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| I am Lady Cleo, a sensual, stunning, seductive, sadistic switch. I live in NNJ and frequently visit NYC. I am immersed in the BDsM lifestyle but not at the expense of a full and varied vanilla life. You will find me to be intelligent, intuitive, attractive, and full of passion and humor.
I am looking to date and get to know local Dominant men. I do not wish to meet anymore SWITCH men who are less than upfront with their preferences. No closet slaves. I am extremely discriminating with whom I will share my company. The man who will hold my attention will be articulate, intelligent, mature, self sufficient, attractive, educated and interested in sharing more than just kink. I strongly prefer tall dark men who have the pride to keep themselves fit. I have way more than the average to offer the right man and will accept no less in return. No married or attached men need bother contacting me. I am Alpha and completely uninterested in anything less than the utmost respect and reliability. I have ZERO tolerance for LIARS. My views may be stringent, but they are honest and realistic. I know what I want. Do you?
I am always interested in hearing from strong, intelligent, independent and attractive submissive females-either bi or lesbian. I love women as friends, sisters, companions and playthings. I am not attracted to BBWs. I enjoy meeting and getting to know females on a multitude of levels. Feel free to explore with me.
I will entertain applications from exceptional male slaves who have specific or generous personal and domestic services to offer me. I want well trained, obedient,devoted,humble,trophy sub/slaves. I also consider occassional, selective sessions with male subbies in need of professional training.
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I'm sad to have to do this, but it's tremendously tedious to have to read, and sometimes answer, so many dead end, inappropriate emails. If you fit into any of the following categories, do NOT contact me expecting to develop any sort of relationship with me.
Married
Out of the tri-state area
Outside the USA
Short
Looking for cyber
A "do me" sub
A switch looking to top me
Unemployed
Unable to drive
Pre-op trannie
There are probably more I'm forgetting at the moment but that should cut down on wasted time a bit.
PS. I am not a Republican :-) |
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To My Democratic Friends:
Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, our best wishes
for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress,
non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice
holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious
persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to observe religious or secular traditions at all.
I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the generally accepted calendar
year 2008, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures.
For My Republican Friends:
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and May God bless you and yours in 2008.
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Thank you for all of your words of warm sympathy and support. I found comfort in the basic kindness of strangers. I regret not being able to answer all the emails individually, but please know that your compassion was, and is, appreciated. I'm still in a dark place, and you have given me glimmers of light. Blessed be. |
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My mother is dead.
I have a heavy heart.
It feels like I can't breathe. |
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It's been over a year since I updated my journal. I guess it's time. Greetings to all.
I'm busy working, playing, parenting and generally enjoying life. I continue to be open to meeting new friends, subs and playmates. I generally leave Friday evenings open for interview over drinks and/or dinner.
My teaching job continues to offer the opportunity to make a difference in lives of damaged children and to grow professionally and emotionally. I changed my eduactional focus from classroom teaching and consulting/tutoring as a behavior modification specialist. I'm now focusing on alternate proficiency assessments and training special education teachers to produce portfolios with a minimum of angst and tedium.
My work as a horticuluralist is increasingly rewarding and satisfying. I learn so much from my co-workers at the garden center. It's good to hang out with other plant geeks. I've created a niche for myself in the local area as a garden/landscape designer specializing in containers, patios, decks, pool areas, outdoor rooms, personal garden sanctuaries, and patching in established landscapes to accomodate new buliding additions. I love the challenge of creating beauty, peace and blissful excitement with the use of color, texture, form and fragrance. This will no doubt be my retirement occupation.
I'm seeking nothing or no one in particular, but always keep an open mind. I frequently have use for service oriented male subs. Sex slave boys can look else where. I want my boys to make my life easier by performing tasks to reduce the stress and pressure in my life. Only after my environment is in order will I even consider play. Clear my home and mind of trivial clutter and then I will have the leisure to use you for my personal pleasure.
Ladies, come one and all! I prefer women for companionship as well as intimate exploration. I welcome all subs, Dommes, and intelligent female friends to say hello. I have the space in my life for infinite gal pals, be they conversation buddies, sex slaves, submissive partners--what ever. Please fell free to reach out and say hello.
