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Female Switch, 46
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Female Submissive, 60, trotwood, Ohio
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Male Submissive, 53, rockford, Illinois
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About LadyWings
My interests are varied: FemDom, meditating,Arts, Native Spirituality, Psychic healing, Reiki, the smell of the grizzly, the sound of a running creek, the crack of a whip, soft leather and cold hard steel....living life to its fullest, and enjoying every drop of living fire! Domination/submission..the hunter, the hunted. All things wylde. I am a Dominat Woman, who has the desire for a strong submissive..doormats are something I wipe My boots on, there is no challenge in just that hmmm? I also seek the erare O/one who can from time to time give Me a good sensual topping as I enjoy soaring both winds. Rare is the O/one W/who can do that..but well worth the wait.
Latest News: Meeting O/others, exchange of information, teaching/learning, and ingesting each drop of one another in the quest of life.Please use courtesy, and intelligence..when contacting Me Every rose..has its thorn!
By the By..Do have a look at My journal below...there may be some interesting information in there for you..or, if I am amused, perhaps an anecdote or two..a quote, a bit of inspiration.....or just a piece of My Mind. |
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Greetings A/all and thank Y/you to those W/who have responded. I am back in the virtual saddle again, refreshed, revived, and pleased with the smorgasbord of Life. Pls. take the time to read My journal and get to know Me prior to responding. Well Wishes to A/all LadyWyngs |
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ON TEMPORARY HIATUS, WILL RETURN. MY BEST TO ALL LADY B. |
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A warm hello
Mood of the day: The colour Blue
Music listening to: Total Eclipse of the Heart
Message: Everything in life is beautiful..choose to find it, or be blind.
Activity: Formulating plans for own business..or Peace Corps (I am an extremist LOL)
A message to those sending emails, please, I am beginning to sound like a broken tape recorder. Do NOT live far away from Me, as I do not cyber, nor live solely in cyber world. I want to see your eyes.
And do include a photo please. Spending weeks with one I cannot see, wastes precious time, life is far too short for that. This is not shallow, this is human nature, W/we all have those that W/we find ourselves in someway physically, as well as mentally, sensually, attracted to. SO don't waste the gifts of time hmmm?
Blessed Be
Lady B |
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Mood for the day:
Trying to make sense, recognizing that in the more I try, the less I get there *chuckles*
Music listening to:
Waterboys: That was the River, This is the Sea
Activity: Living!
I am going to take a short hiatus, and thank A/all who have responded thus far, those met, those touched, in flesh and spirit. Time to balance.
In the meantime, a musing (*yes, a play on words* Smiles.)
"I will open you
petal by petal
taking all the time in the world.
I will build with you a slow fire
stick by stick
and watch the color of your sunshine.
I will play with the wind of you
cover your body with smiles and games,
promises and fantasies that disappear
without a trace.
I will stir your secret core,
witches brew of potions and incantations,
and feel you simmering, rolling, straining
even if only in your mind.
floating in my hand.
I will fill you slowly up,
every crevice and curve,
watch, feel, hear, smell, taste you
growing full." I will always watch. |
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It would appear that the fine gentlesub that I have given My attention to as of late..has decided that He would prefer to explore His dominant side more, rather than his submissive..which may..or may not exist, only he knows the answer to that one....and that is as it should be. A tad disheartening, as much goes into the beginnings of grooming a gentlesub, yet at the same time, I am proud that he is able to be true to himself, hear the call of his heart..and follow it. So it seems the Lady is once again able to give attention to others. Once more...do be polite, do include a photo, and do read My journal before responding. I am looking still for the one who will offer the strength of his submission on bended knee..and at the sametime have what it takes to once in a while sensually top the Lady.
Be well A/all |
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Mood for the evening: Reflective.
Music: Adagio for Strings, Samuel Barber.
Moon: Waxing.
Activity: Painting.
Blessed be to A/all, Lady B |
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When I am happy I walk alone in the hills.
I know within my heart
what is good and which is beautiful.
