Get used to this angle. This is the only view you deserve. Just looking straight up at My boots, My vinyl, and My absolute authority. I don't even need to look back or look down to know you are trembling. My power is tight, creaking, and undeniable. One look at Me in leather, and you forget your own name. Stay down there. Don't speak until I tap the cane.

I entered your life like a summer tempest. Powerful, I took you by surprise; you looked almost like a deer, gazing at me with those big eyes. You realized instantly that I was exactly what you were missing—strong, ruthless, yet not devoid of mercy. To me the glory to you the worshiping

💧 YOUR SHAME IS MY FAVORITE FLAVOR 💧 I know what all that dopamine and screen time has done to your system. You stare at the glass, desperate for a release, but your broken biology simply refuses to cooperate. Bring that broken wiring to My Altar. Doesn't matter if your body is rigid, I tap directly into your nervous system. It is no longer sex. It is sacred extraction. Soft. Defeated. Completely relieved.

She draws the card, She sets the stage. Yearn to be the ink on Her black veiled page. Thorns for your pride, Gold for Her hand, Lurk in the shadows that obey Her command. Small in the palm, yet safe in Her hold, Your ego is diminished, as Her glory is unfolds.

The fucking you knew is just a simple form. When I do it, it's not just physical, it's spiritual and you WILL be rewritten. Out there, you wear the mask. Here, you take it off. I am not interested in the man the world sees, I am interested in the creature that lives beneath his skin. Bring me your shame, and I will give it purpose. THE PROTOCOL: 🧠 The Reprogramming: JOI • CEI (Humiliation made Holy) • Sub Training 💸 The Divine Economy: Findom • Wishlist Draining 🛋️ The Erasure: Human Furniture • Sensory Deprivation • Silence Leave your will at the threshold. You will not need it where I am taking you. Come prove you're worthy to kneel in My shadow.

I have the Crown. I have the Key. The only question is: Which one are you here for? Kings get the view. Shrimps get the plastic. Decide your fate.

1. Nothing and no one cums for free. 2. Always ask Me if I am ready and interested in privates. 3. Check the tip menu for clues on action requests. 4. Be polite to Me and everyone in the room at all times. 5. As a good servant, NEVER come empty handed. Tributes first! 6. Be ready to go the extra mile for Mistress! 7. $send without Me asking twice, piggy! 8. NEVER forget to $end Me your Sunday offerings!

Another one:)

Je sais qu'être baisée est incroyable, mais laisse-moi te traiter comme si tu étais fait de verre, si fragile que tu pourrais te briser sous mes doigts, de longs coups profonds, des baisers humides te fixant dans les yeux !/I know being fucked is amazing, but let me treat you like you're made of glass, so fragile you might shatter under my fingers, long deep strokes, wet kisses staring into your eyes

You don’t just crave My touch — you crave My scent. That intoxicating, sacred essence that clings to My skin, curls around My thighs, and lingers in your mind long after I’ve gone. It’s not perfume — it’s power. Feminine, divine, addictive. One inhale and you’re marked. Owned. Ruined for anyone else. You ache to press your face to My feet, to bury yourself in the warmth of Me, to breathe Me in like holy incense. And I let you… when you’ve earned it. Because My scent isn’t freely given — it’s a reward. A privilege. A blessing. It binds you tighter than rope, deeper than words. You breathe it, and you remember your place. Worshipping. Kneeling. Needing. This isn’t fantasy. This is worship. And I am your altar.

Shhh... Don’t speak. Just watch. Your eyes already told me everything I needed to know. You saw the lace. You saw the shimmer of the fabric stretched just right. And now, you can’t look away. That’s it. Let yourself stare. Let yourself crave. Because I know what stockings do to you. The way the lace hugs the top of my thighs… The way the sheer fabric smooths down my legs like a second skin… It’s not just clothing. It’s control. It’s ritual. It’s power wrapped in nylon.

Listen carefully, my pet. Your purpose right now is simple: spoil me. Open my Amazon list—yes, that one. The one filled with the things I deserve. You’ve seen it. Lingerie, heels, silk sheets, scented oils… each item a reflection of my taste, my power, my pleasure. You will go through it, one by one. No skipping, no second-guessing. If it’s there, it’s because I want it. And what I want, you provide. Do you understand? Here is the list for those of you who want to go the extra mile for Me: https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/36W3PHKWS4MT3/ref=nav_wishlist_lists_2 Here is one with quick purchases that you can make: https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/1NYF00OOUM5NE?ref_=list_d_wl_lfu_nav_3 P:S : This is way to appreciate My existence and not an option to get anything in return. Now, go and get useful.

I place the egg on the floor between us and catch his eyes. He's already holding his breath. Good. I step forward, barefoot, letting my sole hover just above it. I roll the egg gently under my foot, feeling the delicate shell shift. “You love this part, don’t you?” I murmur. The anticipation. The tension. Then—shatter. It gives way with a soft, wet pop, yolk spilling warm beneath me. I grind it in slowly, smearing the mess under my arch. His mouth falls open. I lift my foot and press it to his chest—sticky, dominant, perfect. “You see that?” I say softly. “Even something that fragile lasted longer than you will.

