Clip Review - Mesmerize & Blackmail Fantasy

Dressed in a skin tight black outfit Goddess Cat (@CatMFC) is out to mindfuck and blackmail us once again!

She wants us to "de-tense" so be prepared to imbibe a little.  Or, perhaps more than a little! After two double shots, her top is opened and permission to touch is granted. Goddess Kat gives a tour of her amazing body while asking what there is to be afraid of? Next she promises  a very nice reward for minor personal information. It isn't that hard to comply! More drinking, more requests. Perhaps something truly embarrassing, but by now, who could refuse her?

There are six minutes left in the clip Another shot and a simple request for information that anyone could fulfill. After sending, more drinking is encouraged to help relax the viewer. See, blackmail isn't that bad! By now you should be enjoying this, it's supposed to be fun.but I won't spoil them for you.  You'll have to purchase it to learn how this all ends for you

Intox level	Heavy
Blackmail potential	Moderate
Financial impact	Moderate
Where to buy	IWantClips
Recommended?	YES

Submission

During my time with Femdom, I've always claimed to be submissive. But was I? I'm coming to the realization that my submission wasn't as complete or full as I thought it was.

I've interacted with a fair number of Domme's on Twitter, IWantClips, OnlyFans and a few other places. Many were good, some weren't good for me, and a few were great. In every case I tried to give as much submission as I could.  Certain things have always made me uncomfortable, and a good Domme will respect your hard limits.

Over time, things change.  What seemed a bridge too far five years ago is now common place.  Have I changed? Or have I been changed? I don't know. What I do know is that the process intrigues me. I have no desire to go back to the way I was, and I'm eager to see what I will consider normal in five years.

What I've learned is that submission isn't just one thing.  It's a process, it's continual, and it's hard.

But it is so worth it.  I have so much peace in my mind knowing that there are some things that I don't have to think about anymore. In fact, thinking about them only leads to frustration as my desires no longer matter.

What is important is that I keep my Domme happy.  She is all that matters. It greatly simplifies my life to focus on only this one important thing.

She has taken control of many aspects of my life. I cannot do any of the following without consulting her first.

• Orgasm
• Sexually touch myself
• Drink anything other than water
• Purchase anything hobby related
• Tribute to any other Domme

She also sets my daily schedule and ensures there is exercise in there on a regular basis.

The whole process has been amazing, and I would recommend you try it out if this sort of thing appeals to you.

The Predator - Chapter 3

 The week was difficult for the man.  The urges he was feeling were intense.  He had to find time to stroke and think about his Goddess every night. He quickly gravitated towards staying up a bit later, distancing himself from his family.  The choices were hard, but he didn't feel he had any choice.

He received no response from his first DM to her, or the second.  For several days she let him descend into a haze of worship, repetition and longing.  On the fourth day she responded briefly, "Thank you pet, your worship pleases me.  Keep going.  Tonight you may edge for 30 minutes more."

The response caught him getting ready for bed, but those plans were quickly discarded. Amazed and grateful, he returned to his spot of worship, a small home office while sending her a quick "Thank you!"

"Send me a picture of your my little cock in those cute panties pet."  Hmm, he'd put them away for the night, but whatever Goddess wants.  Putting them on with some reluctance he thought back on the last two weeks.  What was happening to him? This woman had affected him so deeply and so quickly!

After pulling them up over his legs, he paused, took a deep breath and snapped a picture and sent it off to Her.  "It's not that little!" he thought, average, surely

"Good boy" was the quick response.  Nothing more.

A couple days passed as the urge to message her far more frequently grew within him.  Other urges were growing as well, not all of them his. The man's wife was putting out signals, Friday night would be their night. There were expectations of what that would entail.  A pleasant marriage gets into certain rhythms.  They didn't have sex very often any more, and could go months between.  But it had been months, and it was time.

He thought and composed a careful DM to Goddess asking permission to have sex with his own wife. Somehow this struck him as the proper thing to do.  She was amused at the request, and let him wait several hours before her reply. 

"No, pet. Saturday I'll be back and I don't want this energy you've been building to be released without me.  Why don't you see if you can keep her distracted with your fingers, and your mouth.  I'm sure you'll think of something."

Friday night came, he took his wife out to dinner.  Dancing, a few drinks.  When they got home, he lit a candle, gave her a long sensual massage which ended in bringing her to several orgasms.  He remained denied, thinking of Her, while servicing his wife.  His wife made one sleepy gesture for him to enter her, but he demurred and cuddled her while she fell asleep. When he was sure she was asleep, he slipped out of bed to do his nightly worship.

He had made plans to be out on Saturday night, it was a flimsy premise, but good enough.  He was shocked to get her message around 2.  "Meet me at 3 at my house little boy, be ready!"

