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Female Dominant, 33, bronx, New York
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Dominant Couple, 47, Ava, Missouri
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Female Dominant, 35, ny/nj, New Jersey
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About MistressCookie
HELLO EVERYONE THAT COMES TO READ MY PROFILE.
I AM MISTRESS COOKIE
I AM SEEKING ONLINE SLAVES AND REALTIME SLAVES.
ABOUT ME I LOVE CUCKS,SISSIES,AND LITTLEBOYS WANTING A MOMMY. IF THIS IS YOU MESSAGE ME. BUT WHEN YOU DO SEND ME A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF YOU AND A PHOTO.
I LOVE TO BE SPOILED AND PAMPERED. I HATE FOR A SLAVE OR SUB TO QUIZ ME OR QUESTION ME SO DONT . I WILL NOT TOLERATE IT.
WITH THAT SAID MESSAGE ME SO YOU CAN BECOME MINE. LOL
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VALENTINE APPLICATION
BASICS:
Name:
Age:
Location:
Height:
Hair (color and style):
Eyes:
Piercings/tattoos:
Phone Number:
OTHER:
1.
Do you drink/smoke?
2.
Do you like the rain?
4. If so...would you play in it with me?
5.
Do you like movies?
6.
If so would you stay up and watch them with me all night?
8.
Could we cuddle and just fall asleep together?
9.
Would you kiss my neck?
10.
Do you play any sports?
11. If so...what?
12.
Would you call me right after we saw eachother?
13.
How would you rate your kisses from 1-10?
14.
Favorite body part on you?
15.
What would you say is the best thing about yourself?
16.
Do you have any reps (ie: heartbreaker, prick)?
17.
Would you give me a kiss just because?
18.
Would u sleep in the same bed as me?
19.
Would u take me home to meet your parents?
20.
Would u have sex with me?
21.
If so, whats the soonest into our relationship you'd have it?
22.
Would you tell your friends we had sex?
23.
Would u let me touch u wherever?
24.
How smart are you?
25.
Do u have a specific body type that u like?
26.
If so wut is it? (fat, skiny, chubby, athletic,etc)?
27.
What would u do if i cried?
28.
If i were 2 ask u out what would u say?
29.
Would u makeout with me?
30.
If we got to the point in the relationship where I told you I loved you, what would you
say?
31.
Would u ever cheat on me?
32.
Would u ever trust me?
33.
Would you ever lie to me?
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Would you be proud to introduce me to your friends?
35.
How far would u go with me? |
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A TRUE Submissive is someone who is willing to serve in any and every way possible. A TRUE Submissive is strong and ambitious in pleasing a Superior Woman. You will thank me for the training you will receive from me. I will take your mind, body and soul and utilize it to my advantage.
I am fair but firm, therefore, read MY entire profile before you seek My attention (you will be tested on this and, if you fail, you will be tossed away like the lazy pretender you are). Connecting with Me is not a given. You must earn My time and My attention in many ways. Finishing this profile is your first test.
I want a true submissive who anticipates my every need, are you that desire come true? If you are..... I want to talk to you. If you are looking for a whore to spank you on occasion than go find a prostitute, cause ya ain't found one here. I deserve to be spoiled and pampered at any given moment and will not take anything less than complete devotion. those who think they can serve Me to My specifications
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On My Knees
This is what happens when I submit to The One who captivates me. All bets are off, All thought shuts down, just sensation.
Everything turns into sensation. A look, a fragrance, a taste, My mind fills with silence and there is a total freedom.
There is no quieter place for me in the world than on my knees at the feet of my Master.
It's as if I fall into Him. He could do anything with me, but because I am treasured, I am safe.
And I'm safe to explore, with His help and His care... all the deepest, darkest secret places. No judgement, No worry.
I love the feel of the collar as it's buckled around my neck the smell of the leather and what it means when that buckle closes, and cuffs close around my wrists.
I bring my hands up to feel the collar and smell the leather on my wrists and I'm transported to my special place.
