Oh what, like you didn’t think I was gunna write about it? C’mon. Hahaha.
So let’s see. Where to begin. ..Ahh yes. The beginning:
As you know, I have been looking for some half-way decent r/t slaves for quite a while now. This online bullshit only takes you so far, and on par with my character, I want MORE! So naturally, I decided a real-time boy, or 2, or 3, or 100 would do the trick as I haven’t had one of those in a couple years. Oh yes, I’ve had r/t meets of course, but nothing with even the hint of consistency. But I said I’d start at the beginning so here we are. I have a so-far loyal puppet online whom I named “vant”. He had proven himself in multiple ways, but had also lost a few points along the way for lying about not having a notebook. Earth to Miss Dolly.. when a boy lies, a boy’s finished. But I didn’t see it that way for him. He had massive potential. With “submissive” for a title and “maid” in his heart, I knew I’d get a lot out of him. He had a hint of financial with an accent of open-mindedness that I found perfect. So let’s give it a shot then, shall we?
First off, we had half-way scheduled to meet the weekend before last but long story short, he was nervous. It worked out better for me as well as this gave me more time to prepare for his arrival…and by that I mean, mess things up! I ate food without rinsing my dish. I left trash lying around everywhere. I was a lazy asshole and loved it, knowing that he’d be here this weekend to do all the dirty work for pretty Miss Dolly. So, it’s Friday and we’d talked about him coming down on Saturday. I messaged him at some point and told him the procedure. He was to be at such-and-such address by such-and-such time, do you comply? Yes Ma’am. That sort of thing.
Late.
..Why in the fucking world would I wait for a loser to meet me? I don’t care if you’re a god damn millionaire with a castle filled with all my favorite things, if I tell you to meet me at a specific time, sharp, on the dot, that’s when you should be there. ZERO EXCUSES. It is YOUR job, not mine, to account for all possibilities that may lead you to be late. It is YOUR job, not mine, to work around that. It is YOUR job, not mine, to do what the fuck I say…and it’s YOUR job, not mine, to have half a brain. ..I have twice as much, but we all know I’m tons better than you could ever be anyway.
So, let’s back-track. He’s already lied to me once. I told him to keep a journal/notebook, he said ok. I asked “Writing much in your notebook?”, he said yes. Hence.. the having of the notebook. Then a week later or so he confesses, “I never got a notebook”. Nimrod.
So here I am, waiting for 10m. Then I think, “What the hell am I waiting here for?”, *drive off*. A couple hours later, and several angry messages from me later, he responds “I was caught up in Houston, I got to our rendezvous 20m late, I’m sorry.” Ok, fine, whatever. I was sick, but I was in a very good mood because of my medication. That, and I’m not completely inconsiderate. He did drive 5hr to meet me. Let’s give the poor guy a chance to make it up to me.
After HOURS of frustration from this idiot, we finally meet at a restaurant nearby because I know he can’t be late to it. It’s within eyesight of his hotel window. …but wait… Some beyond belief happens… He’s late.. again? Ahh yes. This time, I don’t mention it. I’m now thinking of my horribly dirty dishes sitting in my sink with this loser’s name on it and how I’m going to make him clean them so very thoroughly he’ll rethink his desire to be a slave-maid.
We eat. The food is terrible. The conversation is awkward. You just know this is his first time. So I decide to have him wash my car. He does a great job, minus the SUCKING. There are spots.. all over my windows..AND he hit my car door into a cement pillar when opening it. …Slaves, listen closely. If you ever do this, drop to your knees IMMEDIATELY and beg for forgiveness. My car is precious, and he scratched her… He owes me more than all he money he’ll ever obtain. …But I say nothing. I have cruel and unusual plans set in play already. It’ll all work out fine.
Then I decide to play the ignore card for a while. I drive over to one of my friends’ workplaces, crack all the windows, leave the loser in the car, and have a blast with my pals for a good hour and a half or more. They’re all telling me I’m being too cruel (while we’re all eating free ice cream, yum), but they have no idea what’s in store for this loser when we get back to my house. You think having to sit in my car for an hour and a half is torture? …The seats are warm and comfortable, all you can hear is the night’s breeze, and you have a clear view of me smiling, having fun. You think that’s torture? That’s fucking bliss!
