strictdave

I have not had the opportunity to really write lately, having a slave move in and  begin teaching her what I expect is a very long  and sometimes draining process, particularly when trying to balance  the trappings of life as well, what  I HAVE FOUND  OUT ...so far though is that I am  indeed going to have TO PUT A LOT OF WORK into this cunt , because my need for control and ettiquite and awareness and appreciation of this lifestyle and its tenets is something that I feel very strongly about. we have begun to discuss maqny things and begun to look at and imagine many possibilities, such as her being dommed by another or me finding another sub  to serve me as well, however before any of this can be examined . I am still trying to instill  how      WE are going to live and what slave principles are most important to me, so  FAR  CUNT ie, hole  Has changed a few things about herself in my physical presence  ... but  we are still working on a lot , but that is what a good  MAster DOES ...INSTITUTES          THE CHANGES  HE WANTS

MY cunt: recently my cunt was harrassed by  a so called self titled experienced dom ,,near where i live, apparently this dom is so domly that he feels that simply because my cunt is a slave,,that any slave  near his center of orbit, will simply crawl to him, THIS dom  was so in tune to everything he simply had to tell my cunt that it was obvious  THAT I wasn't devoted to her enough, AS If as A MASTER i have to show devotion,I DO not have to show devotion, I show STRUCTURE, regardless , I allowed  my cunt to write a rebuttel to him in her journal ,which this clown obvoiusly reads, although he can't read the word owned.MY cunt not only wrote , but wrote what i consider to be one of the most beautiful answers to this moron,there is,.SHe explained best she can to someone who will never understand ,...  what a bond is,,PS mR  fucking  alll that dom,, did you know she is also my gumball machine,,,thats right i can reach my hand in and take out any colored gumball i want out of her at any time,,,,,so keep on fucking looking

SHE can never be low enough to the gound for me, her pathetic full round whore ass can never be up and in the air high enough ,,those tits of hers  ,  though sweeeping the linolium floor can never be  pressed into the ground enough for me, those knees never never close enough to her little tis  ENOUGH for me,,, those eyes NEVER looking up and AND humbled  ENOUGH for me,     I D allow her even less physical space,,if i could,,,,,her    little DICE earrings swinging from side to side in her earlobes,,, pink lipgloss lips quivering,,,RED rawhide collar   with the heavy links of chain      all leading up to my forearm  > ME fully clothed LIKE MOST people ,,HER  BAREASSED and BOOTS...MY steel ruler     3 ft long   vertically     SLIDING up and down   her holes..... I SMACK her butt cheeks   ,,,they bounce ,,,then redden ,,,,,then SHE asks again to be punished ,,,,for the SINS of    being ....a  woman

ITS a bigfucking cherry wood paddle,,its got weight, size, and most important DENSITY to it... and there she is,,,the lil whore,,the lilcunthole, with her thin lil wrists clamped to the bedposts,,,,those long skinny legs in thier lil shiny tight red whore boots spread and bound .little pencilthin heels at each post of that bed,,,,I TOLD her  she was to walk in THEM,,like SHE  WAS BORN IN THEM  ,,,not all clumsy like some lil awkward cunthole,,and hats the first thing she did,  she STUMBLED in them ,,in those 6 inch  bootheels   SHE stumpled,,,NOW,,,shes gonna learn,,,her little round fat hore ass  facing sky ward,,,her little cuntface in the pillow ,,HER eyes already watering,,,moist ONE teardrop gliding down the bridge of her nose <<

She knows its not enough anymore to just call me MASTER, there has to be a certain sense of humility in her voice,as she says it, her tone must drip it,drip complete nd utter obediance ,and never louder than a soft hush , she KNOWS it not enough to crawl around on hands and knees on the floor anymore, there has to be  certain LOOK to it,, her tits must MUSTTTTTTTT be touching the linolium floor, and her knees must be pressed close to her dangling little titbags,,,HER chin needs to sweep across the floor almost as well , with her litttle big almond eyes looking up, those buns must be straight up poniting to the cieling as if she  were an  ass chair,for her MASTER to sit on,SHEK NOWS now ot must be this way, tight compact and LOW,,,, to the floor, to the  ground,,,to the earth... taking up as little space as possible ...she KNOWS

