Mind of Sanity

Disclaimer: Names have been changed on request for privacy reasons.

This has been a very strange last two months. I have this friend named Beth, she makes money as a bi domme. About two months ago one of her clients had told her of a specific fantasy she had where a guy calls her pretending to be a stalker and forces her to masturbate and cum over the phone. She wanted him to degrad her a little by calling her a whore and slut, making her call him Daddy, and making her say she is a good girl when she cums. Beth told her, "I know a guy who would love to do that." 

So I get a phone call. Beth gives me the skinny and I'm like ummm what? Not sure I'd like doing that with someone I don't know. She says, "She is willing to pay you $200 for two hours of this." I say I'm in. We share a laugh for a moment, but I explain I have a few conditions, one is this client and I speak before hand in a non sexual context, and two we make the ground rules very clear about this.

Beth sets it up and a couple of days later I'm on the phone with Tiffany, a 40 something career woman, single mom, from the Midwest living on the west coast. The conversation is a little awkward but because it is a three way call with Beth, she gets comfortable enough to tell me what she wants and I'm like okay I can do this. First we talk about safe words so we dont have to break scene. We set up a plan for her to send me a photo of her neck down so I can know what she's wearing that day. Then set up a time for me to call her when she's alone and just start the scene.

To say I was nervous is an understatement, this was very strange. I'd done similar things (phone sex is how I met beth) but not for money. It felt strange. Exciting but strange. This is what happened: 

The phone rings and I hear Tiffany's voice say hello. I can hear the slight excitement in her voice. So I say nothing, just breathe heavy into the microphone making her repeat herself. "Hello?" Still nothing. To her credit she kept the scene going as this was not a part of the original plan. "Hello? Who is this?" 

That's when I spoke. The first thing I said was how much I liked her ass in those jeans she was wearing. She protested, but when I continued mentioning that dark blue denim really makes her hips pop in a way lighter colored ones don't. Plus the contrast with her white button up shirt looked real nice. 

We went back in forth, establishing that I knew what she was wearing (down to her underwear color), where she was (her bedroom), what she did for a living, and what she had done that day (some errands). Then I told her about the "pictures" I'd had. And if she wanted them to not leak onto the internet she was going to be a good little slut and do exactly what I told her. 

First I had her unbutton her jeans. Slide her hand inside and rub her clit through her silky pink panties. Her breathing was real heavy now. Once in a while she'd beg me to stop, sometimes I'd tell her to shut up and others I'd ignore her. Eventually I told her to unbutton her shirt. Had her start playing with her nipples. Made her squeeze them until she yelped. This kept going on until I had her on all fours, naked on her bed with her fingers on her clit, and her repeatedly spanking herself loud enough for me to hear, begging me to please stop to leave her alone. But by that point she was already addressing me as Daddy.

We'd been on the phone for two hours or so, two hours of her edging, before I told her that if she wanted to end this she'd have to cum and thank Daddy for letting her. She argued, but when I reminded her of the pictures she agreed, a few moments later she came loud and haaaaard, saying her line perfectly. When she was done riding it out, I simply said, "That's a good little slut. We'll talk again soon." And I hung up. After five minutes I called her back to make sure she was okay. She was panting still but she said it was perfect. We chatted a little, for aftercare. She sent the money via PayPal. Then we hung up. 

A few hours later Beth told me Tiffany was singing my praises and asked if I'd be willing to do this with others if the need came up. I said sure, maybe. Thinking it wouldn't happen again but a week later I get another phone call. 

So my girlfriend is in town for a few months. She's extremely submissive, a huge masochist, insanely sensitive, and is just cute as a button. She's actually living with my wife and I. I asked her if she wanted to have some fun with my wife and she said yes. Wife said the same. Both are incredibly shy so I had a plan for the first time we had fun. Something super simple but still extremely hot. 

So first I brought my girlfriend into the bathroom took off all of her clothes, handcuffed her, blindfolded her, and put a butt plug in her ass. Then I went into my living room had my wife strip and begin using a vibrator. I brought in the girlfriend by her hair (she was moaning just from that.). First I had my wife touch the gfs tits. Pinch the nipples. Suck on them. Use our bamboo paddle on the gfs cute little bottom. All while I held a vibrator to the girlfriends clit. 

The girl friend moaned so loud as she came over and over again. I could tell the wife was enjoying it. It was absolutely the hottest thing I've ever seen. I then put my girlfriend on her knees and shoved my cock her mouth. My wife looked so good masturbating while I face fucked another woman. She came when I emptied my cock all over the girlfriends big tits. 

