Okay guys. Subs/slaves please go ahead and introduce yourselves.

I am looking for a male sub/slave with at least an 8" cock. If you got a little 3" winky you will be unable to satisfy me.  All the other details we can work with.

OBEDIENCE IS KEY!!

I don't expect blind obedience from someone who doesn’t know me.  BDSM and PTE require extreme trust and that’s only developed over time.  That being said, I am in need of a slave.

MAIN RESPONSBILITIES:
*ASSISTING YOUR DOMINANT QUEEN SO THAT SHE IS READY FOR WHATEVER HER DAY BRINGS.
*COOKING AND CLEANING THE ENTIRE HOUSE WIHTOUT COMPLAINT.

Outside of these main duties there will be smaller one.  I have an extremely high sexual drive (hence the 8") and you will be expected to perform nightly.

Never make a choice you are not willing to live with and follow through with.  However necessary the choice may be does not stop it from feeling like swalling broken glass.

You are not a knight in shining armor. You are a nerd in tin foil!

New book just released!!! It's available on amazon via kindle right now.  It will be available in paperback just before Christmas.

http://www.amazon.com/Nevelyn-Receives-Adventures-Lackland-ebook/dp/B006K5QWYM/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1323535181&sr=8-2

Just got home from O/our cruise to Jamaica and Cayman Islands.  Had a wonderful time and it was an awesome birthday gift.

I seem to be coming down with a cold and a tummy infection.  Boo!  On the plus side however i've begun writing one the steamiest scene in the Nevelyn series.  Nevelyn almost has a face as my sister continues to work on her portrait.  :) I'm very blessed my sister can draw things that only exist in my imagination.  I'm making character pages for all the "main" characters so each will have their own portrait, background and history... they will be people, not just characters in a book.

My lovely husband went out for breakfast this morning.  As I slept in curled up next to my puppy I realized quite some time had passed and I called him... where are you?  "It's a surprise honey, i'll be home soon."  So he did NOT come home with breakfast, but he did come home with 2 brand new laptops!  Hooray!  Finally I can emerge from the darkness of bedroom and spend my hours in the eco room writing.... and I love my eco room so much!

You see slaves... If you know the object of your worship wants or needs something, it will always benefit you to see She receives it!

Excerpt from The Adventures of Nevelyn Lackland "Nevelyn Receives a Gift" that is soon to be released.

        ...."In my softest most hypnotic voice I spoke to him: "I do not take unwilling slaves.  If you wish I will release you now and provide you with transportation anywhere in the world you want to go.  Decide now and take your freedom for yourself or give it to me.  I will not take your freedom by force; you must give it to me." Still stroking and teasing his rock hard cock and balls, I leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "But your freedom is not all I want. I want your heart, your mind, and your soul.  I want to be the center of your universe, your every single thought.  Do you choose slavery or freedom greekboy?"....

I really do love the journal aspect of this site even if 99.99% of the people here are fake or cyber only.  I'm able to look back at old posts and remember my adventures.  I'm terrible with time lines and deadlines.

My 2nd short story is ready to be published, I'm just waiting on the artwork.  Currently my sister is drawing the cover art.  She was almost finished until her cat barfed on it.  These books are edited and published, everything from start to finish with only kinksters all in my clan.  It's wonderfully fun to write stories loosely based on my life.  Each character is influenced by someone I know... While few are "spot on" replica's of their inspirations personality there are a few.  It is all a mix of my reality with my own erotic fantasy and imagination.  The scenes and situations are macabre manifestations o.  The short story that was just released was written over 7 years ago.  I've had so much adventure, seen and done so much just in those 7 years to spawn at least 6 books!

In time, perhaps the Nevelyn series will out sell the Sissy assignments, and perhaps one day a good bit of this fantasy may become real.  If it does not, I still have gained such satisfaction in the writing of these tales.  My mother always told me that one must live the width of ones life as well as the length of it in order to truly say their life was not wasted.  I have tried to always live the width of my life and savoring every drop of delight to be found.

Check out my newly published novelette "Submissive in a Zip Lock" available on amazon.

http://www.amazon.com/Submiisve-Zip-Lock-ebook/dp/B005TYS9S2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1318260539&sr=1-1

Make sure to leave me a good review!

My editors have informed me that I need to have a facebook page and email dedicated to my writing, reluctantly that is what i've just finished doing. So far my devious mind has proved as fertile on paper as in real life.  Maybe a bit more.  I am anxiously awaiting the return of two short stories in "The Adventures of Nevelyn" series from the editor.  I'd like to whip the editor until she finished but she is my sister in law and that would most likely really piss off my brother.  I'll be trying to work on the cover art this weekend even though i'll be at drum circle on Saturday night. I really wish I had a little notebook pc so that I could fall into my fantasy whenever I was just sitting around bored instead of only when I am home.  I will have to experiment with ink and paper one day to see if just everyday mundanestimuli spawns the story as well as the Lifestyle stimuli spawns these. 

