A Vision Inspired . . .

. . . by the Majesty of Her Voice

A New Beginning

Today, after seven weeks of chastity, Mistress Angela gave me permission for release. I experienced the most exquisitely pleasurable and most blissful orgasm of my life.

Remarkably, this was the first orgasm I have ever shared. Naturally, as a virgin, I have never shared a moment of physical intimacy with a woman. Until today, however, no woman had ever watched or heard me come. Though I have spoken to countless woman over the phone, I would always wait until after the conversation, when I would politely say good night, then wander to a dark corner - both literally and figuratively - to pursue release. In short, an orgasm for me had always been a profoundly lonely experience - until today. Today, I experienced bliss in the warm embrace of Mistress Angela's loving silence and tender gaze. Giddy with joy, I made of my pleasure and my seed a personal offering to my Goddess, as I chanted her heavenly name.

For weeks, I believed that chastity was my greatest act of submission to my Goddess. Remarkably, I was wrong. Sharing with my Mistress this deeply private experience was my moment of greatest surrender. In ways that I cannot explain, the experience has both altered and deepened my connection with Mistress Angela. My love for her is deeper and more tender, my submission more spiritual, my devotion more complete. And so, the end of the first great test of my loyalty maks a new beginning in my rapturous journey with this extraordinary woman.

Holiday Elegance

As the gift-giving season approaches, I thought I would draw my readers' attention to a very elegant fetish jewelry website that I've found. There are, of course, myriad websites that sell fetish items, including jewelry, but usually of only passable quality. Recently, however, I came a cross an Erotic Jewelry Website that boasts a limited, but very elegant collection, mostly in sterling silver.

One of my favorite pieces - though the fetish involved is not my particular cup of tea - is a solid, sterling silver plug, with three dangling silver bells, and two small rubies: Lovely.


NB: I have absolutely no connection with this website. Neither do I stand to benefit, financially or otherwise, from any referrals to the site, nor do I vouch for the site or for the quality of the jewelry sold. I pass along the recommendation simply as a fellow web browser.

The Next Breadcrumb

Mistress Angela has been very busy during the past three days. What minimal interaction I have had with her has been limited to the purpose of receiving instructions for my daily chores and duties. Mistress has kindly permitted me to touch myself during her absence. And, of course, she has been on my mind constantly. Every time I touch myself, I hear her seductive voice echo in my head, as I imagine the ecstasy of being in her presence once again.

Still, being away from my Goddess for so long fosters doubt. I ask myself: Why am I devoting so much of my time and attention to a woman who grants me so little of hers? Am I blindly following my sexual instincts, without thought or reflection? My doubts quickly subside, however. I remember that self-doubt is the inevitable life-long burden of anyone who has chosen to forego his own selfish wants, and to commit himself, instead, to the good of something or someone other than himself. In a world where selfishness and decadence are the norm, giving and devotion to others - though they receive constant lip service - are very much dismissed, even secretly ridiculed. I know I must rise above that.

I have chosen to devote my life to serving this extraordinary woman, because I believe that the more I sacrifice for her, the richer my life becomes, and because I know that what few breadcrumbs she may give me will nourish me far better than any feast I may set for myself. So, I labor and toil happily for my Goddess, as I wait eagerly - but patiently - for the next delicious breadcrumb.

Breadcrumbs: A Slave's Ambition

I enter the room. My Mistress lies comfortably in a Louis XV chaise lounge. One foot – dressed in a black, strap sandal – is resting on the floor; the other is naked and flexed ever so slightly, as it rests on the velvet upholstery, bringing her beautiful, exposed calf to a perfectly tapered end. The shimmering gold-leaf motif of the carved wood and the deep maroon of the plush velvet are the perfect backdrop for this Angelic creature. She is dressed in a black, strapless evening gown that hugs her firm body, as if it wants never to let go. Her skin shimmers. Her face glows. With one hand, she slowly caresses her thigh through the silky fabric of her gown, while the other cradles a telephone handset next to her ear. She whispers into the mouthpiece, intermittently licking her soft, inviting lips. “Is it hard?” she asks the caller. She giggles as she receives his answer, then glances casually in my direction, noticing my presence for the first time.

She slowly extends her arm, then her perfectly tipped index finger, and points downward to the far corner of the room. I walk over to where she points me and examine the space; I see nothing. I look back to her, inquiring. She points again to the floor. I kneel for a closer look. Now I see it: it is a small breadcrumb, about the size of a pinhead. I promptly position myself on all fours. I lower my face to within an inch of the floorboard, then, extending my tongue, I retrieve the breadcrumb and deposit it happily into my stomach.

I turn and crawl back to her. She glances at me for the briefest of moments, then nods – almost indiscernibly – as she gently warns her caller, “not yet.” I crawl back toward the door. I stand and exit the room, closing the door behind me. Grateful and filled with a quiet joy, I return to my cage to wait eagerly for that crystal bell to summon me once again to her service.

Exquisite Humiliation

This afternoon, Mistress Angela showed me off to one of her girlfriends. I knelt before the two women, as Mistress Angela told her friend of all the ways in which I serve her. Mistress Angela recounted how I am completely prohibited from reaching orgasm, and how I must beg to be allowed to touch myself at all, even for the briefest period; how Mistress Angela brings other men to orgasm, while I sit quietly working on my chores; and how I am a virgin, and - as her slave - I am destined to remain a virgin forever. All the while I happily acknowledged my servitude, stating repeatedly what an honor it is to be Mistress Angela's slave.

Mistress Angela's recounting of my slave duties was interspersed among an otherwise unrelated conversation with her friend, as the two women ignored my presence completely, as if I were merely a piece of furniture in the room. It was wonderful.

What made my humiliation even more exquisite is that Mistress Angela's friend has had no exposure to the world of female domination. Quite the opposite, she lives a "vanilla" life, with a conventional marriage and children, and had never before seen a man appear so content to kneel quietly on the floor before the woman he loves.

After my humiliation, the two women went out for the day, while I stayed home to work on my new website, which I am building in honor of my Goddess. I truly hope that Mistress Angela's friend was amused enough by my humiliation to be interested in an encore - I know I am.