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DominaChaos
I'm originally from Brooklyn NY, so my pronouns are:
  • Yo!
  • Hey!
  • Youze!
Long before I became a sexual being, I had an inkling as to who I was to become. When I heard the story of Hansel and Gretel, I wanted to be captured by the witch. I was strangely aroused by a kid’s show segment featuring a little boy being tossed around by his two big sisters in a dance routine. Most memorable of all was when in grade school, a bad little boy got slapped in the face by our teacher and my mind was set afire! I've had all 4 vaccines, and I don't participate in anything that requires the wearing of a mask. My forever commitment is to one daily bout of hard exercise. During the pandemic, I gave up weight training for swimming, because no mask was required. Now that the goddam mask mandates are over, I'm back in the gym, but I do a tough pullup, pushup chinup workout in lieu of weights. I also do cardio, planks and stretching. I work at home as a paid technology and science writer, more the former than the latter. My job is almost like being a junior professor in a large university, because I have to know enough about a wide range of topics and to “teach” them to professional industry participants. My main topic is the very timely one of electrical power. I live in Boston, with no car. Public fetish events that are “T” accessible are few and far in between, especially now, but I live in a fun neighborhood with a lively vanilla scene. I’m actually becoming a Townie! Many of the people are also Facebook friends, and have seen how many Mistress This and Goddess Thats are on my friends list. Some of the guys have sheepishly asked me to introduce them to dominas, but don’t worry, I’ve told none of them about Fetlife!
1/20/2014 8:00:41 PM

Street Legal with a Hard Edge

In the third grade, I had a teacher who always had an angry face and wore glossy red lipstick and shinny black pumps. She was big and curvy, and she was oh! so strict with us. There was a bad little boy who was always disrupting class, and one day, she lost it and grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out to the hall. We could hear the sounds of him being slapped and we all heard him crying, and to this day, nothing makes my little subbie heart beat faster is what I call the plainclothes Domme – street legal with a hard edge, a commanding and domineering presence and a angry stare.

2/8/2013 1:14:21 PM

On Feet and Magic

I've discovered that if feet are worshiped properly, they develop a mind of their own. The results can be delightfully painful or painfully delightful. I'm especially enchanted with the way a pair of lively feet infuse stockings and heels with magic.

12/24/2012 7:21:26 PM

Elvis Country and Staying Fit

“The outdoors is what I must pass through to get from my apartment to the subway.”

So says Fran Lebowitz, and I heartily agree. In fact, unless I’m on my way to somewhere that I really want to be, I suffer great anxiety when I leave urban civilization and head into Elvis Country.

Now, what’s Elvis Country? Tony Soprano defined Elvis Country as anyplace where the only Italians and Jews are in the witness protection program. I define it as anyplace where the “T” doesn’t run!

You might be asking yourself - how does he look so fit at 92? Well, part of the secret is to not actually be 92. But here’s the rest of it.

Drink Moderately
Exercise Violently
Smoke plenty of CDXX
And NEVER get married

12/24/2012 7:07:53 PM
     

I so need to submit. I want you to feel my flesh quivering and to hear me begging, pleading and maybe even crying. I want you to control me and to understand me in a way that’s even more intimate than sex.


Use my hard body as your playground. Slap me, strike me kick me, queen me and use your toys, but dominate me, don't mutilate me. Abuse me verbally, abuse me physically. Make me your boy, make me your man. Let me sit at your feet and adore you. My body will belong to you exclusively if that's your wish, but I'll never forget or be disloyal to those who've befriended me in the past.


I'm not a young boy but a mature man, and I want to be owned by a woman, not by a girl.

6/24/2012 9:54:23 AM

Metamorphosis

 

You took me out of the bright world and into an eerie twilight. You made me an unearthly monster who doesn't age, forced to abandon his family and friends. Make me something. Make me yours. Take me to your cave and beat me until I cry. No one will hear. Tie me to your cross and make me mad with desire and allow me no release. Laugh at me. Mock me. Reveal each of my weaknesses to me. Envelope me in your darkness

4/15/2012 8:12:38 PM

The Day Pangloss1 met a Pro Domme

She asked me what I wanted, and I said that I wanted the traditional roles to be reversed, and I'm the one who is overwhelmed, controlled and taken. Then, a couple of questions that I don't now remember.

She told me to get undressed, and she went into the bathroom to change. A conservatively dressed Eastern European woman went in, and a sneering, corseted bitch in stockings and high-heels came out.

She slapped my face, shoved me into the wall, kicked me in the ass and then she shoved me to the floor. She grabbed me by the hair and put a leash around my neck. Then she made me kiss her feet, which were shod in plain black pumps with medium-high heels, just like a mature women wear in an office setting. Then, seeing my fascination with her shoes, she led me around with the leash and mesmerized me with the sound of her heels clicking on the floor.

Tiring of this, she ordered me up on the bed and tied my hands. She threw me on my back and sat on me. Then she lifted me up and started slapping me across the face; and oh!, the mocking, contemptuous sneer that she wore while she did it! Then, a little face-sitting, and after that she got off and tied my legs together, unbinding my hands only to tie them to the legs. She lifted my legs up and started slapping my ass, but this time mixed in maddeningly erotic rubs along with the slaps, in what portion I can't recall.

 

I'm unbound again, and this time I'm on all-fours and my head is placed on a mound of pillows. My hands, once again are bound. She mounts me as though she was about to take me doggy style. She flicks her tongue on my ears and neck and breathes on my ear and starts threatening me; with what I don't remember. She puts on a glove and and inserts one finger into my ass. She also plays with my balls and penis. No, she doesn't have three hands, and I have no idea how she did it all, seemingly at the same time. I'm repeatedly brought to the edge and mercilessly denied, until the end. All the while, she laughs her cruel laugh as I writhe in a state of ecstatic, erotic terror.

 

2/26/2012 5:22:18 PM

You bring out the Switch in me

 

I asked you to flog me and you did. I loved it.

Later, I asked you to bite me and you asked me to bite you instead. I bit you and I liked it.

Later still, I asked you to spank me and you asked me to spank you instead. I spanked you and I liked it.

Does this mean that I’m a switch?
Lindiana
 
 Age: 23
  Florida