Call or IM Me on Ingenio

Do you want to talk to someone about D/s, female-led relationships, male submission, being a sissy, crossdressing, chastity or another kink?

Are you trying to find a way to tell your girlfriend or wife about your interests?

Maybe She has questions?

Or maybe you just need to talk to a strong, caring woman who understands and has experience with a boy or gurl like you?


Don't want to have to call a phone sex site to do it? That's okay, I'm not sure if I want to be listed on one!

I set up the Niteflirt account years ago, but I primarily use it for calls with boys who had already been emailing/tweeting with me, and to send written assignments, like those that I have for puppies. I've rarely just logged in as available because I'm not interested in being used by 1 minute wankers.

I want boys and gurls who really want to talk to me so that I can get to know them and vice versa. After all, the more I understand you, the more I am able to get inside your head and find the places that we both enjoy!

Recently, I have had some great calls from a couple different crossdressers and sissies on Niteflirt, who I'm growing closer to with every call. (And, yes, that is "the pantyboy" in the picture - dressed in lingerie that I bought him!) So I've been making myself a bit more available there. However, if you are interested in talking to me, especially when I'm offline, it's best to email me first to see if I'm around for a call (ForMistressMagick *at* yahoo *dot* com), because I might be interested in talking to you, but not in the mood to be available for just anyone who calls.

Niteflirt used to have a system by which a caller could ask to schedule an appointment, which gave me a lot more control over who and when I spoke to callers. I also know that many of you would like to call me just to talk - for advice and support. And some of you would like to have someone that your wife or girlfriend could talk to.

So I've set up a listing on another site, Ingenio, that allows scheduled appointments and even Instant Messages. This is an advice site where you can talk to doctors, lawyers, mechanics, plumbers, etc. It is not an Adult site. In fact, if some guy calls me there and is obviously a wanker, I have to tell him that it isn't that kind of site, or I could be kicked off the site myself. It has a lot more features, and I'm more likely to be logging in there. I can even set it to let me know if someone wants to talk with me and find out how long you can wait so that I can log in while I'm working on other things and take the call after I am finished. It's so much more civilized! And the way that a real Domme should be treated.

Use the buttons below to IM or me via Ingenio. If you are new to the site, you will get free minutes and I'll get a bonus for referring you. I'll also give you more free minutes as a thank you for helping me test it out.

Since I'm just getting started there and don't have any feedback yet, I've set the per minute rate really low so it's the perfect time to call - especially if you've always wanted to hear my voice. :-)


            

Remember: this is an advice site, NOT a PSO Site, so behave yourself!

If we are talking and you moaning and breathing heavy, want me to describe my feet, share a fantasy or tell you what to wear, you need to ask permission to call me on Niteflirt instead. Understood?

Macy's Panty Shopping Report by george

I must admit that when george first emailed to me saying that he was going to THE Macy's in NYC, and asked for a panty shopping assignment, I wasn't all that impressed. I get boys all the time who want to do assignments for me, but many of them are just wankers fixated on their fantasies and/or they want to take up all my time without giving me anything back for it.

However, george seemed very sincere and eager, so I decided to give him the assignment and see how things went. He asked for some panty suggestions, so I picked some that I liked from the Macy's website link that he sent, and I also sent him my Introductory Panty Shopping Assignment. We talked about the #MMDays and he was interested in taking part, so I asked him to look for all the required panties: Sexy Black, Comfy Black, Virginal White, Slutty Red and Sissy Pink. At first, I left off the pink ones because I rarely use those, but he wanted to get them as well.

He did a great job of finding something that I might like for ALL of them. His first report is below, and I can already tell that you'll be seeing a LOT more him! He has begun wearing panties for me every day and taking part in my #DailyPanties on Twitter, and of course, he is also started cock control training. I'm really enjoying him! If you want to apply to me, this is just the kind of boy that you should be!
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Dear Mistress Magick,

First I must give you my sincere thanks for providing me with my shopping assignment. I am very excited to be sending you this report. All day yesterday I was extremely nervous about my pending shopping trip, but knowing you were waiting for my report helped me get through the day.

One of the reasons I was so nervous was that you had given me an extensive and specific list of panties to shop for. I knew that I would be unable to rush my shopping trip and slip out before I was noticed. It was inevitable that I would attract attention as I searched back and forth for the items you wanted me to buy. It didn't help that the Manhattan Macy's lingerie department is about the size of a football field. It takes forever to find specific items there.

Sure enough, within five minutes of my arrival in the lingerie department the helpful salesladies began to approach me. I'm sure they were equally attentive to the women shoppers, but I knew that as the only male shopper in sight I stood out like a sore thumb. I was absolutely mortified and extremely nervous as I was asked if I needed any help.

Fortunately I had loaded your shopping links on my cell phone so I was able to show the saleslady exactly what I was looking for. She rapidly located some of the items and helped me find similar alternatives for those that were not in stock. I breathed a sigh of relief when she finally left me as I told her I needed to just look around to see what else I might purchase. She gave me a look like I was some sort of pervert that got off on slobbering over women's underwear, but I didn't know how to tell her that I now needed to look for 'slutty red' and 'sissy pink' panties for my #MMDays collection. Her withering glance as she left me completed my humiliation.

It took me quite a while to find satisfactory red and pink panties and I knew I was attracting more attention from the salesladies. I expected to be tapped on the shoulder by security guards at any moment. Finally I completed my shopping assignment and paid for my purchase, once again embarrassed almost to tears as I wondered if the cashier knew I was buying the panties for myself. I wound up buying seven pairs of panties.

Attached is a copy of my sales slip and photos of myself wearing the first four pair of panties. The Red and Black panties are the ones I thought you might like best, so I am wearing them as I type this report. They have nice black lacy edges and together with the red color I think they look quite sexy and attractive.They also feel fabulous as I am wearing them, smoothly hugging my hips and package.

You may also notice that I am sporting quite an erection in this photo. These were the last pair of panties I tried on and I was very excited from putting on and taking off so many sexy panties. I was very tempted to play with myself and even masturbate, but from what I've read in your blogs I suspected that you would not approve of such behavior. It was very difficult to control myself, but I kept my hands off my cock while taking the photos and have continued to do so. In fact I think it might be best if I refrained from touching myself again until you inform me if there are any special instructions I should adhere to. I desperately want to be accepted by you and I am afraid of doing something that you would disapprove of. I will also take off my panties when I complete this report and not put any on again until you provide me further instructions.