I love both these woman so much. Like holy shit I feel like the luckiest man in the world.

You ever see someone working In a like a coffee place and think of all the dirty things you'd like to do to them? Well lucky for me girlfriend used to work at Tim Horton's. Here's what we did: TW CNC

She gets home, she's exhausted. She takes off her shoes, and bra, and pulls down her pants. She sits on the bed pants still on her ankles, her head hits the pillows and she can't help but fall asleep. 

I followed her home. Snunk into her bedroom wait for her to fall asleep.  Seeing her in her panties and her Tim Horton's T-shirt and my cock is hard already. Carefully I pull her pants off her ankles. Pull her panties to the side and I taste her. 

She stirs just a little but I'm careful not to wake her. Carefully i feel up her shirt to touch her amazing D cup tits. I carefully lift her legs, stopping anytime she stirs even a little. Then moving again until my freshly lubed cock is teasing her pussy. Then I'm inside of her. 

Slowly I fuck her, no longer caring if she wakes, and she does. My hand around her neck as she wakes and starts trying to get away. I tell her to be quiet or else. She nods. That's when I grab her shirt and rip it. Her tits now exposed I start fucking her with abandon.

She tries to struggle but when she does I just grab her by the neck and she settles down. Eventually I pull out and put her on her knees, fucking her mouth as she slams her hands into my thighs because she can't breathe. My hands wrapped in her blonde hair I force her down on my cock as I thrust my hips upwards. When I let her go she begs me to stop but I just pick her up m, bend her over the bed and when she feels my cock teasing she begs for me to not do it. 

I don't listen as I push my cock into her asshole. No mercy as I fuck her and spank her ass. Eventually I pull her close. Her back against my stomach while I'm fucking her. One hand wrapped around her and holding her by the neck as she keep trying to beg me to stop. My other hand exploring her body. Squeezing her tits and nipples until she squeals. Rubbing her clit until she can't help but cum. 

Then when I'm ready I pull out force to look at me and when I cum I cover her face and tits. But we're not finished. Taking her hand I wipe some cum off her face and force into her mouth. "All of it." She understands and does what she's told while I play with her clit. Tears in her eyes as she cums again while eating my cum off of her body. 

Then I grab her by the hair, bring her to the bathroom, put her in the shower. I carefully wash every inch of her body. Taking my time to make sure there is no cum in her hair. Leaving soft little kisses all over her body as I clean it I towel her off and tell her she's a good girl before I give her the pajamas I've picked for her and then we sit down, watch True Blood and cuddle while we wait for Chinese food. 

It is no one's fault. At least I hope it isn't mine. I hope I didn't do anything. I tried my best. I opened up, I connected, I felt feelings, and it was a whole thing. But there is still that voice in my head telling me it was me. Because why else would she not want to talk to me? But either way this pain is unbearable, and I just need to let this out. 

So I met this girl. And she is amazing. I could go on and on about how gorgeous she is, how much her smile warms my cold heart. How much her voice just makes me feel better about life and everything. But that's not it. She's amazing and smart and a pleasure to talk too. 

We've talked about and debated morality, religion, a little politics, and more. Every time she always had an interesting view, even if we disagreed. I at least understood and liked how she came to her conclusions and opinions. 

We have very similar kinks and we connected over that as well. She told me that no one she'd talked to made her feel safe or made her feel like her comfort was important to her. That made me feel great, because that's what I strive to do. 

Now, we talked every day from October 24th through to January 2nd. Not a long time but enough time for me to let her in. To be open. It is so hard for me to connect with people and with her everything was effortless. My brain had just gotten over the idea that it was going to end. I kept telling myself she was going to stop talking or ghost me like all the women I felt a connection too. I told myself it was fine, and that she wouldn't do that, and I had a real chance at a relationship. So many times she said, "If I didn't like you I wouldn't talk to you every day." She had even mentioned how she thought our dynamic could be something more. 

Then she told me, "We need to talk." I knew what it was. You see she isn't in a good state right now. And she wants to work on her mental health and she needs to cut out distractions. Apparently I am one. The part that hurt the most was when she said she needed to cut out the things that are bad for her, and I asked, was that me? She said no. But when I said, "But I'm not a good thing either?" She said, "I don't know." 

