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MakeMeYours16
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DOMINANT FEMALE
I am not a SWITCH nor should you be............
I am not seeking a CD or a tranny, or BISEXUAL......
Married, owned or looking for a play partner.....LOOK ELSEWHERE...........
I AM SEEKING A SLAVE FOR DOMESTIC, AND PERSONAL SERVICE
email dawna560@ gmail.com
I seek an alpha male..very masculine....but my bitch inside the home. I prefer males that are intelligent, non arrogant, non-toppers from the bottom. Im trying to make this as easy a read as possible............
Seeking LTO, (Long Term Ownership) house slave (live in slave)
This long term ownership WILL NOT HAPPEN OVERNIGHT........OBVIOUSLY.....
MOST OF US LIVE IN A VANILLA WORLD, UNFORTUNATELY
Seeking a houseboy/housegirl to start with.
You must believe in TPE and Female Supremacy and strict rules
I promise a gradual journey to an eventual Live In/Ownership situation
Can not smoke, take drugs, or drink
(will consider a person with some medical conditions)
Relationship must lead to a live in position.......
Must embrace a controlled life with prolonged periods of chastity
I have a sadist side and enjoy humilation, degradation, objecificatiion
Must love service activities..such as cooking, cleaning, personal services
Ive been described as: Im more than the sum of my parts. Funny, sexy and wickedly sadistic at times.
Im asked all the time: "What exactly do you seek....and my response is:
It takes strength and courage to really submit ones will and desires to the wants, wishes and whims of the other person. I seek a slave who's love is neverending
who's devotion is deeper than the ocean. I prefer young than me..... Masculine, alpha to outside works, but totally my bitch when behind closed doors...
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Pet peeve.....people with empty profiles....so frustratingly,and down right annoying..... |
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If you care to chat...I can be reached at Google hangouts dawna560. ..... |
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I know it has been awhile since writing anything...life goes on regards, of our feelings or wants. I am still missing that vital part off me that isfulfilling...I ache inside....yearning, wanting, desiring to mark the flesh and lick the tears away... |
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Just a little advice for all the subs/slaves who are looking to be owned or played with....
1. BE OPEN AND HONEST ABOUT WHO OR WHAT YOU ARE
2. IF YOU SEND ME AN EMAIL EXPRESSING INTEREST IN MY PROFILE OR BECOMING MY HOUSEBOY, EXPECT ME TO ASK YOU MANY
MANY
MANY
QUESTONS......
PERSONAL QUESTIONS MIGHT BE: DO YOU DRINK, SMOKE OR TAKE DRUGS?
HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? HOW MANY TIMES AND WHY DID THEY END? DO YOU HAVE CHILDREN? HOW OLD ARE THEY? DO THEY LIVE WITH YOU? WHAT DO YOU CONSIDE TO BE YOUR BEST ASSET? AND YOUR WORST BAD HABIT? WHEN WAS YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? WAS IT SET IN THE D/S WORLD? IF YOU DID HOW LONG DID IT LAST AND WHY DID IT END? HINT, HINT, HINT, I HAVE TO ASK QUESTIONS IN ORDER TO GET ACQUAINTED WITH YOU
IF YOU CAN'T ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS AND MORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRE, DON'T WASTE MY PRECIOUS TIME........................................ |
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In Search of Genuine Houseboy/girl/tran
Perfect opportunity for a novice sub, or slave to get his/her feet wet.
Must be reliable and able to work weekends, or late afternoons.
I offer strict protocol and discipline, humilation and true slavery conditions in which to thrive and flourish. Must be proficient in household duties, or a quick learner.
Cleaning, and simple house maintenance will be on your agenda for days you are available to serve a superior female dominant.
Position could possibly lead to live in situation. dawna560YM |
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Swollen, blood shot and wet his once, deep as the ocean blue eyes were from all the tears that spilled forward. Slowly streaming down his cheeks, wet and salty they tasted. His suspended body was lean, his cock hard as cement, with the additonal help of a viagra, I slipped in his drink.
The bouncers didn't stop me as I guided the tall, lean male specimen to the car. It took all my energy just to keep him in the upright position. He staggered and fumbled around, all the while babbling something like, "Im not who you think I am....your wrong about me......please don't make me your bitch.....I just kept telling him, "Don't worry it wont hurt tooo much, your body will get use to the pain......
I unlocked the car and guided him, my arm under his shoulder and around his neck...slowly, but surely we made it to the open door. I rested his heavy, muscular body against the car, his head fell back and onto the roof of the car, as I wedged my body between the open door and his body to ensure he would make it inside the car before people started getting suspicious.
There he stood, unconcious, head back and drool leaking out from the side of his open mouth onto the hood of the car. I needed him consciuos....so what better way to wake him up....than bitch slapping him. The pain hit him like ice cold water, first shock set in...then anger. But I was prepared........His eyes open in a flash as he struggled to focus on me........First, "who are you, and why am I getting in your", the second slap to the face occurred, this time no need to focus, he knew who I was, and what his fate would be that night..........
