My Little Boy from Across the Pond

I consider myself to have a blessed life.  I come into contact with a wide variety of people in what I do... each one of them has touched My life in some way, shape or form - good, bad or indifferent - I am blessed.

My good little boy from across the pond stepped quietly into My life last year.  I say “quietly” because he is someone who treasures his privacy and is a bit shy with Me.  But, it didn’t take long for him to open up to Me and give Me complete access to his life, his wants, his needs, his desires and all of his fantasies. 

You see, I’m good like that.  I have a way - a special gift - with people and getting them to open up to Me completely.  They feel like they’ve known Me for years and can tell Me anything and everything.  Now, let Me be clear on this, I don’t abuse my gift and I don’t ever reveal our conversations to anyone - EVER.  It goes with Me to My grave.  As a matter of fact, most of the time, I am their saving grace.  I help keep them sane when they feel they’re going insane.

My little boy from across the pond is one of these individuals.  he is kind, caring, intelligent, a professional, "sort of" a happily married man who sought Me out to help fulfill a fantasy or two of his.  And, I’ve been there for him every step of the way for almost a year now.  Yes, there are times when I don’t hear from him for weeks, but he always comes back to Me.  He is into degradation and blackmail mainly.  Sometimes I don’t quite understand, but I am no one to judge.  So, I degrade him.  I blackmail him.  W/we text often.  W/we talk on the phone late at night while his wife is laying in bed right next to him... he’s quiet, he whispers, but most of the time in that situation, I do most of the talking - degrading him and blackmailing him.  I don’t give him permission to speak and he is forced to do as I say.  I permit him to release only once a week and he only has sex with his wife when I give him permission to.  Yes, I realize we live thousands of miles away but it’s all about trust and honesty.  And for this, he takes really good care of Me.

He takes such good care of Me that most of the time he is petrified his wife will find out.  So, I push him to his limits and then I push him beyond his limits.  I hear the nervousness in his voice.  Soon, I will bring him to tears... and then to his knees.  It’s a thrill for both of us.  It’s empowering for Me.  I have total control over him.  It’s all good.  My little boy enjoys it.  he can’t stop.  he keeps coming back. 

My little boy from across the pond is addicted... to Me!