It's so quiet here, and I look to my One and wait on my knees for direction to come.
I give up control in return for the peace, in return for the freedom, of such sweet release.
Pain and pleasure, first distinct then the same, as He carefully tunes me like a precious violin. Every string, perfect tension for a crystal clear sound.
Every chord combination just builds the composition, until the whole song comes together in a frenzy of sound.
Strings squealing as they're played, with the fever of a virtuoso, and he coaxes the last note the last note left to play.
And all the strings unravel as the song comes to an end, fragmenting, release of their tension. No more notes played that day
And again, peace descends as I'm back on my knees at the feet of my Mistress.
someone wrote me....
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my poem for today...
I'll never forget the way you looked
When I saw you there that night;
The way that you just seemed to glow
In the warm and gentle light.
If every time you crossed my mind
A drop of rain should fall,
We could swim on forever
In the greatest ocean of them all.
If every time I was proud of you
A flower bloomed anew,
I could walk on eternally
In a garden next to you.
If every time I craved your lips
A star was placed in sight,
Darkness would never fall upon
Our love of endless light.
If every time you touched my heart
A bell would somewhere chime,
We could listen ?till the end of days
To the music that?s yours and mine.
My love and heart are yours?
Every time. |
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Do you smile easily ?
Would you walk an extra mile to help someone ?
Are you action orientated ?
Do you know the difference between "a dominate and a dominant" Which one are you ?
What does "Poly" mean to you? What is your ideal poly dynamic?
Can you articulate why you consider yourself dominant and how dominance impacts your life ?
What are you looking for on this site ?
Can you articulate what submissive means to you and why you want a submissive (slave) female ?
Do you love life and experiencing new things ?
What do you think of right before you fall asleep ?
What is your favorite ice cream ?
What does "Know your place" mean to you ?
Do you know the difference between a brain and a clit. Which would you rather stimulate?
What was the last wild and crazy thing you did with little thought ?
How do you express strong emotions ?
D/do Y/you T/type L/like T/this O/or E/expect M/me T/to ? (if you do, do us both a favor and go on to the next profile. My fingers ache from typing that little piece above LOL)
Do your senses motivate you ?
Are you introspective ?
Do you enjoy coffee shops, art galleries, museums, movies, live theater, good jazz, concerts, visiting wineries, going on road trips to new and interesting places ?
Are you affectionate, honest and emotionally available ?
Are you a non-smoker ? Its paramount you are. Any substance. Period.
Is compatibility important to you ?
What makes you cry ?
What can you not live without ?
Are you a great conversationalist and do you enjoy active discussion ?
Do you have freedom to have a social life ?
What was the last book you read ?
Are furry four-legged pets important to you or can you live without them ?
Do current news events interest you ?
What are your deal breakers in a relationship ?
Is BDSM play something you can't live without a few times a week ?
Are you a sadist, confident in your desires to pursue them ? |
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apple picking
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the water-trough,
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and reappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
And I keep hearing from the cellar-bin
That rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking; I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall,
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised, or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep. |
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this i found and thought it was interesting...
- Do you keep secrets about your sexual or romantic activities from those important to you? Do you lead a double life?
- Have your needs driven you to have sex in places or situations or with people you would not normally choose?
- Do you find yourself looking for sexually arousing articles or scenes in newspapers, magazines, or other media?
- Do you find that romantic or sexual fantasies interfere with your relationships or are preventing you from facing problems?
- Do you frequently want to get away from a sex partner after having sex? Do you frequently feel remorse, shame, or guilt after a sexual encounter?
- Do you feel shame about your body or your sexuality, such that you avoid touching your body or engaging in sexual relationships? Do you fear that you have no sexual feelings, that you are asexual?
- Does each new relationship continue to have the same destructive patterns which prompted you to leave the last relationship?
- Is it taking more variety and frequency of sexual and romantic activities than previously to bring the same levels of excitement and relief?
- Have you ever been arrested or are you in danger of being arrested because of your practices of voyeurism, exhibitionism, prostitution, sex with minors, indecent phone calls, etc.?
