert the toys into himself, obviously. But they excited him somehow. Maybe the next time he was watching porn in bed, trying to get hard, he's have the plugs or the dildo sitting next to him. He could touch the dildo with his left hand while stroking himself with his right. That wasn't weird, he told himself. And if it that didn't work, so what? He could wear the strap-on over his own dick to feel bigger, and get his confidence back. He'd heard that sometimes happened in porn. Guys would wear realistic prosthetics over the real equipment and the cameras would shoot around any straps...that was a thing, right? But then he checked, and the Punisher wasn't hollow. Why had he bought it without knowing? Well, no big deal, they weren't that expensive, he was only out... He glanced at his email and saw the receipt. The toys had cost him about $200, and somehow he had bought them without ever checking the price. While he was in his email, he noticed a new message from the website, titled “Congratulations on your new purchase from user – 'Your_New_Boss'.” What? The website had said something and a product recommendation from a fellow user, but John hadn't thought anything of that. Maybe there was an algorithm suggesting products or maybe the site just automatically recommended some random product and claimed it was a user suggestion. But the name frightened him. There didn't appear to be any way to check on the identity of “Your_New_Boss,” but it bothered John for the rest of the evening. The days passed. His adult novelties arrived at his PO Box. He took the single brown shipping box, with the novelty company's address as sender but their company name tactfully removed, and put it on the floor of the passenger's side seat of his car. Where it stayed for week after week, as John tried to pretend it wasn't there. Unable to face bringing the box into his apartment and opening it, and unable to will himself to throw it away, his butt-plug kit and ludicrously large strap-on were seemingly doomed to spend eternity in his car, shuffling back and forth between home and work. Every little errand to the grocery store or stop for drive-thru food turned into a reminder that “Your_New_Boss” wanted him loosened up and ready to “learn to obey.” --- Several weeks later, just as he was getting ready to leave work one day, John was called into Tom's office. Tom was his boss and the head of the whole marketing group. John knew that a new local office would be opening soon, and he was one of the leading candidates to take over as the manager of the new office. It would be a chance to step out from under Tom and show some leadership, and would be a major step forward in his career. “John, I want to ask you a question,” Tom began. “I want to know if you are doing everything you can to get ready for the next job.” “I think so, sir,” John said, pleased the conversation was moving towards the promotion. “I've been doing a lot of research into the client list associated with the new office the firm is planning to open up. It's not exactly a secret, but I'd like to be in charge of that office when it opens up.” “I'd like that too, John,” Tom said, “but I need to be sure I pick the right man. Or woman, as the case may be. A lot of people are seeing a lot of potential in Vicki.” This was not where John was expecting the conversation to go. “Vicki's great boss, but she hasn't been here long.” “And you have, maybe too long. I'm not seeing you going for a lot of outside training or development opportunities.” John's ears perked up, that sounded word-for-word like the “spam” email he'd gotten with the dirty link. Had Tom pranked him? He kept his face blank and let Tom continue. “John, I'm trying to say you've got some young competition and I need you to stay sharp. As a matter of fact, I'd like you to work a project this month with Vicki. You'll be lead and she'll assist.” “I've got no problem working with her, but...why? You just basically flat-out told me it's her or me for the big promotion.” “Look John, you've done great work for this company and I think you'd be a great manager for the new office. But there are people in the company who think Vicki is the future. I'd like you to work with her and give me your honest impression of her. Is she as hot as everyone says, or is there more flash than substance?” “And you expect me to be unbiased?” “Well, not entirely,” Tom admitted. “But you've got an eye for talent. Maybe you'll tell me she's the flavor-of-the-month who's about to fizzle out, or maybe you'll recommend her to be your deputy at the new office. That would carry a lot of weight, John. You strike me as someone who would rather utilize a rival's talent to succeed together than bury it to stand out yourself. I'm trusting you to tell me straight, as I'm about to tell you straight.” “Tell me what?” “You have the promotion, John. It can't be officially announced until next month, after this trial project is done. But I've already decided and it's my call. This isn't a trial for you, it's a trial for her. I'm only a few years from retirement, John. You're gonna want to keep an eye on Vicki in the long run, competing for VP down the road, and I'm letting you decide if you want her close at hand or in someone else's office.” “Tom I...thank you. I'm going to take the new office, and build it into the best one in the company. And I'll work with Vicki, and give you my honest impression.” It was the best career news John had gotten in two years. He had even alluded to making VP when Tom stepped down! But as he left Tom's office and headed to his car, his career aspirations flew out of his mind as he once again saw the brown shipping box that contained four butt plugs and “The Punisher.” That night in bed he tried to masturbate, but he couldn't get hard. He thought about Vicki, and that helped, but he couldn't climax. Then he thought about the butt plugs, which gave him a strange sort of excitement but didn't let him cum either. He imagined himself lubing up a butt plug and sticking it inside of Vicki as she said, “thank you sir!” But that made him completely flaccid. Not willing to surrender, his mind turned to the Punisher. He thought of the strap-on itself, and felt a stirring, but it was too weird to fixate on a plastic object and not have a woman in his head. He envisioned the image from the box art, with the dark-haired dominant and her blonde submissive. Suddenly, completely unbidden, the blonde submissive became John himself. Just as alarmingly, the dark-haired domme became Vicki. Almost instantly, John was rock hard. Frightened, John pulled his hand away. Thoughts raced through his mind...he didn't want this, surely? But as his heart rate slowed, he thought about it calmly. He hadn't been able to ejaculate in weeks. If this got him there, what was the harm? It was just a fantasy. He'd seen a porn once set in space, and had come while watching a green-skinned lady “alien” giving the heroic captain a blowjob. That didn't mean he wanted aliens sucking him off in real life. He relaxed, put some lube on his hand, and started stroking again. He thought about the two girls on the Punisher box art, and again, he found himself focusing instead on the thought of Vicki wearing the Punisher, and sneering at him with contempt. He felt his desire welling up. This was it! This would make him cum! Vicki would never know...it's not like he told other women around the office about the time's he'd fantasized about taking them up the ass. He stroked harder and faster, impatient to explode on his sheets, but something happened. As he got right to the edge, his excitement started to ebb. He wasn't flaccid, not as long as he kept a cruel, strap-on wielding Vicki in his mind, but he somehow knew he would not cum. --- The next morning at work, he bumped into Vicki for the first time in awhile as he was going for coffee. She greeted him before he could manage the same. “Good morning John,” she said pleasantly, “I've just heard we're going to be working together all month!” “Yeah,” John said, “I guess I'm going to be your new boss.” “Your new boss,” she repeated, smiling wryly. “Your new boss.” Suddenly she was sneering at him, and spoke too softly for anyone walking past to hear. “So I'm going to be working under you? Is that really what you think is about to happen?” John frowned. “Vicki, I'm assigned to supervise the project and you'll be assisting. We'll be working together but I'm in charge.” “We'll see,” she said darkly. Suddenly she was smiling again, and lightly punched him on the forearm. “Loosen up John, I'm only teasing you! I do that sometimes, I admit.” John didn't like her attitude, but he made himself laugh. “Maybe I do need to relax a bit.” Vicki maintained her smile, but placed her hands on her hips, arms akimbo. “I can help you loosen up, 'Boss.' By the end of the month, I'll make sure you are very, very loose.”

