The Joys of Forced Intox

My Sweet Little Submissives,

You've all been good, I trust?  Good.

I've had quite the interesting week so far!  A little forced faggotry here, a little forced intox there... well, a lot of forced intox, actually.  The forced-bi fetish is always a popular one, but the last week has brought me a few extra lushes to deal with than normal, and quite frankly, Mistress has been LOVING it.  It's so satisfying when your words begin to slur and your inhibitions start to just fade away into nothingness.  I love having that control over you... I'd say almost as much as you love Me taking advantage of your complete lack of willpower.   One was even so pathetic that he tried to push My buttons and test My No Bratty Behavior clause. He ended up paying the price by literally losing his lunch... after which he called me back again. LOL!  Let that be a lesson to all of you - If you plan on telling Me no, either don't call or be prepared to deal with the consequences. In the end, I always get what I want...

and you will always get what you need.  Mistress knows best!

Kisses,
Drea.

 

Calling all LOSER boys

My Sweet Little Submissives,

It seems I'm going to be taking on another new project!  I'm pretty excited about it, and I'm sure there are a good amount you that will love it, too.  :)  But before I go into detail, I want everyone meet Jeff... the inspiration behind the idea.

Jeff is a chronic masturbator.  He can't stop calling phone sex, so he spends an ungodly amount of money drinking himself into oblivion (among other things) while he jacks off behind his girlfriend's back to girls that only want his money and a good laugh.  He whines and moans and cries about how he'll be a pathetic loser for the rest of his life, and actually seems to get off on it!  He knows he'll lose his girlfriend if he keeps calling, but he's such a weak-willed little bitch that he can't help it.  All the better for her, Jeff.  She was bound to dump your ass eventually.  Better for her to learn the truth now than later, right? ;) 

Marked as a LOSER for the next two weeks!

He does everything he's told... including writing the word LOSER on his forehead in jagua ink.  For those of you that don't already know, jagua ink is similar to henna, so it's semi-permanent.  I'm not sure which was funnier... the fact that he did it in the first place, or listening to him go into a panic as he hurried to try to scrub it off a few minutes later!  The thing is, he waited too long, and the ink set in.  LMAO!

Now Jeff has made himself a total shut-in, unable to face the light of day... at least for the next couple of weeks until the ink fades completely.  He could try wearing makeup over it to go out in public, but then he'll be a loser for a whole new set of reasons!  I only wish I could see the look on his girlfriend's face when she sees "You are a LOSER FAGGOT COCKSUCKER" written on his chest.... classic.

So congratulations to you, Jeff!  When it comes to failure, I've never met anyone quite so successful. LOL!  You have officially been named the VERY FIRST Loser of the Month.  Anyone want to see the video??? LMAO  Contact me.  ;)

Can anyone else reach this level of loserhood?  LOL  Jeff is some pretty stiff competition, isn't he? 

But please... try.  I'm ready for you!





To all my boys, naughty and nice

My Sweet Little Submissives,

Hope you're all doing well! I've loved hearing from you all this week and hope to hear a lot more from you as the week goes on.  :)

Note to Cassandra - don't think I haven't noticed your absence, missy!!  So which is it?  Did you neglect to fulfill the orders you were given recently, or were you such a naughty girl that you got yourself caught in the act?  Details!

And on a similar note:  SEXY LEXI.  I'm waiting on you.  Don't be afraid... you know you want to give in.

I've had a quite few good laughs with Tom this week.  His fantasies are amazingly entertaining, and just so... well.. word fail me.  Let's just say good things really can come in small packages. ;)

But I suppose I'm being a bit vague today.  Very well.  I suppose I'll feed you all something with a bit more substance.  You're welcome.

Today I spoke with widdle denny.  Only two inches, and such a messy, messy boy.  He has absolutely no control over himself, so we had wrap him up properly in something that was meant for messes like his.  Tsk.  And still, over and over again, his hard widdle peepee kept cumming like crazy.  It's like he was trying to fill it up!  Or maybe my naughty boy just likes getting changed...  Either way, he had to lick the mess out of his pampers so he could see just how filthy he was making himself.  Then after being cleaned up, he was instructed to crawl for his fresh diapy.... only to make yet another mess on My pristine carpet.  He was changed, lectured, and finally put back on the floor to clean up the mess (well... after I sufficiently rubbed his nose in the mess, that is).  Such a naughty denny.  Sometimes I'm just not sure whether it's a babysitter or obedience classes that he really needs!

