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Hello collarme members that just happened by!
The people that I take time with are always highly intelligent, well spoken and self sufficient. A successful individual that chooses the type of relationship that I give, not one that needs it to survive the day to day's. They have to be secure within themselves to take on many types of roles within my world; best friend, confidant, lover, houseboy/housegirl, plaything, and property.
I am not always RAWR, in your face, demanding. It is simply too exhausting to be that way 24/7. Yet, my life does not work unless I am the one in charge.
Please understand ahead of time that I always speak my mind and I am not always gentle about it. In fact I am often brash and just a bit blunt. Call it a unique feature to my personality.
I look forward to meeting some amazing people while I am here, and to reconnecting to old friends.
Welcome to my page.
Please feel free to send me a note. I do ask that it be an original one to just me... not a cut and paste job that some send to everyone. |
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Christening
Tall and fit, your eyes roam over the contours of
his body. Muscles in all the right places, toned and braced for...
something. The brown/black of his hair was damp with wetness. Stretched
out, his arms to either side and bound against the padded wood of the
St. Andrew's Cross. He wriggled them lightly as a fresh rush of
adrenalin passed through his veins and had to test his bindings. The
sharpness of breath sucked through clenched teeth as the ropes marred
his perfect skin, leaving an abrasion burn behind from the movements,
seemed to sing through the room.
She smiled and watched him struggle.
"That's
right, boy. Test your constraints. Test them, and I will give you a
few moments to sink into the helplessness before I begin." Was this a
gift or further torture? He heard the words and instantly his breath
quickened from the speed of his heart thudding against his chest cavity.
You
cannot help yourself but squirm just a little bit on the couch as you
watch with a few others. The boy bound to the cross, the commanding
Goddess sitting on a tall bar stool off to the side, shadowed in
darkness so all that you can really see is her outline and the boots
that ran the length of her perfect legs.
The energy coming from
the tied one seemed to radiate through the room, if you squinted your
eyes within the haze just so... you might just be able to see the heat
waves rolling from his flesh. Eventually his struggles became less and
less as the voracity of the situation at hand found a certain clarity
inside of him.
You could almost hear the smile playing along her features,
"Ooohh yes.. there we go, pet.
Yes, you are tied.
Yes, you are blindfolded.
Yes, you are nude.
Yes, you are in the company of others... several others actually that will be watching... intently.
I have even given permission for photographs to be taken should anyone find themselves so inspired.
Yes, you will feel pain."
Pausing
on that last one... her words carried through the room like a song..
with teeth, scraping just slightly all that it touched.
"But if
your responses to me, your tears, struggles, whimpers, and possibly
even your screams please me enough. I just might allow you to feel
pleasures as well. Pleasures of sexual delight, tension, torture, and
denial.
You have no safe words... you are not safe.
You have no stop signal.. I will not stop.
You have no lines or limits...I will not recognize the existence of such trivial inconveniences.
You are at my whim."
With
the last of her explanation, she rose, slowly. The creek of the
leather along the stool was followed by the deep and commanding sounds
of her stiletto boots, complete with silver spikes. Sauntering closer
to the boy, she slowly came into view.
Breathtaking really is
the only thing that could accurately describe her self presentation.
Her dressing was a ritual, slowly guiding her mental space, almost
inspiration in and of itself and acting as her muse. Oh the things she
had planned for the night. The depths the boy will feel. The highs
she will enjoy at his expense.
Her energy was quite different
than the boy's. His was of uncertainty, hers... confidence. His of
fear and excitement, hers... calculatingly deviant. His a shuddering
torrent, hers... smooth, deep, rich, and ripe with electricity. You
could not help but be overwhelmed for a moment as she passed by.
The
light bounced back from her black thigh highs, tight along her form.
Buckles acted like a flash of starlight sending a prismatic burst as
she turned to face him. The skin tight material of her pants, painted
onto her by the Gods themselves, tucked beneath the corset that hugged
her frame. Made of the same material her boots were, the light caught
the buckles and seemed to illuminate the blood red strips of cloth
woven in, accentuating all the right places.
When her
fingertips touched his shoulder.. he jumped and gasped. So simple,
soft, yet not expected and he acted as if a bomb had detonated beside
him. No, the detonation would come later, much later, once she has had
her way with him. Once her beast was sated. Her body pressed into his,
and though she whispered it was still heard though the whole of the
room. As if time itself was frozen until she breathed life into it.
