Free Dandyland Diaries by D.M. Dewey Page B

being vetted by a Dominant, the Dominant would tell the sub when and where to go t o be considered. It's a critical time in the forming of the relationship and will decide whether the sub is up to the Dominant's standards. If they were, then they were that much closer to being owned.
    To be inspected was basically the same thing, but I wa s not looking for a sub to own. I was just looking for playthings to amuse me. So inspection was a more appropriate term to use. I am not trying to teach you about this lifestyle; I am merely trying to explain how some aspects work so that you can follow along with my story. I don’t want you to think that I’m writing this as an authority or that I feel I have it all figured out. I am really very new to all of this.
    “Oh, thank you, Goddess! May I please see you on webcam for a minute to verify?” he wrote.
    “I suppose so,” I responded.
    So we reconvened on Skype where—POP !—up came the image of a young man standing at his desk.
    “Hello, Goddess,” he said. “Thank you for agreeing to cam verify for me.” He looked nervous and small.
    “Of course, slut," I replied sternly. “Let me see your body. Turn around.”
    He turned around for me. He was only wearing some black boxer briefs and a smile.
    “Now slap your balls five times!” I demanded.
    “Yes, Goddess,” he replied. He began slapping his balls as I had instructed. He winced.
    “Harder, slut. That was barely a tap!” I pushed him.
    He smacked harder this time and he doubled over in pain and groaned.
    “Good boy,” I said. “Now piss off, I have important things to do. I will see you Saturday.”
    “Yes, Goddess,” he said, still recovering from the hit.
    I clicked off the video call.
     
    Ahhh, Saturday… here you are again, you little bitch…
    Mark had asked if he could come at 10:00 a.m. to serve. Jesus, what’s wrong with people? Who wakes up on a weekend morning and immediately wants to get abused? Mark did, that’s who. So I reluctantly got up, showered, and started putting on my clothes. I dragged my seven-inch baby doll heels out of my closet, then sucked in my gut as I took about twenty minutes to fasten my corset. By the way, those things are a fucking pain in the ass to put on. No wonder in the days when it was customary to wear one at all times, a woman needed four people to help her get dressed. I may just have to get myself a handmaiden slut… or a corset with a zipper. I had gotten this full fishnet body suit and it took me about another twenty minutes to figure out how to put that on, and then I realized I should have put it on UNDER the corset. My day was a royal pain in the ass already.
    I’m not so sure why I’m always so orner y when I get ready to see a sub. Maybe it's because I need to get all pissed off for when they show up. It’s also just a lot of work. There’s a lot of shaving, washing, plucking, and styling that’s involved with becoming a Goddess. It’s not easy. Some might say that if I were a true Goddess, then it should be all about my comfort and that I should be wearing flip-flops and sweat pants if I wanted, but I am too vain for that. I wanted to look flawless and fierce.
    The hour had arrived for my new slut to show . I had given him the same instructions as Sam. He was to enter my patio, strip, kneel at the door, and knock.
    He walked in my front door. My dog Charlie went ape shit. I forgot to lock it. Damn it! He saw me sitting on my couch, legs crossed and swinging impatiently with my crop in hand. At least I hadn’t been wrist deep in my nose or something equally horrifying.
    He quickly apologized and backed out, then closed the door. Charlie was beside himself and barking up a storm. I heard the patio door being fo rced open. Okay, now he was on the right track. Too bad he was going to have to pay for that rather large mistake. I heard a timid knock on the back door. I saw Mark, kneeling and shivering a bit, as I opened the door. Charlie immediately