- Does your pursuit of sex or romantic relationships interfere with your spiritual beliefs or development?
- Do your sexual activities include the risk, threat, or reality of disease, pregnancy, coercion, or violence?
- Has your sexual or romantic behavior ever left you feeling hopeless, alienated from others, or suicidal?
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today is tuesday, october 14th
i am seeking a angel......cuckold
if there is one out there.
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mother tears of joy; Pay it forward, good man:
A single, working mother is not a difficult thing to find. She'll be with a child or children, wearing no ring. Pretty or not, you'll also see the stress behind her eyes. Give her, this day, something to smile about - a reason to take a deep breath - and renew her faith in mankind.
Put a paid sack of nice groceries in her cart, be sure there are fresh flowers and something sweet just for her, as well. Hide a bit of cash in the bottom of the sack. Enscribe upon a note, "In honor of my Mother, The Goddess, and You. Food feeds the body, but flowers feed the soul. Be well, sweet lady." Sign it, "Some men still care."
This might take an entire hour out of your day~ but your kindness, payed forward and in honor of The Goddess, will return to you three-fold, in ways unseen.
If you are a man of good fortune, you could do this once a week or once a month. Can you even imagine the joy you would bring to so many ladies? The renewed faith that you alone, would rebuild into humanity?
::Blows the honourable men a kiss to their worthy cheeks, turns, and smacks the asshole men to the ground, with a single, crushing blow::
Only my best,
mistress cookie
someone else had this and i so agree with it. |
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well this is the month for spooks and goblins. I love fall and I so love halloween. all the kiddos running around in costumes and all the candy.....candy.....candy.
happy fall to all...... |
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Jeri and I had been married for about ten years, and
most of our relationship had been great. We enjoyed
most of the same things: music, sports, movies, and
sex. We made love often, and it was usually super.
Nevertheless, I had always had this nagging feeling
that she was not being completely satisfied by our
lovemaking. Still, I had to admit that she almost
always seemed to reach orgasm, particularly when I took
her clit in my lips and licked back and forth across it
as fast as my tongue could go. I could see her tummy
muscles tighten in spasms as she groaned faster and
faster until she cried out and then relaxed, becoming
all soft and warm. Her climaxes were similar when I
pushed my cock in as far and as fast and as hard as I
could, but those orgasms were not as intense (at least
I wasn't sure). As a result of this concern, I began to
wonder whether I might be falling somewhat "short" in
fulfilling her sexual needs.
As time passed, I began to develop a fantasy as to how
to test my theory that Jeri would be more satisfied by
a bigger cock. At first I thought about getting one of
those giant dildoes I'd seen in the porno store, but
decided that that would have been so obvious as to
negate the value of the test results. The only true
test would be for Jeri to think that I was fucking her,
but with a bigger cock. However, at least so far, there
were no hospitals providing dick enlargement
operations, so that meant that if I was ever going to
find out, I would have to find someone else (with a
really big dick) to fuck Jeri while she thought it was
me!
Where does one begin to recruit someone for this sort
of a plan? I couldn't go to a nightclub and "pick up"
someone. It had to be someone I could trust, someone
safe, and someone "hung". There were plenty of guys at
work that would love to get their dick in Jeri, but
there's the old saying about "don't shit in you own
backyard" that made co-workers out of the question. So
what to do?
It was about this time that an old friend from my high
school days called to say he was back in town and would
like to get together and renew our friendship. I didn't
put the two situations together at first, but when Mel
and I began reminiscing about out days together on the
Tennis team, I remembered why I had envied him. As I
recalled, Mel's prick was as big soft as mine had been
hard, although we never made a direct comparison. I
thought that he was very probably (at least physically)
what I needed to fulfill my fantasy "test."
