I saw there were loads of online photos of Mistresses who appear to be devil-worshippers. You could tell because they make the sign. They wouldn’t get me! Waiting for a whole lifetime was nothing compared to waiting in Hell for an Eternity. Any Mistress who thought I didn’t fear God’s Judgment more than hers was simply mistaken. Luckily for me I knew a woman (Mistress Alice) who would be my Mistress without damning my soul. She may have used me for my love, my pension and my bank account, but she would never seek to steal my soul. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. Privately I tell myself she really does mean to come back right into the middle of my life from wherever she is. After all she keeps saying she will.
In the meantime, I just want a female to be my Man. I want her to own me like a Man owns his Wife in other cultures. I want a reversal of that. That shouldn’t be too much to hope for in contemporary Western culture, should it? Her female domination would be complete apart from forcing me to do sexual acts with other males. I couldn’t imagine ever meeting someone who’d appreciate me. It looked like you had to spend money just to meet the Mistress of your dreams.
Then one night I got a lucky break. After going out to see a football game I decided not to go to my usual place for a drink but instead go to a gay bar. Once I arrived, I ordered a drink and looked around, hoping no guy would make eye contact with me or worse, chat me up. Since all the tables were occupied, I walked over to one with a free chair where two women were sitting, arguing. One was tall, with broad shoulders and long dark hair.
The other petite, immaculately dressed with short auburn hair. I had to do a quick re-take to confirm how good looking this one was, but very quickly it dawned on me that they were probably a couple. After a few minutes their argument got a little more heated, and suddenly the petite one said, “Go to Hell!” To the other woman who got up and left.
After that she turned to me and said, “So what brings you here? You waiting for someone to show up?” I said that I was just checking the place out and wasn’t expecting anyone. ”What happened to your friend?” I added. “Oh her, I dumped her. She was seeing someone else,” she said. Then she whispered in my ear, “If you’re looking for some fun it’s your lucky night”. My heart was pounding by now and I happily admitted I was. In no time we left the bar and got a taxi ride to her place.
During the short taxi journey she kept looking at me intently and when I asked her what was up she didn’t respond and kept looking at me. I told her my name was Bob and she told me her name was Alice and when we got to her place she said, “This is it. Welcome to Wonderland. “I laughed and said, “Here she is, Alice in Wonderland.” We walked in together and she led me to the living room where she asked me to sit down on the couch. “Before we go any further I need to make one thing crystal clear,” she said. “You will refer to me as Mistress Alice, ok?” I hesitated and said, “Ok Mistress Alice.” “Why did you take so long to answer, [slave](http://slave-selection.com/?P=A787698)?”
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