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Not all Goddesses are created equal and some females adopt the moniker with nary an inkling of what it denotes. What you must have among other qualities is some decorum and class, unlike the twerp who disrespected me by suggesting that I would look good kneeling at her feet !! Seriously, bitch ? I think you would look better under the heel of my boot.. Such insolence and idiocy ! |
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So you are a switch ! Congratulations ! However, you may be confused if you imagine that I am . Mistress strongly recommends that you find someone else to play with. NEXT ! |
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Don't get it twisted bitches, I'm NOT here to serve you-you bitches are here to serve moi! If you are in a relationship, you cannot be my property, cannot be controlled by me. I prefer to own you-not have shares in you ! DON'T WASTE MY TIME ! |
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Seriously, I wish I could reach out and slap the shit out of the idiots from Australia, Ireland, Sweden etc who write to me swearing their devotion. Sure you're willing to travel, my ass!!
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If you were here right now, I would have a drink for you. Not thirsty, then a shower would be in order !! Aren't you the lucky bitch ! First, I like you to present yourself au naturel of course. I like to see what I have to work with. I might ask you to get on your knees and bark like a dog. Why ? It amuses me and I want to know if we have a chihuahua or a pit bull on hand.
There are several tasks I may command you to do and if they fail to meet my expectations, your ass will pay the price. Those of you who've had the privilege of a spanking, know that I mean business. If you think it would only be a light playful spanking, dream on!
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Subs eagerly assure me that I won't be disappointed. Ugh-I'm disappointed already hearing that! What is so hard to understand, bitches ??? I want no posers, been there, done that and kicked his ass! Now, I want one capable of utmost devotion. I cannot stress enough that you must be reliable-anything else is disrespectful and that will not pass. I'm not interested in players who have a list of their fetishes ready to present to me. I'll happy to tell you where to put it. I like attachments, getting to know you inside out-how else can I pull the strings and turn the screws?
So if you get this, know that I value intellect and good humor, abhor sloth and deceit.
Physically, I prefer tall-as in much taller than I am. It's more fun to bring you to your knees. Okay, this is all for now. Let's try this again, bitches! |
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Was reminded how disagreeable some so-called subs can be. Mistress was contacted by an allegedly nice guy who was not that far from where she lives. This jackass proceeded to try to interrogate Mistress , asking her age and other impertinence. While Mistress can appreciate healthy skepticism and a need to know about each other, boorish manners will not be tolerated ! |
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On Valentine's Day, got an email that flowers had arrived for me at my former address in Jersey from an idiot that I had banished some years ago.Really!!! The card begged my forgiveness and left a phone number-how pathetic! I never saw the flowers of course as I gave instructions for them to be dumped. Some people are so obsessive and out of touch with reality, as if I would ever deign to acknowledge anyone I had banished.I think not!
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According to this sub's profile, eating ass is taboo-not in my world it's not! I require that my ass be frequently and thoroughly eaten, probed and sucked. If you can't deal, move on,bitch!
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your mask has slipped. Such a fake you've turned out to be. I remain as I was before except for my contempt!
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Insanely busy these days but I return here to seek prospective subs and to shake my head at the myriad of idiots who send me ridiculous messages like that dom who wants to fuck my ass (!) Dream on silly, bitch! Still dreaming dreaming of New York/New Jersey...
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When you get right down to it, no man is worthy but there are a few who could get my attention and you were tested and failed.Your failure will forever tarnish you and no bouquet of words will make me forgive you or believe in you.You needed to believe and you doubted.There is no redemption.
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Sure you'd like to be my butt-licking, pussy-slurping, toe-sucking bitch-but you are too much of a coward and too much of a wimp! Don't waste my time, bitch!
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Florida like much of the country is under a cold spell but Mistress has yet to break out even a denim jacket. The bitch constantly asks if I'm not cold and I constantly respond in the negative.When I see -30 degree weather up north and wind chill in the teens in Jersey, I appreciate the relatively balmy 30's and 40's here. I'm concerned for my garden though, there's another freeze warning for tonight-bummer!
My toes tend to get cold though and a sub warming them up is just the ticket!
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Dear Santa,
You bitch! What were you thinking? Did you not READ my last letter? Obviously, you passed it on to one of your short-assed underlings-how dare you!
Now listen up fat boy and listen well! Send me a proper sub-not a whiny wannabe-make him virile and eager,born to adore One such as Moi.
Make him tremble in anticipation of my presence and bow the knee at my command.
Let his greatest pleasure be to hear my laughter,( mocking though it may be), and my purr of approval.Let him crave and fear my lash on his bare ass, my hot piss all over his face!
Send a dirty slut, a loyal bitch, smart and funny to keep me entertained.
Did you get all that big boy? Send me what I want and don't make me come over there.I know where you live!
MistressSher
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Mistress was recently asked by a so called dom male if she ever "considered an equal".Is a mother equal to a child? Society may accord you a certain alpha status by virtue of your gender,but don't expect me to buy into that crap! I see right through you and the charade that must be perpetuated to lull your silly fears.
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There many things I prefer not to command but of which I dream, like you getting on all fours and sniffing my ass while I stand at the kitchen sink, so that I can turn and slap the shit out of you and then force your head there, or sit on your face until you gasp for breath, is that what you crave,bitch? Or you crawling to me on your knees while I'm on the computer, looking a little embarrassed unable to speak until prompted then hardly being able to get the words out, beg for my golden nectar.You will be denied while I enjoy your discomfiture then leashed and led to the bathroom-ooh, is that my pussy and nipples getting all excited?
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Visited New Jersey and New York last weekend. There is definitely a different energy there, a vitality alien to Florida. Saw the last of the Fall foliage ( most of it on the grass!) and the mums were stylin' and the roses still fierce in brilliant color and squirrels still frantically gathering for the Winter and oh, the weather was divine! Cool enough for boots yet not too cold to enjoy sashaying in them outdoors. Au revoir,New York!
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Mistress is known for her persistence, certainly for her sense of honor, but there is something to be said for recognizing when one has cast one's pearls to swine.
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Will be in Jersey for the weekend, will try to savor every minute.Sometimes, one needs to step back to recapture the vision, to gain a fresh perspective. Definitely needs to shake the feeling that this state has been one big gyp!
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you may rest on your laurels and forget who I am-I NEVER forget,bitch!!!
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BREAKING NEWS!!! There are many phonies on this website-okay, so it's no surprise to many but not a day goes by where someone does not complain bitterly about it...hello,welcome to the internet! My favorite rants are the ones that challenge Dominas to prove themselves true.Yeah, that'll work...
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you should be here now when I ache in every muscle,here to massage away the tension and make Mistress relax.Take my toes in your mouth bitch, and worship my feet with proper reverence.Whatever happened to the subs who knew what service is all about? Now all I see are fetishists eager to waste my time pretenders who promise much and deliver little! Ugh!
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Let's cut to the chase. Mistress is seeking a sub who is available, single and know better than to expect me to indulge him! Ideally within easy driving distance from Fort Myers.Absolutely, positively no smokers!
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His messages did not interest me in the least. he was another wannabe sub who didn't get it-sending me a vivid description of how he would like to worship my ass and body...yawn. This time he enclosed a cock pic in profile...oh mama! Suddenly, I wanted to see more.It would certainly not guarantee his acceptance but Mistress does like to be entertained. Show me what you got,bitch!
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If you wonder why I viewed your profile and then blocked you, it is because I read your journal entries, saw that you were a troll, pronounced you repugnant and took the necessary steps to discourage you from even imagining that I would be interested.you know who you are.Mystery solved.
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Mistress was reclining on the sofa in the middle of the day, dressed literally only in a shirt when a shadow crossed her window.Getting up to quickly glance in the direction the shadow had disappeared she saw a bike and backpack leaning against the back fence.Slipping on a pair of shorts and exiting through the garage,Mistress grabbed her machete en route to investigate this interloper. Whoever it was had vanished but Mistress casually hooked the backpack on the blade of the machete and with the other hand wheeled the bike away.She stored them in the garage and locked the door, but not before gingerly opening the bag with paper towels to see what was inside-some funky-looking shirt, a water bottle and a gatorade. Damn-no contraband! How not exciting.She had barely gotten back inside when she saw the befuddled owner looking around in the backyard.Stepping out onto the lanai, she ordered him over. He was a tall sweaty young man in his twenties. I asked him if he was looking for his bike and what the hell was he doing in my yard.Apparently he had been using it a shortcut to get to the house behind us. After voicing my displeasure at his tresspass and hearing his repeated reassurance that he had not looked into my windows, I directed him to meet me at the garage door. The bitch was grateful to get his stuff and very apologetic.He promised not to do it again.He'd better not.There is a new sheriff in town!
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It merely smoulders for now-earlier walking past that fat guy down the block, shirtless and sweating, mowing his lawn,I had to stop myself from going over and telling him to come by when he was done, to do my lawn next. I would give the bitch the address and after directing him to get to it, watch him in the heat from the cool of the house.If I feel like it, I would offer him some water.When he accepted, I would pour it over him and tell him to do a good job and let me know when he's done. I would be ensconced on the sofa when the timid knock came, and look him up and down as if I had never seen him ...before brusqely ordering him inside.No doubt, he would have great expectations.No doubt, he would be flabbergasted as he was ordered to only sniff my ass.No doubt he would be eager to return same time next week and not to touch his pitiful cock in the interim.
No doubt Mistress is given to flights of fancy and horny this time of month!
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These bitches still don't get it.It's bad enough when your profile is riddled with errors but the biggest one of all is your focus on what you want.I couldn't care less what you want,bitch! Tell me in specific terms how you can serve ME -as in what skills you have and your availability-and don't give me any crap about serving me however I want.That's copping out and tells me nothing. If I'm interested I might want to know your experience.While I'm married, I prefer to stay clear of married men sneaking around on their wives.
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If you wish to serve me and hold my interest, here are few pointers: I abhor dishonesty at any level and if you can't be honest with yourself, don't waste my time. I may be a Domina but I live and love to laugh, if you are one of those bitches with a chemical imbalance and negative energy, stay out of my way.I don't need it.Remember who you are and never forget who I am-I won't ask you to jump off a bridge but I will demand the respect to which I'm entitled every time! A word to the wise is sufficient.
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Why the hell don't you bitches who want to protest health reform or
gripe about whatever other bugbear you have up your ass, go walk the
picket lines like other Americans who want to be seen and heard? Is
there no getting away from you assholes anywhere? This is not someone's personal musings, mind you-it's in your face propaganda. When I come on here I
expect to hear about BDSM or get some insight into the personalities of
those into the lifestyle-not futile, ignorant and divisive, political
crap! There are other appropriate fora for that,bitches!
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I really don't need you to stroke my ego-I do an excellent job of that for myself. I never need to prove that I'm a Domina-I'm not defined by you. As for those subs who like to top from the bottom, I'm on to you,bitches!
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It has been said that there is no such thing as a stupid question-don't believe it! Stupid Question of the Week goes to the Florida dom who asks if I ever bottom(!)- bitch is out of his damn mind or suicidal!
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Mistress has always been willing and more than able to stand up for herself and see through the pathetic and cowardly tactics of internet bullies. Mistress however is pleased by the supportive messages she continues to recieve from her loyal admirers and even from total strangers. To each individual, I say,"Good boy!"
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Spankophile-how delicioso! Mistress just became acquainted with the word, the legitimacy of which is suspect-but it'll do for now.Am definitely a spankophile, makes my titties and clit soo excited, from the spanker's position of course! Suggest turning the tables at your peril. This booty is above being slapped!
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Now some ugly asshole from Denmark wants to know if I'm a man or woman with my big arms...hm, I should hope they are big.I do work on them but what did he do to achieve his man boobs? Something is rotten in the state of Denmark and Mistress knows who it is! he's probaby wanking off to my promise to hold his puny ass down and slap the shit out of him. Is this the only way for some people to get attention? How pathetic, now fuck off, you jealous bitches! Mistress has to go lift some weights and enjoy Cheaters!
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Really must stop staying up so late to watch "Cheaters", it's messing up my sleep patterns.Off to bed.Night y'all!
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Received the following from lovelylove:
OMG, You are a cow, are those tree trunks or your thighs?!!
Touched by her solicitous inquiry,I expressed my own concern over her elephantiasis and explained that I lift weights and was rather fond of my thighs, actually (as are my myriad admirers). Then, it dawned on me, as I perused her pics that her asinine use of a certain bovine reference for me was somewhat ironic, to say the least.Gentle reader, I present to you,Exhibit A, lovelylove's own profile pics and Exhibit B, her statement about respect. The evidence speaks for itself.This person is no svelte nymph and clearly has no clue about the meaning of respect.I rest my case and recommend that the delusional plaintiff osculate my dark and ample derriere.
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The bitch and I went for a moonlit walk after midnight tonight.The street was empty and silent,just a silver ribbon stretching into the distance punctuated by streetlights.There were two sets of shadows,one cast by the streetlights and a paler, shorter set defined by the mistress of the night. We didn't stop for shoes, I wore a long skirt drawn up over my boobies and my bitch wore khakis-no shirt, we sauntered down the middle of the road,hand in hand and it was all good. It is such funny,whimsical,serendipitous moments that I tuck away in memory to savor in years to come.
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How creepy are some of these guys on here? The crazy eyes and the penchant for hurting women...just one step away from being locked up in the loony bin or the big house Maybe they are out on parole or off their meds .To each his own, but you bring some crazy racist sadistic shit to me and you are liable to be pulling your balls outa your ass!
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Seriously,if you are one of those men masquerading as a dom-DO NOT SEND ME ANY MESSAGES! I will be addressing you as the bitch that you are and your little ego may not be able to take it so save yourself the time or come correct with respect,bitch!
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I don't get on my knees often but today I thought of being on my knees, my butt thrust towards your face, ordering you to worship it.I could almost feel your tongue probing my asshole, wet and hungry, sucking and probing, licking it all over. Kiss those cheeks bitch,run your eager tongue the length and breadth of it, marvel at its firm fullness, sniff between the cracks and show your appreciation! Good boy...Mistress likes that.
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Mistress has decided she could get used to wearing scrubs...oh, the possibilities!
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So this poor sap who couldn't get a girlfriend decides to kill off some women working out in a gym. He shoulda said he was a dom and posted his pecs on here and avoided the bloodshed!
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Friggin' racist mosquitoes! I swear, I'll be sitting with my bitch and they make a beeline (you know what I mean!) for me. I know I'm dark, delicious and juicy but come on! Thwarted by the lemon eucalyptus oil, I sprayed on my exposed skin, one flew up my nose. My bitch -who sometimes fancies himself a comedian-advised me to spray up there too.Very funny, bitch! Someone's cruisin' for a bruisin'!
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Mistress has been hitting the books so to speak, just to take some stupid test that confirmed that her language skills are in the top 2 percentile and her math is okay. Tell me something I don't know-I hate exams. In my other life, coursework constituted 80% of the final grade. Some people just don't test well but are entirely competent and as Mistress firmly believes - intelligence is multi-faceted and many tests are biased. Mistress is actively job seeking and may not be on here as often.
On to a lighter note, someone farts in their sleep. Last night after the second, er... gurgle,the bitch made a hasty escape from the room! Hey, it was a sweet fart!!
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Unless you are a Domina, I will address you as bitch, so don't feel special. Do we understand each other,bitches?
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Disillusioned and disappointed-the irony of it all!
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To the bitch from Florida and her pathetic attempt at political humor:
The joke you just told isn’t funny one bit.
It’s pointless and dull, wholly lacking in wit.
It’s so old and stale, it’s beginning to smell!
Besides,you and the other losers can go to hell!
(Apologies to Anonymous)
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I've created a monster it seems...administered a relatively light spanking to my Scrabble partner for losing four consecutive games and he wrote to say that he was so excited that he had to"finish up things" himself when he got home. He will be very disappointed if he thinks this is how things will be going!
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Ended up in the hospital yesterday to my surprise and the utter distress of my husband.For some reason, I had entered the car feeling faint and promptly passed out! Mistress had to be tended to by paramedics on the scene and whisked away to the hospital where a battery of tests from ekg to chest x-ray and analyses of bodily fluids were carried out . I was to be admitted for more tests but after a belligerent nurse refused to let my husband discuss our options, AND EVEN SUMMONED THREE SECURITY GUARDS(!) I walked out. My bitch was a pit bull yesterday-the only one who tells him what to do is Moi, not some nurse with no manners. Back home, I was entreated not to lift a finger,( not that I was inclined to).Feeling much better today and glad I didn't have to undergo totally unnecessary tests or had to sleep in the hospital and be subjected to their fashion sense and food-ugh!
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According to the Happy Planet Index, Costa Rica is the happiest country followed by the Dominican Republic and Jamaica. I don't know about the first two but of the latter-no problem,mon!
On to other news, Mistress wrecked the car yesterday and can once again confirm that She has the best husband (and bitch) in the world.
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Serena is again a Wimbledon champion and Venus is still a Goddess! All hail!!