When I arrive at the source of the stream
I sit down to rest and
to watch the mists rising.
Sometimes I need a time-worn woodcutter
Lady B |
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A beautiful story, shared with Me, author unknown...dives into the depths of submission and Domination..and takes an egalitarian look at them. Though this is written from the point of a Domme..if you are a female submissive, simply change the gender. Life follows a learning curve, the Lifestyle...a circle. Do enjoy! Lady B
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Author Unknown
The Gift and the Giver,
the Rebel, the Thief,
and the Stranger and Her Glue
The Giver was alone, and the Gift unused: the Giver felt lonely, and sought to find someone worthy of the Gift.
The Rebel came along and saw the Gift the Giver possessed, and desired the Gift for Herself. Rather than ask the Giver for the Gift, or ask what the Giver wanted for the Gift, the Rebel decided that social rules did not apply to Her, and simply said "Give me the gift."
The Giver knew that the Gift was fragile and would be destroyed if mistreated, and did not trust the Rebel; for how many of those who are impolite are also delicate? But the Giver did not wish to offend, and so said to the Rebel "I am sorry, but this Gift is for someone else."
The Rebel grew angry and blustered "But I deserve the Gift. I am special and I deserve that things be given to me."
The Giver, glad to have trusted his first instinct, merely repeated: "I am sorry, but this Gift is for someone else."
And the Rebel, still complaining, went Her way.
The Giver sat under a willow tree, contemplating the Gift and wondering about the qualities needed to really appreciate the Gift; as he was sitting there the sun and the breeze and the sound of the creek below lulled him into a doze.
The Thief, who had overheard the Rebel and the Giver, was waiting for just this moment. Dashing out from behind a nearby bush, She made a grab for the Gift; grasping it She started to run away.
However, the Giver was awakened by this and reached out to stop the Thief. "Give that back!" cried the Giver. "It is not yours! You have no right!" So saying, he reached out, trying to retrieve the Gift.
The Thief said "I do not care if it was not mine, I have possession of it so it is now my property." And so saying, She pulled again at the Gift, hoping to wrench it from the Giver.
In the ensuing struggle, the Gift was fouled, battered, and broken. The Thief, deciding She did not want a damaged Gift, finally let go and said "You keep it; it is now worthless."
The Giver's heart broke and he wept inside at the state of the Gift, which he had hoped to find someone worthy of; it was dirty, pieces were missing and scattered in the grass around him, and the intact parts were bent and dented. He began to believe the Thief's assessment of the Gift: perhaps it no longer mattered who it belonged to, worthless as it was.
But then he noticed that his tears made clean streaks on the Gift as they fell, and he thought that perhaps if some of it could be cleaned, all of it could; perhaps he could make his Gift have worth once again. he took the Gift and its broken pieces to the creek, where he began to wash them.
The Gift was easy to clean, but in trying to wash the pieces that had been broken from it, the Giver lost one. He began to lose hope again. Yet he was still determined to try to repair the Gift.
Hours passed as he fit pieces back together where they would stay. Some pieces he could not make stay, however. From behind him, a strong, yet soothing voice: "Perhaps this Glue could help you mend your Gift". he turned to see a Gentle-strong Stranger, holding a small tube of Glue. he took the Glue and thanked the Stranger, then finished repairing her Gift with the Stranger's Glue.
When he turned to give the Glue back to the Stranger, She was gone. he thought to himself that this Stranger had thought his Gift worthy enough to donate his Glue, and not even demand payment, nor even ask for the Glue to be returned. Perhaps his Gift had worth after all.
And as he sat and contemplated his Gift, he realized that this enigmatic Stranger was the type of Woman who would neither ask nor demand a Gift, nor would She take, but rather She would give. And he thought to himself that the Stranger was a Giver too. And who better to appreciate a Gift but a Giver?
So he sought out the Stranger, and when he found Her, he tried to return the Glue to Her. She quietly thanked him, but said that he should keep the Glue, in case the Gift should break again.