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Drool had begun pooling at my feet from the insertion of the rubber ball gag. His hands were tied, tightly behind his back and his eyes widened in disbelief as I began to stretch out the latex gloves, I produced from behind my back. Slowly separating the edges of the glove and putting my right hand in...the latex immediately clung heavily to my fingers. Slowly, I pushed each finger into the slots, until my entire hand was outstretch, and pointed at his pathetic face. Pointing at him, saying......Here little piggie, come to Mistress....he wobbled toward me on his knees, slipping in his own spit...I let go of the edge of the glove as it made a loud smacking sound as it hit my flesh. I did the same process with the left handed glove. Ahhhhhhh the feel of latex, confining, secure, sensuous, and seductive. I turned and walked away from him for a moment. The clicking of my boots against the hard wood floors made his heart race, Im sure as I entered the kitchen. I slid open the drawer, shuffled through all the knives, finally I found what I was looking for. I took the sharpest, steak knife and the sharpening device with me as I exited the kitchen. Slowly I walked toward him, his eyes never blinking nor left my sight. I taunted him as I strolled toward him, giggling and laughing at what was about to be taken from him...... |
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The cold, darkness of the day lingers on my skin, as I get into my car and head home. The leaves bursting with autumn colors...brillantly bright reds, pumpkin, orange colored leaves cascading down upon my car as I speed along the freeway, Checking my mail box before headed down the slippery wet pavement of my long, curvy driveway. As I put the car in park, and begin to exit the car, the door is opened from the outside. His head is down as he takes my purse and briefcase from me. I walk past him toward the front door. He is behind, head down, quiet, and attentive to my will. He briskly passes me and opens the front door, head down. I enter and sit on the stairs that lead to the main part of the house. Now on his knees in front of me, I slowly lift my leg, and motion him to take the boots off. Holding my leg in midair, he unzips the side of the right boot, slowing, embracing this moment, as he begins to fondle the leather beneath his touch. A deep breath escapes his lips, as the boot is pulled off the foot, revealing a stocking clad foot. The toes are bursting with color and freshly pedicured. The stocking foot is moist with sweat. He instintiively opens his mouth as wide as he can, and places his hands behind his back. I shove my foot into his eager mouth, as his eyes roll back into his pathetic skull. He struggles for air and his footing as I push him back against the door. Foot still in his mouth, I grind it deeper and deeper into his throast as he gasps for air. "That will teach you, dick face for molesting my prescious leather boot.....I pull my foot from his mouth, and motion him to assume the position, on all fours. He does so immediatley, ... |
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My domme daughter and I are going to be running the 5K Susan Komen cure for cancer, on Oct 3 2010. All slaves interested in donating money...for a worthwhile cause would like to donate to my run would be greatly appreciated...and could earn you some time spent with this woman of quality...www.komenmd.org/2010/lisavariz www.komenmd.org/2010/donnacameron website ....so plz give generously if you believe in Female Supremacy and our fight to find a cure for breast cancer.
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He was securely chained to the ceiling of her bedroom. Poised on his tip toes, and his arms were stretched as far as he could reach. Gumbee comes to mind....LOL He felt like a rubberband about to be snapped. The ball gag had been in for a couple of hours and his salvia had mixed with his tears and the fluid was dripped down his chest and on to his deflated tiny pathetic pecker.....He could hear her moving around downstairs,...pouring her morning coffee was his job...but instead he hung, useless, and pathetic, chained to her ceiling..her thoughts of him were non existent...It was driving him mad with desire to see her again, his pathetic pecker, was now hard and dripping pre cum.....as he continued to hang from her ceiling.....He began to swing his body in her direction, the noise of the tighting, twirling chain, caught her attention........."What are you doing up there? She yelled in his direction...."I can hear you...trying to get away perhaps"...she said, Hmmmm that isn't very good...I will have to put an end to that", her wicked laughter filled his hollow mind and sent shivers up his spine.....If only he could see her sexy smile, warm beautiful eyes..and hear her wicked laughter...The images ate away at him for the rest of the day..... Then in the heat of the afternoon sun...he could hear her footsteps as she mounted the stairs....one at a time, the clatter of her stilletos making that fearful noise....higher and higher, getting closer and closer....then suddenly the door flung open and there she stood...with a glass of water in one hand and the other tightly closed......."Now, now, my precious little man....take the water and pills and lets see what happens...? She said to him...Looking down at her he muttered thru the ball gag......"saying"What are they? Mistress?She reached up and slapped his wet, disgusting cheek.....hard...so very hard, it made her thirst for more...... |
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Standing, naked in front of her for inspection, the prospective slave
trembling with fear and anticipation. His eyes cast in a downward
fashion...arms high above his head, as if reaching for the stars. Here
he was once again standing on his tiptoes in her 5" stilleto heels,
with papercups upside down beheath the heels of both shoes. "Don't you
let those whimpy arms fall..my little cunt", she screamed at him...eye
to eye, he dare not take another breath. "Better have strong leg
muscles bitch, because if you crush these papercups...there will be
hell to pay? The flogger came crashing down on his swelling head and
shaft... .....She stepped back behind him and began to paced back and
forward with each stride he could her the flogger being smacked against
her open palm..her scent so overwhelming that he caught himself trying
to turn his head and breath in a whif of her perfume. ...He slowly took
a deep breath in, swallowed deeply and hope for the best. Sweet
surrender he thought, and for just that moment he was in her
world..safe and secure, knowing that she would be the only focus in his
life..forever. This truely was where he belonged ...enslaved by her
beauty lingering in her soft and cruel measures, but still needing her