As Mel and I talked, I learned that he was recently
separated from his wife, and that they were going to
get a divorce. He stated his displeasure at reentering
the dating scene, saying that all the really great
women had already found someone and gotten married or
were at least living with someone. He also confided
that he had once had a desire to pursue Jeri, but that
I had "beaten him out". This was almost too unlikely to
believe, but what the hell, I decided to give it a try
and see how far I could make this go. Could I really
let another man fuck my wife?
Over the next several weeks, we had Mel over for dinner
and we went out to the movies together a few times.
Jeri fixed him up with some of her girlfriends from
work, but nothing clicked. All the while, I was making
casual hints about Jeri and me to Mel, trying to see if
he showed any interest, He seemed genuinely concerned
about us, and I felt more comfortable all the time
about revealing my fantasy to him.
One night, after dinner, as we were having a drink, and
Jeri was on the phone with a friend, I decided to open
the door on my soul a little wider. I asked Mel to
confirm that he still found Jeri attractive, which he
did. I then began to explain my concerns about our
physical relationship. He understood, and joked, "all
you pencil-peters have that fear." "Thanks a lot", I
answered. "You're a big help." "Well, what the fuck can
I do about it?", he asked. "Look Mel, can I tell you
something in confidence without fear of your having a
bad reaction."
I proceeded to carefully outline my fantasy to see if
Jeri would have a stronger orgasm if she were making
love to me and I had a bigger dick. "So how you gonna
do that?" Mel asked. "Well", I said, "You asked what
you could do...." Then I went full ahead and detailed
what I thought could work to fool Jeri into thinking
that she was screwing me when in fact she'd be screwing
Mel. Mel was not too eager at first, but after some
long-winded rationalizing, I began to turn him toward
agreeing to give it a try. I asked him just how big he
was, to which he replied "big enough!". Finally I got
him to admit to 10 and half inches. "Sure!" I said.
"Want proof?" he asked. "I'm from Missouri. Show me!" I
got a ruler, he got it hard, I checked, he'd lied... it
was actually just over 11 inches.
"Whoa", I said. "Ever size, maybe this wasn't such a
good idea after all. But I'd committed to this course,
and I was determined to get the answer to my question.
Obviously, it would be necessary for Mel to be present
without Jeri knowing it, so the first order of business
was to select a location where I could be fucking Jeri
while Mel was close by. We decided on the rec room,
because of the storage room nearby where Mel could hide
until I got things going. There were these big floor
pillows that Jeri and I had fucked on before, so that
wouldn't arouse her suspicion. Next, we had to figure
out how to get Mel into the storage room without Jeri
knowing that he was even in the house. We figured that
we cold "sneak" Mel into the house while Jeri was at
the store.
Then we had to come up with a way for Mel to relieve
himself in case he had to take a piss while he waited
in the storeroom. An empty coffee can with its plastic
lid would work OK. Since there would be no easy way to
signal Mel when to come out of the store room, we
agreed that he would just have to peek around the
doorway to the rec room and use his own best judgment
as to when to come in. The lights would have to be off
so that Jeri would not be able to see Mel and I trade
off.
Finally, the big night came, and as Jeri left in her
car to go to the store, I called Mel He parked around
the corner so that Jeri wouldn't see his car when she
returned. "Are you sure about this?" he asked as he
came in. "Yes! I've got to find out, or I'll wonder for
the rest of my life." "OK," he replied, "as long as
you're sure." We checked out the storage room, and the
path through the rec room, so that he wouldn't trip on
or walk into something as he approached in the dark.
Fortunately, there was a moon out that night, which
would help light the rec room a little through the
skylight.
We went over the plan while we waited. I would give
Jeri enough to drink to get her a little tipsy and then
start making love to her on the pillows. I would get
between her legs and caress her thighs and hips with
both hands, one on each side. I would continue this
caressing as I put my cock into her.
At this time Mel should show up and get into position
behind me and a little to my left. As I would bring my
left hand down her right leg, I would lift it away, and
Mel would begin to caress her as I had done. Then I
would pull by cock out of Jeri's pussy and run it along
her thigh, back and forth, while fondling her clit with
my right hand. As I reached as far down her leg as I
could, Mel and I would trade places, and he would move
his cock down her leg and into her pussy. His hand
would take the place of my right hand as we finished
the switchover. It sounded like it would work OK. In
any case, we would know pretty soon.
