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CatamountDom
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extrmpainslv999
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~He is the half part of a blesssed man. Left to be finished by such as She; And She a fair divided excellence, whose fullness of perfection lies in him.~ i, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness,who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. Anais Nin
The pain during and after a beating is simply cathartic. I believe it is a window for the soul and the heart to expressly combine and manifest their inner pain and suffering and channel many levels using the body as a conductor. Through this window passes this amazing physical process, a marvelous and bizarre fire that sears within our beings, craving its release...To have this outlet, to have One, your Mistress... that CAN and WILL connect such agony and torment and transfer it into such beautiful cathartic release is a joy... ~Miss Ivy~
It is a delight to find Ones pet, the key piece of the puzzle...to know that O/Our search is not a fruitless one, but one of great reward and worth every effort.
If I am continuing to regularly write you~ I want you to feel good that we are getting to know each other, that I picked you. I can have anyone I want you see. I am humbled and gracious about it, sometimes there is such confidence within me, I forget that people may see it as arrogance or being pompous. So fucking what I say. They don't know me. I know me, I know my heart. Half the dommes out there couldn't get out a word , let alone throw themselves in front of the moving vehicle for their pet ... I know me. I would. I have felt that. I would take a bullet for MY PET. I know it sounds crazy to some, but to ask for the level of devotion and commitment most do , it almost dishonors the sanctity of it to not return the level of this. For me not to treasure and culture them as if they were my gem, my pearl, my PRECIOUS treasure. See, MY treasure is a reflection of ME and my training and efforts. If they shine and sparkle and their souls are effulgent from the inside due to our connection and my training or influence in any way- then my job has been done well. That inner light that shines is not MY LIGHT, it is their own, I just helped direct a bit. I mean, there is always room for improvement, as you know, but when a slave , bound in their voluntary submission, basks in the freedom created by their slavery....my god, it is truly what I work for. When I see it~I do thank god~ I trained as a sub before I became a Domme, but that is not why I understand this so well. I live it with you, experience it thru you. There is no me-without you. There is no ego to this. I do not even exist without you. I am honored by the gift of anothers submission and would never trivialize it or abuse it. The gift of them coming to me on their knees is humbling and the love and devotion I recieve from a slave I try to return tenfold. They are my children, my sluts, my whores, my slaves- and I their mother, lover, tormentor, siren of titan, seductress, demon, protector,caretaker and Queen...and all is right with the world. I am a Dominant. It has been an evolution that has made me stronger for its time and duration. I administer for each slaves needs. Now you must realize, some need pain, some need nurturing, some need chastity and torture unending and for the rest of their lives...it is my job to suss out and determine just what they need and provide as such. Which I will do happily, viciously and lovingly with all my sadistic , tender heart. Crazy, isn't it? Lol I have never been sub to a woman, tried it... Let's just say it turned into a royal battle of epic proportions, lol.I live this lifestyle at a seriously self imposed angle, straight up. I try to use discretion in this arena of my life, while happily I remain honest and forthright about who I am. I am pretty damn open.This is not something I just dabble in, it is who I am and I feel it coursing through My veins like hott lava. I am finding it harder and harder to function and get through my days. They are filled with constant fantasy.Don't get me started on my nights...
~~~~~~~~~~~~A Dominant is a Ruler, but never a Tyrant. But to rule requires understanding, and understanding requires humility. A Dominant has Pride, but never Arrogance. But pride requires dignity, and dignity requires humility. A Dominant commands Respect, but never Fear. But respect requires serenity, and serenity requires humility. A Dominant employs Strength, but never Force. But strength requires knowledge, and knowledge requires humility. A Dominant criticizes, but neverderides. But criticism requires insight, and insight requires humility. A Dominant receives, but never takes. But receiving requires giving, and giving requires humility. A Dominant completes, but never tries to alter. But to complete one must be able to see what is there, not what is missing, and THIS most of all, requires humility. ~unknown author~ If you're happy and you know it clank your chains!