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Waking to her early morning alarm wasn't something she liked doing and
now she was fully aware that it was only the start of another week at
work. Frustrated and anxious, she swung her legs off the side of the
bed and lazily stretched her arms up and let out a huge sigh. Reaching
up to the side lamp and pulling down on the cord illuminated the once
pitch dark dwellings. "Now,
where is my little cunt, she spoke ever so softly, peeking around the
dresser she could see
he was curled up in a ball, laying on one side of the cage deep in
sleep..."Ahhh there he is...sound asleep, just the way she liked him,
she thought to herself, at least he is quiet when he sleeps"..his sweet
ass cheek was partially hanging between the bars of the cage as she
bend down and started to stroke his skin ever so softly....he stirred
from his slumber and tried to focus on his new surroundings...startled
and scared he attempted to sit up and suddenly crashed his head into
the bars...he yelped in pain and grabbed his head, checking to see if
he was bleeding...and slowly looking around ...he could see she was now
perched on the top of the cage with her legs wide open and invited him
to open his mouth and say "AHHHHHHH. He complied immediately and
anxiously proclaimed, "My only job in life is to be your toilet, my
Mistress"...."I will be the best toilet you have ever had...and you
will be proud to have me as your piss pot"....She let out a wicked
laugh that sent shivers up his spine and gasping for breath.... there
he laid, with a massive erection and his mouth wide open...eyes staring
straight into her face..her eyes were as intense as her mood, and she
began to piss straight into his mouth....as quickly as she had started
to piss into his mouth, she stopped. He began to fear he had displeased
her, and began to speak....she began to piss again, only this time all
over his body, starting at his head and moving down his entire body.
The piss was warm and golden in color, splashing forward all over his
massive erection, the warmth from her was more than he could
handle...Oh, please my most beautiful Mistress, my so deserving
Mistress, "Please Mistress, may I lick the nectar from your beautiful
pussy...Oh please, I beg of you..........let me be your toilet paper.... |
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My domme daughter and I are going to be running the 5K Susan Komen cure for cancer, on Oct 3 2010. All slaves interested in donating money...for a worthwhile cause would like to donate to my run would be greatly appreciated...and could earn you some time spent with this woman of quality...www.komenmd.org/2010/lisavariz this is my daughters website ....so plz give generously if you believe in Female Supremacy and our fight to find a cure for breast cancer.
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re apply all slaves interested in serving a superior woman this week...
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Seems I have a block of time available ....for a lucky slave 2-9 July.....this might be someones lucky week.....
fulfill your destiny.....with a true Domme.....a weeks worth of pain/pleasure and true service to a Woman set in reality and of Quality. |
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It was a rainy blistery day, as the plane taxied down the runaway. I could feel the tires beneath me rumbling along the bumpy road and the exceleration of the engine made my heart race and my dick pulsate. All i could think about was how long the flight was going to be, and why in Gods name did I agree to a weeks visit under her cane, crop and diabolical mind. I still remember the first time we chatted online....even from the beginning she seemed to instill fear, so deeply within my soul that it seemed to be my destiny to meet and serve her...she was like a flame and I the moth. Her strict protocol and no nonsense attitude attracted me to her instantly. Her profile, right up my alley....she a sadist, I the masochist....seems a match made in heaven..or would it be my hell................................ |
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The soft, fluffy snowflakes were coming down at a steady pace, as he began to shovel HER long, curvy driveway. he had offered his services to HER in the hopes that SHE would grant him the privilege of licking HER boots after his chores were completed to HER satisfaction. he had been admiring HER profile for the longest time, often pleasuring himself several times a day with the thought of HER sexy legs and face always fresh in his mind. he knew he was well beneath Her status and his only glimpse at ever getting HER attention was to offer free service...he noticed that SHE had viewed his profile ......... |
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The rain was a constant reminder that he wasn't at home, safe, and snug in his bed. The rain a comfort at times, especially when she had used her bullwhip on his delicate flesh. The cool, soothing, misty rain caressing his welted body was a relief and other times...the hard, quick pace of the droplets were ruthless and uncaring. His arms and legs stretched to their capacity, were aching to be released, but she would have none of that.... The only time his right arm would be released was at feeding time....She would come down from the house, with a feed bucket, which was filled with the waste of the day... he was then permitted to eat whatever was in the bucket, of course it was always based on a time restriction. If his performance was to her liking that day, then he was permitted to eat longer...and if his service was unsatisfactory, well, then, he wasn't allowed food or water for the day. |
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 Naked, with precum, glissing on his plump head, she had him chained down, to the cold wooden floor beneath her. Her legs were long, lean, strong and flexible. She wore 5" spiked black leather, thigh high boots, black satin gloves and her beautiful pussy was right above his slutty mouth....She crouched down over him, tauting him as she squatted even deeper, now only an inch from his boyish face. He tried to reach her, with his lips....he could smell her alluring scent as he pleaded and begged to taste her sweet pussy. She would only slap his face over and over again, everytime he attempted to speak out. The tears were visible, and this seemed to excite her even more. This time instead of slapping his face, she snatched his hard, tiny dick and pulled it in an upward motion. He's yelping mositen her pussy even more, as he watched in horror, seeing the lower part of his body being pulled up off the floor by his small dick, he dug he's heels deeply into the wooden floor in an attempt to lessen the pain. Her long black satin gloved fingers, where the only good feelings he had......but the pain was so horrible.....that good thought left his mind quickly....