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I see the Poinciana, regal and red -flamed,June roses, Pawpaws, a mango tree in someone's backyard and was that really a cashew tree with bright red fruit? I cut open a green coconut with a machete I sharpened myself and put my lips to it and drink. I hug myself because here,I can always lift my face to the rain and receive a thousand wet kisses...then someone tells me of the old alligator blind in one eye who lays her eggs in his backyard and every time he has to call Animal Control to come and remove them and I wonder WTF?! I'm to learn to live where snakes slither and gators roam and lightning bolts are hurled daily.I can do this.I'm a Domina after all and will do what I gotta do!
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Oh the games these bitches play! You ask them a question, they reply with a question and then ignore the original question all together.Then they pop up to say how gorgeous you are! Did you think I had forgotten that my question had not been answered,bitch?
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He came over and was obviously pleased to see me, commenting that I looked even better than my pic and how he had been praying that I would at least look like what I had sent.I thanked him graciously and ushered him to the table. He promised that his wife didn't mind him coming over to play Scrabble with a strange woman but did ask if he was going to be playing strip Scrabble.That was not going to happen.I did not care to see him naked. We played two games.In the first he commented that I was a Master at the game.'Mistress',I automatically corrected,totting up my score for UNGIFTED. He seized upon that."Mistress has two meanings", he offered eagerly, giving me the meanings."Are you a Mistress?"
"A Mistress of Scrabble,"I murmured. Naturally he lost the first game and the second was a debacle."I deserve a spanking.If we were playing strip Scrabble I'd be wearing only one sock by now!" he lamented. I told him I was lucky in my selection and then excused myself. I returned shortly with a studded paddle."Bend over,bitch!" I commanded. He was surprised -delightfully so.
"So you ARE a Mistress!"he breathed. I merely shrugged and told him I wasn't serious about the spanking. He was after all married and did not have his wife's permission for a spanking!He was visibly disappointed and offered himself.I told him to be careful what he wished for and ushered him to the front door.
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To the twit from Tennessee who was so offended by my last journal entry: It was my pleasure,bitch! Get over yourself and stop looking for attention and wasting my time.Now crawl away.Mistress has better things to do.
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Okay bitches-if you are given to ranting and raving about Politics, spare me your opinions! I don't give a flying fuck if you fear Obama's policies or whatever.If your intellect is limited to mind-numbing jawing about how the country is being run, don't come to me with that shit. Get a life! Oh, this is your life? Posting your political views on a BDSM website because no one will listen to you? Can you say, pathetic? That's not what I'm here for. People seem to lose their minds when discussing said subject and have little sense of balance and intellectual honesty-quite distasteful! It's boring.Boring.Boring! Not to mention it's usually the yahoos who like to run their mouths! you know who you are, you boring, dumb bitches! Ugh!
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So Michael Jackson has passed on-there will be no comeback. I've always been able to separate the man from the music,whatever foibles and flaws he might have had,he was a talent for the ages.May his soul rest in peace and here's to a normal life for his children.
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Have begun my walking regimen again. It's harder in the heat here but easier somewhat because there are virtually no hills. This morning as I put my socks on, I remarked to my bitch that they were ripe and he was lax in doing the laundry. With the weather here feet and socks get smelly quickly.I sweat like a horse but that's fine.Would like you to be here afterwards to lick the sweat out of my ass crack, clean my smelly feet with your tongue ...and don't forget my ice tea,bitch!!
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At first I thought it was a lizard, they are all over the place here and I don't mind them at all.Then I quickly note that this "lizard" was unusually fat and long.It was that damn snake again.It had crawled up a small pipe that was part of the sprinkler system and was waving a challenge! I grabbed the nearest thing (a shovel) and headed out.As before, it raced away to the neighbor's backyard with lightning speed. I've read that it is non-poisonous and protected and I should leave it alone.Fine, let it stay out of my yard.Anyone got a mongoose for rent? The only snake I want to see is the one between my bitch's legs, thank you very much!
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There seems to be some confusion regarding my marital status.I have accordingly changed my profile to reflect the fact that I am indeed married. Just to let you other bitches know, my husband will always be my alpha bitch!
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And keeping to himself begins to deal
And still the King of Hearts is well concealed
Another losing game comes to an end
And deals him out again
Solitaire
Neil Sedaka
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I miss you.I miss calling you up and having you come pick me up and seeing the devotion in your eyes. I miss torturing your ass mentally and physically...
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Should you for a moment think that I'm here to serve your purpose-think again.Should you for an instant forget who I am-remember! I live in the real world and play on my terms. Do not dare approach with your little peccadilloes unless requested to do so,bitch!
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Familiarity breeds contempt. I strive for equilibrium and gone are the rages that drove me years ago.I know who I am and celebrate that as I strive to remain true to myself.You will never hear that I have ceased to "explore my Dominant side" as some have declared on here.Here you find no switch. I can be steel clad in velvet.Make no mistake about the Domina within,bitch!
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Some have questioned why I think the owner of that BDSM store should be be boycotted.The store owner should respect David Carradine's privacy in my
opinion.Why did she need to tell the media what he purchased? It's
nobody's business and only plays to those with lurid interests and
holds the BDSM community to ridicule! So he messed up big time and died-should he be held to ridicule or should it be a cautionary tale? I don't care for any store owner benefitting from cheap publicity in such circumstances,let the dead rest in peace!
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According to a news account on David Carradine: The owner of Susie's Delights in the Los Angeles suburb of Tarzana
revealed that 72-year-old Carradine was a regular who shopped in the
store a few times a month for several years.
She said Carradine owned almost every piece of bondage equipment that the shop stocked.
I think the BDSM community should boycott this business!
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So Mistress after a leisurely breakfast and going through her mail, decided to water her growing collection of potted plants. As I started to pour water on the dracaena, a slithery black serpent raced out from a bed of leaves just outside the lanai. My mind flashed to my machete before remembering that I sent it away to be sharpened. I watched as the snake raced through the fence and towards some plants near the neighbor's lanai.Maybe he'll encounter that yappy Jack Russell who lives there.Just yesterday, I was assured by a friend of my bitch, that these snakes were rarely seen...yeah,right! Why have I seen them twice in just a few days? Just wait till I get my machete back! Ugh!
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Okay, bitches-Mistress knows you are eager to serve her but Mistress desires some time to acclimate...to snakes, mosquitoes, extraordinarily noisy birds, dogs who rush out of their yards when I walk by,oppressive heat outdoors etc but loving the scenery,loving having my alpha bitch at my beck and call, loving shopping and browsing in garden stores and wielding my machete! Later,bitches!
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First, I'm being eaten alive by mosquitoes then this afternoon I encounter my first snake! I had put our turtles out on the lanai to bask when I happened to look out and see a black snake slither out of sight. Though having a horror of snakes,I did not hesitate. I ran to get my new machete from the garage(yes, I use one)calling for my bitch as I went. I was assured that it was a Black racer and non-venomous, it sure lived up to its name! Though I kept well out of its way, I was fully prepared to turn it into shish kebab should it come in my direction.Fortunately, my bitch scared the hell out it and chased it outside and the only evidence of its presence was the snake poop it left behind.Ugh!Let's hope I don't meet a gator next!
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Still unpacking and settling in.Am being eaten alive by mosquitoes-ugh! Love the weather and don't mind the daily thunderstorms, they are usually brief. Love having my bitch at my beck and call, he's learning that Mistress is not fond of micro-management but he is in need of some discipline.
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Unplugging my computer to pack and ship after this entry.Next journal entry will be from Florida.Later,bitches!
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Mistress has been invited to share her views on the fora-not going to happen! I would cause an uproar.Mistress is not always politically correct, has a penchant for playing Devil's Advocate and does not readily jump on bandwagons. I have the unpopular habit of thinking for myself and calling them as I see them. I defy stereotypes and get very frustrated if I can't slap the shit out of some disrespectful bitch, so I think, I'll stay put, thank you very much!
Now excuse me while I go work on a voodoo doll... and unleash some obeah!
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Now this one claims to be a victim of purloined pics too, highly unlikely! I've seen the pics-nothing worth stealing!
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Unbelievable! There this obviously disturbed dude who has invited me to view his boring long ass profile complete with references for about the sixth time now-each time different name , same profile! Why would any Domina be interested in such a pathetic creature? We generally enjoy Dominating the socially alpha males not the wimps-contrary to popular opinion. Get a grip,bitch!
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I totally like to see penis ( and pussy) pics-BUT ONLY BY MY DIRECTIVE!( Sending unsolicited nude pics is totally disrespectful!) Mistress might like to see what you're packing-or not.If you must show it to her in person, what's the difference? I do not require your face to be included in the pics and no, I do not get off viewing them!
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So we have a new Supreme Court nominee-Sonia Sotomayor, a woman and a Latina! You go, girl-let's have some common sense on the bench!
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My pussy longs for your mouth, my nipples strain against my bra anticipating your kisses.I will be opening my ass to welcome your worship and when the urgency is satisfied.I'll plug you and piss on you,my sweet, dirty, nasty, little bitch! you are such a good boy,Mistress hardly needs to spank you but she will be observing you with an eagle eye...
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Just got back from shipping boxes.Saw this black car all taped up with silver duct tape at the post office.It reminded me of a sub I had who thought it was a good idea to tape his rear view mirror with said tape- until we went to Great Adventure...
I remember it as if it were yesterday.The ostritches were welcoming, the giraffes were gracious, the elephants were oblivious and the lions didn't give a damn. The last animals were the baboons. They were greatly offended by a car entering their territory with a taped up mirror and were having none of it. They swarmed the car and ripped that sh*t off giving us mean looks as they did so. They were going for the rubber lining around the windshield while my sub frantically tried to shoo them off by banging on the windows and yelling.My initial alarm turned to a frenzy of laughter that made my sides ached.When they were good and ready, the baboons walked off, presenting their red butts as a final insult. Mistress was still laughing after we exited the park.I got some startled looks but that only made me laugh harder. That bitch got a new mirror the next day.Ah, good times.
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The two cups of green tea Mistress drank this morning is urging her to empty her bladder, who's a thirsty bitch? Who wants a golden shower all over him, on his cock, in his hair...Mmm.
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There is no je ne sais quois about it. You walk with authority. You voice is a soft imperative. You are assertive rather than aggressive. You are aware of your feminine power. You know that the natural order of things is for a man to defend,protect and pleasure you-even when you are perfectly capable of doing so yourself! You know it is your wish that is his command and you have no qualms about punishing him, should he forget. You do not indulge psychopathic bullies...(these deserved to be caged indefinitely). You know a tribute is a gift rather than a payment and you are not for sale.You know only the smartest,strongest specimen actually get it! You, my dear, are a Domina!
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Yet another dom on my list of admirers-come over to the dark side,bitches!
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Have removed all face pics after someone pirated one and had it on different websites, they can now kiss my ass!
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I see subs declaring that they are not into humiliation...and I smile.While Mistress doesn't fancy public humiliation, she finds that verbal and and physical humiliation to be an exciting tool in letting a bitch know his place.It is however a tool to be used wisely, the objective is not to dishearten the bitch but to harden his little cock and stiffen his little nipples(the better to tease him,my dear), as you tell him what a worthless slut he is and what a nasty whore and he's your bitch and he dare not forget it as Mistress would be only too happy to remind him.Ah,there it is...Mistress is getting excited just thinking about berating her bitch.Get over here you, little cunt!
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Sorting through my boot collection today-when did I acquire so many and what was I thinking about when I got that one with the clunky heel? Here's the one I wore with that catsuit and had that man following me from the Port Authority all the way down to Macy's begging for my number. (He didn't get it)These are the white ones I wore to that reggae club in New York with that short white flapper dress-my sub drew many envious stares that night.Here are those cowboy boots I wore in Philly when someone shouted, "Get a room!" at me and him.Ahh, the overtheknee favorites I wore when I fucked that redhead in the ass...the soft suede ones I had that little skinny bitch carefully unzip, kissing each one before worshiping my feet, and here are those shiny patent leather ones I wore in a long drive from Jersey to Florida and had my bitch hurriedly take them off just before diving into my wet and eager pussy...memories.
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Westchester Man, 65, Accused of Demanding Sex from Aide
WHITE PLAINS, N.Y. (AP)
-- A 65-year-old New York man has been charged with sex abuse and labor
trafficking for allegedly demanding sexual favors from a 21-year-old
Hungarian woman he hired as an assistant.
Westchester County District Attorney Janet DiFiore says Joseph
Yannai of Pound Ridge brought the woman to his home, limited her phone
calls and e-mails and gave her no spending money.
DiFiore said that when the woman realized she would be coerced into
sexual favors, she escaped with the help of another Hungarian in the
area and contacted police.
DiFiore says other foreign women had also worked at the house.
Yannai was arraigned Monday and posted $100,000 bail. His lawyer,
John Pappalardo, said Yannai denies any sexual abuse or sexual slavery.
Hmmm, wonder how they met...
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I know, I know-no new pics.Wait till early June,bitches. Mistress is caught up with sorting through an accumulation of stuff-some things just can't be delegated -orgasm key chain,anyone?
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So some little fellow(5'9") 24 years old expects me to respect him as a master-ooh boy! Can you say delusional? I have subs who could push you over with their pinky! Mistress does not need to convince anyone that She is a Domina and if you have to maybe...you need something more, perhaps? I would be a Domina with or without submissives just as I am female whether there are males in the vicinity or not...you may be some little girl's idea of a master but don't bring that nonsense to me.I will literally laugh you to scorn!
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Have taken pics off will replace them later.
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A bitch once told Mistress that he never said Goodbye.he preferred to say, Later or some equivalent. Mistress now understands why.Just now the pool guy is telling me he'll miss me...oookayy, and a little kid who's one of my best buds said he hoped this month would never end, then I got people hugging on me and- what the hell! Don't make me do it... I won't cry. I'll just celebrate all the people who give a damn.Here's to you!
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Victory! The thief has been booted off for stealing my pics and
Mistress learned that he even had them on other sites-makes me want to
meet this bitch so I can teach him respect!
Now for those of you in the know, how does Mistress copyright and
otherwise protect her images? Legal and practical advice would be
greatly appreciated.
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Bitches, We know when you are there touching your stupid little cocks,breathing hard, begging for humiliation, wanting it so badly, you can almost smell the leather of my boots. you will not be indulged unless I want to torture you and leave you hanging...and I have better things to do!
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They should definitely hire Dominas to interrogate terrorist detainees. Dreaming of the many virgins awaiting them would be the last thing on their minds. I nominate Lorena Bobbit as head consultant...pun intended!
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Found out who the thief is-the one who stole my photo and displayed it on another site. you know who you are,bitch and you need to take it down since you had no permission to use it. I'll be watching you, I'm persistent. I'm your Nemesis,bitch!
Thanks to the one who brought it to my attention.Good boy!
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How lovely to be a woman
And have one job to do;
To pick out a boy and train him
And then when you are through,
You've made him the man you want him to be!
Life's lovely when you're a woman like me!
From Bye Bye Birdie
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you must be so lonely-everything that comes from you is an angry rant.What's the matter masterful one, the ladies see through you and ignore you? Try puffing up yourself some more and calling them names, that'll show them who is master! Don't feel too bad my little jester bitch, you still provide entertainment for me every time you appear.Dance, puppet,dance!
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Just saw someone use 'fuckwit'|
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A person who is not only lacking in clue but is apparently unable or
unwilling to acquire clue even when handed it on a plate in generous
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Where do people acquire this vocabulary?!
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Someone suggested that I could be a part of The Real Housewives of New Jersey -not only do I abhor shallow carping and gossip, the conspicuous consumption and flaunting of wealth is pathetic. Give me funny, smart women who discuss ideas and events rather than people and their possessions.
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Mistress is fascinated and somewhat horrified by the vicious invectives used here by many.What the hell is a dumbshit and is there a smartshit? I've seen asshat and didn't know they made these for that part of the anatomy! Yikes!
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Okay, it's time for me to go to bed.This is getting ridiculous when some fool thinks President Obama is up reading the journal entries on Collarme!
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I would be there just about every week.I shopped at the stores so many times.I can close my eyes and see them now. I remember getting the call to turn the TV on and seeing the horror played out, and being frozen with grief and rage. For years I refused to go there to see the scars in the ground until one day almost by chance I came upon it and the nightmare returned. I saw the gash in the earth, the hole like an unfilled grave and I, not an overly emotional woman was shaking unable to voice the depth of my grieving. How dare they?! How f***ing dare they do this thing?! Then the mockery of a misguided war declared by a fool turned rage into dismay as the ground remained empty.
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I'm thinking of you too, my alpha bitch.We had done much except for one thing and that night I demanded it, but you were nervous and Mistress understood that you felt pressured so I was patient and you left for a short while.What the hell you did, I have no idea but you returned and I still wanted you-but no pressure. Then somehow it happened and you were inside me and oh so gentle and I felt complete, your cum filling my pussy in the throes of a sacred dance. Mistress has love for you,bitch.