Male dominants. I do enjoy bottoming on occassion, but so few honest, intelligent, trustworthy and attractive men are willing to take the time to establish a rapport with a woman without a quick blow job thrown in. It aint happening with this bitch. I am grateful for my male Dom friends but wouldn't it be nice to have some one local and single to safely bottom to. Guess my fuck boy buddies will have to suffice.
Keep safe everyone. Play hard. Be happy.
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I'm 3 weeks into a temporary lay off from my second job and am enjoying every minute of it. I again have time to spend socializing with my friends, interview subs, indulge in extreme pleasures of the flesh with my human toys, entertain guests in my home for dinners, go out on dates with Men, and even catch up on emails. Sleeping late is still only an occasional luxury, but naps are a sure bet on weekends. I'm using this time to plan changes and new gardens in my own yard before the rush of Spring planting season demands my design talents and horticultural skills for the landscapes of paying customers.
I'd like to fill in my stable of slaves before I get crazy mad busy again. I'll be needing reliable, local subs to assist with the yard chores and lugging of bulk materials as well as to work beside me as the rejuvenation and maintenance of my award winning gardens continues. Housework and errands always need doing. When I am back to working 12 hour days in the sunshine, I will require some extra pampering, spoiling and coddling. This assignment is reserved for those submissives, boys and girls, who have already proven themselves worthy and deserving of my personal attention. Now is the time to contact me and make a good impression if you wish to be considered.
The grand finale of my leisure period will be spent with a dear Friend in Florida. Basking naked in the sun on the beach, canoeing down Manatee River, playing with a few lucky local kinksters, and a ride to Bike Week in Daytona are all on the schedule. Oh yes! I do deserve it all!
Could life be any finer? |
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I went to this lame-ass website called Death Clock because a silly Millie posted it. Using various quasi-scientific indicators,such as DOB, gender, BMI, smoking, etc it calculates the day of your death. According to this ridiculous analysis, I will live to the age of 94. I welcomed the news with a chuckle and imagined the day in words.
----->~July 22, 2049. I'll be 94 years young... Hot summer sun beating down on my shoulders, on a comfy vibrating seat (WITH padded back rest) on the back of whatever highway worthy HD is currently got my eye or else a 48 Panhead, hardtail, bouncing off a p-pad, doing 75mph on a country road in South Dakota, with the motor growl bouncing off the rocks. I'll be leaning into and holding onto some young male hardbody whose single purpose and main desire is to please me in every possible manner. I'll have a greasy cheese burger with onions and a few beers in my belly. The boy will magically fall off and remain relatively unharmed. (hey! It's My fantasy!) I'll hit the granite mountain a few seconds ahead of the bike. Instant G-O-N-E.
Sliding out smiling and screaming with the wind in my hair. :-D
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I welcome open communication and honest confrontation. I despise duplicitous behavior and subterfuge. As flattering as it is to be credited with such power and influence as is assumed in the weak minds of a few unscrupulous and ignomonous persons, my time and energy are best spent in more positive endeavours. This being said, I made a brief reference in my last post of a sad, insecure soul who continues to feel threatened by my proud reputation and personal history. I can't control the thoughts of others, nor do I care enough to expend much effort into dispelling ridiculous rumors and suppositions. My few innocuous words carried enough strength to elicit a fearful response and complaint to the webmaster here. Amazing how easy it is to send insubstantial folks to seek armament from others. I am not that easily silenced.
Some poor, pathetic, barely literate, fat child chick believes I am "after her" and looking to mess with her head and her "relationship". She feels the need to post permission to "play and do her thing" whatever that might be. Allow me to modify a quote from the wise and colorful language of my father. The male you refer to as Sir couldn't make a pimple on the ass of a true, moral Dominant Man of honor, integrity and ethical values. Welcome to reality. You're (plural) simply not important. Just one of many...
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Life is sweet.
I just returned from a fabulous trip to Los Angeles, CA. The warmth and sunshine came back with me to the cold, gray northeast.
There was joy and pride and pleasure in hearing my daughter sing with the National Children's Honor Choir in a performance at the breathtakingly beautiful Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels. These children were the best of the best, and did justice to the setting with angelic music.
