LadyCimarron

OBEAH QUEEN CHAPTER 5

She unhooked Mike?s lead chain, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the center of the room where a wood post was standing. His wrists and ankles were still in shackles and he could hear the metal chains rubbing against the floor. The post was a thick beam that Kenya had had erected in the basement just for punishment. There was a pulley with rope through it high up it for suspending a slave?s hands above him.  Mistress Kenya took one end of the rope and tied it around the cuffs that already pound Mike.  Still in shock and fear from having watched Hupo?s discipline, Mike offered no resistance. Once his hands were tied she pulled the other end of the rope until Mikes arms were stretched high above his head.  Then she tied that end of the rope off. Mike watched silently as she walked to one side of the room and retrieved???a switch?

?I have Hupo get me fresh switches everyday.? Kenya said to him.  ?The switch is one of my favorite implements to use. Its lightweight, environmentally friendly and when used properly it can take the skin off a slave?s ass.?  She swished it through the air several times.  Mike winced when he heard the whistling sound the switch made it cut through the air.  ?feel free to scream as loud as you want to.?  Keyan said. ?And trust me, you WILL want to.? 

With that she drew back the switch and swung it forward. It made a high pitched sound as it cut through the air the air landing on Mike?s ass. As she drew it back again she could see a red welt left across Mike?s buttocks.  She drew back the switch over and over again with a rapid pace all over his buttocks then she moved down his legs with the same speed and motion. 

Mike pressed his lips together tightly at first then he began to moan behind them.  The moans grew louder until he finally opened his mouth and a sound that could only be described as a wailing came from deep inside of him.  ?ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!?   His screams sounded almost like singing. Each one a long note held out until he was literally out of breath.  The sounds fell on deaf ears as Kenya continued swinging the switch.  She left welts all the way down the backs of his heels and then began landing her strokes higher and higher until she was back on his buttocks again.  By now Mike was pleading and in tears ?PLeeeeeeeeeeaase!!!!!!!! Oh GOD! PLeeeeeeeeease?   He pleaded over and over with his determined Goddess but she was relentless.  She continued her strokes higher until she was on his lower back and proceeded and created new welts across his back and all the way up to his shoulderblades.   Once she reached the top she went down again in a uniform fashion until she was at his heels again and then up again; Oblivious to Mike?s screams and cries for mercy. 

She repeated this over and over again until Mike?s screams dissipated.  Soon all she could hear from him was his sobs and whimpering.  All the fight had gone out of him, all of his resolve had melted. At this point he was nothing but a repentant slave desperate for Mercy from his owner.  Kenya stopped her punishment and dropped the switch near Mike where he could see it.  Without so much as a word she turned and went towards the stairs.  Mike could hear her heels click click click across the floor and up the stair. 
?Hupo, get your sore ass up and get to work!?  She yelled over her shoulder at her other slave, Hupo who had still been over the bench all of this time.  The door to the basement slammed behind her and for a few moments there was no sound in the basement except the quiet sobs of two very well punished slaves.

OBEAH QUEEN CHAPTER 4
WATCH AND LEARN

Mike had been fed, showered and collared. Now here he was, completely nude, shackled and waiting for his Mistress to approach. He was not sure what to expect. A lead chain was bolted into the wall the other end of it was attached to a ring in Mike?s collar, effectively securing him??.like a dog.

Hupo was now naked and kneeling not far away from Mike patiently awaiting Mistress Kenya?s return.  Mike stared at him with a look of pure disgust.

?You got a problem with me, man?? Hupo finally asked him.

?Yeah I got a problem,? Mike answered. ?Your helping that woman keeps me here. You?re all on your knees to her like some kind of weak spineless wuss. You make me sick.?

Hupo stood up and faced Mike before he spoke. ?Well let me tell you something. I have worked hard my whole life. I served in the Military, fought your freedom, I started and ran my own business and made a lot of money doing it. I have paid the price to live the kind of life I want to. THIS is the life I chose and this is the life I have. You, on the other hand, are a schemer and thug. You obviously cannot control your own life and that?s how you got here. AND that?s exactly why Mistress now controls you. So don?t judge me. Being here, serving Mistress Kenya is a dream come true for me. Don?t blame me if my dream and your nightmare happen to be one in the same.?