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I'm thinking of you tonight. I remember watching you stand before me naked and ashamed of your body.you were almost 20 years younger but you had heart in approaching me and you made me laugh, plus I loved those earnest blue eyes and your Italian fire.But there you stood as I appraised you. I remember ordering you to the bed. I remember taping your cock and balls with duct tape when that silly device we got from that store in the Bronx was too tight for your thick cock. I remember ripping the tape off and how you howled in pain while I doubled up with laughter.I remember that you still got hard and whimpered like a little girl when I slid my wet pussy down on your shaft. How your whimpering turned me on. I told you to shut the f**** up but I didn't mean it. I remember you coming hard with me, your cries wrenching every drop of cum from my pussy. I remember, bitch.
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A Saudi judge says it's okay to slap wives. Societies that oppress women all seem to have a fear of having women claim their human rights. What cowards!
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Once again, it must be said.Let it be known that submissive men are among the strongest on the planet.Being a sub takes devotion, patience,bravery and heart. Most of the subs I know are powerful alpha males in their professional lives and any Domina who's the real deal knows what a valuable commodity they are. They don't have to prove their manhood because they are already secure in this aspect. They have imagination and a sensuality devoted to pleasing women and will go to the ends of the earth for her.If that's not your raison d'etre as a straight or bi male, then you are not worthy of the attentions of the strongest women on the planet!
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I've seen pathetic but policy forbids me naming names, anyone who allegedly admits they are fake then posts how desperate and stupid the people are who respond to them has achieved a new low in my book. How much attention do you really need to feel validated,bitch?
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"If a woman lays down and allows a man to walk all over her,she should not complain about the footmarks on her behind"
Judge Lynn Toler
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What the hell?! I knew I'm fine but color me flabbergasted! Mistress just received a picture of herself enthroned with a kneeling naked male at her side.I never gave permission for this pic which was photoshopped from the one on Collarme-(I do not own such a throne). Mistress would appreciate advice from anyone who knows how to get the offending site to remove this image. Thanks,bitches!
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If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! |
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"The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world."
Rock on, moms!
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I leave them there with a note:TAKE ME and walk quickly away.I don't
look back.I don't think about the fat one that made me laugh or kept me
up at night or the thin one that made me ponder.I don't think about the
delicate one that kept me company on that long ride to DC. I hope
someone will love and cherish them as I did.
They won't accept them but maybe someone going in or out of that library will. I don't look back.
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I have just subscribed to the journal of a second person on Collarme.PETAH-you crack me up!
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Hint: If you look like a serial killer or something from the basement of a wax museum-spare us! Or at least, keep away from viewing my profile-ye gads!
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Did you wonder why I laughed then? For one thing I like to see you squirm, for another, it just comes bubbling out. (I remember to my shame once trying to stop from exploding at a wake (!) and several times in a church when members were filled with the Holy Ghost-but I was much younger and that's another story). I laughed at the audacity of your wish. This is not something to which one as lowly as you are should dare to aspire. But a part of Mistress admired your bravery, that you,bitch should hope for a kiss.
"On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire? "
-Blake
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If you're a dom who's sent me mail lately and wondered at my lack of response, your message was deleted unread. I only respond to the handful who know their place with me.
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This just in:
i am a married male and looking for a discrete non sexual arrest frisk uniform type scene
bitch,if you don't know the meaning of "discrete", that's the first strike.The second strike is you obviously did not bother to read my profile and thirdly you are obviously a player looking for someone to scratch your itch.I'm off to buy the uniform right now!
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First he was a sub now he's a dom...he may be confused but I'm not.In my presence, he knows who he is.Dom, my ass!
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If you are wondering why you were blocked, you don't address me:" how are you baby"-you must be out of your damn mind!
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you are excited aren't you? Me, I'm cool, mildly curious-not the excitable type. your mind though is going in all directions.Will I tie you up? Will I make you strut around in those panties you were ordered to buy? I promised not to violate your virgin ass with that horse dildo, but don't tempt me. Will you be allowed to touch, to taste? Will the discipline be harsh, will you be able to bear it...? Patience, grasshopper.
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In the mood for some Wordsworth today.Ahhh...
The world is too much with us
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
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A cardinal admires the view from the pool fence and a blue jay struts on the railing of the deck.It is a drizzly , dreamy Spring morning, no barking dog, no shouts of children playing in the yard and life and colour abounds.I shall miss the magic.
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Ewww, read a few lines of someone's Daddy fantasy crap.Must..make ..it... to..bathroom ..to puke!
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I am Mistress,bitch. Goddess incarnate, inspiring fear and desire, weaving a spell that impels urges, deep and primal.I am Mistress bitch, submissive to none.Look into my eyes, if you dare.you will be caught like a snake, entranced. you will feel worthless but lucky to be in my presence.Serving me will liberate you.Pleasing me will fulfill you.I am Mistress,bitch!
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I am Mother, little one. She who nurtures and guides.She who punishes when you've been bad and soothes you when you come to her.I am Mother, little one,knowing you before you knew yourself.you cannot help but adore me, fight in the playgrounds of the world for my honour, bring me flowers to make me smile.When you forget who you are and whence you came, then you become lost and pathetic, incomplete.
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I am your Nemesis,bitch! She who dispenses what you deserve.She who is not impressed by your four languages, maggot-ridden brain and puffed up muscles.I am your Nemesis, bitch-no cowering female existing to stroke your sorry ego.I am She who knows who you are. I am implacable and unrelenting until you bow to your fate.
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If I haven't heard from you in a while, I may not recall you as I get quite a lot of mail so don't be offended if I don't recall who you are right away, bitches! By the way, Mistress had a fabulous birthday thank you very much! The sub who was to enjoy the privilege of my company was unable to make it but like a good boy, gave Mistress plenty of notice so I had a Plan B-no BDSM but nice anyway.Mistress was relaxed and entertained by a vanilla friend-ALL my vanilla male friends instinctively cater to me.It's called being a gentleman and it was all good. Cheers,bitches!
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I won't say who she is but I suspect there are many like her, victims of so-called Doms on Collarme who rape. They get away with it because they post false information in the first place,with no picture and remove the fake profile soon after. They either can't get a willing woman or get off on violating unwilling women. They are beneath contempt and like the animals they are should be separated in special cages called prisons!
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Yeah, yeah, you can't stand pro-Dommes.Move on,get a life.It's much ado about nothing! They serve a purpose in disciplining the play subs and breaking in those who want a taste of what they might expect without committing to the Dominas who do not require payment.
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My daughter forwarded me this one:It was once said that a black man would become president "when pigs fly" indeed 100 days into Obama's presidency....Swine flu!
Ouch!
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It's been called cruel.It's been called sexy.It can be startling and will turn heads.I love to do it and I do it often.I do it when you are self-deprecating, I'll do it when you writhe in pain, I'll do it when you stand on your hind legs, or paw the ground to look scary. I do it when you choke on my nectar or sashay in frilly panties and heels.you are here for my amusement,bitch.I love to laugh!
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Are you so obsessed with me that you create a new profile( after I blocked the last one) to get my attention? I know who you are and what you are is pathetic,bitch!
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Mistress thanks all the well-wishers who are taking the time to send greetings.you will forgive me if I don't mention you by name,but you make me smile and that's always a good thing.
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My alpha bitch is one smart cookie.Mistress suspects that he had forgotten her birthday when he was vague about the date, so what does he do? Get on collarme to see if I would mention it.Bingo! Mistress gives him an A+ for effort.Good boy!
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he speaks four languages,drivel,gibberish,crap and tripe!
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Mistress is contemplating inspecting potential new property on Saturday, but if he fails to show the birthday girl would not be amused.Perhaps I shall hang out with a boring but charming regular and postpone the prospective...
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Having had my fill of entertainment here tonight, Mistress shall now retire for the night while masterandservant no doubt tries to come up with some clever riposte. Pauvre cochon!I'm so impressed by his language skills, perhaps tomorrow I shall see what else he trots out.Yawn...
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Regarding your suggestion for my diet,masterandservant whatever you call yourself, clearly you are familiar with that practice, hence your language!
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If you are going to verbally attack me,you would look less pathetic if you could first master the English language. What a big boy you are, all bluster and can't even spell! I would call you an idiot but that would be disrespecting your ilk.Am I to blame that others also think you are an ass? Maybe there's something to it...I would tell you to kiss my ass but I do not believe in rewarding ungentlemanly behavior,bitch!
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Tempted to share 50-100 things about yourself in a single journal entry?Resist it at all costs.you are not that fascinating,bitch!
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Trying not to puke-and Mistress has a cast iron stomach. Some poor misguided woman who lay claim to intelligence opined that she believed that women were put here for men's pleasures.Pass the smelling salts...
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Mistress has a birthday on Saturday. Happy Birthday to my fellow Taureans! No wishlist here, but it would amuse Mistress to get pics of her name written in lipstick on your body. One of my presents will be a tree! Love it!
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While Mistress has quite a few subscribers to her journal, She subscribes to only one-ssslave4u. That one always makes me laugh.When shall we expect another entry from you,bitch?
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Shall we tell them? No one reads your boring long-ass journal entries no matter how may times you repost them,bitches!
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I'm a Domina who loves women.I'm not threatened by them, I do not compare myself to them, I applaud them at every opportunity. Yet, I prefer male submission.It is men whose submission amuses me.In a male dominated society, it is these testosterone-driven bulls who give me the greatest pleasure because I know their weakness and can see behind the masks.
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Off to lift some weights and admire The View-later,bitches! By the way, where are my Scrabble players? No, I won't substitute chess or any other game.
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I totally agree with Lauriel, some of these posts are indeed like a thesis and the authors fondly imagine that they are being eagerly read!!!
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Absolutely no novices-been there,done that-what a colossal bore.After you've been broken in by someone with more patience than I have, you may be considered.
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I think I would like to meet up with a bitch to play...Scrabble, that is-were you expecting something else? Mistress loves to play.We'll have non-monetary wagers. you will host.Sore losers need not apply.
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In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love according to Tennyson-and how! This one broke into song as I walked to the supermarket-"I was having a heart attack/And you brought me back" or something to that effect. Not exactly Shakespeare but it made Mistress smile.
What does not amuse me are those players who give me stupid excuses.If you think I'm going to fall for them, you've underestimated my intelligence and your sincerity is in question ergo, you are unworthy of my time,bitch!
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On the train, he came to take my fare.He stumbled over his words and blushed-the little muffintop. Mistress was conservatively dressed-(no boobage exposed and too hot for boots) tanktop, with an open cotton shirt, leggings and sneakers ,but the little man was still discombobulated.My eyes behind sunglasses did not betray my mild amusement nor the speculation as I imagined the little porkchop kneeling naked before me. The munchkin would be blushing all over then, that's for sure.
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Was in Manhattan on Saturday, it was warm-in the 80's and vibrated with the energy that only New York has.Had a picnic in Central Park where there were bevies of sunbathing beauties, pedi-cyclists, horsedrawn carriages and New Yorkers and out-of-towners enjoying the atmosphere.Went to the Museum of Modern Art and marveled at the philosophy and technique of Picasso and Pollock et al, then walked down to Penn Staion careful to avoid the Times Square throng. It would have been a perfect day had I not been stuck in Penn Station afterwards for 90 minutes!
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I have never been and could never be in this lifetime or the next(!) a submissive female but have seen some rather feisty ones on here and am heartened that they can stand up for themselves.
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The venom spewing from some of those who have been spurned by others is pathetic. I make it a point to go to their profiles and block them too.It says something about you when you use disgusting and puerile expletives to describe women, I don't know the history but just from their toxic journal entries, it's not hard to see why no one would want to be associated with such negative energy,bitch! Women deserve respect, if you are unable to give it, just bow out gracefully and don't make an ass of yourself.
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Having been entertained here this morning,Mistress shall now go and lift some weights and enjoy "The View"-oh yeah, and get some work done.Later,bitches!
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Why would any slave want a "master" who looks like an albino walrus? Can you say makeover?
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According to a newly published theory Ashkenazi jews have an abundance of brain power which is related to the fact that they were persecuted and in a sense genetically isolated. Their resulting shared gene pool gave rise to diseases from mutated genes but also gave a boost to their overall intelligence because the smartest individuals made the most money and the wealthiest families had the most surviving children slowly raising the IQ of the entire group.Fascinating! Come to think of it,all the jews I know have been pretty sharp individuals-good for them!- but this latest theory is sure to create a firestorm of controversy.
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Oh lord, the maudlin blather makes me want to puke! Woman, get a hold of yourself and to the learned idiot,I'm not impressed!
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One more thing regarding Earth Day.Mistress is saddened when it be becomes politicized and debated ad nauseum but I shall add the voice of reason( it takes a woman to do it!)Say Al Gore is an alarmist and everyone cautioning against denuding the earth and accelerating global warming are actually suffering from diarrhea of the mouth and little else, should'nt we err on the side of caution and reduce, reuse, repair and recycle or should we carry on our merry way polluting waterways, releasing toxins in the air and guzzling fossil fuels with abandon? If you listen to the contrarians we should pay lip service to conservation and fiddle away while the planet sickens...and don't get me started on the lazy-ass bitches toting around water bottles because are "convenient"!
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Love the new Recent Journals feature, it's a smorgasbord of rants, raves and musings and the outing of fakes, a great way to check out other members as well.
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Happy Earth Day,bitches! It's mainly cloudy in the northeast going up to 60 with a chance of showers but cheery cherry blossoms, dancing daffodils and fierce forsythias are on display.Mistress is loving it! She's loving the Green Movement, if there's one silver lining in this recession it may be that we may learn to do more with less and discover we don't really need to stockpile all the stuff that clutter our minds and lives. Here's to Mother Earth!
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you call it being in a fog.Perhaps it's the trance you willingly enter into in my presence...and I wasn't even trying.Simply it is the response of a true sub to a true Domina.Instinctively, you are compelled to submit and obey,you know how-you've been doing it from birth. Now, you suspend your macho ego, now you surrender, now you serve, now it all feels right.
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These fresh faced boys who beg for my favor-don't they know what I will do to them? I'm the woman your mama didn't think to warn you about.I will do dirty , nasty and cruel things to you, leave you hurting and hungering for more,listen to you scream in pain and laugh as you beg for mercy.Perhaps I'll cradle you to my breasts then slap your face-hard- for being a baby,because it pleases me to toy with you,to have you dance to my strings.Beware,little boy.
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I call you sister,Woman.You have no need of trappings to be Dominant, you just are.You are soft and strong, gentle but harsh,strict yet forgiving.You feel pain and inflict it,command respect, demand obedience.Sweet and salty, the flavor of love and life,powerful beyond belief. I call you sister,mother,daughter,Domina!
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Feeling on edge these days, things are in flux and I must pull the
strings, direct the troops, pull everything together to ensure a smooth
transition to the sunshine state.A little diversion would be nice but not what I'm being offered here, the kinksters who have no clue, who believe the magic all happens in the bedroom. It's never been just about the play,bitches! Being a Domina is not a hat I wear, it's who I am.you either get it or you don't. Patience has never been one of Mistress's virtues but in a few weeks, I will be more settled with a firmer grasp of the reins.
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Men-gotta love 'em! From the guy who comes to fix the heater and breaks into a wide grin as the garage door goes up and reveals me standing to let him in, to the other who stops by with a fake package just to chat (!) to the ones who don't seem to notice I'm old enough to be their mama and the many who you want to take by the scruff of the neck, make them bend over and take a paddle to them!
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That cock of yours...it's for me.That tongue-for my pleasure only.That face- for rubbing my ass and pussy all over it to mark my territory,bitch! Those cheeks for me to slap around....all of you-mine!
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His first Mistress was his black Nanny who raised him while his mother jetted here and there.There was no sexual abuse just the loving and strict discipline of a woman who commanded respect. Even when he came home from college, she was not above ordering him to drop his pants and be subjected to a spanking. Fast forward years later, success born of years of discipline and hard work leaves him empty and he craves the comfort of serving an implacable Mistress.he found a few.he found himself wearing silky panties to work as a reminder that he was owned and subject to call from Mistress to go into a stall of the men's room and touch himself for her amusement.he found himself bound and locked in a dark basement for hours while she went out. he found himself a designated cockholder while her lovers peed, he waited in a mix of shame and anticipation while they impaled her with massive cocks knowing his was the privilege of cleaning up after, sucking on their gleaming black rods tasting her on them, eating the thick cum from her pussy gently yet eagerly while she grabbed his hair.he found himself uniformed and tottering in high heels serving drinks...how he adored Her but she left him.he was just not enough for Her. he still wears the panties under his suit,voluntarily keeps himself in chastity, his heartbeat still quickens when he imagines a black woman looks his way...
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Oooh, you are such a dirty slut! I know what you've been doing, I know what you do when you send me suggestive messages-you're stroking your worthless cock aren't you bitch? I know what goes on in your head, whore.I know you grow hard imagining my firm tone,booted legs in your line of vision.I know you imagine sinking to your knees before me, that's your proper place in my presence after all! Is your hand a blur on your little nub while you think of unzipping my boots, worshiping my feet? Do you swallow unconsciously thinking of warm piss filling your mouth, your tongue finally allowed to lap eagerly at my wet pussy? Do your nipples grow as hard as mine, imagining yourself helpless and crying out under my paddle? Do you groan thinking of obeying my command to bury your tongue deep in my ass? Do you quiver thinking of being taken like the slut that you are? Mistress knows this and more, bitch...
