How many other dommes would order a vasectomy? None I have ever heard of. When you are a domme you can engage in the common fetishes, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but you can also be more creative. You can be a cutting edge domme.
I feel so much satisfaction that I made Jack get a vasectomy. I wonder if he would have won the debate, would he have ordered me to get my tubes tied? I’m all for birth control, but I would rather have the guy do it. I guess we will never know because I won the debate.
Long live vasectomies, whether for pay or for free, hehe.
Chapter Eighty Three:
Even though I’m a lady, I get tempted to have a guy do a ruined orgasm on me. Is it really possible, I wonder. Sure, regular old orgasm denial is possible for both sexes; after all, one scene of Fifty Shades of Grey focused on Anastasia’s denied orgasm. I wonder if you can ruin a woman’s orgasm if she is a squirter.
I guess I won’t know. At least not for the moment, as I don’t think letting Jack ruin my orgasms would be very domme of me. But I sure can ruin his orgasms.
I followed the advice of the website Taylor’s Tease and Denial. This site focuses on ruined orgasms so I definitely learned from an expert.
So you better believe I ruined Jack’s orgasms, one after another. Perhaps, I set the world’s record for most number of ruined orgasms. Perhaps, I’m exaggerating, but I did have tons of fun. I laughed and laughed at Jack’s ruined orgasms. I had an orgasm myself, a non-ruined one.
Chapter Eighty Four:
I am pondering what I will do when I become the first woman of color President.
Right now, I am contemplating whom I will appoint to the various government departments. I plan to reward Vision Revolution Party loyalists with top government positions. I’m open minded enough to invite members of other parties to hold government positions. I just am not going to let Republicans or Democrats hold any positions in my government.
Since our party has a well-developed platform, all I have to do is follow that. I sure hope the Republicans and Democrats won’t hijack my beautiful plans.
Maybe someday you’ll be President, but if will have to wait until after I’m President. In just a few years I can run. I can’t wait for that glorious day. If you do get to be President, what will you do? Whatever it is, you damn well better have a third party friendly administration.
Let’s all fantasize about me being President of the United States. Doesn’t the manifestation of that make you feel warm inside and outside?
Chapter Eighty Five:
I made Jack do something creative, fetish wise. I decided to make him organize a seminar, an instructional seminar. That way we can have fun and make money at the same time.
What was the seminar about? Rimming.
Because I am so confident and charismatic I had no qualms about exposing myself to this paying audience.
So what did the seminar consist of? Rimming how to info. Yes, Jack rimmed my ass in front of the seminar attendees in order to educate them about the joys of rimming. I don’t mind being an exhibitionist. In fact, I thrive off exhibitionism. We even taped the whole affair.
Money, fun, and orgasms defined the experience, for me that is. Jack complained about a tired tongue. Tough shit. The attendees praised me for organizing such an informative and enjoyable event. Jack did the grunt work, but I was the brains behind the event.
The event pushed me over the edge: the profits enabled me to become a millionaire. That sure is going to look good when I run for President. In the meantime, I can savor the memories of rimming orgasms in public.
Chapter Eighty Six:
I’ve also been thinking about marriage lately. I am not conservative, if you haven’t figured that out already, but I still believe in the institution of marriage. So yes, I do want to get married someday, someday soon in fact.
29 is old. I wonder if the voters would appreciate a married woman more than a single woman. I’m not going to worry about that too much, because I plan to win no matter what. I’ll have to take my chances. Whatever my marital status is then, I will surge ahead without regret.
Since we are speaking on the issue of marriage, you are probably wondering the Vision Revolution Party’s position on gay marriage. We support gay marriage, OF FUCKING COURSE. Well, duh! Expect anything less from such an awesome political marriage?
One thing for sure is I hate infidelity. The Young Turks condemned the Ashley Madison hackers, but I salute those Ashley Madison hackers. Some people think that’s being judgmental. But put yourself in the shoes of the victims: would you like it if you spouse cheated on you? I fucking doubt it, so exposing cheaters is awesome.
Chapter Eighty Seven:
I hate smoking. I fucking hate smoking. In fact, I hate all tobacco products. Tobacco sucks. My home is a tobacco free zone. Of course, I feel this way. I’m straight edge after all.
What are some of the other ramifications of my hatred of tobacco? Some may think it may cramp my domme style as this means I can’t indulge in the smoking fetish. I can watch videos of the smoking fetish, but that’s it. Smoking is gross even for gorgeous dommes.
Good thing I made Jack sXe so he won’t smoke. If he ever even thinks about smoking, I will break his balls.
If I see you smoking I will knock the cigarette or cigar out of your hands. If you chew tobacco or snuff snuff, I will knock said products out of your mouth.
I live to destroy tobacco and the tobacco industry. Get that straight and never forget that. Do you think this is a rant? Well, fuck you then. Everyone should share my hatred of tobacco.
Chapter Eighty Eight:
I love the humiliation fetish. Fortunately, the internet generously supplies us with humiliation fetish sites. So that gives me ideas. Fortunately, I also have ideas of mine.
