Time surely goes fast. It seems yesterday that i’ve started this blog…instead it is four years now. And exactly four years ago i was writing my very first post. “It’s late at night…the usual time when my “slave needs” raise up..when my wife is asleep and the temptation to do something exciting is high. And this is where it will all begin: this blog.“ Same old story. This will happen more and more after that day…and, as usual, i was…
It doesn’t stop…that’s a fact. I am spending more than last year and surely i am not slowing down… perhaps…this is just what i want…and i should really stop fighting this… what’s the point in fighting who i am? Actually… recently i find myself thinking more and more about… real life sessions… about a Mistress (well, i can say Her name… Miss Olivia) tempting me in a public place, using my fetishes to make me weak…and then.. using me to…
Yes tonight i came back online and ended up visiting a Mistress on videochat. Now i’m confused. I don’t even know what i’m writing about… all i know is that in the last 40 minutes i went from being happy, to sad, to angry to..confused as i am. Spent a lot? no. Felt Her power? Yes. But anyway…is it so difficult to understand that i’m not exclusive? I’m a slave that lives on emotions, because they are the reason i…
It probably all started when i met Miss Olivia. Among other things, she really can enter your brain and well… explore it ar her will. And that’s what she did and she keeps doing. But doing so…she’s making me think a lot, really a lot. Am i really a moneyslave? Or am i just attracted by something else? And if that’s the case…what’s this “something else”? Seduction power? Beauty? Or just a pair of feet in stockings or pantyhose? How…
One year has passed since i’ve started this blog. As the name suggests, i was and still am (i think) trying to run away from my financial slavery addiction: too much money spent, too much risk to spend even more. I had to stop. But after a year of failure, as i ended up spending even more, i think i met the one Mistress that really made me think, for the first time, if this decision to run away is…
I had a horrible day today…and tomorrow at work it will be even worst… so i’m just sitting here, in front of the computer, feeling sort of sad…depressed… And the weird thing is that… deep inside…i know that only her power would make me feel better…only letting her dominate me with her beauty would make me feel good again… and i do need that… but…she’s not around…and that makes me feel even worst…. As days pass by…i realise that i…
Ok, it’s not going well at all. I’ve started this blog hoping that i would have been able to win this fight, hoping that i would have been able to resist the temptation… Well it seems i can’t. I’ve already spent 8 thousand dollars so far this year, and it doesn’t look that i’m going to stop. The thing is… these women know how to make me weak. They know it well and they do it also because…they probably know…
Why should i keep denying this? My problem it’s not having gorgeous and powerful women (like Diva) using my fetishes to control and ruin me… my problem is that i’m addicted to slavery. Whenever i’m online and i don’t see any of the two Queens that are ruining me….i just go and look for other Queens (in the places i’ve actually listed here on the right), in the hope to find someone else as powerful and gorgeous as they are….
There are lots of Mistresses that contact me pretending to be served, acting as they already own me. And when i don’t react as a slave with them, they immediately define me as “fake”. Let me just say that this is totally ridiculous. I’m a slave when a Mistress hits my “weak” points, not just because she calls herself a Mistress. There are two special Mistresses that made me the moneyslave i am… because they hit my weak points, every…
It’s not over. It was for just a few days…then… one night i logged in…and saw HER online…the one it all started with…the one that i will probably never be able to forget or resist. My one and only Diva was there…online… i went into her videochat… and… it all started again. I didn’t post till now on this blog because i was too ashamed…but…what can i say… my fight is on again…although i totally failed my first goal. On…