I spent just a few hours chatting with a cute boy online and one of the most erotic shorts i've ever written just kind of fell out of my head onto the keyboard.  Usually all of my stories start out in my notebook in ink with scratches, lines and arrows all over before I move to the computer and actually see and write the story.  Today there was no paper needed and that was a refreshing change.  Quite a lot of people who contact me are either fake, stupid, or just lacking a fully functioning brain so I relish the small surprises.  The boy is most likely fake, but the conversation was stimulating enough to bear fruitful creation so I don't count the time lost.

As soon as the cycle of hurry up and wait is over and one of the Nevely shorts is ready i'll be posting the links on FB.  It's really a very exciting experience.

Once again I begin the search for my perfect domestic slave.  I have the perfect husband, a switch called Master Jesse.  We have a beautiful home and I have taken a couple students for Dominant training.

For all the straight single males reading... Unles you are comfortable sucking a man's cock on a daily basis and receiving anal sex then this is not for you.  Our slave must be able to have their sexual needs fulfilled by a male as well as enjoy providing sexual fulfillment to both Master and Domina.

If you are crazy, see zombies others dont, or any other of creepiness please keep looking. We have had bad experiences with psychopaths and schizophrenics in the past and would like to avoid that situation again.  I will be  publishing another short by the end of the week as well and hopefully creating a facebook author account. I long for a nice slave for household chores, and when i've turned myself on writing to come and relieve me manually and with toys.

We are going to be at the Drum circle this Saturday at The Orlando Brewing Company.  Come out for some good drummig, organic beer, and meet us in person.

We are very real and very serious.  We expect you to be as well.

Above Coblentz, where the Rhine flows through hills covered with vineyards,
there is a steep rock, around which many a legend has been woven -- the Lorelei Rock.
The boatman gazes up at its gigantic summit with awful reverence
when his boat glides over the waters at twilight.

Like chattering children the restless waves whisper round the rock,
telling wonderful tales of its doings.
Above on its gray head, the legend relates that a beautiful but false nymph,
clothed in white with a wreath of stars in her flowing hair,
used to sit and sing sweet songs, until a sad tragedy drove her forever away.

Long, long ago, when night in her dark garment descended from the hills,
and her silent comrade, the pale moon,
cast a silver bridge over the deep green steam, the soft voice of a woman was heard from the rock,
and a creature of divine beauty was seen on its summit.
Her raven locks flowed like a queenly mantle from her graceful shoulders,
covering her snow white raiment so that her tenderly-formed body appeared like a cloud of light.

Forgetting all else, he would steer towards her,
already dreaming of having reached her;
but the jealous waves would round his boat and at last dash him treacherously against the rocks.
The roaring waters of the Rhine would drown the cries of agony of the victim would never be seen again.

But the Siren to whom no one had ever approached,
continued every night to sing soft and low,
till darkness vanished in the first rays of light,
and the great star of day drove the gray mists from the valley.

Rui was a proud youth and the boldest warrior at the court of his father, the Portuguese Count.
He heard of this divine, enchanting creature,
and his heart burned with the desire to behold her.
Before having seen the water nymph,
he felt drawn to her by an irresistible power.
Under the pretence of hunting, he left the court,
and succeeded in getting an old sailor to row him to the rock.
Twilight was brooding over the valley of the Rhine when the boat approached the gigantic cliff;
the departing sun had long sunk below the mountains,
and now night was creeping on in silence;
the evening star was twinkling in the deep blue firmament.
Was it his protecting-angel who had placed it there as a warning to the deluded young man?

He gazed at it in rapture for some time,
until a low cry from the old man at his side interrupted him.
"The Lorelei!" whispered he, startled, "do you see her -- the enchantress?"
The only answer was a soft murmur which escaped from the youth.
With wide-open eyes he looked up and lo!, there she was.
Yes, this was she, this wonderful creature! A glorious picture in a dark frame.
Yes, that was her raven hair, and those were her flowing white garments.
She was hovering up above on the rocks combing her beautiful hair;
rays of light surrounded her graceful head, revealing her charms in spite of the night and the distance,
and as he gazed, her lips opened,
and a song thrilled through the silence,
soft and plaintive like the sweet notes of a nightingale on a still summer evening.
From her height she looked down into the hazy distance and cast at the youth
a rapturous look which ran down into his soul, thrilling his whole frame.
His eyes were fixed on the features of this celestial being where he read
the sweet story of love...Rocks, stream, glorious night, all melted into a mist before his eyes,
he saw nothing but the figure above, nothing but her radiant eyes.
The boat crept along, too slowly for him, he could no longer remain in it,
and if his ear did not deceive him,
this creature seemed to whisper his name with unutterable sweetness,
and calling to her, he dashed into the water.
A death-like cry echoed from the rocks...
and the waves sighed and washed over the unhappy youth's corpse.
The old boatman moaned and crossed himself, and as he did so,
lightning tore the clouds asunder, and the loud peal of thunder was heard over the mountains.
Then the waves whisperedgently below,
and again from the heights above, sad and dying away, sounded the Lorelei's song.

