An Interview with Mistress
      Submitted on 06/18/08


The following interview was conducted with Mistress while she rested her 
bare feet upon the collared slave known as Thing who laid silently 
throughout the dialogue, naked and with cock erect the entire time.  In the 
transcript below, "I" denotes the interviewer's questions and "M" are 
Mistress' responses.

I:  Why do you seem, Mistress, to prefer your slave, your Thing, collared 
and naked except for the collar?

M:  Well, to my mind, he is precisely that...a thing, more of an it than a 
person.  Thing lives to worship me and do my bidding and obey my every whim. 
I have taken over his mind completely.  I keep him naked because he is an 
animal and animals do not wear clothes.  The only time Thing wears 
anything - no pun intended - is when I harness him or put him in bondage. 
Otherwise, being constantly kept naked...he learns to do away with all 
shame, with all pretense of being an ordinary human male dressing in street 
clothes or suits.  Naked he came into this world - MY world - and naked he 
shall leave it.  Except for the collar. That remains.  That identifies him 
as MINE.  If you'll notice, my name is written on the collar.

I:  Yes, and I see how you hold the chain affixed to his collar while he  - 
it - the Thing is being used as a footrest.  Why the emphasis on the leather 
posture collar and dog-chain?

M:  I think the sight of the naked male beast with a perpetual hardon - due 
to his ONLY being allowed ejaculation when I decree - which is infrequent 
and must be worked for - I think the sight of the naked slave is extremely 
erotic and thrilling.  And the collar adds to this thrill.  I control the 
slave.  He cannot stray.  He cannot escape.  I can drag him wherever I want 
to by the chain around his neck.  I can shorten the chain and connect it to 
a high heel so that the slave must crawl on the floor at my feet wherever I 
go - or choke!  I can chain him to a post outside by the collar and leave 
him there, knowing he must remain exactly where I have left him.  Sometimes 
I like to put a smaller collar and chain around his little head (his cock) 
and then have control of him via the big dumb head and the smaller dumber 
head.  It's a hoot to see me pull him about by his neck and the neck around 
his penis.  I also use the neck collar and chain to tug on to issue a 
variety of commands.  Like now, for instance.  One tug means "Sniff loudly." 
Do you hear him?

I:  Yes!  (Laughter)  He sounds most beastial sniffing your toes.  Are they 
unwashed?

M:  Mostly the only way they are ever cleaned is by his slave tongue.  Two 
tugs - like this - means for him to open his mouth so that I can foot-fuck 
it.  See how far my foot slides into his stretched mouth?  Now watch - I can 
almost get two feet into his hole.  Funny, isn't it?

I:  (Laughing)  Indeed!  He has quite a big mouth!

M:  Well, it took alot of practice.  I stretched it over several months with 
my high-heeled feet, you know, one heel in each corner, widening his mouth 
til he looked like a jack-o-lantern.  I will show you some of the pictures I 
took when I was doing this to him.  They are a riot!  Now....three tugs 
means lick between the toes.  Four tugs means lick heel to balls of the 
feet.  Five tugs means kneel before me on all fours, legs spread so that I 
can ball-kick him.  I love to ball-bust him and watch him jump and squirm 
and grunt his pain.  Pity the Thing cannot do anything about it.   My feet 
have rendered him totally docile and powerless.  He lives the life of a 
naked and collared Thing just to lick them.  Sometimes just a sniff will add 
immeasurably to his day!  (Laughter)

I:  Naked and collared - it makes sense!

M:  Of course.  Naked...he remains vulnerable to my whips and crops.  I can 
also monitor his erection constantly.  As I said, I demand he always remain 
hard and at full attentive salute in my presence as a sign of his desire for 
me.  He must always be erect whether his cock is touched or not.  Sometimes 
I whip it with my crop - sometimes I use a feather to torment that big 
prick - other times I just leave it in frustration and watch it throb and 
pulsate with unfulfilled passion.  Many times I rub it with my divine feet - 
sometimes gentle and then out of nowhere - whamo - I bust his nuts and it is 
a hoot!  Sometimes I use my hands also.  Often when he is allowed to cum, I 
will drop the nasty thing just as his spurt starts and he will have an 
untouched, frustrated orgasm.  It is fun to watch the cream squirt out onto 
his belly, the throbbing tool dancing about, untouched.  I may tickle his 
balls when he is squirting, just to be a tad kind.

I:  Do you ever make your Thing jerk itself off?

M:  Oh, yes!  I call them Command Performances.  He may be made to kneel and 
stroke his dong to my instructions - you know, slow, fast, faster - STOP! 
Or he may be made to stand  at absolute attention and wank.  Sometimes he 
must squat on newspapers and slime away into a dog dish. Or jerk it while he 
worms a finger into his ass. Othertimes, I'll make him pull his silly pud 
while standing on one leg - or while barking like a dog - or while singing 
me a song - or standing on his head - or I will make him hump the floor or 
squirt onto my foot or an old shoe which he must then lick clean.  The 
possibilities are endless!  Sometimes he must throw his legs back over his 
head while lying on the floor and squirt onto his own face which I then rub 
into his skin with my toes...which eventually get cleaned off in his mouth. 
I love to watch him wank - it is so amusing, especially when I get him close 
and tell him that I have changed my mind.  Or sometimes I permit him to 
cream...but I command him NOT to so show ANY emotion whatsoever - no 
pleasure, no facial ecstasy, no groans of animal pleasure.  Just like a 
Thing.....like a toothpaste tube being squeezed - out comes his cum, but you 
would never know it was jetting from a living cock on a living man.  So 
funny!

I:  Wow, Mistress.....Is there no end to your imagination?

M:  I like to think not!!!!!  Imagination is Life.  Without it....what is 
the point?  A poor world this would be indeed were it NOT for Imagination. 
And Mistresses and their worshipful slaves!  I do so adore my poor Thing...

At this point in the conversation the Mistress tugged on the slave's collar 
and he began to lick between her sweaty, sock-lint caked toes.  The Mistress 
and her Interviewer laughed at this while Thing merely did his loving duty.