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Hello Ladies I am Fabian Luciano, a shy very passive, docile, meek, submissive mulatto slave of colour, a professional classical and smooth jazz musician as well saxophone instructor at a Major University in Mi.
A truly rare erotic and exotic multiracial blend of French Canadian, African American and Sicilian decent.
Subsequent to a great deal of thought, consideration and prior mail response I now truly believe I may have in fact been completely, totally amiss, grossly negligent and narrow minded with my voyage in seeking a Mistress.
E.G. in limiting myself to two specific and categories of women, thus, dominant women of any ethnic heritage with a true and authentic longing and desire to essentially collar and enslave a true and real as well truly devoted submissive I.E Myself. I would essentially love and be more than willing as well genuinely honored with looking forward to opening honest, sincere, genuine and central dialouge with.
My complete and total motivation of creating this profile however still remains, to meet a sincerely sadistic domineering and overbearing malicious strong woman, with this hope of
forming a true 24/7,
Mistress slave relationship which might one day lead to sweet B&D matrimonial bliss, with a hard-core S&M wedding ceromony where i'd be branded and collared subsequent to the vanilla service.
I would give most anything to be slave to such a Woman whom would proudly degrade me privately as well in PUBLIC, treating me as less than a slave in the crowded streets of the city before the world and care not what anyone ever said nor thinks. Slave loves brutal face slappings and whippings, cannings, verbal abuse, tongue boot/shoe shining and polishing, foot worship, ass worship, public humiliation and most all forms of demeaning degradation.
Indeed your sincere docile yes man with big and tender succulent soft lips that's guaranteed to literally make your toes curl and troubles melt via my tender submissive sweet kisses and licks, is very well beautifully endowed, over ten inches long and just a hair shy of eleven when truly motivated, completely aroused and stimulated.
Add to that amazing stamina, a very hard/toned body with killer abs and no pride nor shame with my submissivness and you have thee essentially perfect sex slave and obedient meek house-boy.
Is a genuine and authentic slave, from head to toe completely to the bone, beat me, whip me, degraded, brand me and make me your bitch in bed, and i'll only crawl back to you begging for even more!!!
And as a final note I would simply like to add, when I was about 13 years old one day while secretly viewing my Uncles adult magazings I read a story written by Miss Vicky Lou a true pioneer and cavalier in Femdom titled "The Taming Of A Tycoon."
As a young boy I always knew that I was different from other boys my age, however subsequent to reading this story which was thee initial time ever I read or even heard of BDSM and or FemDom, I understood myself completely as well my true niche and calling in life.
And I will forever be grateful as well love Miss Lou for her endless contributions to the lifestyle and also opening my eyes and introducing me to it.
"In The Mindnight Hour She cried MORE MORE MORE!!!" "Billy Idol" Visit me on facebook, for more vanilla images and further information https://www.facebook.com/fabian.luciano.14

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1/11/2015 7:04:02 AM
OH MY HOW I ESSENTIALLY LOVE this Shit!!!
http://www.xvideos.com/video3904043/dominating_mistress_in_latex

1/22/2014 5:01:31 AM

 

 
                                              The Taming of a Tycoon


In part one of Miss Vickie's incredible story , we witnessed Vickie's charismatic power over her bi-sexual lover , Lisa , whom she lured into the woods for the express purpose of indoctrination into her world of subordination. Vickie , who had tied her devoted slave to a tree overnight and left him hanging, met Lisa at a local disco. She decided that Lisa had enough subverted energy to handle the scene , and lured her to the spot . Lisa , spellbound , and more than a little tough , responded naturally enough to her panties being sucked, not to mention her ass being licked by a hot tongue. Vickie , confident of Lisa's unsung potential, took her own completely equipped apartment for a few more gymnastics exercises.

At the finale of Part One, we see our Vickie at a gas station , asking the attendant if he would like to see what is making so much noise inside her trunk. ( its her slave , naturally.)