The sad news was soon brought to the Portuguese Count,
who was overpowered with grief and anger. He ordered the enchantress to be delivered up to him, dead or alive.
The next day a boat sailed down the Rhine, manned by four hardy bold warriors.
The leader looked up sternly at the great rocks which seemed to be smiling silently down at him.
He had asked permission to dash the diabolical seducer from the top of the rocks into the foaming whirlpool below,
where she would find a certain death,
and the Count had readily agreed to this plan of revenge.

The first shades of twilight were gliding softly over the mountains and hills.
The rock was surrounded by armed men, and leader,
followed by some daring comrades, was climbing up the side of the mountain,
the top of which was veiled in a golden mist,
which the men thought were the last rays of sunset.
It was a bright gleam of light enshrouding the nymph who appeared on the rocks,
dreamily combing her raven hair.
She then took a string of pearls from her bosom,
and with her slender white hand bound them round her forehead.
She cast a mocking glance at the threatening men approaching her.
"What are the weak sons of the earth seeking up here on the heights?" said she,
moving her rosy lips scornfully. "You sorceress!" cried the leader,
enraged, adding with a contemptuous smile, "You! We shall dash you down into the river below!"
An echoing laugh was heard over the mountain. "Oh! The Rhine will come himself to fetch me!" cried the Maiden.
Then, bending her lovely body over the precipice yawning below,
she tore the jewels from her forehead, hurling them triumphantly into the waters,
while in a low sweet voice she sang:
"Haste thee, haste thee, oh father dear! Send forth thy steeds from the waters clear.
I will ride with the waves and the wind!"

Then a storm burst forth, the Rhine rose, covering its banks with foam.
Two gigantic billows like snow-white steeds rose out of the depths,
and carried the nymph down into the rushing current.

The terrified messengers returned to the Count,
bringing him the tidings of this wonderful event.
Rui, whose body a chance wave had washed up on the banks of the river,
was deeply mourned throughout the country.

From this time forth, the Lorelei was never seen again.
Only when night sheds her dark shadow on the hills,
and the pale moon weaves a silver bridge over the deep green stream,
then the voice of a woman, soft and low, is heard echoing from the heights of the rocks. She is heard, singing to her lost love, her rui, calling for his return.

She believed in fate, that it hated Her. She believed in love, that it evaded Her. She believed in hope, but Her heart was vacant. Time ticked away Her years, pain left Her jaded. In desperation She cast Her magick for Her one true love, but when he came to Her his honor had already been taken. The darkness is Her comfort, Sadism Her dearest friend. Her heart burns for him, yet finds a futile end.  She does not fear the night, console is found in screaming delight. She does not fear death, Her nature is found upon His icy breath. The thing in life She dreads the most, a mindless submissive She's forced to host. If independent thought you can fulfill, please, step onto Her torture wheel. Only in darkness can She be found, shielding Herself from the ignorance that abounds.