Happy New Year everybody! I've been thinking about celebrating 2021 by retiring from doing multi-Domme sessions and all-day sessions a few times a year, and instead, coming down for solo sessions once a month. There's a certain Mistress who stopped sessioning when Covid hit...if she returns, I might have to do it. Then if I abstained between sessions too, she'd control my releases completely for a year...

I read a little about this and thought it would be fun to do a session on Chinese New Year and bring the tribute in a red and gold envelope! Then I read a little further and lai see money should be given by a senior/superior to a junior/inferior. Always read to the end before you accidentally insult someone...

Oh, and Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays! Meant to ask Mistress Kang, do Chinese-Americans get Jewish take-out for Christmas?

Just me and the parents this year, as everyone else in the family has or was recently exposed to COVID, but we've been separately isolated. Looking forward to turkey tomorrow, and seeing on FaceTime if my niece and nephew liked their presents!

I watched the two 1990s Adams Family films, the ones with Rual Julia as Gomez, Angjelica Husten as Morticia and Christopher Lloyd as Fester. The first one is funny but I'd forgotten how great "Addams Family Values" is, a definite example of a comedy sequel that's better than the original. Two clips that will tickle Fortress-types: Morticia on enslaving men: And this one I love even more. I always wonder what Mistress Zito was like as a kid when I see this Wednesday Addams scene:

"Meatloaf?" That's like a safeword outta Hell!

Have not seen "The One I Love." Has anyone mentioned "The Crown" on Netflix? I picked it out as something I could watch with my Mom. It's a series not a movie, chronicling the life of Queen Elizabeth II. If you have even the slightest interest in Britain or 20th century history, it's been really interesting. Great villains, like the bottomlessly oily and self-righteous Prince Edward, Duke of Windsor (formerly King Edward VIII) who abdicated for love (good) but conspired with the Nazis to get the crown back (bad). His younger brother (the "King's Speech" guy) dies relatively young from lung-cancer brought about by smoking and stress, so Edward is Elizabeth's favorite uncle in some ways but is sort of directly responsible for her Dad's death and refers to her as "Shirley Temple" in private letters because he thinks she's a simpleton. He causes problems right up until the end, when he's exchanging letters with Prince Charles poisoning him against the entire royal family. There's lots of interesting characters but it is a bit dry in the British TV way. Kind of an interesting study on a woman who has an incredible amount of power but very restricted personal freedom.