"Some kind of animal ?" the attendant sounded hopeful as he listened to the violent thrashing from within the trunk. Vickie slid back into the car in one smooth stride. " The lowest form of animal!" she said softly to herself
They headed for home through the deserted streets of early morning. When they arrived at the complex, Vickie quickly unlocked the trunk while Lisa opened the apartment door. Glaring at her demoralized slave, Vickie freed his ankles , hissing , "Get upstairs , fool -NOW!"

Once inside, Vickie pulled him into her guest bathroom by the chain around his neck. She fastened the chain to the rack on the wall, granting him some small freedom of movement from the floor to the tub.
Her voice lowered to a sarcastic rasp. " You have exactly five minutes to shower and clean up your grimy act . After you have sterilized yourself you may crawl under my vanity table and wait."


She turned taking Lisa by the hand. "This room had better be spotless when I return." They made an abrupt exit, leaving the slave alone, trembling and sweating.
He gratefully showered the rivulets of dirt from his body, pampering the stinging welts and sore muscles for as long as he dared. The he dutifully crept under the table and waited in a squatting stance.

The two Mistresses, freshened by a few drinks, cheap laughs, and a change of clothing, came to fetch him. They found him kneeling, his head to the floor.
"Turn around and look at us." He raised his eyes slowly from the thin spike heels and long slender legs in black stockings, to the soft fleshy inner thighs and taut bellies under transparent negligees. He lowered his gaze in a jerky motion, more distressed than ever.  Vickie smiled knowingly.
 
" The assortment of repugnant duties you will perform tonight will make the time crawl for you. This will be the longest evening you've ever experienced in a long time."
She placed a tender foot on his neck, forcing his face into the thick carpeting and crooned : "You are going to lick our feet as you watch us make love to each other. Then we may get a few fine dudes to come over and fuck us. You will gag from the tension as you suffer in bondage. After we've finished we may allow you to assholes with your slimy tongue. You will be tormented until you are spent and useless and I am ready to let you go."

Having dispensed with introductions, Vickie placed a pair of leather restraints on his wrists and led him to a special room, fortified with many locks. Lisa followed on her heels.
Vickie unlocked the intricate mechanisms. The walls of the room were lined with racks and other torture devices. In the center of the darkened chamber two red candles flickered.
Vickie studied the reactions of her slave with amusement.  " I formally introduce you to my playroom."

Lisa sauntered with a gamey bounce to a fireplace at one end of the room, the window behind her obscured by heavy drawn drapes. She sipped at her gin and tonic as she watched with anticipation.
Vickie wasted no time. " For openers, slave, I'm going to remove all the hair from your crotch! If you so much as grimace I'll include your head and eyebrows, which I may do anyhow."

She laughed angrily, slapping his cock. She raised his arms over his head, attaching his wrist restraints to hooks in the wall, then shaved him quickly until he was raw. She was not satisfied until his every ore was white and smooth as a baby's ass. Then she stepped back to admire her own artistry.

" I believe your cock is much longer now. You hid it to well with all that hair. This exposure suits you much better, and besides, you'll have to live with it for several weeks ..........you know that, don't you?"

Without giving her slave a chance to reflect, Vickie began her game in earnest. She chose from her paraphernalia a leather ball spreader with which she encircled his cock and balls. She connected long wires to each ball with an alligator clip. As she locked her slave into a chastity belt, his glazed eyes followed the path of the wire dangling from his balls. They led to a closed door.
We're going to watch your cheap histrionics until we get ourselves all wet and sexed up. " Vickie burst out laughing, but stopped just as suddenly. She glared at his prick , squeezing it hard.


" You fucking turd, you are one big nothing! Zilch! You are less than nothing because I made you that way. Later, when I leave you alone in this room, you will contemplate your wretched place in life, I'm sure of that!
" I suppose you would like to see what's on the other end of these wires dangling from your balls?" She pinched his nipples with her long nails. " Where do you think they go?"
Squirming from the pain in his tits, he braced himself for some strange and terrifying pain to come.

" I guess they are connected to some sort of electrical device."
" Well as usual, you are almost right, slave!"
From behind the closed door she brought the apparatus into view. In her hands was an old fashioned telephone crank generator.
" This crank box will cause the most obstinate of the strong to fall to their knees and snort like a pig." Her eyes gleamed as she teased him. " Now, Let's show Lisa what a good dancer you are."

