MistressAzriel

    I have been thinking a lot tonight about the kinds of slaves that I want. Right now, I'm only looking for service slaves. But down the road, I'd like to have a whole menagerie. Service slaves, puppies, ponies, pieces of meat, pieces of furniture...a  little of most things. But there is one particular set of slaves that I find that I want the most. And it is not something I have seen anywhere.

     I want two slaves, a mated pair, who have beautiful singing voices to be my songbirds. Wear elaborate costumes, live in a large bird cage, and perform for me and my guests whenever I command it. Never speaking as humans do, but only in song. Any thoughts? Has anybody else ever wanted this?

Dreaming of a Seaside beating

I had a dream the other night. A delicious dream I wished hadn’t ended. My partner and I were staying at a beach house, quite literally on the beach, and our slaves had come with us.

 It was morning, and, as is often the case on Oregon beaches, windy, cold, and rainy outside. We decided to have a quiet day inside. I had sent the newest slave to acquire a few things.  There is a store on my favorite beach that sells frozen yogurt for dogs.  My dog was with us, and I decided she deserved a treat. That is one of the things I had sent him for. But he was trying to get back faster and wasn’t paying attention to what he bought, and accidentally got the tuna catnip flavor for cats. That was the last straw. I had already been angry at him, because the night before, it had been his job to brush out my hair, and while he was gone, another slave had been called upon to perform the same task, and found sand still in my hair from the previous day. Sand! So, needless to say, I was furious by the time he returned.

The day before, we had gathered a great number of shells. Nothing fancy or beautiful, mostly muscle shells. While my partner started the slave’s punishment (she made him eat the tuna and catnip ice cream, on his hands and knees like a cat), I oversaw another project. Two slaves first crushed the shells, and then glued the shards to a thin, fairly flexible cane. Once it had dried, and the slave had finished cleaning up after puking, the fun began. The cane moved wonderfully in the air, and the shell bits left lots of little tiny cuts all over his bare ass. Once the spanking was over, I had the other slaves help him into the slaves’ bathtub—filled with cold water which I had added salt and sand to.  His howls of pain quickly subsided, and turned to low groans every time he moved. By the time the required hour was up, I could see in his eyes just how defeated he was. And I knew I would likely never have to punish him again. That he truly was a piece of meat, only fit to serve and be beat by my partner and I.

You know....If I  judged people based on their photos, I have come to notice that not many have heads. Maybe that explains the rampant stupidity....

Someone very close to me has died, and I will not be on until I have found light again. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

I basically have no interest in males anymore. They're worthless, useless pigs. If you are male, be prepared for me to answer as such, should you decide to contact me.

Ladies- you are more welcome then ever to contact me.

I have been  thinking an awful lot about branding recently... I want a branding Iron in the shape of my mark...any artsy metal-y people want to give it a shot?

I've also been thinking about the softer side of all this. How nice it is to have a slave sleep on  the floor beside my bed should I need anything. How much i enjoy teasing and tickling. how I like to spend long hours deep in conversation. How nice it is to be adored unconditionally, and always have a hug or a kiss around when I want it, and never when I don't....

Dubaislave28 is a troll, only here to spread hate. I would suggest this individual is avoided.

Also- to those in Oregon:

 It has been brought to my attention that someone in the PORTLAND OREGON KINK/BDSM community is trying to blackmail a friend of mine into having sex with him. His name on f3tlfe.com (it wont let me put the link in properly, but you know what I mean.is Christopher_  and this is what he looks like:

https://.com/users/1677181/pictures

He has threatened to post her information on public bulletin boards, at Fred Meyer, as well as threatening to out her to her employer. He is also trying to blackmail her significant other into letting him perform certain acts with her in exchange for not going through with this threat...

This is not fucking okay, by anyone's book. SO... Get a good look at this pathetic excuse for a man and remember him. If he crosses your path, by all means, put foot to ass.

Could really use a nice, masochistic little slut right now to throw around.

Lately I have been having some pretty intense ideas for things I would like to make my slaves do. Like walking down a staircase sprinkled in broken glass to get to me. Whipping them until the skin is broken and then putting them in latex and sprinkling in salt. Branding them with My mark, over and over and over, until there will never be any doubt as to whom they belong. Forcing them to lie naked,  face down in a mud puddle so that I may cross without getting my feet dirty while wearing stilettos with heels so thin they cut like knives. Inviting a friend to spend the night, and leaving a dummy in the bed they were to have and ordering a slave to kill them, just to see how far they would be willing to go for me. Or perhaps there would be no dummy. Just an old enemy. Of course I have softer desires as well, but those are what have been in the front of my mind these last few days.

I have healed from the concussion, but tore my rotator cuff. Ah, such is life. That's what I get for teaching archery.

I am SO tired of wasting my time. If you contact me, you had better be real, be able to hold an intelligent conversation, and be ready to move forward at a reasonable pace.

To all of those whom I have been talking to recently, I must apologize for not being as available recently. I have had a concussion. I am doing better now and will be trying to contact you.

To everybody else: if you are a FAKE or a FLAKE, do NOT waste my time. Yes, I require all my slaves/pets/ponies etc sign a contract. No, I will NOT sign it until I am confidant in who you are and what you can bring to the table.

And just in case anybody thought it was somehow a mystery, no, I do NOT have yahoo, nor will I be getting it. Nor do I randomly handout my skype or telephone number. Yes, having money helps, but not having money doesn't rule you out as a possibility, nor does having money give you an automatic spot at my feet. Clear?

So apparently because I have a nice, professional picture of myself up, people are thinking I'm a fake. Let me reassure you that I am neither fake nor male. Least, last I checked. :P I'll have other pics up as soon as my computer behaves. Until then, NO I do NOT give my Skype out to just anybody that asks for it. If we have been talking for some time, and both are comfortable, then I will give it out, but don't even bother asking for the first day or two. Kind of pisses me off.