Are you game?

Hello friends, this one is a little strange coming from a submissive. I don't know why I constantly get requests to be a master to someone.I have never identified myself as a dominant, or as a

switch. But I still get asked if I will be their Top. I don't understand this phenomenon. On one of my platforms there is this lovely fan  that keeps asking me for tasks. I never led anyone on as to my roll. I even pointed out, to a would be, slave, my username which is slaveallan68. But the requests keep coming.

I think I'm writing this post for absolution for what I did next. Even though I identify as a slave. I wrote out a task for another submissive. My fate for my actions I leave to you, the reader to consider. 

At the time of me creating this post. My supposed submissive still hasn't replied to me. But since I'm not a dominant I felt that I should bear some guilt for my actions. So I will provide you with the task I created, for your judgement. 

Task

If you have two hours to spare you can do the task. If you do go ahead, start by doing the following. Remove your clothes and kneel in the most boring corner in your place. Now start edging for forty five minutes. At forty five minute take a fifteen minute break. Get up and move around, but you can not touch yourself while on break. Once the break is over retake your spot and resume edging yourself for thirty more minutes. Then stop for another 15 minute break. Once the break is over go back to kneeling in the corner. This time edge hard and fast for three times, right to the brink each time. Then upon reaching the brink the third time. STOP! Hands off yourself for five minutes. Now the reward. If there's any time remaining on the clock you can give yourself an orgasm. In fact keep giving yourself orgasms until the clock runs out. The punishment would be if the clock ran out before you finished your last edging. If this happens then hands off. You are not allowed to masturbate or orgasm until you can start this task over. You can only orgasm if you successfully finish the task.

 Ah! That's easy to do. I will watch the clock and time the final edging to leave time to orgasm. Wrong, to make this more challenging for a worthy slave like yourself. You can not see the time. Set a timer somewhere in your place where you can't see. Set it for the two hours. You could use the timer on the stove, or an alarm clock. Even the time on your phone will work. Just make sure you can't see it.

All the other times, the first 45 mins the two 15 minute breaks and the next 30 mins you'll have to estimate. Now that makes it more of a challenge and fun to do. Are you still game to try? Say, yes sir if you are going to do it. Please note that at the end of the task. I expect a message with the amount of orgasms you had. Depending on your answer. If it pleases me, I will reward you with another task.

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Holly's victory part 2 page 6

"Yes, Mistress," I dutifully reply as Erika starts off quickly causing the leash to snap tight. I have to scamper to catch up to her. This drew a chorus of laughter from all the onlookers.  I notice tMistress Holly follows along too. A moment later I felt why she was there, as I felt the first sting of her crop across my ass.

"OW!" I protested loudly which drew another round of laughter from Holly's girlfriend. "Make him wag his ass, Holly," a woman's voice projects from the crowd. "Hold up Erik," I hear Holly calling for a halt, which Erika did. "whoever  made that recommendation. Good one," Holly says as she leans forward and releases one of my wrists. "You heard the lady, slave. Drop and start crawling. Don't forget to wag that cute ass too."

Obediently I drop to my hands. Erika proceeds to walk me around the room. "oh come on, bitch. You can put on a better show than that. WAG! That ass," Mistress Holly orders. She also takes the liberty to whack my ass forcefully several times. Erika once again tugs at the leash and proceeds to make me mingle among everyone one in the room. Periodically stopping at Holly's request, so she could offer the crop to a friend. Who will happily deliver several stinging cracks across my prostieriour.

Erika tugs again indicating that it's time to start waging my butt. I spend the next thirty minutes being humiliatingly paraded around the room. At one point Mistress Holly stopped us to remove a long stem rose from a vase. Which she then spreads my butt cheeks and inserts the flower stem between them. Several cold water drops onto the top of my buttcrack. Followed by gravity forcing them to tickle me by running down over my anus between my legs and pooling around by balls.

The thorns on the stems make their presents immediately known as they prickelly harass the tender skin between my cheeks. Once the stem was settled in place, Mistress Holly issue another order,  "aw! Isn't that cute? Our little pet has a pretty tail. Wag your tail for us, slave! Swag that ass back and forth like a good bitch." Mistress Holly reinforces her order with five biting whacks to my butt cheek with her trusty crop. "Ok Erika, you can continue your walk," I hear Mistress say next.

"You heard the lady, let's get going puppy," Erika taunts as she once again tugs on the leash. I can't believe that I'm actually doing this. It's so humiliating, and I'm so embarrassed as I continue you crawling between these two women. "Ouch! Ouch" I moaned to a new wave of laughter as I began wagging my backside. I make more moans as the thorns torture me as I continue my walk of the room. To increase the torture, as I pass people they whack my backside causing the rose to inflict more pain to my ass.

Mistress Holly, Erika, my thorn abused butt and I circled the room four times. We stopped often to allow folks a chance to tease me in one form or another. That's until Erika finds a big comfy chair to plop down in. Once she is comfortable, Mistress Holly begins speaking, "now listen carefully, slave, I'm only saying this once. You will remove her running shoes and worship her feet and leg with your mouth and tongue. Starting with her toes, you will suck the sweat of each toe one at a time."

"Once complete you will take your tongue and lick clean the sweat between her toes. Then when you're done, you will use your tongue again. Starting at the tip of her toes, you will work your way over her foot and all the way up her leg to the hem of her shorts. Consider yourself lucky, that Erika prefers those extra short spandex running shorts. Just look at how high they ride up. You're going to get that tongue and face right up into her crotch there," Mistress  Holly says with a chuckle.

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Covid on the run.

Are you being good little boys and girls and doing as your told. All safely hidden away in your homes, like the authorities asked you too. Doesn't self isolation and social-distancing feel like you have been grounded by mom and dad, but you did do anything wrong.

I guess we're all in the same boat this time. For the first week it's, like, hey this is great, I'm taking a staycation. But two weeks later, after being trapped with your wife and kids all the time. You're pounding on your front window saying, "I've been framed, I'm innocent I tell you, innocent. I'll tell you anything, anything you want. Just let me out of this place.

Now, if you're like me, you have turned off the news. We all know it's bad out there, and we're following the prescribed protocol for our safety. What I don't need, what we don't need is someone lamenting over and over how bad it is. Believe it or not there is some good new that doesn't get enough air time. That's the daily number of people recovering from Covid19.

To me right now, the reporting is comparable to a telethon, and everytime a new report of confirmed cased comes out, it's like having the celebrity host say, "well it's time to take a look at the big tote board". That's why I elected not to watch the news. If something important happens, I'll see it in the headlines of what's trending on my phone's browser, while sitting on the toilet.

Ah, the bathroom. My fortress of solitude during these days of confinement. If you saw me throughout the day, I wouldn't blame you for thing I had a case of the runs. But that's not the case. When you're the only male in the household, sometimes you need a little of your own self imposed isolation. Hell even all the pets are female. Now don't get me wrong, I love my family, but for you who are old enough to know who Archie Bunker is, well I find that I am often mimicking one of his suicide pantomimes.

Which brings me to why I'm writing now. Like everyone else I need an outlet for the stress caused by Covid19. For me that was making the short video below. You could say it's my small contribution to the fight with Covid19. Since there's enough seriousness out there now, I took a lighthearted approach to the subject. Amidst all the grey overcast negative news, I offer a brief ray of sunshine.

Although not a cure for the menace, next to a big hug. A bright cherry smile is the next best medicine going. May each an everyone of you be blessed by whoever you pray to.

Bye.
Allan