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Stopped in a Chinese restaurant on Saturday and the young woman who took my order-(scallops) was unusually chatty. Did the bitch imagine herself naked before me? How often does a Domina who looks like one grace such an establishment,I wondered.Would she be asking for my number next? She seemed to be satisfied with knowing where I lived and seemed crestfallen that I was moving to Florida soon. How rosy would that ass look,properly spanked? How eager would that tongue be between my legs?Hmm, ideas, ideas.
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I had totally forgotten about that bitch.Obviously,he had not forgotten about me. Mistress received a surprising text informing her that this bitch had cut his hair and beard (Mistress found them icky!) and would love to meet again.Too late,bitch!
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A bona fide sub knows how to bow out gracefully.How quickly the seemingly meek bare their fangs when they are rejected! If Mistress is not interested just crawl away with your tail between your legs and don't bother me with your pathetic rant. On another note, Mistress had fun with a new sub over the weekend.He got spanked for having a potty mouth and for unauthorized wanking and is woefully ignorant of protocol but the bitch seems to have a good heart and appears dutiful, further assessment is in order.
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My bitch is off to the supermarket to get me shrimp. I sit down to eat the salad he's prepared and see that the bitch has served it without the shredded extra sharp cheddar that I required and it has been served in some sort of a soup cup!! I did laugh at the teeny bowl he had before- but a soup cup?! Little does he know that a spanking awaits his ass!
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I should have given up those damn grapes for Lent...perhaps start a Grape Eaters Anonymous group. Mistress has a somewhat startling appetite for grapes.I will recline with a book and pop them in mindlessly until I reach in and my fingers encounter the bare stem-oh-oh! Gorged on my favourite black grapes this weekend(-I refuse to say how many pounds!) and then my chauffeur looking very pleased with himself turns up with a gift of... more grapes-oy! Of course I 'm obliged to do them justice.No more grapes...until after Lent.Maybe I'll pop a few in my pussy and have you eat them out and you'd better get them all for there will be hell to pay if I have to explain to an emergency room doctor why grapes are stuck up my pussy.
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Mistress sat down to pee today and as she reached for tissue to pat herself dry, noticed a hand mirror within reach.Perfect opportunity to gaze at her pussy.And gaze she did at its dark lips unfurled like petals beneath a clit that arched somewhat and peeked out inviting a willing tongue to lick slavishly and suck on gently and those lips unfolded revealing a pink path to ecstasy.Mistress knows how much you like to worship it,inhale it's fragrance and tongue it at her command.Aren't you a lucky bitch?!
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Dark feathers, beak a gash of yellow-could it be? Turn around little bird, let me see...is it?.. yesss! A robin! Spring has sprung and Old Man Winter is in retreat.So it's going to be 25 degrees tonight with rain tomorrow-who cares? The robins are here and soon colour and life will return.Don't you just love Spring?
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Dark feathers, beak a gash of yellow-could it be? Turn around little bird, let me see...is it?.. yesss! A robin! Spring has sprung and Old Man Winter is in retreat.So it's going to be 25 degrees tonight with rain tomorrow-who cares? The robins are here and soon colour and life will return.Don't you just love Spring?
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If you could see me now, your eyes would widen as I slip one hand past the waist of my pants and into my black-( let me check) no, leopard print panties and you would wonder what I'm doing.you would not wonder for long, my hand would emerge and carry scented fingers to my nose and I would sniff appreciatively and lick my fingers, thinking of you enjoying a treat.
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Soon, you will see me striding through the airport terminal (no doubt one of the very few women wearing boots in Florida) and you will hurry forward, greet me and take my bags.Soon you will be on your knees but first a sniff in the car of what is to cum-ooh love that pun! Soon, I will be demanding that you kneel before me, naked of course while I walk slowly around you and inspect you.Soon, your tongue will be worshiping my feet and you will not forget to sniff first-then my ass,bitch.Mistress likes your muffled sounds of pleasure while you eat her ass, while your eager tongue slips in and out and all about. My pussy will be getting wetter and wetter, and my nipples will pucker for a kiss while I squeeze yours unmercifully...soon.
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this one said he's never been spanked in his life. That's the problem with a testosterone driven world-men out of control and in need of discipline! Every man should be spanked in my opinion, it would help them to keep things in perspective and educate them as to their proper role.
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I'll miss mountains and hiking trails that twist and climb before bursting into splendid panoramic views, I'll miss New York City's gritty sidewalks and bustle, not so much the subways but trains, I won't miss ice and dirty snow piled on sidewalks but I'll miss waking to see everything blanketed in white and knowing that I don't have to be out in it! After this Spring, I'll miss the first robins- and dandelions driving New Jersey lawn owners mad, I'll miss reveling in the colors of Fall for sure, striding through swirling leaves happy to be cool enough to wear boots after a hot Summer. I'll miss hunting for a shirt and then catching my daughter wearing it. But...I look forward to a year round garden, early morning outdoor exercise that won't leave icicles in my hair, and new subs to kneel at my feet...and last but not least being Mistress and wife to the chosen one!
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you've been such a good boy and Mistress would find no joy in punishing you without cause...but she craves a worthless bitch whimpering at her feet, or bent over, begging for mercy.
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This morning I finally unwrapped that bar of soap you gave me.I shed my clothes and stepped right into the hot spray and first lathered my breasts...slowly, feeling their fullness under the slippery lather. I did the same to my pussy and all over my body, curved hips and firm butt and thighs and back again to the valley of my navel thinking of you all the time, somehow my hands kept returning to my breasts until I rinsed off and wrapped in a towel grinned at the babe in the steamed up mirror. The towel fell and there they were again, I imagined a dollop of cream on each puckered nipple and you, bitch, eagerly nuzzling, licking and sucking at my command...mmm, Mistress's pussy is getting wet again. you should be here so I could put one foot up on the toilet and let you take care that wetness...you know how to do it,don't you bitch?
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FOUND! One sub who earned the privilege of being what I want him to be, when I wanted him to be, how I wanted him to be. So to the cynics who sneered , the dream killers who demurred, the unbelievers who doubted...oh ye of little faith! Mistress got what she wanted. Less than a year ago I started my search here and dealt with the avalanche of posers who plague this site, and there he was, unassumimg without the excuses and lies. The fact that we were over a thousand miles away didn't faze him. he was honest from the start, kept his word, and presented himself like true knight to a Queen, a willing and able bitch to a Domina par excellence.Congratulations, bitch!
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It must have been in the thirties but with the biting wind it felt a
good ten degrees colder-but sunny which made it bearable.Mistress swept
into the post office, and stopped short at a line of men waiting to go
up to the counter.All men. A veritable welcome committee, it seemed.
Black ones, white ones and in between ones.Young ones, old ones. Tall
ones,short ones. Fat ones, skinny ones.About a dozen of them-all
men.And all looking at me, approaching in sunglasses, and windswept
hair wearing a sweater dress and boots that meant business! I strode
past them like a general inspecting the troops.Two older white ones
averted their eyes, a few smiled hopefully, and others tried to mask
their interest.Then the spell was broken as a young mom entered and an
older woman followed, but Mistress had had her moment and smiled inwardly with
satisfaction.
On a another note, my soldier boy battling in Iraq is due home in
weeks and Mistress plans to give him a proper welcome! Cheers,bitches!
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Something in me that quickens to a whimpering man on his knees begging,broken, aching for release.Something in me that recognizes the adoration in his eyes as my due,his bowed head as the natural order of things. Think again if you think I'm just for play,bitches!
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Mistress was annoyed yesterday by a "sub" who told her that humiliation was a hard limit and it didn't do anything for him.The bitch had been giving vague and general answers to my questions and my patience was growing short.After the declaration that humiliation didn't do anything for him, Mistress cut him short.he had just confirmed that he was a clueless fetishist, indeed his handle on this site was a dead giveaway.To remind any other johnny- come- lately: Mistress is the Uber Bitch, not only She Who Must Be Obeyed but She who delights in seeing you squirm and grovel, She who will humiliate and praise, punish and reward, She who will squeeze your worthless cock and balls until you get up on tiptoes and sing like a soprano, yet give you a special treat for being a good boy.It's about pleasing and serving Me.Get it right,bitches!
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Mistress has been farting it up today.She would love you to come over and ...what you didn't know I wanted a fart boy? Oh yeah, it's a requirement that you will bury your face between my ass cheeks and wait for me to explode in your face-what fun! I'll tie you down if I need to and let you have it and you'd better show proper appreciation...or else,bitch!Now come here my little ass-sniffer, I'll let you lick it if you're a good boy...
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Mistress is horny today.Can you tell? She could use a foot-licking, ass-worshipping pussy eater today-and if you think you would get lucky like the bitch in my last journal entry-don't count on it! That particular sub was my alpha sub and a very good boy indeed. Most cocks are to be derided and tortured, made to get hard and denied!
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I don't know what he expected and I suspect he might have been surprised but there he was, bound and helpless and blindfolded in bed, his face nestled in my ass and there was his cock.So hard, so magnificent.I slapped it lightly and he startled."Did I tell you to stop,bitch?" The thrusting in my asshole resumed. I grasped his cock and heard and felt a muffled groan against my ass.I began to stroke.The bitch's cock was looking more delicious by the moment...good enough to taste.I flicked my tongue around the swollen head and felt him tremble then the entire head was in my mouth.A perfect fit."Don't you dare come!" I reminded him.I was going to have pleasure teasing this cock however I liked ... Mistress was very much liking the feel and taste of it,the veins hard along the shaft, the firmness in my mouth, the tiny slit at the top of the head that my tongue tickled mercilessly.The bitch alerted me several times that he was about to erupt and I slowed and stopped before bringing him to the edge again and again, pausing only to pinch his nipples or squeeze his balls and laugh as he winced. Then...came the command he probably thought would never come as I moved my lubricated hand on him with long,firm hard strokes.."Come for me,bitch! Come for me!" he did. The slut was practically speaking in tongues as he came. Face free of my ass so he could breathe, he shot his load as far up to his hard nipples that had endured their share of torture.I removed his blindfold.There was adoration in his eyes. Good boy!
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he lowered himself gingerly into the bath-it wouldn't do to slip and inconvenience Mistress! I stood over him legs astride and murmured,"You want this, don't you bitch?" his assent was low yet charged with excitement." you want Mistress to piss all over you, don't you ....you little cunt?!" This time as he nodded and before he could speak, the first stream of pale golden liquid hit him.he inhaled sharply."Take it,bitch!" I instructed, directing hot piss all over his chest,belly and his hardening cock."Such a good boy".I crooned."Such a nasty slutty boy!" Too soon the stream ceased and a droplet paused on my damp pussy."Taste it." he half rose to me and licked it appreciatively."Clean it," I whispered...then "Let me taste your mouth..." The taste of my piss on his lips and tongue was intoxicating.
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Don't get me wrong. I love sex. Deep,hard,sweaty, nasty sex that gives voice to the second coming- as well as the first. I just like it with a few extras...on my terms! your role is to please me and mine, among others is to show you how and drive you to distraction.
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I was in no mood for him. Mistress was anticipating a quiet night, feet up, vegging out, some reading with the TV in the background, no distractions.The car was parked at the dark end of the cul-de-sac behind my apartment.The bitch was expressing his pleasure at enjoying my company for what had been a very vanilla evening.Then what did I hear? Was he actually suggesting sex? Did I hear right? My hand came up and slapped him hard against the cheek. There was a moment of stunned silence."What did you say?"
My voice was low and hard.Mistress rarely raises her voice. I could see his stunned face in the dim light.He began to whimper.Gone was the macho, self-assured stud.Here was the quivering little boy, apologizing profusely. Damn,he was getting me excited! I slapped him a few more times and each slap brought more whimpering and now my nipples and clit were excited with me."Get in the back!" I commanded the bitch. "Assume the position!" Somehow he seemed to know exactly what I meant and lay down as best as he could face up.I got in and straddled his face, rubbing my now damp silk covered crotch over his face."Sniff it, bitch!" His assent was muffled but his meaning was clear.His warm breath teased my swollen clit.He was still whimpering but there was a different tone to it...submission colliding with desire. Urgently I pulled the crotch of my panties to the side and commanded him to eat it, clean it, suck it dry!! His tongue plunged in and out and danced around my pussy. Dirty, slutty bitch! Abruptly,still breathing fast,I denied him."That's enough,bitch!" I exited the car and sashayed down the sidewalk and up the steps to my building.
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I have big plans for you but Mistress will take her time with your training.you will learn what pleases me, what annoys me, what bores me and what stirs my anger.I will explore your mind and body.I will discover what makes you cower, what makes you whimper, what makes you explode.I will know what makes you hunger most to serve me, what inspires your devotion, what makes you hard when you think of me.When I see you, be prepared as always to fall to your knees head bowed awaiting my command. I know the new boots will excite you, I know perhaps as you walked behind me you marveled at the shape and rhythm of my ass and realized just what a lucky bitch you are,thinking how soon your tongue might be buried deep within, how soon you will be bound and helpless submitting to your Mistress. By the way, you are forbidden to play with yourself until I say so!
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Stirred in my bed this morning and squinted at the bright sunlight filtering through the blinds.It looks gorgeous out but I know it's cold and biting.My bladder is clamoring for relief and I think of you.
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If you are "intrested" in becoming my "salve"-perish the thought!
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Mistress has sustained an exercise-related injury...not major but very annoying.Am loathe to dump the dumbbells, the longer one stays without strength training, the harder it is to regain one's fitness level.Hopefully it will be less than two weeks.Thinking that bitch in Florida would be handy just about now and Mistress's ass and pussy needs constant service...Thinking of my little Kilimanjaro today, it's a steep hill that I walk up on my three mile power walk.I am fairly level for most of it.I go past two churches, two cemeteries, a golf course, a river and a stream,houses and a field of dried corn that was until very recently a corn maze. Then the road dips and soon after I start to climb. The hill begins and my calf muscles slack and tauten to the task.I imagine I'm some Nubian queen ascending a mountain., climbing to the sky.I can feel the sweat running down the small of my back down into my butt crack and my breathing is hard and measured, pulling oxygen into my lungs sometimes in huge gulps.Then the other side comes into view. I'm at the top and my knees threaten to buckle but they don't.I am drenched in sweat but triumphant. you would be one lucky bitch to get to lick and clean your Mistress afterward!
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Mistress has largely refrained from commenting on the messages and profiles riddled with grammatical errors but finds there is no excuse for those who tout their graduate degrees and profess to be "obediant" and "discrete". Those who have used these terms and other malapropisms may apply for punishment!
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Mistress enjoyed the attentions of a certain sub who made the pilgrimage from Florida last weekend. He was courtly, attentive... and a nasty slut.he wore black lacy panties as instructed and whimpered like a bitch as he was impaled on Mistress's black cock.he screamed in agony when the nipple clamps were removed yet his cock grew harder when they were replaced. he sniffed and licked Mistress's ass appreciatively and submitted to her golden showers. When Mistress had teased his cock and finally ordered him to cum for her, he screamed with the intensity of his release- such a good boy for Mistress.
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I want you to make her feel good.She is my friend Veronica and her ex has been jerking her around during their divorce.I want to show her what kind of man she needs.Wait, put these panties on, I want you to look like a proper bitch and wear these nipple clamps under this bra-aren't you a cutie! So her pussy's really hairy, don't worry about it.Down bitch.Sniff it.I'm right here.I want to hear you sniff.Why don't you whimper like a dog too and bark? you know how Mistress finds that funny and the look on Veronica's face is priceless! What are you waiting for bitch? Show her how a pussy feels when it is properly worshiped. Does it taste good? Is it wet? Okay, don't talk....I can see from the hardness in your panties you are enjoying eating her pussy.Such a good boy...isn't he Veronica? he's well trained. Pinch her nipples gently the way I taught you bitch...you are such a slut.I think you are enjoying this too much! Now eat out her asshole. Don't forget to sniff it first.I'm going to pull your panties down now...slap your ass, you slutty cunt!. I need to get my strap-on.Veronica needs to know just how much of a bitch you are.I know you want it...deep inside you showing your Mistress just how much you belong to her.
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Mistress has been considering that since she gets so many requests from so-called male doms, maybe she should take them off her banned list and teach them some respect.It would be interesting to punish and humiliate the bitches, make them crawl,whimper and beg...already the little man in the boat is excited!
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your name is bitch.Whether I say it in dulcet tone,sultry whisper or stern command, it is your call to duty. That stirring inside you recognizes my authority and you get weak at the knees.The ones who get all offended betray themselves as farcical, unworthy of my time.Now take your proper place,bitch and present yourself in a fitting manner!
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There once was a slave named John/Who promised to be the one/But Mistress Sher he dissed/Now She is pissed/Now alone he must go on!
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To the twenty-somethings and worse, the teens who keep petitioning Mistress-get back to me when you are at least thirty-five! For now, fuhgettaboutit!
