Workin' For The Boss!

Howdy y'all! Since Ms Sassa says I'm supposed to keep a blog diary of what we do, I'd better get ta writin' because I called her a few nights ago, and boy did we do somethin'!

It was two calls ago that Ms Sassa last gave me permission to have an orgasm, and between havin' to reschedule a few calls, and gettin' worked up and then denied on the last one, I was startin' to think I was gonna forget how one felt.

Ms Sassa told me in an IM before the call to wear a more formal office type outfit instead of what I usually wear, which is either a blouse and denim mini with thigh highs, or just a pair of panties. Either one gives me better access to things that need accessin', but Ms Sassa had a different theme in mind that night. So I ended up callin' her while I was wearin' a slinky blouse over my bra, and an almost knee length pencil skirt over a pair of pantyhose and panties. The pencil skirt was a bad choice because I could barely spread my legs while I was sittin' in the chair.

Once we started talkin', I found out why she picked out the office theme for my outfit. Seems Ms Sassa wants a personal secretary to do some things for her, and for some reason she figured that I'm the one for the job. I'm not real sure what duties she's got in mind for me, but I'm gonna find out just as soon as she sends me the employment contract she's writin' up. She did tell me that I'm gonna have to follow some kind of office dress code whenever I'm doin' any work for her. I think she wanted me to start gettin' used to dressin' like that by makin' me wear that outfit for the call.

We finally got around to playin' and because I had so many things blockin' access to my back door, Ms Sassa decided that instead of the Aneros that we usually use, I was gonna have some fun with my vibrator instead. I wasn't allowed to take off any clothes, but she told me to pull up my skirt far enough to let me stick that vibe down alongside my poor neglected clitty and turn it on. Let me tell ya, it wasn't easy to get that tight skirt pulled up far enough, but when I think I'm gonna have a chance at an orgasm, believe you me, I'll find a way to pull the dang thing up! I wasn't allowed to rub anything directly, so she told me to rub through the pantyhose and panties. No lubrication, no nothin'. She told me it's time I find out how a real secretary would have to do it at her desk at work.

Boy did that vibe feel goooooood! But it was slow goin' on the rubbin', because it felt so much different than it usually does, especially since I was rubbin' through two layers of fabric. Ms Sassa kept teasin' and talkin' me up the slope towards the edge, but I was gettin' worried that I might not be able to make it over the top because of all the clothes that were in the way. But we kept going, with her teasing the stuffins out of me, and when I finally felt like I was gettin' close, she started toyin' with the idea that maybe she might just make me stop again, and I'd have to wait until next time. I was gettin' so close by then that I couldn't bear the thought of havin' to stop, and I think I kinda went a little crazy and started pleadin' with her to please let me finish this time. I don't exactly remember even wantin' to say it, but the phrase "I'LL DO ANYTHING" just blurted out of my mouth all by itself. More than once, too! Now, I'm not one of those "dumb as a bag of rocks" girls. I know what that phrase means when I use it around Ms Sassa, but I was so desperate that I just went ahead and done it anyway.

Just as soon as the words were outta my dumb ol' mouth, Ms Sassa laughed real hard and pointed out that yeah, she didn't miss what I said, and that she was gonna file it away and use it whenever she felt like it, and it could be today, tomorrow, or maybe next year. It didn't matter when, I said it, and she was gonna use it. I'm in deep doodoo now, don't you know it! Elvis help me!

Anyhow, after I made that stupid move, Ms Sassa picked back up with her teasin', and she got me right up to the edge. When she told me to go ahead and cum for her, over the top I went! Oh my, the feelin' was awesome. It was so different! Rubbin' through the panties and pantyhose took a little longer maybe, but that must've built up the feeling a lot more, because when that orgasm washed over me, it just seemed to last and last, and oh my Lord it was such an intense feeling! I'm almost ashamed to tell y'all, but I made such a mess inside my panties, and I had to wear them like that until I got my shower before goin' to bed. I'm glad I didn't have to go out to the store like that, because I'm sure I woulda smelled like some slut who was on her way home from an overnight bukkake party.

Ms Sassa, you were sooo good as always, thank you for finally lettin' me have my orgasm! I hope you don't make me wait so long for the next one, and I hope you'll take it sorta easy on me about that anything business. But since it looks like I'll be workin' for you, I'll find out soon enough what your plans are.

Debi Mae

Dream A Little Dream Of You!

Have you ever had a dream that you woke up from and had the most definte feeling that it really happened? Well, I did just that a couple of nights ago and it left me scared and excited all at the same time.

That night started out like any normal night, and I was browsing away on the Internet. That's when I noticed a new IM had come in and it was Mistress Sassa. As I typed out a reply, I realized that my hands had started to shake and my palms started to sweat. I don't know why they do that, but they do. It's either some kind of conditioned response, or maybe my hands know something that I don't.

Mistress Sassa was between calls that night and said she saw that I was signed in, so she decided to send me a few pictures that I'd been bugging her for. I had promised y'all to show you how beautiful Mistress Sassa was, and I've been beggin' for a nice pic of her to post here in the blog. So before I finish this story about the dream, here she is!

She's awesome, isn't she? No wonder my hands get sweaty. So back to my story. After she sent me the pictures, we chatted for a little while, and that's when Mistress said she was going to go get herself a drink. I think she drinks those mint julep things that all Southern Belles drink, but I didn't have a chance to ask her, because when she got back, she told me that it would be real impolite of me to let her drink alone, and so I was going to be drinking with her. I told her that all I had was some tequila, but she told me to get that and pour one for myself. After I finished the first one, she told me to have another. Then another. And another.