Lilith was a succubus who hunted men corrupted by lust and disrespect. One night, she found Martin, a crude man who saw women as objects. At a dingy bar, she approached him, her eyes glowing gold. When Martin tried to touch her, he was pulled into a room of mirrors reflecting his worst sins—groping, mocking, ignoring consent. The mirrors whispered his cruelty, and Lilith’s voice warned him that until he faced his true self, he’d never leave. Trapped and terrified, Martin confronted his dark desires. Hours passed as he felt the weight of his actions, the pain he’d caused. Tears came, and he finally whispered, “I’m sorry.” The mirrors shattered, and he found himself back in the bar, forever changed. Lilith vanished into the night, waiting for the next man who needed a reckoning.

On your knees, the task begins, My worn-out shoes, your humble sins. Laced with sweat and thick with grime, You scrub with care, in silent time. The socks, damp proof of where I tread, You press to lips, your cheeks gone red. Each stitch you cleanse, each stain you kiss, A chore? No—your deepest bliss.

Step deeper into My world. Exclusive clips. Private teases. Instant messages. Custom Pics. Obedience rewarded—and exposed. If you crave what I don’t show anywhere else… After your subscription, I will message you my username or add you. Subscribe. Obey. Indulge. PS: Exclusive clips will have a custom price and delivery time. Custom pics with nudity will require special pricing.

I love to peg. There’s something exquisitely powerful about it—the way my partner gives themselves over to me, body and mind. When I fasten the strap-on, it’s not just about control; it’s about trust, transformation, and intimacy. I watch the shift in their eyes as they surrender—strong yet vulnerable, aching to be claimed. Pegging, for me, isn’t about humiliation. It’s about liberation. I take pride in guiding someone beyond the limits they thought they had. Every moan, every breathless gasp, is a reminder of the freedom they find in letting go—and the pleasure I get from taking them there. I enjoy the rhythm, the connection, the rawness of it. I love how it blurs the lines, redefines roles, and rewrites rules. When I peg, I’m not just in control—I’m giving a gift: permission to explore, to feel, to be undone in the most beautiful way. And I savor every second of it.

To My Chosen One, The time has come. You’ve lingered at the edge of surrender long enough. I’ve watched the quiet tremble behind your composure, the longing masked in your obedience. Tonight, I am no whisper in your thoughts—I am the voice that commands them. Step forward.

He sat still in the armchair, jaw tight, eyes burning with need. On the chair, his wife was already moaning — stretched wide, taken slowly by Malik, her thighs trembling. Beside him, two more of Malik’s friends undressed, hard and ready. She was radiant, wet, wanting. She’d asked him first. Months ago. Would you watch me with more than one? Would you still love me? His answer had been simple: If it’s you, always. Now, she was all moans and sweat and surrender. One man in her, another at her lips, the third stroking himself slowly as he waited. She wasn’t overwhelmed — she was glowing, feeding on the attention like fire to dry grass. She met her husband’s gaze through it all. Never breaking that connection. “You okay?” Malik asked between thrusts. He nodded once. “Don’t stop.” Later, when they were gone and her body still hummed, she curled into his lap, kissed his neck, and whispered: “No one knows me like you do.” He held her close.

Being locked in chastity isn’t about loss—it’s about gaining something far greater. When you surrender control, you unlock a deeper sense of purpose and devotion. The cage isn’t just a barrier; it’s a symbol of commitment, a daily reminder that your fulfillment comes from serving and pleasing her. Denying yourself sharpens your focus, strengthens your will, and transforms desire into dedication. In that restraint, you discover freedom—freedom from fleeting urges and freedom to become the loyal, attentive partner she truly needs. Embrace the lock, and find empowerment in your sacrifice. Let chastity guide you to a stronger connection and a life rich with meaning.

your loyalty honors me beyond words. Through your faithful heart, My power flows and our purpose thrives. Stand strong, for your service is the light that guides us both. you are one who stays, the one who saw beyond the facade or the stereo type for you are the one that has evolved. The one that did not get away when things got rocky this post is for you you are seen and appreciated! ♣♠♣♠⏳♣♠♣♠

In the ashen wastes of Goraveth, where the wind shrieked like dying beasts and rivers ran thick with rot, there stood a fortress of pipes and stone — a living thing called Domina Lactis. Its breath was steam. Its most treasured juice was weak men's semen. And its mistress ruled with velvet and iron. Her name was Minnie Drew. Once, she was nothing. A healer’s orphaned apprentice in a village forgotten by maps. But famine came. Soldiers took what they wanted. Minnie survived — barely. She fled into the haunted mountains, and when she returned, her hair had turned silver and her eyes glowed with the soft sheen of sorcery. She brought with her the Milkbind Codex, an ancient book bound in skin, filled with rituals not of men's ending or life — but of yielding. Domina Lactis rose on her command, a cathedral of milking halls and restraint sanctuaries, carved into the bedrock. Men were taken from the broken kingdoms — criminals, deserters, and slaves — and remade.