I sat in the dark dungeon waiting for my slave to arrive. I lounged on the vacuum bed dressed in my vinyl dress and high heeled knee high boots. Smoking a cigarette and clicking the heels of my boots together. I looked around the room taking in the stock of toys and imagining with each one how I would work my lovely slave... We will start on the Cross I thought. When my slave arrived, she was wearing a cat suit, with a blue leather mini skirt and 6 inch spikes... and she had all her male parts tucked tightly away. I slowly slide the blindfold over her eyes, and whispered into her ear "you are such a beautiful slave, your going to enjoy this" and she responded in a heady tone, "Yes Mistress". I buckled the wrist shackles onto her wrists and then hooked them onto the chains of the cross, pulling tightly so she cannot move. "That’s not too tight is it?" I ask. "No Mistress it is perfect" she coos at me. I can hear the anticipation in her voice, as she struggles to keep the high pitch female tone I have forced her into. I don’t want to hear or see a man today. I spread her legs, place she ankle shackles and fasten them to the legs of the cross... my pussy starts to get wet in anticipation. I begin by cutting the cat suit off, ever so slowly... she knows not to move or she will be cut, and then I will be angry. The knife is so sharp that it easily parts the fibers of the fabric and it falls away exposing bare skin decorated with a few tattoos... my mouth waters as I imagine the taste of her cum... I think to myself, don’t rush, we have all night. I take out my hair brush and start to gently stroke the skin with the bristles. All over I stroke giving the prickling sensation... my slave begins to relax as she transfers all her will to me. I put down the brush and bring a rabbit skin, and again stroke her body with it. I look closely at her chest and can see the pace of her breathing beginning to quicken and I know she is becoming aroused. I put down the fur, and pick up the flogger, starting lightly, flogging her ass and shoulders, back and forth I go... very slowly increasing in intensity. She cries out "yes mistress" and I know she wants it harder now... but she must wait. The flogger is replaced in my hand by riding crop, and I smack her all over, her ass, shoulders, legs and feet. I walk around to her front and whip her pierced nipples, to her crotch knowing there is a cock tucked away. I take some weights and add them to her nipple rings. Then I start with the silk ties, slowly and lightly running them across her body... I come to her crotch, and I un-tuck that disgusting cock and balls. "What a filthy girl you are... you sissy slut you don’t need these" I say repulsed. I tie one silk tie around the base of her cock, and it becomes immediately erect... the next tie is firmly wrapped around the pathetic balls, and then, a hard tug. I hear her take in a quick breath. I then attach weights to the ties so that this cock and balls are stretched as far as they can go, and the look of pain crosses her face, yes that's it... that’s what I want... I being with the crop smacking this cock, and quickly lose interest with it. I pick up my whip and crack it in the air, mere inches from the side of her head, so she jumps with each crack, not knowing when she will be struck. Finally, I land a hard CRACK on her ass and she squeals in pain and delight. I continue whipping, sometimes making contact, sometimes she can only feel the air as the whip just misses. as I lay my whip down, I pick up the mini flog and flog the cock and balls, then, unable to take anymore, I place my mouth around the throbbing hard cock, and slowly start to suck. When I can feel the cum almost to the top I stop, slap the cock, slap the balls, pour ice cold water over them so they immediately go soft and then untie her...I loosened the chains on her legs first, checking the ankles for marks, and giving her a few moments to regain her balance. Then I unhooked the bonds from her wrists, and he fell limp against me and I lowered her onto the bench. “Here darling, drink this” I said and handed her some Gatorade to refresh her. I sat holding her in my arms for a while and when the wildness from the endorphin rush left her eyes I asked “are you ready to continue?” A smile broke her face “Yes Mistress!” she replied. I lead her to the Vacuum bed and sat her down. I replaced the blindfold and lowered her down between the plastic coverings. I covered her with the top, and made sure she was all inside. “Now lay spread eagle” I commanded and she immediately obeyed. I adjusted the air tube in her mouth and made sure she could breathe easily through it. I closed the sides of the bed, and turned on the vacuum. I heard her take in a sharp breath as the pressure of the vacuum settled across her body and I felt the heat fill my pussy. I checked the air tube again once the vacuum had finished and she was in the bed like a freezer pack of meat. Satisfied that her breathing was normal I walked out of her sight, to the front of the dungeon, opened and closed the door giving her the illusion that I had left her alone. I stood against the door out of sight, and stifled the laughs as she tried to move… and failed. After a few moments she calmed down and I went to the wall of toys and let my fingers run across the assortment of flogs, whips and crops. I selected my favorite Flog, and re-approached the bed. I started with medium flogs since I know the heavy plastic of the bed absorbed some of the shock of the lash. I didn’t want to leave her in the bed past 15 minutes so I kept a close eye on the time. I spent five minutes going from medium to very hard lashes, and could hear her breathing change with each one. I took the flogger back to the wall, picked up the riding crop and then spent the next five minutes beating her feet, legs, and chest. As I opened the bed, I could hear her breathing heavily as the weight from the suction was lifted. I pulled the plastic back and instructed her to not move. I returned with a soy candle, and began to pour the wax on her waiting body. I positioned the rings in her nipples to stand up straight and covered them with wax, then as I poured the Hot wax on her Cock I said “filthy girl with a nasty cock and balls, let me cover them so I don’t have to look, you disgusting slut” and I covered her naked cock and balls with the hot wax… her screams of delight ignited my passions yet again. She began to squirm and I slapped her face “I said don’t move you dirty little slut, don’t do it again” Her face flushed from the slap, but she stopped trying to move. After she was completely covered in the soy wax everywhere but on the bottoms of her feet I took the backside of the hairbrush and struck her hard on the bottom of each foot “remember, I said don’t move!” and gave each foot another good swat. Once the wax had dried, I put down the brush, Removed her blindfold and picked up my Field Knife, and reminded her again to not move “don’t even flinch a single muscle or you will be cut to the bone” I slide the sharp edge of the blade under the wax on his chest and started to cut and pull it off. I cut around the nipples but left the wax holding the nipples and ring erect. I began very gently to cut the wax from her cock and balls, cutting it into chunks; I ripped the wax off taking any remaining hairs with it. Her screams of pain quickened my heart beat; my pussy so swollen with anticipation was aching. After the fun and painful process of removing all the wax from her genitals, I returned to her nipples. I took a good grasp of the rings with the nipple clamps and pulled up hard… another scream! When it had separated, and I pulled it off, taking all the surrounding nipple hair with it. Once she was cleaned of all wax, I began stroking her body with the knife; the only movement was the heaving of her chest. Finally, I sat her up again, led her to the bench, and gave her more to drink.