I love how you can combine the humiliation fetish with other fetishes. In fact, most fetishes are humiliating so pretty much every fetish involves some degree of humiliation.
For instance, I found a way to combine the humiliation fetish with another fetish, one of my favorite fetishes. Yes, rimming.
I made Jack create a shirt saying “I Live to Rim My Mistress! Just imagine the looks he got. He angered Jerry Falwell, Jr. to be sure. The moral crusaders are furious and ready to attack.
Oh well.
Rimming and humiliation bring me joy, so what do you want me to do: bottle it all up inside? I think not.
Chapter Eighty Nine:
I love the facesitting fetish. So of course, I want to indulge in it. Problem is given all the rimming action, facesitting seems awfully anticlimactic. On the other hand, it may very well produce a climax for me.
Nonetheless, of course, I smother his face facesitting style. Unlike some subs, he doesn’t seem to like it. Tough shit. I’m the domme and what I want goes.
It’s nice to browse facesitting sites, but it’s even better to facesit yourself. I didn’t enjoy facesitting as much as divine rimming, but facesitting didn’t disappoint me.
Who would have ever thought so much pleasure can arise when you rub your ass on a sub’s face?
Facesitting brightens your heart after a hard day. Facesitting ought to bring a smile to anyone’s face. Facesitting should liberate your soul.
Chapter Ninety:
You want to know one of my favorite places to visit? No, not a club. No, not even the BDSM store. But the library.
God indeed sent libraries down from Heaven. Libraries produce intellectual stimulation like nowhere.
I visit libraries as often as possible. Fortunately, I have 5 public libraries and 3 private libraries within walking distance, not to mention 15 other libraries easily accessible by bus. I read a book or two a week.
I normally don’t like Socialism too much, but when it comes to libraries I adore Socialism. If our government could have only one Socialistic program, we better keep the library. Life would lose so much meaning if we got rid of libraries.
I hate the fact that Saddam Hussein destroyed lib
raries. Library destroying sucks.
Whether books are dirty or clean, I love checking them out from the library. I’m not a fiction woman, except for erotica. I love all the nonfiction varieties pretty much.
I don’t care if you think I am a nerd; I love libraries.
Libraries rule. Libraries rule. Libraries rule.
Chapter Ninety One:
The plus side of being a domme is I get Cunninglingus whenever I order it. You can’t beat it. I like Cunninglingus an awful lot, maybe not as much as rimming, but I still like it. Ah, rimming, nothing can beat you, but Cunninglingus still serves me well. I request Cunninglingus several times a day. Sometimes more. No matter how many times I get it as much as I enjoy it, it is never enough for this nymph.
I feel sorry for the ladies who don’t like Cunninglingus. They miss out indeed.
I squeeze every last bit of Cunninglingus out of Jack. I doubt even the horniest most sex addicted man could ever give me Cunninglingus this often. What a shame this domme session only lasts 7 weeks. Oh well, at least it’s better than nothing. I can also be proud I am making the most of this opportunity while I have it.
The fact I am making the most of this opportunity demonstrates that I have a grateful heart.
Chapter Ninety Two:
During these 7 weeks, sometimes I get urges for cuntbusting, but sadly, I cannot indulge. Why? Cuntbusting is so undomme. Ballbusting is so domme, but cuntbusting is so undomme. So I can’t indulge in that, at least at the moment.
But after these 7 weeks is up that is a different story. Maybe I will find a man who enjoys cuntbusting or at least a man who will employ a female assistant to bust my cunt.
Maybe I can bust my own cunt at the moment. I just can’t ask Jack to do that or else I lose my domme cred.
After these 7 weeks, maybe I will purchase some cuntbusting poetry chapbooks. Hell, why don’t you buy some cuntbusting poetry chapbooks? That way we can fund cuntbusting loving authors. If we don’t buy these cuntbusting poetry chapbooks, then these authors may not write about cuntbusting, and we will have even less cuntbusting stuff in this world. I don’t know if the thought of less cuntbusting in this world makes me want to cry or puke.
Chapter Ninety Three:
You know what I fucking hate? Gambling. That drunk driver who killed my family got drunk at a gambling casino that night. Gambling sucks.
I have the insight to recognize gambling’s dark side. I don’t want to sound like a moral crusader, but I want to ban gambling. I hate gambling’s degeneracy. I hate what gambling does to society.
I also don’t like it because I want to earn my money. I hate the lottery. I hate how everyone wants to win the lottery. They are fools. In fact, they are gullible and naïve to think the lottery will do them good.
We need to rid society of gambling. Let’s ban gambling. I can never say that enough. And another thing, you may think anti-gambling folks are uncool, but you are wrong because we are cool. After all if I am a member of the anti-gambling crowd, then the anti-gambling crowd must be cool.
Society’s salvation depends on us banning gambling, not tomorrow, but today.
Chapter Ninety Four:
The 7 weeks finally came to an end for poor Jack. So I thought I would give him a speech right before the final hours lapsed.