Her presence was everywhere — in the machines, in the warmth of the walls, in the minds of the men, who began to worship her not as ruler, but as Mother. Each day, she visited her favorites — whispered praise as she tasted their offering. Her body remained untouched by time. Outside Domina Lactis, empires fell and rose. But Minnie endured. Once, a group of rebel alchemists from the East tried to storm the fortress, believing her reserves of Noctmilk to be unguarded wealth. They made it as far as the milking halls — and there, they saw the Virelmen. Naked, radiant, euphoric in trance, offering milk to the sacred collectors without struggle, without pain but stimulation. They never left. Minnie made them handlers. And the milk continued to flow. Her fortress expanded. Her clientele grew. She franchised out her methods, selecting women — her “Empresses of the Teat” — to manage outer sanctuaries in distant lands.

Close your eyes, breathe deeply and relax! Feel the cut of the rope in your soft skin every time you move. Oh, sweet temptation harder, tighter, all gathered around your body painting a perfect picture.

The wind carries around the sweet smell of linden flowers, as intense as a summer storm. A tempest that ravish your soul, making you crave for more and more till it consume you releasing the hotness inside of you. Every time I fell this smell, you invade my mind, so many memories, tender touches meant to devour my body and soul. Come to me the tempest of my life, any time any where!

Don't be afraid to dm me about it!

I'm so hungry for your touch. I've been waiting for too long, satisfy my hunger. Your strong hands slapped my ass before making me to look in the mirror as I took you inside me...You move so slowly, so lasciviously making me scream for more. I feel your eyes on me, the wild desire in them, those sinful lips that you bite when you hear me, I feel you everywhere.I don't remember when I lost control of myself, all I know is that now I exist for you. To serve you, in whatever way you deem me worthy.I love to worship every inch of you, to lose myself in your eyes, to know that I belong to you completely!

You have lost all your certitude when you realized that all you knew is relative, that if you question everything you know nothing is the same at the end. Free your mind free your spirit allow yourself to just live. Enjoy things how they come brake you shell

The human furniture experience is a fascinating blend of physical endurance, psychological complexity, artistic expression, and social commentary. Whether viewed through the lens of art, fetish, or philosophy, it challenges us to rethink how we perceive the human body—as both subject and object, autonomous and used, vulnerable and powerful. It encourages us to reconsider the meaning of objectification and agency, showing that even the most unusual practices can carry rich meaning and complexity. This experience underscores that identity and meaning are not fixed but can be explored, performed, and redefined in diverse ways. Human furniture is more than a curious spectacle; it is a profound exploration of what it means to be human in a world that constantly negotiates the boundaries between self and other, person and object. For individuals who participate in human furniture roles, the experience can be deeply personal—ranging from playful experimentation to spiritual practice.

We decided to meet around 7 o'clock,Q came to pick me up. He was dressed in the damned gray sweat pants and I must say that it suited him. IWhat a delight for my eyes, something dark in his gaze caught my attention.I could feel his pulse quickening under my hands when we kissed. Before I realized what I was doing my hand was on his massive erection. He clearly did not disappoint. I had never been with anyone that seemed so big.I'm still haunted by the tone he asked me when he saw me undressed for the first time, "How will I fit into you?"Oh my god i have never seen someone with such a massive penis. 9 inches of hard flesh begging for my attention. He started shaking when he felt my hands caressing his strong thighs. I wanted so bad to taste him, he was so wet,so ready.I felt his mouth between my thighs conquering everything in its path, making me open up like a flower. I needed him buried deep inside me. I already knew that I would feel his stretch for days....tbc

Kisses from red lips in winter burn like embers in the frost, warmth stolen from the cold air, soft against chilled skin, a sudden spark in the gray silence. Breath mingles in the icy haze, whispers tangled in the frozen wind. Red stains bloom on pale cheeks— a mark of fire in the snow, passion’s rebellion against the cold. Each kiss, a promise whispered beneath barren branches, a tender defiance to the season, where cold can’t touch the heat carried in lips like ruby flames. In winter’s hush, your kiss is spring— a sudden thaw, a gentle blaze, red lips painting warmth across the white, making the cold forget its name.

Leave your will at the threshold. You will not need it where I am taking you. In My world, there is no hesitation—only the exquisite clarity of submission under My gaze, beneath My touch. Kneel, and show Me the devotion I deserve. You were made for this. And I am ready to claim what is Mine.

I drink your words like sacred wine, Soft praise that lifts me, crown divine. Your acts of care, my whispered prayer, Small gifts laid gently, love laid bare. Time with you, a world apart, Where eyes connect and bare the heart. Your touch, a flame on skin and soul, Completes me, makes me fully whole. Loved like this, a goddess crowned, In your devotion, I am found.