The two men faced each other and locked eyes.

?It figures.? Mike said still looking at Hupo with disdain. ?Your weak ass sitting around here sucking up to that nig--?

Hupo grabbed Mike by the collar around his throat. Mike never even saw him coming. ?SAY IT!? Hupo yelled holding Mike against the wall. ?Call my Mistress that word! I dare you to say it!?

?HUPO!?  The strong but feminine voice resounded across the room. ?Let him go!? Hupo reluctantly let go of Mike the two men stared at each other a moment longer then Hupo lowered himself to his knees in front of his Mistress. 

Mike looked at the woman next to him and forgot everything around him for a moment. She was gorgeous!  She was wearing a red patent leather dress and black high heeled boots that came all the way up to her thighs. Her skin looked like chocolate silk and he could even smell her sweet fragrance. She looked like a living breathing fantasy.  Mike felt his penis start growing just from the sight of her.

Kenya walked over to them and stood in front of Hupo. ?Don?t bother to talk?.I heard everything! I expect you to stay in control of yourself. I trust you to do what I tell you without letting your ego get in the way, but obviously you need a bit more training in self restraint. And you shall have it!? 

Mistress Kenya walked across the room and opened a chest; she pulled out a leather strap.  It was about 4 inches wide, black leather, with a wood handle. Kenya walked back over to where Mike was still standing watching with wide eyes and Hupo was kneeling head bowed.

 She grabbed Mike by the collar ?get on your knees!? she ordered him. He didn?t know whether it was the strap in her hand or the obvious anger in her eyes, but for once Mike did not fight her. He simply knelt. ?Watch and learn. I will deal with you after Hupo? She told him.

?You go get into position!? she ordered Hupo. 

?Yes Mistress,? he answered.  Hupo walked over to a padded bench that was nearby.  He bent over the bench with his ass turned up high waiting on his Mistress. 

?Your ass is almost completely white Hupo.  Maybe that?s why you chose to misbehave today. It?s been far too long since I have whipped your ass.?   She raised the strap high above her head and brought it down across his upturned ass

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The strap sounded like a gunshot as is landed against Hupos as cheeks. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Over and over she landed the strap. Mike watched dumbfounded as Mistress Kenya worked her magic.  The strap landed all across Hupos ass and the backs of his thighs. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! He could see Hupo fighting to keep control and stay in position as his ass turned from white to red to a deep crimson and still Mistress Kenya continued swinging.  CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

 Mike was completely captivated by the sight.  Mistress Kenya?s eyes seemed to glaze over, her breathing was heavy and she seemed to be enjoying herself. She was beautiful, dangerous. She was a Goddess?..and she was relentless.  CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Then he heard something that sounded almost like music, it was Hupo moaning from the blows he was receiving. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!  The moans got louder until he could hear Hupo begging?. ?Pleeeeeeease Mistress?..Pleeeease??.forgive me.  Have mercy on me, Mistress?..I?m sorry, I?m sorry.? . CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Mistress Kenya seemed unmoved by Hupo?s begging. In fact, if Mike didn?t know better she seemed to be swinging with even greater force. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!  The strap continued to land upon Hupo?s ass to the point that even Mike felt sorry for the begging, sobbing man.  God, he thought, does this woman have a heart?  CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!  He watched in shock as Hupo?s ass went from a deep red to purple and covered with welts. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!  Hupo was sobbing and begging and tears were running from the face of this man who had only before been so strong and menacing to Mike. Finally Mistress Kenya stopped, having reduced Hupo to the equivalent of very punished little boy. She was covered in sweat; her breasts rose and fell to the rhythm of her heavy breathing and her eyes seemed wild; like she was in another place. She turned from Hupo and looked directly at Mike.

Suddenly it occurred to Mike?..Oh my God! I?m next!