And the Giver said "In that case, you should accept the Glue, for I wish to give the Gift to you." And so saying, he placed the Gift in the Strange Lady's hands.
The Stranger looked at the Gift, and She said "This is too precious; I do not know if I can take care of this Gift." The Giver said "I believe that you can, and I will stay with you and help you care for the Gift when you falter."
So the Stranger and the Giver took the Gift TOGETHER, sharing in it and sharing it, and held it as an example for all to see. | |
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Ahh the delights, the fruits of labour..I am temporarily occupied with one found here, a lovely addition to My life at the moment. I wish to focus My energies on this one at present, therefore will be unavailable for now. I do thank all the gentlesubs that did knock on My door and will keep My journal as up to date as I can. Lady B |
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A wonderful Sunday to A/all..and a little entreaty to look around Y/you,make the most and best of your world, and Y/you within the cosmos...stop, and do smell the roses, they are a lifetime.
Lady B.
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
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A Little Allegorical Story
New Beginnings,
Lady B
There was once a group of beings, which endeavored to experience all that they could in order to help themselves grow and evolve. Their Mistress took them one day to a forest thick with trees. She blindfolded each of them and let them wander around in the woods in their own darkness. As they walked forward, they each held their hands before their faces so as to feel the trees before they struck them. Thud after resounding thud was heard as the pupils hit tree after tree.
None of them enjoyed the experience at all and were glad when the Mistress allowed them to stop. Then the Mistress took them by the hand and led them through the trees while still blindfolded. At first they were tentative, wondering if they would strike the trees again. They held their hands in front of themselves protectively, not trusting. But eventually they understood that they were being led safely and they relaxed and allowed the experience to unfold. They didn't run into any of the trees this time.
After finishing the exercise, the Mistress sat with them and asked them to talk about what they had learned from this experience.
"Mistress, when first I walked blindfolded, I hit tree after tree. I could not see where I was going and I got madder and madder at my inability to determine where I was. I could not see, I could not feel, I could not smell, I could not hear the trees before I hit them. It was as though I was lost and there was no way out other than to continue hitting tree after tree until I stumbled through by accident."
"Ah," smiled the Mistress, "and how did you feel as you walked through the maze of trees? Did you understand why you were there in this experience?"
"No, Mistress, I did not. Why would you ask us to hit our heads, to bump our faces and hurt ourselves against the rough bark of the trees as we did?"
The Mistress looked at them so lovingly and gently smiled, His eyes dancing with light and de-light. She paused and did not answer at first.
"Tell me, how did you feel when I led you by the hand and walked you through the trees? Was it different?"
"Not at first, Mistress. I felt as though I was still about to hit a tree trunk, hurting myself again. But then, after a time, I realized that you were leading me safely through the maze and that there was nothing to fear at all. It was only in my head that I was fearful. So, I relaxed and let you lead me. You showed me the way through and I banged not a one." The pupil smiled with eagerness and intent.
"What was the difference in what you learned from this?" the Mistress asked.
"Mistress, without you leading me, I felt alone and unprotected. I hit tree after tree and could never find my own way. And when you lovingly led me, and guided me to safety, I felt free to experience all of the blindness. To allow my other sense to kick in and share what they were discovering in this. And it was this that showed me that when we are connected, we are free to relax, release and be led. And that this is done with love and guidance."
"But why do you require me to lead you when you could have found your own way eventually?" the Mistress asked, smiling lovingly and gently.
"Mistress. It is not that I require you to guide me at all. But when I feel your presence and know you are helping to guide me, then I can let go and find the pleasure in the experience. It is through the process of letting go that I can smell the trees, hear the birds, feel the breezes against my cheek. It is in this that I feel my connection the All, that I am one with everything else," the pupil said.
"Mistress," said another," I learned that I have the freedom to release your hand at any time. But if I choose to do this, then I will bang into the trees again and again, slowing down and delaying my journey through the trees. My own path will be that much harder. I feel that you are telling me that I retain my control when I give it over to you. I am in charge of my own way when I allow you to lead me. Either way, I will get to my destination. But I choose whether to get there easily and safely or to get there through the pain and hurt, anger and fear, suffering and loss."