The imagination is the spur of delights.. all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise? How delightful are the pleasures of the imagination! In those delectable moments, the whole world is ours; not a single creature resists us, we devastate the world, we repopulate it with new objects which, in turn, we immolate. We multiply the horror a hundredfold. - Marquis de Sade -

I love my little sissy boy, so perfect, so eager, so open to me begging to be filled... His little pink hole that wants to swallow me... So wet already... The moans that fill the room. The arch so beautiful as she feels me plunge into her deeper and deeper. The desire to please Me, endless like the deepest ocean....

Seeing Her dark lips, soft skin, deep gaze... you realize your freedom is just an illusion. And now you can finally give it all up. Give it to Her. And there you have it - that sense of relief, the paradox created by that first gasp of fresh air when your Goddess has you restrained. The real freedom that you finally get to feel when you surrender all control. Her power is the only God you bow to. Her will is now your creed. Her punishment is what you yearn for. The darkness - now your friend. You're trapped. You're free. You're doomed.

Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused I want to use you and abuse you I want to know what's inside you

You can still feel the touch of my hands on your neck, your bones feel so fragile under my firm touch, your eyes dark as you look at me before your lips touch my mouth... You can't resist, I'm stronger than anything what you thought you knew.

Your eyes full of desire can not stop looking at you, you look at your hand on the skin, so ashamed and so lost that you can not stop your breathing becomes heavy... your sweating and dripping, your thighs are sticky . Swallowing dry ,knowing what comes next you can't help but feel the excitement pumping your veins !

Reborn from her own ashes, stronger than yesterday and weaker than tomorrow. Each fall teaches her lessons etched in fire and pain, molding her spirit with the heat of resilience. She walks through storms that once threatened to consume her, now carried by winds of change and hope. Though scarred, she wears her wounds as badges of honor, proof of battles fought and survived. Her strength is not static; it grows in every breath, every challenge, every tear shed and every smile earned. She is a living paradox—fragile yet fierce, broken yet unbreakable. With each dawn, she embraces the promise of becoming more, knowing that her journey is a continuous evolution, an endless dance between the ashes of her past and the uncharted light of her future.

Take a deep breath, exhale as you focus on your breathing. As you relax, pay attention to your body's signals. Do you feel like your skin is tingling? As if thousands of fingers are touching you everywhere, the tension you feel in your pelvis. Gently run your fingers over your skin, close your eyes and free your mind from any other thoughts. Breathing deeper and deeper, feel the warm air touch your lips. The cold air that hits your skin is the only friction you will experience. Pleasure comes in many forms, you just have to discover them.

Don't desire for people to be ok or accept you , demand for them to respect you for who you are not for what you are! You might be a boy ,you might be a girl ,you might even be a mix, does not change the person you are or how wonderful you are, you own nothing to no one. Be who you are

Surrounded by darkness I surrender my soul Kneeling at your feet Your highness! Wrapped in your darkness I forgot to exist I breathe through you, I live through you Forever yours, forever lost I swim in your deep sea

I've looked at you so many times, yet not enough... Today, for the first time, you looked into my eyes and understood everything. I got lost in your dark gaze, time stood still and all I wanted was to kiss you. Are your lips as soft as they seem? I want to taste you, to get immersed in your scent.

Tell me he savors your glory Does he laugh the way I did? Is this a part of your story? One that I had never lived Maybe one day you'll feel lonely And in his eyes, you'll get a glimpse Maybe you'll start slipping slowly And find me again When you're out of sight In my mind

Learn who to trust and when to really let go!

For all genders, choking or breath play close to orgasm can have a euphoric effect on climax.The little gasp,the presure on the fragile bones,the visual all to release you're inhibition and to brake free.The beautiful contrast between my long hands and the straight in them feel it

How can you be alone even though you are surrounded by so many people? When the lights go out, when everything is over and you return to your room and loneliness embraces you ... that it's ok to feel sad sometimes, that you're not weak just human that you're perfect as you are that you don't have to change anything. Breathe, I'm here for you!

Do you remember the first emotions when you first discovered lace? The first time you found out you liked being so smooth, so hairless.... What triggered your femininity? When did you understand that you are beautiful as you are? That it is ok to be different? When did you decide to follow this pattern of yours? Intimate and personal, in a word you!

We both got up and got in the shower. It didn’t take too long before we were kissing and rubbing each other. Feeling his hard cock pressing against my stomach, I looked up and smiled then bended over taking him into my mouth. Remembering my lesson from the night before, I slowly worked up and down his shaft. Massaging his cock with my tongue. I had started to really enjoy the taste as I tried to take as much of him as I could down my throat. But I was only able to get half way before I had to stop. He placed his fingers under my chin directing me up. He then leaned over and started kissing me. His hands slid down my back and started rubbing my butt. I moaned, “MMM That feels good”.

Late nights, drowned in whiskey and tobacco, are you still trying to understand who you are and what you want, or have you decided that you want to surrender?