I proclaim, “I really enjoyed the last 7 weeks. I consider these weeks some of the best times of my life. I’m a very dominant person yet rarely do I get to do directly indulge my drive for domination as I did in these last 7 weeks. Unfortunately, these last 7 weeks will be over within a few hours. That makes me sad, but like they say, all good things come to an end.”
Jack mumbles, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Yes, indeed. I will hold these last 7 weeks as great memories, not only in my mind, but also in my groin. I never thought life could be this amazing and I already have had the most amazing life ever.”
Jack seconds that, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Now that I have just a few hours left, I am going to make the most of them. I am going to save my best punishments for last. Hang in there, sub.”
Now I am not going to mention exactly what types of BDSM activities I engaged in the last few hours. You’ll just have to wonder.
Chapter Ninety Five:
I want to give an assessment for Jack’s 7 weeks of subbing performance.
He did pretty damn good if I may say so. He gave me a great experience. I am sure glad I didn’t lose that submission debate. I am sure glad I won. I wonder what Jack would have done if he won. I’m sure he wouldn’t have been as awesome as a dominant as I am.
Jack followed my orders about as well as I could have wanted. I mostly certainly I enjoyed myself at many levels. Perhaps, he deserves some credit for that. I’m sure I deserve the most credit for cultivating my own great experiences through my natural domming style. Maybe I should praise him some for this, but I enjoy praising myself more.
Okay Jack did a little good. I deserve credit for most of it; that’s just the way things work.
Chapter Ninety Six:
You won’t believe this, but after all we went through, Jack and I became boyfriend and girlfriend. Yes, sir.
I admit I do like those macho guys. Don’t ask me why; I just do, and Jack fits the bill. Good thing I got to tame Jack before we officially entered our relationship, because otherwise macho guys make relationships hard. Thank goodness I don’t have to go through that.
We have a lot of fun and joy together. We go on picnics and we roller skate together. We even play Badminton and Pinochle. He taught me how to play Pinochle. I never played it before I knew him.
Oh and something else. He gives me Cunninglingus regularly. Certainly not as often as I would like but often enough. Hell, I’d have Cunninglingus 10 times a day to feed my nymph cravings, but I will take what I can get. Ah, Cunninglingus feels great. Just think how much life would suck if I never got.
Chapter Ninety Seven:
This may come as quite the shock to you, but Jack and I don’t do BDSM stuff anymore. I’m sure the BDSM scene will disown us for this, but so be it. We just don’t fucking feeling doing BDSM stuff anymore.
I suppose we got it out of our systems during that 7 week period. I feel good about this as I always felt like a freak doing BDSM stuff. It feels good to be normal.
I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything. I have a fulfilling and complete sex life. Now I have saved full vaginal intercourse for marriage as one very well should, but otherwise I get everything I want in the sex department and in every other department. I feel fulfilled in general.
Never underestimate the importance of having a great sex life. I wouldn’t want to be celibate or asexual.
I guess despite the fact we have gotten past the BDSM stage, there is one type of BDSM activity we still indulge in: yes, rimming. Jack still rims my ass.
Chapter Ninety Eight:
Yes indeed. I may be able to give up most things related to BDSM, except for one thing. What is that thing? Rimming of course.
Hell, I want to plaster pro-rimming posters all over all the nightclubs and bars in the entire Austin area. No, make that all the nightclubs and bars in the entire state of Texas. No, make that, all the nightclubs and bars in the entire nation. No, make that, all the nightclubs and bars in the entire world. I think you get my point: I love rimming. You should love rimming too. If you don’t already love rimming, start to love rimming so that way we can legitimize it.
I just got this new fantasy in my mind: Me sitting on top of basketball rim while some dude rimming me. I can fantasize about whatever dude I want, but I know only one man can give me this fantasy in real life. Yes only Jack can rim me while I sit on top of a basketball rim.
Chapter Ninety Nine:
Jack and I got married. I made everything red for my wedding theme. A great color if I ever saw one. Every single decoration was red. I wore a red gown. I swear I looked like Taylor Swift in that “Red” video.
We h
ad the best ceremony ever. Formally uniting with your soulmate and becoming one is no small deal. I felt like we saved the world that day. We had great guests and great food (vegan raw food, of course). No alcohol, tobacco, or gambling.
The best part was the honeymoon sex, aka fucking. Do I need to tell you that for a nymph fucking is heaven? I held back for 29 years, so thankfully I finally get to indulge.
We do vaginal sex and we do anal sex. I adore both vaginal sex and anal sex. Life is a blessing when you get both vaginal and anal sex.
Jack only wants sex 75% as often as I do, but I will take that as that is way better than nothing.
Chapter One Hundred:
You wouldn’t believe it! The United States passed a constitutional amendment lowering the minimum age to run for President to 29. So I am now eligible to run for President!
So guess what that means: I got to run for President in the 2016 election. I apologize to Jose Rodriguez; we had to bump him off the Vision Revolution Party ticket, but I think he will be okay. Two women of color running for President is unbelievable: no other party in the world would run two woman of color on a Presidential ticket. Jose, we will let you have a major cabinet position to compensate for your inconvenience.
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