She turned the handle with slow relish. An excruciating electrical fire pierced his balls. He screamed shrilly, losing control, but Vickie silenced him with a sharp slap across the face.

" Now that I've given you a taste of what to expect you can get ready for it! Any more noise and I'll stuff that mouth of yours with a dirty rag. And you'd be fucking sorry for it!"

As Vickie continued the charges, the slave's entire body gave jumping spastic spasms; he squirmed like a wildman. Both Vickie and Lisa , drinks in hand , laughed at the sight and were amused for a short period of time.
Tiring of his antics, Vickie ripped off his chastity belt and slipped a cock ring over her slave. She looked briefly at Lisa, who was so hot she could hardly stand still, "Lisa, suck on his prick, make it nice and hard. Don't worry about giving him a few well placed bits with your teeth. He deserves it."


Lisa had completely discarded all her slyness by this time, and was really starting to get into it. It wasn't long before a full blown hard on was in view.
Vickie took a peter whip out of her purse and handed it to Lisa. The peter whip , actually a miniature cat-o-tails, gives a terrible sting, but will not not leave marks. or cut the skin.
" Here Lisa, give him a few lessons of your own."
Lisa tentatively worked with the nuances of the peter whip as Vickie crossed the room, opening the doors of a large closet interfaced with length mirrors. She positioned the mirrors at a right angle, so that her slave could view himself being tortured, punished and humiliated.

Giving Lisa a few minutes, Vickie checked on the generator, making sure the wires were still attached to the slave's balls. She beckoned for Lisa to follow her and prepared her slave for solitary confinement.

" Hang around ,' She said in a campy street corner style. " The anticipation is greater when you see your own agonizing pain, never knowing when it will strike you. " She stared directly into his eyes. "Think about me , baby. "
Gently stroking the generator with her fingertips, she tossed the hair from her eyes, and closed the door behind her.

Alone and terrorized, the slave fought to free himself by trying to rip the chains from the ceiling. Vickie , hearing the racket from her invisible source, rewarded him promptly with a twist of the generator, sending a crippling explosion to his balls . Doubled over, he wondered, " What pleasure could my Mistress get from my pain when she is not even here to see it? Confused and exhausted, his body nonetheless remained rigid with fear.
Vickie and Lisa, fucking and sucking each other in the bedroom, watched every move he made from behind the mirror------ a two way trick job. He would never guess that they watched his agony from the other side of the closet mirrors. In between orgasms they enjoyed using the generator, his pain heightening their pleasure.
Vickie bored quickly of this sophomoric prank.


" Let me show you how well trained he is. Watch and listen to this."
She entered the chamber with a bowl. Then she unchained his cuffs from the ceiling. Commanding him to get on his knees, she chained his feet to his arms, enabling him to crawl around the room on all fours. She yanked his head up by the chin and stared at his full, pouty lips.
" I thought my slave would be thirsty." She placed the bowl between her legs and pissed a long golden shower. Shoving it under his stunned nose, she demanded , " SMELL IT!" Next to the stinking bowl she placed a cooking timer, set it for ten minutes, and issued her ultimatum: " When the bell goes off , I will return. For your sake, all of my piss had better be lapped up with not a drop on the floor! Do you understand? "

The slave did not reply as he stared catatonically at the bowl.

" Lisa, turn the handle and give our poor slave a sudden burst of energy!"
He doubled over in pain, clutching at his fresh shaven groin, but Vickie pulled him by the hair.
" Now do you understand? "
" Yes, Mistress , yes , Miss Vickie, Yes ma'am."
" Good , very good. Now I shall leave you in peace to enjoy your ---- shall we say ------ urine soup?"
In the bedroom Lisa was on her knees watching the whole scene. Vickie walked in, laughing hysterically .
" You're too much, Vickie. It's amazing how you handle him."
" You would be surprised how much fun I have with my slaves, and they love it because it helps them psychologically."

