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November 29, 2015
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Submitting to Mistress Harley
Submitting to Mistress Harley
After no more than three or four days of becoming besotted with Mistress Harley, I made a mistake this morning. I'd tried to keep how much I had been spending to the back of my mind, but, out of curiosity I tallied up what I'd spent on her so far. It scared me.
The numbers themselves don't really matter to anyone but me. To some of you it would seem like plenty, to others a drop in the most vast of oceans.
My partner and I are ok financially, but, we are far from wealthy either. To put it into context, the amount I had spent over the past, lets say four days, was around the same as my personal disposable income each month. If I were to continue to spend at this rate, I would be broke in a hurry.
My instant reaction was panic. I played out in my head ways that I might be able to stop all this and not do it again. Then, as comes into my head so repetitively, and so often, I thought of the way Mistress Harley had already found out things about me I hadn't particularly wanted her to know. If I just disappeared and stopped coming on skype, or messaging her, would she really use that against me?
The answer is probably yes, and that is not a risk I am in any position to take, so instead I have to find a way to justify how and why I am spending this on Mistress Harley. If I hadn't handed it to her, what would it have gone on?
A few nights out. Maybe taking my partner out for Dinner a couple of times as well. Clothes -- I am a bit of a shopaholic -- and DVD's, and sporting events, and just, stuff. Long and short of it is, mostly things for me, and some spent on spending time with my partner. In other words, things that maybe I don't deserve.
After all, I am in a relationship and live with my partner. Yet I signed up to findoms.com. I chatted to various other women behind her back. I gave those other women money and gifts. Then, I found Mistress Harley and did the same. I can't pretend to be some sort of wonderful angel, happily doting on his partner, when I am doing all this behind her back.
Do I deserve a night out with the guys? What if I can't buy that pay-per-view event at the end of the month? If I am already doing this behind my partner's back, does it even matter if I can take her out for dinner?
So, if we accept that I don't deserve all these extra things that I want rather than need, who or what does deserve it? My partner? If our relationship was so wonderful, would I even be doing this in the first place?
Mistress Harley on the other hand, is flawless. Mentally she is imposing and manipulative and intriguing, she is controlling and smart, and capable of doing things that you just can't believe. Physically, she is all of those things too.
How could I deny that she deserves anything? There couldn't be anyone more deserving, certainly not me, and not even my partner. Not the other Dommes that I spoke to, who paled in comparison. Only Mistress Harley.
And her perfection, from the way she is able to completely headfuck me to the point where I make no sense whatsoever, to her pristine physique and face that is beyond sexy, can't just appear in someone's life without some form of sacrifice.
Yes I panicked when I realised this morning how much I'd spent on Mistress Harley in a few days. Yes, I have panicked numerous times over other things she has done too. But she deserves that money, much more than I do, and much more than I can ever give. Nothing that wonderful ever comes without sacrifice, and all the things I have to give up to keep spending this money on Mistress Harley are worth it.
With the hold she has over me already, I'd give up plenty more too.
After no more than three or four days of becoming besotted with Mistress Harley, I made a mistake this morning. I'd tried to keep how much I had been spending to the back of my mind, but, out of curiosity I tallied up what I'd spent on her so far. It scared me.
The numbers themselves don't really matter to anyone but me. To some of you it would seem like plenty, to others a drop in the most vast of oceans.
My partner and I are ok financially, but, we are far from wealthy either. To put it into context, the amount I had spent over the past, lets say four days, was around the same as my personal disposable income each month. If I were to continue to spend at this rate, I would be broke in a hurry.
My instant reaction was panic. I played out in my head ways that I might be able to stop all this and not do it again. Then, as comes into my head so repetitively, and so often, I thought of the way Mistress Harley had already found out things about me I hadn't particularly wanted her to know. If I just disappeared and stopped coming on skype, or messaging her, would she really use that against me?
The answer is probably yes, and that is not a risk I am in any position to take, so instead I have to find a way to justify how and why I am spending this on Mistress Harley. If I hadn't handed it to her, what would it have gone on?