When Jeri returned, I helped her put away the
groceries, and asked her if she'd care for a drink.
"Sure," she said, so I fixed her a Gin Tonic, her
usual. I fixed a Scotch and water for myself, very mild
so I could stay alert and coordinated. We went to the
rec room, talked about work and about going on a
vacation to Lake Tahoe next summer, and danced to some
'50s music on mine weak.
Jeri was enjoying the mood, and her body was warmer and
her kisses more demanding all the time. After still
another drink, we danced to an old Elvis ballad ("Love
Me Tender") and she began rubbing the front of my jeans
with her hand. I kissed her deeply, and began undoing
the buttons of her blouse. "I love you, Jeri," I said
as kissed he neck, then her breasts. Her tits were so
very firm, and small but not "little", just perfect!
Her nipples pointed upward slightly, and were hard and
hot as I sucked on them.
Gradually we undressed one another and held each other
close, kissing. As we sank slowly to the floor, I
turned out the last light, and slid one of those big
pillows under Jeri. I began caressing her arms, her
breasts, her tummy, her thighs, her everything. Jeri
was only moderately active, probably from the booze,
which was exactly what I'd hoped for. As I kissed my
way down the front of her, she moaned softly. As my
tongue parted the lips of her pussy, she only moved a
little. It was then that I pressed against the insides
of her knees until she had spread her legs wide apart.
I hoped there would be enough room for the switch from
me to Mel. I continued to kiss her pussy and caress her
legs until I felt Mel move in behind me. I almost
panicked at this point; for fear that Jeri would
realize that I was up to something and that she'd get
pissed off. But she was still enjoying my attention and
didn't sense anything other than my tongue, and my
hands. Slowly, I raised my head up from between her
thighs and moved myself into position. I gently eased
the tip of my dick into her and then pulled back,
rubbing the tip around the outside. All the while I was
rubbing up and down her right leg with my left hand and
fondling her pussy with my right.
When Mel put his hand on my left forearm, I almost
jumped. I wasn't expecting it, but managed to maintain
my concentration. I raised my left hand off of Jeri's
leg, and Mel took over the caressing on that side. I
pushed my cock back into Jeri, a little further this
time. I moved myself as far to the right as I thought I
could without arousing suspicion, then pulled out
again. As I moved the tip of my dick along Jeri's right
thigh, she moaned, "Please put it in again."
I raised up as far as I could on my knees, and Mel
began to move in front of me. In the dim moonlight,
shining through the skylight, I could see his big cock
sliding down her thigh.
"What the fuck am I doing?" I thought. But before I
could think about it I had to move out of the way. That
required pressing very tightly against Mel's back. As
my dick passed over the crack of his ass, "No, this is
not the time for that kind of new experience" I
thought. I moved all the way out then, and positioned
myself so that I could watch the penetration. Mel was
so big! I felt very strange as I watched the tip of his
dick enter that beautiful "honey hole" that, up to now,
had been my private playground.
In it went, past the tip, past the circumcision scar,
down, deeper, deeper, all the while Jeri's moans
getting louder, deeper, different than I'd ever heard
before. "Oh, that's so good!", she said in a low, very
soft voice. "Don't ever stop!" Mel picked up the pace,
faster and faster, deeper and deeper.
Jeri's moans were almost gasps. "Oh, Oh god, Yes, Yes,
YES!!" It was finally over.
It was then that I heard those words that I'll never,
ever, forget. "Oh, Mel, you're such a good lover! You
always were the very best!"
To make a long story short, Mel and Jeri lived happily
ever after, I jack off a lot.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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Word Of Day...........