How could he do that?  There was a soccer game at 4:30.  Well he could at least be there at 3, surely She'd understand.

Mumbling that he had to do a little shopping, he left and arrived just before 3 after picking up some flowers to go with a few books he'd picked out.

She opened the door with a radiant smile, "Come in little boy, I see you brought me a few gifts.  What a good little boy!"

She looked amazing in a short tight skirt and a blouse casually unbuttoned down to her midriff.  He stepped inside, handed her the gifts while stepping nervously back and forth.

Closing the door, she looked over her shoulder, "Well, go on, strip.  Little boys don't need to be clothed in my presence. Surely you know that?"

Taking off his shirt and pants, he looked at her, putting a hand on the panties he was wearing. "Leave those on, of course.  Go, and kneel, I'll be with you shortly"

She returned to him in a moment, having tossed aside her blouse which exposed the top half of her black bustier.  She ran her hand through his hair, eliciting a low moan from him. "Were you good for me last night? Did you please your wife?"

"Yes Goddess, yes to both"

"Good boy. You may touch my little cock, gently"

He began touching, teasing himself thru the panties.

"Good boy, I'll have you home before dinner"

"Actually Goddess, I need to go much sooner" and he nervously explained his prior engagement.

"How disappointing, I had such plans for you today.  We certainly don't have enough time to deal with That today" as she nudged his package with her leg.

"In fact, I'd better send you on your way, I wouldn't want you to be late."

"No please, Goddess!  I'll do anything, let me stay a bit longer"

Her smiled widened as she turned away, "Anything, little boy?"  Too easy, she thought to herself as she reached behind herself to start to unzip her skirt.

He gulped, "Yes Goddess" his eyes following that little zipper.

"Good boy, you showed last night that you could put a woman's needs above your own.  Lets continue that"

His eyes widened, he almost openly drooled at the thought of performing oral sex on this Goddess. But those thoughts left as she shimmied out of her skirt, he could see some straps underneath.

She turned around and a small plastic dildo in a harness was sticking out from her waist.  He was confused, how had he not noticed that earlier?  Surely she didn't intend for him to do anything with that!!

"Crawl over here and be my good little cocksucker"

His brain shut down and the need to follow her lead consumed him and he did just that for the next ten minutes.

"Such a good little boy, you're doing to need more practice though.  Get yourself one of these and practice for ten minutes every night"

He stumbled out of there in a daze, what had he just done?

The Predator Chapter 2

 He made it to the afternoon before the first DM arrived, so tentative, “Hello, is this you?”

“Hello little boy, call me Goddess”

“Please Goddess, I would like to touch myself”

“What do you mean little boy, surely you are able to touch any part of your body that you want?”

“Not my cock Goddess, I’ve tried. Every time I get close my hand moves away”

Her - “Mmmmmm, if you can’t touch it, are you sure it's yours little boy?”

“Please Goddess, I need to touch it, I need to see you!!”

She told him to come by at 8:30 that night.  The time didn’t please him, so late for a family man to be out.  But that was the point, she needed to push him, make sure he knew who was in charge and what he would sacrifice to get her attention.

When he arrived, she was ready, dressed in a tight black skirt and a sheer top that left little to the imagination.  His eyes went wide as she gestured him in.

As he stepped inside past her, she reached out to touch his neck.  He stopped and shuddered at her touch.

“Hmmm, your collar is a bit dirty.  I wouldn’t think your wife would let you go out looking like this.  Well, in you go.  Take everything off again, I’ll return you to her all cleaned up.” she said as she gestured into the powder room.

His objection died in his throat as she quickly followed with, “Now, little boy.”  She didn’t say it forcefully, she didn’t need to.

With the door shut, he again took his clothes off, only pausing briefly to consider his underwear.  Shucking them too he reached into the closet for the robe.  It wasn’t the same one.  It was newer, softer, with some lace accents.

Pulling it off the hanger, a pair of panties dropped, he examined them.  They were too large for her, perhaps almost his size.  But no, he’d rather be exposed than wear them.  He flopped them back over the hanger and put on the robe before opening the door.

She was waiting and looked him over.  Her lovely smile faded a bit when she looked at his waist.  She motioned him into the living room.  “Kneel and wait for me, little boy, while I get these started” and off she went with his clothes, again.

When she returned, he was kneeling, right where he had been the previous night.  His arousal was painfully evident.

Her hands were behind her back.  Her left one came out and tossed the panties at him, nearly scoring a ringer on his hard member.  “When I give you a gift, you accept it.  Understand, little boy?”