That's all for now :)  Behave yourselves.

Kisses,
Drea.

My Newest Project

Dear Sweet Little Submissives,

Have you been behaving yourselves?  (Not too much, I hope!)  I've been keeping busy as usual, particularly with a certain individual.  Everyone meet My new pet project.  :D

 

 Isn't he fabulous??? LOL

And this is his itty bitty clitty....

 

 I've been... um... shall we say, "persuading"  My new pet to buy himself a few things that are more appropriate for him to wear...

There's more to come of course (this is only the beginning!), but here's a sneak peek at what I've put him in.  :)

  

 

 I've also sent him on a little errand at Victoria's Secret, where he promptly revealed his little secret by admitting that he was hoping to buy himself some opaque thigh highs... I even heard the recording, so it's definitely legit. He was actually quite good about keeping his cool, but I know he was a nervous wreck on the inside. He then went on to pick out these little babies for himself.

He then went on to purchase this to use on himself for a minimum of an hour, as per My instructions. 

 Ah, My pet, I'm loving our little assignments!






 

Back after a short Vacation

My Sweet Little Submissives,

Hello, pets!  It's been a bit since I've taken the time to post here properly but the holidays had me pretty busy, as did a lot of you!  I have a lot to catch up on as well as a couple new faces to introduce. So strap in your seat belts, boys and girls... and in one case, your carseat.  Hehehehe.

First we'll start with my friend and occasional bitch toy, John.  I had the absolute pleasure of dominating him over cam while he performed his live show, starring him and his... WATERMELON??? LMAO It's kinda one of those "you gotta see it to believe it" things.  

 I also had the pleasure of speaking with Michael again.  Shameless, cum-loving Michael.  

You gotta love that pretty black lingerie... almost as much as the cum eating afterwards!  LOL  This dirty little slut is always very entertaining.

Next we have M.... and my does he have quite the interesting story!

 M. has a truly gorgeous ex-girlfriend named Kim.  She's moved on, of course - to a much more masculine guy that in all likelihood does NOT attend secret queerboy wrestling matches every other week which require the losers to suck off the winners' cocks afterward.  In case you were wondering, that guy on the bottom with the steaming pile of cock shoved in his face would be M. LMAO My goodness, if only Kim could see you now!  

Oh! That's right!  She very well COULD see you if you don't get your ass in gear, couldn't she??  Maybe I'll go ahead and tell her about that little appointment you have set up for Friday as well... or maybe I'll just save that for another time.  ;) It is now 10:37 PM EST. You officially have 48 hours to complete your task.  Tick tock...

Last but CERTAINLY not least, we have diaperboy.  Diaperboy is.. well... I think the picture speaks for itself.

His mother and ex-wife (he was married for exactly 2 months) have clearly done a number on this manchild.  It started out as punishment for his nighttime bed wetting.  Now it's just pure entertainment.  LOL He's on Xhamster.  He's on Twitter.  He's the family joke.  Note the letters behind his bed.  It says "I'M A PATHETIC DIAPER BOY."  The whole room has similar lettering, with words such as "Princess Pissypants" and "Gaa Gaa" put up across the walls.  He's a self-admitted loser with no shame whatsoever.  He's dressed like this almost 24/7, the only exception being when he goes to work at night (wearing his diaper) as a nurses aide.  He's also a VERY persistent jack-off boy.  He makes "number 3" in his diaper FOUR TIMES A DAY... well, unless Mommy or his Ex decides to put him in chastity, anyway.