A cuckold is a married man whose wife has sex with other men. In current usage it sometimes refers to non-married couples in committed relationships as well, although the traditional meaning is a man whose wife is adulterous |
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Love is giving with no thought of getting. It is tenderness enfolding with strength to protect. It is forgiveness without further thought of the thing forgiven. It is understanding of human weakness, with knowledge of the true man shining through. It is quiet in the midst of turmoil. it is trust in god with no thought of self. *It is the one altogether lovely, the light in the mother's eyes, the glory in the sacrifice, the quiet assurance of protection.
It is in the expectation of our fathers promise coming true. It is the refusal to see anything but good in our fellow man. It is the glory that comes with selflessness and the power that comes with assurance of the father's love for his children. It is the voice that says "No" to our brother, though "yes" might be more easily said. *It is resistance to the world's lust and greed, thus becoming a positive law of annihilation to error.
Love..... the one thing no one can take from us... the one thing we can give constantly and become increasingly rich in the giving. Love can take no offense, for it cannot know that which it does not of itself conceive. It cannot hurt or be hurt, for it is the purest reflection of your soul. Good. It is enternal, indestructible force for Good. It is the will of preparing, planning, proposing always what is best for all the universe. |
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I love this..................
I am a Mistress, a dark Goddess, a gypsy, a spiritual sadist and a ritualized mother; a full time pro top, bondage model, occasional bottom, but never submissive; I am always ISO sincere subbies for pro sessions, and lifestyle friends for fun. |
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In your smile I have seen the unencumbered joy of a child.
From your mouth I have heard the wisdom of the ages.
From your lips I have tasted the sweet wine of your kisses.
In your eyes I have seen the light of love and the warmth of pride.
In your heart I see the light of the Goddess and your devotion.
From your heart I have felt the greatest joy and the deepest love.
In your arms I have know the sweet of ecstasy of your lust.
In your arms I am secure in the stillness of your love.
At your hands I have known pleasure and pain.
At your hands I have felt your passion.
In your hands I have placed my life.
In your soul I have placed my love, my heart
At your feet I have gained the world
In you, I have found home. |
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When I see the stars
Upon the midnight blue
Across silvery trails
Dreamy paths I pursue
As love leads me on
I am guiding to dreams
Embracing the night
In view of moonbeams
The moon is glowing
I see stars shine bright
Love and light shone
Where dreamers unite
Here upon the shore
We gazed face to face
In moonlight serenity
Dream lovers embrace |
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I feel that submissives cannot DEMAND anything. As a Mistress, it is my prerogative to reveal myself to my serious subbies.
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hello all..........today is a good day for me....I am needing pampering though.. hehe...........any takers...
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Give a Smile to Someone
To smile at your neighbor is more important than to treat him to a drink. Johanan b. Nappaha, Talmud: Ketubot
"We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience."--- unknown
I have accepted fear as part of life--specifically the fear of change. I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says turn back.
-Erica Jong
" Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart."
~Author Unknown
The three hardest tasks in the world are neither physical feats nor intellectual achievements, but moral acts: to return love for hate, to include the excluded, and to say, 'I was wrong.'
----//\-----Please ----//- \----put this ---|||--|||---on your ---|||--|||---account ---|||--|||---if you know ----\-///---someone who -----\///----has died ------///----of cancer -----///\---or is fighting ----///--\--it now........ |
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Why Worry About Tomorrow?
Why worry about tomorrow And the rising of the sun, Or anguish over past mistakes That cannot be undone? Why waste life's precious moments On things that bruise the heart When today is ours to fashion Into a work of art? Today comes but once, my friend, It never can return - So use it wisely while you can, There's a lesson you may learn. Let history record the past And tomorrow come what may. Be content to do your best With what you have today
"The best things in life are yours, if you can appreciate them." - Dale Carnegie
"If you have not often felt the joy of doing a kind act, you have neglected much, and most of all yourself." Author:A. Neilen
"When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. " Author:Abraham Joshua Heschel
How many opportunities have you missed because you were not aware of the possibilities that would occur if you applied a small amount of effort beyond what you normally do? --Sam Parker
In all things, be willing to listen to people around you. None of us is really smart enough to go it alone.
