The Reason for the Screening Questions

As you stumble around My Palace, you may notice some updates about Screening Questions. Also, if I decide to contact you for a session, then you were probably given a link to these questions. I'm sure some of you want to know why you have to answer these questions just to see Me. You've probably thought...

Don't you have my name and email already? I don't have to do this for other Doms.
Why can't you just read My profile? I don't have the time. 

Well, let Me tell you that this is not just another way to collect contact information. Every Dom is different and as such has their own way of dealing with you. Not only do I not have the time to read through each profile before I make sure you're serious, but some don't even have interests listed. Besides, you may not want Me to tie you up and dildo your ass, but just to worship My feet. So instead of trying to figure out what the fuck you all want from Me, you are going to make it real easy on your Goddess and tell Her what your little kinky ass heart desires.

This is a story about a wretched, feeble ass cocksucker that I met in Boston, just a couple of days ago. See if you can point out the time-wasters.

He first messaged Me on collarme looking to serve. Apparently, his pee brain couldn't understand My posting, although he failed to mention which one, so I replied with some questions. Besides wanting to know which post he was talking about, I wanted to know if he actually wanted to meet up or just chat back and forth. I asked what type of slave he is or can be and how he wants to serve Me. The reply:

"As for what i'm looking for, i am not really interested in doing a "session" where i pay you money. i wanted to be upfront about that. however, if you need a place to rest or stay, or have any types of needs that could be met by a submissive (maybe just massaging you and helping you relax), please let me know. i am open to possibilities..."

Since most of the other cunts didn't reply when I sent a text or IM, I was open to other options. As you can see, although he declined the normal sessions, he came back with a counteroffer which was USEFUL. A place to stay, shower, relax, instead of getting a hotel room, was useful to Me. This was why I decided to take his punk ass up on the offer. Actually, this is what the Post: houseboys and slaves was all about. In case you didn't know. Anyway, I confirmed by asking him, are you willing to serve Me while in your home?, in which he responded yes. Contact information exchanged (after countless messages), place and time set, and I'm off for the meet.

We meet at a restaurant but he doesn't feel comfortable talking inside, so we walk to a nearby park. I don't know why this was any more private than the restaurant but the Goddess was trying to help the unworthy douchebag with his pathetic little insecurities. So we talked, restricted though, sufficient enough to go over to his room. We talked a little more, but he was still ashamed to tell Me what he wanted or at least what he has done before until I went through a list. After 1- 2 more hours, I lost track, we agreed that I would come back the next night to have the session.

Okay, day 2, second meet where the actual session starts. Since we did enough talking the day before, after I get upstairs, I start right away. Making him do little things like a foot massage, getting Me a drink and finding something good on the tele was fun for Me. Then I decide to bring his interests into play and tell him to get his cute little undies he was whining about the day before, and model them. I proceed to degrade his wimping little ass and he had the nerve to ask if I wanted him to pleasure Me. And then tells Me he has a girly body. I say..

EEeeWWww, why on earth would I want to do that? I'm not attracted to women.

Then, I ask about sleeping arrangements and if the sheets are clean. I wouldn't take his word for it when he assured Me they were, and I tell him to wash them. Now, excuse Me if I'm wrong, but slaves do chores and laundry is a chore. Then he stops, starts to get dressed and says he's not feeling it. (I think he just didn't want to do laundry) This is okay because everybody is not into everything but when I ask what is wrong and you say you're not ready for this and stuff. Okay, that is fine too, but you need to reimburse Me for My time. He looked at Me and said no. My Goddess-ness, I felt this rage emerge and I wanted to pull him over My knee and spank the shit out of him. So, not only are you kicking Me out of your house (room), but you don't want to compensate Me for the time I wasted on your punk ass.

Sooooo, now you see the need for the screening questions so I don't waste anymore of My damn time. That is, if you lasted this long.


Did you see them? If not, here are some of the Time-wasters

#1 -It took 12 messages, back and forth, over 3 mothafuckin hours before we finally met. FUCK NO, NOT ANYMORE. Just now added it up and I'm getting angry all over again. {therefore, you visit My Palace to answer most of your questions.}

#2 -The initial meet took an hour and I got nothing for My time. {hence, the offering for the Public-Meet session.}

#3 -Because I didn't know what he wanted from Me, it took an extra hour of coaching to get it out of him. {hence, you are required to answer Screening Questions so I don't waste My damn time.}

#4 -Second meet, which only took 30 minutes this time, and I wasn't leaving until he gave Me something for My time. {For you cheap, punk asses that don't want to give up the green, then I will satisfy My needs first, play time comes second.}

Did you add it up correctly? If you did, you know I WASTED OVER 5 FUCKING HOURS ON THAT SISSY ASS BITCH

NEVER AGAIN!!