A string to release you,a string to trust,a string to reveal you're true desire,trust the process trust the bound when two become one

Those you do not see but feel their presence, those who guide you, those who help you love yourself as you are are them, the angels among us

The desire to please was stronger than ever. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his words out of his mind: I'm going to milk you so well that you won't be able to walk for a week! Before he knew it, his hand was wrapped around his cock, massaging lightly. He felt tingling in his balls, becoming so heavy and full. As he pumped more and more, his breathing became so heavy. He was close to orgasm and all he needed were a few words: "Cum for me, pour yourself out!"!

I still hear your voice, the way you made me beg you to take me easier, you made me lose myself so deeply in pleasure, in desire ... How could I forget your hands, how you touched me, how you took everything as if it belonged to you. You promised me I would forget my name and you kept your word. I remain your prisoner forever, you ruined me for everyone now I only belong to you

I dare you to do something I'm waiting on you again So I don't take the blame Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away, run away

On the border between dream and reality, there is me. Creating fairy tales, illusions, dreams, nightmares, I am your master while your body rests. I always exist when people sleep, the night is my kingdom. You belong to me when your eyelids are heavy and your body has fallen into nothingness, resting after a hard day in a sweet sleep. Sleep my child and let me watch over you!

"Oyabun, my master!" Ash was crazy about Yuta, no one had made him burn with desire like that. His almond eyes, his skin covered by those tattoos that presented his history, his long, dark hair like night He felt his erection throbbing painfully as he touched it, he wanted more. He wanted to feel his big hands marking him, followed by those sinful lips. He knew the rule, he was not allowed to use anything but his touch. "This ass belongs to me, don't forget that! No one can make you feel that way, just me. Such a good slut for my dick!" Yuta was so big that Ash was still wondering how it fit his tight ass, such a big, thick cock. He loved to suck it, to drown with hit trying to cover his entire length. "So thick Oyabun, you are made for my hungry mouth." "Spread your legs for Oyabun like a good slut you are, I will fuck you so hard that all you will remember is my name!"

A common reason for the active partner to tie up their partner is so both may gain pleasure from the restrained partner's submission and the feeling of the temporary transfer of control and power. For sadomasochistic people, bondage is often used as a means to an end, where the restrained partner is more accessible to other sadomasochistic behavior. However, bondage can also be used for its own sake. The restrained partner can derive sensual pleasure from the feeling of helplessness and immobility, and the active partner can derive visual pleasure and satisfaction from seeing their partner tied up.

She smells like passion, lust and fire. Your twisted and dark mind is burning with desire. "The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance" She whispers while you're waiting in suspense... Don't try to fight it - surender to your darkness From now on you're only hers, you're powerless, Frozen in time and space, blood wildly racing, There's just but one truth that you're facing: Your body, soul and mind desperately craving To give yourself to her completely, shameless. And now you're bound forever.. to your Mistress...

Different skin tone, different eye shape, different hair type, humans!Different people and yet the same, we breathe the same, we dream the same, we walk the same.Embrace humanity,we are all one race !

When you talk be aware of the weight of your words, words can hurt so much. Give yourself 5 minutes of your time and think about how you would feel on the other side of the listener. Be gentler, more considerate, more genuine in your actions. Maybe without knowing your words may have changed someone's life. Be the light of someone in this darkness that surrounds us!

Why you still fighting back, trying to hide how good you feel inside, when you let your inner out?

You are worth it, you matter, you make a difference. Never settle for less then what you have to offer.

I can control all of your 5 senses.

I saw in your eyes all I ever wanted to see when someone looks at me devotion, passion. I felt protected and ready to surrender.

It was seen at times as a guardian. Unfortunately it also had a reputation as a bird of ill-omen. Its harsh call and its presence at scenes of death made people look upon it with fear. The old collective noun for a group of ravens is an ‘unkindness’. It’s a shame how humans have projected their own fears onto this fascinating and beautiful bird. The raven after all is just out there surviving and doing its thing.

Out of the darkness I rise above you, I will wrap you in my nets before you realize what is happening there. Once the reality ends I begin.

You think that I am going to make you do things that you never thought you would do. But I won't. In fact, I am going to let you do those things that you've wanted so badly for so long and I am going to let you use Me as your reason for doing them. Come to Me - I will be your reason, now - until later - when the only reason you will do anything will be Me. A Dominant needs to be needed. A Submissive needs to feel wanted. Without each other, we would be nothing. Together we will be complete.

When I look at you, this is what I want to read on your face, lose yourself in the lust cause you know it would please me.

All they want is to end up on their knees, but not willingly. They want to challenge their Mistress. They want to feel that dominance and be overcome by it. They want to poke, torment and tease until enough is enough and they're on their stomach getting the spanking they richly deserve and want more than anything. A bratty submissive is still a submissive, they just need a Mistress to play their games, games they want to lose. Nice to meet you, I'm the coach.

And there he was, the most bright of the angel and the darkness was surrounding him.