being the master of a twenty four seven submissive is like being  a parent,, you instill certain values over and over,,,and hopeyour own conduct exemplifies those values being enforced,,,and when you finally see them begin to jell  together in her,,,,her thinking, her actions,her mannerisms, the way she sees herself and the world,,,all  sculpted to your core beliefs,,,you can't help but feel proud

early spring in the woods, and  woman's open vulnerable wett throbbing cunt,   both smell the sme to me,,,,,deep and mysterious,,,unfathomable

she stands ,lil legs spread, lil arms behind back, lil clit pulsing in the ring and leash its attached to, her lil whorelette belly slowly rising and falling in cadence to her lil rapid whore breaths,,I STAND after getting up from my comfotable black leather chair, fully clothed....'like most people " I remind her. her leash slack wrapped around my forearm. I pick up my small pen flash light from the table and grab a fistful of her brunettte pony tail and tilt her hair back.I shine the light in one of her pretty brown eyes and watch  her iris get bigger and smaller  "MY VIEW" i BARK at her...."the eyes of a devoted whore MASTER' she whimpers back.. I slide the flashlight down to her mouth and open her mouth with my hrd hand on her chin..I shine the light into it and watch her pink toungue move from side to side to wet itself...'MY VIEW"  I say  in a hard monotone voice..."the mouh hoe of a cock  suka MAstahh" she ,manages to  eeek out.  """"yeah i  sy and runnnnnnnnn the cold metallic flashight cross her cheek..as i get ready to shine the stark light of reason alll over the rest of her BAREASSED body

amazing,what a lil more daylight does for the soul, April a month away ,what i'd give to cage and keep  ...her

SUNG to the tune of my FAVORITE THINGS>> SLUTS in white garters,,,and long elbows gloves,,,,,pussies that glisten and bask in...  chastity belts,,,,,  faces in lipstick and real thick mascara ..,,,,,,,,looooooking up AT ME,,,,,,,when the BUM stings   and her knees HURT, and I look DOWN at  my  pretty lil clown,,,,,,,, then I DONT feel so bad,,,,,,,cause these      yes these  yes theese...these are all ....a few of my favorite things

your ever obediant ass over my lap,propped by knee,,so that is strains arched  an inch from my face.... I SLOWLY and delictely trail a finger across the length of each thin red long line that criss crossses all over your feminine cheeks like angry abstract art.....BEAUTIFUL  each line delictely felt by one finger ,each line  with its own texture substance and hue,,, each line a testament to my artistic prowess .....completely content... i trace em for hours,,, ocassionally moving  my nose in to the lips of your cunt or the valley of your lil bottom       and SNIFFING.......what is     rightfully        MINE

you lay  on MY bed    in the only way you are ever allowed to lay on my bed,,,in your tight\ white creamy leather boots,  ,shiny enough to allow  to me to see my reflection, because you...are my reflection,,,and i slowly play with the shiny zippers,,,pulling them up and back down slowly  tooth by tooth unzipping and rezipping, course your boots and your feet and the  pencil thin heels that accompany them are all tied to the bedposts  by your ears,,,so your ass and its hole wink brilliantly at me,...youve  been this way long enough to learn  the newest rule and your ever tightening lil circle life of submission,, that MY bed as opposed to your matress that lays beside it,, has SHEETS and that those sheets and bedding when made are not to    HAVE...wrinkles . I walk over to you for thefourth time today and  kneel   ABOVE your lil ass and cunt pointing towards the submissive skies,,and    SLOWLY stroke     MY IMPERIAL COCK in fifteen minutes of GRUNTS and pent up lust  ..TILL MY HEAVY LORDLY JIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ once again      coats and drenches your cunt in MASTER milk,,,your cunt a wett glaze and puddle of MY seed ,,I get up ,,, and  go do,,,what ever it is i need to do,,,and as it slides down your slit and falls into a wett puddle by your precious lil ass in lil streams that cascade down your cheeks ....     that go this way and that....I tell you there will be another LOAD in half an hour

