Goddess,
You can’t imagine the thrill that smashed through my entire essence upon seeing a new image of You. I check in on the blog regularly, always read Your thoughts, enjoy Your stories, and far to often find my heart racing so hard i can barley think, think of anything but You that is. i have a folder of images that i keep, and use to stimulate my soul as i observe what I call “the ritual”. In honor of this new image, i would like to share my ritual with You.
THE RITUAL
So often i lovingly perform my ritual, my tribute to my Goddess, the woman whose words and image i carry with me everyday of my life since meeting her so many years ago. It begins with the thrill of knowing I’ll have a little time to myself, time to honor the Goddess who changed my life forever. I dress in my pink corset, thigh highs, heels, matching pink panties, and my chastity in place weather I’d been wearing it prior to my moment of worship or not. I see my uncaged penis as an insult to my Goddess and would never, ever dream of even looking upon her image without my manhood in it’s proper place, crushed in it’s tiny cage, far to small to contain it’s erect size. I call up my images of Mistress Milliscent. My body trembles and I can barley breathe as I soak her in, as my memory calls me back to the few moments she blessed me with so long ago, the most memorable of my life. Using the spare “emergency” key I unlock my chastity and remove it. This is always difficult as my pathetic manhood swells instantly upon the CB2000’s removal. As quickly as possible and touching my self as little as possible I replace my chastity with my hells gate cockrings. This wonderful device is a series of cockrings, each smaller in diameter as they go out from the base which locks securely behind my testicles, all tied together with a strip of leather that runs down the top. I force my swelling sacrifice through each ring until its head is popped out the last small ring, with my penis now turning lovely shades of red from the effort and abuse. My panties pulled to the side, my erection stands cased in rings no more than a half inch apart, being squeezed and pinched.
Next comes my tight pink ass, yet another part of me that I consider to be Mistress Milliscent’s possession. I take a long smooth jet black dildo, and after a quick lube of both it and my tight little hole, I push all 8 inches of it inside. I wince as usual from the pain but almost instantly feel my lips curl into a small slutty smile as I moan low under my breath.
Now that I am ready, I kneel lovingly before the images of my goddess, using only my thumb and pointer finger I begin to stroke my penis, mid shaft, between the rings. Each small stroke causes the rings to pinch the skin all over my pathetic manhood, my Mistress’s property, punch line and one day if I am lucky; sacrifice to her beauty and power.
My mind reels, I remember our encounter, the passion I have never felt since that evening she ravished me. The sense of calm, and feeling that this is what I was meant to do my entire life that washed over me. I remember her laugh as I choked on her strap on, the tears that ran down my cheeks as I shoved her cock so far into my throat I thought I would pass out from the effort, her tender yet firm hand guiding me like a lost child, her smile as she had me, legs tied up in the air, her cock now buried deep in my ass as I moaned for her, thrusting my body onto her strap on, gasping and loving it. My mind drifts to fantasy. Pereminant chastity by her hand and law, serving her in any way she asks with out question. Sexually serving her male friends or lovers, living as her chastised and feminized slave. The day she explains that perhaps without my testicles, I would be able to wear much skimpier panties, the cage is just too bulky for them and she feels it would be best if they were simply not in her way anymore. This would be my ultimate test, my ultimate chance to prove my adoration. My testicles removed in her honor, my once fine manhood reduced to a tiny flaccid button of flesh via injections and treatments she’d been giving me. Easily fitting now into even the most micro thong she’d desire me to wear. The pride I would feel, the comfort, the sense of right. The sense of knowing my destiny had been fulfilled by the one woman strong and wise enough to make me what I have become.
The pinching of my penis sends screams of pain through my nervous system, I grind my ass into the dildo that’s lodged there, and finally I ejaculate. Moaning her name, calling for her to find me, to save me, to give me new life. Wishing there was a way to literally feed her my soul. The jets of cum soak the black veined realistic dildo I placed before myself before kneeling to begin, the cum covers it, running down the massive 10 inch shaft...i crawl back, lean forward and begin to lick and suck it clean. Dreaming of her, my Goddess, the woman who made me feel whole so long ago.
I think of you everyday Mistress, I consider you a gift in my life. I assure you that this story is not fiction, when I can, I observe this ritual, and dream of you. These precious moments alone. The precious moments, I dedicate to you. My deepest secret that I trust to tell you. Secret for now, but hopefully not forever.
Thank you for sharing your ritual, and your memories of our time together with me. I certainly appreciate reading of the impact our time made upon you.
That is a very unique, and rather nasty paddle I picked up at a large fetish event in Portland Oregon a year or two ago. It's a perfect match for the colors of my clothing, but of course one can't know that from the black and white picture.
Comments
Dear Milliscent
Great Picture. You look like your in deep thought. What were you thinking at that moment.
short tube
Posted by: short tube | October 5, 2009 3:27 PM
Dear Ms. Milliscent,
Absolutely beautiful! So very sorry to make you wait.
Best,
scott
Mrs. Kelly's Playhouse
Posted by: scott Kelly | October 6, 2009 5:12 AM
short tube,
Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
What I would be thinking would depend entirely upon whomever was bound for my pleasure just outside of the shot!
Surely a lady delights in different torments depending upon whom she has the pleasure of tormenting!
;-)
M
Posted by: Milliscent | October 6, 2009 11:29 AM
scott,
Thank you! Such flattery will get you everywhere.
M
Posted by: Milliscent | October 6, 2009 11:29 AM
:-)
Posted by: scott Kelly | October 6, 2009 4:35 PM
You are real. Your picture is what fantasies are made of.