There was the deep and abiding love of visiting with family, some of whom I had never met, one dear cousin who I had not seen in 30 years, and my all time favorite aunt, Nena(86 years old and she just published another book. Go Tia!). Touching your roots and communing with blood provides healthy nourishment to the soul.
I had occasion to share the company of an intelligent, articulate, attractive and humorous local pervert. Thank you Ian, for showing me California style service (and fun). New friends are the most treasured remembrances of travel.
Hollywood, Beverly Hills, the sunset on the Pacific, the architecture, the glitz and glamour, the homeless, the incredibly wealthy, the food, the wine, the shopping, the history, the art--it was all good. I never thought it possible to actually miss NYC taxi drivers, but dayum!! the LA cab drivers could sure learn a thing or 2 from the right coast guys.
Of course there are let downs in homecomings. I was greatly saddened to hear of the unexpected death of a dear friend and truly gifted photographer upon my return. Michael Prince was rough and gruff, opinionated and crude, a crusty old character who reminded me of Popeye's Dad, but within, Michael was a compassionate and caring man. His art and his written words showed a sensitivity and refinement belied by his exterior. His generosity and altruism are renowned in the community. He will be sorely missed. He has enriched the lives of many he touched, and left behind a legacy of beauty. Good bye, old leather butt. I loved you.
As always, the BS gossip remains as a gritty, stinking residue in the barrel of undesirable and unfortunate alliances and acquaintances that occur in brewing the fine wine of a full and active life. One of my dear subs is what I call the Profile Police. She reports to me not only any and all references and mentions of me she uncovers on the Internet, but also every blasted detail of every change in every profile and personal ad of every person I have ever had the fortune or misfortune of knowing.
It's good to be home. Spring is just around the corner. Already, the snowdrops begin to bloom in my gardens and the buds swell on the forsythias. The days lengthen. The sun shines brightly.
Life is sweet.
PS Caitlin, if this continues, shall we teach the girl about spell check and punctuation? Perhaps "thinking most of the time" just isn't enough. ;-) Meeooow |
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I'm headed off for a full weekend of kinky fun tomorrow afternoon. Anyone else here going to Black Rose? I've got a busy calendar of people to meet; friends both old and new as well as some potential play partners and service slaves. (oh yes, let me not neglect to mention my most gracious and handsome Gentleman escort. *besitos*) This year is bound to be the best one yet! Drop me a note if you're going to be attending and we can set up a time and place to say hello. I will be hosting an intimate party in my room in the host hotel on Saturday evening. Perhaps, if you please me, I'll find a use for you too. ;-) Be well. Play safe. Lady Cleo |
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This happened less than one hundred years ago! I wonder if it was an issue today; where would the candidates stand? The women were innocent and defenseless, and by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of "obstructing sidewalk traffic." They beat Lucy Burn, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air. They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women. Thus unfolded the "Night of Terror" on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms. When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press. So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because--why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining? Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new movie "Iron Jawed Angels." It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder. All these years later, voter registration is still my passion, but the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient. My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my classroom to talk about it, she looked angry. She was--with herself. "One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie," she said. "What would those women think of the way I use--or don't use--my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn." The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her "all over again." HBO will run the movie periodically before releasing it on video and DVD. I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum. I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order. It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. It is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy. The doctor admonished the men: "Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity." Lady Cleo |
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a special message for women-Get out there and VOTE! |
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I just finished answering 2 months worth of mail. Anything before January 2004 was deleted. I do apologize for being so delinquent in responding to most. I am going to spell out again what is NOT acceptable to me. I'm not sure if many of the members here don't bother to read full profiles, are just too dumb to understand them or perhaps think that they will be the exception to my preferences. Whatever the reasons, it is tedious and time consuming to wade through so many unsuitable letters. Allow me to clarify.
I will consider married submissives only on a Professional basis. Yes, tribute will be required.
I will not again attempt submission to a SWITCH man. If you are switch, you might be considered to serve me. If you are looking to indulge your Dom side-keep looking. I am not for you.
TALL means over 5'11" minimum. If you are a dominant male under that height, do not bother to contact me.
LOCAL is within 60 miles, NJ, NY, parts of PA and CT only. No I will not relocate or travel and No I do not want PT long distance servitude.
FIT means height and weight proportionate. If you are fat and out of shape, you will not appeal or be attractive to me on any level.