I notice one hair on your cunt lips,one lil hair that marr my expectations of youand your cunt ,,,we both know the deal ,and as you stand before me in failure, I SAY spread your legs.     I return  with the  lil pair of tweezers...open your mouth i bark...spread those legs wider,,,,the tweezers find the first lil hair and delicately PLUCK it away,,,  i stand upand lay the one hair on your toungue...keep it there i say..as i walk away to  get the  thick rawhide belt thats     going to teach you  about  having...A    HAIR

so cruelllllllllllllllll,the way I whip you cause I cant see my refection well enough in  your tight tiny glistening white hi heels. I TOLD you about that.... how they are to be spotless mirrors so i can see my arrogant reflection STERNLY looking atyourheavily mascarad faceallpuckered and wrapped  around MY fucking big fucking bruiser cock..............socruellllll,,,the way I lead you by a leashed clit ring....all big and chintzy..CHEAP gaudy chrome ring,,asyouwalk gingerly  onyour tallpencilheels,,,,,,because..............wellbecause.......WEbothknow that thats the way,,it's supposedtobe.... its your engagement ring I tellyou,,,AND your collar that thicktight heavylumbering collararoundyour pretty littleframe......with aname stenciled in....thename Inamedyou,,,,who cares what it is...what ever it is itsonlyone syllable,,,,,cause your not smart enough to remember a longer name I tell you,,,,so cruell so cruelll

RAINY DAY STORY: I lead you slowly up the stairs, your taut leash wrapped around my fore arm, no slack whatsoever, compounding the issue is that the leash is not attached to your thick black cumbersome dog collar, but rather your little preciousss clit ring,,,so you prance delicately on your tall pencil thin heels, clickity clacking  up up up the stairs and then clit  led ,,into the bathroom to the counter with the sink and the big mirror facing you ,,your bennnnnnnnnnnt over  face to face with your own reflection.All made up like a lil whore clown: big ruby lipstick, big dangling circle hoop earrings ,coated eyelash liner ...youknow   ....the way your WARDEN likes  you. "STICK IT OUT MORE" ......the (it) refers to your cheap black vinyl short covered ass,that molds your slitand cheeks like eel skin,,,,and the (more) refers to the fact that it just aint plain out enough ...for...ME.   ONCE bent   the way I WANT,' the way I NEED ,  The way your meant to be I  stand and TOWER behind you.... fullydressed of course, t shirt, jeans, mirrored sunglasses,  I study US in the mirror, MY HAND wrapped around your hair  i lift your face so we can look together...MASTER and whore, WARDEN and whore,,,,, OWNER and whore .... I peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel your lil glitter stripper shorts down,,,and BARK ,,,in nice whore language,,,,"GET that slit HOLE ready.....I'm gonna lay  SOMEEEEEEE DICK ROD IN IT....... whore"

WORRRRRRRRRRRRRDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS you' d DEFINATELY HEAR FROM ME:     TURN, ARCH,heeeel,arch,,,,,, ARCHHHHHHHHHH, jut it out, ...J        U        T        IT      Out...better much  BETTER,,,,,,,STAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY  archhhhhhhhhh          buns uppppppp.I SAIDDDDDDDDDDDD get your BUNS UPPPPPPPP.better ,,,,goooooooooooooooooooood goooooooooooood girl, THATS A GIRL,thatsssssssssss a girl. LOOOK BACK  face looking back,,,,,,,NOT THAT WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY , ALL THE WAY OVER ,,, i WANT to see your up side down face looking beteen your legs,,THATS IT  ,,,,RIGHT   THERE    S tayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy           JUST like that,,,,SHOW ME             SHOW MEEEEEEEEEEEEE ,,,,,gooooooooooood girllllllllllllllllll ,,,such a gooood girl, wetttt?   WHY ?WHY? did i say you could hget wetttttt, I do nottttttttttttt rember saying it. over here    OVER HERE NOW , not tomorrow not in 5 seconds   NOWWWWWWWWWWWW,,,,,,, ARCH IT AGAIN...ALLL THE WAY OUT,,,,,,,,stay HEEEEEEEEEEEEELS TOGETHER,HEEEELS APART  < HEEEEELS TOGETHER AGAIN,,,HEELS APRT,      