Turning to watch him through the trick mirror, Vickie analyzed his behavior for Lisa.
" Look at him, he just stares at the bowl, and being pressured by a time limit makes decision urgent. But I will tell you exactly what going he's going to do: first he'll try to hide it: he'll look for a place to dump it out. He will use up most of his allotted time before he realizes that wont work, and in a blind panic, he'll finally take a tiny sip from the bowl. Then he'll make a awful face and choke.

" At this point he'll experience a false sense of strength. He'll decide to risk my punishment rather than suffer the salty taste of my warm piss. When he gets to point, I'll give him a couple of turns from my charming generator, just to remind him of my power. He will realize his hesitation is futile, and in the few seconds left, will lap up every single drop of piss from that bowl."

Vickie was elated as she watched him suffer through the exact useless strategies she had predicated. The bell went off. Miss Vickie and Lisa sauntered majestically into the gloom ridden chamber.
" Did you enjoy your soup?"
The slave did not answer , but crouched in moody silence .
Vickie sprung into action like a wild animal, in a furious rage, she picked up a leather strap and laid ten lashes up and down his back.
" How dare you ignore me when I ask you a direct order? "
He began to cry and whimper, but nothing could stop Vickie now. He had insulted her in front of Lisa. She would make sure he never blundered like this again. "Get your ass up off that floor,"


She secured a sophisticated body harness on her slave. Then she took a steel pulley with a ski rope and connected it to a bolt in the ceiling. Knowledgeable of boating, Vickie was adroit in creating this type of predicament and would soon be picking up her slave like a large bag of potatoes with the 10-to-one ratio of the pulley.
Lisa had never seen Vickie so angry and was frozen in awe as she watched the determined preparation for Al’s execution. She figured that Vickie knew what she was doing, fidgety, but the intensity of Vickie's anger made her excited. A two-pound metal ball with chain was placed around his balls. Having it merely hanging from his balls was terrible in itself, but Miss Vickie insisted that Lisa keep the weight swinging to and fro like a pendulum Cries and moans came from the slave, but still that wasn’t enough for her.


"There is an ancient Chinese torture that leaves an impression for quite a long time. You have angered me, and you will suffer."
The slave knew that he was in for deep trouble, and that pleas for leniency would only make things worse for him.
From the closet Vickie brought five two- feet long bamboo shoots, bound at one end, giving them the appearance of a thin broom.

"Bamboo and cane are the worst instruments of pain that is lasting. I’m going to give you five hard lashes across the bottom of your feet. I dare say you are in the worst predicament you have ever been in your entire life. I would hold my breath if I were you."
Slowly, severely she lashed across his bare feet, and the pain was unbelievable for the slave. She gagged his mouth with a face mask containing an inverted dildo, still allowing plenty of room for breathing.
Lisa, unable to stand it anymore, intervened, "Vickie, you are hurting him badly."

"Lisa, if he is hurting so terribly, then why is his cock throbbing as if it were about to explode? He loves it, his cock throbs with each lash. The world of pleasurable pain may seem strange to you Lisa, but he can take anything I give him now. He is broken and loves it. He actually feels no pain, all he feels is the erotic."
As she continued to lash she glanced at Lisa’s puzzled face.

"You don’t believe me. The worst punishment I could possibly give him now would be to . . . stop! I’ll prove it to you. Remove his mask!"

Lisa removed his mask, giving him the right to speak freely.
Miss Vickie, still whipping his burning feet, asked, "You love what I’m doing to you, don’t you?"
"Yes, yes, it hurts so terribly, but I want it, I want to hurt for you, I will take anything from you."
In a hypnotic state he murmured his feelings of ecstasy.
"Please torture me, I’ve been such a prick. I’ve deserved this from you for such a long time. I’m yours, mercilessly yours. Give me more, I beg you"

Vickie switched the lashes to his ass.

"You see Lisa, if you were to so much as touch that throbbing cock of his, he would come so hard it would reach the ceiling."
Vickie had only half-finished. She launched into the last and final round.
"Remember that I told you that I help my slaves as well as hurt them. I have kept this oil kingpin from the couch of a headshrink for two years. He had so much guilt in him that he wanted his just punishment. His problem is that he is Chairman of the Board at a powerful oil company and everyone is afraid of him. The tables are turned now and he knows what I am capable of. Admit it, Slave!"