I do not want any pictures or descriptions of your dick. I will delete any such contacts without a response.
If I respond to your inquiry with a NO thank you, accept it. You will not change my mind with persuasive attempts.
I have been most fortunate to have met and become friendly with many great lifestyle people in the past several months. My home is being pleasantly maintained by a stable of well behaved boys. I have my cherished girltoy and a few new lovely sluts to keep a smile on my face. I have dated and enjoyed the company of a few fine Dominant men, but alas, none of them has created that "spark" that triggers true submission for me.
Life is good. The days lengthen and the weather warms. The opportunities for fun and growth are infinite. Let us rejoice in the life we are given.
Be well.
Be safe.
Do no harm.
Lady Cleo |
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I am in awe of the power of words. Simple sounds, and combinations of shapes, can influence and affect people far more intensely than actions. Those who are in command of the language have a control that is far greater than I imagined. Some of my words here sent a tiny player scurrying for respite, and shelter from reality. Without any physical involvement, mere words threatened this weakling to the point of taking harrassing action. Ah, but the games of the cowardly are so greatly enhanced by the Internet.
Persons of maturity know that the truth of who we are will always be revealed in time. No matter who slanders us, or what gossip prevails at the moment, our true character will show itself eventually. As powerful as words might be, when they are thrown about carelessly, or are formed without thought to consequence, they too break down into the basic elements from which they are made. There are so many adages to back this thought up. "Everything comes out in the wash." "It takes a lifetime to build a good reputation, and only a second to destroy it." My personal favorite is "Sh-t always floats to the surface eventually."
I am who I am. I am not into role-play or manipulation. Those who know me recognize a woman of honor and integrity. I have made mistakes, as we all have, but my character is strong and honest. I don't kiss ass. I don't play games. I don't hold back when I have something to say. I do not pretend to like anyone who radiates negative energy. Those I care about, I defend fiercely and loyally. Sincerity and genuine personalities attract and hold my affection.
With all this said, I also have more than a bit of passive aggression to my personality. Mess with me and you have made a potent enemy. I like to define myself as a classy b-tch. I doubt that many would argue that label. I am as adamantly against you if you do harm as I am behind you if you have a place in my heart.
Events have put a dent in my apathy for a former friend. Dishonest actions and bad attitude have rekindled outrage and anger. I shall vent here, with apologies to the innocent. Instead of reposting, I shall just write the key words and phrases that best represent the facts. Feel free to contact me for further clarification.
key search terms: LIAR, betrayal, dishonor, hypocrite, unsafe, nonconsensual, coward, con man, chronic and habitual denial, womanizer, twisted morality, no self discipline, parasitic, plagiarizer, opportunist, and, just because I am human and currently CHOOSE to be nasty...overweight, balding, waddle-y walk, chubby cheek, weak jaw, semiliterate, mama's boy, very small hands and feet (sic).
OK. Enough time and energy given to the past and to unproductive thoughts. I am what I am, and I like it.
Moving on.....
Lady Cleo
What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
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I am thankful for my children. Never have I felt such joy, pride,
pain, and fierce protectiveness as I do with them. My daughters share
with me the wonder of growing and learning and becoming more
completely who they are. They are loving, unique, smart, beautiful,
creative and challenging young women. Because of them, the word QUIT
never enters my thoughts.
I am thankful for my home. It is filled with memories of laughter,
tears, hope, despair, and always the promise of tomorrow. It is also
filled with dog and cat hair, clutter, things of beauty, cooking
smells and frequent welcome visitors. I even kind of like the leaky
roof, peeling paint, patchy yard and wet basement. It is a warm and
welcoming sanctuary of peaceful respite.
I am thankful for my job. It pays the bills, offers a rare security,
and provides me with the opportunity to know and share in the lives
of many familles whose challenges most of us can't even fathom. I am
able to give back to the universe through my work, by improving the
quality of life of severely damaged children. They allow me to help
them become the best they can be during the short time allotted
them. To teach is truly to learn twice.