OBEAH QUEEN
CHAPTER 3: MISTAKE NUMBER TWO

When Mike finally calmed down and stopped struggling he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.  It was a man. He briefly recalled that there was a man in the dark basement when he had broken in.  Was that who had conked him over the?  The man was carrying a covered tray.  Mike could smell the food and wondered when the last time he had eaten was.  What time was it anyway?  For that matter what day was it?  Mistress Kenya did not even turn around when the man entered the basement.  She had hardly taken her eyes off of Mike at all. Mike hated how she was looking at him, almost like he was some kind of pet..  Was that how she saw him?

?I brought his lunch, Mistress.? Hupo said sitting the tray on a nearby table.

?thank you, Hupo? Mistress Kenya answered turning towards him. ?We can get him up and??

?Hey! I gotta pee!? Mike rudely interrupted with a defiant attitude

Mistress Kenya and Hupo both looked at him. Hupo frowned like Mike had committed a deadly sin, but Kenya, smiled with an amused look on her face.

?Hupo,? Mistress Kenya said still smiling, ?show our guest the proper way to ask for bathroom privileges.

Hupo dropped his head and asked, ?Mistress, may I please use the bathroom??

?See how simple that is,? she told him. ?now you try it.?

As he scowled and opened his mouth she raised a hand above his face as if to slap him. ?be careful. Let?s not repeat lesson one.?

He looked at her open hand remembering the stinging her slaps had caused his face earlier.  ?I?m not asking you for nothing.? He finally said.

?Suit yourself.?  She said.  ?Hupo would you please hand me the collar from the table??

?Yes Ma?am.? Hupo retrieved a collar and handed it to Mistress Kenya. He then knelt beside her while she placed the collar around Mike's neck and fastened a small lock around it.
"that's too tight!" Mike yelled.
"Good" Mistress Kenya said with a smile.

?Mistress, this one is ignorant of our ways? Hupo said. ?there are lots of inferiors who would be happy  and honored to serve a Goddess like you, without the disrespect this one shows ?
?I know.  but I see the potential in this one. And I love a challenge.? She answered him.

?Damn, she?s sure got him pussy whipped.? Mike said out loud.

?One day soon you will be down here with me, proudly kneeling before our Ebony Goddess.? Hupon answered

WTF was wrong with this dude? Mike thought and how the hell was he going to get himself out of this? He felt his full bladder begging for release and a thought hit him?
?Hey, I really do have to go.? He said

?Then you know what to do.? Mistress Kenya said quietly.

Mike locked eyes with this beautiful black woman.  There was a strength and power behind those eyes that drew him and scared him.  She was confident, sure, unflinching in her authority. She knew in her own heart that she ran the show around here and since he was the one with the full bladder, nature and time were both on her side.

Still staring into those captivating brown eyes Mike opened his mouth, ?Mistress, may I please go to the bathroom??

?Yes you may,? she answered with a smile.

She snapped her fingers and Hupo rose.  He picked up a lead chain that was about 30 feet long and bolted into the wall.  He put it around Mike?s waist and secured it with a padlock.  Then he began unhooking the leg shackles leaving just the ankle cuffs in place. While he was busy on the leg shackles, Mistress Kenya began unhooking the shackles on Mike?s arms leaving the wrist cuffs locked in place.

Mike?s mind was racing. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for and he was not about to pass it up.  Once Mike?s arms and legs were both free to move around, he jumped off the table and grabbed Mistress Kenya. He spun around behind her and put and arm around her neck.  ?get me the key to this chain on my waist!? He yelled to Hupo.

Hupo looked at the man holding his Mistress and a look of fear swept over his eyes.  ?Come on man,? Hupo told him. ?Your making one huge mistake here. Trust me on that. And I don?t want anyone to get hurt.?

"Get this damn chain off of me and get me my clothes or I'll snap this bitch?s neck!" Mike yelled. "I know damn well you don't want her to get hurt!"

