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The harder you work to drive me away the further you prostrate yourself. It is not a slave’s decision to dictate when I must go—its only job is to empower me to do so.

After you saw me for the first time during the day, you wrote a message telling me how beautiful my hair and skin are under the sunlight. I recall you gazing entranced by the sunray gleaming through my eyes. My skin glows, my hair reflects the sun, and I come in a stream of shimmering diamonds when you allow me to love myself through your eyes.

You dug the deepest, sowed your seeds in my fertile soul, then reaped the sweetest and ripest harvest you'll ever know.

He said he loves me so much that he wants to eat ALL of me, and so he began with my backbone.

There's just something about the discrepancies between your words and the truth.

I suppose self-control is one of the most appealing masculine features, please develop it.

I appreciate attention to my feet. Beyond that you'd have to be mine to know just how much I do.

I'm not interested in your fraudulent storylines; it's the underlying narratives I want to know about.

A Beautiful Facade - am I the only one who can see it?

You'd read what I really want to tell you by watching my eyes as you taste my lips. You'd understand my meaning by feeling the warmth rise up from my skin. And you'd realize by the dance of my hips and the pause in my breath that all I really want is you closer. I need you inside.

At least you were successful in one of your goals--frustrating me.

Summer rain, thunderstorms, train rides--they all affect me the way you do. I get hot, tempestuous, intense, and wet. I hope you're standing at the platform when I arrive. I want you waiting and ready for my next ride.

You thought you could get away with that. Hahaha! You underestimated me, maestro. I will never succumb to your games even if I must travel to a different continent to play defense.

You know how fantastic you feel when you empower a woman and make her feel incredibly beautiful, able, desirable, and wanting of you? How do you feel when you quash the same woman? Your pattern...so predictable.

You are free to do whatever or whomever you wish, when you are older and wiser you will realize your true freedom begins at my feet, washes over you in my folds and is secured eight inches deep inside of me.

My body stays fresh, ripe, plumped with sweetness ready for you to open your mouth just the way I told you I like it. I want you to hold it there until you render me completely.

You present broad shoulders, attuned hands, and a strong back~with each thrust you make me wetter, but my wetness is rarely an indication of my satisfaction, is it? The most fundamental of my desires is what leads to my fulfillment. Security? Ha! No money, words of no value, an unreliable body~ security is just a fantasy. It's your invaluable passionate devotion that occupies me and has me burning feverishly for you day in and day out, year after year. That is just the beginning of my fulfillment as your serene, radiant and smiling woman.

Come to your Goddess. Once you lay with me all of those worries will spill into a warm puddle beneath us.

In the end, I will have been the only one worth suffering for. And you the last.

At 4 a.m. while under a verbal deluge of criticism, retarded? Sure. I will hand you that. Now, how retarded would my hand seem across your cheek if you said the same to my face?

Lying here without relief after 2 1/2 days straight of 'Leg Days' wishing for kisses on my lower back and fingers sinking into my hams.

I understand your desire. I will trespass the walls of your fortress so you do not have to voice your secrets. Besides, I already know them. You will learn me and what it takes to make me drench in lust and sated in peace. You will make me want to exhaust you again and again beyond your last gasp begging for more.

Earn my wetness.

"4/17/15 8:40 PM you must have hundreds of slaves; you want the soul of a man, so that you may own him. I can see why men serve you. Who could resist your beautiful body? It is enough to make a man go mad, or to worship your body nonstop..." He digs his soul into me and possesses mine. It is fervently maddening and quintessentially divine!

Hmm, there is a remarkable trend in the messages I have been receiving the past two weeks. Let's just get it out in the air. There seems to be a sudden interest in long-term committed FLRs. I wonder if it has to do with tax season and paying taxes as a single man. More likely it is psychopaths on the prowl attempting to tell a girl what he thinks she wants to hear.

I wish I had texted that night to tell you I want to meet with you so when we talk words would not come between us. I will climb onto your lap, hold your ears in my hands and your tongue in my mouth to assure words do not interfere with our understanding.