In other news, I've had an update from My Cassandra, for those of you who have been following.  The wedding is off!  Turns out, Pete was less than a man (and more of a psycho) than anyone realized.  After being tied up and beaten senseless for three sessions in a row, My sweet submissive slut told her ex-wife Susan and Susan's soon-to-be husband, Steve.  Needless to say, there were very displeased, and put an end to it.  Welcome to the world of womanhood, Sandy.  Lesson learned: There is a very distinct difference between a stern, dominant male and an abusive bastard.  Now let's just hope you've figured out how to tell the difference between the two.

Okay sweet pets, that's all for tonight.  Looking forward to talking with you all again soon!

Kisses,
Drea.

Owning My big loser

Stranger than Fiction - Sandy's Story Part 2

My Sweet Little Submissives,

Gather round boys and girls, it's story time!!

I spoke with Cassandra today for the first time in a little bit. Between the holidays and life in general getting in the way, it's been difficult for us to keep in touch lately, but I was finally able to get an update about the goings-on in what may be the most off-the-wall submissive life story that I'm ever likely to encounter first-hand. But before I update everyone as to her current situation, I should probably begin by picking up where I left off... (do forgive me, Sandy, if I get a few details mixed up. It's been a while.)

And for those of you unfamiliar with this little saga, I suggest you scroll down to read  Part 1 because it's a little difficult to follow otherwise.

Hold on to your seats, boys and girls, lest you fall flat out of them. 

Our story continues with the weekend following the babysitting incident. Cassandra was quickly informed by his wife Susan that he was to become Dan's property - his plaything for a time. Cassandra was beside himself? Herself? For the sake of keeping confusion to a minimum, we'll go with her / she for the time being. Anyway.

The week leading up to that weekend was quite the mindfuck. She loved how feminine Dan made her feel, but the methods that he used were degrading and painful. He loved to spank her and spoke down to her often, regardless of how submissive Cassandra was for him. Nothing was ever quite enough for Dan. When they met in the courtroom (on opposing sides, no less) his gaze was smoldering. If Cassandra so much as lifted a finger to defend her case, Dan would request to speak with her one-on-one for a "private consultation." After relentless badgering and a quick session involving her pants around her ankles, Cassandra would leave the room with a reddened ass and the irrefutable knowledge that it was not only in their private life that she would be required to submit to Dan.

Her home life had changed drastically as well. Susan no longer regarded her as a husband (not that she ever really did to begin with) but as a girlfriend. She and Dan's wife, Karen, would sit around the kitchen table with Cassandra, discussing the men in their lives (Steve for Susan, and Dan for both Karen and Cassandra.) They would trade beauty tips for Cassandra's benefit and fuss over one another's hair. In a nutshell, it was sissy cross-dresser's dream come true. Of course, it really didn't come as much of a surprise to Cassandra when Susan mentioned looking into getting a divorce. It was somewhat expected at this point. But what did Cassandra care? She had a man to take care of her... a married man, perhaps, but a man nonetheless.

The weekend involved much of what Cassandra would have expected - a lot of time on her knees and a series of spankings that hurt her in the most wonderful way. There were a few added bonuses too, though. As it turned out, Dan wasn't the only one capable of "babysitting." In fact, the whole group of them (Susan, Dan, Karen, and Steve) had planned quite the interesting turn of tables for our dearest Cassandra. During her weekend visit, Dan decided to step out for a bit. While Dan was out taking care of business, a familiar face from the past was sent to take care of Sandy.

And this is where we meet Jack. When Sandy first met Jack, Jack was a brat kid in bad need of discipline. As his babysitter, Sandy was quick to give it to him.... but apparently not enough to break him of his attitude. Jack grew up to be a decent enough guy eventually, but still held on to his cockiness, along with (can you guess??) a rather sadistic grudge against our Miss Cassandra. Word has it, when Susan and Dan concocted the plan to ask Jack to "watch" our girl, he jumped at the opportunity. The babysitting job was relatively short, but ruthless. To quote Sandy (it's been a while, so I'll have to paraphrase), "There was a certain glimmer in Jack's eye almost the entire time. I got the feeling that he was enjoying himself a little too much."

Sure, Cassandra, anything you say. ;) You loved it. Who the fuck do you think you're fooling? LMAO!!