I think that hurt the most. Every day I spoke to her was a good day. Every day I spoke to her, she was a good thing in my life. But to just hear that she didn't know if I was a good thing for her. Now I'm very aware she's also in pain about this. Very aware this wasn't easy for her. 

My heart is torn however. First and foremost I'm in so much pain. The idea of not talking to her again tears me up. But knowing she is in pain too and that her mental state isn't great, not only can I not help, she doesn't want my help? Makes it hurt so much more. 

I wish I knew what to do with all of this pain. But instead I'm stuck being miserable. I keep asked if I'm okay. I'm not okay. 

Do I need a hug? No, I just want to be left alone.

Do I want to talk about it? Why? So I can get some bullshit response about what I'm going through? Fuck off. 

I'm not mad at her. It isn't her fault. I want her to take care of herself and be happy and take care of her mental health. I just wish I could have made her happy. Helped with her mental health issues. But sometimes you don't get a happy ending.

You just get pain. 

The last one, so far, written by my little Slave.

I'm (f23) back again for a third story time! Buckle up this one is a long one! For those who don't know I have an online TPE 24/7 relationship with a Daddy (m30). Today I had to run a few errands. But Daddy messaged me telling me to be ready when I got home. Because he was sending videos and I was cumming today. But like always there was a stipulation, I was only allowed to cum while watching the videos he sent me. 

I was super aware of how much my phone was buzzing in my pocket. Each buzz is another video. The notification isn't usually noticeable but there was so much I had no choice but be very aware. By the time I got home I had a stupid grin on my face and I couldn't be more excited. I messaged Daddy to tell him I was home and ready for his orders. 

He told me, "You have plenty of videos. You will start from the beginning and start watching them. You're allowed to touch yourself however you want but you're not allowed to cum until your Mistress (his Wife f25) gives permission. And she will. Once she gives permission you're to cum until it is over." 

As he typed the anticipation was building and I was so curious as to what the videos were of. I replied, "Yes, Daddy." And I eagerly played the first video. It was my Mistress, blindfolded, riding a big dildo, and holding a vibrator to her clit while in a sexy schoolgirl outfit.

 It felt weird watching but I really liked it. While my Mistress is gorgeous, I'm not into women. But watching her turned me on. Daddy made the video for me and he knew I was watching it. Nothing turns me on more than pleasing Daddy. I started with just super light touch brushing up and down from my inner thigh to up over my bra. 

Watching her suck Daddy's cock made me drool. But when he undid Mistress's shirt and removed her bra exposing her bare tits; I knew I'd suck on them for Daddy. And I know he'd order me to do so. I'd never disobey Daddy. 

Then… he started spanking her. He used a bamboo paddle and a flogger. With the first smack, I was hooked. I had to stop and just watch in awe and amazement. Like I didn't consciously decide to stop I just did. I loved it. Wished it was my ass he was swatting and making bright red. The blood coming to the surface forewarning of the bruises that were yet to set in. 

When Mistress laid on her back with her vibrator against her clit, the camera focused on her blindfolded face, as she whispered, "You can cum." She dominates me because Daddy allows it and tells her too. She is an extension of Daddy's authority. 

That's when they started having sex. First Missionary position, I watched Mistress cum while Daddy fucked her. It was so hot. I loved watching and loved listening to her voice as she yelled "oh fuck" as he pushed her over the edge. 

But Daddy really made her cum when he took her from behind. From her reaction she came at least twice as he fucked her red ass. However when he pulled out of her, her yelling out her last orgasam, and him squirting all over that big red ass of hers… I came too. One of my favorite moments in our relationship. 

I'm really  excited to see what Daddy thinks of next. But each time he ups the ante I just get excited for when we're finally able to meet in real life. 

Just some more stuff written by my slave for Reddit. 

So I'm (f23) back! For those who don't know I have an online TPE 24/7 relationship with a Daddy (m30). Today he messaged me to start teasing myself before telling me to start masturbating. But tonight there was a stipulation, I was only allowed to cum while watching the videos he started sending me. 

He started sending me video after video of his wife (f25) sucking his dick. They were such a turn on I couldn't help but cum once. But what was the biggest turn on was just the order to cum while I watched. The demand that I would cum while watching his wife suck his cock. That alone made me so fucking wet. 

But what made me cum hard was when he came on her tits. Watching his hot semen just squirt all over her tits made me so jealous but also turned on. I came again. Daddy told me I was a good girl and that just always makes me feel warm and wonderful inside. 