-- John Clendenin
"The ideas that have lighted my way have been kindness, beauty and truth." Author:Albert Einstein
"Kissing and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing, is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down." - Drew Barrymore
"Forgiveness is the economy of the heart.?forgiveness saves the expense of anger, the cost of hatred, the waste of spirits."
...the only thing that stands between a person and what they want in life is the will to try it and the faith to believe it possible!. --Unknown
Which One
An old Cherokee chief was teaching his grandson about life...
"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.
"One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego.
"The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.
"This same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"
The old chief simply replied, "The one you feed."
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just for fun answer this.....
25 ways to show respect to your master/mistress.
25 ways to show disrespect to your master/mistress..
i found this on another site and liked it see if you can give me all 25.... |
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I am curious how many struggle with surrender or submission?
do you find it more rewarding to see the internal struggle followed by the surrender?
Do you ever feel angry and resentful about having to surrender, knowing its what you signed up for, but you just DONT FEEL like it sometimes, and you "still" have to do it. (like getting up to fix HIS breakfast when you'd rather sleep in.)
This isn't a personal issue, I was just thinking after reading a bunch of threads on here today, and I wondered how many people struggle internally with their slavery and surrender, and still manage to get through it.
what do you do that helps these feelings?
How do you (or your Master) help you with these feelings?
Does your owner take sadistic pleasure in watching you suffer this way?
JUST SOME THOUGHTS |
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wanted him to fuck my ass now. I wanted him to finish. I wanted him to come on me, or piss on me or whatever he had next in mind. But he stopped. The bastard.
It was only then that I realized the pain that I was in. My shoulders hurt from being pulled back, the back of my neck was sore from the constant tension of the collar. My nipples were raw and hurt like hell, (I don't even remember when that happened!) My breasts were sore from all the pulling and tugging that they had been through, my jaw hurt from the gag, and my nose was running. About the only part of my body that didn't hurt was my pussy. It was wet and ready for more. God how I hated myself for thinking that way. I should be outraged. I should be screaming my lungs out, after all I was being raped in a brutal fashion. But all I could think about was more. I wanted to see my attacker. I wanted to feel him cum on me. I wanted...
Suddenly my thoughts were cut short. I felt his cock at the opening of my pussy. Finally he was going to fuck me and cum. Finally I could feel him shoot his hot cum into me and feel the pleasure that I felt. Finally I would... Oh God! That wasn't him, this cock was huge! Oh my God theirs two of them in this room. That would explain everything. One was watching and it was now his turn. He was huge. I don't know cock sizes but I would guess this thing had to be 9 inches by 5 inches around. Oh fuck! I was being split apart. Oh my god don't stop! I couldn't believe that I was thinking this. I was being filled up by some stranger and I loved it. Suddenly he did stop though. And his massive cock was in me to the hilt. Then I felt something wrapping around my thighs. It was some sort of band or something. Then I felt him doing something behind me. My God! He had a massive dildo in me! I was being fucked by a huge dildo and now he was securing it with a band of some sort. Then he pulled the dildo out of me and let it go. It slammed into me with all the force of a runaway truck. I thought it was going to impale me. Again and again he played with me this way. Like a little boy with his little toy, he shot his massive dildo into me. And again and again I came. Every time I felt him pull it back shivers ran down my spine waiting for him to release it into me. And every time he did, it slammed into me and made me cum. God how I hated and loved this man. Then just as suddenly he stopped shooting his dildo into me. What next did my lover have in mind?
It wasn't long before I knew. I felt the lube running down the crack of my ass. Now I was going to get it in the ass. Oh god, what if he used his massive dildo on me. My ass was a virgin. I think I could handle his cock, but not this thing. Then I felt his cock at the opening of my ass. Wait, I still have this huge cock in me!!! I tried to squirm away, but was slapped hard on the ass and the dildo pulled out and fired back into me. Then he entered me. It felt good in an odd sort of way. He started to slowly fuck me in my ass. He must have known that I was a virgin back their, because he made love to my ass. He slid his cock in and out slowly and evenly, never getting rough, never speeding up. My ass responded in the only way that it could. I started to cum. I couldn't believe that I was cumming by being fucked in the ass but I was. I screamed in pleasure, feeling his cock in my ass and this huge dildo in my pussy filling me up.