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If you find my profile alluring, intriguing and just plain fabulous...and want to contact me...ENSURE YOU HAVE A PIC ATTACHED AND A PROFILE THAT IS COMPLETELY FILLED OUT...AND THAT INCLUDES MORE THAN A LIST OF LIKES AND DISLIKES.....otherwise your email will end up in the dismall, black hole of junk mail..... |
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The things males are willing to do, just for a little attention is amazing.....LOL
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He rushed to the front door to open it, as her pace quickened. Head down and arm extended out to ensure the door would not hit her, he couldn't help but be intrigued with what were on her feet. They engulfed her sweetly, scented delicate feet. Black and leather, thigh high boots, with buckles that extended widely across the toe section and all the way up to her ivory skinned thighs. The tip and the heel were made of steel and there was a zipper on the outer part of each boot, making it easily for her to slip her feet into them. The silk hosiery she wore on her feet, Im sure, felt like heaven aganist her tired feet. The snugness she felts as her pointed silk covered toes desended into the boot. The feeling of leather becoming one with her skin was intoxicating. The 5" stellito heel was made of stainless steel and when she walked, the clatter of the heel against any surface would make every person that heard it, know she was a woman with power. Im sure she enjoyed wearing those to humilate her slaves as she trampled them. The sharp edges of the heels were especially wicked when she twisted them into a pathetic, worm like, slave boy's balls or nipples. The marks she left the last time together were incredible distinctive and lasted for days...and even weeks on some, Im sure....
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His skin was stretch so tight, it started to split instantly as she pressed the scalpel into his young skin. The bright, red blood sprayed across her face as she bent over him. Her laughter filled the vacant, dirty, rat invested compartment, as he laid there wondering what was going to happen to him. His breathing was shallow and rapid, his eyes were dialated and he was moaning and mumbling some jibberish. Annoyed at his inability to keep his urine from flowing freely, she grabbed his limp, pathetic worm, he called a dick and jerked it up, inserting a curve chastity device on it and snapped a padlock in place. He watched in horror as she giggled and opened her mouth, and placed the key on her hot tongue. Her long blonde hair was wet and sweat was glissing on her ivory skin, her sexy piercing blue eyes were full of life. Closing her eyes, raised her chin to the ceiling, she placed her hand on her throat, and stroked it in a downward motion as she swallowed hard and deep. Her sharp, red fingernails, caressing her skin all the way down between her ample breasts....... the sparks were flying and his cock was starting to get hard and he knew this was the beginning of something remarkable. |
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The rain was coming down in buckets, hitting the hot, cracked earth and seeping instantly into it. The droplets were large and sloppy at first, then becoming a trenchial pour. The rain was cold and offered some relief to his exhausted body. It was difficult to stand for hours at a time on your toes, while your upper body was suspended from the ceiling of her shed in the backyard. The smell of 3 days of salty sweat and blood would soon be gone, and his Mistress should be thankful for that. As this would cut down the number of times she would have to water him down during the upcoming week. |
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His dick was hard and dripping with precum, its stringy texture, oozing from his pathetic hole...as she stroke it....he had no control over his body and soon his mind would follow....she would bring him just to the brink of cummming...then ease off...it was tortureous hell for him...He knew it was going to be hard being under her service...but the chastity belt was a little bit over the edge.....and now she had the only key....he was caught manipulating the locking device...and this is the punishment....contant and agonizing teasing......his teeth were clinched around the chain that was shoved into his mouth, after the clover clamps had been placed on his pierced nipples....he was to stand in place and not move a muscle.....quite impossible...when the floor beneath him was covered in tacks and he was standing on them.....his arms stretched above his head so taunt, with a rope his fingers were getting numb and tingly.... |
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His left eye was swollen shut and the tasted of blood was fresh, as he lifted his chin from his chest. The brightness of a new morning was breaking thru a crack in the shed door and the light woke him. Cobwebs were shining with the wetness of a new day, and the floor of the shed was covered in garbage. The moisture and smell of rotten food had attracted a large number of cockroaches, beetles and centipedes. They were feasting on the garbage as he stood there watching and listening for any signs of life outside this hell he was in. From the beginning of the relationship, she had made the rules clear, infractions would be dealt with harshly.