He looked down at the panties, and up at her.  She stepped a bit closer, filling his whole field of vision.  “Yes Goddess”

“Good answer little boy.  Put them on”  He sat back and put his feet into the soft panties, rocking forward onto his knees as he pulled them up his legs. Although tight on his hips he was surprised to find that they were just large enough to contain his hard cock, pressing it upwards against his body.

Her smile widened.  She reached down to gently hold touch him over the panties.  “Just as I suspected, you look so adorable in those.”  He groaned, just a little as she continued, “Doesn’t this feel good little boy?”

“Yes Goddess” he mumbled.  She rubbed up and down tantalizingly slowly once and asked, “Do you think you might be able to wear these again for me little boy?” as she quickly slipped one finger under the waistband to graze the head of his cock.

“Yes Goddess” he admitted, throbbing in her hand.  “Isn’t it always better to do what I want little boy?”

“Yes Goddess” was the quick answer as she stepped back.

“What gift did you bring me, little boy?  Surely you know to bring a gift when visiting a pretty woman like myself, don’t you?”

He reddened, eyes wide and stammered, “I’m sorry Goddess, I didn’t think …”

She cut him off, “Shhh….little boy.  You didn’t think, yes.  Maybe you need someone to think for you, hmmm?”  He looked up at her adoringly as she brought out her other hand, which held his wallet.  Opening it, she took out some bills, not all of them.  “This will do for now, but cash is so crude.  Do better next time, my little pet”

He issued promises and apologies as his cock strained, pushing the panties away from his body.

“Mmmmm, I can see you are an eager little boy.  You can touch yourself, but slowly.  We did agree last night that the journey is more pleasurable than the destination didn’t we?”

He agreed, mindlessly as his right hand reached down, slipping under the panties.  “Keep the panties over it while you stroke, it will enhance your feelings little boy” as she sat down and tapped her heel on the floor right in front of her.  “Kneel here and stroke for me, little boy.”

He shuffled over as she gently put her legs up on his broad shoulders, focusing her gaze up at her long lush body.

“Slowly, little boy.  You’ve made some mistakes here tonight, wouldn’t you agree?”  He would agree with anything at this point, but she still needed to hear it, “Yes Goddess”

“And a little boy who misbehaves surely doesn’t deserve to cum, does he?”  His shoulders slumped, but his pace quickened, “No Goddess”

“Good, I’m glad we agree, stop touching yourself little boy”  She lowered her right leg and brought her foot in, resting it between his legs, and started ever so slowly rubbing his whole package.

“Now, I won’t be able to see you for a week or so, so this might be hard for you.”  He whimpered in frustration but didn’t dare further vocalize his disappointment.  “But if you can be a good little boy for me this week I can help make things a little easier for you.  Can you be a good little boy for me?”

He nodded rapidly, “Yes Goddess, what must I do?”  He barely knew what he was saying, he was so focused on her foot sensuously rubbing up and down ever so slowly.

“First you will wear these panties home, when you get there change out of them and keep them safe.  I will expect you to be wearing them next time when you come, understand little boy?”

“Yes Goddess”

“Good boy, secondly, I put two pictures of myself on your phone.  Every night you will worship me.  For thirty minutes you will edge yourself.  As fast or slow as you want as you look at the first picture.  Then you will kneel in your panties and look at the second picture for five minutes without touching yourself.  Finish your worship by kissing my picture on the lips and sending me a quick note on twitter telling me how you felt worshipping me.

“Yes Goddess”

“BING”

“Good boy, go get dressed and I’ll see you next week”

As he left, the Predator smiled.  Seducing a man was easy, but that was just the start of the process for her.  To continue living, she needed to properly consume the man’s soul.  A soul can’t be taken, it must be given willingly.  

Already this one was responding well to her demands.  She had taken little bits of his masculinity, his dignity and his ego.  Those are the things that allow a man to resist her.  By chipping away at them slowly, by the time he realized his true peril, he would be powerless to change his fate.

The Predator - Chapter 1

 She was a predator.  Not in the traditional sense, but she used men, changed them to suit her needs, even broke them occasionally. 

Once a man caught her eye, it usually wasn’t hard for her to bring them into her orbit.  A few choice words, a few glimpses of her beauty and the trap was set.

She was an expert in luring men in, they were such stupid creatures for the most part.  A little show of skin, a few flattering words and they would be laser focused on her.

On this particular occasion it was just happenstance.  A thunderstorm, a broken down car, and a dead phone led to a man knocking on her door late at night.  He was soaked to the bone and rather pitiful, despite being a fairly large man.

