Pardon me, are you here in the Arctic Tundra snowed in with me? I started following a new to me creator from Massachusetts, his hook is, "I hate it here, and I'm never going to leave." Not me my dude. I swear to whatever deity gets off on watching my life, next year we are wintering some place tropical.
Let's take our minds off of this white nonsense falling from the sky.
What did you do this weekend?
Wanna hear about mine?
Quick question first, do you keep a made-up weekend story on ice so when you're smiling like a canary eating cat and a random vanilla says, "Looks like you had a good weekend, what'd you do?" you don't accidentally tell them how you really spent your weekend? No? Ya, me neither. Let them choke on it.
My northern most long-distance love is a manager at a sex club; because of course she is. Mistress Danielle, you know her, I post G-rated content with her from the Dr. Suess museum and xxx pics on the sites you pay to follow me. Fucking smoke show, right? Ya, I hit that. Among many shared interests, we have very similar D/s placements. She's a Domme also, professional and lifestyle, more or less 24/7. We're poly of the anarchist variety, we keep it casual with each other and most of our relationships. Well, I mean I love her with all of my icy heart, but I don't call her my girlfriend and she isn't my sub. And yet like me, she somehow found herself in a relationship of significance with a male top and decided to be his submissive.
I know, inoculated with phonograph needle, but you needed the back story.
We collab on all sorts of projects. I'm going to pause here super quick to give thanks to whatever deity likes to watch me and blessed me this charming life where I get to rail hotties and claim the lube as a deductible on my taxes. FuckingA I love my life. Back to this weekend, nope wait we actually need to go back to last week, Ms. Danielle and I were supposed to stream together and she forgot. Like straight up stood me up. In the meantime, in her D/s relationship she was being quite difficult to her top. From what I gather just mouthing off and being cranky. She is, like me, truly a top. She takes responsibility for her shit, and she keeps a pretty positive spin on her perspective. I can't hang with those who don't, so her recent behavior was really quite out of character.
Her top & I found ourselves commiserating on her recent faux pas and hatched a plan to tag team her. They would go live from the sex club, and I would join in virtually and instruct Master S how I wanted Ms. Danielle disciplined.
Let me pause here again; make it clear so it is even hotter, we had Ms. Danielle's absolute and enthusiastic consent. She misses me terribly, as I miss her and creative long-distance play was definitely needed. And her attitude at home suggested her vitamin D levels were critically low.
So Friday night we all signed in to 231Mutual, and about a dozen members from the club were watching. I get to live out my exhibitionist fantasies almost daily, but indulging my voyeuristic inclinations is a special, rare treat.This scene let me have both and more. The audience can see both our screens, and they have the option of letting us see them or keeping their camera off. They can comment in a group chat everyone will see, or send a private message to either of us. For me, it feels like a digital version of sensory overload play. Do you have The Cat in The Hat memorized too? Look at me, look at me, look at me now with a cup and a cake on the top of my hat... Oh my goodness, maybe I should edit this harder. Anyway, I love that feeling. This is chaos, this is so much, this is intense, and I've got this. Watch me.
After explaining what we intended, we began to play and a scene hotter than the sun unfolded. Ms. D was rocking her Property of Master S shirt and cum slut panties, those had to go. She stripped down and slipped into the lingerie I choose. Red of course, and panty free. I let the audience vote too, it was fully my intention to announce how the audience voted, and then override them. But they all voted for red. I asked Master S to slip the cum slut panties in her mouth to insure there was no mouthing off during her punishments. I was intending to share it all here. How I asked at the start if it was possible to toss the anal probe into a fridge or freezer, and Master S took it to a fridge just off screen. I'm so grateful he remembered it was there, to be honest it had slipped my mind. I was going to share how pleased I was when after reminding her twice to aim her ass to the camera and arch her back deeply, she self-corrected before I had to say it a 3rd time. My hands are fifteen hundred miles away, but pleasing and obeying me still became her priority. As I'm typing the story though, with Incubus on loop, I'm realizing it propably is too much for this platform.
You want to hear the rest though don't you? Do me a favor then? Comment and tell me where you follow me. And yes, if you can't be seen with me in public- how sad, grown men who can't share their passions in public, but it's cool I understand, drop me a DM wherever we hang out in private.
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