24/7 TPE

24/7 TPE slavery

I was still interested in 24/7 TPE with a female slave, after dismissing BBC, ASAP. Received several replies on my website some serious and some not so. It was hard to tell. This was before cell phones had the capabilities for image transmission, with a built-in camera or video. The normal was still just texting.  Before Video chatting, such as Skype was available although not much later video cam started to be available.

To protect her anonymity I will just call her “slave”. If I would use her name redacted or the initials that would give her away quite easily, unlike with my previous ones which are quite unlikely.

Upon looking at the emails, I selected hers as it sounded serious enough. Age-wise she was 2 years older than me and came across as an intelligent and accomplished woman. I was skeptical after BBC if she could fulfill her high heels! It would have to be an exceptional woman, as it turned out she could not even come close. The slave lived 820 miles north of me. A distance that could be driven in a day without too much effort, if one drove fast. She mentioned that she owned a two-door sports car, based on this fact it was doable. She sent me some images of her. Not the most up-to-date, but gave me an idea. The phone sounded pleasant and convincing about 24/7 TPE. She was blonde, about 5’7″ had a few extra pounds about 10 lbs over a normal weight so she said, but was willing to lose it. She asked me if I would make a cassette tape for her about my expectations in a 24/7 TPE slavery.  I made one and sent it to her. She called me back after receiving it and loved it. She mentioned that she was still married, but their marriage is falling apart and she wants out. She wanted to meet. I told her I’m not going to drive 820 miles. If she wanted this, she has to drive to me and see what happens. She indicated in about a week.

Five days later, on my day off Friday, I received a call from her that she is on her way. She should be at my home around 5 pm. Indeed, around 5 pm, I heard her car’s performance exhaust rumbling towards my house. She pulled into my driveway. She jumped out when I stepped out of the garage and hugged me. I was not exactly impressed. Over the stated the 10 lbs, by at least 40 lbs. She looked older than her stated age, although she did not lie. She had a nice perfume but tanned skin on her arms, neck, and face. Wore a dark green-tinted sun visor on her head and had short blonde (dyed) hair.

I invited her in. She told me about her drive. That it took her ten hours overall. That was 80 mph average by my calculation, and I am sure had to go faster to stop twice for gasoline. Her cruising range was about 350 miles give or take a few, about the same as my Z28. We shared the same engine platform. What I liked about her car; it was the same color as mine; it was a six-speed manual, but I didn’t like the loud exhaust or that it was a convertible. We chatted about a few other things, and I offered her the opportunity to refresh in the bathroom. After she stepped out of the shower got down to the ground on her knees and leaned forward placed her head on the tile and said her submission oath to me. I’ve informed her that she is accepted only temporarily bases, depending on testing her willingness to please. She was not exactly a pleasing sight for my eyes, as I am very visually driven. Way too much-hanging fat on her stomach, with sagging D cup tits, and dark medium-sized cunt lips. I preferred pink skin-colored over dark ones.  I was thinking perhaps she could work out as a household, perhaps cum and piss slave as long as I didn’t have to see her naked. Certainly not someone I would want to be seen with outside my home regularly. Since now she was here and naked in front of me might as well test her willingness to please.

Testing process

Told her to get up, placed a butterfly clip on her nipples with a chain attached, told her to get up on the bed face down ass up position. I started to fuck her hard in her cunt, but stopped before cumming then switched to her ass. Continued for about five minutes while I was pulling hard several times on the chain attached to the clamps on her nipples, I’ve heard her making some squealing noises in indicating that it hurt, then pulled out and told her to turn around and suck on my cock until I came in her mouth. She was fairly good at sucking and with her hands, swallowed my load without any issues. After that, I told her to get into the bathtub on her knees, open her mouth. I pissed into her mouth after being instructed to lick clean my cock. After that, I removed the clamps and ordered her to take a shower to clean off any piss droplets from her body and wash her teeth. She obliged without any flack. Once dry I told her to return to my bed, as I wanted to talk to her a bit, and asked if she wanted something to eat for a late dinner. She responded that her thirst was quenched by my pee, but she would like to have more of my cum if possible. I said she can after she gave me a good massage. She enquired if so far she pleased me?

She did everything that I asked her to do, so far so good I replied. These were just a very mild test, more will be done tomorrow.