A few nights out. Maybe taking my partner out for Dinner a couple of times as well. Clothes -- I am a bit of a shopaholic -- and DVD's, and sporting events, and just, stuff. Long and short of it is, mostly things for me, and some spent on spending time with my partner. In other words, things that maybe I don't deserve.
After all, I am in a relationship and live with my partner. Yet I signed up to findoms.com. I chatted to various other women behind her back. I gave those other women money and gifts. Then, I found Mistress Harley and did the same. I can't pretend to be some sort of wonderful angel, happily doting on his partner, when I am doing all this behind her back.
Do I deserve a night out with the guys? What if I can't buy that pay-per-view event at the end of the month? If I am already doing this behind my partner's back, does it even matter if I can take her out for dinner?
So, if we accept that I don't deserve all these extra things that I want rather than need, who or what does deserve it? My partner? If our relationship was so wonderful, would I even be doing this in the first place?
Mistress Harley on the other hand, is flawless. Mentally she is imposing and manipulative and intriguing, she is controlling and smart, and capable of doing things that you just can't believe. Physically, she is all of those things too.
How could I deny that she deserves anything? There couldn't be anyone more deserving, certainly not me, and not even my partner. Not the other Dommes that I spoke to, who paled in comparison. Only Mistress Harley.
And her perfection, from the way she is able to completely headfuck me to the point where I make no sense whatsoever, to her pristine physique and face that is beyond sexy, can't just appear in someone's life without some form of sacrifice.
Yes I panicked when I realised this morning how much I'd spent on Mistress Harley in a few days. Yes, I have panicked numerous times over other things she has done too. But she deserves that money, much more than I do, and much more than I can ever give. Nothing that wonderful ever comes without sacrifice, and all the things I have to give up to keep spending this money on Mistress Harley are worth it.
With the hold she has over me already, I'd give up plenty more too.
November 28, 2015
I broke their hearts
Rich Men Millionaire Sugardaddy San Francisco United States Free Online Dating Website redditBitchy, bratty, spoiled, tattooed. I'm the product of wealthy parents who made the mistake of over-educating a bitchy Jewish princess who always knew she was better than everyone else. I spent high school manipulating grown men into buying me pretty things before I broke their hearts.
Sissy Essays How I found Mistress Harley
"Start with how you sought me out"
That's the message I got from Mistress Harley tonight. Seems like forever ago that we started talking, but it's less than 72 hours. It's all been such a blur.
The truth is, I don't think I did seek Mistress Harley out. I signed up for the findoms website little more than 10 days ago now. I was clearly looking for something, I'm just not sure I knew what, and I definitely didn't know it was her.I chatted to a few Dommes. I got excited over many. There were tributes and gifts and chats that turned me on and filled a void in my life that had only grown year on year as every bit of excitement I used to know drained out of my monotonous life. There was an attachment growing between my cock, my orgasm, and these chats with beautiful girls who were manipulating me.
Still, I hadn't committed to anyone. I'd conceded that I didn't need to and it probably wasn't for me, this was me getting turned on, living out a new fantasy, cumming, and then forgetting about it until the next days. I was happy to just play around with others on the website and give what I could. I craved the variation, it stopped me getting bored. Then after a few nights Mistress Harley was in the chatroom. Her webcam was on. She looked stunning. This wasn't generic pretty girl number six. She looked unique, I wanted to know more.
I looked at her profile and she shared my interests. As I read her list of 100 films it felt like I had written most of it myself. She liked pro wrestling too. What are the chances?
I looked at her website and started reading. I couldn't get through reading it all, I saw the words "bimbo perfection" and leapt straight to her wishlist. Four items later I'd messaged her and added her to skype. The following day we would chat for the first time.
