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| I am Lady Quill. I am a Dominatrix. the following poem exemplifies one of the types of play that I enjoy. I do not give my permission to copy any of my writing.
The Spider
To endure my strong legs
That I wrap around
My victim, as a spider does its prey,
I climb the web
Reaching their upper back
With my legs
And sweeping them down.
I connect to them in flesh as
We have already done
In mere writing.
I breathe in my victim's scent
And mark them with
Mine as I take
My long hair across their very soul.
I meld with their quickened
Pulse and desires,
Their hopes,
Their strength and weakness,
Dreaming in the ethers
With the power of being
Fully awake.
I connect with their humanity
And their animal-insect nature.
I growl in their ear-
A deep, guttural beast,
And pull their heads back
With my hands tangled in their hair.
Biting them,
I expose their vulnerability
And my own.
Tasting of their flesh, I Twist
My body into theirs
In the serpentine sport
Of my play.
In the convoluted
Acrobatics of
My own sensual bliss,
I make sadistic love to humanity....
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It started with my asking her Master's permission to play with his slave, to which he agreed and smiled. The session began with her being tied to a rigged door which was leaned up against the wall. No one else in the room was playing except she and I, leaving us to the watchful audience of her Master and several other friends who all sat on chairs or on the couch around us. Her hands and feet were bound and she was nude except for a beautiful pair of transparent frilled red panties.
I began by rubbing her body with my hands. She has perfect, smooth, and flawless skin, with a softness that I could get lost in. I rubbed my hair up and down the length of her body, marking her with my scent. It was incredibly erotic. I pressed the length of my body up against her back and breathed on her lovely neck and shoulders, breathing in her scent combined with mine. My hand reached up to play with her hair as I was breathing on her neck and then I grabbed her hair and pulled her head toward me and then I kissed her neck, giving her little bites to warm her up for a harder bite. I felt her melting into the harder bite and heard her breathing quicken as she gasped and moaned in a half whisper. As I pulled back, I saw goosebumps along her arms and body.
I began with light hand spanking across her back and backside to warm her up. I used a suede flogger to warm her up even more. I lightly moved the next flogger across her back, letting her feel the sensation of the cool metal before I used it on her. Every once in a while I'd stop and check in with her. At one point, as I bit her neck, my hand went up to her's and she held my hand. It was incredibly sweet and intimate. It felt like she was physically approving of what I was doing.
I went close behind her, I took my dragon tail whip and brought it full length up the pantied crack of her ass. As I did this, she moved her ass in response, backing into the whip and wanting more. I stepped to her left side and rubbed my leather boot up her legs and to her backside. I whispered in her ear and told her to ask her master if she could have more. She said, "Master, may I please have more?" He replied by asking her if that was how she was supposed to make a request. After she requested correctly, and he consented, our play continued. I found their exchange very erotic and was honored that he allowed me use her to play with.
I tickled her with the end of the whip and then I went a bit harder, using just the end and maybe a foot of it. I struck harder using it much like a short whip for a time. I folded it in half and used it like a thuddy flogger. I played some time this way and got lost in the rhythm of the feeling and sound of the strikes. I stepped back and lightly whipped her at first, allowing her tolerance to build to the point of much harder strokes.
Our play ended, and following the aftercare, she curled up on the floor at her Master's feet as he sat in his chair. She found comfort there by his feet. Feeling cared for and protected. It was an incredibly hot session and I thanked her and her Master for the amazing experience. |
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I was writing with a friend today and thinking about something he said about thigh muscles being the strongest muscles in our body. It reminded me of something that happened and I went down memory lane......
Thigh muscle power is delicious. I dated a guy in my early twenties who was six feet four inches tall, and a big huge guy. He weighed around 250-275 lbs. He treated me like his helpless and stupid little lady for a few weeks until I grew tired of it. I wrestled him playing on the floor one day. I told him I bet him he would cry Uncle and he took me up on the challenge. I attacked him with all I had. He ended up having my hands pinned on the floor and I relaxed my struggle until he did. Laughing, I told him to kiss me and he did. He let go of my hands and I wrapped them around his neck. I opened my legs under him. At this point in the relationship, we had not had sex. I'm sure he was thinking about getting lucky with my legs opening as they did. Sometimes it doesn't pay to think.
I put my legs around his rib cage, and in the middle of what he thought was a passionate embrace and kiss, I locked my ankles around him. I softly told him, "Do you remember why we are on the floor? Do you remember that I told you that I was going to make you say 'uncle' so you know who the boss really is?" He laughed because he thought he had already won pinning me down. It was a beautiful sound to hear his laugh turn into a gargled grunt as I began to squeeze. He struggled to keep his humor about him and I joked with him, knowing that with every breath, I could squeeze tighter. He refused to submit. I told him that this was his last chance to say uncle. He refused.