After I’d given her a few moments to regain her composure I spoke softly into her ear “such a good slave, you did wonderfully. First time in the bed and you took it all like a champ, but now its time for you to please your Mistress” A light came to her eyes at the last part. She got up off the bench, and began to lick my clit; I threw my head back in ecstasy. “Yes that it, lick my pussy you dirty whore! Put your finger in my pussy while you lick my clit.” As her thick fingers slid into my aching pussy my hips instinctively raised and gyrated against her hand. As I felt orgasm closing in on me I cried out “ faster, put it in my ass now” as she continued to suck my clit and finger my pussy I felt her small finger go into my ass at exactly the moment I was taken over by Orgasm. After I’d regained my composure from the whole body Orgasm, I check my slave again to make sure she was okay and ready for the next task. I led her to the spanking station, and chained her down... her hands all the way down the front, just loose enough to be able to lift her head, and her legs open and chained at the ankle and mid calf. I began with the peacock feather, tickling and tracing it lightly across her willing body. Again, I took the hair brush, bristle sides, and scratched her body with it... her skin covered in goose pimples and she whimpered a little... I placed her blindfold back over her eyes, and proceeded. After she was shivering, I took the fur and rubbed her down again with the fur. I made sure the blindfold was good and tight. I then stepped outside the dungeon for my Assistant to come in. He is a very well built, tall and thick man, with a HUGE cock. He followed me silently into the room. She still lay on the spanking bench, apparently thinking I’d just left the room and returned alone. I went back to the bench and started with the Flog on her ass, whipping it pink... I then switched to my paddle, and I paddled her ass until tears streamed down her face. "Very good slave, you have done well today, Shall I reward you" I asked in a smooth sultry tone. "Whatever you wish is my will Mistress" she choked out between the sobs. I began to kiss her back, neck and caress her body, working my way down to her ass... "Open your mouth slave and suck!" I commanded as my assistant rounded the front of the table and stuck his abnormally large cock into her mouth... "Suck it until you have a mouthful and you better not spill a drop" I waited for a few moments until she was deep into her mouth being fucked... I put on the strap-on and lubricated it, and then I spread her ass cheeks and lubricated the hole. I stepped up between her legs on the spanking bench and slowly slid in "don’t stop sucking you dirty slut!" and I began to fuck her ass harder and harder... I could hear the whimpers as she struggled to continue to suck this huge cock while her ass was being fucked. I saw the look on my assistants face as he was Cumming... "SWALLOW IT ALL!" I yelled! and she did, every last drop. I stopped fucking her ass and traded places with my assistant. As he lubed up to start fucking her ass, I stroked her face, and told her how well she had done, but that now it was time to lick my cock clean and put it in her mouth, as she was licking and sucking the dildo, the assistant, well lubricated, shoved his huge cock into her ass... she yelped in pleasurable pain, stopping her cleaning only for a moment, and then greedily took the strap-on back into her mouth. After several minutes I could see her body start to shake, and knew she was close to orgasm. I took the strap on off, slid under the spanking station and took her hard cock into my mouth and began to suck while my assistant was still fucking her ass... Just as my assistant made the Animal cry that let me know he was orgasming, she came inside my mouth. It was hot, wet and filled me with pleasure and pride. After her body had stopped shaking from the double orgasm, I untied her, and had my assistant lay her gently upon the bed in the corner. I dismissed the assistant, and lay beside my lovely slave, stroking her skin, holding and caressing her. "You did well today slave. You have pleased your Mistress". I held her in my arms as the endorphin rush slowly slipped away, and she drifted into sleep.