By the time Dan got back, Sandy's ass was sore and red (for various reasons) and Jack could not have looked more pleased with himself. Apparently, Dan was pretty pleased as well. Over the next few days, Cassandra heard excited murmurs under the breaths of all involved - Susan, Steve, Dan, even Dan's wife, Karen. The only person that wasn't in on the secret was Cassandra. Just before the weekend came around, they finally filled her in.

Now as I mentioned before, Dan is married. So while he could have taken Sandy as his permanent property, it was decided across the board that he wouldn't. You see, Sandy lives in South Carolina, a state which has recently legalized same-sex marriage (November 2014). With this newly acquired privilege before them, it was decided that in order to humiliate Sandy further, he would be forced into marriage with another man. Two candidates were brought to the table - Jack and Pete.

Have I told you about Pete yet? Pete is another lawyer at Dan's firm; Cassandra's stiff competition. Pete is younger than Dan, but just as cocky and aggressive. He's also single, and thoroughly loves putting Sandy in his place in the courtroom.... and more recently, outside of the courtroom as well. Considering the ongoing theme of this particular story, I'm sure we can all figure out pretty quickly what that entails. ;)

Since both candidates showed an interest in owning Cassandra's ass til death do they part, a challenge was put forth - whoever could turn our girl into the bigger bitch would be declared the winner. Each got a weekend alone with Cassandra, during which the rest of the group would check in periodically to see what progress was being made. The experiment had its purpose, I suppose, but frankly? They should have just asked me. I knew who would win before either of the guys had taken their turn.

It's funny the things you can pick up in a person's voice when you're not actually looking right at them. Whenever Sandy talked about Jack, his voice took on this wishy-washy tone that pretty much reeked of mediocrity. In his head, he probably knew he would have an easier time with Jack, so he quietly claimed to hope that he would win out. But Submissive Slut Sandy wanted more than that. The pure intimidation and excitement in his voice whenever Pete's name came up was a total giveaway. His voice would quiver and his breath would shudder..... he sounded like a girl on the verge of orgasm, for fuck's sake. Pete was a man, and in Cassandra's mind, Jack was (and would always be) a boy by comparison. Pete would win, hands down.

The results are in, by the way. Pete won by a landslide. I love being right.

So now for the update:

Sandy has been put on suspension by his law firm. Why, you may ask? Or maybe you're asking why that's relevant. Either way.

As previously mentioned, part of Pete and Dan's domination over Cassandra has been tearing her apart in the courtroom. These guys are a pair of lawyers that go up against Sandy on quite a regular basis, and needless to say, within the past few months, he hasn't won a single case against them. His track record is basically in the toilet.

Their most recent victory over Sandy was due to circumstance.... circumstances that they created, no less. Just before he was due to appear in court, the group brought him the clothes that he was to wear to his litigation. Specifically, lingerie, a rather tight-fitting women's suit, a scarf, and heels. As you can imagine, Sandy's nerves were shot to hell. It wasn't until the very last minute that they decided to undress him down to his lingerie, throw the men's suit over his panties, and shoo him off to court. It was the ultimate mindfuck, and it worked wonders. He was an absolutely train wreck and performed so poorly that the judge asked him after the hearing was over if he was okay. It was an absolute nightmare come true.

But that's not the only reason that Sandy's been put on suspension. It certainly enough of a reason, but it's not the straw that broke the camel's back. It was his divorce that provoked his firm to take action.

Susan filed for divorce. As part of the continuation of Cassandra's humiliation, she stated that the cause of the divorce was Sandy's adultery with another man. He was forced to state the names of all the men that he had been with... Pete and Dan included. You might think that this would be confidential information, but seriously? Of course lawyers talk, especially concerning other lawyers. Sandy's firm got wind of the situation and put two and two together. He was losing his cases on purpose (or so it would seem to them.) Of course, we know that Cassandra's submissive nature would allow nothing less, but what's done is done. Unless Sandy ends his relationship with Pete by the time his suspension is over, he will be sans a job. And since we all know that's not going to happen....

What can I say, Cassandra? Hope you're ready to be a housewife!

That's all for now.... which is okay, because that was PLENTY. Whew!

Kisses,
Drea.