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my little fucktoy,
i pulse and my pussy pounds still, with every beat of my heart. I just spent a few moments looking at your pictures and imagining that cock of yours...teasing you, roped up and bound, gagged so no sound...both hearts on the pound. i wear dark mauve lipstick with extra gloss, perfect for that one single lip print at the base of your cock.i can feel you deep in my throat and my pussy contracts just at the THOUGHT of filling my throat and hott mouth. again and again she pulses and contracts, imagining other things. her lips so hott and slick with juice, u slide over that shaved skin and cannot even get IN because I am so tight and she is so slick. your head sliding up and down, sensory explosions...until finally I end the torture and slowly, slowly slide back up onto that hard cock. i cannot help myself now and then. i moan in blissful agony. i can feel you fill me up and hear u moan in return. it is everything and we are present, yet at the same time gone...absent...so far from here in our own world. i am rocking on you, forcing the rhythm i want...my only complaint is that i cannot have my sweet mouth on you and have u in my pussy at the same time...such are the complaints of a woman like me, lol.
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ropework...
our mouths dry and aching
the psych doctor wonders why
I see in my minds eye
rope wrapped
wonderfully twisted
mouth dying to kiss it
body writhing
sounds of sighing
and panting
unintellible ranting
hott glistening skin
perspiring hott
NOW the spider most certainly caught
or perhaps ...it is just all the leather that's hott
who will win?
is this sin?
Mistress grins
She hasn't even begun to begin
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i,
with a deeper instinct,
choose a man who compels my strength,
who makes enormous demands on me,
who does not doubt my courage or my toughness,
who does not believe me naive or innocent,
who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
Anais Nin
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Read this from my former slaves post of some time ago...made me feel so many things, melancholy in heart, sorrow and then immediate satisfaction. Who has done what we have, who has lived what we have...WE have, that's who!!~~ explosive joy...such memories fill my mind. We live our lives and then the next stage is there and taking over, whether you are ready for it or not. It's a wild rollercoaster on fast!
So, as you can see from my new photos, I am officailly Ms Ivy's Fuckslut. I try to look pretty for her...What do you think? Last night I arrived early at Mistress's. I cleaned up her place as best i could in the short time before She arrived... I kneeled waiting at the door for her...She entered and starting our wonderful evening. She dressed me and did my makeup. Made me her bitchboi... I ate her pussy for a long time...Loving it... She then allowed me to suck on her hard rubber cock...As i deep throated it the drool dribbling down my chin made me wish she could cum down my throat... After choking on Her cock for sometime, she loosened me up with a couple plugs and then fucked my ass hard! Made my eyes tear up and the mascara run down my face...It was Beautiful...Mistress even shed a tear she thought it was so beautiful...She makes me feel so right... And my new piercing is wonderful! Mistress has let me cum a few times with it and it is amazing! I love it! Oh What luck I have to have found my wonderous Goddess, Ms Ivy...I love Her... |
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my little fucktoy,
i pulse and my pussy pounds still, with every beat of my heart. I just spent a few moments looking at your pictures and imagining that cock of yours...teasing you, roped up and bound, gagged so no sound...both hearts on the pound. i wear dark mauve lipstick with extra gloss, perfect for that one single lip print at the base of your cock.i can feel you deep in my throat and my pussy contracts just at the THOUGHT of filling my throat and hott mouth. again and again she pulses and contracts, imagining other things. her lips so hott and slick with juice, u slide over that shaved skin and cannot even get IN because I am so tight and she is so slick. your head sliding up and down, sensory explosions...until finally I end the torture and slowly, slowly slide back up onto that hard cock. i cannot help myself now and then. i moan in blissful agony. i can feel you fill me up and hear u moan in return. it is everything and we are present, yet at the same time gone...absent...so far from here in our own world. i am rocking on you, forcing the rhythm i want...my only complaint is that i cannot have my sweet mouth on you and have u in my pussy at the same time...such are the complaints of a woman like me, lol. |
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MY HANDS ARE TIED
Well... this will be nice, a little change.She stares deep and longingly into his slightly worried face, amused by the power she has over him and how she can use it, abuse it and with it confuse him. But it must be nice knowing that every time your face comes up and is forced into my imagination, I can't help but see rope and my pussy gets wet...that's kinda kewl, and she laughs it off as he swallows hard.