Another thing I didn’t like besides her looks, which I kept to myself,  was the smell of her cunt it was very pungent almost repulsive during sex. When she got excited became very wet and along with her sex pheromones, it was not what I was used to from any previous encounters, of which I had plenty over the years. Everyone has a certain sex fragrance.  GT’s, the long-term sub who came “Gillian” after GT and I was with for six years, and BBC’s were pleasant, a mix of saltiness and sweetness, nectar which I could lick for hours and savour.  I had no desire to taste or even kiss her.

I laid on my stomach in the bed and instructed her to give a massage with the lavender oil used by BBC. Again her technique was far from what I was used to, but still pleasant. Her fingers were not as supple and just didn’t feel her enthusiasm. When she got to my butt cheeks, she pulled them apart and started to lick my asshole, gently rimming me. When I had enough of that I turned over and I let her massage me from my neck down, she stopped around my cock, but I told her to go all the way to my feet before she could return to it. Once done with both feet, she returned to my balls and cock which was now firm. She kissed and suck on it them and when I was ready to cum, I told her to open her mouth. My cum jetted into her mouth and tongue. Told her to extend her mouth for a while with my cum on it, and eventually, I let her swallow it. She was certainly very excited and wet from our activities, but I didn’t feel like fucking her. I told her to masturbate until she had an orgasm. I rolled over a drifted off the sleep.

I woke up early around 5:30, as I was used to being up early, even on my weekends or days off as my workdays started at 7 am. She lay in the bed almost like a beached whale with her extra blubber on her stomach. I wanted to wake her up, by pinching and squeezing her nipples, that certainly worked. I told her to get on the floor and say her oat, as it was required every morning. Mentioned to her if she sleeps in my bed, it was her job to wake me up by sucking on my cock until I ejaculated into her mouth or any other part of her body, which then she would have to lick off by using her fingers. I allowed her to speak, as it was forbidden unless I authorized it. Or during “free-time” in which she was allowed to ask questions and talk like a person and not as a slave. She mentioned that she will learn and apologized in case she did something wrong. I said for today I will overlook some mistakes, as it takes time to get used to her routine. However, it was detailed on my tape clearly what was expected and when. I needed to piss, I went to my toilet,  told her to hold my shaft while I peed. I stopped before I’d emptied my bladder and told the slave to open her mouth, and finished my pissing. She cleaned my cock head with her mouth. I shaved, brushed my teeth, took a shower and she was to be there with a warm towel and to dry me off. After that, she should shower and cleanse herself, and get dressed.

I was in the kitchen and made tea and toast for both of us. Told her to sit down for a talk. I’ve asked what clothes etc she brought with her. She mentioned that she had 4 banker’s boxes full of stuff, one contained her CDs, VHS tapes and DVDs, the rest of her clothing, etc. I was quite surprised that she managed to place those boxes into her car, not known for being able to carry so much. Told her to bring them in. We talked about her seriousness in committing, why she wanted to be my 24/7 TPE slave, and the fact that she was overweight and not quite up to my expectations. She promised to lose weight, especially on her belly, and as far as her commitment she will put her oath with her blood in writing. She was ready to be pierced and tattooed to show my ownership. After our talk I asked her to take a good friend of mine to the airport, it was about 30 minutes from my house one way, I’ve explained the route. Once she returned we would her continue her education and familiarization.

About an hour and a half passed before her return. She thought that my friend was quite good-looking (but not as good-looking as she was – now that was a real joke, my friend was 22 years younger and not overweight!)  and was nice to her although they didn’t talk as much she would had would like. I’ve mentioned to her that my friend knew about her and her status and wished good luck to both of us.  I’ve mentioned to the slave that my friend was not a topic she should ever consider thinking or talking about. Later my friend a few weeks called me confirming what has happened. Wondered if she still was with me, as the slave was just not my type! She was 100% correct!

I told the slave to unpack her stuff, went through some of her CDs DVS, etc, pointing out the ones I liked. I was not into the Country & Western and other stuff she liked. Not that these mattered to me, she could listen to them while I was not at home. I allowed her to write her oath in her blood, which she did by pricking her finger and letting enough to drop in a small plastic tray to do so with a real quill. Once dried she presented it to me. I’ve collard her told her to shed off her clothes and get on her hand and knees, I’ve placed a leash on her and told her to follow me. I’ve led her to the bathroom and placed a kitchen wooden chair in the middle. Told her to bend over the back of it with her ass and back facing me. Got my crop out and told her to start counting out loud the number of slashes and after each one to say “Thank you, Master hit your slave harder!” I started on her ass, after number four, I could feel her voice trembling, moved down a bit, and after count number eight up again all the way to her back. I stopped at the number thirteen. Nice red welts started showing on her skin but none broke the skin which I didn’t want to do. She shed a few tears but did not scream. I’ve told her to sit on the chair and spread her legs to expose her cunt “do not make a sound!”  I cropped her there first with gentle hits and increased them to medium until the skin around her crotch was nice and red, but without any marks while at the same oozing from her wetness. She became excited by my cropping. I told her if she misbehaved I would do this to her but with much more intensity that would break her skin and bleed. It was in her best interest to cooperate to avoid harsh or harsher punishment. I placed a bottle of skin moisturizer near her.  I took off the collar, told her to take a shower to wash off the sweat, etc, and put some on to help heal her skin. Once clean and proper put some clothes on and join me in the kitchen for lunch with her collar on and the leash attached.

