SISSY BABY CUCK

I've had them in the past, but never MINE.

Often, in the Pro Domme Cuckoldress world you work with people who are just friends or clients and not your partner, it's just part of the game and of course the whole thing requires a great deal of suspension of disbelief on both parts. So to be in the semi retired area is like a strange destruction zone and I'm picking my way through the rubble to find what *I* want.

And it's a trip. I've actually done some therapy about it and it's interesting to find that I really am really done with accepting anything that doesn't interest me. Full stop.

You're thinking "So what, that's normal."

Except that in the pro world it isn't, you learn to like what the client likes because it's the way to create the kind of fantasy experience they're looking for. So now it's like HOLD ON YOU MEAN I GET TO CHOOSE??? It's like when you finally graduate from high school and realize that the whole world is open to you. Or you find a store with a really great olive bar and cheesemonger AND a fabulous butcher too (I miss Wegmans 😭). Like that.

My first acquisition has been the submissive cuckold of my dreams, truly one of the great loves of my life. Score. But he's not available right now and I don't want to be lonely so I joined a dating site and met someone who doesn't have any experience with BDSM, but was born to be a Bull, and he adores me - and so he is my bull in training.

He's said things in which I heard the tone and pounced.

He wants to make people beg to eat his *essence from me. Make them beg.

Boom. I can make that happen tonight, my dear, give me a couple of hours (we're in the outer suburbs). The man is made for it, old school West Coast punk turned country boy with a giant truck. The picture of effortless masculinity, and an open mind 😈

And he makes me orgasm from penetration, which I honestly didn't know was even possible.

I'm going to turn him out, I need some eager cucks ready to beg to serve us both. I'm not sure where best to find them, maybe a Minneapolis St Paul bdsm group or take out a Backpage ad or something.

When my new friend, who is fast becoming a partner, mentioned some childhood experiences while he was tipsy I HEARD and had to take action.

Right now he's building a greenhouse for my medical needs

It's legal in Minnesota and we're both retired with severe medical issues.

While this good man toils to create my medical refuge I watch, imperious, from above while shopping for special toys with which to further tease and torment my fantastic bull in training.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse to be involved with someone like me, maybe a bit of both.

I really am having a huge amount of fun with this. I have always adored working with novices, it is beyond exciting to create a situation that a man didn't even realize he wanted.

He enjoyed prostate massage, he really likes the idea of being a Bull and of course he was over the moon for my tease and denial (hours of sexy edging) ... I think he's going to be pleasantly surprised with the toy I have ready for the first opportunity.

Nothing is truly new to anybody who uses the Internet. Full stop. But often people don't imagine themselves in the scenario and that can be an entirely different prospect. And that's where I come in.

Once a pro always a pro and in my heart I know that I can almost always control the direction of any scene, even if I'm not the lead. I have a special knack for influencing tone, I read it well and know how to nudge it in the right direction.

But I get a little nervous about meeting new people now and it's because of my disability, I don't feel quite as commanding/sexy/majestic with a walker.

Recently I and a submissive pet met with a trans escort, she was a BLAST! I just loved her and can't wait to introduce my Bull to that delicious fantasy.

One thing that became glaringly apparent in the experience was that my tendencies and abilities as a sensual Domme have not wavered so much as my physical abilities - in fact I think it's actually sharpened them because I can now focus on tease and storytelling which we're always my strongest points.

I'm a recent transplant to Minnesota and I just don't like lifestyle BDSM culture - anywhere, I've always been a pro and one who didn't need to advertise so the whole thing is just really uncomfortable to me.

As I no longer have a brand to maintain maybe I should put an ad on something like tryst, I think my Bull would enjoy that aspect and it's a handy way to maintain the balance of power for someone who might be a little nervous. I also think it would be an interesting juxtaposition to advertise for the first time when I'm retired and truly don't need the avalanche of contact that a new name brings, especially one with lovely TER reviews from as far back as it started and as recently as 2020 😂

This strong man, my perfect Bull, was surprised with the new toys last night.

I've never been so pleased as when I slipped it from the box and he said softly, with rapt attention, "That one's mine, isn't it." As he reached out with strong calloused hands to gently caress the length.

"Yes, my pet,

I gently lifted it to his mouth where he very gently kissed the head all around before carefully extending his tongue to lightly lick it.

"So fucking sexy" I breathed as I leaned in to kiss him, our tongues slipping over each other and the silicone cock we shared.

I wasn't looking for a relationship when we met, I was actually going through some things and looking form a casual hookup girlfriend and had a profile which specifically said "I'm just not feeling cis het male energy right now."

But no one reads profiles and as photographers used to say when I was younger, I give good face.

So when I started talking to what I thought was a trans man and really REALLY hitting it off, I was beyond surprised when our picture etrading yielded a very politely presented DICK PIC!!! I was like what the actual fuck, dude!? Why???

It was an honest mistake, a dumb one, but genuine.

I figured what the hell, I know absolutely no one in Minnesota other than family, doctors, and the lady who cuts my hair. When I moved here it was the beginning of the pandemic and no one knew my condition yet and it worsened to the point where I was bedridden, when MS flares so severely you reach that stage it's very bad, the next step on the disabling factor chart is ☠️ So I've been cloistered like a nun since then, but not the sexy sister kind.

And I liked him a lot, we had a great deal in common including the fact that we're both recently retired due to disability and both BORED and LONELY.

Social butterflies rarely make good wall flowers.

He picked me up in a truck so big that I need a step stool to get in, and Suicidal Tendencies was on the stereo - I haven't gone home since. So much in common.

It's been a long time since I've been romantically involved with a man who isn't submissive. Don't misunderstand, we are a Female led relationship, our original goal was for him to act as my personal slave, but then I learned about all of the other delicious hidden surprises and I realized that I wanted something more. I'm no longer happy with being treated like I'm at work, I'm ready for a partner who is strong enough to be sexually aggressive while still adoring and worshiping me.

I needed this.

Come to bed, my pet

This morning she sent me this video ... and then one of her cleaning in THE SAME Pamper!

At least the kitchen is clean, even if she's not 😂🦨

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