I had the most interesting conversation with slave m tonight and it cracked me up so much I almost peed in my pants from laughing so hard. He and I had just finished watching America’s Next Top Model and were talking about models and family life and stuff and I asked him, “So what exactly do you tell your family back home when they ask about me?” And he couldn’t answer cause he buried his face in a pillow. I asked him, “Do you tell them I’m your Goddess?” and he started stuttering uncontrollably. I asked again, “Do you tell them I’m your Mistress?” - no response, he started laughing. I asked again, this time more curious, “They DO know I’m your Domme, right?” And he started stuttering even worse and rolled on the floor on his knees and said, “G-g-g-g-oddess……” totally scared with what he was about to tell me. Then incredulously I asked, “Surely you don’t tell them I’m your girlfriend…. (pause) … do you?”
Instantly he crawled to the other room in the hotel suite on his hands and knees while saying, “Y-y-y-essss…..” and closed the door behind him in embarrassment. After I called him back in the room, I asked again, “Do you seriously tell your family I’m your girlfriend? You don’t even have a job. No car. No home. You’re broke. And you’re my boyfriend? Are you kidding me? You’re a slave. A slave. A sssllllaaaavvvveeeee……”
His jaw dropped and started stuttering and began begging that I wouldn’t write this in my journal because apparently (as he opened his big mouth and told me) someone in his life reads this journal and he told HER I’m his girlfriend. Oh boy. So, to clear up any misconceptions, I’m posting this here. The black boy in these stocks below is a slave. He is not my boyfriend. I am his Goddess, not his girlfriend. And he’s actually beside me right now begging (and literally begging) me not to post this. This is what he gets.
Come on, now. Girlfriend? Gimme a break. Someone’s deluded. Actually I find it rather humorous that he’s so frightened to tell people the truth about our relationship. God forbid he starts to think I’m his wife. He is a slave. A beaten, pussy-whipped slave. And even more ironic is that a girlfriend is usually a term you give someone when you have an equal relationship. Not only that, he never told *me* I was his girlfriend and yet he tells his friends and family back home that’s what I am to him. Wow, someone is in denial. Guess he’s afraid of getting laughed at. Well, I may as well break the ice for him since he’s such a scaredy cat.
Love
Isabella
xoxooxox
I think the Domme doth protest too much. You post pics of kissing and hugging. You cried like any teenage girl when he rejected your 24/7 offer.
You are *so* a girlfriend, girlfriend
Bet you read Mills nad Boon romances too