I am going to send you a second message with photos of the other five panties. In closing, I should also mention that your gift card for Macy's is in the mail.

Final Report (For Now) by SeekingP

When we started, I knew that SeekingP only intended to train with me while his Lady was out of town for a few months. While She has been gone, we have worked on his porn addiction and the fact that he needs to focus on Her service and pleasure rather than on letting his own selfish habits take his time and attention away from her. We have also worked on his disrespectful actions toward other women, such as his tendency to stare at their assets as they walk by on the street.

I am really glad to see that my combination of written punishments and cock control have made a difference for him. While I am sad to see him go, I understand that now he needs to focus on his own Goddess. And I do have to say that she is a very lucky lady to have such an intelligent and sensual boy who knows that it is his place to please Her. The fact that he noticed that his focus was straying from Her and took steps to change that speaks well of him. I would hope that I could help other committed couples in much the same way.

I don't think a few sessions will solve every problem, and do believe that long-term reinforcement may often be required. Since SeekingP was straightforward with me, I am happy to help, if at any point, he finds himself slipping or in need of additional training, and would welcome working with him again.

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Dear Mistress Magick,

I am happy that you have accepted my lines and have granted me an orgasm.

It took me a bit of time to start on this set of lines. I had used up almost all the pages of my legal sized notepad, so I had to go to the stationary shop and get myself a new pad of paper. I also had come down with a bit of a head cold, which was making me rather slow and tired. But after I assembled the necessary stationary, I started on my lines. This set of lines seemed to go quite slowly. It seemed to take a long time to even approach the half-way mark. But the lines were doing their job of reminding me of what's important and what I shouldn't do.

Going to work in the morning after having spent part of the previous night writing my line was a good experience. I could hear and feel my line in my head, reminding me that I was *not* allowed to stare at and ogle women. My focus should be on my Goddess, not on disrespecting random women in the street.

During this time, I'd been working on completing a To-Do list of things that I want to do in preparation for my Goddess's homecoming. It is now just a short time until she will be home, and I want to do what I can to welcome her, make her feel special and comfortable. And I'm also looking forward to the sex that we will have, and I've been fantasizing about all the different ways I want to pleasure and pamper her when she gets home.

I was happy when I finally finished my lines. I waited for your response and was happy to be granted an orgasm, as at that point it had been more than a week since I'd had one. It is amazing to know that I can go for a week or more without cumming and that such a schedule can begin to feel normal to my body, compared to sometimes having multiple orgasms per day when I was in charge of my cock.

I received your email on Thursday morning, so I'd have to wait until Thursday night to give myself an orgasm. I followed your instructions, thinking about my Goddess and all the ways I wanted to pleasure and pamper her. This was easy, as her impending return already had me thinking about the things I wanted to do to welcome her back, and all the different ways I want to kiss and lick her. I edged 4 or 5 times over the course of 20 minutes, and then finally pleasured myself until I went over the edge. The orgasm felt good, then I quickly licked my seed from my hand before it went cold or my arousal subsided. I don't enjoy the taste of my cum, but there it was...I thus cleaned up my mess and then went to sleep.

I am proud of myself, as it's been nearly a month since I've engaged in my porn habit. Instead, I've been able to focus on doing more productive things and on how I want to treat my Goddess and and our sexualities. But I also know that a month is not a lot of time, and that it is still quite easy to fall back into old habits, spending hours viewing porn on the internet. But so far I've been good, and I intend to really try to keep it up (no pun intended). My Goddess will now be home in a week, so I want to fill this week full of chores that I can do to make the house clean an welcoming for her return, as well as fantasies about all the different ways I want to hug, kiss and pleasure her when she gets back. Upon her return, I think it will be easy for me to focus on her and be a good submissive servant. In the longer term, it may be harder, but it's a challenge that I'm up for.

At the moment I can't think of other behaviours that I would like to address in this way. I feel that my behaviour has improved over the course of the last month, and now I'm trying to focus on my Goddess's return and on how I want to focus my sexuality on her.

In submission,
SeekingP

Exquisite Written Punishment & Release Report by SeekingP

It's very obvious that SeekingP is a wonderfully sensuous submissive who simply adores his Goddess... the kind of boy that we all would love to have. Unfortunately, he has let a porn addiction divert his time and attention way from her. I enjoying training him to refocus his energy back where it belongs. In this case, his line was:

My sexuality is to be used for the pleasure of my Goddess, not for taking my time away from her.

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Dear Mistress Magick,


Thank you for granting me a release in response to the completion of my assignment.

Your choice of line and repetitions served as good learning point for me. As a lover and submissive male, I need to work on focusing on serving my Goddess and providing her with pleasure. My past actions have been selfish and I have neglected to use my sexuality in a productive way.

When I saw that you had assigned only 150 lines, I initially thought that this might be a shorter assignment than the last one you gave me. However, I soon realised that this line was longer, and that I would still spend various hours writing it, a boring task that I nonetheless deserve for my bad behaviour.

Receiving your instructions gave me a sexual buzz, though once I actually started on the lines, the tedium set in. With each line I was reminded why I was writing the lines, and of my determination to be better in the future. It felt like it took ages to get to the half-way mark with these lines. It seemed to go quicker after they were half done, but I still had to spend time at the task several days in a row.

The lines made me think about how much I want to pleasure my Goddess, and how much I'm looking forward to her coming home. They also reminded me of what I'm not to do, that I'm not to waste my time viewing porn. My struggle with porn has been long and difficult, but with the help of your discipline I've been good and resisted the temptation for the last 10 days. Wearing my thongs helped me to feel like a submissive little slut, to remind me that I should try and be as sexy and pleasing as possible to my partner, and that other women do not exist for the purpose of titillating me. My lust should be channelled towards pleasing the woman in my life, not objectifying strangers.