Well, I'm kinda a wimp when it comes to alcohol, so it wasn't long before I was kinda tipsy and having to type everything 2 or 3 times to get it right. While she got me snookered, we chatted about how I hadn't been allowed to have an orgasm in a coon's age. The last time we had a call, she took me right on up to the edge of one and then, bang, she told me to stop playin' with myself. I've been in a pretty sorry state ever since then, and I've been gettin' really excited at the drop of a hat. Drinkin' the tequila sure wasn't helping me any. When I drink, I tend to turn into a horny little thing anyway, but going so long without an orgasm makes it a million times worse.

She started talking about things that she knew would get me going, and she was giggling and totally enjoying what she was doing to me. She already knows all my little hot buttons, because I can't keep my stupid little mouth shut when she asks me about my fetishes. I swear she must write them all down, cause she doesn't ever forget a single one of 'em. I'm sure y'all will find out what they are too, since Mistress just told me I'm supposed to start writing about 'em in here. It wasn't too long before she had a call comin' in and had to leave. I always hate to see her go, but it was probably a good thing that night, because between being tipsy and having my defenses down, It was really getting hard to keep from rubbin' my poor clitty. which I wasn't allowed to do either. It was gettin' kinda late anyway, so I turned off the computer and pretty much just fell onto the bed and passed out.

Next thing I know, the alarm is going off, waking me up out of one of those dreams where you have to lay there and think for a few minutes to see if it was a dream or if it was really happenin'. From what I can remember about it, I can tell ya that it was about Mistress Sassa. I dreamed I was stayin' in a spare room at her house. I think I wasn't able to leave, but I don't remember if I had a chain on my ankle or if I was just locked in the room. But what was happenin' was that every day, Mistress would bring me out and sit me in either a kitchen chair or lay me on this cool massage table she has, and then she'd tie me onto them so I couldn't get up or hardly even struggle.

When I was tied down good and tight, either she or a friend of hers that she invited over would start workin' on me. One time she had her friend, who worked in a salon doing that permanent makeup stuff, tattoo heavy black eyeliner and shadow on my eyes, and when she was done with that, she did the same thing to my lips, but since this was a dream, I really can't remember the colors she used. She also waxed and plucked my brows into thin little arched lines. The dream is a little fuzzy now, but I know that every day, I got something new done to me. One time, it was Mistress Sassa, who injected something into my lips, leaving them looking even fatter than the lips that Octomom woman has. I was told that those would be coming in handy soon. On another day, I got these really long acrylic nails put on, and I was told I'd be sorry if I broke any of them. I remember the color on those though. They were pink. I know that I also had all the hair between my legs removed. Both Mistress and her friend worked me over pretty good, and Mistress was just about to start workin' on my hair when I woke up. I have no idea what she was plannin' to do to it, but I'm sure it was gonna be impressive, since she told me a few times before how much she loves doin' people's hair.

I believe that dreams usually mean something important, so I keep wondering what this dream meant. Was it just because of all the tequila I drank that night? Mistress Sassa told me when I first submitted to her that she had big plans for me. Am I seeing my future with this dream? It's got me more than a little bit nervous, cross my heart and hope to die. Every night since then I've tried to get the dream to come back so I can see the ending, but I can't get the dream to come back again. To be honest, I'm disappointed that it hasn't. The original dream mighta been kinda scary, but I was pretty danged excited when I woke up.

I guess I'll wait and see what Mistress thinks about it, and what she thinks it might mean. I'm way overdue to call her, and maybe I'll finally get to have that orgasm before I break down and start begging and saying the magic "anything" word to her.

There's one last thing I wanted to say before I go. Y'all really should call Mistress and do some playin'. You'll love it, and maybe you can keep her busy so she isn't bored and wantin' to get me drunk as a skunk again. Y'all see what happened the last time. Sometime in the next couple of days I'll be putting up a call button here in the blog to make it easy for you to find her whenever ya get the itch.

Debi Mae

Hello and Welcome!

Hello everyone, and welcome to my blog! It's still under construction, so please excuse all the mess and the dust. I'll have it all cleaned up soon.

First, to be polite, I should introduce myself. My name is Debi Mae Sims and I'm your average warm and friendly Southern girl living in Texas. Well, maybe not all that average, but you'll see what I mean as we go along.

Why did I decide to start this blog? Well, silly, I'll tell you! A short time ago, I met an amazing Dominant Woman named Lady Sassa, and I wanted to keep a diary of my experiences as her submissive. Yes, you heard me right, I said submissive. I figured the title of the blog might've already tipped you off but you never know. I've always felt like I had a submissive streak in me, and as soon as I met her, I realized that she fills a very real need in my life. I just hope she doesn't get too awful tired of me and boot me out the door.

I'm going to write more about my adventures with Lady Sassa as I go along, and I'll link you to her websites too, so maybe you'll get to meet and know this awesome lady too. I'll be posting some of her pictures for you if she lets me. You guys are going to drool when you see her pictures, and probably a lot of you girls will too!

I talked to Ms Sassa earlier tonight on the phone, and in my next post I'll tell you more about what we did tonight. It's getting kind of late right now, and I still need to get some ideas on laying out this blog before I go to bed. Sweet dreams to you all! Nite nite!

Debi Mae