Ford Ranger

Realistically, I would be so focused on whatever inch of you I was granted access to you, I might not even remember anyone else was there. Every taste, every curve, every scent - caressing each soft spot, pressing each firm spot. Or just eyes rolled back tasting every taste of your stockings. Not focused - I’m very bad at focusing in those moments - but fully in the moment. I wouldn’t worry about being the best of the four, just the best I could do. I’d hope they all were worshipping you as deeply as I was. 🙇🏻‍♂️🙏🏼

(The style of writing is so wonderfully out-of-fashion and the red rubber cape on p. 129 is devastating. But given the limited total number of pages he definitely spends a lot of time and energy talking about corsets! Found his kink for sure.)

Can’t wait to do my best to try to serve you well again, Mistress Dalisay! 🙇🏻‍♂️🙏🏼

So glad for you that you went ahead. I’m having flashbacks just reading your review! Similarly, I’m used to a long relaxed vibe between visits, but with Mistress Dalisay … each time I’m like “How soon can I get back?!”

Thanks for this rabbit hole! Signing up for an account now.

Who stole my journal?!

Of course Mistress Dalisay. 🙇🏻‍♂️🙏🏼

That certainly looks how I feel after seeing you, Mistress Dalisay.

For me it’s exactly as you describe, but almost subconscious. If I don’t really believe it; if I don’t really feel like she is present and in charge, I put up little walls. I don’t even realize what happened until later. Sometimes days later. But when I sense that I’m being totally dominated, I just lose my will completely before I realize it. I wish I could describe the difference.

Most humiliating was probably when she invited me over to watch the NBA playoffs then made me lie on the floor at the foot of the bed blindfolded and lift snacks up to her when she asked. (Humiliating because I foolishly thought I was going to watch the game!) Dirtiest was probably back when I was still young and hot at a long-defunct Meatpacking District club where I was splayed across a motorcycle to … collect fluids and be a place for the men to finish.

*remembers to wear leather jock strap to next session*

Thank you Mistress Dalisay! 🙇🏻‍♂️🙏🏼

“They are so much more devious than we ever imagined. They … She stripped me down and broke me. Unspeakable things. Unshakeable humiliation. Profane. It was a glimpse into Hell. But… …I’m sorry. I’ve chosen to return. To follow them … Her.”

Absolutely Mistress Ito!

*reaches for my rosary beads, and I’m not even catholic*

*starts scrolling through my calendar*

Yes Mistress Dalisay. 🙏🏼🙇🏻‍♂️