"hupo is wrong," Mistress Kenya said calmly. "You are not making one huge mistake. You are making two."
"two?" Mike said puzzled still hold his arm around her neck.

"one... I'm not your bitch!"  Kenya raised her left foot and stomped her stiletto heel directly into the top of Mike's barefoot. She jabbed him in the side with her elbow causing him to groan and loosen his grip. Then she spun around, kneed him in the groin and gave him a right cross to the face.

"Mistake number two.? she said looking down at his crumpled body on the floor ?When hupo said he didn't want anyone to get hurt, he meant YOU not me!"

As she looked down she saw that he had lost control of his bladder.
"now that he has relieved himself," she said to Hupo. "clean him up, feed him and then put him on the post. I need to properly welcome this white boy to his new home."

?Yes Mistress? Hupo dropped to his knees and bowed down until she was up the stairs and gone grateful that her anger was not directed at him.

OBEAH QUEEN
 CHAPTER 2: Rude Awakening

THIS STORY IS ABOUT WHITES ENSLAVED BY BLACKS. IT IS NON-CONSENSUAL. IF THIS OFFENDS YOU PLEASE MOVE ON.

He woke up and tried to open his eyes. The painful throbbing in his head prompted him to quickly close them again. He groaned and brought his right hand up to rub his temple..... CLACK!  What the hell??? He looked up and saw that his right arm was shackled to the table with a wrist cuff and chain. So was his left.  Where the fuck was he??? He tried to move his legs and found that they too were shackled to the table he was lying on. And where the hell were his clothes???? What kind of shit was this. He screamed and noticed for the first time that his mouth had been gagged with some type of ball shaped object. His muffled wailings kept coming until he was exhausted. 

 He laid his aching head back on the table and shut his eyes for moment hoping this was some kind if nightmare. When he opened them again he knew he must be dreaming. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was looking into his face. She was a black woman, cocoa skin, long black locs of hair and a big beautiful brown eyes. 

 
"well, I see you are awake." she said to him.

He made some muffled sounds underneath the gag. She ignored it.

"This is my home. ?I call it Paradise Manor. I own this house, this property and everything on it. Understand?" He nodded his head. "and," she continued, "since you saw fit to trespass onto this property, white boy, I now own you as well."

He looked at her stunned for a minute. Was she joking? Was she crazy? He made more muffled sounds under his gag.

"I will remove the gag for a moment, but I want to caution you ahead of time to watch your mouth. I'm not gonna have some white slave in my house talking crazy to me."

She removed the gag..... "bitch are you out of your fucking mind??? You fucking untie me or I'll break your fucking neck. Stupid ass black bi........"

SLAP! The first slap was so hard it made his ears ring, but it stopped his words in mid sentence. SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP! She rained a series of slaps on both sides of his face. At first he kept trying to yell his expletives and empty threats. Then he started yelling "stop! Stop it!" but as the slaps continued until his voice softened and tears filled his eyes. "stop it.......please, stop...please....please, please stop, please."

She stopped the slaps and flashed him a smile "I'm glad you have calmed down," she said. "my hand was starting to hurt."
"you have just gotten past lesson one. When you are allowed to speak, you will do so respectfully. Of course most of the time you will not be allowed to speak anyway"

"do you even know who I am?" he asked.

"you are Michael Brewer, from New Orleans Louisiana. You are 25 years old, 6'1, 197 pounds, caucasion, currently wanted by the authorities as a person of interest in a murder stemming from a drug deal gone bad." she spun off his story so quickly the last part startled him. Except?..

"murder???" he said. "I didn't kill anybody."

"the man your partner shot is dead." she said.
"I didn't shoot him." Mike answered her.
"You were with him. That makes you an acessory to capital murder. According to the laws in Mississippi if they catch you, you get the death penalty."
Mike was stunned for a moment, realizing the totality of his situation. He was part of murder rap, AND now this crazy woman had him chained up. 

"it wasn't supposed to happen like that. Everything got messed up. We didn't mean for that man to get shot. And what happened to Jay?" mike asked her.
"If Jay is your friend who did the shooting, he?s dead. He had a shootout with the police. It's been all over the news." she looked at him without compassion when he gasped at the news of his friends death.

