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ME:
I am a Strong-minded Woman with Physical Endurance, Sexual Demands, Dominant Commands, Desires to objectify submissives
I am real, so don't disrespect, insult or understimate me! I am a Goddess, treat me like one or suffer my sharp tongue -- and not my whip!
NOT ME:
I am not easy, patient, nor do I give second chances -- so get it right the first time!
Don't think I am like any Domme you have met before -- I have high standards, so only serious submissives should approach ME!
And who would you be...?
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MOM is WOW upside down! I am not a mother but a Matirarch who births ideas that have lives of thier own.
The miracle of life is a power within every woman, and so is the key to sexual empowerment! Choices and rules become the strengths for future generations of females! Motherhood...the ultimate Goddesses have my respects, adoration and thanks! Enjoy your day... you deserve so much more! |
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She wanted to know what made him tick and toc; so she opened him up and pried inside. Poking and tinkering, making adjustments... made him run like a well-oiled machine. She smiled as his hands moved slowly. Looking at his face, she could see it was time. |
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"Just because I am silly does not mean I am stupid!" Spit Mz Red Riding Hood to the Big Bad Wolf. She promtly collared and leashed the dog, pulling him behind her to follow like a whiny mut. "Good puppy!" Mz Red was pleased. |
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Respect her enough to show her your strong qualities!
Worship her like the Goddess she is in your eyes.
Be chaste in praise and spirit, then she will never have a reason to doubt your submission.
Appreciate the inspiration of love! |
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I thought I was dreaming...
He woke with Her standing over him, his chain leash in her hand. “Wake up, you lazy piece of fuck meat!” She yelled, hitting the side of Her hip with her favorite whip and cuss words. Started, he tried to scramble to his feet. Unfortunately, She already orchestrated Her body origami and had him in bondage. He couldn’t move his arms or legs and blinked up at Her as She put a mask over his face. “This isn’t going to hurt a bit… it’s going to hurt a lot!” She promised.
Then I realized he was dreaming... o~D |
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Itsy bitsy spied her and crawled along the floor. She didnt see him stalking and slammed him in the door. Beaten by a woman felt good inside and out, the worthless bug even liked to hear her scream and shout. But she ultimately squished his useless existance under her boot heel. Did he really think he deserved to follow her -- get real!
o~Domme Poetry in motion, so watch the slamming door! |
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A reason... To complete power exchange there must be a reason for him to believe that I can control his manhood. I can give several reasons. Chastity is like sex for an artist like me that craves to sculpt him with control. The surrender and sacrifice of such a pleasurable past time is a show of devotion beyond attraction. The cherished submission is intensely erotic.
The climax for such denial is accumulative over days, sometimes weeks under my watchful, delighted eyes! Giving him a reason to trust, a reason to beg, a reason to promise, a reason to cry. I hold the key.
On the edge I will tie him and give him many reason to believe I am strong. Feeling my strength but knowing he is safe with the knowlege I possess! Forcing him to the edge, just in time to stop. Stop for me and I will give you a reason! Always kept on the edge lends to a sexual conditioning much like Stockholms Syndrome. Of course I share the same obsession and will have keys rusting around my neck in my coffin.
A submissive must be strong to love a Domme...
SUB TIP: Don't think negatively about Women in charge, we are insanely in love with you , and rightfully so proven to be mad!
And we have a reason... There are lots more!
o~D |
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I want what I want!
I want submission on display for my inspection, exposed for full disclosure and use!
I want control of every muscle, mentally fucking, twisting and physically forcing!
I want devotion verbalized in My name, whispered on his lips, echoed in his mind, screamed in agony, in distress... but from what?
o~D |
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Dear Domme Diary,
There is a dark obsession in my mind, but I don't mind! Are you on my mind?
There are many unmovable onjects in my way. They tower above me, casting a dark shadow on my face -- but I thrive in the darkness.
I will overcome because I'm a tuff cookie that does not crumble -- maybe softened in milk!
My thoughts eat me up from the inside, thinking of dominating sweet submissives!
I can be consumed...
I may look good to eat, but don't touch me!
Drool and desrie...
I want you to ache for my pleasure, then deny you-- as it should be!
I can use the darkness to my advantage -- and make all those little bitches get on their knees-- where they belong!
o~D
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Dear Domme Diary,
My hands are filthy from touching him -- I had to -- he deserved it. The punishment was a classic ass spanking over my knee!
First I had to lock his clitty dick in a cage, for obvious useless reasons!
I said, you are my bad little bitch!
Bent over and sweaty from a proper beating... that is how I want you! Now please me so I can deny you some more!
Then I threw the key to his chastity device away! I always have to get my hands dirty!
Giggles & Grins,
o~D |
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| Age: 22 |
| Seattle,
Washington |
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