While she did as instructed I went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Ham and cheese sandwich with sliced tomatoes and cucumbers. To drink iced peach-flavored tea. Told her to sit down by the table and eat. I’ve asked her how she felt etc. She indicated that she understood her function as my slave. I reinforced that that is all she is not my girlfriend, lover, etc, she never will be either. Informed that on Sunday I will have her clit pierced. She said she is prepared for that. After our lunch, we went through her clothing and picked out the ones I hated, and told her to put them back into the box.

I’ve asked about her computer skills, as she indicated that she was savvy with computers in our correspondence. We sat down in front of my monitor the computer booted up and I opened the website files that I designed and written. She would have to edit and check for proper grammar, by copying them to Word and replacing and resizing some new images that I wanted to place on the site. She could copy and paste into Word, gee nothing technical about that, but looked very dumbfounded when it came to images. Totally clueless. So once again she overstated her skills just as much about her looks and weight. Just as I thought, more talk than skills. I could never understand how she could hold managerial and sales function in her former jobs. At least her grammar was better than mine since it was her native language and for me, it was just secondary. She liked to talk, maybe for sales with little knowledge and a lot of BS, perhaps could impress with some sophisticated words.

It was time for dinner and I showed her how I like my fresh salmon fillets done. At least that she picked up quickly. After dinner I told her to do the dishes, clean up the kitchen and join me in the living room watching a DVD, by my feet. Which soon turned into a lick kiss and suck fest servicing my anus and cock, quite fast. After the movie, I retired for an evening massage, and the day was over.

Pierced

Sunday morning started with her waking me up the proper way, her oath, shave shower, etc. After breakfast, I sat down by my computer to look up the closest tattooing and piercing place to get the slave pierced. I didn’t want her to be tattooed just yet. I had more and more doubts about her being my live-in 24/7 TPE slave. While she performed better than average, her overall looks, just bothered me, as well as she overstated intelligence more and more. Being pierced would not matter to her in the long run. It would even make her more suitable for another Master who did not have a hang-up as I did about looks. All my relationships with females from vanilla to slave all were good-looking. None were overweight, but more than that, very intelligent. I didn’t feel like cooking for lunch. I wanted to eat pizza. There were not too many good pizza places in town. Most were the standard franchised crap, which tasted like cardboard or like a frozen pizza.  There was one on the west end, where I ate before several times. A small Italian family-owned place. They did not deliver but no big deal. They opened at 11 am, and I ordered for pick-up a large pizza with double cheese, pepperoni, mushrooms, green olives, red peppers well done.  We drove to pick it up which was about 10 minutes away. She wore black high heels, black stockings, no underwear, a short black skirt, and a white top with a white bra underneath to hold up her tits. Upon our return, we ate half of it, saved the rest for dinner, with homemade iced tea.

She did the dishes and we left to get her pierced in her clit. On the way I asked the slave if she was apprehensive about it, remembering BBC’s anxiety and delays well. The slave said as long as I was beside her while being done it should be fine.  It happened without much drama. She got into a chair similar to a barber’s, spread her legs wide.  The guy wore gloves, used a  new sterile needle, she grabbed my hand and squeezed it when he put the needle through her clit. A stainless-steel ring was placed into it. She was given written instruction and a special small tube of ointment to use to help her heal. The slave asked if she could get my initials tattooed just above her cunt opening since we were at the salon. I said not yet, she has to earn it. I guess she was a bit disappointed by my answer. The slave wanted to show me that she meant the 24/7 TPE and her oath 100%. She paid for the piercing and would have to for the tattooing too if that would’ve had happened..