I gave him plenty of chances to relinquish his power, but he didn't obey and he didn't submit. I gave him one last big squeeze. I heard them and felt them break as I squeezed. It sounded like a series of muffled pops as his ribs broke. I told him very sternly, "Now say 'uncle' damnit," and finally he did as he was gasping for air and moaning in pain.
The emergency room visit was interesting. When he was asked how it happened, he said he fell down some stairs. The doctor gave me a little smile and a wink. I think he knew what had happened. After our trip to the emergency room, and the doctor taping up his ribs, and telling him to take it easy for a few weeks, I took him back home. That night was the first time I had sex with him and it was amazing. I took complete control as all movement hurt him. I controlled the bedroom for the rest of the relationship as it was just our custom from the beginning. It hurt him to breathe for months afterwards and each time he complained, I'd poke him in the ribs and ask him who the boss was! He was my loyal puppy for two years after the rib breaking. When he'd get big on me, I'd just poke him in his ribs and remind him ;-)
By the way, I'd never do this now so don't get the idea that I go around breaking people's ribs, and ribs can actually puncture lungs=death=prison time, yikes! I was in my early twenties and didn't know any better! |
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BDSM Test Results:
== Results from http://bdsmtest.org/ ==
100% Bondage Giver
100% Degradation Giver
100% Dominant
100% Experimentalist
100% Master/Mistress
100% Sadist
97% Primal (Predator)
88% Daddy/Mommy
74% Primal (Prey)
65% Brat Tamer
54% Non-monogamist
46% Voyeur
33% Exhibitionist
20% Brat
20% Masochist
16% Submissive
16% Vanilla
11% Pervert
0% All-Rounder
0% Bondage Receiver
0% Degradation Receiver
0% Girl/Boy
0% Slave
0% Switch |
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I love the mental and psychological aspect of bdsm. It is one of my favorite things about it. The following is an example of mental play.
This is a story about a personal friend of mine with whom I play. She is a love, and a wonderful SAM. No one understands that she is a submissive or even why she is a submissive. People have even argued with her about it because she is an alpha female, as if this lifestyle were not about the freedom to have one's own kink. The first time I met her I could feel her power enter the room. She subs because it is a personal challenge to her in terms of how much she can do and how much she can take.
Her Master gave her to me for the night to play. She is extremely physically strong and well trained to fight. She is at least six feet tall. I am 5ft 6in tall. Her Master happened to mention in passing that her punishment is to write sentences, which she absolutely hates with a passion. She loves, loves, loves pain. Pain is always her reward for good behavior.
The beginning of the session involved a game that we play, she and I. I tickled her and she tried not to laugh. I tickled her harder and she was biting her lip not to laugh. So I decided to do a little standup. I can immitate many different accents. I imitated the old British cooking show lady, Julia Childs. I said in an obnoxious, overly accentuated British accent, "We need a bit of LOL to stir in the pot of this extraordinary bondage scene, yes, that's the only missing ingredient in order to make this dish complete, a bit of LOL." I almost had her and could see her crack. Then I used famous movie lines and fucked them up to include the acronym LOL: I put on my best Spanish accent and imitated Tony Montana from Scarface. "First jew get the LOL, den jew get de power, den jew win de game!" Still so close, but not yet. She was going to crack if I had to juggle with my feet doing a handstand! All the while tickling her I said these things to her. I became Scarlett O'hara from Gone With the Wind and said, "As God is my witness, I will never LOL again!" I put my hand up to my forehead in extreme Blue Blood southern melodrama when I said this, and she finally cracked and laughed hysterically and uncontrollably! I had gotten my LOL.
But wait, for a limited time only, and just because you are reading this, I shall tell you the rest of the story! She was pissed. She was so mad because I made her laugh, and she was trying so incredibly hard not to. She never ever loses so she became an extreme SAM and insulted me, "You mother fucker," she called out to me as I was walking away to give her the reward she wanted, which was pain. I stopped in my tracks and smiled a loving, sadistic smile, and, yes, I can pull off that oxymoron as I am an embodiment of it!
I turned around and went to her. I slowly walked right next to where she was standing on the cross, not bound, by the way. I climbed the cross and stroked her hair and sighed and even giggled at my beautiful Amazonian SAM. I told her that I knew she was bigger than me and much better trained than me to fight. I told her that she could take me down in an instant physically and completely kick my ever loving ass. I told her how easily she could win in a physical confrontation with me because of my size and because of her amazing training. I verbally built her up and then I said, "that wasn't very nice of you to say, my love. I will give you a chance to self correct if you wish." She continued glaring at me because of her defeat and because I had built her up and myself down in the process of telling her that she could kick my ass if she wanted to and she would win hands down.
I then explained to my dear friend, "If you don't behave and decide not to play nice, I am going to tell your Master that if he were to get an old fashioned quill pen and ink in an old fashioned pot, your sentence writing punishment at home, you know, the one you detest, will become a living Hell!" Her eyes got as big as plates. She said she would be nice. Then I gave her the reward she wanted and did some impact play. She was a perfect angel for the rest of the night. |
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