Any
other time.. the audience may have laughed but they seemed just on edge
as the boy was, for instead of laughter the only thing that echoed were
muffled whimpers as others wished they were the one at her will instead.
"Can
you feel the heat of my body, though I barely touch you.. can you feel
the weight of my intentions pressing, pinning you against that cross?"
her head tilted to one side sending loose lazy curls to tumble and
cascade over her shoulder and along her back, exposing the shape of her
neck. She was a work of art. Every part of her body had come from
dreams and somehow manifested within reality. This was reality, was it
not? Or was a mass hallucination shared by the entire group. No drug
can cause this high. No chemical concoction can be this lucid.
Fingertips
that caressed over his shoulder, down the chiseled musculature, dipping
in along with the small of his back and swaying outward as they
traveled over the roundness of his perfect bottom and the tops of his
thighs. Adjusting but barely... those same gentle caresses turned into
something more visceral as they changed directions and raked gullies up
to where they had begun.
His head drew back, his body arching,
shoulders drawn in as those knees of his buckled and the first scream
of the night colored the walls of the room with pain. A stain that
will not ever wash clean.
Quickly one hand braced his chest, the
other hovered over the red welts that were now offering tiny little
droplets of blood for her pleasure. It was as if she was drinking in
the sensation of that haze around the aftermath of the moment.
Blue
eyes seemed to sharpen as each crimson bead smeared beneath the palm of
her hand, fingerprinting over a live canvas. A moan rattled through her
chest and roiled past carefully crafted lips. "Yesssssssss. this will
do nicely." With a speed that seemed nearly supernatural she snatched
a crop that hung from a little golden eye hook along the wall, stepped
back, and with the flick of her wrist the thin leather strip folded
just so met wet flesh... again and again.
Bright pink from more
than just blood rose up traveling over each hill and valley of body
parts. Shoulders, back, ass, inner and outer thighs. There was no
mercy.
In the blink of an eye the crop flung into the shadows
and from nowhere the paddle cracked a reoccurring sound that made each
person flinch. The boy at this point had sunk so low that he began to
soar. The pain no longer really hurting but transforming into a
pulsing heat that would crest within a rhythm. A crest that marked him
inside and out, carving a memory deep within his mind that he will
never forget, never block out, never loose. A memory of a moment in
time where life and death seemed to dance seductively, pulling him
tight to their breast and cradling close. Where the two made love and
he was at the center.
She stood heaving as the paddle dropped
and bounced along the flooring. Within seconds it was gone, dissipated
into nothingness as it's purpose had been fulfilled. Discarded and
abandoned, it's fate had been sealed and sentenced.
Several on
the couch were clutched to those they knew, others were in the midst of
pleasure themselves. Watching, gasping and writing as fingers played
along, over, and inside of the most intimate of places... riding the
roller coaster that the two had built and strapped the audience in with
no hope of escaping until it rode it's course. Not that they wanted to
escape.
This space between space had taken shape around the room
and swallowed it whole. No one caught within the field was left
unscathed. Together they all seemed to enjoy several new sensations,
other tortures, others implements of pain and pleasure.
A
flogger flung through the air, once selected, making that whirling
sound with each pass before the blades collided against the
destination. Splaying outward and licking over the terrain. Heated wax
splattering the canvas, sliding over the rawness as his body twisted.
The serrated edge of her knife scraping at the dried remains, watching
it peel and flake to the ground. She made certain to draw over
untouched places with the tip. Fear exploded from him and then melted
as he knew that she would drag him through all kinds of pain but never
true pain. Never the kind that would scar him for life. He scrambled
inside of his mind until he re-found that faith and with a hard
swallow... he allowed himself to fall into it.. into her.
Tears dripped along his chest. Tears of release, of finding another existence only fabled before tonight.
Her
hand gripped through his hair and pulled his head back roughly. "Yes..
such a good boy... and now your reward." Pushing his head into the
padding of the X, she twisted the device around so that he could see
the crowd, see what orgasmic delights were forming around him, because
of him, because of the symphony the two created of delicious deviance.
She
left him... the sound of her boots crashing through the room with loud
commanding bursts. A girl sat on the floor beside the couch, her hands
bound in the same rope the boy's were. The long blond tress wrapped
around a renewed fist as she turned, retracing her previous steps.
She girl squeaked and scurried with her legs to follow as smoothly as
she could so that her hair was not yanked from her scalp. Positioned
on her knees before the boy... the Goddess crouched down, gripped his
cock that was half flaccid now.. though through the entire beating it
had been as rock solid as the wooden posts that held him were.