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So I push my girls into their cups from which the threatened to spill out,hook myself into my favorite black corset and select my leopard print skirt to go over it,topped by a black sweater that was not as subtly sexy. No fishnets tonight but certainly nylons and my new boots, that lucky bitch would be the first to worship them Eight inches he said,I had already checked to see that my tape measure was included with my other toys. I had given the bitch a final deadline to call and the phone rings.It's him. Mouth full of lies and excuses,I have visions of grabbing him by the balls until he sings like a soprano. Mistress has NEVER stood anyone up and has the utmost contempt for those who waste her time in this way.One thing,She knows for sure, this trifling bitch will not be getting a second chance!
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he described how his mom would beat him and I looked at his gorgeous face and felt sympathy then I wanted to be like her and have him cower before me, love and fear intermingled, have him over my knees!Then press his face into my wet crotch...
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Like a moth to a flame,you return again and again.I see you looking unable to stay away and yet too afraid to approach or banished already because of your cowardice!
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First pair of my new boots came today. Love 'em! you will want to slobber all over them, bitches,but I won't let you. you will have to show respect to Mistress's boots.These are over the knee,black of course and are a little snug around my muscular calves, but the overall effect is very pleasing indeed. Mistress gleefully awaits additional deliveries!
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Mistress can't believe the nerve of some of the imposters here.Now I have an Uncle Fester look-alike telling me that I "want" him and boasts about how much more money he makes than I do.Since I never asked about his income-or anyone else's- and don't care, the troll should move on.
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So I have a photographer though we are yet to confer on details...now for the victim er, sub for posing. Prefer someone not too far way and who is reliable.I would definitely need to inspect the subject prior to meeting for the photo shoot.
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Mistress has added a height requirement. I will no longer be bothered by tiny tyrants who I could easily bodyslam! If you are at least 5'8", we can relate!
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Mistress is looking for a photographer(the last one had some kind of tumescent situation going on in his pants and was distracted, then it was hard to get him to leave!).
Mistress is acquiring new boots and corsets and wants to record how fabulous they look...also toying with the idea of having a sub to pose with- wearing a mask if he's shy of course.( The sub would be wearing the mask, smarty pants!)
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Seems there are some testicularly-challenged wonders of the genus sphinctus anus who don't take rejection very well! What is pathetic is that they seem to have this conflict which compels them to assert that they are not doormats.Perhaps it is because they are what is below the doormat!
Who the cap fits,let them wear it!
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Mistress is all sweaty from her workout,bitch! A shower is in order, but first you've got to nuzzle this sweaty crotch.Let me hear you inhale and exhale! Now my ass! Now each underarm..take it all in.That's enough. you will handwash my undies later.Now remove my sneakers. Sure go ahead and sniff those too.Don't forget to kiss each before you put it down. Now socks! Go turn the water on-you know what temperature I like.Where is my showercap? Get my hair wet and there'll be hell to pay!I'll wash it when I'm good and ready to pay the girl down at the salon to battle with it. you don't mess with a black woman's hair-ever! Now, soap.Where does Mistress always wash first? you remember! Good boy! Soap Mistress's pussy gently,labia minora and majora.Do not presume to put any soap up inside.That's what your tongue is for! Scrub my clit too hard and I'll box your ears! Now rinse and do my ass... then the rest and keep that washcloth from my face.Use a separate one for that. Perhaps you would like to explain why your cock is hard? We shall be looking into a cage for it! Now towel! That was good. Now mistress will have her massage.Start at the feet bitch and don't forget the lotion...
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Now Mistress has heard everything. This fool is actually telling me that if I'm the Mistress that I say I am,I would enslave him. I am not looking to enslave an idiot no matter what kind of reverse psychology he uses.I spit on your challenge and you will be blocked no matter in what guise you rear your stupid head,bitch!
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bitch,
you know who you are!
It's hot for awhile thinking of you sucking and tonguing my ass but when you talk of nothing else and give only lip service-no pun intended-to what I want then you become tiresome. A true sub knows what it's all about. Game over,you lose!
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you are not a slave until you are owned.I'm a Domina to the manner born,bitch! Mistress does not suffer fools gladly and there are those who are too stupid to recognize that I don't play at being a Domina. It is not a corset that I wear nor a whip that I wield. I am a fierce Domina.I'm a tender one too.I'm a Domina who will hurt you and laugh at your pain and the one who will cradle you.I'm the one who sees through your pathetic posturings. I'm the one who will never take shit. Be warned, bitch!
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To the pathetic scumbag saratoga in Morristown who thinks I need to lose 60 lbs-kiss my big fat ass,bitch!
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Let it be known that Mistress does not recognize slave contracts. They
are not worth the paper on which they are written.There are other
legally recognized instruments that can be used for a slave to show his obeisance and fealty.Mistress has no legal training but a marriage contract and a power of attorney comes to mind and no doubt there are others.
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Mistress has new criteria for subs seeking her consideration.If your experience has largely been "serving" pro-Dommes, you may not really be a sub.Mistress met a jackass today with such experience.this one with a tiny cock claimed that it used to be 8-10 inches (when he was 12yrs. old) and mysteriously shrank to half it's size after hernia surgery.Right... the fool had no idea how to act in Mistress's presence, was awkward in worshiping her feet and was being rather conversational! Mistress commanded him to present his toys and notes that they were all in the original packaging. he finally gave up the pretense when he was being spanked rather lightly with the flimsiest wooden paddle Mistress ever seen and declared that he couldn't take it.Mistress did not hesitate to inform him that he was a fake-ass wimp among other things. I asked him what he would have done if he were tied up and he said -"call for help!" he was advised to stick with the pros who he could tell how he wanted to be spanked and that he was a joke and not a sub.he knew better than to argue.If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen,bitch!
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Mistress is in the second week of her low carb diet and has only cheated with three small apples and a few grapes.Fruit is my undoing! Some have begged Mistress not to lose any weight but rest assured Mistress does not aspire to be skinny.Hell no! I'm anticipating the satisfaction when my clothes fit comfortably again and my corsets are merely snug and not cutting off circulation! Mistress has always been a healthy eater.Give me a hot dog and it will literally end up-up your ass! Hamburgers? No thanks! Fruits and veggies and lean protein I like but Mistress tends to graze. Now,Mistress must be off to lift some weights and show the elliptical machine who's boss!
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Mistress has been asked about the Black superiority concept.For the record,Mistress finds the concept of racial superiority to be repugnant...the inherent superiority of women is another matter and even here Mistress allows exceptions. Make no mistake,Mistress has a fierce love for her ethnic heritage but wholeheartedly embraces that of others.I like to take people as individuals and anyone stupid enough to stereotype me because of my race is not worth my time.
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These female subs keep tempting me.The sexy little bitches keep wanting to eat my pussy.Stop it!
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Mistress just got some great ideas from Mistressvixxen. Mistress is not much into obvious public play but the next sub she dines with is in for it!!
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Mistress has been told that she sounds like Eartha Kitt, a comparison Mistress does not care for but quite likes the latest description, "devastatingly sexy".Mistress likes that one.For those wishing to have a a bottle of my essence.It's only available at Macy's... Mistress is pulling your leg, you know where to get it.Now crawl to me,bitch!
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I should bottle it and call it Sher's Essence.Speaking of my pussy juice of course,love that odor! If you are a good boy, I'll let you sniff it.
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Shall I say it again? If you have been on here for years and unable to find a Mistress to meet your specifications,do save yourself the effort of writing to me.I don't buy the "highly selective" or "picky" argument. Mistress suspects that just being on here and looking might be your comfort zone.The goal is the search not the find.Also if you think that you are so worthy that Mistress should chase you.I have one word for you bitch,fuhgettaboutit!
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he was supposed to be home this month.Then he heard that his tour of duty was extended to January. he would rather be here at my feet, but he knew what he signed up for and continues to fight for his life, his sanity and his country. Mistress hopes that when the dust has finally settled, it will all have been worth it though how is prevailing in a war that never should have been, ever worth it?
" Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori ". The twisted lie continues.
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To the slave in Egypt-Mistress is not interested in insulting your religion.To the dom in Sweden,keep your balls.I'm not interested in castrating you.What would be left for me to torture? To the the sub in the Midwest, where did I say I was interested in blackmailing? To all the 18 year olds and twenty-somethings-BOO! Now run along and play with your video games.To all the bitches who persist in sending me their wish lists of fetishes, dream on!
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Mistress believes that you can be a good slave even if you are unable to type a grammatically correct sentence,but spare me your assertion of intelligence when you boast of a "129 IQ, a body to die for and a self-effacing hue"(!) WTF!? Perhaps this fellow could have fashioned an haiku from his gobbedlygook but he had already lost my interest.
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Dear dumb dom,
I see you looking, sometimes you have the balls to send me messages.Pay attention,bitch. Mistress is often gracious, caring and even mellow but is not a switch nor ever will be.Don't waste your time,bitches.I adore those born with cocks and balls but am essentially a Female who is never below you. I am one of those who ushers you into life and will crush you under my heel if I need to! Do we understand each other?
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Looked at boots today.My Victoria's Secret catalog came and Mistress was elated. I looked at them imagining myself striding around in my choices.I've decided on a nice over the knee pair.Another catalog had shiny patent leather ones that definitely has Mistress interested - but first to go into the stores and actually try on a few pairs. Then to shop for new corsets take more pics to be posted... or maybe I'll just keep the new ones for myself. It seems to be wasted on the window shoppers on here!
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you know by now Mistress likes to try new things.She still does. She recalls her one and only Adult Baby. he was considerably younger, a handsome, macho army recruiter and martial arts expert who called me Mommy. he had quite a collection of baby clothing and furniture that were adult sized.I required him to have his diaper and onesie on before I got there.his baba ( full of soda) would be waiting in the fridge. I would feed him, he never could burp on command but he would talk baby talk and cuddle with Mommy.I would diaper him-he was not allowed to go in his diapers but Mommy would determine that he needed to be changed. Invariably Mommy would be shocked that he was hard and had to spank him-naughty babies get spanked.First she spanked his hard cock that was far from baby-like and then pulled his diaper off and spanked his bottom.
It was fun as role play but talk of lactating for breastfeeding did not interest Mistress. It was fun but not for me- he was more fetishist than sub and that would never do.
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Again the" chemistry" nonsense.If ever there was an overused word when it comes to relationships, it's this one. What exactly do they mean? A certain je ne sais quois? A bolt from the blue? To me, you like a look, you like a personality and certain traits and if two are agreed you work on the synergy to make it happen.
I am not looking for "chemistry", I'm looking for one sub who knows it's his destiny to serve me.
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One day, I will count my panties-or better yet let you count them.I keep buying more and yet I wear only my favorites! Yesterday, I added black and also red ones to my collection. I'll take inventory and sort them out, maybe I'll keep some just for you to wear so I can double over with laughter.Mistress has seen quite a few men in panties, the scrawny ones with the chicken legs,(on second thought chickens have better looking legs), the panties looking sad on their droopy butts and those with portly hairy legs incongruously displayed in stockings and heels. These are the ones who require the gigantic undies. A few are surprisingly fetching, shapely and smooth. And bras, Mistress likes a bit of satin and lace.Right now she's wearing a pair that is satin and the cups are see through so as I stand before the mirror, I can see my boobies. A pleasant sight indeed, if I do say so myself...
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This one was a psychiatrist from one of the boroughs of New York.He was a religious man.Mistress will refrain from saying which religion- but he came after work to see me and I had a drink ready for him.Golden nectar in a cup that he drank down without hesitation.We went to dinner, and somewhere in the conversation,Mistress mentioned having practiced a certain martial art.his demeanor changed as he begged me to beat him up, kick him in the nuts,bruise him and pound him.he was no 90 pound weakling and Mistress would not have hesitated if he was a threat but I was not about to employ what I learned for self defense to satisfy his fetish.He had to be content to clean my boots with his tongue and be on his way. Ah, good times! Who's next?
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On a lark, I answered the ad.he wanted a bossy woman of a certain ethnicity and Mistress fit the bill.Mistress grumbled all the way up the five flights of stairs to the apartment.By the time she got to the top floor, much of her good mood had evaporated.Hadn't these people ever heard of elevators?-but this was New York City and the building not far from the meat packing district was old but elegant...Mistress pushed the door open knowing she was expected.Already he was naked except for a cock ring and a leash and on his knees.He welcomed Mistress and walked ahead to his tiny living room which had some kind of sleeping loft that could be accessed by a hanging stair.
A movie was playing some man was being tortured by two young women.In the middle of the room was a bowl with the bitch's name on it and a toilet chair. Mistress had never seen one of these before and was eager to try it.he was ordered to pay proper homage by kissing and licking Mistress's boots, but Mistress was eager to get into the business of the chair.She instructed the bitch to assume the position and watched as he deftly positioned his head under the clear fiberglass(?) structure on top of which there was a toilet seat. Mistress ascended the throne. I wish I could say, I delivered promptly but this bitch was not one of mine and it took a while.he was stranger lying on the floor looking up at my ass and praising my farts until I not only told him to shut up-(can't stand chatty bitches!) but blindfolded him as well.The blindfold didn't stay on long as he was unable to see and do justice to what he would be getting and soon he was getting it and to Mistress's amazement eating every bit! Later he said it tasted like chocolate(!) Maybe he likes pungent ,mushy chocolate-to each his own.Was I turned on by it? Not really. There was no real intimacy but there was the headiness of power, the reaffirmation of his subjugation.
Mistress likes to try new things-on to the next adventure!
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Mistress is mellow tonight.Despite having to suffer the fools on here she has learned to weed out the fakes and dispatch them quickly and of these there are quite a few! If you were here, I would like you to kneel and await my instructions.I might forget you are there but make sure when I glance over, you are there waiting! To ensure this, I might tie you up so I might torture you and watch you squirm. Don't move.Just lie there and consider how helpless you are, how dependent on Mistress's mood. Lucky for you, I'm mellow tonight and kneading your cock and balls with my feet may be all it takes to amuse me, rubbing my feet over your face, "lick 'em bitch!" Look at Mistress's bitch all trussed up, perhaps I shall sit on your face- and if you are thirsty...Aren't you the lucky bitch?
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you don't need to keep reminding me that you are intelligent.you will only confirm that you are an ass.If you have "always wanted to serve a Black Mistress",get another cure for your jungle fever,bitch! you are charitable towards others (giving your old stuff to the Salvation Army to get a tax receipt doesn't count!)When Mistress cracks up laughing,you are not alarmed and you smile.you know the little things that delight Mistress and perform accordingly.Mistress is usually able to reach you and knows you will return her calls promptly if she does not.you do not display a greeting card from the President. you don't spend your life in a darkened room and never open the drapes.you are not a whiner.you never tell Mistress no-ever! you are not above begging for mercy and dissolving into tears. you know Mistress will never harm you.your heart beats fast when you are in her presence and kneeling at her feet is the most natural place for you to be.
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Mistress had a busy weekend.Saturday started out with parting ways from a prig masquerading as sub insisted on talking over me and made such pronouncements as the people of New Orleans are" idiots" and "God was punishing them"(!) Mistress was in such haste to quit his obnoxious presence she left two of her leather cuffs at his place.he claims that he is unable to find them but he can add them to his collection.The rest of the weekend proved more pleasant.Mistress attended a bar mitzvah and had a great time shaking her booty on the dance floor and on Monday did so again at the largest parade in New York City. It was an explosion of colour and sound,women of all sizes and all shades of brown danced in glittering costumes in the street.It was a West Indian Day parade that saw even people from Belize and Costa Rica marching and dancing, flags of every hue waved to music and and dancing which simulated sex was was all part of the revelry.The music literally pounded in your chest as huge trucks with sound systems rolled by.At the end of the day, Mistress returned home,hoarse, bladder full to capacity, feet aching and hair smelling of smoke from jerk chicken being cooked on the sidewalks.Next time, my slave will be waiting to soothe me.
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The morning after...My first clue with this one was his introduction of himself as a member
of Mensa and the ceo of a multi million dollar company.he was cautious
about telling me his birthday because someone might steal his identity
and most intriguing of all-he was an intuitive who could tell things
about people.he divined that Mistress was "shy and afraid".To her
credit Mistress kept a straight face.he tried to dig into her past to
come up with something that would validate his assumption and prove how
vulnerable she was. he wanted me to stop laughing (!) not to wag my
finger when I spoke to him, to look in his eyes, then don't look in his
eyes and proclaimed that he would listen to Mistress speak is she left
out all the extra words! This from Mr.Diarrhea of the Mouth! If
Mistress objected to his paw stroking her face, then she was
"afraid"-no doubt to prompt her to allow him to continue to show that
she was not! This Dr.Freud wannabe was oblivious to the fact that
trying to lock horns with her would be an exercise in futility as he
found out when he finally forced to shut the hell up. Mistress defines
who she is and will never allow a sub or anyone else to do so.Mistress
does not recall having a more unpleasant encounter with a sub and can
well understand that he had a Mistress in the past who forbade him to
speak. the fact that he looked like Quasimodo in his maid's uniform(
except that his hump was his stomach) didn't help matters either!
Mistress could see that there was something in him that needed to serve
but only if he could top from the bottom,his intuition failed to alert
him that that tactic would not work with this Mistress.