"Yes, yes it’s true, all true! Thank you Miss Vickie, thank you! I’ve searched years for you."

"I know you have. Now you think that every time you step on some asshole or make your family miserable, you can come to me for punishment and humiliation and all will be forgiven in your mind."
He nodded his head agreeably.
"I want to come back to you again. Yes, I need you."
Vickie drew her ace.

"I’m afraid not. The worst pain is yet to come. The worst punishment of all is that there is no one else out there who will ever do to you what I can. We both know it, there is no use looking."


"I don’t understand, Miss Vickie, what punishment are you speaking of?"
"The punishment, dear Slave, is that you will never see or hear from me again.Never!" Her firm penalty resounded through the long silence that followed.
Lisa’s mouth dropped open, her eyes wide and glistening.
"Out-of-far-fucking-sight! I’ve got to hand It to you, chick, you do know what you’re doing."
The slave could not believe what he was hearing. He experienced vertigo, emotional vertigo, much worse than mere physical pain. Tears began to wind their way down his cheeks.


"Oh, please don’t leave me forever. I will do anything you ask, I must belong to you"
Vickie laughed. "But Slave, I told you that first moment we met. You didn’t believe it then but you do now! I have helped you a thousand times more than I’ve hurt you and you will be feeling the results for a long time! Your feet will sting for days, your shaven body will remind you of me for weeks, but your heart will hurt forever. You will always remember how you felt that first time at the airport: with your hands held out and your pants down to your ankles, you were at last shackled and taken by me!"
Vickie knew exactly what she was doing. It satisfied her that she helped her slaves Indirectly, though some would never come to realize it.


She lightly stepped from the room, a smile of completion on her lips, leaving Al In his confusion. Lisa, intrigued and somewhat en-snared, trailed after.
"Do you do the same with all your slaves, Miss Vickie?" Lisa caught herself too late. "Ohh, shit, listen to me, even I called you Miss Vickie."
"Why don’t you say It, Lisa?"
Lisa paused, her voice softening. "Will you one day leave me forever, too?"
"You know where It’s at, Lisa. It’s best to cut a rose In full bloom than to watch it wilt and die slowly."

"What will you do with the slave now?"
"I think I’ll place him in bondage on the floor, let him sleep the rest of the night. You and I can have the rest of the evening to ourselves and then—hey, little lady, you certainly ask a lot of questions!"
Vickie stroked Lisa’s hair and kissed her softly.
"Well anyway, tomorrow I’ll find an old pair of jeans for him. He’ll awaken meek and embarrassed, truly thank me, and I’ll drive him to the airport, where he will again be on his own—a new man, confused but happy with himself. That will be that."
The girls made love for several hours and then Lisa went home.
The next morning when Vickie came to get Al, he was again surprised. She was as beautiful in bright colored street clothes as she had been in dominating sexy clothes.

"Good morning, Al, did you sleep well?"

"No, not very well," he said meekly, trying to adjust to his new role. "I was thinking all night about what you said—never seeing you again."
"I have chosen to do this in your behalf."
"Won’t you please reconsider?"
"You may call once in a while to talk, that’s all."
"Thank you, Mistress." He kissed the toes of her rust-colored leather boots. "Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

"These Jeans are the best I can do and you will have to take it from there. I’ve made your flight reservations for 10:46, non-stop to Los Angeles. Come have some coffee."
Miss Vickie can be a gracious hostess if she chooses.
While they talked the phone rang. It was Lisa, wanting to know If everything was aI-right. She sounded anxious.
"I want to talk to you about something, Vickie—lt’s personal."
"Do you want to talk about it now?"
"No.

"Well, I’ll call you tonight about six or seven."
Vickie drove Al to the airport and bade him farewell. On the way home she visualized the events of the evening before and was aroused again. She decided to go home and use her vibrator.

As she pulled up In front of her apartment she saw someone standing at her door. She climbed the steps realizing who It was, and realized that some things never change.
It was Lisa. Her slacks were pulled down to her ankles, exposing a beautiful garter belt and black nylons of her own. She held her hands out In front of her, looking at Vickie from way down under, "Tie them," she said.
 
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