SHAPING a submissives perspective by shaping her language OR the diffference between MY BIG O's and her little o's.: The majority of time in training a submissive in my book, is not so much sexual, i.e training her to meet MY sexual needs, rather it is shaping and changing her perspective about about how she is to view her self through the language she is allowed to use or not use. Immediately if I meet a submissive whom I feel attracted to training, I let her know right off the bat that she is not allowed to swear: two reasons first it is not feminine in any degree, and the women i AM interested in i EXPECT to be ultra- femine in demeaner and attitude,  girly girls if you will. Secondly, swears are charged ambiguous words loaded with raw energy expressed primally, bettter left to DOMINANT MEN. I let a submissive know that if she is to express what she needs to with a more suitable and subdued language  and tone thats best reflects my atttitude as to how a submissive should speak. It is the first step in limiting her not through any phyisical restraints,  but ie mental ones.   ANOTHER  way of changing her perspective is by allowing her to only use certain words to describe something there  by coloringand  shaping how I want my submissive to understand a certain thing by the exact words I allow her to use to describe it. WHICH brings us to big o's and little o.s THE o stands for orgasm , the BIG O is reserved for me,  and only me . The little o is hers, she needs to call them little o's  and understand the difference between MY BIG OS< and her little o's.THE FIRST DIFFERENCE is that my BIG O's are of paramount importance.SHE needs to drain ever greater BIG O's out of me through her proper service and demeaner. GREAT BIG rivers of flowing arrogant jism across her face or bottom ,or GLAZED on her pussy slit SOAKING it, OR STREAMED in the dish she holds to catch my royal seed>in other words, MY O's are cause for celebration, and she is to celebrate for me , enthusiastictic words like oooooh DADDYSIR your gonna HAVE A BIG O i can feeeeeeel it> A GREAT BIG CELEBRATION of my BIG O's...which brings us to her lil o. NOW don't get me wrong..her little o is not little in the sense that she doesnt sub shiver to her core, when i snatch them from her body and take the lil o from her that is rightfully  mine..It's just that she is not to celebrate it  SHE is to feel it alone, let it silently shutter through her being with just lil whimpers  , cause they are lil o's ,given to her for only two reasons: to clear her mind ocassionally, so they she may better get back to the task of SERVING me.. OR they are given to her,simply so her MASTER has a proper reflection of his own PHYSICAL and MENTAL PROWESS....and her little o is  in reality nothing butTESTAMENT to that fact

MY favorite past time is turning vanilla girls into PEPPERMENT PATTYS

AUGUST... that fair secluded sister of july:who though cloaked in the same dress..... somehow wears it more yellowed.Never using words;she rocks softly in a thousand wicker chairs,,,with memories of stained ragtime years in her head. Looking across the rows of long dead flowers,and  sun scorched and weathered children of the flowers,,,,she waits,,,,,and she waits,,,,,and she waits,,,,,for MASTER  september to bring her......to the fair 

its all good

JUST a little little thought....JUNE CLEAVER must have been the greatest television submissive ever,,,she never back talked her WARD,,,,, her HI HEELS were always shiny enough so that WARD could see his own arrogant reflection in em all the time. Not a hair out of place,,,  she was always doing some  mundane thing  like dishes or vacuuming ,,,,things she SHOULD be doing , and in HEELS to boot, NEVER left the house...HOUSE BOUND I GUESS,,,per WARDS orders...WAY TO GO WARD  WAYYYY TO GO.AND  when WARD brought june  into  HIS den thats when he said   bend over  slut   and lets see.....   the BEAVER

LET HER KNOW.....that when she's being made to use to her submissive lil slit hole like a  piston ),all bent over in pencil thin boots and heels that reach the clouds,not to mention a size to small cause you like her RESTRICTED in all areas, and staring at nothing but the dull white chipped paint on the wall in front of her) that that tight lil hole of hers IS to KEEEEEEEEP moving back and forth across the WHOLE HARDER THAN HARD PLANE OF YOUR MOST ROYAL AND HOLY COCK.....friction is what YOU want..her cunt is to provide the constant repitive friction that YOUR LAWGIVING SHAFT REQUIRES....and friction  ain't enough...YOU WANT A GLOVE  a well molded tight GLOVE on yourROYALLNESS  ....SO LET HER KNOW she needs to tighten your HOLE  up....thatssssssssss it  ..LET HER KNOW  thats ittttttt .. thats the way itsssssss done..  thats the wayyyyy we do things round here,.. thatsssssss the way its gonna beeeeeeeeeeee......Your FUCKING MOST EXALTED COCK doesnt move at all. WHY SHOULD it work....you don't work  SHE DOES... perpetually up and downnnnnnnnnnn to what ever cadence YOU give her..  LET HER KNOW there is no devitaion from your cadence either, because its the cadence thats giving your MASTER  SHAFT the most friction,, and its all about you anyways....LET HER KNOW  those SLIT LIPS had better lightly    bounce  and introduce themselves to your big sweaty BALLS each time .. the whore primally, and in cadence... slides down your cunt tamer ROD....RELAX,,,smoke a cigerette  read the paper, if neeed be ,cause shes goona do all the work LET HER KNOW 