I am thankful to be rid of the lying cowardly switch boy who complicated my life for the better part of 4 years.Removing him from my days was like the painful excision of a cancerous, life draining tumor. I have regained
faith in my instincts, freedom to seek fulfillment, and the thrill of
exploring the endless options presented by each new day without
restriction. The pain he caused evolved into new strength, the
hypocrisy into insightful wisdom, the betrayal into fortified
caution. I loved, I learned, and I still laugh.
I am thankful for my copious wealth of friends; the ones I know only
superficially and can share lighthearted social times with, the true
lasting ones with whom dark hours are shared as readily as moments of
joyful abandon, the new ones I am just getting to know, the ones who
are gone, but have left pieces of themselves in my heart, and
everyone in between. These people are the true treasures and riches.
I am thankful for the opportunity to be alone today. I have the
serene solitude to look into my heart and mind and the leisure to
record what I have found there. I am alone but not lonely. With no
one here but me, I find I enjoy the company. To be honest in self
assessment and content with who you are, is a fine place to be.
It's not the weight of the load, but how you carry it that matters.
Today is truly a day of Thanksgiving.
May your blessings be many.
Cleo
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Musings and Memories of a dark night...
December 1, 1969, marked the date of the first draft lottery held since 1942. This drawing determined the order of induction for men born between January 1, 1944, and December 31, 1950. That was the night your number got called. Literally for many.
The Vietnam "conflict" was in full swing. We had already seen too many of our friends and brothers come home in boxes, in pieces, and with emotional wounds that might never heal. Protests, not Parades welcomed them home. Our families argued politics and morals and obligations. Our parents were of the generation that had served and fought proudly; in W.W.II, in Korea, Panama, Cuba...all over the world, for the love of the homeland and our Liberty. This was something new. As vehemently as we argued our views, those we loved argued the opposing opinions. We were young and full of passionate ideals. We wanted to defend our causes vigorously. We were burning our draft cards, our bras, our pot pipes, and our FLAG. We "Loved the one we were with" and "Made Love, Not War," but we made life sized models of world leaders and violently destroyed them in public gatherings.
In living rooms and dorms and coffee houses across this United States of America, we waited. We were rambunctious with false bravado and hearty camaraderie. We stayed physically close to each other and hugged a lot. We played guitars and sang songs that fortified us. The hour arrived with a deafening hush. We intensely stared at the TV and saw what would be for some the mechanical equivalent of the Grim Reaper. A large glass container held 366 blue plastic balls containing every possible birth date and affecting men between 18 and 26 years old. We stopped breathing. The first capsule was drawn by Congressman Alexander Pirnie (R-NY) of the House Armed Services Committee.
September 14 had "won" the lottery.
The numbers kept rolling in after that, at vertiginous speed. The energy was dynamic and confusing and EXTREME. There were anguished cries of disbelief and rushed exits from the room when someone's number was called. There were chilling feelings of relief that it was NOT your number yet. Then we had guilt, that our own higher number meant that someone across the room was going: brother, boyfriend, best buddy. We cried and hugged and left soon after the 366th number was announced. We retreated to solitude and tried to figure it all out. Some of us still try. All this for a war that no one wanted to fight and that history now confirms we shouldn't have ever entered--
Now is the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
Remember and honor our Veterans today.
We must never forget. |
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I just uploaded 2 new PICs to my album here. They were taken by my dear friend Tony this past July. I have many more from this exciting photo shoot just waiting to be scanned. Knighthawk's's work is on display at Paddles Club NYC if you'd like to see more of what this gifted artist has produced. Enjoy the view. :-) |
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Ahh, Isn't life grand? I've had a wonderful last month of summer--meeting new people, going new places, spending time with friends, exploring new dungeons and clubs as well as time at familiar kinky hang outs. There have been dinners and shows and concerts and parties and fun of all sorts. I am thoroughly enjoying my freedom and exercising my unlimited options.
I know the Fall will be even better. The Baroness' Ball is coming up, I'm hosting another party at my home, looking forward to a road trip into the Blue Ridge mountains, Halloween parties and then Black Rose will be here before we know it. My calendar is full, my heart is at peace, and my mind is challenged.
I am wealthy with kind and supportive friends. The past few weeks have allowed me more time with them, and I am in awe of the truly terrific people I have the privilege of sharing affections with. What a blessing and honor to have genuine people of intelligence and class to spend the days and nights with.
