A few nights ago I was browsing the “Findom internet” with no real intention to spoil anyone or have sessions (yeah, it happens!), when I stumbled upon the chatroom of a Goddess.
She’s one I had a few sessions with, but that’s not what matters here: as soon as I opened I noticed how badly and poorly her nylons looked.
She was wearing a pair of black pantyhose with the line on the back, a truly elegant model of pantyhose, the classic pair of nylons that would drive me crazy. But one thing was VERY clear:
She was wearing a cheap brand of nylons
For someone like me, who gets excited by women wearing nylons, it’s a huge turn off when nylons are ruined, even just partially. Do you know the little darker lines that get formed on nylons sometimes? That’s when you can speak about cheap nylons!
I don’t know if some of these girls don’t notice, pretend to don’t notice, or think it just doesn’t matter. Well let me tell you something:
The quality of your stockings and pantyhose IS important and IS noticeable on cam
There is no exception here: just compare a pair of Wolford to any (ANY) cheap pantyhose and you’ll see the difference. Even if you are not that big of a nylon fan, you WILL notice the difference.
When you buy a pair of Wolford, Cecilia De Rafael or Falke (to name the most famous) you know you are making an investment. Not only guys like me will drool for you even more, but that same pair of nylons will last WAY longer than a cheap one, paying back itself in time.
And if you think that in a session a guy is too busy wanking to notice…well then I guess you know nothing about nylon fetishists. When the nylons perfectly shape the whole leg, with not even the slight imperfection, it’s pure heaven for us. Nothing drives us crazy more.
Oh and one last thing: CHANGE nylons sometimes! There is nothing that gets on my nerves more than a beautiful girl owning like…2 or 3 pairs of nylons. Wearing them over and over till they are totally ruined. Let me say it again: buying nylons, quality nylons, is an investment. It’s an improvement to your look. It’s one reason more guys will come back to spoil you.
As I’ve said more than once, every (real) Goddess is different and unique, every one of them has something that makes her stand out from others, makes Her unique and attractive. One can be unique for the way She dresses, another one for the way She moves. Some are unique for their attitude, some are for their ability to enter into any slave mind.
Then there is EveSchwarz.
When talking about Her, saying She’s “unique” isn’t enough. She’s not only unique, but She’s also Iconic. She is like no one else in many ways, Her way of dominating and presenting Herself is so unique, so special, that I don’t even know where to start from to describe what I mean.
Her Look
After you see Her once, you are not going to forget the way she looks. Ever. That expensive red lipstick she wears, the iconic Marilyn Monroe’s beauty spot on her face, the unique bobbed black hair she often has. All little details that, summed up together, give EveSchwarz a unique, unmistakable, breathtaking look.
Her Voice
And even if, in an attempt to resist, you close your eyes…you will be at the mercy of her hypnotic, persuasive, sensual voice. Words never shouted, always said with a pause between them, to emphasize their meaning, their power. If she says you are her slave forever, that looks like to you the only option. The only truth. The only reason to be. Much like sirens used to hypnotize sailor men, EveSchwarz will hypnotize any slave brave enough to listen to her voice.
Her Nylons
Like a perfect match for her look and her voice, pantyhose and stockings (sometimes worn together) are always part of her wardrobe. Usually black, always expensive, always worn with style and elegance. She loves wearing nylons and that shows clearly by looking at her. Like a second skin, her nylons match her spectacular legs and feet in perfect harmony, as if they were created together.
Her Movements
The very first thing that hit me when I saw her for the first time, was the way she could move her toes and feet. I don’t even know where to begin to describe what she does. Think about feet and toes moving like a snake, sinuously slide up and down like ocean waves, moving in a hypnotic, sensual, incredible dance. The way she can move them, enhanced by the beautiful nylons she wears, is something that no foot fetishist can ignore. And if you are like me (a nylon foot fetishist, who’s also a moneyslave) well….prepare to be in big, big, huge danger. The hottest kind of danger, of course.
Her Music
Too many girls these days play techno music or some other kind of modern one, way too many. So when you enter into EveSchwarz room, prepare to be immersed in a new world. Out of this time. Prepare to be taken back to the first half of the 20th Century, when Frank Sinatra was the King and Aretha Franklyn the Queen. A time where classy and sexy ladies wearing black nylons, red lipstick and a Marilyn Monroe’s beauty spot on their faces could actually be seen at times. Now, in 2019, the only one bringing you all this is EveSchwarz.
An Icon
That’s why I am not ashamed to say that EveSchwarz is an ICONIC Goddess, one that can’t be ignored by anyone, one that many took and will take inspiration from. Because she’s unique, she’s superior, she’s powerful, she’s sensational. She’s the Iconic Nylon Goddess.
I’ve never really fantasized about cashpoint meetings: they always looked cold, “empty”, quick and well…not exciting at all. The idea of meeting a Goddess just to hand Her money, without any other sort of teasing or “fetish” interaction involved wasn’t appealing at all.