"they don't know your name?  she told him, ?and they don't have a good description of you. They do know you were last seen in this area with a blue backpack believed to contain a large sum of cash and drugs."
"where is it?" he asked suddenly remembering the bag he held on to so tightly last night.

"I have it" she responded. "it's mine now. The drugs will eventually be disposed of. I have no use for them."

"hey that's my money," he told her.

"no honey, it's mine." she said emphatically. "I own it and you. And you may as well get used to it.?

?Yours???? he said and started struggling at his chains with a renewed sense of anger. ?who do you think you are??

She laughed at his useless attempts to free himself. ?I am Kenya,? she said. ?and I AM your Mistress.?

Running......running.......where could he hide? There he saw it.  A large antebellum home; A former slave plantation home from the pre-civil war era. He ran towards it. Damn! There was a wood privacy fence all around it..........THERE.... a space near the azalea shrub. He squeezed through it and pulled the backpack he was carrying in after him. He froze for a moment when he heard the police sirens. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized they were headed in another direction.  Once inside the fence he began looking around the residence until he saw a small basement window that had been left cracked open.  If he could just fit through it........yes! He crawled in the narrow space into the house, but there was total darkness inside.  He could not even see his hand in front of his face. He began to walk carefully around the room hoping to find a light source; holding tightly to the precious bag he was carrying. He had only taken a few steps when his hand hit a hard surface. He couldn't quite figure out what it was.... His hand felt higher until he touched.......oh God! A face! Someone was standing directly in front of him. "hey!" He screamed out in surprised. Then he heard a thud and his body lay crumpled on the floor.

A light switched on above.  ?Hupo?.? A feminine voice called coming down the stairs. ?Hupo?.what?s all that racket down here??

A big, muscular white man in the basement immediately dropped to his knees when he heard her approaching. ?Its an intruder Ma?am. He came in through the basement window. He didn?t see me.  He?s out cold, Ma?am?

The petite black woman approached the one she called Hupo and looked from him to the young white man lying on the floor.  ?No Hupo,? she said with a smile growing on her face, ?not an intruder?..a new slave.?

"Go get the paddle, the strap and the cane." she said.
"yes Ma'am" I answered and left the room still smiling at my good fortune. I really should have known better.
When I returned she ordered me to get into position. I lowered my pants and underwear and bent over the chair that she had placed there just for punishment purpose. She picked up the paddle and walked to my left side and began swinging. WHACK! WHACK!  She began paddling from the top of my buttocks all the way down the backs of my thighs......but only on my LEFT asscheek! My asscheek began to burn under the paddle as the realization of what she meant finally sunk in. HALF-ASSED??? I began shaking my ass from the pain; moaning from each blow and feeling the heat intensify. I was even more aware of the pain since my right cheek had not taken a single blow. Finally she was done with the paddle. She put it down and picked up the strap.
"please Mistress," I begged. Please do the other side.
She laughed "I'm sorry honey, but I can't. You see, you told a half truth and I promised you a half assed spanking. So I am only going to whip the hell out of the LEFT half of your ass!"

As she said this the strap began striking my already bruised left asscheek. SLAP! SLAP! It sounded like a firecracker each time it landed. SLAP! SLAP! I could feel it. SLAP! SLAP! causing welts on my asscheek SLAP! SLAP! blisters were forming SLAP! SLAP!   It felt like the skin was being stripped off of my thighs.  "Please Mistress..... I begged and pleaded with her ?please! Please! Pleeease!!!"
I could not help begging. It was a natural response to the pain. Unfortunately my Mistress is a sadist. She loves the sounds of my torment. My tears and screams and begging only encourage her to swing harder and prolong my suffering. I could hear her breathing heavily and though I could not see her I knew she was smiling and her eyes were glazed over. When she was like this there would be no mercy for my poor ass.