To you and you and you and you: You know whether or not you wrote something offensive. I do not become offended easily. It seems you do though. To assume that the lack of an immediate reply is something you caused is usually viewed as an insecurity. I think differently. You are actually confident in believing you have the power to influence how I feel. Don't worry; you don't. You were given a chance to create attraction. You didn't. Honestly though, don't feel slighted. Apparently you do not realize how arduous tending to my inbox is. I wish you had managed to capture my attention and that maybe one day you could have the power to influence how I feel, then the rest of my inbox would be insignificant and those other messages would no longer hold the same value as yours meanwhile risking the same possibility of no reply and I would not have to be concerned with appearing impolite or offensive by omitting a customary reply.

You will get through this so I may always call you Superman, only you will be bigger and stronger and I shall reflect every bit of your fortitude.

I am in the City for now. You might catch a glimpse--the statuesque girl, long ponytail, rouged lips, boots and gloves, a pinned gardenia, and a faraway look in her eyes. If our eyes happen to meet you'll likely be graced by my asymmetrical dimpled smile and a wink. (Thanks for the suggestions and kind invitations. It has all worked out sublimely!)

He was so smoldering hot; he made my entire surface damp and inflamed, then he stopped kneeling and placed his own desires before mine, making him your average bore.

There's nothing I have to say or do to humiliate you. You manage that yourself every time you try to demoralize and degrade me. You are such a fool, while you attempt to substantiate yourself by devaluing me, you render yourself only pathetic in my eyes then. It would be for a greater benefit to hold me steadfastly in esteem, but that quickdraw mouth of yours shoots off almost as speedy as your cock, ruining it just the same.

You have your chance to show me the caliber of man you are. Will you rise to the occasion of having a goddess in your midst or will you be self-defeating and act contrary to your own ideas of treating me well?

Only a coward would leave his kitten wet and vulnerable.

When or if I want to see your ass, I will pull your pants down myself.

"If only your cock could devastate me the way your words do. Or at least penetrate me for as long and hard." ^I'd like to pin that to the top.^ There is not much less desirable than a man who thinks he is God's gift to women yet the same man lacks pleasing attributes, let alone control over his own ability to please. I know your secrets and they make me laugh.

No greater gift for a slave. You want your cake and to eat it too. I indulge you piece by piece. You receive it from between my lips and nibble on every last sugar crumb. And now for the icing... Have your freedom, too. Lick it up!

Slave: "You wield this power over men in power too I imagine?" Me: Naturally. That is my ideal. I want to be there for him...be his refuge, his Shangri-La. I will nourish, restore, and refuel him when he returns to me so that when he sets out to master each of his mundane moves, or maintain his stance atop his empire, or conquer his greatest endeavors, I will have given him exactly what he needs to ignite his engines to further propel himself into the man he wishes to be.

I am not sure what it is but every time I doubt my appearance a stranger comes along and tells me I am beautiful. This rainy morning I opted for Converse sneakers to dash in and out of the car to drive my child to school. I dressed funky, pajamas practically, and looked like hell so I thought I'd better head to the market later rather than showing up unkempt. My hair uncombed, I had a late night bath and woke with my hair still wet even though I draped it over my pillow while I slept. Running through the rain to my car didn't help my appearance but it did make me giggle. I love the rain! I decided to go to the market anyway. Few people would be there and hopefully not the handsome ones who vie for my attention. A quick check in the mirror, a rub of the eyes, a swift french twist and pin of my hair. Off I went with the thought, "I am just going to sneak in and out, nobody will notice me." This particular nobody was tall, dark, and handsome and a rare bold one. He stood in my path unwittingly. When he looked over his shoulder I smiled and gave a customary "Good morning." Instead of moving out of the way, he stepped close to me and started small talk which I abhor but the rain had me cheerful so I reciprocated slightly until I found a polite moment to move along. I could feel his eyes following me until he made his way over to me again to tell me what he thought about me and how desperate he felt already, that he must see me again. I suppose it could be an ego boost. But this is what I mean when I say no matter where I go, I feel like I am making an appearance. I pretty much went out of my way to be unattractive. Maybe it wasn't me at all and only the rain who created the illusion of beauty.

Do you think I might demand knowing my slave very intimately before using him for my comfort and pleasure? Traveling toilets, fly-by-night footstools, mobile masseurs, electronic bill payers, while it may suit you, I desire much much more. Also, where do you get off on offering your holes to me and telling me what I can use for my pleasure? What do you know about what I want or what will please me? If I want to do something; I will. That is not for you to decide. The ONLY thing I want you to offer is your willingness.

