Hotwife, Cuckoldress, Flogging, and BBC……..

Hotwife, Cuckoldress, Femdom, Flogging, and BBC……..

I know the difference between beeing a Hotwife and a Cuckoldress.

I am a Cuckoldress. Because i love to have Sex with men, with big and strong men, who loves to explore and to develop my slutty side.

And i love to humiliate and to train my hubby into a real subserviant sissy maid, available and useable for my Lovers wishes in every way.

Der Unterschied zwischen Hotwife und Cuckoldress ist mir klar.

Ich mag Sex mit richtigen Männern. Ich mag aber auch, dass mein hubby zur devoten, und allzeit bereiten verfügbaren sissy maid, zur Fetisch- und Gummipuppe erzogen wird und jederzeit mir, meinem Lover und seinen Vorstellungen  in jeder Weise zur Verfügung steht.

Das mit dem Fusskettchen finde ich nach wie vor spannend. Auch Korsett und weiteres.

Welche Ideen hast Du?

Exciting as alway is the idea with the anklet bracelet. And much more.

What Ideas do You have?

Kiss

Maara

Maara Cuckoldress

Ok so basically everything in our class has revolved around the male and female relationships…. the dichotomy and difference between them not only physically but the way they think as well. We started off with trojan women a play where the women were dominated by the men and now we end the class with Veronica Franco’s letters. The women is still subservient serving the men, but now I think she is taking control. She is controlling the men, or at least making them pay for what before they had taken….. So I think I want to focus on this and the relationships…..getting a little bit more specific now I guess.

I finally logged onto the Open University student website last night and I found out that my course prep and study guides, etc were posted on the 18th July! Which means I should get them this week. I was really excited about it, just because I’m so eager to get started. But when I start thinking about the course, I have to start thinking of the other stuff, paying for it, having time to study, balancing work/life/school, and wondering if it truly is the only way, the best choice.  But, even after all this I was still pretty positive about it. And I went to bed feeling hopeful, for the first time in awhile.

My job is a stressful one. I work in a growing vet practice and my job is, very simply, debt collection. I am the *unofficial* manager of this side of the business, and everything to do with client finance comes to me. As you can imagine this does not make me popular with some clients, and I’ve had my share of nasty phone calls and threats.  Today, I had two. The first was Mr. S. Mr. S was very very angry that I had sent him an invoice for £9 when he had already paid us £8000.  He assured me that I was “useless”, “offensive”, “insulting” and needed “to go back to school”.  He threatened to complain about me to my boss. (the person I work for, collecting this money…hmmm…)

The second was Mrs. M. Mrs. M was not quite so informative, but she was happy to tell me how she had written a letter to said boss, how unhappy she was with this side of the business, and how angry she was.

And after the second call, (which had me in tears, this is not a great time for repeated blows to my confidence and self esteem) I spoke to David and he told me I had to compartmentalize it, and then delete it. And that kind of snapped me out of it. And I realized that if going to school, and getting this degree will ensure I never have to let people assault me like that again, and if it means my kids have a better chance of never having to put up with it, then I don’t care how much it costs, or how long it takes, or how hard it is. It doesnt matter.  I’m sick of being stepped on, fucked over, belittled, cut down. 

So, fuck you. No, not *you*.  Fuck those people who treat me like I’m nothing. Who think it’s ok to insult me. Who want me to believe that I will never be anything but poor, subserviant, useless. Who look down on me.  I’ve done more in my life than a hell of a lot of people will ever do in theirs, and I’m not done. Not by a mile.

Nytt för idag:

- Lärt mig hur man ska ta hand om en softballskadad 7 åring. Jessie var catcher (oversallad med skydd) men pitching maskinen var for snabb for den som skulle sla, sa hon fick den rakt pa knaet med en valdans fart Hela matchen avbrots och alla hurrade nar hon antligen kunde ga sen igen.

- Vad Subserviant betyder

- Lärt mig att kontrollera mitt humör – trots brist pa mat.. Everyone knows how hard that is for me