The last thing he remembered was looking at a very attractive slave girl who was serving drinks to all the guests at the party last night...but after that everything started to get fuzzy and he was certain he had disappointed her again. He knew the price he'd pay for looking at another female. His arms stretched up and out to either side of the shed ceiling and walls, held up by chains and eyehooks in the wall. The collar around his neck was tight and had been placed there the night of the party...but how long ago was that, and where exactly was he.... There wasn't much point in trying to struggle for his freedom...when he knew she would come get him....sooner or later...he just hoped it wasn't to late. |
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His face was distorted and in agony as her hand landed hard against his young firm ass for the 100th time and her laughter could be heard down the hall and into the dark, foggy night. Her hand was beginning to get tired from slapping his firm hard ass...and the red hotness from his flesh was making his erection harder by the minute. When she was done with him, she pushed him from her lap and he crashed onto the floor. She demanding he crawl into his cage for the night. When he wasn't moving fast enough she began kicking him from behind, square into his balls that were dangling freely....in an instant he rolled over, and into the wall......as he grabbed his ball and screamed in pain. Again, she laughed hysterically at first and then began screaming at him....Get up bitch and make it quick...fucking cunt face....she began kicking him in the side when he didn't respond quick enough for her liking...then she reached down and grabbed his shoulder length hair and yanked it as hard as she could.....a large portion of it was left in her hand as she continued her relentless torture..... |
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If you wish to communicate with me, ensure you have a LARGE, CLEAR, RECENT picture of yourself in the initial email.
I have plenty of pictures of myself for you to decide if I am of interest to you.....
So, don't be a dick...think with the brain GOD gave you before sending any emails....
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She opened her eyes...to total darkness and utter confusion....the last thing she remembered was taking a drink from a glass...and then...her mind drew a blank....she blinked her eyes closed hard, squincing them tight, then opened then as wide as she could, hoping that it would wake her from this dream...or perhap it was just a nightmare...In her mind she was trying to convice herself to wake....she frantically moved her eyes from side to side and opening them widely hoping they would adjust to the insanely black void that was now her world. Perhaps this was hell she remembered thinking. ..Trying to open her mouth instanly cause pain, because the duct tape was covering her mouth that stretched from one ear to the other..the tape was tangled and tore at her long beautiful hair, as she tried to move her head from side to side. Her eyes in a panic, her head unable to move, and her arms pinned behind her Her inability to move, speak, or do anything...was driving her mad...her heart pounding, almost as if it were going to explode, she tried to calm her breathing, but it only seemed to get quicker with each sound she heard. Even in the darkness she knew she was not alone.... |
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When she walked in, I knew she was the one for me...we had been in contact with each other for months. Her voice, her mind, her strict agenda and her sensual words made my dick stiff in an instant...and her evil giggle gave me instant goosebumps....she scanned the lobby, her sexy smile and sharp blue eyes made contact with me.....and I knew my journey of panic, frustration and constant chastity was only a matter of time..... |
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It seems some idiot male decided not to pay attention when he was driving and hit me in the rear end......after a nice ride to shock trama by helicopter and a horrible stay there I am at home with a concushin and cracked rib, right and left sprang wrist, whiplash, blackeye and ringing in my ears.....My car was demolished and here I sit in pain that can only be managed with percocet, flexeral, and advil for the horrible swelling....with all the males in the world.....who are so concentrated/focused on themselve seems they can't even drive without hitting someone in the back end.......
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I awaken to freezing cold water hitting me directly in my face...the shock of it make my body start to shake uncontrollable...and I began to wet myself.......she only laughed at me as I begged and pleaded with her for forgiveness,,,but this only seemed to piss her off....The sound of her 5" stellitos, clicking across the hardwood floor as she headed down the long hallway to her bedroom, gave my cock the realzation that he wasn't being controlled by me any longer ..even though I knew, the outcome of my bad behavior was to come...he seemed to be getting harder by the second. She was dressed in her usual gray, pin stripped suit with a silky, almost see thru top..underneath it, there she stood in the frame of the door, legs spread apart, hands on her hips..her breast were heaving out from the top of the lacy bra as I looked, my mouth opened and my eyes lingered and I began to fantasy about how full and soft they were the last time I was granted permission to touch them....and then it happened.....in an instant ...my cock...erupted and the cum shot across the room...landing directly on her shoe....she was laughing...her evil..horrible laugh.....it was echooing in my vacant mind....I need then, my ass would be aching with pain and welts would be my companion for at least a week...
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She would lower me into it every morning...I would spend all day, digging, and digging, and digging....then before night fall she would come home after a long day at work and lower a makeshift rope ladder for me to climb out of....then it was back in my cage.....shackled to the inside of it...filthy, dusty, and disgusting...she seemed to get such joy out of seeing me in this state...I could only wonder....what was I in for the rest of my life... |
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My mouth ached to be shut..and the drool was constantly draining from my mouth to the floor below me....pools of me...lie beneath me, as I swayed back and forth from the suspension device my Mistress had me tied to. A huge butt plug was inserted into my pathetic, whore ass as well as a chastity device that was so tight I swear I could feel my balls at the back of my throat...my long flowing hair was being pulled from my skull behind me to ensure my head would remain in an upward slant, even if I wanted to move......I just didn't have the strength to even care at this point....Time was no longer an issue, I'm sure no one was looking for me.....the only thing that was important was to convince her that she was ultimately in control and I was willing to comply with all her wishes.
