GOODBYE CAROL

In my last installment with Cunt II, I shared with you one of the most intense sessions I can remember (for me), (Thanks again to Mistress Chastity on Image Fap for the idea)

Last Sunday I had a long heart to heart with Cunt II. I was in an ultra-bitch mood and with no contractors coming over, and no visitors either, I spent the morning making my bitch do chores. Of course he did them all naked, except for that ludicrous looking cock cage. I followed him around with a birch switch, and a disapproving glare. I found fault in everything, and punished every deficiency with painful stinging welts. The Texas sun even in the morning is merciless this time of year, and hot little welts and salty sweat don’t go well together. 

Feeding and watering stabled horses and shoveling their horse shit isn’t easy work anyway, but with me on his ass, micromanaging everything? It was driving the poor dear crazy. He actually broke down for a few minutes and let out a little cry. LOL! My dogs were getting into it too. Dogs take cues from their master and Blue Heelers which are bred herding dogs, take physical cues more than most. I have 3. After watching me whipping poor Cunt II, and treating him like shit, they apparently reasoned that this little man was not a human, but some kind of sheep-like animal that was lower than they were in the hierarchy on my ranch.

It was so funny watching my dogs acting like guards watching his every move, growling and nipping at his heels when he moved too quickly or changed direction too suddenly for their taste. Cunt II of course hated it, but he really hasn’t earned his place here yet, my dogs have. So until I feel he deserves it, and I give him a better name, not only am I in authority over him, but my dogs are as well. LOL!

After a delicious lunch which he served me naked. (Well except for a cute white apron with red hearts which I made him wear). I let him take a shower and put on his one approved piece of clothing. It’s a pair of white, silk, old-lady-panties, all big, rumply, and with lace frills LOL! It covers that awful looking cock cage of his. I was dressed in full equestrian Domme regalia. Tight white Capri’s, tall English riding boots and a white riding blouse. I was even wearing a nice pair of tight leather gloves. (Yes, I know this is play clothing…And NO, I wouldn’t actually wear this while riding a horse. But it’s so much fun dressing up for the role).

I sat in the living room in a very comfortable love seat, drinking a tall glass of sweet tea, while Cunt II took my boots off and licked and massaged my feet. I lit a fine Cohiba Black Churchill, and puffed it into crackling life. I sat enjoying the competing sensations of a full belly, the nicotine rush from fine tobacco, having my toes sucked, and just the delicious sense of having so much power over this wonderful, submissive, man. I let Cunt II work down from my toes to my heels, and then I picked up his cell phone. This was something I took from him a few days ago, giving him my approved one for his use. I own the phone, the calling plan, and therefore I can monitor every call he makes. In this way I have leverage into anyone he calls. By having my hand over everything he does, he cannot live two separate lives. He cannot pretend. In his mind I’m dominating him even when I’m not there, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 “Mhhmmmmm…darling your doing such a good job, please continue licking my feet while I talk about something important.”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Remember I took your cell phone last Wednesday, and I promised to speak with you about it?” He was sucking my big toe, and looked at me while nodding.

“Remember a few weeks ago while you were being thrashed for being late, you mentioned a woman named Carol?”

“Yes Mistress” he said quietly. He looked so worried that he stopped sucking my toes.

“You told me that you’ve had an off and on relationship with her for years. You told me that she’s a financial advisor, and that you met me when you were in an ‘off period’ with…Carol.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He said it miserably, and looked down.

“Are you not satisfied with the relationship you have with me? Is this what you want, being dominated by a strong woman, or would you rather go back to the life you’ve had before?”

While tenderly holding my foot in his hands, he sat for a time, staring in the distance. I puffed contentedly on my cigar. A few weeks ago the answer to this question would have filled me with apprehension, but now, I knew, even if he didn’t, that he was mine.

“I love you Mistress. I want to be with you, but I don’t always like the things you do to me.”

“Do you understand why I do those things? Why it’s necessary?"

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Please elaborate, and tell me why?”

“I…uh… I need to be trained to please you…and you are helping me be what I was meant to be?” He practically mumbled.

“And what darling, are you meant to be?" I said stroking his smooth and pretty face.

