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Naughty, Naughty, fucking Ronda : smack that Bottom.

We can attempt to describe our lust, wantoness, peversions and sexual attractions through sexual energies. but that requires a little more sophistication and quality of mind. I would be foolish to assume EVERYONE reading this is ready for that, let alone that everyone possesses the required spiritual prowess and sef-knowledge to even contemplate... Sadly, it is true, even the oldest pension-bashing chien will reduce his wisdom to base-habit, once his eyes are full.

Let’s take Ronda for example. my 70-something, silly, sissy-old-sod. Ronda had a hunger for caning. The universe, it transpired, had something else for her...

Trespass the boundaries as they have been set by the Dominant you choose to serve, and expect circumstance to sincerely disappoint you. Old-child, such is life, you should by now know....

But of course, what a surprise. The old codger was so terribly overcum with lust and desire, that he reduced himself to nothing but a pest. Still with the eyes of the filthy little boy he has always and forever been - and always will be - infinitely astounded and trembling at the suggestion of anything even mildly sexy. Oof.

Ronda attempted - unrelentingly, mistakenly - to direct his pleasures into the scene with, for example, where he might sit… whether he might touch me… whether I would take more money to be touched. Alas, this was not a display of passionate devotion, but rather a passionless, self-serving, pathetic display of desperation, and most importantly to Me, a complete violation of our D/s exchange. Fucking bored already, entirely turned OFF, I remark :

“Old boy, you are going to have to do a fuck-hole lot better than that.”

Conspiring and conspiring, for yet more caning… asking and asking for more and yet more, this case was a classic masochist, bottom topping wanker :

“Nuh-uh-uh… Everything from the bottom, to the top, is mine, silly Ronda. You are punished.. or abandoned.. as I so choose.”

Incessant greed before a Domme is simply inappropriate... Not only that, but Ronda had also booked another girl to join the session for the last fifteen minutes - so that he might touch and lick someone, under my instruction, held by my supremely yanked leash. How was it he was still asking for more ?? I was left unamused…

“wow ! SO much thrill in one session and you can’t contain yourself ? I can’t say you even deserve to be here, under my foot.”

A classic spoiling of suspense, which I have no doubt crosses over into the quality of this person’s daily life. I shudder to think.

Obedience is the grandest gesture of service; Patience is the gateway to genuine experience; Humility is the greatest pleasure.

…Ronda took a look at herself. Suddenly, she began to see all her insolent requests were doing her no good – I dragged her, by a motherly twist of the ear, up from the comfy bed and down onto the dirty, down-trodden floor. It was clear to her she would remain there until the scene was over.

My breasts, once pouring from my costume, were now concealed, though - by now - naturally, divinely etched in Ronda’s thirsty old mind. All Ronda could do hereon was obey, now in the entirely hopeless anticipation that her desires would be somehow met. There was really nothing I could do for this case. All was too little, too late. The door knocked, and Ronda clumsily climbed back upright as I ordered her to wait facing the corner : “Don’t say a fucking word”.

Bliss to my ears, I didn’t hear a single oink back in response. I opened the door, and in walked our girl - strutting her damned and divine stuff, ready to play. Tee hee.

Alas, however - woe’s he - the old codger’s karmic misfortune found itself ever-present for a kinky, c'est la vie mindfuck… For all the asking and all the misbehaving, the universe had now made Her decision, old-child : you already have everything you require to be fulfilled - a stunning, strong and powerful Domina overpowering you once more, and your sagging worn out codger is simply bursting to cum... So, says La Universe, if you MUST ask for more - to touch a woman divine - whether she knows herself as such or not, she will be one TOTALLY contrary to your liking. Tough, fucking shit, oldboy. It's like some old emporer's tale : that is to say, Ronda was left somewhat disappointed with my new subject. Perhaps bitterly so... Even better.

To me, this woman was a treat, a guest to be worshipped, an energy with which to amalgamate, but because Ronda insisted so insolently he have a taste - of ANYTHING - the Universe gave what to him his very own personal version of a pig. He still came like a whore, nonehtless.

Fucking OINK. Poetry in action, no less. Oh, what a nasty trick life plays !

Suffice to say - just like any other sub who persistently tops from the bottom, one who refuses to accept his Domina’s limits, and as such hacks away at the erotic bliss of a potentially magnificent power exchange - I sent Ronda a wander for something he could fondle, in little faith he had learnt his lesson.

This type of pervert will never be satisfied, and is not congruent with the ideals and pleasures of perfect, ultimate submission. This little pervert needs an escort, but fancies himself an entitled player within the BDSM arts. I would not beg to differ, because I sincerely give nil fucks…

The first test ALWAYS remains : you must prove yourself obedient. Falter, and you will have to .START.ALL.OVER.AGAIN.

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