She
griped, pumped, and contorted the meat as if it were so much flesh
until it grew once again between her attention. Smearing the clear
liquid he offered, fingers were shoved into his mouth as she fucked his
face. Laughing, her eyes danced over his features as his lips made
quick work of his own flavor. "Thats right my little cum slut. That
is what you created for me." The wetness served as natural lubricant.
Once the consistency of his cock, the thickness, was where she wanted
it... the girl's face was shoved at the general area and her order
baked through the room.
The girl moved as if it was a pure
honor to be used for such a pleasure and did not want to give her cause
to change her mind. Lips wrapped as if she had been starved for far
too long. Her mouth devoured the flesh and moans captured him
completely.
She laughed and patted the back of blond hair and
sauntered once again to a table that had been wheeled into the room, a
table that no one had seen until this moment. A sponge and a bottle of
water was picked up as the Goddess began to sing softly. Pulling the
pop top open she sprayed the tortured skin and used the sponge to
lightly pat.
He yelled out. The sting was nearly too much for
him to bear and the kneeling one gaged from his abrupt jerk. The yell
was soon swallowed whole by the moan that took over as the girl's
efforts doubled.
Water washed clean what it was meant to and
as it cascaded down from his body, rounding the tight scrotum, and
flowing to her chin, over the sway of her breasts.. the light seemed to
make it seem almost ethereal. A fluffy towel next was used to gently
work over the skin as the boy's voice was heard in vocalized need, ever
so much more solid than previously in the night.
He begged.
What a good little pet he was. She ignored his plea and began to add
salve to the markings made. You could hear as he sucked breath after
breath through his teeth holding what was nearly impossible to force
back as the girl between his legs began to nearly growl with her own
need. Her cheeks caved in as her tongue twirled around the very swollen
tip. She gasped then pouted as she was not given her treat.
The
Goddess pushed and manipulated. His voice came again.. you could hear
the edge.. the shake within it. See his body shudder as he was so
close.. caught between pain and pleasure, certain that he would fail
his Goddess if she denied him again. Something that would break him in
more ways than one and none of them fun or enjoyable to anyone. Who
wants a broken toy anyway?
This time... she gave allowance...and the detonation that was mentioned previously... was made reality.
The
blond choked as she tried to make sure no mess was made... leaving her
panting and nearly collapsing along the ground, scissoring her legs and
moving her hips to try and satiate her own throbbing needs. The
Goddess nodded to the sideline and the girl was taken to the shadows
where her prayers where answered. Animalistic sounds swallowed by
darkness and best left for secrets and stories began to fade.
The
boy lay slumped against the cross, his entire being sagging with pure
exhaustion. Jolting here and there with the aftermath. She caressed his
bits slowly, watching his facial responses and delighting in them. She
milked his cock, drawing everything out of him.. the very thing she had
been doing all night. Draining him of everything he had to give... and
more that he had not even dreamed was there before tonight.
His bindings were undone slowly by others.
His
limbs massaged.. kissed... nipped at between smiled and mumbled words
of praise and care. The rope burn tended to slowly. She pulled him,
now free, into her arms. Those fingers that hurt before now smoothed
through his soaked hair, feathering touches along his face.
The audience clapped loudly. Some stood. Everyone... breathless.
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I want you to take a moment.. and sit back.. and think of how you have truly served others. Or have you just told them what tweaks you. What you want and dream of. Have you ever... truly pleased another because you truly knew what they wanted or needed?
This is my gift to you for Christmas. Look at what you offer. Learn how to truly be a well serving submissive boy. Of course a Domme needs to know things you like and dislike.. but.. it is not about you. You are just a boy... she is the Goddess. She deserves to be served, spoiled, pampered, pleased.... worshiped.
Do you even know HOW to worship her in the ways she need, wants, desires?
Adjust yourself, darling.. and you may learn how to truly make a Domme happy.
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This journey is an interesting one.
When I came to this site I thought it might be fun to hang around and talk with people virtually about things and it would not occupy my time unless I allowed it to. Too often in life you get involved with people that are rather needy. You end up looking at your schedule and think there is no way you will get all the things done that you want.
I call that situation "too many people swinging from my proverbial ball sac"
I have been very picky as to those I respond to. Recently I met a boy that just reading his intro to me.. pulled my attention. I spent some time, not much mind you, talking with him and was becoming fond of the lad.
I had not expected that.