“I…I don’t know Mistress, you’ve never told me.” He said looking like a lost puppy.

 I hadn’t told him either, just alluded to something that I wasn’t sure of myself. What I want to do with Cunt II has been a rather vexing problem. He has interesting qualities that keep popping up and surprising me. I know I can’t put it on hold forever, but I fear losing some of those qualities if I totally feminize him which is what I initially wanted to do .

“That’s a perfectly fine answer darling. For the moment. Now back to Carol. Since it is your desire to continue a relationship with me, and since I will tolerate nothing less than absolute loyalty, I think it’s time you end this relationship with her. Don’t you?”

“Ma’am I have not called her once since I met you, I swear it.” He said with conviction.

“I know darling. The phone I’m allowing you to use is mine, and I have checked the calls you make online. If you would have called Carol we would be having this conversation in the stables, under…’different’ circumstances.”

I could almost see the wheels in his head turning as he considered this new information, and realized I had tightened the vice just a little more on his freedom. Whatever I decided for Cunt II’s future, one thing was absolutely clear. I would eventually completely dominate him. His only freedom would be the one’s I allowed, and they would be few. For a submissive male, anything less was unacceptable to me.

I handed the phone to him. “Call her now, and end it. Permanently.” I said, looking him in the eyes.

He took the phone slowly, and looked at it for a long moment. I could tell it was troubling for him, which was a good sign. Breaking up should be troubling. A man that can do it easily, and painlessly, is almost certainly an arrogant whore. Arrogant whores are fun to break, and make exquisite pain slaves, because at heart they’re basically cowards. As an honest companion to a Domme, they’re absolutely worthless.

He dialed a number. As much as I wanted to listen in on the conversation, I gave him some privacy. I pulled on my riding boots, patted his head, (He really did look miserable), and I left him alone. My inner bitch was outraged at giving him private time with Carol, but making a man respect your authority isn’t 'Just' about pain, and manipulation. You also have to be strong enough to do the right thing. A clingy, needy, Domme has no self-respect. A submissive male senses that rather quickly.

I went outside, enjoyed my cigar, and checked on an irrigation line that I'm having installed. It was costing me a fortune, but if things worked out I would end up saving a fortune planting my own hay. I had plenty of acreage, I might as well put it to use. I wandered around checking on things, and playing with my dogs for about an hour.

When I came back in I found him lying on the floor. It looked like he might have been crying. When I approached, he quickly kneeled with his back straight as I have taught him. I sat down and stroked his head.

“Is everything alright darling?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Did you end it with Carol?”

"Yes Ma’am, it was tougher than I thought.”

I kissed his cheek tenderly.

“It should be darling. How did she take it?”

“She was ok with it I guess. I told her I had found someone else, and that I had fallen in love,” he said looking at me shyly.

(Ugh….arrow to the heart. My inner bitch was doing flip-flops) I had to wait a few seconds before speaking.

“Did she accept your explanation?”

“She got a little angry. I could tell that I hurt her.”

“I understand darling, breaking up is a painful thing. But not being honest and leading someone on is even worse. You’ve done yourself, and Carol a favor. We can move on in our relationship without distractions, and she can move on and find someone else as well. I’m proud of you darling.”

I held his head, and gave him a long hard kiss.

“Let me have your phone.”

He handed it to me without a word. I tossed it by the fire place on the stone tile, and stood up. He watched me curiously. I walked to his phone, and looking right at him said, “You won’t need this anymore then.”

I stomped down hard on his phone with the heel of my boot. It made a satisfying crunch. I ground it into the tile back and forth sadistically. It was so much fun watching his face as I did it. The look of worry and concern was perfect! I like a little drama with my beginnings and endings. Carol was over, symbolized by the electronic ruin under the heel of my boot, and we?  A Domme, and this beautiful, submissive man, was just beginning.

I kissed him, told him to go to my bed, prepare the big green strapon with plenty of ‘Butt Butter” and wait for me.

“Yes Mistress” he said, and ran upstairs. I sat down for awile, looking at the ruin of his phone, and finished my cigar. I could hear my pretty little man upstairs preparing himself for me, and I thought just how lucky I was.