I withheld all demands and expectations of you because you proved over and over it is best to have none. In that way your slightest attention and minimal effort could easily stoke my fire but eventually a dud's fuse burns out. That is all you amount to, a dud.

Here's a hint: When I say make yourself sound interesting, tell me something that sets you apart from the rest. Consider the fact that there are hundreds stating that they wish to be my slave and then they list activities they are willing to execute "for (My) pleasure," ha!, which all resemble the same ideals of "slavery" seen in your porn-primed peephole minds. If this was a natural setting you would notice the other males. Perhaps your testosterone would take over. Maybe you would do something to entice me.

If only your cock could devastate me the way your words do. Or at least penetrate me for as long and hard.

It does not matter how brilliant minded, Ivy League educated, super-heroic, ultra fit, aesthetically perfect, professionally successful, sensually creative, world-traveled, fantastically pleasing, incredibly talented, celebrated on the red carpet or Forbes list; the fact is, in person very few of you or even none would get past just gazing at me, assuming I would never be with a guy like you and that surely I would only be with a king. It is true, I only desire to be with a king.

If you cannot capture and hold my attention through writing, chances are you will not entertain my senses enough to pleasure my body. I want a real lover who is able to sustain what my body naturally commands and feed what my mind thirsts for.

How can I take any of you seriously? You really are pathetic the way you talk about firmly believing in female supremacy, putting your Goddess/Queen/Mistress/Woman first, being owned by her, fulfilling her every wish, blah blah blah. What makes me saddened is not those ideas but the way you truly act and what you really do when you have your woman there giving you every opportunity to serve, protect, spoil...in other words, the chance to empower her to be the amazing woman you wish and need her to be. Did you know "Dominants" have discussions about your despicable behavior, and have unflattering names for you? Frankly, the more focus I have on you the more I realize you are worthless and you will always be the fantasizer living in your mom's basement unable to truly fulfill me or any other woman.

Do not come to me with limits. I will enjoy every inch of your body in the way that satiates my primal hunger. I will touch you with the tips of my fingers, the tip of my tongue, even my toes. I will taste your tension melt as I feel those places you've never felt touched before. I will not honor your protests. Just come and lay still for me.

As much as I would like to reply to each meaningful message or piece of fan mail, I find myself in repetition, which ends up feeling like a chore. I'd just like to say, I am very pleased that my writing has validated your deepest yearnings. I want you to feel confident that your Goddess exists and is really worth every drop you build up and eventually spill. She is waiting for you to present yourself as a knight would to his Lady. Show her your strength and how you will do anything it takes to win her.

I am no man's kitten!

I want to sit on you until you fight for air. Then with every lick, I will beat the fight out of you. You indignant selfish boy, stop trying to extinguish the fire. You went the distance for me. I was transported as you indulged me, took care of me like your princess and satisfied me as your Amazon Queen. It all ignited flames in our minds and enchantment of our senses as peace drenched our souls while we dined, bathed, and made love under the pines and stars. Enraptured--and now this indignation? Did I whip the sense out of you? Go on now. Take your leave. If you ever grow up and become able to treat me well and celebrate our joys, you might have the chance to look up into my eyes and see my dimpled cheeks once again.

Your purpose was to elevate me. Your proficiency was tearing me down. Scar tissue has replaced the marble. Take my hand -- I will not leave you on your knees.

Ohh, exquisite bruises! Purple markings may fade but the impression is indelible.

I am aggressive but I am not a bitch. Enjoy this rare moment:

I have some literary pet peeves. If you include them in your writing, I will not respond to you. The reason for that is there are certain words used by people I do not relate to or do not want to relate to. I allowed you all in but I don't want your weight on me anymore. This is a case of my authentic superiority rearing its head. I will not tell you what those words are but if I do not reply to you, there may be a chance you used them. This is not about you; it is about me and the zen I am creating for myself.

I do adore when you write for me. Just choose your words well.