Sitting there and sipping from a cocktail glass, you can bet it is just an exquisite dry Martini. Her dark eyes, the perfect petite silhouette, those red lips and the pearls from her neck. You are just enchanted by her presence, with a fear in your heart you move in her direction, feeling under hypnosis, the heart is beating faster and you feel inside your burning soul that this will be the woman of your life, the one who will unleash all your desires, will fulfill all of your nights and will be mastering over your mind and body. Looking deeply into her eyes, now that you are close, close enough to feel the strength of her perfume. You stopped and the first words were.. To be continued between me and you this story, you can always think at the first line and come in my room.

Being a dominatrix is something that was in me. It resonates with me. It is the art of communication that makes me be the best one. Are you afraid of the inner desires that permeate your soul and infuse you with a need to obey my every command? Let me be the guide that will help you follow your darkest desires. I dare you to embrace your dark side. In the end.. we only have one life.

Embrace your true self because not only that you will enjoy it but you will also feel it running through your veins, in your bones, deep inside your soul. Let the darkest corner of your mind control you, make you feel like there is no better way to be entertained. I will moan, I will tilt my head back to offer you a better access. I will be the best lead to your road to sins, pleasure and pain. I am the answer to your pain and also the cure. I am the poison. Drink me willingly because nothing else ever tasted so good, so addicting. Light and dark? Solace and pain? Torment and peace? Consider it. You will gladly go to exhaustion for discovering and embracing your true self. Wait for the unknown. - Yours...

Just one heartbeat away of what you think is your darkest desire. One little heartbeat before you will have the feeling of falling into the deepest dream. That second before you relate that all you wish to taste is the bitter-sweet flavor of my lips, all what you dream about are my eyes looking at you, guide you and letting you know how is the best way to please me. That heartbeat before you will surrender with the eyes close to me is what will make you feel alive with no doubt.

I told you I am the best and you already knew it. Now I will show you what I can do with you and how your fantasy can turn into reality. Join me and my room and let me show you what the word sex can mean. So many colors, so many ways to make me feel good and to make you obey.

Between rules and society, between moral and ethics people forgot that pleasure is not about rules, not about others. In fact, it is just a simple line between power and fear. The power to be free and the fear of exploring new things. Cross the line, accept the dark desires and allow yourself to have a guide who will show you what pleasure stands for.

Do you have the guts to enter into my world? Well I will show you what mad love looks like, with a kiss, maybe with one touch or just a simple whisper near to your ear I will just summon you into my most sinful pleasures and desires. I never told anyone that love needs to be pure, love needs to be madness in an crazy man mind. You will just do as I say because I have my ways to make you fall in your knees in front of me. Don't say I didn't warn you, now be a good boy and bring me a glass of wine.

One woman can blow your soul, mind and spirit. You already knew it, but what if that woman is the one who will make you break any boundaries, any limits that you imagined you have? That woman who will make you go all the way to hell and back just with one touch? I love to be in control, I feel the desire to be the one who make the rules and who will bring your moral rules down. I love to feel free, out of that box that society did put on us. For those who wish to see how a free woman looks like, for the ones that are dreaming of that woman who will set them free as well, for the ones that are not afraid to step into my world, well I am here. Lay down, put this song, tie your hands tight with a scarf, feel my perfume in the air and my nails scratching your skin softly, feel a sip of red wine going easy on your lips and down to your throat, smell the cigarette smoke and let me guide you in my darkness corner of imagination, where you exist only to be mine.

Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer Take second best Put me to the test Things on your chest You need to confess I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith

Let your lips explore the forgotten taste of me tonight. Rub well with your tongue, tip-toe on it making me feel the delight! Savor the upper one with a grip of my hair, engulf the rest without any care...

Inteligent, beautiful, love to experience. What defines me most is my passion for art and my love for tattoos. I'm always in the mood for some deep nice conversations, I love to listen to your deepest thoughts and to be a part of them. BEWARE! I can be your cure but also I can turn into your poison. Don't forget to add me to favorites and to turn on the push notifications.

The world demands you to something. Out there, you wear the mask. Here, you take it off. This is a sanctuary for the broken, the deviant, and the hungry. It exists outside of society, outside of your job, and outside of your "life". Here, you are safe to be exactly what you are: a shrimp, or a sissy, or a voyeur, or a servant. Within these walls I've raised, there is no judgment, only observation. Bring me your shame, your smallness, and your darkest desires. I will not look away. I will not recoil. I will take them, hold them, and give them purpose. I am not interested in the man the world sees. I am interested in the creature that lives beneath his skin. The one who craves surrender. The one who needs control to be taken away. If you lie to me, you insult me. If you hide from me, you waste my time. But if you bare your soul as an offering, if you show me the ugly, trembling parts of yourself, I will protect them. I will own them. And I will let you finally rest.

