History of mistress BDSM
Better and stronger, more extreme and more degrading than being a submissive or a slave there is the relationship, fascinating and delightfully contrary to morality and classic BDSM practices, the moneyslavering(an English-speaking term that one could translate as ” slave payer “). This is what I am, not by choice but because everything in me is made for it, I was born to be only a moneyslave. I say ” one ” because I’m not a real male, the real males are macho, haughty, pretentious, aware of their superiority and authoritarian, I’m here to serve them as a whore, bitch, maid, sucking, licking, cock hole, less than nothing, a cunt and an easy girl. I am here to satisfy them and not for my pleasure, my pleasure does not count, no one attaches the least importance, neither them, nor me and even less the woman whose I am the moneyslave.
Her Highness is the most beautiful of women, I am forbidden to touch her, I almost never see her and yet I live only for her, her pleasure, to satisfy her, thinking only of her well – being and happiness in all aspects of her life. Her Highness was not born for chores and to work, it is up to me to do these tasks when she orders me to do it: clean, do the laundry and above all work as much and as best as possible to earn a maximum of money to offer it to Her Highness. You will think that His Highness takes advantage of me, I know, if you find this perfectly unfair and disgusting, I agree with you but I am a moneyslave and it is therefore normal that His Highness treats me as I deserve to be.
Most of the time, I don’t see His Highness for weeks or weeks. There is no love between, she despises me, I disgust her even sometimes so much I am everything she does not like in my lack of virility and pride, she who loves only real men, alpha males, for her I am only a shitty whose only interest is her money, her bank card, her offerings that she demands to buy her to offer them to her crawling to her feet and there I have to get on my knees, while lowering my eyes, for the beg to accept my offering of the day or the envelope filled with bank notes.
Sometimes she allows me to heat my bank card by doing the shops where she speaks loudly, by tutuiando me (I like her equally openly), by openly mocking me by calling me “bitch”, “slut”, “bitch”, “bitch”, “dirty whore”, “shit”, “shit” or other according to her mood, by pushing me to the cashier ordering me to pay by yelling “You really only serve that, dirty whore” (which is correct). She sometimes does it so badly that some sellers take offense, I confirm to them that I am just a “shitty”, that I assume it, that I am to pay and to carry all the packages and bags, of course. Our relationship shocks very often but it is authentic.
The farther Her Highness goes, the more I follow her without thinking, I do what she wants.
We spend long periods without seeing each other, without even calling, I send her SMS and emails full of respect and devotion, she responds only to one message out of five or even out of ten by some very direct words that order me to send her money immediately and in exchange… strictly nothing. This Is Where Her Highness demonstrates that she has no respect for me, I admire her so much when I have to transfer money to her, quickly and without waiting for anything in return from her, I obey and I pay because I honor that she considers me only as her moneyslave. What I am, from which she uses and abuses because she has full right, I her moneyslave I have only duties towards her.
His Highness Reigns and I am just a stupid hottie and a slut who does the whore with all the most twisted and bizarre males because they pay more expensive a slut who does in the very disgusting practices (I am known in the gay hard environment to let me do well without hesitation and specialized in the crade, I am in my place) and it is all benefit for His Highness.
All I can touch, and even the rare times His Highness agrees to see his fat stinky whore, are his boots or shoes when they’re dirty and his soles. I clean them to the tongue until it shines, I swallow everything and His Highness leaves (sometimes it takes place in the street) without a word, without the slightest look at me. I can only worship her by watching her walk away with money and offerings.
Your Highness, thank you for accepting me as moneyslave, I am your moneyslave and you and you alone.