Being a Domme definitely has it's advantages and disadvantages... I have the opportunity to meet some really amazing people that touch My life in certain aspects and close personal friendships are developed. And then there are the crackpots, the freaks, that I happen to cross paths with and I honestly wonder what planet they come from. And, finally, there are those that fit somewhere in between these two extremes.
For the record, names have been changed to protect their identity...
I received a call from Darren, who lives in Chicago, the other week telling Me in detail what a "crappy marriage" he was involved in... that he "never should have married her in the first place," etc., etc. After listening to his story, I sort of felt bad for his situation... but on the other hand, it's not My problem he royally screwed up. He tells Me he wants to be "owned" by Me but more importantly, he tells Me he wants Me to "own" his wife without her knowing about it. He describes his wife to Me... her name is Michelle, tall, auburn hair, fairly attractive, successful, attended Brown University, and she believes she's the greatest thing since sliced bread.
Basically, Darren wants to play mind tricks on her and has asked for My assistance. Darren just wants to drive his wife a little crazy. A little game of mind fuck never hurt anyone. After careful thought, I decided to play along with his game under certain conditions. Those conditions being that no one gets physically hurt and nothing illegal occurs. So, for starters, I kept it pretty simple and I had him place My initial in pink permanent marker in the crotch area of every pair of her pretty, lacy, expensive underwear - not too big of an initial but not so tiny that she wouldn't notice the marking either. Then, I had him do the same thing to her pillow - on both sides - the one she sleeps on every night. Darren felt so liberated that he took it upon himself to literally set on fire a picture from their wedding day that he had framed and given to Michelle on their first anniversary.
As for Darren, I've had him singing, dancing, doing jumping jacks, twirling like a ballerina and telling people that he is owned by Me and that he is My bitch all over the streets of Chicago. he's been obedient, so far. I know this because I have Darren walk up to people on the street, hand them the phone and then I introduce Myself and proceed to instruct them to tell Darren what needs to be done. So, not only am I controlling him but in a subtle way I am also controlling the person on the other end of the phone and they don't even know it.
None of this is done out of pure evil. I don't believe in that. It's a bit of harmless fun. Especially, since Michelle doesn't even know that she and her own husband are "owned" by Me.
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