On the way back I took her on a slight scenic trip and showed her where I worked. The slave mentioned that she would be delighted if I would allow her to drive me to work in the morning and pick me up from work. If I took the highway to work it could take me 15-20 minutes in the morning and 30+ minutes returning. However, in the afternoon I usually took a different route, and I would check my Post Office box at the same time for any mail, parcels, etc. Mail was not delivered to my house only to a community mailbox nearby, which I never trusted. For any parcels, I would have to go Post Office located further to pick them up than the one I used. Go figure! I drove by the Post Office and on a nearby vacant lot there were some sunflowers,  I picked some, since I love sunflowers, and made a couple of fast donuts creating a bit of a dust storm with my car. The slave enjoyed as much as I. When we got home I placed the flowers into a vase. Told her to get undressed and put on her collar and return to heat up the pizza. Serve mine, and while I ate, to get under the table and suck on my cock. She enjoyed licking, sucking so much but told her to slow it down. When I was ready to ejaculate told her to get her slices of pizza and aim my cock so it jets on the slice for extra flavoring. She thanked me for this and ate her dinner. She washed the plates after I’ve inspected her piercing, it look good.  The slave said she was a bit tender. I gave her time off for the rest of the evening apart from the massage before bed.

Taxi service

Monday back to work, typical morning routine for both of us. The only difference was that she would be dress and drive me to work, in her car, and return back to my house. I left her with a few tasks to. I needed my kitchen window curtains shortened, that would occupy her for most of the day, as she had to hem them by hand. I called her in the morning to check up upon her. Shortly after my call, I received a strange call. It was from her husband, begging me to send her back to him. WTF! How did he get my number?  I called up the slave and asked about this. She admitted that she left contact number with him, just in case she was got into trouble and she didn’t call him by Monday. She did called him earlier on her cell phone (which she forgot to tell me!!) asked him to send down her sewing machine. I was livid, but I had to keep my voice down and in control, after all I was at work. The cubicles in the office were 6 ft tall but not exactly sound proof. She said would take care of it. She called me back just after my lunch break that he will never call me again. I told her to be on time at 5 pm. Every minute she was late, she would be whipped hard!

At 5 pm when I stepped out the side door was used only by employees with card access. Her car was parked near. I walked over, got in, and we drove to Post Office and then to my house. I was displeased with her. Back at home “What the fuck else I should know about? Better tell me now, before I lose my temper and I whip your hide raw! I never punished anyone before out of anger but you are now pushing me in a direction I do not want to go!” She said, “I forgot to tell you that I have a 9 mm gun in my glove box!”  Great! Just fucking great! I went to get it, it was loaded, I took the clip out and checked the chamber, it was empty. I told her to strip, got my heavy-duty chain about 8 ft long, I locked one around her ankles and the rest around the toilet with a padlock. “You will sleep here today, no supper, nothing, if I hear the slightest sound out of you will gag you and give you 20 lashes with my bullwhip and you ain’t going like that!”

Left her to think about it, and I made supper for myself. I was about to send her home the next day…

In the morning, I woke up, gave her a bottle of water. Shaved, showered, etc in my other bathroom and I left for work, leaving her chained to my toilet. I was worried a bit perhaps she was big and strong enough to pull the toilet off the floor. Luckily she wasn’t that stupid. I would have made her pay for any damages. She came down with about $400 cash, and so far she only used only about $60 for the piercing. When I got home she was sitting on the toilet, she consumed her water from the bottle. When I stepped in front of her, she got down to her oath position, with her head on the floor, and begged for my forgiveness. I was still upset and told her “I will give you one more chance and that is it, you will go back to your spineless cuckold husband, who begged me to send you back.” She stated that “she meant what was in her oath, and I own her car and everything she has. She used her own money to buy it as she was an account executive and made good money before she was laid off!”  In that case, you should transfer your car to my name — was my reply. She could not because the car was registered in both of their names and she required his signature on the ownership. However, willing to file for a divorce and she should get 50% of their house too. She had both sets of keys with her, so I symbolically took one set. I said will see what will happen in the next couple of weeks. I was not truly interested in her property and while I liked her car to a degree, I hated the fact it was a convertible. While hers was slightly faster, mine was quieter and more comfortable.