IN CELEBRATION OF BEING A MAN: it wasnt always this way.How could it be.I was born in the sixties when more and more homes including my own were being held together only mothers. it wasn'T that my father didnt care, he did , he told me every sunday, when he took me too his favorite bar on his visit day. In between rounds of my cokes and chips and his scotches and sodas...that I was his boy. I didnt and still dont disbelive it, he did love me in his own wounded way.It was just that he was incapable of actually being there. Around this time GloriaSteinum was burning her bra, and the cultural image of the male began to take its free fall journey into the scrap heap of collective consciousness.Archie bunker had to become Seinfield,,never allowed to raise his voice  sensitive to everything, to the point of being aware of nothing anymore.Images of bumbling stumbling idiotic men incapable of doing anything, thinking anything ,or believing anything became the norm.I followed this pattern , into my twenties, polite, thoughtful, shying away from contact sports or even hearing my own voice above a public library decibel and my life sucked, didnt matter what i had or who i had,  it sucked because there was no me there. What one tries  to squelch, nature will POKE out with a PITCH FORK, and eventually she did.I had my first real knock down Fight at26 whereI wasnt afraid to not hold back.Since then i learned MY masculinity is mine .It grunts out loud at the gym, no matter how much the metro sexual spandex management doesnt appreacite\ it,  It sweats and glistens,and tames and re- tames things I never knew possible .Its not always nice, seldom couth,it counfounds the weaker sex at times,but WHEN used unabashedlywith out apology it alwayskeeps em fascinated.  So go grunt , Go say No and mean it,Dont shave for a day or two, wear work boots and old cutoffs to the gym or out for a run not caring how you lookor if your in style.She is the one who needs to Look good all the time  to pLEASE YOU.

ADVICE TO YOUNG DOMS or those batting ZERO,,,,, there is this old Rod stewert song called 'gladrags and handbags" in which the narrator of the song laments the folly of youth or even more importanly immaturity, which  knows not the boundaries of any age...One of the lines  the narrator sings out"once I was a young man and all I thought I had to do was smile", I think this line can go for a lot of DOMS either young or immature  including my self at times,because there probably isnt one of us who doesnt have a weee bit of an ego. However, there will come a time if your need to be a dom and have a real submissive (and I say submissive not submissives,because the sooner your plane leaves fantasy island the better) who will truly follow you into complete 24/7 indenturedness to your marvelous and exalted ass, is the only thing thats going to make you truly feel authentic:then you best be prepared to get rid of the ego bubble you live in and get down to the brass tacks of becoming a DOM and A MAN who deserves all that.  First thing to realize is that when you are  sub-less a sad state of affairs in deed ,,alll is not lost .Being a DOM does not require having a sub,, because above all being a DOM is about being a MAN,so if your presently alone dont whine,play on your x box all day,and complain that there is no women there to serve your exalted DOM ass.Hone your DOM skills, and what are DOM skillS..its not how many intracate japenese knots you can make or how many lashes you you can whip across the ladies behind in the span of one minute. its about cleaning your fingernails and developing intellectually, think I

THE IMPORTANCE OF REVELING IN cunt's perspective:in the last few years i have pretty much dealt only with submissive women who at least know that they are submissive, but need to be taken to that place and taught that it is no longer aboutsubmitting to her own ideas of submission but rather her MASTER's version of submission.Thats one of the tough things a cunt has to endure on her road to MASTER. EVERY DOM is different so all the things a cunt has learned by someone else, may be totally disregarded and the slut is made to re-learn a new brand of submission. i give credit to the lil ladies who have to do this.A DOM can remain the same and DOLE out his same expectations over and over,but the poor lil flower has to re adjust everytime she meets a new daddy.dom,master , owner or whatever it is he requires her to call him.THIS  MASTER has a thing about having her be able to convey her perspective of her own submission in a very clear manner. she is to be my lil picture painter so to speak. So that when she is perhaps licking the floor clean with her toungue i want to be able to taste what she tastes right along with her,each soot spot, each grimy morsel.each piece of dried up unidentifiable spooge.in other WORDS ,,,I want to share her subspace with her.know howww she feels when she shivers and her universe is reduced to nothing but her toungue and my floor or her toungeand the dark cavern of my rear. Dont worry lil flower daddys right here with you  he FEELS what you feel and tastes what you taste

