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Who am i kidding?

Who am i kidding?

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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 the “Current Status” page i wrote down, at the beginning of this, that i wanted to spend a total of 1000$ this year…well go and check it… i’m 4 times over it… and i don’t seem to be able to stop… until One Great Diva will show up online…

I will keep posting from now on…

Am i really a MoneySlave?

Am i really a MoneySlave?

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I get this told me a lot recently. Usually from Goddesses. And i tend to agree to them. I mean, who would say “i want to stop” and then keep staying online, keep looking at photos, keep getting in touch with temptation?

Well maybe the reason is that i am not really a moneyslave.

I spent about 95% of the money last year on webcam: paying a per minute charge in order to be able to look at beautiful women, showing me their feet in stockings, pantyhose (even better), high heels and looking at me in a sexy way. That is the truth.

Yes, a couple of times i did spend outside of the webcam: some money via Wester Union (twice, for a total of 100 Euros), some gifts on Amazon (for a total of 200$). That’s it.

I don’t know why i’ve identified myself as a Moneyslave, i think all i can be defined is a webcam foot fetishists slave. I have to admit this, i LOVE looking at women on cam, i get so aroused by that and yes, sometimes my brain doesn’t work well while i’m on cam. But just then. When i switch off the cam, i stop acting like that.

The truth is: giving money doesn’t excite me. Being told what to do does.

In fact all my videochats with Her end in the same, exact, way. She teases me for a long time, more than an hour usually (at 3$ per minute)… then she asks me to open my Paypal…i resist…she teases me more…i open it… i tell her i’m not going to pay…she shows me her feet, orders me to pay the amount she wants and… i come and close the videochat and Paypal.

I get aroused by the fact that she’s so sure of herself, that she knows what makes me weak. I get excited by the fact that she pushes me there…but when i’m there…it’s over for me.

This is something i’ll keep thinking about… perhaps i’m understanding everyday more who i really am…

I’m a loser: $254.80 spent tonight

I’m a loser: $254.80 spent tonight

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Sucker, stupid, loser. That’s what i am. I’ve promised to myself to go to bed at 1:00 am tonight… instead i didn’t, and 5 minutes later WildStorm (Sheena) contacted me on messenger:

WildStorm (Sheena): hi
me: hello Goddess
WildStorm (Sheena): come in my room
me: i shouldn’t…i want to resist the temptation.
WildStorm (Sheena): you should..but i have my nylons on
WildStorm (Sheena): and i want you in, dog
WildStorm (Sheena): someone needs to lick my heels
me: i want to be strong…but God…. the thought of you…and my wife is not even home…i feel…defenseless…
WildStorm (Sheena): see, u know where to go now
me: yes my Goddess, i do

And that was it. I went into her room and remained there for nearly one hour and a half, staring at her beautiful teasing. I ended up spending $254.80 (logged into the Status page) and i completely exploded when she asked me to pay her $500 via PayPal, which i didn’t. Because i went offline after literally exploding.

I’m a stupid. I’m weak. I am not going to be strong enough to do what i’ve promised myself. This had been a really bad, bad, bad night for me.

When a picture “screams” my name

When a picture “screams” my name

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I have to admit, although i am trying to quit from being a Moneyslave, i still have the “need” to check out the newest photos “my” Mistresses put online. Today i came back from a short vacation so, as soon as i remained alone, i went to check their galleries…

And sometimes, when i look at some photos, i get the impression that those photos had been taken thinking about me, screaming my name, calling me to action… giving me the order to go and serve the Mistress. It’s like the photos OneGreatDiva posted a few days ago (and that i post here)… those are my favourite poses… and i DO remember we spoke together many times of how much i found irresistible those golden sandals, especially if with nylons on… it’s really like she took them thinking about me…

I am starting to think that i won’t be able to resist long… the temptation to let these beautiful women use my fetishes to ruin me is so strong…

It’s over

It’s over

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I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew she was the only one i should rely on, the only one i should care of, the only one that could help me.

I didn’t sleep at all last night, thinking about her. So this morning… i phoned my wife.

I’ve asked her to go online while we were on the phone. Explained her how it all started, during last May. I told her how much i’ve spent last year, what i was trying to do this year and how bad things were going…. showed her this blog, my twitter, everything.

Then, when i’ve finished and asked her “so…i know i’ve hurted you, but i’m here asking for your help…please, try to forgive me”. She shouted at me, she cried, she told me i disappointed her totally, she told me how stupid i have been…i tried to tell her how much i do love her, how much i care about her, tried to show her i’ve always loved her all this time….she just kept screaming… understandably.

She wants me to go to a psychologist. She thinks i have some sort of problem… and i probably agree with her. I’ll do that. With her. She’s still away though and will be back in two weeks from now, but i will keep phoning her twice a day, or even more. I want her to feel how sorry i am, how i DO love her.

But this. This blog, this twitter, this facebook…this is all over. I won’t log in again. Just a few weeks ago we were planning to have a baby…and tha’t s where i want to go back. Back to us. Back to our life.

It’s over.