HALF-ASSED SPANKING PART 2

She finished with the strap and I got a brief respite from my punishment as she retrieved the cane. This cane was made of fiberglass. She purchased it from a company called Caniac. The weight of it and the fiberglass material it was made from caused it to be a particularly vicious implement. When used properly I wouldn't sit for a month. I cringed when she did a few practice swings, letting the cane whistle through the air. She rested it against my asscheek, then raised it up and swung. SWISH... THWACK!  I sucked in air feeling too much pain to even scream. I could feel a searing pain where it landed. SWISH... THWACK! SWISH... THWACK! SWISH... THWACK! SWISH... THWACK! SWISH... THWACK! Six of the best. I felt four land on my left asscheek and the last two had split open my left thigh. By now there was nothing left in me a remained bent over the chair whimpering like a child and praying to Goddess that my punishment was over.
"your ass is a mess." she said to me. "well.... Half a mess.  Stay there while I get some alcohol." I wanted to protest but I knew better. I stayed in position whimpering with tears still streaming when she returned with the alcohol and a towel.  She unscrewed the top and poured. I screamed as the liquid ran down my asscheek and thigh causing an it to hurt even worse. "there." she said. "that should guard against infection." she walked around to the front of me and bent over to look into my tear stained face. "has my boy learned lesson about half-truths and other lies?" she asked. "yes Mistress" i answered. "I'm so sorry Mistress."
"Yes you are." she said "a very sorry and well punished boy." she kissed me on the cheek. "and next time, it might be best to own up to your wrong doing and take your punishment rather than talk yourself into a predicament like this."
"yes Ma'am" I answered.
"you may go to bed" she said.
"Thank you, Ma'am" I rose and felt the pain in my ass. I half walked/half limped my half-sore ass to the bedroom. As I passed the full length mirror I turned and looked. My left asscheek was swollen, and was colored red and purple all over. Skin was missing in places and there were six places where the cane had landed and split open the skin in crescent shapes. Blood trickled from a few spots. It was a striking contrast to the right cheek which was still lily white. I reached the room and lay down on my stomach. No way I was letting my ass touch anything. I laid there a few minutes unable to sleep with the persistent ache in my half ass. I heard the door to the room open. I didn?t move.  It was Mistress. She came and sat next to me on the bed.  I felt her plant a kiss on the unpunished half of my ass and then she placed an icepack on the. I hissed from the pain of contact on my tender flesh. ?shhhh.? She shushed me. ?you had better learn to behave yourself.? She said quietly. ?Or I could turn this half-assed beating into a whole one.?      

Its been a tough week. I had a pushy sub wanting play that would most likely kill him and leave me having to explain why there is a dead white man in my house with torture marks all over him. I had a sub leave me because "God" was calling him out of the lifestyle. I wish God had told him that before he got his jollies being chained to my motherfucking bed.  I had another accuse me of abandoning him because even though he is hundreds of miles away, we have never met and I told him I didn't want a long distance thing; he thought he was not getting enough attention. I had another do Jekyll and Hyde number on me. Saying "yes ma'am" to everything since we met then the next thing I know talking to me like I'm nobody and calling me a liar. I had another not show up for a session and not even call, after spending over a year begging me to see him.
And on top of all of that a friend of mine died in a tragic car accident when she fell asleep behind the wheel. That was hard. And it kind of put things in perspective for me.
I have a home, food, clothing and people who love me. And I AM ALIVE and healthy. If the biggest problem I have is demanding subs on this site, then I really don't have any problems. Give me a couple of days to regroup and I will let everyone know how things are going with me and my girls.  later.

An amazing thing happened to me yesterday. I have hanging out with some girlfriends and they started questioning me about where I was meeting white guys and I told them about me being a Dominant. It just seemed like the right moment to come out of the closet. To my surprise, not only did they accept it, but they want me to show them how to find a slave of their own. They all seemed to like the idea but was asking "will they really let you do all that too them??" "God I would love that!!!" So I guess now I am supposed to be this "mentor" (so to speak) for 3 black women who want to become Dommes. I don't know how this is going to work out, but I will keep you guys posted. Who knows, we may start a new thing in Mississippi!