So I’ve had my fun, I take him to go buy me some Halloween supplies, as it is an essential and all :]
Not much to get, but I get all I see and want. This is the point where I don’t instruct him, but let him do as he likes, and observe him. He’s not the slave I think he is. He’s not walking behind me, not keeping his hands and eyes to himself, he’s walking around freely examining things he sees. Tisk tisk. I make a mental note.
This is where I find he’s lied AGAIN! …He had mentioned previously that some Halloween items were “on their way to me”. So I look at an item I know he was supposed to have sent me, and I ask “should I not get this, because it’s on its way to me?”. He replies, “No, I didn’t send those. I.. because.. I was coming here.. I didn’t..” …Hmm. Another mental note.
Finally I decide enough is enough (and I’m skipping the bit about THE most annoying checker at the store because it’ll only piss me off lol), and we’re on our way back to my house to see if he’s as good at cleaning as he says he is (after he’s instructed to fill up my gas tank, of course. *giggles*). At this point I’m getting very bored with him. He has no substance, not that I expect much from a sub, but I expect *something*. So then all of a sudden, the idiot starts crying about how he’s terrified of my boyfriend and doesn’t want to go back to my house because he knows something awful is going to happen to him. …Oh yes, puppet, something awful will happen, but it won’t be involving my boyfriend. *laughs*. He’s a bigger loser than I thought, begging if he could just serve me financially and that be all. Oh no, slave, you will do the job you came to do. …I assured him of his position, and we’re off again. In seperate cars, I call my friend to vent my frustration. She says “Abuse him more than you would a boy you’re going to keep”… which has me dumbfounded. How can I abuse him more than that? That’d kill him! Hahahaha.
I give him a tour of my messy house. Messy for him, that is. You want it, you got it, slave. Bring on the filth! Haha. I tell him what to do first, and unless he’s completely deaf and is just nodding along, he completely heard my orders. They were to pick up all the trash first. Then do the dishes. Then come get me when he’s finished. He goes on his way, working like a good little boy, until I realize I hear dishes rattling around and there’s still trash all over the place. Still, I let him do it his way for now, so that I can rack up the punishments for later. He does a shitty job of cleaning. He’s wearing gloves as to not get my germs on him. ….What an insult. He moves my things around in my kitchen. …No slave, no. My cat’s food bowl? The only time it should be moved is to raise it up, clean the counter below it, and set it back down… or to clean it out and add new food to it. ONLY TWO REASONS ALLOWED! He moves it to the other counter, where my cat can’t get to it, then thinks it’s cute how kitty’s just meowing it up like crazy. He’s hungry you fucking cocksucker, and I’m going to feed him, unlike you for the duration of your time in my home, you fucking idiot! …Then he moves the dish drainer. *shakes head* That one, I still don’t understand.
Unfortunately, at this point I’m so fed up with him and his slow, unimpressive work, and my roommate has come home which makes the situation far too awkward for me, so I send him on his way.
We are to meet tomorrow morning for some shopping, as he has LOTS of making up to do. After that, he will be on his way home.
He texts me and asks if he can just give me money or something because he needs to leave. Hahahahaa, are you fucking kidding me? Fine. You’re not cut out for the work you thought you’d enjoy so much. Why not? So I tell him, $200, slide it through the crack in my FRONT PASSENGER-SIDE WINDOW!!!!!! No talking, no waving, just shut up and do as you’re told.
……The idiot walks up to MY window. That would be DRIVER-SIDE YOU FUCKING BRAINLESS FUCK! …I count it, I smile, I say “Have a safe trip!” drive off and up goes Miss Dolly’s pretty little middle finger as the engine’s revving.
The end.
…Boys like these make me proud to have the very obedient owned slaves that I do have. jiggles and steward, you’ve been slacking lately.. but you two are my very best. Blush until you faint. *giggles*
So, who wants to make up for my suck-tacular weekend with mr. not-so-clean? Get in line.
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