I was happy and satisfied when I completed my lines. I then paid my fine to you. My feelings about the fines are interesting. I understand why you want a tribute in return for providing your time to wayward males such as myself. But in all my years of internet use, I have never spent money on porn. I've been willing to waste my time viewing pictures, but never my money. So, it's rather ironic for me that I am spending my time and money on your discipline. This is not meant as a complaint, just a reflection on my feelings. I appreciate your help and discipline and realise that the tributes allow you to put time towards us subs.

Over the last 10 days I have found myself increasingly focused on how I want to treat my Goddess and be intimate with her upon her return. I have made a to do list of things I would like to do to serve her and welcome her on her return in 3 weeks. Things like stocking up on favourite foods, massage oils, and candles. I'd like to spend the next few weeks focusing on how I can treat and pleasure and serve my Goddess when she's back at home. Your discipline has greatly helped in pushing me into that loving, submissive mindset.

I was excited and pleased when I read your release instructions. Partly, I was just glad to be granted a release, as it had been almost a week since the last one I was allowed. I got your email yesterday morning, but I was in a rush to head to work and so carrying our your instructions would have to wait until the evening. All day I thought about how good the orgasm would feel, and about how I want to put my arms around by beautiful lover. When I got home from work, I went about my usual chores and tasks in the evening, anticipating bedtime when I would edge and bring myself to orgasm.

When bedtime finally arrived, I lit candles in the bedroom, imagining that my Goddess was there with me to enjoy the romantic flickering. I edged for about 20 minutes, bringing myself to the edge 4 or 5 times. I imagined spending time curled up snuggling with my Goddess. I imagined making love to her. I even fantasised about your suggested 'rule' that I always go to bed and cuddle with her, no strings attached...Her coming to expect that form of intimate service, of my holding her close, for her to drift off to sleep or receive a massage, or make love, depending on what she feels like. That type of service hits my sub button and made me feel quite hot and horny.

After 20 minutes of edging, I turned on my side, held one hand to the head of my cock, and slowly pushed myself over the edge. Large amounts of cum came gushing forth, with a little bit spilling on the sheets. But I caught most of it in my hand, and immediately licked it up. As with the actual writing of the lines, I don't really enjoy the taste of my seed. But it is discipline and I appreciate the effect this has on me. I licked my cum off my hand and fingers and soaked in the feeling of submission, of doing this because I was instructed to. I thought about how it feels to give a woman control over my cock, and thought abut how I want to give that control to my Goddess upon her return.

I drank a bit of water, and with a slightly unpleasant salty taste still in my mouth, I rolled over, exhausted, and fell asleep.

Thank you, Mistress Magick, for your control and discipline. I look forward to your next assignment. I also look forward to the return of my Goddess, with a renewed feeling of how I want to pleasure and serve her.


Yours in submission,
SeekingP

One Day Sunday: Epilogue by debee

One Day Sunday: Epilogue

[Previous installments: http://www.inherservice.com/search/label/debee]

I left work two hours early and I still had to scurry. It was our One Year anniversary and I wanted to be completely changed and ready when my wife came home. It wasn’t our “girl week” yet, but this was a special occasion.

We’d eventually settled on a “one week on, four weeks off” schedule. We agreed to stick to it regardless of our ‘moods’. Discipline in such matters being an important element. A week was enough for plenty of playtime. Dressing games, undressing games, shopping games, public games, in the bedroom games. A week of sating our desires.

Four weeks off kept things fresh, with time to whet our appetite, time to plan, share new ideas, dream up a new variation on the theme.

And there were so many lovely variations. Male lesbian, domestic maid (the house was never cleaner), role reversal, rape play (I recalled with a thrill the time my wife slapped me around, because I ”looked and acted like a slut all day long,” which was quite true. She tore my clothes the then and forcefully and painfully entered me with her strap-on), various forms of bdsm, femdom…

As I heard the front door open I timed my peek in the oven so that I would be bent over when she came in the kitchen. I was rewarded with a hardy slap on the ass. “Welcome home dear,” I said turning. “I’ve started on some wine, can I get you one?”

She walked to the ‘fridge and took out a can of beer and cracked it open. She held it up in toast and I clanked my stem glass against the aluminum rim. “To the wife beaters,” she said.

“And the sluts that deserve it,” I returned. We smiled at our familiar toast and drank. “Funny, I was just thinking of the first time we invented that toast.”

“You’ve changed already. Gawd, how can you stand those confining clothes?”

“…price of fashion.”

“Well, I can’t wait to get out of these.” She took her beer and headed for the bedroom and I followed behind with my wine. “And it’s not yet our ‘on’ week, is it?”

I watched her change into a t-shirt, gray sweat pants, white gym socks. “Well I thought… that the occasion called for… a bit of … festivity.“ My wife stood looking blank. “Do you recognize my outfit?” I had since acquired much to fill my wardrobe. I hadn’t, until now, repeated the exact same combination as I wore home from the mall that evening.

“Looks like what you wore that first…” I watched the dawn break. “Has it been a year?” I turned my back and folded my arms in a pout. I normally pretended to be womanish and petulant for fun, but my feelings were really hurt.

“A year,” my wife repeated, “well in that case… there’s something on your vanity for you.” She cracked a grin. I spied a small gift wrapped in newspaper and string.

“You knew all along, you prick,” I laughed. “Oh, what is it?” I tore at the paper.

“Don’t break it in your lust for booty. I think you’re greedier when you wear a skirt. I wonder why that is…?”

“You darling. Oh, I love her! Whoever she is,” and I kissed the glass on the frame, leaving a lovely red kiss mark.” Under the glass was the girl in the ad from the magazine a year ago. My wife had found it and framed it. Jotted at the bottom was “ The Girl that Started it All xxox”

“That’s so nice. You’re a darling. But really,” I said looking at the picture, “don’t you think that top’s cute? Eeek!”

My wife threw me on the bed and climbed on top. “I want to fuck!” and she smeared my lipstick with hard kisses. She liked doing that. “Come here my little shemale. The ‘she’ is sexy to kiss, but right now I need the ‘male,’ down here. Let’s free it up!”

I exhaled and made my body limp in mock exhaustion. “I can’t. The tie’s under my corset and I’m not getting all undone. I want to stay nice for dinner.” I made weak fists and pounded on her chest.

