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Nobody here but you chickens! Where is that line from? Actually I think it is "Nobody here but us chickens." A cartoon, maybe? Hey, all you chickens out there viewing our profile - say hello. Maybe you get tons of emails, that's what I've heard. We have almost no chance of getting to know each other unless you say hello. So don't be one of the chickens - send us a message!

Anais Nin quote:

"I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don't mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding."

Still looking for a real sub-girl for "BDSM lite". Are u real, then just say hello!

Hey, Friends, who's going to be the brave one? What's on your mind today? What do you crave today, what kind of naughty thoughts are in your head? What are you searching for? I've got a serious need to spank a girl today. I'm firm as necessary.

From our Fantasy Treasure Chest....

You are a college student come into my office to discuss the low grade on your paper. You are full of yourself, sure that somehow I didn't understand the quality of your work. I listen for a while, not saying much. Then I ask you a few pointed questions. You answer confidently, aggressively. Then I ask you a few more questions, and your confidence begins to waver; it seems your command of the subject is lacking.

I call in my assistant. She is a slender, but curvy woman, dressed in a white blouse, pencil skirt, stockings and heels. I ask her to look a reference up for me. She glances over at you with a knowing glance, and then leaves.

I turn back to you, and tell you that I was disappointed in your paper. It was superficial and didn't show adequate research. You jumped to conclusions that weren't justified. You are defensive, won't admit you rushed the paper. I shake my head. "You know," I tell you, "I've seen many students, and I know what you are."
"What do you mean?" you ask.
"You rushed your paper, and thought you could come in here with your short skirt and tight shirt, and fake your way through this, that I was going to change your grade. But in spite of your education, and the way you act, I know you, because I'm met many girls like you. It's unmistakable. I think you botched this paper on purpose."
Now you are flustered. "I don't know what you mean?"
"Don't you?" I ask. "Is that why you always sit in the front of the class, and cross and uncross your legs?"
You stand up, "This is not appropriate" you stammer.
"Sit down" I say forcefully. You comply, very unwillingly.
"So now, you are going to get what you want...not a higher grade, though. It is going to be what you really want. Put your hands out in front of you."
"Why?" you ask fearfully.
I just look at you with a withering stare. Almost involuntarily, your hands come up.
"Good" I say. I open a drawer in my desk and take out a short rope. I begin to bind your hands together.
"What are you doing?" you ask.
"From now on, you will talk when I tell you to, slut. Do you understand?"
You nod your head submissively. After I finish binding your hands, I ask, "Do you know what I wondered when you came in today?" You shake your head. I continue, "I wondered what kind of panties you had on under your short skirt. Maybe you only have a thong on. Who knows? I like to wonder that because I like to fuck girls like you with their panties still on."
Your eyes get big, "But..." you stammer.
"Quiet" I command. "You are going to have to learn a lesson about talking back. Stand up and put your hands on top of my desk." You do as you are told.
I open a drawer from my desk and pull out a riding crop. "Now," I say, running the crop slowly up the inside of you leg, just barely lifting your skirt higher, "this is what happens when you talk back." I strike your ass with the crop. You jump, and let out a very faint cry. "Now you are going to pretend you didn't like that, I understand, what would people think? But you have to remember, now one can see or hear you in here....except..."
I call in my assistant. "Liz-Ann, this student needs some tutoring."
My assistant glances at you, hands bound and bending over my desk, "Not another one?" she asks.
"Yes," I respond, "this one has been needing it for quite some time. She finally agreed today."
You turn your head sharply, "I didn't-" you begin, but I cut you off.
"Quiet" I admonish, "I already warned you about that." I take the crop and begin to trace the inside of your thighs with it. Then, I strike your ass with it. Then I lift your skirt higher with the crop, until I can see your panties. Almost imperceptibly, I run the tip of the crop between your legs, you let out an involuntary moan. "You see," I remind you, "I know what you are." Then without warning, just when you are relaxing and starting to enjoy the sensation, I pull back the crop and strike you between the legs.
"Oh God," you gasp, and you look at me with wide eyes, shocked and amazed....
"Liz-Ann" I say, "Prepare her." My assistant walks over to you, and spreads your legs more. Then she hikes up your skirt all the way. You have been turning your head, lifting your hands off the desk. She plants your hands and forearms firmly against the desk, forcing you to bend over it completely. "That is how you need to stay," I command you. "Now prepare me" I tell Liz-Ann. She loosens my belt and unzips my pants. I come up behind you, begin to forcefully rub against you. I grab your hair and arch your head back, then.....