UNBELIEVABLE! I recieved 200 messages in the last 24 hours. I want to apologize for anyone I didn't answer. I don't mean any disrespect its just hard answering all those msgs.  I have msged back to some of you and chatted with a few and I would just like to say that I met some pretty awesome guys. 
I wish more of you were local.  I even heard from some pretty nice female subs. Beautiful women who it would be more than my honor to spank someday.  I heard from some great men all over the country and a few (very few) of you who either are or will be near Mississippi soon. Who knows? Maybe we will be able to meet one day. 



Out of 200, only had about 3 negative people.
One was a female (or she-male maybe) with a VERY nice ass, who swore I was fake because my pic looked fake. To him/her...(it?) all I can say is "THANK YOU! IT AIN'T EASY BEING THIS BEAUTIFUL!"

To the guy who lives thousands of miles away but kept msging me until I blocked him because he said..."I cannot let you go!"  .....you scared me, honey. You can't come at the ladies like that and not expect them to run.  Even us dominant ones can sense danger a mile away.

To the "Twu-sub" who said I was a "pretender"  because you sent me your phone number and I wouldn't immediately call you on demand. Chill out love, if you really thought I was fake you wouldn't have taken the time to write to me and tell me you thought I was fake. I think you just really wanted a response from me and was dissappointed when you didn't get it. Its ok honey.  I know its tough out there and we all need to let off some steam every now and then. No love lost for you........but lighten up, boy !


To everyone else Thanks again for viewing my profile and msging me.  There are some truly awesome people here.....along with you weirdos. See you all in cyberspace!

MUCH LOVE
LadyC

I have had this profile up only about an hour and already I have heard from many submales.  Most are in places too far away to serve my needs, but still I feel for them.  It can be so disheartening to have these feelings and desires and no way to express them.  My love and my prayers go out to all of you and I hope you all find the Dominant Woman of your Dreams.

Much Love
LadyC.

I tied him spread eagle to the bed and watched in amazement as he started shaking.  I could actually see him shaking from head to toe.  ?Are you scared?? I asked him ?Yes Mistress.? He answered.  ?Are you willing to continue??  ?Yes Mistress, I am.? ?What?s your safeword?? I asked him. ?Yellow to calm the scene, Red to stop the scene, Mistress.?  He answered.

 ?Good Boy? I told him.  ?Some of this you?re going to love.? Some you are going to hate.?

I picked up the suede flogger that I loved using as a warm-up instrument and slowly stroked the falls up and down his back until he sighed from the felling of it.  Then? ?WHAP!? The flogger began striking his naked back. A startled cry came from his lips as he tensed against the flogger.  Then he I heard the ahhhhh sound as he relaxed and I smiled.  Most subs are completely surprised at how gentle and pleasant a soft suede flogger can feel.  Most love it no matter how hard I swing it.  I covered his back and ass until he had a nice pink glow to his skin.  Then I took out my paddle and began spanking his ass. Lightly at first but then letting my blows get heavier and heavier.  Soon he started squirming. I could hear him moaning and then he was screaming and shaking his ass to find relief from my paddle.  I smiled and my own breathing got heavier.

?Oh hell yes!? I said to him. ?That?s it honey.  Give me that pain. Show me how much it hurts!?  By this time his ass was bright red and my pussy was soaking wet.  I ripped the restraints off his legs and then his arms. I turned him over, sat my voluptuous dark brown ass on his face and gave one command. ?Lick!?  And he began devouring my pussy as if it were the best thing he ever tasted.  I screamed and came sitting on his face, but I wasn?t finished. ?Keep going!? I ordered him.  He obediently began licking my asshole plunging his tongue in and out of it.  Then he began licking my pussy and clit again until I had another orgasm.  I finally got up leaving hi face covered in my pussy juices.  I laid down next to him and smiled completely satiated from the experience.  ?You are a very good boy,? I said to my slave.  ?I?m going to have to keep you and that tongue around for a while.?