There was a power exchange, even if only virtually at this point, that I had enjoyed. I live in a small area and there are few boys or girls that get my attention. For a while I had allowed work to consume my interests and nearly left the lifestyle... I had put it on the back burner for a revisit when I had that time to adequately give to it.
This boy had been pulled between his wants and needs and his "real life". Wondering if there was ever a way to merge the two into one. Over many emails, conversations, and IM's - I helped him look at his world, his morals, what he wanted, and what he was able/willing to give. He discovered that if he perused his interests at this time he would be gambling things within his world that he was not willing to put into that position.
He was very grateful for the time we spent talking. He said so many wonderful things about me. It was truly adorable. I wished him luck within his life and hoped that he took some of the things we talked about with him to put into play within his day-to-day's.
What did the exchange do for me? It reminded me just how much I missed that power exchange. Oh, I never left it completely, but I had not looked for someone 'for keeps' in years.
I think that I am finally open to that again.
So little scared boy.... you touched me as well. Congratulate yourself. Few ever get that chance. I will remember our talks with fondness. I hope that things go well within your world and perhaps someday our paths will cross again.
Blessed be, it was an honor.
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I am back from Seattle and had a very nice trip. Took a few pictures that I am very excited about and discussed a new business venture that I just might have to explore.
I had fun. I think that the best part of the trip was getting to take random pictures and then a kink photo shoot in the evening.
I -adore- taking pictures of others. My possible business partner played with a very sweet little girl. We have some great pictures! I cannot wait to look through them (there are a lot) and choose the best ones.
In turn she took a few pictures of me, just face shots, and I look so sweet and innocent in them. She couldn't stop laughing. A direct quote "these pictures are such a misrepresentation of you!"
I feigned offense but when I saw the pictures I had to laugh as well.
It was a nice couple of days.I hope that everyone else had a pleasant week. I will link my deviantART page when I have the pictures uploaded so everyone can see a journal of my visit.
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You belong to me
I had your hips in my hands, fingers holding
tight as your body ground into mine. The primal beat of the drums
filled the room, a sea of others undulating within the current. The
current of lust, of need, of desire.
Swaying back and fourth,
the roundness of your bottom fit the cradle of my thighs as if they
were made for this moment. This moment of raw pleasure between you and
I.
I spoke, but not with trite little movements of my lips, yet
you heard me in the recess of your mind. Inside, the place that is
reserved for the baser functions, instincts, animalistic carnage.
Tonight..
my beast fed on you, in so many ways. It began with the tease.
Stimulating your mind. The dark sultry lighting of a smokey room. The
smell of my cologne as we hugged. The low thrumming of music as it
swirled around us. The light brush of the back of my hand along that
tender curve of your wrist. Let us not forget the taste of my lips
along yours, soft, tender, cautious.
We danced. We danced
beneath the moonlight, under the stars trickery. Captive within the
whim of the night as she breathed along our flesh. Hot, heavy.... her
want was nothing to defy. Nothing that is so easily cast aside and
forgotten. She forced herself upon us.
I felt the resistance of
your skin for just a second. I knew the strength of your pulse as that
sweetness just beneath fought like a trapped thing to be set free.
Prayers were answered, the caged....ripped of it's bindings. You pumped
through me in a torrent of ecstasy.
Flashes of deviance berate
my mind. The remembered sensation of your exposed sex against my
fingertips. The surge of filthy intentions that sullied my thoughts. I
wanted you bare, bound, and taken in the most lascivious of ways for
everyone to see. The display of your submission to all of my prurient
wants... broadcast to the ends of the earth as I marked you.
I
know that you feel me. I know that I haunt your waking mind. There is
no point in fighting what is at the foundation of your reality.
You belong to me.
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This evening I was sent a msg asking where one could apply. It was a joke. However I think that it is a good idea. -smiles- I think that submissives who are interested should at some point send a resume of skills and provide a cover letter of intent and why I should choose you to take time with over others. What is the benefit for me? To say that I can do anything I want in any way I want is a given. Please do not use that as part of your letter of intent. It will be interesting to see what replies I get on this. Lets see what you all can do. Be creative, but please do not take this challenge as a joke. I think it may be an intersting experiment. Who knows: someone that I may have overlooked before just might stand out from such an assignment. Go go boys and girls... amaze me. I cannot wait to see what you have to offer!
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I may be in Seattle Dec. 9, 10, and leaving the 11th. Responses may be delayed.
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I think that having a wishlist for a place is a good sneak peek into the likes of others. Not specifically to tell people that you want all these things, but moreso to say that you are interested in these things.