7/15/2014 2:38:50 PM Our sensual moments are refining in depth and pleasure Brevity has made it that much more daunting to touch ground. I find comfort in loftiness. You cradle my feet in your hands preventing touchdown, aiming to launch me to heights unseen by most. Upon rapid descent, I am forced to face the ground as it quakes and rises up to wake me from this dream. …… 7/23/14 You cannot hear it, nor shall you feel it under your feet. It's not as if the earth would quake. After all, clouds are merely comprised of vapor. She's been reeling too long since the last time he subconsciously tried to thwart her from her light and fluffy post. She really does love heights even more so after he catapulted her there. He knows she's afraid to come down. The daddy in him always offers his arms to catch her. She knows what she has to do. He won't be there for her freefall this time. She wonders how it will feel stepping off of her cloud. More importantly, she wonders who will kiss her feet after she walks away.

Your begging is making me heady. If it were true that you want to worship me, love me, take care of all my needs, spoil me, indulge every single one of my whims, I think you would write to me at various times of the day not when I'm online only. Also, I may be a dream girl but I am not a fantasy. I am real. I make fantasies come true though. I would never do that unless I actually knew the person very intimately. I am not familiar with you, although you do seem familiar; that's right, you sound just like all the others.

Solicitations for financial manipulation and emotional humiliation are increasing daily. Not once do I mention in my profile that this is my interest. Yes, thank you for acknowledging that you are weird to me but there are plenty others offering that service. I do not need to manipulate you. If it is not in your heart to take care of me as a man would do so instinctively, you're likely not man enough for me. If I am your woman, you will take care of me in the most conventional sense as I take care of you the way a Goddess would pamper her best slave and an Empress would ensure her favorite stallion is sheltered, nourished, trained and rode. For clarity purposes, I have an unusual fetish where building my slave's self worth arouses me. I love to build him up, not tear him down. Does that not come across in my writing?

You may have been admonished in the past for calling others by certain titles. You long to show reverence to a woman who will grace you with her time. I understand the apprehension you feel when approaching me while being uncertain on how I prefer to be addressed. You may find endearing names as we become familiar. You are inclined to call me Goddess, yet you haven't even been in proximity to feel my warmth or to see my smile. Until then, you are a stranger to me and I would appreciate genuineness in your salutations. Once you feel me, you will know exactly the name you will call out in your mind when you attempt to summon me.

While I am busy reducing undesirable clutter from my life, let's further reduce it from my inbox as well. There's nothing more impressive than a man who follows through on his word. If you are one of those who do not have the fortitude to do so, please develop yourself more fully before attempting to be anywhere near my essence.

Am I mistaken? Much of what you describe to me as your base yearning sounds like you are seeking not just a mistress but a wife, especially the younger, more educated and successful you are. You need her to keep your drive burning. You need to return home each day to find rewards for your efforts and refuge to slip comfortably into as you restore your vigor. You can have all of that, sometimes unearned. When unearned, her burning desire will eventually slip painfully away. As for the older set seeking a playmate without commitment, be a cut above, don't you realize how many hot young play toys there are available to the likes of me?

I am not interested in your chastity. I strictly find your devotion to my pleasure most desirable. What goes on in your mind draws my attention to you. My desire does not stop at your belt.

Your smile, my king, Shone brighter than I have seen As you brought forth rolling exultation in me.

The more time I spend here, the more irreplaceable I wish you would be.

There are 100 times more women seeking women on here since I first began mingling on this site several years ago. It's a hot notion girls begging to do anything they can to please me. So creative, boys!! But then I already know firsthand how creative a man can be in leading me to believe he will please me. Hint hint...if you do not exude true masculinity by exhibiting a very hard thick erection with self control and endurance in order to satisfy me, please either figure out a way to make up for your inefficiencies or stop deluding yourself. Then again, if you are deficient in other things like testosterone, drive, circulation...there is not a lot of hope; I don't care how creative you are or how long your cock is if it isn't full and long lasting. Some of the feedback about this piece cracks me up! Ha! Complaining that I only want young sex slaves. And you call yourselves slaves? And since when does a slave complain about a lady's desires? Do not make your penile dysfunction my concern. As for the others... Unless I ask to see it, do not take it out to prove to me how thick and steely it is.