“Fuck the dinner. I want an appetizer right now!” and she started to unbutton my blouse.

“Don’t pop the button, you clumsy. Let me.” I sighed. “ If you must, you must. But I’m not getting all undone. Take those sweat pants off.” I removed my blouse and unzipped my skirt and let fall to the floor. I walked casually to the dresser where we had our special drawer of things and pulled out her strap-on.

“Hey, that’s mine.”

“I know. You always get to wear this. My turn.” I strapped the holder around my waist and the thick black dildo hung in the place where my own manhood should have been.

“That’s hot. That’s a good look for you, Hun.” She was right, I thought as I gazed in my vanity mirror. Black spike heel boots and stockings, pink panties, black ‘cock,’ pink garters, black corset, pink bra, all in an hourglass package. She reached over and grabbed my “cock” and pulled me to her. “Yum,” she said. I crawled on the bed and flipped to my back.

“Mount me, please.”

“With pleasure.” As she started to roll on top, she hesitated. “But what about you? This is so selfish.”

“We both like a good fast fuck sometimes. I just like pleasing you. Use me, I’ll enjoy that.” I held my big black ‘cock’ steady while she slowly settled on it. She gasped as she pushed in the last two inches and my body took her weight. My wife looked down at me lovingly, smiled and closed her eyes. She slowly began to gyrate. I studied her intense expression as I counter pointed her movements with my pelvis.

You know we’re “on” next week?” I said, almost conversationally.

“Um hum” was the dreamy reply.

“I was thinking ‘school girl.’ A plaid mini, white blouse, Mary Janes. all easy stuff to get. Except the stockings… When did you last see opaque white stockings?”

“Humph.” She picked up the tempo a bit.

“Of course there’s always knee highs. Or tights,” I said.

She opened her eyes to say, “Boring.”

“Well in a perfect world, I’d wear…”

“This is a perfect world,” and she bent down and kissed me tenderly. She closed her eyes again and settled back into her motion. “Amy Catlin was a cheerleader in my class.”

My ‘school girl’ idea apparently triggered a memory. “What a bitch.” She continued, ”they all were, really. The cheerleaders. Big clique. All bitches. Snots.” The eyes remained closed, the motion steady.

“I never dated one,” I said. “Always wanted to.”

“You didn’t want a cheerleader. You wanted to be a cheerleader.” She giggled and continued her rhythm. When I moaned, she reached behind and down to rub my clit, but the position was awkward and she broke her stride. “Here, let me.” I slid my hand under my ass and took over the massaging. She smiled, relieved, and resumed her rhythm.

“So true,” I admitted. “But you are right. Snots and bitches all. But cute outfits. Bare legs though. I better get another wax.” I united our trains of thought. “The cunts, with their wool pleated mini skirts. Wouldn’t you love to teach one a lesson? Hold that cunt down and give it to her? Give it to her hard like she deserves?” The motion picked up tempo. ”You know how she wears that shit. Twirls around just to show her panty ass to the crowd… rip those fuckers off and teach that snotty cunt a lesson… wearing little sneakers… tight sweaters… hair spray… flavored lip gloss… bare legs… the fucking endless boyfriends…”

She was really was starting to thrust.

Another variation, I thought to myself.

“Fucking pompoms,” my wife said and pumped faster

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For more info on debee, check out her Fetlife profile: http://fetlife.com/users/41213

A Lovely #MMDay in Pretty Panties ed cantor

Here's is ed's latest #MMDay report. It is also posted to his blog here:
http://www.blogger.com/goog_503220290

For more information on taking part in my #MMDays, see:
http://www.male-service.com/search/label/%23MMDay

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Friday was so busy and I was missing contact with you so much, Mistress, so it was a joy to see your email, to have you recall one of the pretty pairs of panties that had been bought for you, and was now sitting and waiting in my MMDay drawer.

The panties are black, bikini cut, mostly made of a black sheer stretch material, and there is a pretty detail of red ribbon woven into the lace trim and waistband. They are feminine, sexy and feel almost ticklish, Mistress – though it is sometimes difficult to tell if they are acting on my body or on my imagination.

Changing into them, into any panties for you, Mistress, is a ritual I simply love. It may be quick, but it never loses its charge or thrill. The panties are tight in my grip or tucked into my pocket, as I make my way from my desk to the public washrooms. You are never aware of who might be catching a glimpse of your feet under that stall door, until you think about what it might look like to see someone trying to stretch panties over dress shoes, or wondering why they are taking their shoes right off in the stall.

The feel of them on me is electric, as they are sliding up my legs, holding me tightly, stretching around the fullness that is an inevitable result of this experience. The blushing tingle warms my cheeks as I adjust the lines of the panties on me and, in this case, seeing how the trimmed edge fell over my ass, and wondering how visible any panty lines might be.

As the day was no less busy, keeping me from the kind of teasing contact with you I would have loved, I was both missing you and feeling your constant presence, Mistress.

I always feel cherished, cared for, attended to, loved… and the instrument of your pleasure and even arousal, when I am dressed by and for you Mistress, and I wore them all afternoon long, with a tingle, a skip in my step, a twinkle in my eye, and love in my heart.

Thank you Mistress!

ed cantor's First Ribbon Reports & Training St. Patrick's Day 2010

I know that many of you wonder what to put into a report, and what training with me is like... especially when I'm in "tease and denial" mode. Below are my boy, ed cantor's, first ribbon reports to me, along with some of the relevant emails back and forth between us that day.

One of the nicest things is that he let me know early that he was in fact wearing my ribbon so that I could really get into enjoying the thought of him secretly be-ribboned for me as I went about my day. That, and his naughtiness and writing skill, along with jezi and others wearing ribbons as well, made for one of my hottest St. Patrick's Days yet!


The Shopping Report
2010-03-16

Mistress Magick,

I was able to find the ribbon -- basic satin ribbon -- at the sewing section of the Walmart, as you suggested. It is 3/8" wide, and I purchased two lengths of 1m each, just to be sure I had enough or [if I] made a mistake. They didn't have any patterned ribbon, so I got a bright and festive green. The closest match i could find was something called Kiwi Green.