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The sun was brutally hot and the sweat was pouring down my back...as I knelt in her weed infested garden pulling weeds that were so overgrown, I didn't know where to begin. I scanned the area and knew I would have to edge around every bit of the brick walkway and driveway. She had told me it would be a hard task and would test my durability and stamina. There she sat in her lounge chair, smoking a cigerate with a huge umbrella shading her from the hottest day on record. Another toyboy type slave boy was kneeling on the blistering hot deck giving her a pedicure....I could see he was feeling the affects of the heat also, as he rotated his weight from one leg to the other periodically to relieve the unforgiving heat on his flesh. He whimped about his legs cramped and the heat, and she just ignored his attempts at communicating with her. Another, quite young toyboy was at her side, fanning her entire body, starting at her feet and moving up toward her face every few minutes. Once at her face, he would present himself to her, on his knees, saying, Oh my lovely most desirable Mistress, I present my face to you as an ashtray, then he would open his mouth wide so she could dispose of her ashes into his mouth....then he would happily consume them...and continue his task of fanning her. Mistress, couldn't take the pedicure slaves insessive whimpering any longer......she calmly got up from her lounge chair and went to her black bag....In it she found her favorite instrument of pain....which consisted of hand braided extension cords which were fashioned to be use as a paddle. It weighted about 7lbs and when it hit the flesh...it was incredibly destructive, leaving welts and bruises instantly....and she loves it......As she turned back to the lounge chair the slave instantly stopped whimpering and pleaded with her to forgive him for his complaining...She wouldn't have it, again she calmly walked over to him and bent over and whispered in his ear...."I told you, fuck face, that if you complained this would be your destiny for the day...so, shut the fuck up...and present that ass to me".....the tears were streaming down his face as he turned around and placed his face and forearms on the blistering hot deck, his ass high in the air.....And she added, "to add insult to injury I am going to let...ass face, (she had such cute names for all of them...LOL), (her fanning slave) administer the punishment....and after that...my little sweet heart, Im going to let him fuck your ass with his hard, throbbing 10"dick.....while I take pictures to post on my website......Her laughter was wicked and once heard you'd never forget it..... |
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The welts and bruises were fresh, and I felt alive. Looking at the reflection in the mirror...made me hard and alert....instantly... I lingered at the mirror, my fingers touching the areas that hurt...probing them as if she was inside of me....awaking her, inside of me. I closed my eyes, and caressed my nipples, which were still tender and painful from last night......a slight moan came from my lips..and my erection, tented my slacks....my lips were still parted, dry and aching to release another moan as I imagined she was touching me..... when the bathroom door ....flung open and their stood a couple of my male co-workers....they stop instantly their chattering and were fixated on me...with my shirt up and my hands caressing the magnificent welts and bruises she had give to me as a reminder.....of things to come.
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Still seeking a live in slave....One who knows his destiny is at my feet....One who knows the sting of my whip is a prize and not punishment. One who knows the look of ownership starts when the slave has been broken of all his bad habits, and lives soley for her Mistresses needs and desires.
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Well, I am off on my cruise...see you all in the new year.....
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Comforted by the warm breeze, my body ached to be free from the contraption my Mistress had put me in. Her imagination was like nothing I had encountered before...her laughter was horribly haunting, yet captivating. Her eyes sparkled at my misery, and torture was always on her mind. My ass had welts, and bruises that would probably be visible for at least a week. I trembled, my body unable to control itself any longer....She had complete and utter control over me...and I was helpless to her demands. In the distance I could hear someone or something coming in my direction. Utter panic set in as I broke out in a clammy sweat.....I tried to listen harder, holding my breath so I could hear all outside noises, but all I heard was the pounding of my heart. I could hear a sweet voice off in the distance. Her voice was like magic to my ears....a smile appeared on my face, from ear to ear...and in an instant my panic turned to passion.....it was her, my Mistress she was coming to release me...and I was so excited...yet, a bit scared of what was to come next....
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She could feel something crawling up her leg, her body wanted to move, to shake the horrible little bug from advancing to her forced open....whorish mouth, but there wasn't anything she could do, as her Mistress had warned her....."One little peep out of that whorish mouth, and the beatings will begin again.....her Mistress knew all her little fears and was going to push the envelope once again. Until there was nothing in this world that she would fear or be unable to conquer. Another, something crawling....now up the other leg...they weren't just meandering up her leg...they seemed to be on a mission....advancing at a quick speed up her naked, vunerable flesh, She was exposed to the elements...and her nightmare had begun.