Every time he uses his wife to dominate me, whether it is her giving me orders or me forced to watch him with her and masturbate, I don't know. I kind of love it. Submitting to her is like a continuation of my submitting to him. And I love to serve Daddy.

This was written by my slave for a Reddit post on my orders. Sharing here for fun. 

 So I (f23) have an online TPE 24/7 relationship with a Daddy (m30). When I woke up today he told me to enjoy breakfast and coffee because when I was done it was going to be a Daddy Sadist Day.

When I was done I let him know and sent him a picture of what I was wearing on his demand. He explained to me that I was going to be teased today, but not by him. He wouldn't be giving the orders. His wife, Mistress Sweets (f25), would be instead and I was to obey every command and beg her for permission to touch my clit. 

First hour I was told to play with my nipples and nipples only. It felt so very good, but I was super shy considering it wasn't Daddy but Mistress Sweets. It was new and weird but not in a bad way. I was really wet by the time the first hour was up and I begged Mistress for permission to touch my clit. She said no. 

For the next hour I was to continue touching my nipples but also massaging my inner thighs. I wasn't allowed to touch my clit in anyway. It was so frustrating, to be so close to my clit and just teasing. I was soaking through my panties. Which I knew was Daddy's favorite thing to do and was 100% his idea. But it was really fun to be dominated by a woman but at this point I was getting desperate to touch my clit so I asked the Mistress if I could please touch my clit… again she said no. Daddy told me every time she said no, she had this evil mischievous smile on her face. That turned me on even more. 

Hour three was even worse. Now I was allowed to touch my clit but only through the panties and I was only allowed to edge. As soon as I got close to orgasm I was to stop and go back to my nipple and thigh teasing. Then when I was to edge again, and then stop and back to nipple and thigh teasing, back and forth over and over. At this point everything was a lot, three hours of teasing and edging feels like forever. Once more I begged Mistress to let me touch my clit. 

She said I could but I had to ask in a cute way. I did my best to be as cute as possible and sent her a video of me teasing and begging for permission. She said I could touch my clit finally and demanded I cum twice, sending her a video of each as I said thank you Mistress. It didn't take me long. Finally being able to touch myself after so much just felt intense and I came in less than five minutes, sent the video as I was supposed to. Came a second time and did the same. 

But of course I wasn't done. Daddy gave another order, "Cum again for Daddy." And I obeyed knowing he'd say the magic words, "Good, girl." By the time I was done my panties were completely drenched. I'm still wearing them, Daddy's orders. 

All and all it felt so good. And even though I'm straight… I would love to be dominated by my Mistress again. 

Alright so I hate Tinder but I've met some cool peeps on there so I'm on there. 6 months or so ago I matched with a cute chubby girl who was both poly and into TPE. Like win win right? We get to talking and it doesn't take long for us to jump off that to snapchat. 

We talk for a week or two, she is very interested in being my slave and having me be her Master Daddy. Things slow down a little as happens in life but we keep talking and enjoying our conversations. We share pictures and vids of the NSFW kind. Every thing is going great. 

We decide we really want to meet. But for a while it isn't working. Her has another partner, I have another partner, she has a kid, and like both of our lives are just getting in the way of us meeting, to both of our frustrations. 

We have a video chat to at least you know have something and once again it goes great we have a fun time. Just having issues with meeting in person on both of our parts. Life catches up to both of us and she goes to some dark places and doesn't message me for a while. It wasn't the first time because she had a kid and tended to sometimes just not be able to talk for days at a time. Totally okay. 

Well a few weeks ago, after like a month of not talking, she finally messages me back. Wanting to finally go on a date. We set everything up and we meet at a bookstore that sells coffee since be both love coffee and books. 

The date goes off great. She's giggling, we're chatting, and it honestly is just going great. She is short on time and has to skedaddle so we cut it short. I message her when I get home, cause I was in a bookstore, I had to buy books. My first message was about how I had a fun time and we should do it again. She agrees, but the message is short. I try talking a little and I get a response or two. But then nothing. 

Five days go by and finally I cave, I want to know what the fuck just happen. Since it was so sudden, I was completely ghosted, and I had thought we had a good time. I message her, I lay my heart out there. And she replies that she didn't know what to tell me when we were on the date but she doesn't find me super attractive. She'd love to be friends but nothing else was going to happen. 

I won't lie I was kind of pissed already at this point in my day and this didn't help. So I asked her like... what the fuck? You ghosted me for 5 days, was going to do it longer had I not contacted you, just to tell me you doing find me attractive?