The woman helping me, a delightful middle-aged woman who seemed to come from Italian village of 100 years ago, was very sweet and helpful, and even commented that it was just in time for St. Patrick’s Day. She asked me if I was going to trim out a hat or something. I just kind of blushed, and said yes, something like that....

thanks again, Mistress Magick

yours,

edward


My Feedback
Very good. And I'm glad that you enjoyed the shopping trip. I am betting that the Walmart wasn't as disorienting as a fabric shop/craft store would have been.

With two lengths, you should try using both to make it double thick, thereby also adding more loops to the bow.

I have to admit that I'm tempted to tell you about [name removed]'s shopping trip, but I probably shouldn't. I will say that he actually purchased two ribbons because he couldn't decide between them... and he made use of both of them. (I let him do his assignment early, so I already have his full report.) I do love it when you guys go "above & beyond" to make sure that you're covered rather chance falling short. :-) It's a very good sign.

I will expect to see something ticked off my wishlist as well. I could really use an Amazon gift certificate and it would still arrive on time... although I have to admit I keep thinking of the silk scarf from Jen Delyth.

M.


His Response
thank you so much, yet again, Mistress Magick. It will be a joy and a constant pleasure and tease, I am sure, to do this for you. All the more so since I am still in my now self-enforced chastity[...] I know this ribbon will tease me and keep me tingling and hard for a very pleasurable day.

yours,

edward


And Mine
And I'm looking forward to a juicy report that will make me warm in return... knowing how it teased you and that you still behaved yourself.


Comfirmatiom That He is Wearing the Ribbon
2010-03-17

Already the experience is making for a wonderful day.. it is a lovely weather here today, but i know that is not the reason i am tingling... you and your ribbon are, Mistress Magick... I will send you a full report, after the day is done, but I also wanted to give you the early update as to my teased self.

thank you again, Mistress Magick. my irish eyes are smilin'


Knowing that He was Already Squirming, I Decided to Tease Him a Bit
As are mine.

Imagine me reaching down to inspect the ribbon: checking to make sure that the bow is tight, but that the loop isn't too much so...sliding a finger between the loop and your cock to test it...lifting the ends of the bow to pull it snug... enjoying your reaction as I brush the ribbon against you, taking my time and drawing it out, brushing against you again and again, teasing...


And His Response
I can imagine it all too well, Mistress Magick... being told to present myself to you, my hands perhaps behind my back after lowering my trousers for you... myself all bound in ribbon, presented to you for your inspection. Your subtle touch, testing and prodding, adjusting and tightening, making me tingle, making me stiffen in reaction... making the ribbon even tighter as a result. You smile and my tingle and trembling, before packing me back up, to feel this more, to serve more.

yours in ribbon,

Edward


And Mine
Continuing to tease before packing you away... Looking in your eyes...watching it on your face...hearing it in your breath... My own intense expression highlighted by an evil grin...

Warm... Wet...

M


I was enjoying his emails so much that I asked him to chat with me over lunch. When he heard my delight at the fact that jezi was wearing her ribbon without underwesr, he decided to follow suit.

i've removed my boxers, Mistress, so i now wear only the ribbon around my cock, or should i say yours?, and it there is nothing else between my and pants. it is, of course, only making more tingly, more aware of myself, more likely to have my erection grow and throb, more and more wanting to just be begging to be unwrapped like a st. patrick's day present you could open personally.

yours,

Edward


We discussed chatting more after work however he couldn't escape going out with friends to celebrate, which lead to a new line of teasing

Visions of you using the urinal in the bar... still be-ribboned.

M


Being the Imaginative Boy That He Is, He decided to run with it... although perhaps a bit too far

I can see the picture in my mind.

The perfect end to this St. Patrick's day would be to meet you at busy pub. You would know that I was wrapped in a bow and I would know. I would feel its grip, only tighter thanks to the inspiration of being near you.

We'd take a seat. You would have me keep my hands on the table or holding my pint, while yours tormented me, sliding over the obvious bulge. You'd have me throbbing and aching, my balls blue and needy in their green wrapping. Without boxers, I know there would even be a risk of my precum soaking a spot in my trousers.

The drink would be delicious, but it would also be another tease, as i would know you were just making me wait, making me wait for the real ordeal that would be just beginning when you took me out of there.


Of Course, I Made a Few Corrections
In some dark corner, perhaps even sneaking a peek of the top of the bow

...oh, but I think it would be dinner, far away from the cheap, green beer, and you would slowly feed me dessert.


Since he was out late, I didn't hear from him again until I received his report the next day.


Final St. Patrick’s Day Report
Written 2010-03-18

I awoke early, before my alarm – no doubt my body was as eager as I to start. I trimmed myself, making sure that I was presentable, then took a steamy shower, making sure I was crisp and clean.

Out of the shower and dry, I began to wrap myself up. With the extra length, I was able to wrap around myself a couple times, with plenty of ribbon for a large bow and for dangling ends. I placed the middle of the ribbon under my balls, drawing the ends up and around me, over my cock then back down again. Then I looped around again to encircle my shaft alone, then back around to get all of me again. I closed it all off with a largish bow, then trimmed the remaining ends as you had instructed.

I dressed and went out to work. Of course I could feel the ribbon and its slight grip at every movement. It was like a tickle sometimes and a hug others. The increased thought of myself within it, especially for someone else, made me tingle. I was probably at least half erect all day long.

Talking to you via twitter and email and chat (wonderful!!) was intense and only inspired my imagination more, making me throb. There were times, thinking of you, that I would sneak my hand down and grind against myself, reveling in the desire and lust and want. Of course, fantasizing about being presented to you for an unwrapping was even more wonderful.

After our chat, as I mentioned, I went and removed my boxers, tucking them away. I felt even more sensitized, feeling myself freer, but also sliding against the fabric of my pants, feeling even more exposed. Yes, I was even harder, for longer stretches at a time. I had to really concentrate to try and think about ANYTHING else.

And of course, when what I might have wanted was just to get home and get privacy, there was no avoiding pints. We had a great time, actually. We drank and laughed and drank and told stories. There was one or two women with us, and they were getting happy and silly too. They were laughing and flirting and enjoying themselves, and nothing is as sexy as a happy, smiling woman. It was making the ribbon tighter… LOL.