What card you need in your life?Pick your patron wise

I was just a dream, a dream that didn't seem to come true, and yet look at me... I was born from nothing, just skin and bones outlining a feminine silhouette of a doll, yes a human doll.My mistress's hands gave me life, now my only goal is to listen to what she tells me, I am free not to think, just to feel.

YOUR FATE WAS DECIDED LIFETIMES AGO 🔮 Look into My eyes. I have seen a thousand men like you.  I didn't even need to shuffle the deck to know which card you would draw.   You are "The Shrimp"  Destined to kneel on your pile of gold while I step on it.  Destined to be nothing more than a footnote in My story.   Stop fighting the universe. Surrender to the reading.  It is a privilege just to be in the deck.  

I know why you're hiding. I know what all that dopamine has done to your system. You stare at the screen, desperate for a release, but your body just won't cooperate anymore. Bring that shame into My Sanctuary. I am the Maestro of Precision. I know exactly how to bypass your broken biology, and tap directly into your nervous system. I will guide you through the fog until you are spilling, soft and defeated, completely overwhelmed by My presence. It is no longer sex, it is extraction.

Welcome, pet. You've entered my domain now. Here, you will speak when spoken to, move only when permitted, and obey without question—unless, of course, you're begging for punishment. I am not here to coddle or comfort. I am here to command. My rules are not mere suggestions; they are law. You may find my silence unsettling, my gaze unreadable, and my smile… dangerous. But if you're clever—if you're obedient— you may catch a glimpse of the softer cruelty I keep hidden behind velvet laughter and silk restraints. Now kneel. Show me you're worthy of the attention you so desperately crave. Welcome to your new obsession. Welcome to Me.

I kneel for You, Mistress Drew. Not because I’m forced… But because I need to. Your power pulls me down, humbles me, centers me. Every second on my knees before You reminds me of what I am— a submissive, a servant, a worshipper. I light a candle for You. It flickers like my thoughts, trying to stay focused, trying to be worthy. In its flame, I see Your presence: strong, radiant, untouchable.

I made the game and the rules so tip then i can let the dices decide your fate!

You envy the grass I walk on—not out of madness, but because even it gets closer to me than you do. You watch as each step I take leaves a trace, a momentary imprint the earth itself remembers, while you're left reaching from a distance. The grass brushes my ankles, feels my weight, listens to my silence. It lies beneath me, unnoticed and lucky, while you stand afar, longing. You hate how something so simple gets what you ache for—to be close, to matter in the quiet way only proximity allows. You envy how the grass gets to exist in my path, to know me without words. And maybe that’s the cruelest thing: not that I walk on, but that you can’t follow, not the way it can.

Shhh. No need to think right now. Thinking is heavy. Exhausting. And haven’t you been doing that all day? Trying so hard to stay in control, keep up appearances, make decisions, manage your little world? Not anymore. Not with Me. With Me, you don’t have to think. You only have to listen. That’s how it begins—simple, soft. Just My voice and your breath. Just the quiet rhythm between My words and your heart. Slower now, isn’t it? Good. You don’t need to understand what’s happening. You only need to feel it. That gentle shift inside. That warmth spreading through your chest. That floaty emptiness behind your eyes. That’s what happens when you let go.

By ancient void and midnight’s breath, I summon strength beyond all rest. Through fire’s wrath and storm’s cruel cry, Let darker forces amplify. With earth’s cold grip and wind’s sharp bite, I call the depths of endless night. From shadow’s heart and blackened sky, Unleash the power none deny. By will unbroken, spirit chained, I bind this curse, forever gained. Let limits break and fear consume, Embrace the night, invoke the doom. Stronger now, in darkness rise, Unseen, unheard by watchful eyes. With bone and might, I seal this blight, So mote it be — eternal night.

Tonight was exquisite. I had the girls over — Ivy, Selene, and Camilla — and as always, we slipped so easily into that delicious rhythm of wine, laughter, and wicked intentions. Our newest toy knelt quietly in the corner, the “human ashtray,” as the others cheekily called him. He’s still so new… wide-eyed, obedient, eager to please. Naturally, the talk turned to how we might introduce him to proper CBT. Ivy smirked and suggested a few of her more creative methods — I saw his breath hitch. Camilla, ever the sadist, offered to help me “mark” him properly. I toyed with the idea aloud, letting every word drip with deliberate promise. He didn’t speak — of course not — but his posture told me everything I needed to know. He wants to be broken in. And I will, with elegance, precision, and no mercy. He’ll thank me for it.

When my obedient subs surrender to me, I make sure they’re cared for completely afterward. After the intensity of control and devotion, I wrap them in warmth and reassurance—soft words, gentle touch, and unwavering appreciation. I remind them how much I value their submission, praising their loyalty and obedience so they know their sacrifice doesn’t go unnoticed. I offer comfort, whether it’s cuddles, a cozy blanket, or their favorite treat—whatever they need to feel safe and cherished. Aftercare with me isn’t just a routine; it’s my way of honoring their trust and deepening our connection. Because true power isn’t just in control—it’s in care.