The rest of the long week (working for 5 days) passed without drama. I never allowed her to drive me to work again. I was still thinking to send her home after all the grief she caused me. For Saturday I’ve planned for us to go to Tucson look around the city and visit the aircraft museum. I told her to drive her car and pay for the trip. She was a good driver and shifted the 6-speed manual transmission with precision. I’ve noticed she liked to drive fast like I did, at least we shared something in common. It was a good day to relax and try to forget all the crap I faced with her so far. On Sunday she helped remove the weeds from my front and back yard. Even in the arid climate, weeds grew too fast. She noticed I liked cactuses, as I started to plant some — as I liked their flowers when they bloomed. She liked my photography skill, but she was worse than BBC when it came to image taking, even with my small Nikon digital camera, a complete klutz when it came to my 35mm SLR. She was interested in learning, so I gave her some credit for that. I tried to avoid taking images of her, even with her clothes on she was just not appealing to me. By this time her clit healed enough to attach my leash to it. Inside the house, she had a black bustier on so her tits would not sag, with black stockings and black high heels, but once in a while, she was just nude when she followed me on her hands and knees. She lost a pound of fat, but to lose another twenty would be a challenge as her skin was sagging too on her belly. The only real answer was liposuction and excess skin removal surgery. But that was around $5-8K and I would not pay for it even if I would have the dollars for it. She didn’t have that kind of money until her divorce which could drag out for more than a year when selling the co-owned house.

The following week was my short week and I would get Friday off. It was not without an incident. Tuesday after returning from work, I wanted a glass to drink some wine and went to the cabinet where I kept my glasses. I found pots and pans instead! I’ve asked the bitch “what the fuck is going on here?” She replied “Oh, re-arranged everything as it made more sense to me since I was doing the cooking for the past week!” I told her to put everything back the way they were before she re-arranged them. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back as far as I was concerned. But I did not want to tell her until Thursday afternoon when I returned from work, to ensure she would damage my property out of spite. I had that happen to me before! On Thursday after I returned I told her she better start packing her stuff, including the sewing machine as we were done! She thought I was kidding! She told me “do not want to go back to Xxxx, she would prefer to remain my slave.” I said no way. Go stay with your daughter 370 miles northwest from my home. I do not care where you go, just go. Friday morning I drove her down in my car to the Post Office to mail her banker’s boxes to her house, as she didn’t want her daughter to know about what happened. Her husband did not brag about her leaving him. After that, we drove back and I gave her the car key back, the gun and told her to leave. She did with regret. Around my birthday she contacted me indicating she bought me a Ferrari F1 jacket, as she knew I liked Ferraris, and Formula 1 racing, and sent it by mail.

The later years…

It was not the end of “our” relationship, in her mind, she was still my 24/7 TPE slave for the next 12 years. We met only met three times in those years, and I started to call her “worthless cunt” to remind her that is how I felt about her. She was not worth being my 24/7 TPE slave. Think about it for a minute, that is a very strong statement.

The first time we met was about a year later, halfway between my residence and hers. I enjoyed driving to the Rockies for photography, she offered to pay for the hotel, etc, for a three-day long weekend.  I drove to our meeting place on Thursday after work. She wanted to get back to me. She lost a few more pounds, let the hair grow down to her shoulders, and was a lot less tanned, but still didn’t look good to me.  On Friday we drove up to her city in her car, let her drive, I left mine in the hotel parking lot.  Looked around wasn’t impressed by it, went to some botanical garden to take images of flowers. After that, she took me to a Mexican restaurant. Perhaps she forgot that I didn’t like Mexican food. That did not go down well. We drove back to the hotel three hours south. We ate at a Western-style steak house. We were served by a cute waitress in her mid-twenties. I asked her if she wanted to join us for a threesome. She gave me a deep French kiss, and said OK with you but not with your wife.  I said she wasn’t my wife, but nothing came out of it.  So I fucked the slave in the face-down ass up position, and let her suck my cock all night. Saturday we just looked around the nearby very scenic areas,  after some burgers and fries for lunch.  Had dinner at the same steak house, but then that particular waitress  I liked wasn’t working. We went back to the hotel room for some mild M/s sessions, got a good massage. On Sunday,  after breakfast, I left for home which took me four hours.