"You are very wise, young one," the Mistress said. "When we release and let go, we open the door to another wisdom, another form of control, another form of guidance to show us our own way."
The End
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Ahh a beautiful day...and I wish the same to A/all. I have chosen to add here, that I also am seeking a particular O/one who has what it takes, chemically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually to sensually top Me from time to time, as I find I still revel as much in the sensations of receiving pain/pleasure as in giving. I have chosen to honour all facets of Me, not to do so, would be to dishonour Myself.
Lady B.
A tough order to fill, but then..I AM worth it. |
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I have now completed My move, and to those boys who think I NEED one of you..think again. ..there is a huge chasm of difference between need and want. I am a very capable Lady....and IF you are fortunate to enter into My web...then the fates have been good to you..and obviously to Me for having found someone worthy of My expectations. Do not mistake Me for your wife, mother, or someone dying for your attention, I am none of the above, What I am..is for that special boy to discover..as I peel your layers and have a closer look inside you dear. I would like to add today, that I am a WOman of discriminating and varied tastes, but have a passion for all things pleasing and beautiful to My eyes and senses..and that includes you boy. Please do not bother responding if you do not have a photo..I do not waste My time "talking with" a blank sheet of paper. Your email will only be responded to when accompanied by a photo.
Now that I have that out of the way, do take care gentlesubs and A/all and have a wonderful weekend. Lady Wings |
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To A/all south of the border..a wonderful Fourth of July to Y/you.
I also need to mention the "age thing". I am not seeking a young boy toy. It is the toy with a mind as well that is compatible that I seek..the mind is such a delicious playground..and a little compatible discussion leaves Me the room I seek in exploring that mind. So please...no one that is under 35. And as for you older boys and gentlesubs/slaves..know that I am young at heart and body, and that My limit is someone that is not that much older than Myself. Picky..Oh yes. At this stage in My life..I have sifted enough chaff to want to get to the grains!!!
Please do not message Me unless you either have a profile with a pic, or include one with your message. It astounds Me at the number of submissives and slaves that "want to please Me..yet do not seem to think that following a simple request..AT POINT OF INTRODUCTION..is not necessary. Thank You.
Other than that, I am rather busy, also moving into a new home over the next week..but will answer all posts that follow My requests.
Blessed Be. |
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Anais Nin: WINTER OF ARTIFICE
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death. |
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Gentlesubs and slaves..please please..no more of this "breaking me" talk. I do not ascribe to nor do I condone the breaking of anyone's spirit, but rather the nurturing of it. What on earth do I want with a "broken" toy hmmm???Now, if we are talking breaking skin, certainly...do pleasure My sadistic side! |
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boys, boys. boys/ Please have the courtesy of including a photo of yourselves, either in your profile, or in your emails to Me..talking to faceless individuals does absolutely nothing for Me. Other than that I do appreciate each and every one of you little ones in your own special ways, and do try to answer all My posts. I do need to let you know..that I will be busy most every evenng this week..so find something to do with yourselves, while you wait for a reply..it will come. Oh, one other thing gentlesubs..do NOT present me with a list of your wants...although interested, this is no way to begin a conversation with a Lady..EVER!!! Behave now.....Lady Wings |
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After having received a number of posts, I need to let you know, I am NOT interested in a Dom..I may consider a S/switch. ALso, please do check where I live, it is a long ways from the Himalayas hmmm? Other than that I do appreciate all posts and will answer all polite ones. What are you waiting for..crawl closer and let Me have a look at you. (Yes photos in your profile are a requirement) Lady Wings
"Come to the edge."
"We can't. We're afraid."
"Come to the edge."
"We can't. We will fall!"
"Come to the edge."
And they came.
And She pushed them.
And they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire, 1880-1918
French Poet, Philosopher
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