Yes, life IS grand. |
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*Demo: Fists of Fury - Fisting and Beyond, with Lady Cleo and Miss Fistee
*Tonight: Friday, July 18th at Paddles
*Address: #250 West 26th Street (Bet: 7th/8th Ave)
*Time: 8 PM - 9:45 PM (doors open 7:45 PM)
The Presentation:
I can never be fisted!!!! How is that Thingggg going to fit in there????
How many times have we heard that? Well, you will learn, nothing is too big
if done right...
You will learn how to properly and safely fist your partner. This demo will
be like no other, as "selective" audience members will be welcomed to
participate in the fisting of our demo slut. In addition, if any female wants to be
fisted, the presenter will be more than happy to do so.
You will learn about female ejaculation as well. If you never fisted anyone,
and want to learn the proper way to do it, Cum on over.
The presenters:
The sensual and seductive Lady Cleo has been in the scene for over 2 decades.
She is a very knowledgable BDSM lifestyler. One of her many passions is fist
ing females. Cleo will explain the "ins and outs" of what to do and not to do
during fisting..
Miss Fistee has been in the scene for over 2 decades as well. She feels most
are not informed or educated about this extreme form of a sexual kink, and was
kind enough, along with Miss Cleo, to volunteer and do this demo. |
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Kinky and Erotic Greetings to you al
I have updated and revised my profile to refelect my new status of FREE and open to explore. Sadly, the gentleman who I have served loyally for almost 4 years has proven himself to be far less than the honorable man of integrity he presented himself to be. Although saddened by the loss of loving companionship, I am a strong adult woman and have faith that better things are to come. We live, we learn, we grow. I will mourn the ending, but look forward to the future and eagerly seize the present. Dishonesty is synonomous with disrespect. In this lifestyle especially, neither are tolerable. I am more than ready to get out and have some fun. This is not a dress rehearsal. Life is for LIVING. Let the party resume. :-)
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hint: it has to do with methylthiol |
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Thank you to all who have sent me respectful and articulate emails. Please see my updated profile for a better understanding of what and whom I seek.
and now for a kinky trivia question, for those of you with creative and open minds...How can asparagus be used as a punishment within a scene? hmmmm |
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I wish to thank those of you who have sent me polite and articulate letters. I will answer all of them as I find the time. My life, my world, has been extra busy with activities and responsibilities and I have fallen behind with correspondance. It is a good thing to have full days, but much gets left undone. Please have patience and you will hear from me in good time. Be well Play safe
Cleo |
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It is discouraging to have to approach this from a negative angle, but it will help the positive outcome if I weed out what I DON'T want first. If your email to me is going to sound anything like this, save us both some time. "Hello Lady. I'm a Dom male, but would considere switching for a beautiful woman like yourself..." I have been in the scene for MANY years and found very few truly alpha Dominants. All whom I have become acquainted with, I still call friend. Are you out there Sir? |
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This gets comical after a while. I need to be blunt. I am NOT interested in some one who claims to be Dominant yet says they would "consider exploring their submissive side with a woman like me" I AM an equal opportunity pervert, however, I want female subs to be feminine and compliant, male subs to be slavishly and obediently devoted, and Dominant men to be DOMINANT MEN. Simple expectations for a complex lifestyle... |
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Another day with a mailbox full of inquiries from potential slaves who can't bother to turn on their spell check. If you wish to be considered to serve me, be ARTICULATE, be intelligent, be local, be single, be financially secure, be AWARE that it's all about ME. Give me adequate information and give me good reason why I should entertain the idea of training you above all the others.
Any Dominant males out there with the strength and assurance to Dom the Domme? I need to be controlled as well as to control, and my passion to submit remains a burning need within me. I hope to again find ONE worthy of my submission. |
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Many thanks to the administrator of this site for his help in getting my PIC up. I can now share my smile with every one.
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I'm wondering just how much and what facets of myself to reveal in my profile. I shall give it some thought, and create text when I feel more sure of what to expose and what to hold back for future discovery. I am happy to see many familiar names and faces on this site and hope this indicates the quality and integrity of most of the members. I welcome hearing from any and all of you. Intelligent conversation and new kinky friends are always welcomed.
Yours in perverted pleasures,
Cleo |
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