Her arms were over her head, tied in a magnificently, elaborate knot to the massive branch above her. The intricute webbing of the branches seemed to act as an umbrella of sorts, the outside world could not see her...but she was there. Hidden beneath this beautiful, wicked tree, at her mercy, her beautiful wicked mercy. Tied and helpless to the outside world. This weeping willow which stood in the Mistresses front yard...that so many of her former sub friends had told her about. Now, it was her turn to go beyond what she knew was one of her many fears....She was stretched so taunt that she was forced to stand on her tippy toes or she would be suspended by her arms..She realized that not only was her mouth forced open, gapping like a whore but her pussy and ass were also being held open by spreader bars that had metal spikes attached to it, so it was virtually impossible for her to close her holes even if she wanted to...She could feel something sticky..and sweet smelling all around my mouth...honey perhaps...Mistress had also put this sticky substance in her pussy area and her ass....and they too were being held open..against their will.....as she hung there...Mistress would reach inside this clear large mouth jar with tweezers and pick out a bug...Show it to her...identify it and place it on her body......laughing and giggling....her eyes began to water and the look on her face was of utter disbelief...and disgust. She continued to take all the disgusting bugs..out of the jar....."Now, my little whore, bitch, cunt....you will stay here..until I am satisfied you have paid for your whorish behavior last night......don't forget, if you can't remember the name of the insect and the placement of that insect on your body...you will spend more time on the tree, exposure to the element....and many more.......unpleasant insects, or perhaps some rodents....she laught hard and her beautiful blue eyes sparkled as she kissed me hard..her tongue invading what was hers, before she walked away and I was left alone once more.
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He opened his eyes to complete and utter darkness and had no idea where he was or for how long he would be there. He crawled around on all fours, as this was the only way to move about. The shackles were cutting into his flesh at the ankles, and the chain holding the two together were rusty and the inside edges were jagged. Trying to discover his location was going to be harder than he thought....He tried to indulge his scents, for this was the only tool he could freely utilize. Raising his chin in an upward motion while breathing in deeply, he tried to concentrate on all the different smells that invaded his memory....A strong ammonia smell penetrated first, followed by the stench of shit....the floor was of dirt, and he could hear the scurring of what he could only assume were rats or some other disgusting rodent.
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PET PEEVE#4- Please don't send me an email asking to serve and then the
next day delete your profile....because I haven't responded....if your
not ready to converse with someone then don't send the email...
IS IT REALLY THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND.....
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NEWS ALERT: if we meet and there is no chemistry....THERE'S NO CHEMISTRY...NO ONE'S FAULT REALLY....... JUST WASN'T MEANT TO BE......
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PET PEEVE #3: People who take their profile off CM after meeting you......LOL...as if I need to stalk anyone.......shaking my head because men are just pathetic, misfits......whom haven't a clue about themselves or others...
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My skin was raw from the branches of the tree scrapping again it...My wrists and forearms stretched to its capacity, as I lay tied against her huge weeping willow tree. After she had inserted her favorite red rubber ball gag.....in my once open hole...Drool was my constant friend...
she demanded I crawl to her magnificent weeping willow tree, as if I were her new puppy, .... I crawled, collared and leashed excited about my new adventure... the tree offered a canopy of seclusion from sight....I could see people passing in front of me...but no one knew I dwelled within its leafy, wall like texture...
No one knew I was tied to this magnificent tree, drooling, and waiting...and wondering if she will return....
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PET PEEVE #2: MARRIED OR ATTACHED INDIVIDUALS....OBVIOUSLY IF YOU ARE CONTACTING ME...YOU HAVEN'T READ MY PROFILE.....
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In my dark madness, she lingers.....her scent seductive and sexy, her movement is all around me...I am lost in time and motion is not a freedom I have any longer... she has taken what is rightfully hers...to possess and dominate. I am like a puppet on a string.....she speaks and I move, sometimes voluntarily....sometimes against my sanity....but still I am here...lost in her dark madness....now and forever.
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PET PEEVE #1: PROFILES THAT ARE VACANT
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did I also mention...I will not accept any circle of friends invitations.....so please don't ask...as I won't accept...if you want to correspond or have communications with me...just ask and I will make a decision.....in a timely manner...
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Men: the inferior gender....here to serve and obey the rules of the superiors wants and needs...
Men: useless, and unreliable, unless under the watchful eyes and direction of a Dominate soul...
Men: objects to humilate and abuse, torture and use, physically, emotionally and financially...
Men: pathetic and undeniable here to serve superior females..always
Men: on all fours, beneath us at all times...in private and public arenas
Men: the ones I find pleasure in abusing
Masochistic men: Yummy |
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There she stood.....at the top of the stairs....looking down at me...her hair was barely touching her shoulders...free flowing curls adorned her beautifully ivory skin , and her lips were the color of a crimson tides. She wore a long chocolate colored leather coat, it was opened and moving as her foot tapped the cold cement....tap tap tap.....as I stood there petrified..at the sight of her. She was indeed more beautiful and intimating than any picture that she had posted on CM. "Well are you going to stand there all night...my little bitch"....she laughed heartily..her voice bounced around the entire level of the subway. The hair on my neck stood straight up and I instantly got goosebumps....my dick was getting harder with each breath I took.....I remember trying to talk it away.....but it wouldn't hear of it.....I fumbled for the bag, and approached the stairs, ready to climb to my destiny. Her voice broke my concentration...."Stop, instantly..you stupid cunt... what were the simple instructions I gave you.....?? As I looked up to her, I stammered...Ahhhh, well ....pausing like an idiot.....my heart was racing and I could barely, control my bowels....excited, anxious, fearful, and omg insanely mistakenly stupid to have forgotten what she told me to do...