Mistress
doesn't know what the criteria for membership in Mensa are but if this
Svengali was a member, that organization has lost its credibility.
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The night before...the bitch was quite the gentleman and a faultless host.he served Mistress grapes and iced tea which she enjoyed while he worshiped her feet. he seemed almost a normal sub.Gone was the whiny tone Mistress recalled, gone was the creepy undertone of menace when he had previously warned Mistress not to upset him.Here he was, a caricature of a maid in wig and uniform making Mistress laugh.Soon Mistress had occasion to punish him.(Using the f word in casual conversation is verboten in Mistress's presence).he was ordered to assume the position but he was too bulky for Mistress's preferred over the knee spanking so he had to lie face down on the bed-but first the clothespins on his balls and nipples,under his enormous panties and inside his bra.
his grunts of pain at each stroke was truly satisfying and even more so was the excruciating removal of the pins that made him almost double over in pain. Such arousing activity called for the bitch to dry the wetness that had flooded Mistress's pussy and that to his credit, the bitch did well.It was late, Mistress would go to sleep dreaming of knots and torture.
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Mistress has not enlisted with the fashion police but would be willing to make arrests and file charges- must some of you cross dressers assault my eyes with those awful, awful, clothing?
Seriously, where are you getting these outfits? Take that ugly-ass dress off, you silly bitch! Best return it or burn it!
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you reached out,hoping to give me a smile you could not see.Mistress smiled.Thank you,bitch!
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you don't know how it happened but you are here in Her presence and she is not looking pleased.Crap! How did you get here? No time to think.you are hearing the charges against you.you gave Mistress your number and didn't answer the phone as directed. you lied that your 3" cock was 9". you failed miserably to get it up for inspection. you skimped on the mouthwash. you were unable to prove you were divorced. you whined like a bitch about traffic before you got there. you bored Mistress with your stupid fantasy and hung up abruptly so you could jerk off. Mistress has not forgotten a single slight.Her voice is stern and mocking. It's judgement time and there will be blood...if you resist.There is no escape because you are tightly bound.Here comes the pain...
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Mistress has been the repository of numerous fantasies and posturings from fake ass subs who have nothing better to do than to waste her time.This one wants strap-on action, another wants to be tortured and trampled,he wants to pay my bills,he wants to kiss and clean my boots, another is a member of mensa and wants to serve but is oh so busy, this one wants to sniff my farts, another dreams of being my toilet attendant,this one is eager to know if I wear pantyhose,this one wants only to be my houseboy,this one wants to know if he could serve my dog... ad infinitum, ad nauseum! Where are the subs who know have actually read my profile and "get it"?If making me smile is not what you want to do on a long term basis, if being under my control and accepting training and discipline is not how you can serve me , do not approach!
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Mistress has been enjoying the track and field events at the Olympics.If you never knew which country waved the black, green and gold flag, now you know!
Kudos to Jamaica!
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How do I love to spank you? Let me count the ways! I love to see the apprehension in your eyes as you kneel before me, I delight at the dread you must feel when you are ordered to assume the position! I like to feel you tense across my knees awaiting the strokes that will fall sharply on tender skin.I relish your trembling, exult in your grunts and cries of pain that excite me like nothing else. Feel my palm explode on your exposed ass, feel the merciless leather sting. Have you been a bad boy, lately?
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you have been summoned and you are a little nervous.Mistress is never nervous about meeting, impatient sometimes and anticipating the adventure but never nervous. you will be excited and when you have calmed down, a little surprised.Mistress is gracious after all. She does not want to scare you, she listens intently to what you say...and what you do not say. She laughs, she teases.She observes your body language.She gazes at your nakedness calmly assessing your potential. you think it will be unbearable but you will survive because there is always more to come-if you are chosen!
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Let me tell you what tribute means to me.It is not money you hand over for me to play a scene.It's what you bring to honor me as a Domina.One of my most prized possession is a heart-shaped pebble that my sub found on one of his early morning walks on the beach.I remember that he glowed when he saw how delighted I was at such a little treasure.That was a tribute.On my birthday, he fought traffic from Staten Island after work to come to Jersey to buy me a present.The jewelry he bought was a gift, his effort in coming knowing how much he hated that traffic was a tribute.The roses he bought out of the blue was a tribute. A tribute is anything that you present to me that symbolises your submission and affection so if you think that a tribute is payment, think again!
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So you're a dirty boy, are you? Quite the slut? Mistress is quite excited by slutty bitches but must at the same time punish them for their dirty thoughts.I know you are a dirty, nasty bitch.Tell Mistress how bad you've been, what you've been thinking about.Make it hot.Make it nasty! I love it! But you must pay penance for those thoughts and feelings.Assume the position,bitch!
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Found! Mistress never mentioned this before but some years ago,she lost her penis.Yes, the one from the sore, silly! It's a lovely phallus, quite lifelike in a delicious milk chocolate brown.It has lifelike balls and came in it's own purple silk bag.It even had a suction thingie so it could be stood up for impalings, I suppose.Then one day, it was gone- silk bag and all! All that was left was the suction thingie.Mistress hunted high and low but could not find it, there was only one other person to ask and there was no way in hell Mistress was about to ask her then teenaged daughter if she had seen her dildo! So Mistress resigned herself to suddenly coming upon it one day and today,she did! I was looking for some protective karate gear to give away(Mistress no longer practices) and there under gis and belts was my lost cock! Oh joy! There it was,lifelike in it's firmness in it's little silk bag.Mistress had apparently hidden it only too well from a certain pair of curious eyes in a place she knew no one would be looking.Now it's reunited in my bag of toys.The End.(Until my next session!)
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Listen up, bitches! Here is how it works,you do not need permission to approach me on here but if you have the balls to do it remember your manners! It's Mistress Sher or Ma'am, Goddess is also acceptable.I am not your familiar, you will address me with respect! Furthermore, when I call you bitch-don't feel special.For the few idiots who are offended by being called a bitch, get over yourselves! you can't be a wimp if you want to serve.
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I thought of you on Sunday bitch, as I examined the merchandise in the lingerie store. I thought of you while fingering the silky panties, looking for the right kind of lacy bra, eying the selection of naughty corsets.you should have been there, waiting to hold my selections, giving Mistress your opinion when asked and no doubt imagining in your dirty little mind Mistress wearing them, commanding you to kneel...
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Understand, bitches-Mistress has nearly 140 pages of messages excluding the ones that have been deleted of course, so when you decide to play peek-a-boo and pop up again, don't expect me to even recall who the hell you are! If you have dedication, you will stay the course, you will keep in touch, follow instructions and earn Mistress's favor. If you are too busy for that, you do not need to be wasting my time! Has Mistress made herself clear,bitches?
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Oh joy! Mistress just got her Victoria's Secret catalogue and sees that boots are featured.Nothing to tempt Mistress yet but you can be sure she'll be looking and going into the stores to try on a few, strut around and imagine towering over some kneeling slave ...
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Heavy is the head that wears the crown! Mistress just found out that someone has been feeding her a tissue of lies! Seems an admirer of mine was convicted of stalking and sought to cover his tracks by lying his ass off.Mistress takes a very dim view of lying and is an astute interrogator and when her suspicions are aroused, you'd better fess up! Mistress had to dismiss that one because his transgression was untenable. Another one for my Shit List. Wonder how many other convicts and stalkers are on here!
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Mistress just had an "Aaaaww!" moment.No,it's not what you think pervs! It's the sound women make when they are touched by something endearing like the sub who said he would "protect me". Mistress hardly imagines that she needs protection but the notion is the essence of chivalry and a role much ignored and forgotten by subs who profess their committment to servitude.
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It's amazing how many professed subs think they can get Mistress to play by their rules! No, bitch, get it straight! While Mistress is open to suggestions, the decision is ultimately hers.I'm not here to woo you or make you feel comfortable and again if you think this Mistress would deign to stalk you or call you when she has not heard from you-ain't gonna happen! So bitches, once again, if Mistress requests your number, give it up! No arguments! If you're summoned, get your ass here lickity-split or move your fake ass on outa here!
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Mistress certainly has encountered the male posers on here and has learned how to rip off their masks and move on, but she never fails to be astounded at the tales of "Dominas" who lie about their marital status,have substance abuse problems or are just enamored of BDSM fantasy. Mistress avoids having to fly anywhere to meet anyone who might be a no-show by having one rule for initial meetings-Get your ass to me and present yourself for inspection! Can't travel? Don't even bother wasting my time!
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It seems a poser who's never met me has diagnosed me as having an anger problem.Noooo...! Little old me? An anger problem?-say it ain't so! Oh dear what shall I do.I think the first order of business is to lose sleep tonight worrying over this profundity.Next, a visit to Dr.Phil might be in order...
I got your anger problem right here,bitch!
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"Hell, no!" "Whatever...(yawn)","you gotta be kidding me!"- Just some of Mistress's reactions to the pics she gets. While Mistress might shudder at a monstrous visage she is not swayed by a cute face either! And if you think you are "smooth and sexy", get over your pathetic self!So bitches, you gotta do better if you want my attention.Now, how can you serve me?
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Don't get it twisted, bitches! While a Mistress must command attention by her appearance, presence, words and methodology, if you think Mistress is going to seduce you to keep your worthless ass, you've got another guess coming! you work to keep MY attention,bitches! Let the wooing begin! Bring on the grovelers!
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It was the usual chit chat until he confessed he'd been thinking about me all day.I invited him to share his thoughts. he described cleaning my ass, opening the cheeks and licking the sides.I could feel the warm wet strokes and picture his pale face buried in my crack.he spoke about sucking on my rosebud and inserting his tongue deep...Mistress got off the phone and minutes later was convulsing, caught up in the throes of a powerful cum.
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bitch,
Should you find that suddenly you are unable to send me messages, it is undoubtedly because you have been accorded the honor of a place on my "full of shit" list!
Mistress
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you can hardly believe that you are actually here-in Mistress's presence.She looks like her pictures only more striking, black,smooth,curvy,strong-commanding.you try not to stare, it's like looking into the sun and here you are naked looking at the floor feeling her eyes on you. What will she do to you? Will it hurt? Will you be able to stand it? But bear it you must, whatever she asks of you. She is asking you to stand and turn around.Her voice is stern yet sultry.your name is bitch and she says it often.you stand and turn slowly according to her directions, hoping she will approve,hoping that your stupid cock will behave. She looks at it and laughs, the blood rushes to your face.Such a cruel laugh-then she reaches out, grabs and twists-holy crap! The laugh again.Now she releases you, much to your relief and orders you in that voice to bend over and spread 'em. you are not sure what to spread and you widen your arms."Your ass cheeks,bitch!" She is not joking.You spread them..The humiliation you feel is echoed in her mocking laughter. She orders you to kneel again then comes close, her boots are inches away from your face.Perhaps now you will be ordered to lick them and you will gladly do so, but instead she grabs your hair and forces your face into her crotch. Does she actually want you to....? "Sniff it!" she orders."Like a dog! Let me feel your breath on it!" Somehow you have died and gone to heaven.you inhale her woman's scent imagining your tongue plunged into her moist heat-then suddenly you are yanked away.A collar appears, a leash, you are walked around, ordered to bark.Mistress finds it amusing.you are brought to heel and finally ordered to touch those boots, to remove and kiss them, to worship her feet.Nirvana! Her voice comes as if from far away, instructing you as you pay her homage then suddenly she kicks you away and orders you to lie face down on the bed. Restraints appear and now you start to sweat.Then a blindfold. What now? you can't see and are nervous. "Do you recall calling me five minutes late on Thursday?" Yes but... Ohhh!!! The first blow from the paddle sends a shock through your system. How will you be able to bear it? Another.Time to beg for mercy. you are commanded to shut it.Another.If you were wearing pants you would be pissing them now, you hate to disobey but...then a gag appears and hell slowly morphs into heaven.Later you realise you have actually survived Mistress's inspection and are eager to see her again.
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Mistress is loathe to generalize or stereotype others but it has been her experience that the most superficial and the phoniest subs are from New York and Jersey! If you want to meet "subs" who thinks it's all about them, check out these jokers! While Mistress has been served by subs from several states away and from Canada, these prima donnas whine about the distance, they rush to share their petty fetishes and make sure that they mention how wealthy they are-no shit! Mistress may have the pro Dominas to thank for their deplorable attitude. Yet years ago, one sub proved to be the exception-maybe being from Staten Island might have made a difference.
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While Mistress is charmed with courtly manners, she is impervious to glib "sweet talk". Don't even try it, bitches. Try some sincerity instead, let me know that which impels you to seek and serve a woman such as I.
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There are some who have expressed surprise that Mistress is "nice", indicating that they expected someone much more ferocious. Mistress has her gentle side but you would be a fool to be lulled into complacency by it. Mistress does not need props to be a Domina...her gentleness is when she puts you at ease, sizing you up, taking your measure, the better to Dominate you,bitch!
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Shall I say it again? Something in me that stirs at the sight and sound of a grovelling male,something in me that quickens at his tears and the fear and uncertainty in his eyes, something in me that swells at his dogged obedience at my command. Something in me that revels in his hard salute at being in my presence.(Mistress gets hot just thinking about it!)
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Mistress is incredulous at the 63 year old self- described boitoy,the 5'7" "dom", the affluent subs who think to dazzle her with their financial assets... not to mention the cuties who post a pic and a blank profile-bitches, get real!
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And still they come, many obviously blissfully ignorant wanting to make my aquaintance.Morons! Idiots! Cretins! Imbeciles! Nincompoops! This ship has only one captain, I don't do "Doms".It also bears repeating, I am not the Domina with whom you "explore your submissive side", I'm the Domina who looks into your soul and in whose presence, you fall to your knees!
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Something in me that laughs at your shame,gets wet at your cowering frame-(wait a minute, this is not a poem, you will ignore the preceding couplets!)-something in me that delights at your salute that tempts me to grab hold and twist,squeeze,bind and tease. Something in me unbending in who I am,looking down at you.Inscrutable, sometimes stern and now and again, head thrown back to release gleeful laughter.
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Mistress repeats that she has no interest in so called male Doms. She has been contacted by quite a few. One had the nerve to offer his friendship,claiming that as Doms "we should stick together".Mistress thinks not. Perhaps he should heed the words of one of his fellows, who observed to Mistress that"A male Dom is only a sub who hasn't met you yet."Damn right bitches! First, as this one further observed, with me, "you are a Dom,then a switch, then my bitch!" you should be so lucky.
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Mistress loves the smell of her pussy. Since she is straight, she is unaware if this is the case with other women,but Mistress will often go without undies to allow easy access. She is very careful not to insert a finger unless it is clean and loves to part the lips, swirl the finger tip like a swizzle stick and bring the aroma to her nose.Aaahhh...hard to describe, musky,a soupcon of piss, sweat and it's own blend of something so good, so inviting.And the taste,(yes, I taste it too) a gustatory version of the aroma. Mistress likes to force subs to sniff it while forbidding them to taste then reprimands their hardened cocks with a slap. Delightful!
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"Men are meant to
serve, honor and adore, women are meant to be in control...when men
learn to accept their place in life, more women will step up and be
dominant while men will definately be happier." So said a very wise Domina.To this I say,'Amen"!
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Took some pics today, my photo guy was a young twenty something acquaintance who lingered with a hard on, long after the session. Mistress gently ushered him and his protuberance out the door- Mistress is no cradle snatcher.One has to draw the line somewhere.Take a note you little boys who keep sending me messages! Took a look at the pics and was aghast.Yikes! Another resolve to get back on the diet wagon.Mistress works out but is a chronic grazer.Will not post any more pics until I've trimmed down to my satisfaction.Now who wants to be squished under my delectable gigantic booty?...No shoving now!
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Finally, I agreed to meet him.Perhaps I was curious or just bored or simply wanting to still his hungry pleas.A novice with a single fetish, looking more boyish than his stated age. Standing uncertainly before me, he waited. "Take off your clothes!" I instructed.They were discarded in a hurry and he stood in boxers.I looked at him as if at a silly child. "Those too!" "I can't", he stammered. It was going to be a long night...Mistress's lips twitched, then she looked him in the eye and snarled softly, "Who's in charge here,bitch? Take them off!!"
He complied.The view was anticlimactic. "Where's the rest of it?" "That's all I have,Mistress".Good Lord. He was instructed to kiss and remove each boot which he began to do with hurried and reverent haste, before being reminded to slow down.Mistress's stockinged legs were inches from his face but he was made to wait until his inspection was over.I could tell that he was self-conscious.I was curious about his uncut cock that appeared cut when erect.What fun! his butt was virginal and Mistress slapped it and laughed when he jumped.This one had never been spanked and Mistress threatened when he stared at her breasts almost spilling from their confines, but he was so virginal, a grown man certainly, but uninitiated, driven by his single fetish.The usual inspection was somewhat abbreviated, no asshole inspections, no leashing and collaring, no being put through his paces, Mistress would go slowly with this one.Finally, he was brought to his knees again and instructed to sniff the polished toes nestling in the stockings.This was what he had come for.He sniffed eagerly, while Mistress observed his little cock hardening. he seemed transported to another world yet able to hear and heed Mistress's commands. Mistress was surprised he could contain himself when ordered finally to remove her stockings.The face that previously blanched when Mistress showed him an 8" strap-on dildo from her toys was now flushed with desire.That boy, though a novice was a true foot worshipper.Mistress could not recall the last time such genuine passion and reverence had been shown to her feet, he sniffed, and licked and sucked untiringly.his only (other) reward was being allowed to lick his way up to Mistress's crotch and nestle there, sniffing like an animal, burying his face in it until Mistress was unsure whether the wetness came from an unbidden tongue or her own desire.
