I've been super-busy between school and work lately. And I've been a little burned out on the Domme front as well. I was so excited about rocky, he was being a good little boy, wanking to Me everyday without coming, sending regular emails, worshipping so dutifully. . .

I should have realized early on that he was more caught up in his side of the fantasy than anything to do with Me. Questions about Me and My desires were perfunctory and rare, and when I gave him permission to send Me a fantasy of his, it started to go off the rails. What started as one fantasy in an email (told in exquisite detail), then one a week (pages long), turned into almost daily diaries in ridiculously overwrought prose of his deepest darkest desires. It would have been OK, if a little silly, if he had only followed My instructions.

After the first few fantasies, I had come up with an evil little assignment for him. Nothing too crazy, though it would probably span a few hours - some maid work in nipple clamps, duct tape, and twine; some tease and denial, some mild cbt, more tease and denial, perhaps forcing him to prostrate himself in front of the webcam for My amusement, and finally more tease and denial with a chance to finally come if he had satisfactorily completed My tasks. I was willing to do a webcam session, set up a webpage if we couldn't find a mutually satisfactory time, or even burn the assignment and t&d photos to a CD and send it to him. All he had to do was tell Me when and where we would be carrying out his assignment.

And yet, he never did. After four emails asking him about if he had a webcam and when he would be cleaning and jerking for Me. . . screw it. I don't have the time. It's obvious that all he wanted was some pretty thing that he could project his fantasies onto without any commitment, relationship, or mutual enjoyment. All he wanted was to know that some cute chick was reading his dirty fantasies.

I did feel guilty for ignoring him at first; it is one of the nastiest punishments a Domme can inflict on Her subs. And then I realized. . . he isn't one of My subs. There was an initial expression of desire to be one of My little playthings, one of the darlings in My stable, but there simply wasn't the requisite follow-through. It's not enough to wank almost-off to My picture every day if you don't have any desire to cede to My demands and desires. I do want My little darlings to be happy. I want to give you moments of exquisite and transcendent pleasure amidst the drudgery of everyday life and the torture that is bowing to My demands. I do. But I also want you to submit, to admit that My pleasure comes first, that your joy is in giving Me joy, that submission itself is a delicious terror and a joy all its own.

And finally, when you aren't getting what you want from Me, do not whine and ask if I desire more tribute. I don't care how much you throw at Me, you get what I want to give you, and I'll only be inclined to cater to your desires if you have already given Me what I desire most - you following My instructions, bitch!

Tags: Online Expectations Tease And Denial