But that recently changed.
A few days ago, I’ve read on Goddess Ambra‘s Twitter that she was in Italy for work and, to my even bigger surprise, she was staying just 10 kilometers away from where I live.
I knew she would have come to Italy for work (she posted about it earlier), but when she posted a picture (wonderful, in pantyhose without shoes) saying “I am in you, Lucca” well… I almost jumped on my chair.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. The one I’ve dreamed so much about, one of the most beautiful Goddesses out there was just a few kilometers far.
I answered with a simple welcome message to that twit but…. her reply hit me like a cannonball.
“Make sure you give Me a proper welcome”
That was the moment I started thinking about meeting Her. I stopped caring if the meeting would have been quick or if no teasing would have been involved. I stopped thinking of any reason why I should have NOT meet her. Meeting her was the only thing in my mind. Tributing her directly, putting my money in her hands, was the only thing I could think of.
The following days I tried to contact Her, begging for a meeting, but she was too busy to meet me. I didn’t insist, I knew she would have been the one in charge of deciding if that would have happened, where, when and how. All I could do was telling her my total devotion and desire to meet her, no matter what.
I don’t know if it’s because she wanted to “test” me, making me crave it even more or if it was just a coincidence, but she agreed to meet me only on the very last day, at the very last minute and at the airport, just before leaving Italy.
Little detail: the airport is nearly 2 hours of driving from where I live.
I didn’t care. I was going to do as told. I wasn’t going to disappoint her. No way!
Our meeting was scheduled around noon that day, but because I didn’t want to be late (of course!) I left home more than 3 hours in advance.
As usual, when you are eager to arrive at your destination as quickly as possible, the trip was the worst ever: traffic like never before, heavy rain, closed roads…if something could go bad, it certainly did.
I got there just 5 minutes before our meeting. Exhausted after such an awful journey, but happy and excited by the thought of what was going to happen, I parked my car and messaged her.
Needless to say, I was shaking. So anxious to finally meet her in person, so excited to hand her my money. So eager to be just a few inches close to the Goddess I’ve been dreaming about for so long.
I obviously had no idea how the cashmeet would have happened, and that only made me more nervous.
A few minutes later she answered my message:
“I’m at the entrance. Come here.”
I rushed out of my car and started walking toward the airport entrance. As I was approaching it, I saw her from a distance and started admiring how she looked as I was getting closer.
She was wearing a short skirt, pantyhose, ankle boots, a red sweater, and an elegant hat. On top of that, an expensive (or so it looked to me) fur coat. Stunning to say the least.
When I reached her, she smiled. That smile told me everything. It was like “You are mine now“. She knew what I have done to get there, she knew how eager I was to tribute her. But she wasn’t in a rush of course.
At that moment, one thing hit me. I could finally smell her perfume. The one thing impossible to do online. I don’t know how to describe it, but let me just say that it was perfect. I got totally weak, unable to say anything more than just a simple “Hello Goddess” that probably came out more like a whisper than a real sentence. I cleared my throat and said it again. Her smile now was even bigger (and mesmerizing), she knew how embarrassed, weak, nervous I was.
“Guide me to your car slave, it’s time to do your duty”
And so I did. She walked a bit behind me, not giving me the privilege to look at her while she was walking, or to be at my side. I didn’t even felt it was right for me to look back. And besides, we didn’t have to walk a lot since my car was parked quite close.
I opened the door of my car and hold it for her while she got inside. The shut it for her and got inside as well.
The video below is what happened. I could feel her power being way stronger in her presence, there was no way I could have said no or resisted. She took all the money I had in my wallet, put them in her bag and walked out of my car with a simple
“Goodbye slave, we should do this more often”
I sat there in my car for some very long minutes, not moving, looking in front of me without really watching. I was like a zombie. She didn’t take just my money, she also took my brain, my breath, my energies. It took me a while to be able to start my car and drive away.
Needless to say, I remember nothing of my journey back home. All I know is that I had a huge smile on my face.
If you are there, reading this blog post and trying to imagine how it would be for you to be in my place well…do yourself a favor: Click here, show Goddess Ambra you are serious by spending quite a lot and often in her cam and who knows, if you keep doing that for long enough, you might be as lucky as I was. Good luck.
I know many will say “slaves have no power, they are just there to serve Goddesses”, and I know many Goddesses (especially the “wannabe” ones) will believe that. To them, a slave exists only to serve ANY Goddess, no matter what she looks like, say or do.
Well let me open your eyes: this is NOT true. We, slaves, do have one power, and it’s one of the most important ones for you to become our Goddess.
We choose which Goddesses to serve
There is simply no way a Goddess can be the right one for every slave: each one of us has different tastes, different fantasies, different things that make him “going”. And because I get dozen of messages from basically ANY kind of Goddess, I thought of writing a post about the process I usually go through before I become a slave of one particular Goddess.