Yes, there were at least two occasions that I had to relieve myself, and had to be quite careful, especially on a busy night, to try to avoid showing just how much I was celebrating the day!

It was a wonderful day, Mistress, feeling your ribbon hold me all day long. I felt like I was in your embrace and control, and it was such a pleasure and gift.

I made sure that the ribbon was not too tight, and I slept last night wearing it and nothing else. That way, I woke with the memories and a wide smile to go along with a raging reminder of my lusts and desires.

Thank you Mistress

Yours,

edward

Sunday 7/18/10 #MMDay Report from ed cantor

Edited slightly from Ed's blog at:
http://mind-effing.tumblr.com/post/833085069/a-weekend-mmday-for-mistress-magick

It was an inpromptu and amazing #MMDay made possible by my catching ed in his office on a Sunday. After he fully and completely pleasured me, I had him change into his lacy black thong. Then I instructed him to masturbate at work, in a small conference room where he has previously served me, following my prescribed ritual of devotion. However, first he had to actually do the work that had brought him to the office in the first place. After all, we can't have him getting behind just because I enjoyed having my way with him for a couple hours!

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A lovely weekend MMDay for, and at the instruction of, my Mistress Magick. (http://twitter.com/Mistress_Magick)
(http://www.male-service.com)

Mistress let me serve her today, in a number of blissful ways.

A couple that I must joyfully share are here.

I was at work today, nearly alone in the office, but in the office on a Sunday. It makes for a quiet place, but it never quite loses the aspect that works on the mind. If you are naughty here, there is that chance of exposure, however slight. Plus it just adds to the delightful feeling of wickedness. That there is nowhere I wouldn’t serve you.

Imagine my delight then, when your command was given to change into the sexy black lace thong that I keep in the drawer for your use. Even nearly alone here, it is a strange journey to the washroom to change. To slide out of my boxers and to redress in the panties. Feeling them pull tight over the erection you had inspired. The tautness, stretching over my hardness, only pulls the thong back deeper between my cheeks.

Your words in my mind always make me alive with sensation and imagination - an arousal that is physical and emotional, even spiritual. A high.

Dress on the weekends in the office is casual, but those others here would never guess that beneath my shorts and t-shirt I was expressing your control and desire with these panties. I, of course, could think of little else - how they gripped your package tight, how the thong back teased my ass.

There was more you wanted, more I could do for you, but it had to wait, I could not complete my service until my work was done. My real work, here in the office.

You are so wonderful, knowing that this is the perfect torment - making me try to think of my day-to-day concerns, while I’m tormented by thoughts of you and teased by the myriad of sensations with which the panties constantly bombard me.

Finishing up the work, while still forcing myself to concentrate, I could feel the bliss at my doorstep. Oddly, as the day got later, things got busier, with more people stopping by to get some last bit of weekend readiness in advance of Monday.

But as I getting my work done, it grew quiet again - the pulse of business only made me feel more yours, more exposed, more aware of my submissive secret.

Finally I was done. I made myself double-check my work - I know you wanted things done well - all things. Satisfied, I grabbed my coffee mug and went out. I found the small, quiet, nearly forgotten conference room. I went in, closing the door behind me. I didn’t turn on the light, as the light from the window was sufficient, and I didn’t want to advertise my presence there.

I took my place on the floor - on my knees. I pushed down my shorts and then my panties, to my knees. I started repeating my mantra, in a soft whisper, speaking to myself and to you.

“Your boy, Mistress. Your cock, Mistress. Your pleasure, Mistress.”

My cock in my hand, I stroked while I imagined serving you in the steamy warmth of your shower. Assisting you as you washed, as you simply enjoyed the presence of serving hands. My mind raced, as it so often does, thinking of you. I could place myself right there. I could feel the water flowing over me.

And so, with the priming I’d been given, mentally and physically, I was trembling in no time. I got my mug in place just in time, and spurted my thick offering into it, cumming hard, still repeating my mantra, my worship.

“Your boy, Mistress. Your cock, Mistress. Your pleasure, Mistress.”

When I felt my heart pounding just a little less, I put the mug to my lips, tilted it back, and swallowed the full load of my cum. It was slippery feeling, strong tasting - a taste I can never get used to, one I’d never want to lose its effect on my mind.

Finally, I pulled myself together, re-covered myself, and went back to my desk to gather my things and go home. It was a longer day at the office that I had planned for, but it could not have been better.

Thank you, Mistress!

4th of July Flagpole Decorating (Final Report) from Cap Slight

The below report is from a new online trainee and cyberlover who just took part in my 4th of July assignment, with his official ribbon-wearing time stretching into the day on July 5th. It was so incredibly hot that I had to ask his permission to share it. He did request that I keep the pictures private, so I am doing so, but I left the notations in, as I think they will help you better visualize the action.

After doing a delightful job of serving me online, I instructed him to add the ritual at the end, which I am sure some of you will recognize. Some those who know me better than he does at this point may notice some things in his writing that I wouldn't do or say in exactly the way described, and yes, he took some liberties, but only ones I feel more than inclined to allow. All-in-all it's a wonderfully yummy report, and one which I'm enjoying reading over and over and over again. ;-)

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I have just finished the assignment a short while ago. This e-mail is long because there is much for me to tell you so I have split it into three easily found 'chapters' so you can search ahead and find if you so desire: "DURING THE NIGHT" describing my pleasant waking torments last night, "DURING THE DAY" about another day at the office, and "FINISHING THE ASSIGNMENT", with release and my tasting the cum which flowed from your boy's cock.


DURING THE NIGHT

In the night I awoke, your cock half swollen, and swelling more as I tried and failed to get back to sleep as I imagine other ways you might have of using me for your pleasure...

I imagine that you have released my cock from its wrappings but tied my ankles and wrists to the bed so I lie spreadeagle on my back as you pleasure youself above me, kneeling astraddle my face and rubbing your gorgeous hot wet sex into me, rubbing your clit on my nose as you grasp my hair. Sometimes you pause to let my tongue explore inside you. Juices leak from within you; sometimes slowly, sometimes in a glistening stream. When finally you are satisfied you wipe the precum from your cockhole and feed it to me, kiss me, then fall deeply asleep beside me as I remain restrained, the taste and feel of you in my mouth and all over my face, your cock yearning for a release it does not deserve.