She called me for weeks after that, as she knew I was not in love with the city where I lived. How about we go see Florida together for a couple of days? I had holidays coming to me. I decided to take an extra day off from my second every Friday. I would leave to see her in Tampa, if she paid for my flight, stay, etc. She said she still had enough points saved up from her previous work, for three nights at a good hotel, so she would gladly pay for my flight, car rental, food, etc. So she booked my flight and we both flew to Tampa, I landed 20 minutes before she did. We met in the lobby and went over to the car rental area. She had a car reserved in her married name, instead of her maiden name, and her credit card showed the maiden name. Another mess, and on top of that the card got declined as she was almost charged to the max. Luckily for her, I had my Visa with me, ironic since she used to work for Visa previously as an account manager. I had to put the car rental on my credit card, which she would have to pay back. She did after she got home. I liked Florida, while it was more humid than where I lived, it had more things to offer in so many ways and a bit more culture too. I was thinking of moving there. The days went by quite quickly and we had several sightseeing trips from west to east all the way to Miami and back. We even experienced a huge fire by the Everglades.  She ended up crying a few times, as she realized that I was just not into her, while she tried to please me sexually, even drinking my piss, etc. I was not interested in her as a person or as a slave living with me. She also had four more piercings with stainless steel rings in her cunt lips, two on each side about one inch above each other so I could lock her lips together and “wc” tattooed above her cunt lips, she was desperate to belong to me.  But doing this just made me laugh at her because she wasn’t worldly enough to know what “wc” meant in Europe. By doing this she essentially debased and declared herself as a toilet! She was so desperate to belong to me in 24/7 TPE it was pathetic.  I only wished that BBC would have been so dedicated!!!!

The slave became one of those unflushable ones. No matter how one rejects, humiliates them just want to hang on to their fantasies of being involved with me. I decided to change my tactic, there are different types of slavery. She can be my financial slave. Meaning she will buy me things that I want. She started to work part-time, she can use a part of her earnings for that. Maybe that would wake her up and she would just “say fuck it he doesn’t want any part of me!”

There was a new Nikon DSLR with a standard lens on the market, told her to buy it for Christmas and send it to me. She did. In March the following year, I saw an 18K gold Cartier watch on eBay that was similar to what I used to have, although not as expensive, it was not cheap.  She got it on eBay for me, while it was a genuine Cartier, it didn’t work well. There was something wrong with the quartz movement and had to be replaced. I took it down to the Cartier store in the city. They replaced the movement for a mere $800. She paid for it.  Then came my birthday I needed a zoom lens with a long focal length, she got an 80-400mm Nikon lens, at the time it was over $1200 new.

In early 2005 I moved back to Xxxxxxx after I sold my house.  I wanted to do photography professionally, upgraded my Nikon DSLR and lenses to pro-grade, she paid a good chunk of dollars towards that too. I made a new website, needed her to check my wordage for spelling and grammar, she did. In a way, I put her to work now promoting my site and images. Later on, I started to do an online electronic format magazine, before it became popular. I traveled to a lot of locations in the USA and worldwide, and again she paid for about 40% of the costs.

At one of these trips was our final meeting. On my way to the west coast in my car, I stopped near her city. I’ve stayed for a couple of days at a hotel, near her part-time job. After work she drove over in her “my car” she still considered being mine. She even sent me the key for it once again a year before our meeting. She changed a lot, looked much older than she was, and just as overweight as I originally met her. She wanted to suck on my cock, rim my anus,  swallow my piss, get fucked, etc. The usual that she liked, she brought her collar, leash, chains, and locks with her too. We ended up with a bit of M/s play for a couple of hours. Needless to say, her cuckold husband was not aware of any of this. Although I have no idea how she explained that she worked but hardly had any money as she sent me more than half of her monthly earnings to help finance my trips. The next day we met again for more M/s fun. In a way, our meeting was her reward for being a good financial slave.  On the third day in the morning, we met for breakfast and I left towards the west coast. I never saw her in person again. She sent me some images of herself in all kinds of poses in the nude with handcuffs, chains, clips, gags,  leash attached to her clit ring, etc.

Over the years, we kept in touch by cell phone that she gave me as she had an unlimited North American plan on it, that is what she said, but maybe not. I didn’t care, she paid the charges. I was quite busy doing the magazine and the website. I had no time for anything else, including looking for another 24/7 TPE slave, but I enjoyed it. Upgrading my cameras and lenses as necessary for the job. She was part of my success, which kept her hopes alive or at least her fantasies for being my 24/7 TPE slave in reality even moving up to Xxxxxxx. I guess, she did become that but financially until late 2015.  She lost her job once again. I returned her “my” car key and cell phone. We just drifted apart more and more apart. Once in a while, she still sends me an email, but even those became less frequent. We both got older, with different priorities. While I never truly liked her, I did admire her vigor, perseverance in trying to be my 24/7 TPE slave. Keeping her oath to me, even after being rejected several times. I must have got into her psyche without even trying to. I was her Lord, Master even from thousands of miles apart. An invisible chain that she attached to me that lasted for 12 years! If she would have been a bit more attractive, a bit more intelligent, or at least not overstate her capabilities trying to impress me, she could have made a good slave in reality not just in her mind. One can read her ramblings about us here.