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Do you want me to torture your ass? If you think Domination is mainly ropes and dressing up.Think again.I will bend your will and own your mind.you are not a true salve until you are owned,bitch! your mind, your heart, all you possess. If psychological torture is necessary then so be it... Then how sweet the freedom of your surrender!
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he said he was nervous and afraid of me,that's why he didn't pick up the phone. That's right,bitch! Be afraid.Be very afraid!
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Want to get to know me yet coy with your number? Boot to the head! Are you 56 and describe yourself as a boi-toy? Boot to the head! Bald as an egg yet declare that you hate hair pulling? What hair? you have no hair! Boot to the head! Driven to declare your everlasting devotion from clear across the country or outside it? Boot to the head! And while I'm at it,slaps across your stupid face and welts across your worthless hide!
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"A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou",Mistress dreams of being out on a blanket watching the clouds, with a good book and attentive slave with a wide fan.The bread would have to be whole wheat though and I prefer grape juice-I'm no oenophile-and ice,lots of ice.I would laze the hours away seemingly oblivious to everything until I order my slave into the woods to be punished. Mistress is sure he will somehow manage to have earned it!
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Mistress is in the market for a new air conditioner,she does not do well in extremes of temperature and is somewhat cranky today. She got even crankier reading stupid messages from more subs that she would like to club over the head.I don't want to take you into subspace, I couldn't care less that you have a panty fetish.I don't contact subs except to commend them on their good taste in adding me as an admirer or on a well written profile and can't imagine why anyone would waste their time applying to someone else when they clearly don't fit the criteria!I'll be a sadist yet before I'm done here. Have recieved literally hundreds of responses but had very few meetings.One with some guy with a mutilated cock-a surgeon got there before I did, another was a nervous Nelly who wondered if his wife was having him watched and another was a gargantuan with a pea-sized brain...the quest continues.And you, with the earnest face of an absent-minded professor, t'was a delight to twist your nipples, tweak your nose, wrench your cock and balls and spank your skinny white ass before sending you on your way.Not for me!
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Then there are the morons who send messages of earnest entreaty then delete their accounts! Truly there are some disturbed individuals on here.My other favourites are those who pony up their numbers and never answer their phones. Mistress has quickly learned to ignore those assholes until they reappear with some story of alien abduction or some other fabulous excuse.Spare me...!
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If there are any Mistresses reading this who has had a negative experience with a scumbag on here , please let me know so I can block that individual.That should narrow the field somewhat.Looking forward to a fabulous and literally steamy weekend.More later!
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you ask me why I call you bitch.It is because I am who I am and you are not!
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he does not yet know how to accept it, so I will teach him: pressing myself firmly over his open mouth, urging and commanding him to take it, savor it, swallow again and again.he will know the privilege of that communion.When he thinks of Mistress,he will thirst. he will understand what it means to drink from me, to take me inside him and while his mouth is still warm from drinking,I will seal the bond with a kiss. I own you,bitch!
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Beside acquiring stinky feet over the weekend,Mistress was approached by heavily made-up lady who offered her a free facial.Mistress after some time managed to convey to the nice lady that she was not in need of her services."Wait till you reach 40!" the lady cautions,indicating that Mistress should save her skin with a facial now.Mistress was pleased to advise the nice lady that She was 50 and was very satisfied to see her eyes widen in surprise."You look good!" she admits.Damn right, nice lady!
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Mistress was in the mood for a power walk on Sunday and having no sneakers on hand opted to borrow a relative's. It was hot and Mistress wore no socks-big mistake! Mistress's feet stunk afterwards like ripe cheese.She imagines they still stink and will not borrow those sneakers again. However Mistress would have liked a slave on his knees licking her stinky feet-because that's all you are good for, bitch!
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he was two hours late and Mistress was in no mood to be trifled with.Notwithstanding that he had driven over five hours to see her, this one needed to learn that punctuality was one of Mistress's rules.he was a big one too, well over 300lbs and tall.Mistress was not fazed.Big brutes made her feel tiny which was no small matter-pun intended and made it even sweeter to bring them to their knees. he had portrayed himself to be quite the experienced slave and Mistress was eager to put him to the test.
"Do you know what time it is,bitch?" She greeted him.he muttered something about traffic but Mistress waved him to be silent."On your knees!", she commanded. With a "yes mistress!", he lumbered to his knees like a behemoth and was promptly treated to a slap in the face.'How dare you be late,!" Mistress hissed."Take off your clothes, bitch!" For a big fellow, he was adept at a speedy disrobing.A paddle appeared in Mistress's hand as she walked in booted feet around him.Suddenly she grabbed his head and pushed his face in her crotch."Sniff it,bitch!" he complied but was treated to another slap in the face.'Did you think you were going to be rewarded for getting here late?" Mistress was toying with him."Get your ass on the bed, face down!" he got up as quickly as he could and obeyed.Soon his ass was shocked into an angry pink and he literally fell off the bed! Mistress arms akimbo, ordered him back on." I thought you were experienced and an expert,"She jeered."Can't even take a good spanking?" he muttered something about being out of practice and waited for the blows to rain down again.Mistress did not disappoint.Then he was ordered to stand while Mistress examined him.I thought you said you had 6"-"that" is barely 3"!" She observed in disgust. he had no defence..Mistress ordered him again to his knees and instructed him to lick, kiss and remove her boots before worshipping her feet.That he did well.Next he was ordered to lie on his back on the bed while Mistress straddled his face. he followed her instructions obviously glad to be allowed to taste her.Too soon, she stopped him."Open your mouth!" She commanded and released a mouthful of golden nectar into his mouth. he tried to swallow but was choking and gasping for breath.Some expert.he would pay dearly for his misrepresentations the rest of that afternoon, leaving with his butthole stretched to it's limit,his cock and balls aching,his butt fiery red. Mistress imagines her laughter echoed in his head on the long drive back home.
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Mistress has unceremoniously kicked her low-carb diet to the curb, having just been informed that grapes were 99 cents a pound at the local supermarket. Not to mention that blueberry saeson is in the offing.These are two fruits that Mistress absolutely refuses to give up.So Mistress is contemplating resuming her weekly 20 mile runs long ago abandoned...along with her strenght training of course. She will not be chowing down on pasta and pizza but must, must have her fruit. Now to peruse this week's sales on running shoes...
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bitches,if you live in North Dakota,Indiana or in any outpost at the edge of the galaxy-I have news for you! Mistress will not be coming to seek your favour! you'd better be prepared to get your ass to her for inspection within a reasonable time if she deems you worthy of further attention.So if you are going to contact her and then come up with excuses, don't even try it! Can't afford to come? Then you are clearly out of your league.Good luck with the neighborhood Dommes!
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One hundred admirers!--or shall I say persons of discerning taste? Mistress's (only 23 ?!) friends are apparently different from her admirers and for her eyes only. Mistress graciously acknowledges all of you.
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Mistress has a surefire way of weeding out posers.Works like a charm.Admittedly some are more cunning than others but when the game's afoot, Mistress is up to it!
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I see that you have viewed me lately.Do you berate yourself for being an ass and losing the chance of being in my presence,bitch? Or do you regret that that I tired of your game so quickly and cut you off? Perhaps in a rare moment of honesty, you acknowledge how infinitesimal you are, how utterly worthless and unworthy of my time!
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Mistress began a low carb diet yesterday after she bought two new corsets that were a tad bit too constricting ( Mistress absolutely refuses to go up another size )so she is working to get back to her comfort zone which is a healthy size 10.Love it or leave it,bitches! There are cranky days ahead with the carb deprivation- oh for a slave to take it out on-not to mention the waste of Mistress's farts that accompanies such a diet! But the results will be worth it transitioning after the induction phase might be tricky but Mistress is up for it!
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Went hiking yesterday with a younger man who couldn't keep up! Mistress was bored with him.He was a leering vanilla pig who talked the talk but was unable to walk the walk-literally! He did kiss my feet as instructed while removing my socks and sneakers afterwards.Poor thing....to think he has a chance!
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Mistress was approached by an ill -favoured, dentally challenged one yesterday.She shudders at the memory!
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you are a big lout in my eyes, you dwarf me and make me feel tiny and yet I command and you kneel.you give me your submission, your trust and your heart without hesitation.I don't need to hear any lies, subspeak glib from the lips of posers.Just never seek to contain me, never imagine that you own me, I am to be worshipped, adored and obeyed. Just never forget how lucky you are, how unworthy.
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"Age cannot wither her nor custom stale her infinite variety" if I remember my Shakespeare right that was what was said about my favourite African queen, Cleopatra. The same can definitely be said about Mistress.Today is Mistress's birthday.The phone started ringing early rousing her from sleep. Happy what? Oh yeah, birthday.Thanks. When Mistress was fully awake her mood improved until she showed up to work for an idiot who was amazed that not only was it her birthday but her fiftieth!
"You look like thirty!" he exclaimed. Mistress acknowledged the compliment gracefully until the moron offered to eat her pussy in honour of the occasion.How gross! Mistress is able to obtain that service at the snap of a finger, thank you very much! The trouble with the imbecile is that he has too much money and too little commonsense and is blissfully oblivious that he is uncouth and unfortunately not a sub. Mistress deigned to accept being taken out to lunch once he realized that he would not be getting between her legs.
The day is young yet and Mistress anticipates only pleasant things to follow.
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Mistress has been taking inventory of her toys and thinks she may be aquiring some additions namely a ball gag, hood, cbt restraints and definitely one of those devices that deliver a shock by remote to the genitals-what fun! If anyone knows what the latter is called and where one might find one, do let Mistress know and yes, a pig's snout to put on the face of my slave for my amusement.
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Mistress has no patience with jealous subs and cannot fathom what would possess a slave to show jealousy.I own you and will not be your property.Get it right! If you tend towards these feelings best keep them to yourself, Mistress is neither flattered nor amused by them. Mistress prefers protective rather than possessive even though Mistress is not in need of a protector, thank you very much, she is utterly charmed by the notion.
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Mistress considers herself to be relatively broadminded and definitely straight yet applications from female subs have sent her imagination into uncharted territory. Sucking on pert nippled boobs, fingering wet pussies, tasting soft lips, hairpulling, faceslapping and spanking a smooth butt to pink perfection, the whimpers of surrender..Hmmm....
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Mistress enjoyed the Cherry Blossom Festival in Newark this weekend.The weather was fabulous, the trees were gorgeous in various shades of red , white and pink blossoms that sometimes showered down in a gentle breeze.There was the inevitable crowd but it was not overwhelming so Mistress was in a pretty good mood.Afterwards Mistress and her vanilla companion stopped in one of her favourite lingerie stores which also happened to sell sex toys. She was surprised at her companion who was not only blushing furiously but giggling like a schoolboy! Mistress tried to ignore his behavior but was distracted with his pointing out dildoes and acting the fool.I handed him a bra to hold on to and he held it almost at arm's length! He asked how long he would have to hold it and I told him, until I paid for it! I didn't stay as long as I wanted because he was so obviously uncomfortable so I bid the ladies au revoir and left. Next time, I'll leave him to wait outside...or maybe take him in and ask for their biggest dildo and get his and the ladies' opinion on whether it would be a good fit for him!
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Walked by a store yesterday and saw the most fetching red and black corset with garter belt and matching thongs-ooh la la! Fit for a Queen! Of course Mistress had to enter the establisment to enquire about said garment and was not happy to learn not only did they have only one left-it was a small.I don't do small! Now the search is on for a similar one elsewhere. Mistress has visions of wearing it while standing above a helpless slave licking her feet,mmm...
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Mistress is definitely straight but tempted every now and then by the lesbian subs who sends her messages...Hmmmm. Far more palatable than the many obtuse subs who send ridiculous messages!
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I have been asked about my journal entries.Much of it is past experience and sometimes just expressing current angst.All of it is true. When I was around 13, I used to write the most vile erotica I could imagine then read it over while touching myself. (Mistress was a very naughty girl with a wild and creativity!) I don't write erotic fiction now, whatever I write has happened. I could write my fantasies but I would be kicked off here! Mistress cracks herself up!
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It was clear who was in charge. A black woman discussing the selection of dildoes and a skinny white guy whom you would swear was an alpha male was hanging on to her every word. The two black saleswomen tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but the wonder in thier faces could not be entirely disguised as Mistress pointed to a big black 8" dildo and examined it. Satisfied, she pointed to a harness and after a brief inspection waved the man to pay for the puchases. She walked out of the store with him in tow.In the car, I got the dildo from the packaging and felt its firmness."I can't wait to use this," I purred. The sub swallowed hard and after a quick sidelong glance kept his eyes on the road."Are you sure you can take this, bitch?" "I'll try Mistress". Mistress loves a can-do kind of sub.It was on!
Later he knelt naked in my presence as I stood before him, my big black cock disappearing into his mouth. He was no deep throater but he worshipped my black bratwurst with nervous excitement. My pussy so close to the action was throbbing. "you like that cock, don't you bitch?" he gurgled and nodded assent."Come worship my feet, bitch!" Mistress adores the visual and the sensation and the sheer psychological surge of power having a man licking her feet. he looked so right down there. My pussy was dripping but the urge to impale him won out."Bend over, bitch!" he complied and presented his skinny but firm white ass. Did he know what he was in for?
Mistress was experimenting and though had used butt plugs and dildoes (of lesser magnificence) had never encountered such a conumdrum, but She was game! "Here," I squirted some lube in his hand."Make it nice and slippery, bitch!"he did but the battering ram of a cock failed repeatedly to breach his tight sphincter, he was whimpering and Mistress was getting even more determined."Let me try sitting on it, please Mistress",he begged at last.It would not be my favourite position but if it got him penetrated,I was all for it.
With some fresh lube, Mistress sat on the sofa holing her cock steady while her skinny white bitch facing her, closed his eyes and centimeter by centimeter lowered himself down on the black monster until it disappeared into his hungry white ass. Victory! "you like that don't you, you little whore?" bitch agreed that he was a whore, a slut and a pathetic piece of shit who loved Mistress's cock and was grateful for the opportunity he was having.he was almost sobbing in ecstasy as Mistress directed the action, enjoying the look on his face, his flushed skin and moans of agony and ecstasy. "Take it, bitch!Take it!" he did. My little whore was such a good boy for me,but Mistress was yet to be satisfied...
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I am a Domina.I speak for myself.I come from a line of assertive women who never backed down.In a time and place when whites enslaved blacks, my ancestors waged war from the sanctuary of the mountains and would not be denied their freedom.They believed in Obeah and their inalienable right to self determination.I'm a Domina, black and fierce.I see the boy in the man.I see the nakedness beneath the clothes,I see the weakness behind the strength.I'm a Domina.It is my legacy.I embrace it,I live it and I will defend it.It doesn't live in a dungeon or a bag of toys, it IS.
Thus when presented with your petty fetishes as if I'm supposed to be at your service and not the other way around, it is an affront.
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Mistress has recovered her equilibrium and will not put up with the following:
1)Responses begging my consideration without addressing what I am seeking
2) Posers who are reluctant to make telephone contact as instructed
3) One line responses that address poser's fetishes
4)Philosophers who want to discuss BDSM by chatting interminably on yahoo or wherever
5)Posers who want to "explore" their submission.(How about I explore inside your ass with a flashlight,bitch!)
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Mistress is not in a good mood tonight, count yourself lucky you are not in my presence! If you think pain is pleasure, I would make sure what you get gave you no pleasure, bitch! My frustration with the absolute lying fakes on here make me want to go sadistic! I shall go to sleep and dream of new punishments and humiliations for you, bitch!
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I get the most inane questions-"Do I like white men?" Why?" I ask. 'Is there something wrong with them?" Then there's, "Am I looking for a full toilet?" While Mistress has enjoyed these experiences, that is not my stated priority. "Am I looking for a houseboy? Can one come and clean, worship my feet..."AAAAArrrrgggghhhh!! Read my profile, bitches! Don't just look at the pics and the geography, speaking of which, if you are in Europe with no expectation of coming here to be inspected, shove off! Where do they find these trolls?
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I am discarding trash. I must be true to myself and will brook no disrespect.I absolutely will not tolerate liars, those who come on here pretending, playing out a fantasy, all the while being full of shit. How pathetic can you be if you have to live your life in an on line fantasy? If this is your thing, kindly keep Mistress out of it! If you find yourself blocked, you know why:my patience has run out.Obedience is better than sacrifice!