And I want to be clear it wasn't the just very friends thing. It was the idea of ghosting me for five days and only finally telling me that AFTER I reached out again. I messaged her an apology for being a tad angry with my response and told her, nah. Friends probably wouldn't work as this was awful view into who she was as a person. 

Some people suck. 

So starting down this road of Polyamory has been a fun time. But... I've made some stupid mistakes. One of those mistakes is: I went on a date with a super cute girl and I ignored all the red flags. In my defense a lot of the bad shit happen towards the end of the date but... still the red flags were there I just gave this girl more credit than she deserved.  

So this girl comes into my work a few times and she's super fucking cute. So I'm like shit I'll ask for her number. To my surprise she gives it to me. I'm super stoked. My day off comes up and I call her up, I'm like hey did you want to go out for dinner or something? She's like heck yeah! I want to go to the casino. And I'm like... ummm... sure? Seems odd but she's super cute. I'm down. Red Flag number 1. 

Because I don't drive she has to pick me up. I have her pick me at a restaurant pretty close to my house. She tells me she's 5 minutes away and she'll be there soon. I get there... and 45 minutes later she finally gets there. I was about done... then I saw her and I was like... okay I'll keep this going. Before we head out she needs to go help her Mum with her car. I'm like no problem. We go and we help her. 

Then on the way to casino we start chatting and she's really cool. We talk about Rooster by Alice in Chains and more music. She tells me she is an ex addict, and while she relapsed a few months ago, she really wanted to stay clean and get her life together. This could also be seen as a foreboding red flag buuuut I have her the benefit of believing her. 

She needs gas in her car. But she apparently has no money. Another red flag but I'm like whatever here's a 20. Then we're off to the casino. She's gambling I'm just sitting with her, then her phone rings. This isnt the first time but it is the same Caller ID each time. She claims it is her Ex Boyfriend who is in prison and that he's obsessed with her. But when she answers immediately she's lying to him and it is clear they aren't over. She "goes to get a drink" mid call when it is clear he was getting upset she was with a dude. Again Red Flag. 

Anyway she keeps gambling with my money, and I give her like a total of $40 bucks. Then her Mum shows up in the middle. Where I am asked to give her Mum some money, which i just hand her 5 dollars. This girl ditches me multiple times, leaving me with her mother at a certain point. So we are finally going to leave and get lunch but she tells me to "go over there" so she could talk to this sketchy chick and these two guys with her. 

At this point I'm well and beyond pissed off but she's my ride and I'm just trying to stay calm. So suddenly she leaves the building with them, telling me that she'd be right back. I'm like whatever. When she comes back she finds me, then we find her Mum, just so my date can look at me and go, "Hey I'm just trying to be straight with you but my Mum and I are going to my car to shoot heroin. You can be there or don't. I don't care but it is going to happen." Apparently she bought the Heroin from the sketchy mother fuckers. 

So I'm like well... fuck. I tell her basically like "Yo dude, I'll give you all the money in my pocket right now and I'll pay you in full for the heroin, just give it to me. And I'll get rid of it. No one will know." She then gets upset saying I'm being to much and what not.

She tells this dude that's there this and he can't be older than 21, like legit he looked barely out of high school besides his tattoos. This dumbass comes up to me and starts running his mouth because that's his, "Brother's old lady and he's in prison for armed robbery. You need to leave her alone, she's going to do what she wants." blah blah blah. He starts throwing around his little threats which is making my already pretty triggered PTSD ridden brain want to go even more berserk than it already did. 

I try to tell him, doesn't matter I'm going home, I already called a ride and I'm going the fuck home. I tell him that I've had many friends do what she's about to do and they're all dead. And he threatens me again, at this point I'm just imagining how the back of his head would burst like a tomato if I smashed agaisnt the brick wall of the casino but he ended finally walking away. 

I sat down on a near by bench and waited for my ride. While I'm waiting who walks by? The girl I'm on a date with. She sees me and is like, oh hey! I'm going to my car with my Mum to do something then I'll be right back and we can get food. I look at her completely confused like bitch... it is Heroin. The thing is heroin. You already told me what it was. It is not a fuck secret. 

I tell her I'm going home, and she's like oh! Do you want a ride? I tell her no, trying my best not mention how she's about to do heroin so no I most definitely don't want a ride. Instead I let her know I called a ride. She's oh okay... text me okay? Then walks away.

Needless to say I did not.