I like to tell submissives to make a wishlist on amazon because I like to see the type of things that make them look twice.
I have a list myself.. it is an ongoing, ever changing list.
For those who are curious: http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/3IACPI3JSQK3T
One of the benefits of Amazon is that in wishlists.. the addresses remain "confidential" so the sender doesn't know that information.. they just send something and it gets there all perfect and annon like. -heh- I looovveeeee that feature. Some of the things I have sent to people can make anyone blush!
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This entry was originally a reply to a sweet boy that msg'd me. It read well... so I figured I would place it as an entry. I hope everyone enjoys it.
I
was always within the lifestyle, but I didnt know there was a word for
it until I was about 24. I was always Dominant. It just seemed to be
who I was. Why fight it, right?
Up until recently I would only be dominant with females, never males. I
was always overly mean to boys and I didnt know why. I didnt want to
hurt anyone. Really hurt anyone.
Recently I have been drawn to boys as well.
Perhaps it is just a cycle, I am not sure. Either way.. here I am. I
would love to have a submissive for each some day this way both of
those needs would be met for myself. However I have a lifetime to find
the perfect balance. So I am not in a hurry.
I prefer those who are new to the lifestyle. This way I can train them
for my tastes and not have to retrain what I feel is negative behavior,
plus I am slow, I ease a new person into it, and I know that is what a
newling needs. I am not sure others can do that or even understand the
psychology behind that mindset. Additionally if you are the one to
train them.. they are more likely to have a greater attachment. ;)
I get so many people who are like "Hello
Mistress i will be a good boy and i cant wait to be in your collar, if
you are interested please respond". Those.. I tend to block. It takes
time to build a relationship, to get to know someone, to learn one
another before that level of commitment can even be a thought. Those
people want only the fantasy of BDSM, not the real thing.
I, myself, am more of a sensual dominant. I am not as much into the
heavy stuff, but more of the mental. Do not get me wrong.. I enjoy
plenty of the physical aspects, but the mental is what turns my crank
the most. Watching the others journey and how they process each thing
is the yum factor for me. Drinking in that energy, that release as if
it were a high priced wine... swirling it around the glass, holding it
to the light, taking a small sip at first, rolling it about the tongue,
feeling the way it goes down and tingles within your belly. Then.. the
deeper sip and how it bubbles within your veins, lightens your head,
shatters through you.
It is divine to me.
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This lifestyle is an interesting thing. An animal that lives and breathes inside of each one of us, claims us, twists us in some of the most delightful little contortions. I adore it. Sometimes I giggle to myself and think it is a lot like a build-a-bear store. Each goes in and says... "I want the bear, light brown... let me see.. a little more stuffing, no no too much, good perfect. I want it to have this, and that, and this, and that and... aaahh perfect!" We take our little treasure home. The trick is to look around and to try and find others with bears that match yours as close as possible. Looking at everyone's "oohh thats cute, but.... doesnt really match, far too different. Oh, that one is REALLY cute. What is that?!" Perhaps see something that you didn't know was an option and get curious yourself? I think I have my bear just the way I want it.... but i have been looking for others to match. It takes a while, but luckily I like looking around. What kind of bear do you have? If you see that mine is really close to yours... msg. Lets see if our bears would like to play. ;) (Hey... its 6 am.. what do you expect..lol)
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I have been away from the net for a while with computer issues. I have returned. Good or bad, that is where it stands. I have deleted ALL correspondences between myself and others. If you are truly interested.... you will need to begin again. If you are not then please do not bother to msg again. I do not have time for the clutter within my world.
I also am going to update a few things here and now:
1. No smokers. If you smoke... quit.
2. Drinking is allowed, please make sure it is sparse. No alcoholics.
3. No emo kids. If you take medication for mental sanity... DONT STOP TAKING IT.
4. No S.A.M.s If I choose to play with you physically, it will not be from punishment, it will be for my pleasure and my pleasure alone.
5. You must have a stable source of income. I do not care if you are on SSD, if you are well off financially with no need for a 40 hr/wk job, or what you do for a living.... you have to be able to pay your bills and have some left over. I will not EVER support you financially.
6. Have the basic understanding that my style of Dominance is not limited to the bedroom. It simply is what I want, when I want, how I want, and in any way that I want. If I choose to speak with you for 3 years on line and on line only before meeting you.. so be it. If I want to meet you tomorrow... so be it.