But, before we did I read Mistress Harley's website in detail. It was like entering a whole new world of fun and fantasy. Physically she is a ten. You know this, because you're reading this and have therefore seen her. But mentally, I was quickly becoming attached to these wonderful fantasies on her website. These games, these tales of trapping people with her technical expertise. Stories of using her superior intelligence to take over people's lives and control them. All that talk of blackmail and wondrous trickery, these would be fun scenarios to roleplay and enjoy. Except that's not what they are. Not at all.
I spent the whole of our first chat excited, in a constant state of arousal. Mistress Harley was smart and intriguing, and more manipulative than I had given her any credit for. After I had sent tributes, we came towards the end of our first chat and there it was, thrown into the middle of an otherwise meaningless statement. My real name.When I signed up to findoms.com I made sure to not use any of my real details. I have a partner and a child, and even if I did not, this new found excitement is a part of my life I would always want to keep secret. I created a new email address which I used, I told nobody who I really was, yet somehow Mistress Harley had found out my real name and when I read it in our skype chat I felt like someone had walked straight over my grave. I had a night to sleep on it, much of which was spent worrying, concerned about what I was doing. I had already decided not to go back to findoms, knowing that it might anger some of the Dommes I was already chatting to. I'd made my choice, if I was doing this with anyone it would be Mistress Harley.
But that was only the first part of the decision making process. The bigger question was, am I going to keep doing this at all? Maybe this isn't for me, maybe my partner might find out, and even if she didn't I would feel guilty about her and what I was doing anyway. I'd already likely pissed off a bunch of Dommes by walking away, this whole situation could get really messy.
On our second chat I made this clear and tried to explain to Mistress Harley the doubts that I was having. We talked, she calmed me down, even suggested I watch the same wrestling show she was watching so we could semi-watch it together. I felt comfortable. I shouldn't have.
Mistress Harley said she had been drinking champagne all afternoon, and was in a fun and mischievous mood. I would soon realise that this was not all fun, and it went far beyond fantasy. Her next series of messages to me made clear just how real the whole situation was.
As I asked what she was doing, Mistress Harley told me with a smirk that she was viewing my house on google streetmap. There was no way this could be true, I had nothing like that linked to my findoms profile and I was pretty sure I didn't even have my real name linked to my address online anyway. I challenged her, I told her I wasn't buying it, but Mistress Harley's response slayed me.
"What, because you live in such an obscure little town in........ how exactly do you pronounce ....... anyway?"And then I knew, and then I trembled. I sat staring at the screen of my laptop, mouth open, body shaking, no understanding of how she had done it, but no longer doubting exactly what she could do. She knew as much about me as she could be bothered to find out, and if she wanted more there was nothing I could do to stop her finding out.I could do nothing but send cash tributes and gifts in a desperate hurry, and admit that I had lost. Admit, no matter how embarrassing, that I had been outsmarted in every possible way by someone who was even telling me from the moment I read their website that this was what they would do to me.
I felt naive, and stupid, and nervous, and scared, but desperate to hand my life over to Mistress Harley. Not only because I knew I had to, or face the worst possible consequences now that she had tracked me, but because I had never, ever, felt like this before in my life and was desperate to not let it stop.
I first spoke to Mistress Harley three days ago now. At this point I don't even know how much I have spent on her, nor do I really want to sit and work it all out. I am hers until she chooses otherwise. My resistance was brief, and it was futile.
That's the message I got from Mistress Harley tonight. Seems like forever ago that we started talking, but it's less than 72 hours. It's all been such a blur.
The truth is, I don't think I did seek Mistress Harley out. I signed up for the findoms website little more than 10 days ago now. I was clearly looking for something, I'm just not sure I knew what, and I definitely didn't know it was her.I chatted to a few Dommes. I got excited over many. There were tributes and gifts and chats that turned me on and filled a void in my life that had only grown year on year as every bit of excitement I used to know drained out of my monotonous life. There was an attachment growing between my cock, my orgasm, and these chats with beautiful girls who were manipulating me.