Naturally she invited him in, her phone was out, but he could stay and warm up.  She offered to run his clothes thru the dryer.  He demurred.  “You’ll be here for a while and I can’t have you dripping on my furniture.  Into that bathroom, take everything off.  I mean everything, there’s a spare bathrobe in the closet you can wear if you feel the need”

Something about her tone, he didn’t want to oppose her on this.  It was easier to go along.  Stripping naked and toweling off he reached into the closet for the robe.  It wasn’t too girly, but obviously sized for someone smaller than him.  His shoulders fit, barely, but he would have to hold the robe closed in front, the tie wasn’t going to do it. 

When the door opened, she quickly came in and scooped up the wet clothes, glanced at him briefly, “You look adorable in that old thing” and took the clothes away.

It took her only a few practiced moments to rifle thru his wallet while she loaded the clothes into the washer.  A wife, kids, a company platinum card with a big local firm.  Very promising.

Coming back to him she led him into the living room and pointed to a couch.  Noticing that he was fiddly with the robe, she spoke, “Not quite big enough for you is it?  I’m sorry.  I don’t really have anything here for you.  Perhaps I could find a pair of panties that might stretch enough?”

“Thanks, I’ll manage”

“Very good” she brought him a beer. “Here, you look like you could use this” and sat down close to him.   Her leg touching his, her perfume encompassed him and she began to work.

Asking leading questions, with light touches here and there.  She got him talking, he was slightly dazed to be the sole focus of the beautiful woman.   Talking was easy, answering was easy.  If some question made him uncomfortable, she dropped it quickly.  Likely he would offer it up soon enough anyways.

Soon enough she knew that his marriage, although happy and fruitful, was not overly sexual anymore.  Perfect!  For his part, he could not entirely conceal his growing erection.  He wasn’t used to being so close to someone like this.

She offered to help him out, “It wouldn’t be cheating if you touched yourself while sitting here with me would it?”  He pulled back, but his erection told the truth.  She leaned back, parting her gown slightly and running her fingers down between her breasts, “I’ll just provide a little stimulation”  His hand twitched.  She stood up and deftly moved her foot, hooking his hand and scooting it onto his crotch.  It felt electric, and he could no longer fight it.

“Little boy, you’ll get a better view on your knees, I promise”  He slid off the couch, onto his knees, no longer able to think straight.

He was hooked, time to play, “Slow down little boy, you want this to last for more than a minute don’t you?”

“Sometimes the journey is more pleasurable than the ending, don’t you agree?”

A moan escaped him, but he slowed down.

“BING”

“Oh, your clothes are done, would you like to put them on, or keep going a little bit longer?”

“More please!” he begged

“Good boy” and she stepped closer, looking down into his eyes she purred, “We are going to have such fun together little boy, you want that don’t you?

“Yes, yes please!”

“Before I let you release, I want you to promise that you will ask my permission before you touch yourself again.  Will you do this one little thing for me?”  She leaned down, putting her hands on the side of his face ensuring his focus was solely on her.

Looking up into her lovely eyes, only one answer was possible, “Yes, yes, anything, please!” she smiled and his eyes flared briefly as he somehow knew that this wasn’t just an idle horny promise.  She had a mystical power, promises made to her while the subject was highly aroused were binding, unbreakable.

She quickly stepped back as lights flashed in through the windows.  “That must be your wife, I called her for you when I got the laundry started, we will have to finish this another time.  I’m sorry it would have been such a relief for you to finish now wouldn’t it?”

This moan was longer, pitiful.

“Quick, run and get dressed, I put my twitter account in your wallet.  Remember your promise and when you can’t stand it anymore, reach out to me.  Don’t you dare cum until we talk”

Throbbing, he ran off to retrieve his clothes and return to his wife.

She wondered if he would contact her later tonight, or if he could hold out for a couple days.  EIther way, there would be more meetings, more promises as she hollowed him out.  She had no need to ruin his family.  He’d likely be a better husband before long.  But he would lose his free will piece by piece until there was nothing left.

Keep Trying

If you are submissive it can take some time to find the right Dominant for you.  This is not a flaw in you.  This is a feature. If you are anything like me, when you first admit to yourself that you are submissive, it's a big step.  Exploring this space and learning about yourself takes time.

Each Domme you encounter will teach you something about yourself.  Even if it is just "I don't like that at all."Don't be afraid to walk away.  As submissives, it's the one power we retain.  We can say no and we can walk away.

Keep trying, the right Domme for you is out there. Figure out what you need in a Domme and vocalize that. Although the best Domme's are prescient and always steps ahead of us, they can't reliably read our minds. Tell Her what you want early in the relationship.

Learn as you go, I've learned so much on my journey.

Keep trying.  When you find Her, She'll be perfect! Then the hard part begins, you have to demonstrate that you are worthy of Her attention every day.