Life on the River
Wednesday, 13 March 2024
"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."
I love being at home with my husband.
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I enter My hotel room after a long day of meetings and find a sissy slave kneeling in front of My bed. “Who are you ?” I yell ...”and how did you get in here?” “Sir, my name is Stella, Sir, ...Master Michael instructed me to wait here for you, Sir !” “Mick sent you sissy ?” “Sir, yes Sir “ “But why...? He knows I’m tired and had a long day ..” “Sir, He wanted me to make you more comfortable Sir. Anything you need Sir ..!” “Anything sissy ?” “Sir, yes Sir! ... i can prepare some food for you Sir, cook you a meal ...or hand wash your clothes and iron them...or clean your room and bathroom Sir !” “That’s it sissy ? Nothing else ..?” “Yes Sir, you can do what you like with me Sir. you can have me deepthroat you Sir, or you can use my pussy if you wish Sir ...you can whip me long and hard to relieve some tension and stress Sir....chain me up and have me kneel all night or present in humiliating poses to amuse you Sir ...anything you want Sir!” “Mike is s good friend sissy ...I’m sure you will be more than just fine. If you do well I might decide to keep you “ “Sir, yes Sir! my Master Michael said that i am for sale Sir if you wish to purchase me. i am to ask for $1850 Sir, that’s how much i cost Sir” “Really, that’s a good price even for an average sissy like you stella. What’s the catch? Are you sick or something ?” “No Sir ! i have been owned as His property and been trained for 8 years Sir. i am a very efficient cook, detail oriented, a meticulous cleaner, orally skilled and able to take a lot of pain Sir ... if you would like to test me Sir !?” “No sissy ...I’m sure you will do. If Mike sent one of his stable sissies then you won’t be bad. How and when should I pay for you ?” “Sir, i am free for 24 hours Sir. you can use me as you wish, no limitations Sir..” “ you already said that you dumb slave..!! I HATE having to repeat Myself sissy !!” “Sir, please forgive me Sir!! This slave is sorry Sir for not paying enough attention Sir. Could i ask You Sir to please punish this sissy slave for her mistake and wasting Your time Sir ..!” I pull out the leather belt from My trousers and shout : “ On your fours slave !! you will take one hundred lashes ..! But before I make you scream tell Me how I should pay for you sissy ?” “Sir, you may pay for me by bank transfer Sir. There is a piece of paper with my Masters BIC and IBAN number in my apron pocket Sir...just use them to transfer the amount on your mobile phone Sir. It shouldn’t take more than a couple of Minutes Sir...if you really wish to buy me Sir ??” “Yeah, why not. I was going to buy a good watch while being here in Switzerland but that can wait. I don’t have a woman or slave at the moment so you will do just fine to work in My residence back home. ........There, done! ....transfer successful. you are Mine now sissy, My property.!!” “Yes Master, thank You Master ..,i am yours to do with as you desire for as long as you desire ...” End ( true story!! ...well, almost ...there is one detail that I amended. Can you guess which ?)
Being born a woman is my awful tragedy. From the moment I was conceived I was doomed to sprout breasts and ovaries rather than penis and scrotum; to have my whole circle of action, thought and feeling rigidly circumscribed by my inescapable feminity. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars--to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording--all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night...”― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