How she looks like
This is the very first factor that drives my attention toward a Goddess. And it’s not just about her body, it’s also about her dressing style. I have a fetish for feet in nylons (especially pantyhose) so if, say, I look into her Twitter and see she never wears stockings and pantyhose or doesn’t like them, I just move away. Nylons are important to me and more important is that She wears them because She wants and likes to, not just because I like them. One “plus” for me is also if she seems to have many different outfits that she uses. Too often some girls are always showing the same clothes, making it look like they are sort of wearing a “uniform to go to work”. I prefer a woman who loves to put different stuff on, making me think she enjoys getting ready before starting her domination session.
Her attitude
After I’m intrigued by the way She looks, I start following her on social media or camsites, if she works on one with free cam shows. This way, I can get a better understanding of the kind of Goddess She is. Is she aggressive? Is She mean? Does she seem to be enjoying what she does? Does she seem bored? Is she funny? There isn’t a “list” of things I like or don’t like here. Each Goddess is different, and I might like one for a reason, another one for the very opposite of that. So let’s say that I more or less try to understand if her attitude “makes me going” or it’s so bad that simply makes me forget I like the way she looks.
My first approach
If I’m still interested in Her, of course, the next step is approaching Her. Let me be clear here: I try to NEVER waste her time, and ALWAYS have total respect for Her and Her valuable time. So my approach is never like talking hours with Her for free or making her waste tons of time on social media. A few comments here and there on pictures I like, some engagement on Her posts, some small talk in free chat. Nothing else. Just to let Her know I exist so that when I will go for a session I won’t be someone she never heard about. Usually, nothing goes wrong here, because I don’t expect much from Her. I know they are all super busy, and I know the proper way of making myself noticed is with a tribute. But some of them are better than others, and they end up engaging a bit with me. Even a short reply to my messages can be nice, makes me feel like she’s aware of what’s happening around her, she’s not just sitting there waiting for sessions. That’s a nice thing.
The first session
Now it’s time to have my first session with Her: I’m interested in Her, I like how she looks, how she dresses, how she engages and behaves…sure I want to be at her feet!
And yet… sometimes it happens that only during the first session I understand She’s not one for me. Of course, I don’t expect her to magically understand all of me in just one session or the very first session to be perfect.. but there are a few things here and there that can be a total turn off for me. I don’t even know how to describe them, because every session is different…but if they happen, that will be my first and last session with her. It happened more than a few times, unfortunately.
Wrapping up
So this is the “process” I follow each time I spot a Goddess I didn’t know before. It may seem odd or too complicated but…believe me, every (serious) slave does the same. We all want to have the best experience ever, and there are thousands of potential Goddesses out there. The least we can do is choose wisely….don’t you think?
I have been serving Goddess Ishtar for 9 years now, and the amazing thing is that every session with Her is intense, satisfying, breathtaking. The one I had a few days ago wasn’t an exception.
It all started early in the evening when She sent me a rather cryptic message:
“It will be a black night”
At that time I didn’t exactly knew what she meant, but receiving a message from Her is always an honor and, for sure, always exciting. I knew I had to make myself available for Her that night, I knew something could have happened.
So, a bit later, I logged on with my heart beating faster than usual. I was eager to understand what She meant with that message. I saw She was online but didn’t message Her to don’t disturb Her. I sat quietly in front of my computer and waited, with the excitement growing. After about 20 minutes, She contacted me.
“Hi. Send 100 and call me.”
Of course, I executed with no hesitation. Then, as soon as I entered Her room, it was clear to me why She called it a “Black Night“.
She was totally dressed in black: a beautiful see-through top, black leather skirt, black pantyhose, and black high heel shoes. On top of that, Her iconic long hair matched the outfit perfectly. I tried to make some sort of conversation, to avoid boring Her like a silently excited zombie would have done, but I’m not sure I came out with anything relevant. Her beauty was too much to handle, too much for my little brain to reserve space for anything else.
As time passed by, I found myself talking less and less while getting more and more excited, more and more under Her power. She would just move slowly in front of the camera from time to time: small movements that looked like lightning bolts to me. Every small movement was like a revelation: a different angle to admire Her beauty, a tiny new detail to worship.
Every now and then She demanded more tributes, but of those, I honestly lost count. I didn’t care. All I cared about was for that session to never end. For that beautiful Goddess to never leave my computer screen.
Then, after about 1 hour which to me looked like 5 minutes, our session ended: She allowed me to thank Her with a last 200$ tribute and we said goodbye. As I said above, every session with Goddess Ishtar is worth it. It’s always a beautiful adventure, a wonderful journey through the path of beauty and power. This wasn’t an exception, and I will treasure my Black Night with Goddess Ishtar among the many wonderful sessions I had with Her.
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