Still, I hadn't committed to anyone. I'd conceded that I didn't need to and it probably wasn't for me, this was me getting turned on, living out a new fantasy, cumming, and then forgetting about it until the next days. I was happy to just play around with others on the website and give what I could. I craved the variation, it stopped me getting bored. Then after a few nights Mistress Harley was in the chatroom. Her webcam was on. She looked stunning. This wasn't generic pretty girl number six. She looked unique, I wanted to know more.
I looked at her profile and she shared my interests. As I read her list of 100 films it felt like I had written most of it myself. She liked pro wrestling too. What are the chances?
I looked at her website and started reading. I couldn't get through reading it all, I saw the words "bimbo perfection" and leapt straight to her wishlist. Four items later I'd messaged her and added her to skype. The following day we would chat for the first time.
But, before we did I read Mistress Harley's website in detail. It was like entering a whole new world of fun and fantasy. Physically she is a ten. You know this, because you're reading this and have therefore seen her. But mentally, I was quickly becoming attached to these wonderful fantasies on her website. These games, these tales of trapping people with her technical expertise. Stories of using her superior intelligence to take over people's lives and control them. All that talk of blackmail and wondrous trickery, these would be fun scenarios to roleplay and enjoy. Except that's not what they are. Not at all.
I spent the whole of our first chat excited, in a constant state of arousal. Mistress Harley was smart and intriguing, and more manipulative than I had given her any credit for. After I had sent tributes, we came towards the end of our first chat and there it was, thrown into the middle of an otherwise meaningless statement. My real name.When I signed up to findoms.com I made sure to not use any of my real details. I have a partner and a child, and even if I did not, this new found excitement is a part of my life I would always want to keep secret. I created a new email address which I used, I told nobody who I really was, yet somehow Mistress Harley had found out my real name and when I read it in our skype chat I felt like someone had walked straight over my grave. I had a night to sleep on it, much of which was spent worrying, concerned about what I was doing. I had already decided not to go back to findoms, knowing that it might anger some of the Dommes I was already chatting to. I'd made my choice, if I was doing this with anyone it would be Mistress Harley.
But that was only the first part of the decision making process. The bigger question was, am I going to keep doing this at all? Maybe this isn't for me, maybe my partner might find out, and even if she didn't I would feel guilty about her and what I was doing anyway. I'd already likely pissed off a bunch of Dommes by walking away, this whole situation could get really messy.
On our second chat I made this clear and tried to explain to Mistress Harley the doubts that I was having. We talked, she calmed me down, even suggested I watch the same wrestling show she was watching so we could semi-watch it together. I felt comfortable. I shouldn't have.
Mistress Harley said she had been drinking champagne all afternoon, and was in a fun and mischievous mood. I would soon realise that this was not all fun, and it went far beyond fantasy. Her next series of messages to me made clear just how real the whole situation was.
As I asked what she was doing, Mistress Harley told me with a smirk that she was viewing my house on google streetmap. There was no way this could be true, I had nothing like that linked to my findoms profile and I was pretty sure I didn't even have my real name linked to my address online anyway. I challenged her, I told her I wasn't buying it, but Mistress Harley's response slayed me.
"What, because you live in such an obscure little town in........ how exactly do you pronounce ....... anyway?"And then I knew, and then I trembled. I sat staring at the screen of my laptop, mouth open, body shaking, no understanding of how she had done it, but no longer doubting exactly what she could do. She knew as much about me as she could be bothered to find out, and if she wanted more there was nothing I could do to stop her finding out.I could do nothing but send cash tributes and gifts in a desperate hurry, and admit that I had lost. Admit, no matter how embarrassing, that I had been outsmarted in every possible way by someone who was even telling me from the moment I read their website that this was what they would do to me.
I felt naive, and stupid, and nervous, and scared, but desperate to hand my life over to Mistress Harley. Not only because I knew I had to, or face the worst possible consequences now that she had tracked me, but because I had never, ever, felt like this before in my life and was desperate to not let it stop.
I first spoke to Mistress Harley three days ago now. At this point I don't even know how much I have spent on her, nor do I really want to sit and work it all out. I am hers until she chooses otherwise. My resistance was brief, and it was futile.
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