I tried to stall for time....I lowered my head and said, "My Mistress, your beauty has caught me off guard and my pee brain is vacant and void of any instructions you had given me...if you could find it in your heart to give me the slightest of hints, this bitch will eat your shit for a month....as his punishment..........She giggled and began to tap his boot heel even louder and more frightening than before..."I will not give you a hint my fuck face, for you are not worthy of it........I thought...to myself...to have come so far and now I can't remember her simple instructions....I was again trying to will a part of my body, that was temporarily disabled by her voice, actions, and appearance.
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The train bounced against the rails and came to a rough halt as it entered the tunnel. I heard my stop, over the loudspeaker....and started to gather my belongings up. A small suitcase, filled with minimal personal things, my laptop and my courage were the only things she allowed me to bring. The station was empty of people, and I felt stranded and vunerable as I stepped from the comfort and safety of the train cabin.....stepping softly onto the cold concrete I looked up and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and enjoying the misty rain, splash on my face...it was strangely comforting and I enjoy the tenderness it offered.
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Let me see how
tough you are....my little bitch....I said to him....only inches from
his tender young face, my gaze stern and long... my spit gazed his
entire face making him flinch every time I spoke. Laughter filled the
air, as I rose from a stoop....I led him around on all
fours, ball gag in, and 50 clothespins attached to his hard, pruned up
little balls ... I could see his erection was enormous and the precum
draining from his swollen head, was stringy and attaching itself to
his inner thigh. Every so often, I would make him stop and lick it
from
his thigh. Telling him how pathetic he was for not being able to
control
his cum....Pathetic little creature....His long flowing hair...was easy
to
pull toward me as I spread his virgin cheeks and fuck him with my
unlubricated 9" strap on..I loved invading his virgin ass....his cheeks
spread easily,
and his tears of pain mixed in with his moans made for a
wonderful evening.....
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AGAIN I ASK..PLZ DON'T CONTACT ME IF ALL YOU DO IS IMMEDIATELY CANCEL YOUR PROFILE AND RUN AWAY LIKE A PUSSY.....ONLY REAL LIFESTYLE PEOPLE NEED TO READ MY PROFILE......
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The tightness of his ball sack was overwhelming and I couldn't stop myself from racking my long, acrylic red fingernails across them....the skin danced beneath my nails as I pinched the already vunerable skin.....walking around to the front of him, his drooling open available mouth, ..his eyes tearing up, and the distorted noises coming from his open hole were animal like and disturbing......and I smiled.....looking down at him....licking my lips as I slowling approached his open hole mouth....placing my palm against his forehead and pushing it back so his hole was just beneath my mouth..........much like a pez dispenser.....LOL I spat into his hole, over and over again, he flinched, as my saliva sprayed over his pathetic face, but as instructed he kept his eyes open and available to me....."Your my fucking bitch tonight, cunt face", and I will fuck your virgin hole over and over until I grow tired....."fuck face crawl to my bag and get my cane, strapon and butt plug out......using only your teeth" .....I giggled with delight as I watched his swollen, purple balls sway...while he was crawling to the bag. An evil, wicked laugh escaped my lips.....as I remembered placing all of the mentioned items well hidden at the bottom of the bag. I then informed him he had only 5 mins to retreive the three items from the bag......Frantically..he began digging with his head into the bag, his ass in the air, bobbing up and down...his head in and out of the bag trying to keep it open to view and attempt to retrieve the items....
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I was offered a
job locally...not in the field of forensic science...but it looks like
I will take it. Still trying to find something, entry level in
forensic science, ideally a crime scene investigator would make my
day.....
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News Brief....The Duchess....has a unique opportunity to go to either Iraq or Afghanistan in the near future.
If I get this job I will be offline for at least 3 months to work in my
field (Forensic Science). New and exciting things will be
happening...and I can't wait........
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My time on CM has been interesting to say the least. I have met many people thru this venue, unfortunately none of them have been what I seek. Morons, wannabes in other countries, morons, bi men pretending to be straight, morons, idiots, morons, jerkoffs and just more morons.....
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The smoke that
she held deep in her lungs...slowly escaped...through her plump sexy
lips....Swirling around her hair and then drifting upward into the sky.
He watched it intensly .... then realized his misfortune for
telling The Duchess he had recently quit smoking. Kneeling on her hot,
hard deck...was alot harder than he thought it would be and his misery
was about to become more intense....She called her domme daughter to her side making her sit in the chair closest to him. Only inches from his face....blowing the discarded cancer fumes from her lungs into his face, he would occasionnaly flinch and close his eyes....still kneeling as straight as he could.....Im not sure which one was harder...the hot, hard wooden deck on his pathetic, cunt knees after an hour of kneeling or the constant reminder that he can't smoke during his time in their presence.....
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| Age: 30 |
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