I love having my slaves suck cock—even if they don’t admit that they want to. I have several reasons for doing this, and believe me, my slaves suck for me…or else. Why? Why not? They are my slaves. They come to me wanting to be my slaves with all that that entails. I don’t go out and capture them and drag them back to my dungeon and beat them into submission. They ask me for this in some way, so this is what they have to do to earn and keep the right to be my slave.
I became a Mistress a long time ago. I became one because I like to dominate the men in my life and I like the power that comes with it. I can be both sensual and strict, depending on my mood and the situation. I demand that my slaves are always ready and willing to do anything I ask of them. They sign a contract that states that they cannot refuse an order from their Mistress without severe consequences. Almost all of them sign it without hesitation. But they don’t sign the contract until I know them pretty well. I don’t make slaves of men I don’t know enough to be able to push their buttons. I spend a lot of time with perspective slaves talking to them and finding out what their natural limits and boundaries are and then seeing how far they are willing to go for me.
I have learned many things since I took on my first slave. As a matter of fact, that slave is now my husband. He is still my slave, mind you, and I am still free to have lovers and live my life as I see fit. But he says that he loves me and would rather share his wealth with me and leave it to me when he dies than to marry someone he doesn’t care for nearly as much as he cares for me. So I married him. But he still must do as I command. This includes sucking cock if I’m in the mood to watch. And I’m always in the mood to watch a guy suck another guy’s cock. It is such a turn-on for me. I love to find men in bars and bring them home so he can suck their cocks and I can have sex with them afterwards. Don’t worry, we always use condoms with the strangers I find. Safety is always first. I don’t have to do that as much anymore anyway. I have many slaves willing to let him pleasure them. I also have several men that I have open sexual relationships with that are comfortable with my live-in slave. I only call him my husband when society forces me to do so.
So you see it’s like I’m the sultan over my harem of willing slaves. Isn’t that the greatest? I often have them all come over to my house of an impromptu orgy. I have them pleasure me in all kinds of different ways and I have them pleasure one another. I love being able to look around my living room at the crowd of naked, writhing men and knowing that I am the Mistress of all that I survey. It makes me wish that I could make them all come and live in my house with me just to be at my beck and call. I still may figure out a way for this to happen. I want it very much and I usually get whatever I want.
I sometimes take my live-in slave along with a few others with me on vacation. They all get along for my sake. I do not tolerate obvious jealousy in my harem. So if there is discord between my live-in slave and the others, it never comes to my attention. They know that if it does, all I will say is that the jealous person is bored and obviously needs a big cock in his mouth in order to cure his boredom and pass the time. Bitching and complaining do not get far with me when it comes to my slaves. In my mind, they should feel honored that I notice them at all and be grateful for my acknowledgment. It isn’t always easy to be a Mistress with as many slaves as I have. However, it is fulfilling. I know that I’m doing something good for these men. I’m making them better people by ensuring that they are obedient. When they kneel at my feet and worship me, I know I’ve found my calling as a femdom Mistress!