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dragging on the ground rubbing on the pavement, acid washing, using a rusty razor, trying to get the FREAK fucking magnet off!
the Male Dom (MasterFixer)
the Queen (theQueenBee)
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Now after a long awaited end, the Queendom has a calm throughout. The bells are silenced and a peaceful calm fogs the countryside. The halls fill with incense and sage, leading the senses into an erotic fantasy world of art, emotion, ...
Fixer's new gift
the world has changed and now we live in the desert. a beautiful place with the promise of rest.
The Master and The Queen :the entertaining is over and the emissaries have their new orders and destinations...
Stay tuned for all the latest fashions showing up at the emissary ball.
She paces in impatience, satiated by the Master's caressing touch. In the distance a gentle breeze stirs a bell,
A Tibetan prayer rug placed at the front of the throne for the many that will submit, pay homage, and visit.
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the cresent moon and the shadow darkness, bring the water sign to earth. Splashing tides of intuition, misting desert fauna. the fixer stands and searches for paths and traces of rabbit tracks and ... and ... the queen rest. the bell's haunting tones of agony feared, dreamy memories of tears and queers, moustached beauties and salad dressing. a chilly breeze with awaking reality pushing the tassels and moving the--- what did move the drape? only the shadows know what gray matter wrinkle. |
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Stars shoot across the queendom as knights cloak bells of desire. Fixersrabbit lays quiet and satiated as the magic garden grows. Walls fall exposing the emotion of truth, trust, the gentle breeze burying the fears, below gold dust with soft scent of moonglow lust. |
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the gentle breeze moves the leaves of injustice, leaving the soul exposed and vulnerable. fixer stretches and feels the soft warmth of the vel rabbit , breathing deep rapid breathes. her wonderment, her newly discovered excitement... the queen swoons in afterglow, cooing at fixer like the rock dove sing her song. the bell ring inaudible vibrations of bonding beauty, tears of wetness without the emotions become spots of remembrance.
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the magik garden grows wild and the queen works her energy into the lovely furrows of effort and time. fixer listens to the bells in the distance as his armor rust and fuses with the passing time. the queen summons her emissaries and nights linger with emotion. the plate of opportunity is set in front of the rabbit enticing morsels of attention and love gently imprints the triad.
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the Queen and fixer labor in the magic garden, rituals and ceremonies. the emissaries return bringing the new submissive into light. the rabbit spring forward and zigzags... only to find herself spellbound to fixer.
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standing in the magic garden relocated to the east Masterfixer look to the southeast and watches the rabbit's home. she waits in an impatient frenzy... fixer feels the stretch of the scar tissue, in her chamber the queen rest,persistent stretch of ...
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the bite of the cold is unbearable, the wind, the shaking of my arms and the spasms in my back... loud noises and falling sounds in the dark, painful moans and crys of distress fill the darkness. I squint I widen my eyes trying to see, to focus, but the light that glows in the far corner is somehow obscured from the area around me. Corner? I thought I was outside, in a field somewhere dark. clawing at my feet are hands that I recognize... hands of women i know, I recognize the screaming voices, the terror in their agonizing pain. Pulling at my hair I realize I have swallowed it and keep pulling it out of my throat like an endless rope, past gagging, past breathing in short breaths that never seem to reach my lungs. I open my eyes and there she is, sitting at the end of the bed reading a book. she looked as if she had been there for a long time... I look at her long legs, her face, her... it slowly gets dark... just dark, no noise, no sight, no feelings, just dark. |
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shallow mounds of earth seeping blood, muddying the dirt making small pools of hardening coagulation. a gagging sensation, a sharp cramp like pain in the groin, pulling, gasping, grabbing, darkness opens my eyes to a new terror. A calm fayent breath audibly calms my own. The overwhelming need to be petted and caressed, to know what love is, crying a river of sorrow. fixer sits up wonders if he was screaming out loud... the wind brings the sounds of distant bells... she sits close and holds his hand exchanging powers, testing his trust--- a knight speaks of sleepless moments in the waking dawn of desires, and innuendos of Freudian fantasy.
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Deep sleep, the sound of lulling screams of women and men nailed like tents, through skin stretched and torn,quiet open mouths in anguish.. with no sound, just ...open...I push against caressing hands and tear at the stakes pinning me down.Opening my eyes wide an endless cleavage, a fayent moan of desire surging from the waking lines of sharpi...Sunday morning fixer sits in silence with Mistress chloe...
"Ah, MasterFixer, as always I am yours! I checked out the female.
Interesting. I will give her my thoughts. I have to say THANK YOU for
my new piercing. Totally transfixed by it. I can not wait to decorate
it. I am currently contemplating your suggestion on corsets, I will
design a new style for them. For now, I am fixing to jump on top of you
for a good morning tussle."
The queen
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dragging on the ground rubbing on the pavement, acid washing, using a rusty razor, trying to get the FREAK fucking magnet off!