Now, shall tie your hands to mine, laying you on top of me? Let's see, and your commands are to lay perfectly still, whilst I squirm and wriggle and amuse myself underneath that body of yours. Our wrists will be bound tight, almost too tight, there will be twisting and turning, I know you... ropeburn almost there, but for a warning from me.I think I see me pullling your hands right where I want them. I pull them under my chest, propping my hard little body up. There are lines formed with all this motion, but just the rope and your knuckles remain smashing into the flesh of my tits, my rings going in all directions.I look down and it pleases me, the lines of the rope and bruises from your knuckles marking me.
It is cool in the room but we do not feel it. The heat that generates between our bodies is nuclear, my ass pressed so fucking hard into you and as i wriggle around you start to feel my pussy juice.You feel it because I am simply dripping.
you cannot escape
you cannot-would you want to ?
the torture
it is great
almost too much
i stop moving
i slowly spread my legs, as wide as i can...
sweet jesus
it would be so easy to just...please...
let me
omg, if i...
i arch my back and my ass raises
she touches you
u can feel the utter mound of moistness
you moan
and again i get up, almost to my knees
you are tied to me, strung to my back
your cock drops
you feel slickness like you have never imagined...
but... as you know...I AM a mindfucker and get up and go make a sandwich...
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I'm sure you've met plenty such as I,
cantankerous lil things that yearn to make you cry?
A plethora of torture in your future,
don't be afraid tho, I know all the best sutures.
If my audience don't like my show....I don't give a fuck-out they go.
They're not there for her amuse, slave head shifts in panicked confuse....
'there, there baby, don't you worry,
I've better things for that wound than curry...
now hold you still whilst I bind your wrist,
don't look so scared- give Miss Leaf a litl' kiss....lol |
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CORSET RUN
I am headed out for a run in this sweltering heat.. I am going to wear My PVC corset . Not only will it make Me perspire excessively for you...it will make My posture remain oh so very straight and tall. Just a little light torture for Miss today...I wish you were here...I would keep you tied up in the side shed until I returned. Come in and get you, lead you by the leash and collar to the head of the stairs to the basement. Let you up off your knees and have you undress Me from all My sweaty clothes, slowly unlacing My slick shiny corset until I stood before you all wet and heaving breasts. As I lead you upstairs I gradually unlatch your leash and take off the shorts that is the only thing you wear at this time... so that only your collar remains on you. I command you to turn on the shower and get it to the exact temp that I like in the summer, just this side of warm...slightly cool for the hott days. I make you go in first...ordering you to tilt your head back and I watch My little pet as the cool water slips over your face, drenching you in the wide spray. you gasp and gulp for air in the heavy downpour...It is a walk in shower and I enter behind you, pressing Myself to you under the fall of the water. I allow you to soap Me up and clean every part of My body, then I do the same to you...lucky little slut. you are hard and anxious from waiting for Me outside...so grateful to be there and you cannot help but sink to your knees in front of Me. I sit back on the bench and pull you to Me, pressing your head between My legs. Just there pet, good boi...