Darlings and would be lovers, the surest way to capture my attention is to use language to shine brightly amongst the millions or minions, as they will come. That which I find appealing becomes apparent when you reflect higher levels of thinking and perception. As much as I try to remain open and receiving of you, I am a freethinker; therefore, crafting a message with dogmas set forth by others is detractive. I am fine with standard English grammar and the variation which electronic messaging has influenced. When you come, and you will… I will teach you how to please me. It may take time as I enjoy a slow gentle method to encourage your development as well as my own. You will learn me through skillful perception and my occasionally swift direction. I prefer that you do not follow the crowd which may have led you here. This is not about them. This is about us. We will define the language others will try to emulate.

You certainly are eager, aren't you? Although I do like to have my man under my feet some of the time, I prefer him under my bum. Do you have experience with slave training? Besides licking... what else do you think being enslaved to a woman entails? Mmm! Passionately obedient, dedicated, and devoted. Reverence ranks high and you will be rewarded with my passion.

You heard what turns me off; now listen to what turns me on! Willingness, Devotion, Intuitiveness, Intelligence, Physical stature and prowess, Eagerness, Effort, Drive, Ultra-sensuousness, stamina, self-control, Playfulness, Superior compatibility, Trustworthiness, Seduction, Begging, Attentiveness, Did I say Devotion?? Devotion to fulfilling my desires without hesitation makes me want you.

I would address you as gentlemen; however, this is meant for the other group who doesn't seem to possess social skills reflecting ability to initiate conversation with a woman. Nasty salivating dogs, silly slutty boys, wannabe and poseur slaves, Of course I want my man to do all of those things you are begging for me to permit from you. You would know this if you had the chance to be close to me. Some of you nice boys are lucky to get personal attention and lessons from me on how to interact with females so that one day you might actually have the chance to seduce one and submit to her will. You others stand no chance with me… there are other absurd males on here where you can entertain each other mutually. Poseurs, such a turn off!!

This is for you, Daddy: He pledged to steal each of my breaths until I surrender. He promised to restore my austereness when he is done. He demanded to see all of my emotions as he rendered me raw. He vowed to make me stronger simply through knowing him. He stole all of my breaths the moment I peeled my austerity down and well before I surrendered each of my emotions. I will use what is left of my strength to rebuild as over the years I have become weakened by the strongest of desires. And only when I am satisfied will his prophecies be fulfilled.

Thank you for your kind remarks. If you think my writing distinguishes me from the rest, you can be sure everything about me sets me many strides apart. You might acknowledge me privately by thinking about our interactions whenever you begin to ache in your loins. Your ardent behavior when you are in my presence will show me how you feel. You will make me drip in desire for your thrusts but until you use your words to acknowledge how truly distinguished we are together, I will not avail every part of me to you.

Yes, it will be on your own accord to follow the rules and fulfill my expectations. Consequences? Indeed! I love to have a reason to reward you. No more giving you everything unearned. That was a mistake. I spoiled you my handsome young slave! Yes, I am a forgiving and tolerant woman. There is a time and limit for everything. From now on, your irreverence will meet with punishment.

I am super playful. We will play hard. I like to be a contender; therefore, you must be fit and strong with perfect dimensions. I want to feel safe and secure while wrapped in your arms and to feel you securely wrapped while between my legs. My natural inseam dictates your waistline to be no larger than 33 inches and my strength will be challenged enough with you at 178lbs, tops.

I want to see you need to tilt your head slightly down to access my lips while I sport high heels and that I shall enjoy extending my kiss to yours while I reach up on my bare tiptoes.

I am very specific in my physical criteria in order to optimize and maximize our pleasure. It does not mean that a variation of man cannot please me. It means, I know exactly what I want and I have no desire to have anything less than what I wish for. I do not seek to offend anyone. It is only one who I seek.

Before you come to me, clear your mind of any preconceived ideas of how a dominatrix should behave. I was raised to develop my own ideas of what may please me and what is right and wrong in any situation. I tend to be self-righteous but as you will see, it is rightly so!

I am not here to provide a service. I am here to lead you to where you belong, before you find yourself further astray.

I will dress to titillate our senses but it is not required to sense my power. I will have rules and expectations; however, I will not demand that you do anything. You will be obedient and eager to please all on your own accord.

I will always be open to hear about your interests and I will gladly support you in your development. Doing so will please me immensely!

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