BE....ing a MASTER is not about the amount the of whips and paddles and floggers and fuzzy cuffs or stern looking masks you may have have acquired through years of posing,, saving up all your toys like a squirell for winter. I need no toys, no belts, no thirty foot dongs, NO jungle gym apparatuses any more...i just need a space mental emotional, physical presense: the right girl and  presto,,, girl will feel as if she lies at the BOOTS of Ceaser 

ALCHEMY,,,,,,turning base metals into gold. Ever since I decided that i was going to be a MASTER in mind body and spirit 24 hours a day seven days a week Some interesting changes began to take place internally. The first was the realizarion that the first thing I need to MASTER is myself.IF I was and am going to be a MASTER that demands complete obediance from my property, and shape her till shes see nothing butMY philosophy,MY way of looking at things, MY code of conduct , and MY expectations , I realized I was going to have to forge and temper and heat and cool my self till I both became and become that MASTER who has the right to DESERVE all that from his property. THe  magicians of old were the ones who started the idea of alchemy, believing you could change one substance into another. The posers and wannabees gave up when thier lumps of lead didnt become a pot of gold overnight.But the true Magicians soon came to realize that the alchemic process didnt take place in the external environment,but the internal spaces.It was there where the pot of gold rested.Sincehetime i decided that I was going to be A MASTER and think like A MASTER and act like a MASTER all the time. I believe that process of internal alchemy has begun.I carry my self better. I dont bitch about my life, I dont make excuses for where im at. I have become a lot more leaner and keep my eyes on the prize.Which to me is: being a MASTER worthy of a woman who will be mastered 24  seven and able to see that the road of submissionis one that reuires a lot of internal alchemy,yetttttttt.......she has a MASTER whom has already been on the road  himself

I guess:   I guess i'm a male chauvenist pig,,,An ARCHIE BUNKER of MALE-DOM who thinks the ding-bat  needs to stifle and get me a beer. NO, she isnt going to join the sunshine club.No she isnt going to sit in my chair. or any chair,  the dingbat can stand in stilettos maybe a size to small and light my cigar. now all you bleeding heart meatheads out there syaing but archhhhhhhh you got to treat her like a lady.I dont wanna heahhhhh from none of youse cause even GlORIA always tells me shes DADDYS girl SO if any of youse ding bats wanna be my edith.get your apron and stilletos on  and get in that kitchen ........THOSE WERE THE DAYS

LIKE HAMLET,THE PRINCE OF DENMARK I OFTEN WONDER WHY.     WHY am I a DOM? What mangled twist of nature,nurture and star allignment led me to grow up to be a DOM? lets see , well my mother was a very atrractive women and my father was very absent from my life, In his absence I grew up I guess to see my self as special. Perhaps in freudian terms I felt like I was victorious over my rival father.Nahhh I dont think thats what it was,apparently thats the same family dynamics thats the shrinks would say would make a man gay. Maybe as the only male in a family with a mother and sister I was a brat, got my own way, felt like the KING,,nahhh actually I felt empty wondering why my father had to desert the family.What ever the reason by eleven or twelve when my buddies were looking at playboy I already viewed that as over the counter aspiran , when what this fledgling Dom needed was tylenol 3. so my first submissive toy was laurie partridge from the partridege family,,,thats right shirley jones in my lil mind i had your daughter bent over panties down and cheeks flaming red and made to sing "cmon get happy" just for me.WHY am I am DOM,cause women look their best when being submissive

I have found in the past  fewyears since i have evolved and and accepted my need for greater control over a submissive woman ,that demanding to be a 24/7 dominant is like being black licorice.If your still with me and haven't dismissed the analogy as completely wierd, then bear with me. Everylil pretty thing, daddygirl,princess,slut,o, andwhore likes red licorice.Hell even the vanilla ladies like thier partners to DOLE out a lil red licorice every now and then. Alittle swat on the behind, some fuzzy cuffs from victorias secrets, a little cop/prisoner or bossman/office slut roleplay.yeah I belive that all women too a degree are a tad submissive and like a taste of the lil red licorice every now and then. .......But its those special lil darlings ,the ones that need the black licoriceof the lifestyle  .... that I find fascinating. These are the women who always amaze me,  intelligent usually, they give themselves to a MASTER  completely because they seem to comprehend that it when they taste the black licorice  that they feel .....most....feminine.