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~~DID YOU MISS YOUR QUEEN?~~
Your dark Mistress… standing over you… willing you to do as I say… no commands needed, only gestures and glances and breathy words whispered into your ears. Dreams and my night filled with you… If it were not so sweet, it would be torture… just leaves me aching and wanting when I wake, unfulfilled and craving… I know you want my touch…to feel my breath… hear my soft words… I began my night tossing and turning… hot and sweaty… had to throw the covers off… thinking of me in tall black boots, rope in one hand, your collar in the other… I’ve made a decision I roughly grab you by the neck, pull you to the cross, take your hands and tie them up. You protest lightly, not wanting to enrage me, but preferring to be at my feet… I spread your legs and tie them to the leather pads of the lower “x’… your cock strains at my face as you try to lean into me as I am down near you, tying you ever so tightly…I slap you away and warn you to watch it , I never gave permission for that! Now you are helpless and spread eagled… At my mercy, as you should be… I wrap a silk scarf around your neck and twist gently, leaning into you, cutting off your air slightly… the room buzzes and your ears ring… My leather corset making groans and little squeaks, just as you do… my sweet, little desperate pet… And to show you what I am capable of… I leave you there… Turn all the lights down… and watch you in the dark, squirming and begging me… I am so torn, to go to you, spoil you, take my boots and silk stockings off and simply tie you to me close… one stocking around your neck, as a night collar, one I can get very tight, and fit my mouth over… mmmmm As I lay in my bed… Baring my hot flesh… cool air blowing over my skin, blessed relief… hands all over myself Touching in all the right places… pulling and groping… grasping and clutching… Hands grabbing the sheets Explosive Finally I rest… A single rivulet of moisture running down between my breasts… Wishing that you were over here to lick it off my body… Help quell the burning… The all consuming fire that burns within my hard , little quivering body… I own you |
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~~Here we are at the beginning~~
What we ARE is different right now.
You are MY little secret.
No one that you knows is privy I'm assuming?Lol.
No one would know if you and I were to walk down the street together...
but you would know...and I would know...I could lightly touch your hip, just casually seemingly.
But you would know that in my head I was grabbbing your hips from behind and my hott skin was against yours...and my grasp on your arm was as good as a thick leather bondage strap.
It would make you think of my lips on your ears ...whispering those degrading , humiliating , horrifying , lovely , simmering hott , searing words of passionate ravaging. tearing, animalistic rape that is in your future.
Ahhhh, now THAT is a secret... |
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I come after you .
you try to slither away. I laugh. I'm thinking about fucking u slow and soft...you're moaning and whimpering and can't decide if you like it or not ...but your ass and hips are moving and swiviling and they are giving you away my pet...your body holds no secrets from your Miss Ivy...my cock is slowly entering you and your arching back to meet me...you little slut, you want it....you want me, and you need it too, you just hadn't found out how to make it happen. Miss Ivy will make it all better, loosen you up, soothe u, hold you, pound you,ravage you, hurt u, then soothe you, calm you and hold you again...as it should be... |
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The reason you want every single thing that you want, is because you think you will feel really good when you get there. But, if you don't feel really good on your way to there, you can't get there. You have to be satisfied with what-is while you're reaching for more.
--- Abraham
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i,
with a deeper instinct,
choose a man who compels my strength,
who makes enormous demands on me,
who does not doubt my courage or my toughness,
who does not believe me naive or innocent,
who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
Anais Nin
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Despair
is never a solution, it is the ultimate failure. In Tibetan we say, “if
the rope breaks nine times, we must splice it together a tenth time”.
Even if ultimately we do fail, at least we will have no feelings of
regret. And when we combine this insight with a clear appreciation of
...our potential to benefit others, we can begin to restore our hope and
confidence.
~ Dalai Lama~ |
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don't fear the raper
You tremble and ache with fear as you wait. Although this has been as allconsuming to you as breathing for most of your life, now that you are here and faced with reality there is a tremor of doubt creeping over you.you hear Her heels in the distance as they approach, your heart pounds, skin flushes and ears ring as She draws close. The door opens slowly. She enters and you are immediately struck with Her presence. Your knees weaken and She smiles. "Yes my little fuckdoll, on your knees at once."
Mistress is wearing a sturdy steel boned corset and shoulder length black vinyl gloves. You find yourself not only on your knees but crumpled completely at her feet. You surprise yourself by kissing Her boot. It comes completely natural, and she grinds her boot into ur neck. As you lose air, it is replaced not by panic, but by calm and a heady sense of euphoria. She has found you! There is no escape. Only Her loving and violent rape of your every sense and hole. Rending you open...your body, your mind, and your heart. Salty, searing, sobbing protests will fall on deaf ears as She loves you. Loves you as only She can. Gouging and riding you as if you were a prize bull will shatter and comfort you...your fate is at hand-Her hand...
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| Age: 24 |
| Las Vegas,
Nevada |
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