I imagine you are holding a dinner party for your closest girlfriends where I will be serving at table. You have dressed your cock tightly in the prettiest ribbons and supervised me showering and made me rub lotion into myself so your boy is fragrant, then you attach extra decorations. Stick-on stars on your cock's shaft and in the pubic hair, and pink hearts on your ballsack. The touch of your hands as you make these improvements to your cock makes me strain against the unyielding ribbons and sets your balls alive in their prettified sack. These decorations are all I am to wear during your party. Your guests arrive and compliment you on your work and examine every inch of my nakedness, which I find utterly humiliating and enormously arousing. Much of the party conversation is about boys and I nearly whimper when one of your friends describes in detail how her new boyfriend's cock feels when she's sucking it, when it's inside her pussy, when it's pumping semen into her. I walk back into the kitchen to fetch another bottle of wine and hear gales of girly laughter after someone says something I can't quite make out. I have to remind myself that Mistress doesn't suck my cock and doesn't let it into her pussy because that's how Mistress likes it and that's more important. After dinner is over I am put to work in other ways you command me. Maybe pleasuring you or one or more of your guests in any way you command, maybe allowing them to redecorate your cock, maybe having me wank myself into a cup and drink the cum in front of them all.

I imagine you call me to you and I find you sittimg in an armchair with a glass on the floor a few feet in front of you. You have me kneel in front of the glass, facing you. On your command I undo the restraints on your package and you lean forward for a better view, your chin resting on your hand as if gazing at a curious zoo specimen. You say "wank for me, boy" and I start. My view fixates sometimes on your crotch, sometimes on your cleavage, sometimes on your eyes. You tell me to stop, and appear to be thinking deeply as you gaze into the pleading eyes of your boy. My heart leaps as you finally give me permission to release and we keep looking into each other's eyes as I squirt the pent-up jizz into the glass and utter cries of thanks and obedience.

I imagine you lie naked face down on the bed as I firmly massage your shoulders, then your arms, then your back, your gorgeous round buttocks, your shapely legs, until you gleam all over with the oil. You roll over and have me massage my way back up your body. I pay plenty of attention to your inner thighs and loiter gently on your pubic mound and oil your already-moist lips. You mutter "yes" softly and a smile flickers across your face as I slip one finger briefly inside. I massage my way up your belly and you moan as I start to oil and caress your breasts. With one hand you reach into a bedside drawer, take out first one then another vibrator, pass one to me and tell me to slide it into you and "Fuck me with it". I oil the vibe, switch it on and slowly press it deep into you, an ooze of your juice escaping as your lips part. I stoop my head down and lick at it. You tell me to get on all fours, my head between your legs and my ass high up in the air above your face, so your toy's tormented bound cock and balls are in front of you. I hold the gleaming end of the vibe and move it in and out of your sweetly oozing vagina, and work on your clit and lips with my mouth and tongue and you switch on the other vibe. You play it across your breasts and touch it to me to further tease my - or rather *your* - already straining cock and balls, making me gasp when you reach up with thumb and finger to pull the foreskin back and then rub the buzzing vibe all round the now unbearably sensitive edge of the cockhead. The strain in me builds so far that I start to panic, thinking I might cum despite the restraints (you, my Mistress, haven't told me I can cum, you'll be rightly angry with me, you will be disappointed with your boy and, my lack of control will spoil your pleasure!) you take the vibe away from your boytoys and return it to your breasts.

It is not easy to sleep while imagining these things.


DURING THE DAY

The constriction and tickling were a constant reminder to me of [who I belong to]. I had to be careful when standing up and sitting down because my - *your* - nuts were so sensitive. This added a real buzz to an otherwise regular day at the office. During a dull meeting I thought of your ownership of my bound cock and I swelled. Trying to keep a straight face as my - *your* - cock strained in my pants and not blurt out something like "Mistress tied ribbons round my cock!" to the others around the table when I was asked what my opinion was an interesting moment :) And every minute that your package was bound up and squeezed by the ribbons was a minute closer to the final tasks you had ordered me to perform and I was so so looking forward to.


FINISHING THE ASSIGNMENT

After getting home and having a hurried dinner I undressed and knelt down to finish the assignment at 8 o'clock (3pm your time, I was wondering what you were doing then). I took one last long look at your decorated cock (pic 1) then undid the ribbons around the shaft. They left marks where they had been digging into your cock when it was hard (pictures 2 and 3) but those are gone now. I untied the cockring ribbons around the base and held them up to my nose, sniffing along their whole length. They smelt of sex and sweat, desire and frustration, and hope. Then I took hold of your shaft and started to play with it while imagining you sat watching me, imagining you standing over me with your legs apart and me licking your pussy.

Three times I managed to stop just short of cumming, and watched as a thin stream of milky precum dribbled from your cockhole and into the glass in front of me. The first time this happened (picture 4) I drank the precum from the glass to taste what I was making for you. A sharp aroma and an almost sweetened salty taste, it was good and it made we want more. The other two times I edged I kept the precum in the glass so that there would be as much as possible when I finished (pictures 5 and 6 after one of the later edgings).

After half an hour of wanking I went a little too far and rather than edging again and dribbling, at 3:30 your time, I tipped *over* the edge and as I gasped "Your cock, Mistress, your boy, Mistress, yourgggggggggh pleasurggghhhhh, Misssstressssssss" I shook as it felt like all the muscles in my lower half contracted at once and two hard squirts of jizz shot out (picture 7; I just got lucky with the timing!) as a pleasure-bomb went off in my brain. After the two big squirts there was a third more gentle one and then I just knelt, trembling and panting. A little more cum oozed out out me and a tingling sensation swept in waves from my fingertips up to my forehead, from my chest down as far as my knees, as if ripples of tingly joy were running over me. It was, Mistress, one of the finest and strongest orgasms I have *ever* had and it was entirely thanks to you and your wonderful instructions and coaxing through the assignment.