7. Asking.. is fine, winning isnt. Ever. I do not find pouting cute. Don't try it.
8. I am not a cut and paste waste of time. Do not cut and paste to me the same tired hello that you send to every chick with a cap name on here. It is rude. No one should ever be cut and pasted crap. Stand out, show your personality, make me want to reply to you. Not to a cut and paste wonder... but YOU.
I understand that this entry sounds harsh. You should see some of the pathetic, cry baby, whinny, immature messages that I have gotten.
I would like my return to be enjoyable. Please assist in making it so.
:)
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I want (a writing)
The mood is set in the flickering of the candles. Scratching the long wooden match against the course square beneath the box. Sulfur zings to
life in the tiniest of sparks.
Slowly you can see the softness of my face, hair framing it in tender
touchable curls of auburn. The glow that rises within my eyes like a
slightly distorted mirror as each wick is lit.
Tell me what do you feel when you hear the deep slow beats of the
music, when the light begins to blossom around the room, when you
notice the gloss carefully painted over my full lips that catch the
flickering light.
What runs through your mind when the smooth butterscotch tone of my
voice slices through the room, demanding your stillness, your silence,
your attention?
I see the breath catch in your chest. Your breasts lift from their
place as the twinge of excitement and fear hold them captive. If I
listened closely I am sure I could hear the beating of your heart and
feel the rush of your blood racing through your veins, carrying each
sensation to every hidden cell of your being.
What does the velvet of the blindfold feel like as it presses against
your flesh coaxing your eyes to close as you hear the fabric run
through fingertips, pulling the ends together, and tying it securely.
The weight of the knot pulling at your hair.
What does the feel of my knife do to your insides and to your mind when
the coldness touches your back? When it scrapes across your shoulder?
When you feel the sharpness of the tip trail a little line through the
sea of pores and tiny lines present there?
Can you feel the pain tugging at your soul - gently at first? Do you secretly wish for it to continue?
When you feel the soft heat of my flesh pressing against that of your
own; the contrasting roughness of my nipples playing with the raw
manipulated lines; what echoes inside your skull? What thoughts rise
and tumble in there?
What urges or reactions do you suppress as my arms wrap around your
waist, dip between your thighs pushing your body to lay more soundly
against mine. What aches surge through you as my nails scrape roughly
and quickly form your inner to your outer thighs?
Do you feel the eruption inside of your throat as my hand lifts and
yanks at your hair, as my teeth dive into your neck, as I suck hard and
full of heated need?
Can you feel what surges though me, my prey? My delightful, precious, loved little play thing.
I want your knees to collapse from beneath your body. I want to scrape
every inch of your flesh with my knife, my nails, my teeth. I want to
lick at the places that offer tiny little droplets of blood and torture
the soft folds of your treasures.
I ache to make you surrender wholly from the physical and watch you
give into the rape of your mind. For you to allow and even beg for me
to continue, to push beyond every limit you once enclosed yourself in
and simply release your everything to my wills.
To taste of, have, and awaken places that you has not even begun to
dream of yet. Then to teach you my art, to show you my mastery, to
share all of my secrets.
You have to give as I take, offer as I rip it away form you, and trust where I give you no reason to do so.
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Please do not send me friend requests unless we have actually talked.
Thank you
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I am getting a LOT of msgs from submissive males that list all of the things they want, hope, and dream of that a Dominant can do for them and/or to them.
Excuse me?
I am not here to serve you. You are here to serve me or go away. It really is that simple.
If you please me well enough I might think about rewarding you. But honestly, all the rest of that bullshit means NOTHING to me.
Most of the people that claim they are submissive are just bottoms that want to negotiate for a scene. Not here for a Female led relationship.
For those that have forgotten their place, you will not get a reply msg, you might as well not even bother to msg to begin with.
For those that desire to serve... please, by all means.. I will love to hear from you.
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I am not sure what I will be using this space for yet. Not sure at all.
It will be a work under construction, as the rest of my life is. I will
post some of my writings here. All kinds of subjects and from many
different angles and head spaces. Some inspired from movies, dreams,
music, situations of friends, and many of my own thoughts... carelessly
splashed against that space where you are a great exhibitionist and the
world is your voyeur. I may even post some conversations that I have
with people.. not to worry, only the names of the guilty will be edited
out. -smiles-
To give fair warning: I dont care if you agree
with me or not. I dont care if there are spelling errors or grammatical
errors. I dont care if you follow what I write, or not. This is my
space, to do with as I please. If you do not have anything nice to
say.. do not say it. It really is that simple.
Until you know me well enough to worship me properly,
Trin
(I am only half teasing.. -smirks-)
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