After I came he started fucking me all the much more. He grabbed my hips and was pulling me back into him. My asshole burned with desire for his cock. My pussy was filled with his dildo and my breasts were being smashed against the bed. I was in utter bliss. His fucking increased in speed until he pulled almost all the way out and stopped. Then I heard him say, "fuck me slut." It was so fast. I couldn't make out the voice. I wanted to hear him speak again. Then SLAP< SLAPHe then unsnapped my collar and took the cuffs off of my feet. Then he placed me again over the bed, except this time I was laying prone across the mattress. Then I felt him get off of the bad. I heard him get up and a clicking noise of some sort. I KNEW that noise. My mind raced trying to associate the sound with a picture. What was that? I knew I had heard that noise before.
The pain was unbearable. Every fiber in my body reacted. My muscles tensed and I screamed like a animal caught in a trap. The noise that I heard became clear to my mind. It was a Zippo lighter. I was being branded on my ass cheek. The motherfucker had raped me and was now branding me. I would kill him if I ever could see him. But how would I? He knew exactly what he was doing to me from the start. Everything that he had done to me had been planned out. Days maybe even weeks in advance. I was now his. I was marked for life. Then I passed out from the pain.
I awoke the next morning. I looked around. My room was perfectly fine. My ass was sore, my ass cheek hurt like nothing I had ever felt before, my pussy was swollen and puffy, my nipples, breasts, and jaw ached. But somehow I felt content. Somehow I knew that I had just had the fucking of my life. I knew that I had experienced things most women don't even dream of. I got up and went to my purse. I knew what I would find their but I had to check. Yea, it was all their, money, passport everything. Then I remembered my brand, I had to see it.
On the way to the bathroom to look in the mirror I saw his note. It would have to wait, I had to see what this devil had done to me. I turned as best as I could but my ass was covered in dried blood. I jumped into the shower and tried to wash the blood and scab away. I jumped out and patted it dry. A Scorpion. What did that mean? I toweled off and went out to read his note. Their on my dressing table was the biggest blackest dildo I had ever seen, a bottle of "astroglide" lube, and the following...
Siri.... See you when you get home |
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Like a bird with no wings
Or a violin with no strings
Like a song without a tune
Or the sun without the moon
Like the stars without night
Or the will without the fight
You'll complete me
Like the beat with no drum
Or the wild horse freed and nowhere to run
Like North with no South
Or a kiss with no mouth
Like my pulse with no heart
Or the end with no start
You'll complete me
Like the sand without the seed
Or the child with no hand to feed
Like the breath without fresh air
Or the cake with noone to share
Like the Sea without the wave
Or the Master without the slave
You'll complete me
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You came out of nowhere, just when I thought I wouldnt be able to let anyone in, after deciding to fill my life with bdsm in a totally different way, you sat there and broke down my defenses one by one.
I doubted you, it all seemed to good to be true. Its been so long since that spark had been lit, the butterflies, the chemistry.....It all happened pretty quickly but it tends to for me, or should I say, if they dont knock me off my feet and on to my knees (figuratively of course) on the first date, they usually never do.
Your eyes are so kind, your hand so firm and you move me by the way you inquire as to what I like, how I like and at what pace.....I have a choice and the more choice you give me the harder I fall, the more I give in to you
How do I overcome the doubts I have? when I am with you I trust you completely....my boundaries are vague they somehow cease to exist. Its when you leave, when the sensibility sets in, I question.
Is this really finally happening or am I going to wake up from this dream and discover, that you like so many before has been untrue?
All I have I am giving to you, all I have is who I am. Will this journey take me to that place, I have longed for for so long, or will it be just another broken memory? |
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