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Fixer sits in the magic garden for the shortest time before the buzzing and chirping, jumping, crawling sounds of the earth overwhelm his thoughts of the Queen's newest piercing. jumbled thoughts of tasks, orders, and responsibilities pierce the ringing in his ears. tears well up, a stinging emotion of .... the knights report on the progress, trusted ones listen as the orders of demand are belted. subtledifferences bring fixer to reality and the Queen's love blankets masterfixer... standing, looking at his heart, fixer's armor glows in magical strength.
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the bells ring to the east the subtledifferences of the tones entice Masterfixer. he stares into the knight and caresses the Queen with loving leather lashes. thinking of the subtledifferences, wondering, fantasizing wanting, fixer sits,mymymy.
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the wound the pain the trust
silky soft razor sharp
the tongues of bells that ring in the dark desires of ...
a shift in the dark the silence broken. the knight chases the submissive, Fixer and the Queen two souls two stars two hearts
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the feeling of the ropes
the lash of the whips
the tightness of the clamps
the piercing of the needle
the pain
four drops of sacrifice
exquisite rush
beautiful results
Thank You MasterFixer
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thinking about the queen, my hang ups, my insecurities, my my my, deep sigh... wants, needs, desires, I don't feel well... thinking, rotting, stinking... fixer sitts in the magic garden and prays to an unseen Goddess, (voices in the darkness)...
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As the shadows move across the landscape, Fixer drags his armor, dropping to his knees. A quiet calm settles in the kingdom of bells. Fixer stands and looks into the future...
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Looking at the tools, the the ropes, the bed, one more day one more night. Fixer takes a deep breath. the momentum of the swinging action, the slapping glutimus, it must be spring. in the distant a bell rings... summon the nights of pain, and secure the caresses. |
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Time has passed and his amor tarnished. Dusty leather my mind else where. the secret garden tilled and quietly awaits the seeding ceremony. Fixer awaits a quiet peace in the distant... and in another corner of reality sleep is lost and uncertainty questions reality. Echos of knights and Bells, and walking... |
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Shadows cast new light, and twist the already tangled emotions. Fixer feels the armor pinch, and tighten as the emotional bleeding slows, coagulating, smelling of sychological rotting, healing... in the distance, a bell softly chimes. His knights wait for the time of day to rest the sleep. |
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the sounds in the Queendom's circle is loud and celebrating, Sarcastically funny. Fixer stretchs and sighs a deep longing breath of wanting desire.
In the secret garden in paradise emotional tension wraps around the self strangling catalitic synopsis.
Fixer patiently wait for his Queen to return. |
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The castle is quiet and the bells put in their special places. All the emissaries sent home and back on their quest. The sunsets and the shadows invite the evening festivities to start. Now in the dusk of the day the innocent retreat to their shelters and the darkness creeps through the alleys exposing lustful souls and desperate natures. In the throne, the Queen sits amongst her beauties and comforts. In his den the master rest… |
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Fixer walks through the Secret Garden following the dry paths of once flowed wettness. His body shakes as his energy plummets, the weight of the armor bears down on him making him remember his place. wilted hopes cast shadows of truth on the brittle songs of joy. Raising his head, the endless horizon gives him the vision of what has come to be in the Queendom's undulating terrian. He breathes in deep the air of reality and shrugs off the fantasy. |
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Adaptation and assimilation of the leashed Kanines brought to the Queendom to meet the Mistress Chloe.
Thriving garden growing hopes and joyous fullfillments flowering throughout the heart. A lingering cloud of cyinical thoughts darkens the horizon filling the brightness with contrasting shadows and values.
The bells must be silenced! an order for more nights armed with mallets of affection, arrows of empowerment and fireballs of passion.
The Queen paints as Fixer calms the equestrian slaves with his intuitive connections to the mother earth and to the father sky. |
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griping his weapon from the blade, fixer tightly holds it to his heart. sitting on the edge he quietly looks over the Queendom, looking searching bleeding. a single tear wells up, he swallows hard and slowly walks to the secret garden where seeds of hope, joy, and trust have been tilled into the earth. long shadows stretch towards the darkness. |
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The silks are spread and new roads and paths of trust and knowledge are carefully marked. Spoken words damaged armor, tears and rest patience the spell. |
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Power and adaptation, exchange and bond, submission seeps into the floor a slippery truth. Grasping fears and insecurities by the roots and planting trust in the earth of the soul. Her Queendom grows and the MasterFixer gains with hidden seeds of promises and joy. the gathering for the training for her collar begins a venture in fantasy and darkness. |
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fixer stands quiet amidst the bruises and wounds, the queen rights his mind and gifts his soul. clearing his sights and adjusting to the new power fixer fills his lungs with life giving air. His shadow stretched across the street into the field past the edge... |
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Microscopic droplets of body oils and scents trapped in time and leather. The cutting of the air the soft landing of love and affection on tender skin so warm. Global warming rises the glaciers and oceans, lowering blood pressure and exstatic yearnings. The bells ring in the distance and the Knights and Days ready for another venture in the conquest of the Bells. |
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Looking around at the left overs, broken, wet, turned inside out dicarded on the floor(stepped on). A quiet calm ripple of water, a dog barking in the distance.
A gentle breeze pushes the curtian chases fantasy dust across the halls, into his lair. There.... in the darkness, next to the nowhere lost in tomorrow. |
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| Age: 41 |
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