I spent some time in hospital and have a new interest in medical-themed sessions. Like, the whole notion of a nurse or doctor helping to heal your body and make you a stronger submissive. Also, when thinking about some of the types of activities I used to like that are probably not safe for the time being, I go back to taking a beating as a BDSM basic that is not really affected by masks and such. So part of me wants to get better at calmly taking pain to please my Mistress.

Great movie and I LOVE the theme song! Did you find it by Googling that same actor in "Enter the Dragon?"

At the risk of sounding like a kiss-ass (and one should never kiss a pro-Domme's ass before she has determined the tribute), had I been drinking milk when I read this it would have sprayed out of my nose.

Well...that's a bit of a stretch, surely? They've got the "white men show up with guns" thing in common, I guess, but Shaka and Ieyasu don't exactly end up the same way (neither do Zululand and Japan.) Still, I've gotta see Shogun, I never have but it's a fascinating part of history and I've only heard good things about that miniseries.

Never seen that, but I saw "Zulu" (1964) and yeah...even the chant honoring the British when admitting defeat in a battle is intimidating! That's EXACTLY what it is, it's taken from actual traditional Polynesian war dance! (Which maybe you already knew ?) Here's another one I like (last one I promise), it's men this time (BOO! haha) but this is extra crazy because it's two Polynesian teams (New Zealand with Maori dance vs Tonga) and they play off of each other in a crazy way. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=604o4vuEDoY

Well, it WAS a dream. Besides, I only had the chicken tenders. Maybe the Fortress Bar and Grill does awesome loaded potato skins? I DID sort of ponder the "two-timing" briefly. Since Jessy was tending bar, I would think I'd fantasize about Mistresses Rey and Zito (since I've seen them most after Jessy). But in the dream I wasn't really specific real-life Fortress Mistresses, the sessions weren't a detailed part of the dream and the Mistresses were just "generic." If it was some combination of the real Mistresses I've session with, I'd wonder if my subconscious was feeling guilty for not "settling down" with one Mistress. Or indirectly telling me that I shouldn't worry about that because...well, that's more complicated. I prefer to smile that my dream included the detail of decent but unspectacular chicken fingers prepared by someone unseen in the back (Mistress, Emma, perhaps? Now I'm being silly.)

Not exactly wrestling but this clip of a New Zealand Haka (a war dance) from women's rugby sort of made me think of the Fortress ladies getting psyched up to kick ass. My favorite part is the reaction shot of the American team, where one of them is as into it as the Kiwis are: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwbb9z9NwXU&fbclid=IwAR1Te-51tBjm1enllMaCNk9-BIes4sG-RCSnF4lT1Y5G37MEuH4kJIZHPic

I've been watching "Shaka Zulu," which was a mini-series made for South African TV in the 80's. I randomly looked it up because I have this distinct memory from when it first aired (I couldn't have been much older than 10 when it was on American TV). It was of the last few minutes of the last episode, where (spoilers, I guess, if you can spoil a mini-series about a real historical figure) Shaka Zulu gets killed, the main village gets set on fire, and the totally epic theme music closes out the show. The theme music really super epic for a TV show: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcMEIYfZS74

Wow. I actually had a dream about the Fortress last week for the first time since I started this thread, but it's a lot less emotionally impactful than that one. I dreamt that I was at the Fortress with my while extended family, because...Jessy had transformed the Fortress into a family-friendly bar and grill. It was really weird. There was a big dining room area and kitchen, but also rooms off to the side that were dungeons where people sessioned. I remember I had buffalo chicken tenders, and I specifically remember thinking they were kind of "meh!" And I think it might have been a hotel in my dream too, because at one point I was waiting for my various family members to go to bed so I could sneak in a session! Then the dream shifted (as dreams do) and I was trying to session with two Mistresses at once, but it was two solo sessions where I kept going back and forth, making excuses to leave for a minute and neither Mistress knew I was seeing the other. And I remember I had to hide that fact or both would get mad. It was weird. So not as beautiful as Dannyboy's dream, but definitely weirder.

Haha, I sure did, but probably not until the dozenth time I'd seen the movie. Now I want to go watch Pree-Wee's Big Adventure, haven't seen that in YEARS.

Oh yeah, there's some really amazing performances in this movie. I love the variation in how many lines each one could be trusted to say! "Mr. Fabulous" Alan Rubin can actually do a scene with Belushi and Ackroyd. Blue Lou and Donald "Duck" Dunn...not so much. Aretha Franklin comes off like Dame Judy Dench compared to most of these guys when she acts!

I'm not sure why it took so long but I recently rewatched my favorite movie of all time, "The Blues Brothers." I can't really argue that it's the greatest movie (nor can anyone ever convince me it isn't an objectively great movie) but it will ALWAYS be my favorite. Here's one of many, many great scenes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLbPv6yIvBU

I have not, though it does look interesting. Philip Seymour Hoffman is good in anything...

Do you have a full set of BOS Power Armor to go with the helmet? That has to be strong against COVID!