After five minutes I had stopped shaking and had one more job to do for you. The glass (picture 8) had about 5cc of cum in it. It had an aroma I can't describe as being quite like anything else except perhaps "hot glistening cockhead, with a hint of fresh sweat". I drank it all, in two sips. It tasted *great* as I swilled it around my mouth with my tounge to get the most of it. A sweet salty sour meaty taste... with... mushroom? That's the best I can describe the taste of the cum you made me produce. It took a long time before my trembling stopped and I felt able to stand up to walk to the computer and write this report.

As I sit here typing this some hours later I am still buzzing with the warmth you, my mistress, put into me by having me bind her cock and please her. I hope I have served you adequately and that you might consider me as worthy of serving you in the future. Tonight I am sure I will have no problem sleeping, but I expect interesting dreams.

Wishing you many warm and lingering kisses and tongue caresses wherever you ask of me,

Your boy,

Cap

When you think of the idea of "showing off your boy" do you prefer the idea of taking him out in public collared and leashed, with other secrets hidden beneath street clothes... or having him serve totally, wearing even less, before a chosen few?

Actually, it’s usually somewhere in between. I love the idea of the hidden secrets underneath, but to me that is a different type of stimulus…something that makes me quietly smile or gets me all wet, knowing how it privately reflects my control over him.

Hmmm… though tweeting about it is showing him off, as are the yummy glimpses of our intimate conversations that we sometimes share with others on Twitter. I love retweeting jezi’s panty reports, and also commenting on the yummy feelings that I get while wearing or using various gifts and tributes from my boys and trainees. While the actions might be in private, talking about how much my boy pleases me is definitely one area in which I enjoy showing him off.

One of the key factors is interacting with people whom I know or who might comment back. I also really enjoy “controlled exhibitionism” (which might be a better description of the seen portion of your first example), but even in that, I want to be able to see and feel the response of the watcher. A lot of the pleasure that I receive is actually in knowing my/our effect on others.

When looking for a submissive, I want someone who will make me proud of him… who I can enjoy showing off. He is intelligent; interesting; confident in his skills, but not cocky/arrogant, and acts like a gentleman, ‘though he has enough of a naughty steak to indulge, and sometimes inspire, my more adventurous ideas. ;-) He is eager to help others when it is appropriate, but he doesn’t put them ahead of my needs. He can keep up his end of a conversation with my friends, who range from college dropouts to PhDs.

Here are some examples of my favorite real life ways of showing a boy off, many of which I have enjoyed with more than one boy:

Loaning him out as a demo model for an instructor (whom I trust) who is teaching something that he enjoys or is curious about.

Having him show off/teach/demo/share his experiences with specific fetishes/kinks, such as having him show off his chastity device and how it goes on and off for friends at a party, and discussing with them his experiences in wearing it.

Having him serve me at a party or event, or even model in a fetish fashion show, in clothes that I have picked out for him.

Loaning him out to help with setup or taking down for an event.

Leading a boy around an event, asking others to play with the bells on his nipples, or chastity, or having them each take a turn while I am giving him a spanking. Basically, asking/allowing them to take part in teasing or playing with him, and comment on it while I enjoy both their reactions and his.


Some more specific memories:

Having him serve at a party that I am hosting – greeting guests, putting away coats, helping with the food table, getting drinks, etc. Wearing his chastity key on a necklace, clearly visible near my heart, “knowing” friends notice and congratulate me on the new boy. One of them, noticing that his collar does not have a lock, asks what the key is for, and I indicate that it fits something a bit lower. ;-) (Mmm…taking more private pleasure in the memories of him pleasuring me beforehand, and then cleaning and setting things up while I showered, dressed and answered last minute calls and emails.)

Sending him ahead to SRO classes at a national BDSM event while I network in the hall. Coming in, saying “thank you, but no” to the guys who are offer me seats, and even the one who offered me a place on his lap, carefully moving past the folks sitting in the aisle, giving him a small, un-needed gesture as I get to him, and taking his seat as he drops down to sit on the floor at my feet.

Wowing the International Leathermen at Folsom Street Faire, calling others to come look and one guy even dropping to his knees at the size of my boy’s cock.

While vending at another kink event, the organizers decided to keep the vendor room open later, through dinner, to allow for more shopping time. He takes the initiative to take pizza orders from the various vendors, places the order, collects the cash, greets the delivery boy at the door and distributes the slices, also getting drinks for those who need them.

Going in to setup for that event, he carried several boxes that I can only carry one-at-a-time, stacked very high, through the vendor room. My private pleasure was in turning around and seeing all the boxes there. The pleasure in showing him off was in the approval of others, especially when a girl that was there by herself, representing one of the lingerie vendors, asked if she could borrow him. I was quite happy to oblige.

Events like that really stand out in my mind, and bring a smile to my face years (even over a decade!) later, but they aren’t necessarily the ones that you can script ahead of time. The right kind of boy does them because that is who he is, and then I find myself both wonderfully surprised and very happy to show him off.

Ask me something worthy of a response. *Adults Only*

My Desires

As some of you know, I've accepted ed_cantor into my online service. He just wrote me the lovely piece below. While some aspects may be pure fantasy (limo?), it's a very good description of the type of D/s relationship that I desire. Not one focused on scening/play or SM, but rather a loving and enduring D/s dynamic focused on service, pampering, etc. The fact is: the more I feel pampered and pleasured by my boy, the more advertuous I am in regard to the ways in which I enjoy him.



I see you desiring a softer, more subtle service than stereotypes present, or that seem described by the word "scene." I see myself with you, near you, beside you... but yours. I can be dressed up, taken out with you, though perhaps with a hint of my position given in something that teases the eyes or the body. Maybe it is lace panties beneath my suit, maybe it is a piece of special jewelry, or a thin collar under my shirt and tie.


I open doors for you, I help you out of cars, I hold out your chair. I pour your wine. I get your coat. I call the limo back. I unlock the doors and hold them open for you at your home. I slide your hair aside as I massage your shoulders. I stand when you wish. I open my trousers at your command. I slide them down to my ankles. I give you the tie from around my neck, breathing deep as I can only watch you wrap it around my hardening cock and throbbing balls. With that new leash, you pull my to my knees, and guide my head under the hem of your gown.


Bliss.