He knows who he is. He is the desperate little fool who loves me from far and away. So innocent is he, that he often falls victim to me - even though he should know better. I gave him a crumb, a little love back, and it touches him. I know how to be so loving and so gentle, the perfect tease for his dick. It’s the way I say it, the way I speak, the way I drag out my words, and the words that I choose to use that really sends him over the edge. He knows my power, but yet he always comes back to me wagging his little tail. And without warning I got mad at him.

See my little lover, my ex, the one I love to leave in pathetic anticipation got a little too excited today. He was so happy to have me speaking to him again after many months of coldness… that he went off to brag to a mutual friend. And you know how girls are — they talk, and talk, and talk. She told me what he said, that silly fool. He is so desperate for me that he believes we have a future. Love makes you do such stupid things. Poor him.

So he found me a bit moody when we had a phone chat. Cold, moody, aloof, and I couldn’t help but tell him to keep his mouth shut. I told him how stupid he was, how he would never get the chance to talk about me again, and then I hung up on him. Oh, yes, my phone rang and rang when he tried to call back. But I never answered….. no not today, maybe never again.

The email when it popped in to my mail box was clearly desperate just from the begging in the subject. I read it. I discarded it. And now the torment begins.

A man’s best emotion is DESPERATION. Every woman on the planet needs to learn to control their “men” by controlling their release. My slave for instance, he isn’t permitted to masturbate. And how do I stop him? He isn’t permitted to shut the bathroom door. The shower has glass doors so I can see in. Sometimes I cage his dick to prevent it as I did when I went away on a recent weekend. I locked him, left him, and took the key with me. Poor dear, he looked forlorn when I came home. I left the cage on him anyway for annoying me with his sad looks. So what was my point? Oh yeah the desperation … it was fun for me. I like it - I smile. It makes him appreciate his release, and it means he treats me as a Goddess should be treated.

Yes pets, it’s time for me to update my website a little. A little nip and tuck. I’m thinking of adding some new photos, perhaps even some fetish galleries. I have not quite decided and I don’t know if I will have a lot of time for it, but I do have my mind on it.

What’s your mind on? the answer should be me. And you should make sure to read my webpage closely before you call me. It’s ridiculous but I DO include a lot of information here, and sometimes guys call me after never having read it. You should get to kow me on my website before you call me. It SHOULD be common sense. But of course, men with a hard on lose all form of rational thought.

I like jealousy. It’s sexy, erotic, and fun to watch a few of my perfectly desperate tele-subbie boys get jealous of my other telephone slaves. It’s cute, in a submissive way for them to pout like little boys. Men with hard ons turn in to little boys, certain things they NEED and I am one of them. Of course I exploit this with certain pets more than others. Mainly the ones that I know it bothers. The great thing about men, about ALL men, is that none of them can contain their natural jealous instincts when some other boy is getting a piece of their pie. But I don’t belong to any of you…. it’s really the other way around.

Oh he luvs me… boohoo he’s a whimpering loser. One of my greatest little joys in life was making a boytoy of mine cry. He was less of a slave in the traditional sense…. HE thought he was more of a boyfriend. Reality was I let him fall in LUV with me and then abused his emotions for sheer fun. He could never figure out what exactly would set me OFF. Some days I was soooo sweet and pleasant … and other days I was the biggest bitch he ever met, inventing dramas to ruin his life. I had him going for a few YEARS like that — forcing him to be terrified of my explosions, and turning him into a nervous wreck. The joy it brought me breaking his spirit was grand.

I left him because I grew tired of his pleading about 2 years ago. We do not live near each other anymore. I’ve moved forward and it wasn’t difficult for me. You should also know that there is no happily ever after for him. He’s never been able to fix his broken heart. Forever in my spell — he emails me daily still begging and pleading to “just hear my voice” one more time. Every now and then … when I am very bored I humor myself by continuing his torture … and at others I just ignore him like he doesn’t exist. Oh my that poor empty soul has been wishing I would notice him all this past week… to no avail

So man-child … do you see something here while you read this? When men fall in LUV with me and deep into my spell … it’s forever.