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Mistress recently discovered her pages of bulk mail and deleted everyone except for the other Dominas who sent greetings. In case you are one of the under 30 subs who wondered why you were ignored, now you know!
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He must have seen me coming and rushed ahead to open the door. I swept pass him and murmured a regal "thank you", silently adding " bitch"!.(Mistress does not believe in alarming innocents) I stopped in the front of the store to examine a display and he stood there struggling for words.I cast a pitying glance his way and left him struggling.Faint heart never won fair lady!
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He was being punished for whining and had been in chastity for two weeks.There was no device as I knew him well enough to know that he would obey my dictates without having to wear one.I sat on the sofa close to where he was watching sports in his favorite chair.
"I'm going out," I announced and his eyes followed me as I fished my lipstick from my purse. I crossed my stockinged and booted legs and got my little mirror out.He was still watching me.I began to apply my lipstick...slowly."What are you staring at, bitch?" I demanded. "Oh,nothing
Mistress!"was his somewhat hoarse reply. I glanced down at his crotch and saw the outline of the hard bulge under his shorts.I laughed."What's the matter, bitch? Wished you had some of this?" "His second ,"Yes Mistress" was even hoarser than the first.I continued to apply lipstick and even stuck my tongue out just a little.He got that glazed look in his eyes."Why don't you take it out?" I suggested casually."Oh,thank you Mistress!"he all but gasped and his swollen cock was out and aimed in my direction before the last word left his lips."Point that thing away from me, bitch!"( It looked as if it was ready to explode!)"Can I touch it, Mistress?" "Go ahead, you won't be getting anything else!", I waved the hand holding the dark red lipstick. I had applied enough but he was so mesmerized by me doing it,I wanted to see how it played out.I continued to taunt him as he rubbed his cock with that stupid look he got on his face when he was in the throes of passion. I was beginning to wonder how many coats of lipstick I would need to apply when he grunted, convulsed and shot his load all over his hands, on the arm of the chair and on his leg. I got up to go amused that applying lipstick could have affected the bitch so.
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76,77,78...Mistress is outraged! She has been on this site for two and a half months with only 78 admirers.Don't make me come over there and punish your worthless cocks-love me,bitches!
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Occasionally,I wondered what the neighbors made of it.Everytime I would come over, the radio or TV would be turned up and if you listened closely you could hear cries of,"Please Mistress, please!" and the heavy thud of leather on flesh.
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That bitch knew how to lick ass. I would summon him at any time and command him to eat my ass and he sniffed, licked and sucked and probed until my pussy was wet with jealousy. The more I told him he was a worthless piece of shit only fit to be an ass cleaner, the more he would whimper in excitement and I knew without looking how hard he would be getting.The mood was only interrupted when I farted loudly in his face and he jumped as if a bullet had gone off."Sniff it, bitch!" I would tell him while trying not to collapse from laughter.''Let me feel your breath on that ass-deep breaths! What do you say?"
"Thank you, Mistress!"he would gasp.
When my ass had been licked to my satifaction, there was still a wet pussy to attend to and a rock hard cock waiting to be teased beyond endurance.
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When I instruct you to call at a certain time, that is what I expect. Since I cannot know that you are stuck in a meeting or in a cave where you have no cell phone signal, I will not be amused not hearing from you and will be cut you off without a second thought.Similarly since I have indicated that I have better things to do than to go stalking subs, you had better answer your phone during the the time you say you will be available, trifling bitch!
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I'm on to you, bitches! you live much farther away, some of you even overseas and have no intention of leaving your comfort zone!Yet you waste my time with your lies and pretence.Are you so pathetic that all you are capable of is fantasy? And don't get me started on the ones who've been here for years- four or five- and tell me they have been unable to find someone because they are "picky".Sure... you little twit! It's not picky, you just want to hide behind your keyboard and play pretend and probably spank the monkey after every exchange.you disgust me! For every schmuck who wastes my time on here, I would like to meet you just so I could squeeze your balls in a vice... and that would just be to say hello-and believe me, I would have much more to add!
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My toe disappears into your white mouth like a small black cock, you kneel as you worship my feet. your pink tongue licks my feet all over with the passion of a lover and slave.Doesn't it feel just right,bitch?
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I got home late and he had already gone to sleep.I undressed in the dark, throwing my clothes in a tangled heap on the nearest chair.Still he slept.Impatient, I pulled the blanket off him and he turned in sleepy confusion.Before he could speak, I mounted his face.He knew what to do but I told him anyway."Eat it, bitch!" Still befuddled by sleep, his tongue was tentative and I repeated my command more forcefully, grinding my wetness on his face.He came to life and gave me what I wanted.My nipples puckered as I urged him on.The wet warm tongue sliding in and out and all around, eating and sucking became greedier."Stop!" I commanded.He started to speak as much as anyone could speak with that mouthful."Be quiet, open your mouth",I whispered.
Into his open mouth I released golden liquid, a communion of Mistress and sub.It was swallowed in small gulps until it was finished.He said,"Thank you,Mistress" and I kissed his mouth.
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Perhaps this night/
The fog will clear/
Revelation rise/
While you've been busy making a living,/
You forgot to live/
While you've been busy getting,/
You forgot to give/
Perhaps this night/
You will surrender all/
Perhaps this night,/
Let go, fall...
Carpe nocte, bitch!
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Just for the record, bitches.I find the attention of "male doms" offensive! The very term is oxymoronic as far as this Domina is concerned and if such a moron should be so unwise as to seek my company, the little bitch would taste hell!
As for switches, don't waste my time either.Mistress does not play those games.
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Emerging from the doldrums.Beginning to feel like myself again but still tender to the touch, yet not inclined to taste the bite of the asp.
Mistress learned a long time ago that while She cannot always control events, She can control her reaction to them. Oh, for a slave to absorb my turmoil.
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your destiny is to serve me. you are the one who will come to learn my every mood, anticipate my needs,cater to my every whim.you are the one who will be there when I need you to be, who will know that this Domina is the Goddess at whose shrine you worship, at whose feet is your place, She Who Must Be Obeyed, she who makes you complete.Carpe diem, bitch!
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Been to hell and back this weekend and find that I have a round trip ticket-dammit! I once saw coconut trees in a storm, while other trees came crashing down or were shorn of their limbs, the palms bent in the wind and then stood tall. I'm still standing.
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If you can render to Mistress without reservation, your heart, mind, body and soul and find your place at her feet-Then you'll be my slave, my sub.
If you all your worldly goods you can endow to the service and control of Mistress,-Then you'll be my slave my sub.
If you can make the heart of Mistress sing and make her dreams yours,-Then you'll be my slave, my sub.
If If you can find beauty, honor and grace in serving Her, suffer pain and humiliation, give Her your trust and gain Hers,-
Then you'll be my slave my sub!
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Mistress is experiencing very trying and stressful times. Oh for a sub on whose back I could prop my feet, whose hands could need away the tension who would understand my need to take it out on his ass!
There are those who are of the mistaken
assumption that grief may make me weak,that private pain will me make me buckle that somehow struggling to maintain my equilibrium in a sea of troubles will somehow lessen who I am. Fools! From conflict,struggle and vicissitudes I have been honed and still I remain and will always be a Domina.
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Walk on eggshells around me bitch! Mistress is not in the mood to be patient.Feeling out of sorts as I do at times. It's more than a mood, and will pass but in the meantime I continue to walk softly and carry a big stick...make that a strong paddle or wicked whip!
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I have been asked the most outrageous questions. How big are my breasts? Do I have big butt? Am I hairy or...? If you are one of the morons who have asked any of these questions and wondered why you have been blocked, think about it!
Such questions reveal who you really are and tells me that you are a waste of my time!
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The minute I saw him waddling towards me across the parking lot,I thought, "Hell no!". Now I have nothing against big guys in fact one of my favorite subs not only towered above me but was probably easily twice my weight-I never asked him. But I draw the line at a waddle! He had told me on the phone (several times) that he was a good looking guy,either he was in extreme denial or he had missed several eye appointments. I'm Domina who is nothing if not compassionate.He had come a long way to see me and I was not about to dismiss him on the spot. During lunch, his eyes were more on my chest than on his food.He boasted that he had lost a lot of weight and I believed him because I could see his man boobs sagging behind his t-shirt! But of course I congratulated him and maintained a civilized and cheerful demeanor, knowing that I would not be seeing this one again. On the way home, I ordered him to pull over in an empty parking lot.Suddenly his incessant chatter ceased.
"Take it out!" I ordered.
"You mean my...?"He was beginning to get a little apprehensive.
"Yes, take it out!"I emphasized with an impatient wave of one hand.
"Yes, Mistress..." All his bravado was now gone and oh, I loved to hear those two words!
"Where is the rest of it?" I asked coldly as a little pink shriveled knob came into view.
"I'll have to get it hard", he stammered.
"Go on",I purred relishing his discomfort."Get it hard!"
It didn't take him long as I looked on.
"Is that it?"
"Yes,Mistress".Again those words.
"Let me feel it".
As my hand enclosed it and squeezed, a muffled groan escaped him and semen shot out over onto the steering wheel, dashboard and even on my jeans!This guy's cock must have had a sprinkler function! My jeans had dots of moisture and I felt like Monica Lewinsky.
'WHAT THE HELL...?!"
"I'm so sorry Mistress! I'm so sorry!"
Even on his way home he was calling to apologize.
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I've been asked what my limits are. I never think of myself in terms of limits. There are forms of play in which I have no interest but would not rule out trying them just for the hell of it. Then there are others which are repugnant-those would be the more sadistic and invasive forms of play, which would put my slaves life and limb and er... appendages in jeopardy.
I don't do stereotypes either. I'm a Black Domina who loves lobster and grapes, Scrabble and gardening,music whose lyrics consume me, serenades, uninhibited laughter and the enchantment of a full moon in the dead of night.
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I tell you in no uncertain terms how I would like to reduce you to a whimpering bitch.Instantly, your tone changes to one I know so well and my nipples and clit pay attention. Let me hear you beg for mercy bitch, let me hear how much you want me to subjugate you, let me hear the fear in your voice, see the glazed terror and desire in your eyes.Let me hear you confess what a useless piece of shit you are! Let me hear you thank me.
You ask if I'm still there. I pause to catch my breath, and assure you that indeed I am. I have no intention of telling you what just happened. Orgasm denial is for subs and slaves, Mistress will not be denied.
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While D/s can be very sexually charged, it is never all about sex.There are subs who would never be allowed to penetrate Mistress, others who may earn that privilege and yet others who may be required to perform only command.Mistress enjoys them all. Let's face it, some subs just are not adequately equipped to perform but certainly compensate with enthusiasm, devotion and not inconsiderable lingual skills. My choice of sub or slave is never based on his appendage or lack thereof. Indeed I've noticed the bigger the cock the duller the sub!
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I am well aware of wannabe subs and don't doubt that there are wannabe Dominas as well, but I have no intention of proving least of all to a sub or anyone else that I'm a Domina and if you are unable to recognise a Domina when you see one or ask the right questions to discern the same then we have a problem. Questioning my Dominate nature is akin to questioning my womanhood. Are you blind and dumb as well? Or worse, paranoid and delusional? This Mistress is not going to come striding into a room ,whip at the ready, barking orders and wearing the appropiate gear to satisfy your ridiculous fantasy!
To doubt me is an affront and an untenable one.
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Here's how I will do it. you will not try to top me from the bottom. I am interested only in your peccadilloes only wherein I can use them to control you, as reward or punishment! Therefore, unless I request information about your skills and experience, keep it to yourself! The information should already be included in your profile anyway and advising me again of what you are into, is irritating and a sure sign that you are probably a fake.
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When you present me with the gift of your submission, know always that your Mistress' wish shall always be your command.Know that Mistress will consider you her property, not to be destoyed but to be broken down and molded to her specifications. you will consider it a privilege to kiss the ground I walk on, a reward to tongue my ass, and a communion to drink my golden nectar.In my presence, you will remain naked, unless I deem otherwise.When I call, you will come running. If you assume that all I want is your worthless body, then you would be mistaken. I want your mind, to have you whimpering, begging, surrendered- and yet my strong protector in public.
If you are not prepared,willing, able and committed to servitude, you are worthless to me!
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How shall I torture you? Let me count the ways...I shall drag you around on leash and collar,have you kneel naked on grains of rice, grab and squeeze your worthless cock and balls when you have angered me and least expect it,tape your cock and balls up and then rip off the tape just in time for the blood to come rushing back and you scream in pain. As you scream I will get you hard and take you because you are mine, your whimpering arouses me and I must be satisfied. Yet no needles into you, no blood to make a mess Mistress disdains such barbarity, preferring her own.
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Every sub who sends ridiculously abbreviated responses to Dommes should be sent to me! Send me the ones who clearly are irrelevant, know they are irrelevant yet waste the time of Dommes with trite and canned responses! I would love to order them to kneel, snap a collar around their necks and have them read the ad to which they responded and explain to me why they responded as they did. Every ridiculous word would be met with a slap to the face or a crack of the whip until they whimper and beg for mercy! Just when they thought it was over, they would be ordered to submit to bondage not knowing what would be coming next. They would be ordered to stand while I led them by the balls over to a sofa, ordered to kneel again and to lick my spread ass. Next it would be time for their ass to be taken...perhaps they would have an idea of how it would be when the ball gag appears...Mistress is getting wet just thinking of it. There are matters to be attended to....
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It is a widely held misconception in vanilla minds and the opinions of some so-called Dominas that subs are wimps. Au contraire, the overwhelming majority of subs that I have encountered are alpha males in their vanilla lives and any Domina worth her whip will attest to the fact that recieving their submission is all the more satisfying. I appreciate what it may take to submit to a demanding Domina, to please her as she orders, to soothe her anger without complaint, to obey her to the letter, to accept her decrees and punishment, to grovel at her feet all inhibitions shed, hoping to be rewarded with her approval. Many subs hasten to reassure me that in their professional life, they are in charge.Mistress expects you to be. What Mistress abhors is yet the supplications from "subs" letting me know what they enjoy. No shit. Do tell. Make yourself comfortable.I'm all ears.Mistress likes nothing better than to be regaled with your fetishes. She is taking notes so she can better indulge you....NOT!!! Take your fetishes and hie thee to a pro where you can top from the bottom and have her Dominate you just the way you like. If that satisfies you, good! Just don't bring it to me.
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Like every Domina I delight in tribute and presents freely given.It is merely another form of worship and showing your Domina that her smile is what you live for.However, if you assume that this is what this Domina is all about then you insult me. Gifts are no substitute for sincere submission. To be my sub, you must come to know that trust is non-negotiable. you will need to have it to truly submit, if it is not there then your submission is a charade and worthless to me.you are either willing to take that leap of faith and fall to your knees before me or you can indulge your fears and continue to play your silly game telling yourself how much you long to serve, perhaps you will even come to believe it.
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She mesmerizes you and you wonder what it would be like to kneel at her feet.Could you endure her punishment, have her drag you to the gates of heaven and into the pits of hell, would your submission be pleasing enough, are you worthy? Or would she destroy you, demand more than you can give,haunt you with her mocking laughter, reduce you to all your boyhood fears with one glance? Safe enough to send her a message, acknowledge her magnificence, pony up your number as she demands then listen to her message with beating heart, afraid to answer, giving in to your cowardice yet again.
She confirms that you are pathetic and unworthy of her time, living in denial. How do you look at the man in the mirror?
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I have heard complaints from subs meeting women who are not "real Dominas", while I'm sure there are Domina wannabes out there, I also wonder what the subs were expecting to see. I never try to prove that I'm a Domina, it's like trying to prove I'm female:if you can't see it, I'm not going to lift my skirt and prove it to you.However I have never been doubted and it's not because I turn up wielding a whip and encased in leather...except for maybe boots, jacket and cuffs and the tattoo on my forehead...I love to laugh. I crack myself up. I have no problem laughing at you, especially if you are humiliated. Funny as f@*#!! Self-deprecating humor in a sub turns me on. Having a sub recount his most humiliating situations delights me to no end.I have been told I have a wicked laugh...if you are so lucky, you may be the judge of that. Bwa-ha-ha-ha!!!
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Still weeding out the undesirables- the deceptive, the smug and the idiotic. I see where communicating by im's seems to be a highly favored medium and I have been urged despite my protests towards this form of communication. I prefer to hear your voice with all the nuances, shifts in tone and timbre that tells me so much about you and for you to hear mine: the command, the confidence and sultriness that is me. Here is how we'll do it. If after a few messages, I deem you worthy of the next step I will invite you to give me your number. A few have balked at this. If you think I have nothing to do but to call Boise, Idaho at 2 in the morning-get over yourself!
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I find it difficult to Dominate one for whom I have contempt. That contempt is readily earned by arrogant subs who come out swinging, declaring that they are no doormat. Noooo! Get over yourselves! you are a doormat if I say you are.Then there are the intellectual giants who like to try to bash you with their mighty brains, forgetting that Mistress is not impressed and is on to their feeble attempts to justify their sorry pathetic egos.If you are ambivalent about who you are talk to Dr. Phil.
This Mistress demands humility and the intelligence to know that you, a mere worm are in the presence of a Domina!
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