Posted by: Susan's pet | October 9, 2009 4:19 PM
Susan's pet,
Indeed, I am real, flaws and all. ;-)
I am however always pleased to know that I inspire fantasies, I find such to be tremendous fun!
M
Posted by: Milliscent | October 10, 2009 5:04 PM
Goddess,
You can’t imagine the thrill that smashed through my entire essence upon seeing a new image of You. I check in on the blog regularly, always read Your thoughts, enjoy Your stories, and far to often find my heart racing so hard i can barley think, think of anything but You that is. i have a folder of images that i keep, and use to stimulate my soul as i observe what I call “the ritual”. In honor of this new image, i would like to share my ritual with You.
THE RITUAL
So often i lovingly perform my ritual, my tribute to my Goddess, the woman whose words and image i carry with me everyday of my life since meeting her so many years ago. It begins with the thrill of knowing I’ll have a little time to myself, time to honor the Goddess who changed my life forever. I dress in my pink corset, thigh highs, heels, matching pink panties, and my chastity in place weather I’d been wearing it prior to my moment of worship or not. I see my uncaged penis as an insult to my Goddess and would never, ever dream of even looking upon her image without my manhood in it’s proper place, crushed in it’s tiny cage, far to small to contain it’s erect size. I call up my images of Mistress Milliscent. My body trembles and I can barley breathe as I soak her in, as my memory calls me back to the few moments she blessed me with so long ago, the most memorable of my life. Using the spare “emergency” key I unlock my chastity and remove it. This is always difficult as my pathetic manhood swells instantly upon the CB2000’s removal. As quickly as possible and touching my self as little as possible I replace my chastity with my hells gate cockrings. This wonderful device is a series of cockrings, each smaller in diameter as they go out from the base which locks securely behind my testicles, all tied together with a strip of leather that runs down the top. I force my swelling sacrifice through each ring until its head is popped out the last small ring, with my penis now turning lovely shades of red from the effort and abuse. My panties pulled to the side, my erection stands cased in rings no more than a half inch apart, being squeezed and pinched.
Next comes my tight pink ass, yet another part of me that I consider to be Mistress Milliscent’s possession. I take a long smooth jet black dildo, and after a quick lube of both it and my tight little hole, I push all 8 inches of it inside. I wince as usual from the pain but almost instantly feel my lips curl into a small slutty smile as I moan low under my breath.
Now that I am ready, I kneel lovingly before the images of my goddess, using only my thumb and pointer finger I begin to stroke my penis, mid shaft, between the rings. Each small stroke causes the rings to pinch the skin all over my pathetic manhood, my Mistress’s property, punch line and one day if I am lucky; sacrifice to her beauty and power.
My mind reels, I remember our encounter, the passion I have never felt since that evening she ravished me. The sense of calm, and feeling that this is what I was meant to do my entire life that washed over me. I remember her laugh as I choked on her strap on, the tears that ran down my cheeks as I shoved her cock so far into my throat I thought I would pass out from the effort, her tender yet firm hand guiding me like a lost child, her smile as she had me, legs tied up in the air, her cock now buried deep in my ass as I moaned for her, thrusting my body onto her strap on, gasping and loving it. My mind drifts to fantasy. Pereminant chastity by her hand and law, serving her in any way she asks with out question. Sexually serving her male friends or lovers, living as her chastised and feminized slave. The day she explains that perhaps without my testicles, I would be able to wear much skimpier panties, the cage is just too bulky for them and she feels it would be best if they were simply not in her way anymore. This would be my ultimate test, my ultimate chance to prove my adoration. My testicles removed in her honor, my once fine manhood reduced to a tiny flaccid button of flesh via injections and treatments she’d been giving me. Easily fitting now into even the most micro thong she’d desire me to wear. The pride I would feel, the comfort, the sense of right. The sense of knowing my destiny had been fulfilled by the one woman strong and wise enough to make me what I have become.
The pinching of my penis sends screams of pain through my nervous system, I grind my ass into the dildo that’s lodged there, and finally I ejaculate. Moaning her name, calling for her to find me, to save me, to give me new life. Wishing there was a way to literally feed her my soul. The jets of cum soak the black veined realistic dildo I placed before myself before kneeling to begin, the cum covers it, running down the massive 10 inch shaft...i crawl back, lean forward and begin to lick and suck it clean. Dreaming of her, my Goddess, the woman who made me feel whole so long ago.
I think of you everyday Mistress, I consider you a gift in my life. I assure you that this story is not fiction, when I can, I observe this ritual, and dream of you. These precious moments alone. The precious moments, I dedicate to you. My deepest secret that I trust to tell you. Secret for now, but hopefully not forever.
Yours for all time,
cissy
Posted by: cissy | October 10, 2009 8:01 PM
cissy,
Thank you for sharing your ritual, and your memories of our time together with me. I certainly appreciate reading of the impact our time made upon you.
M
Posted by: Milliscent | October 11, 2009 10:24 AM
Milliscent-
Spectacular picture! Two thoughts.
-What are you holding in your tightly-leather-sheathed right hand?
-This is such a wonderful example debunking the concept of 'fantasy Dominatrix fetishwear.'
As if you were wearing what you are- such sumptuous leather gloves, boots and corsets- for anyone but yourself.
Just lovely.
-s
Posted by: saratoga | October 13, 2009 8:11 AM
saratoga,
Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
That is a very unique, and rather nasty paddle I picked up at a large fetish event in Portland Oregon a year or two ago. It's a perfect match for the colors of my clothing, but of course one can't know that from the black and white picture.
M
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October 13, 2009 9:02 AM