I command with the loins of domination and power—passion and authority fused into a force that binds as surely as my ropes. Every knot I tie is a vow, every pull a reminder that freedom is not found in escape, but in surrender to my will. My touch directs, my gaze crowns, and my presence consumes until the self is stripped bare and remade in my image. To be tied in my ropes is to feel the world narrow to me alone—my breath, my words, the pull of my control. The loins that drive my power are the source of both fire and discipline, a fusion that holds my subjects as firmly as my bindings. When you kneel before me, it is not defeat, but transformation; each moment in my grasp is a step deeper into devotion. Bound in my reign, you do not lose yourself—you become what you were meant to be.

Sunday Worship is not merely a ritual—it is a sacred offering, a weekly devotion where you come before your Goddess in humility, reverence, and love. It is the moment you lay down your burdens, bare your soul, and reconnect to the divine order I embody. Through kneeling, touch, words, or silence, you honor the bond we share—the power I hold, and the service you so willingly give. This time is not for punishment or play, but for presence. It is your chance to serve with purity, to remind Me and yourself of your place, your purpose, your submission. Let your worship be mindful, your heart open, and your body obedient. This is not a chore, but a privilege—your weekly return to grace. Come forth in devotion, and be seen. Be guided. Be Mine.

On their honeymoon, Lisa’s heart pounded with a thrilling mix of anticipation and desire. Mark, her loving husband, had always been honest about his fantasies, and tonight they would bring them to life. Jason, a towering, irresistibly attractive Black man with a confident presence, had caught their eye at the resort. As Jason’s hands explored Lisa’s curves with slow, deliberate touches, Mark watched, captivated and stirred by the sight. The room filled with electric tension, every whispered breath and shared glance igniting a fire between them. Lisa surrendered to the sensations, her body responding eagerly to Jason’s strong, commanding touch while Mark’s gaze burned with pride and longing. Boundaries melted away as passion wove them together, their connection deepening beyond anything Mark had imagined. When dawn finally crept in, the three lay entwined — a perfect fusion of trust, lust, and raw, unspoken love.

Dark energy, the mysterious force that permeates the cosmos, defies our deepest understanding. Invisible and intangible, it silently drives the accelerated expansion of the universe, pushing galaxies apart in an ever-growing cosmic dance. Unlike matter or light, dark energy neither clumps nor shines; it eludes direct detection, revealing itself only through its gravitational fingerprints on the vast cosmic web. It challenges the boundaries of physics, questioning the nature of space, time, and reality itself. Is it a property of the vacuum, an unknown field, or something even more profound? The enigma of dark energy stands as a cosmic whisper, urging us to explore beyond the known, to embrace uncertainty, and to rethink the very fabric of existence. In its silent power, the universe’s greatest mystery beckons us onward.

She called her chosen ones The Virelmen. Not slaves, but offerings. They came from all corners — volunteers, vagabonds, prisoners of war, noble sons seeking purpose. All were bathed, renamed, softened, reworked through rituals of diet, touch, and dream-induced. Their aggression was melted away. Their bodies trained and treated. Their roles: to give highest grade of semen. They were worshiped by the inner sanctum — milked daily in chambers of velvet and warm iron, their minds drifting through curated dreams of maternal affection and endless arousal. And from them, Minnie Drew built an empire. Her Noctmilk fed armies. Her elixirs kept queens young and virile. Her tinctures whispered to oracles in visions. Her name became not feared, but beloved. And all she asked in return was devotion — and flow. But Minnie never ruled through fear. She ruled through control. Her voice echoed through the fortress, layered into the lullabies fed through semen-room tubes. “Relax. Let go. Give.”

Wherever an empress went, so too did calm, fertility, and strange joy follow. War slowed in places where her special creamy milky semen was sold. War ended and the hearts of many softened. Lust became service. Some said Minnie Drew had rewritten masculinity itself. Others said she had returned it to its purest form: giving. And what of the Virelmen? They lived long lives, longer than any natural man. Their minds were suspended in dream-saturation, their bodies kept in perfect balance. Minnie ensured their pleasure was constant, their care immaculate, their minds free from fear. Some would awaken briefly for special ceremonies — to be hand-fed by her directly, or shown the stars from the garden balconies — before being returned to bliss. They loved her. And she, in her own way, loved them. Not as equals — no, never that — but as her flock. Her yield. Her kingdom of men who produced peace in a world made by semen.

One of them — Subject Red — rose to prominence in her eyes. His flow was rich, red-tinted, with the texture of silk and the magic of stormlight. She kept him in the High Chamber, visited him each night, fed him fruits by hand, and drank directly from him under the red moon. She whispered to him, “You are my fountain. My fire. You’ll never want again.” And he didn’t. No rebellion ever came. No great rupture or vengeance arc. The only climax was endless, rhythmic — the hum of the machines, the press of velvet suckers, the sighs of well-tended men. And high above it all, Minnie Drew sat in her throne of warmed stone, robes open, a chalice of fresh Noctmilk at her lips, watching her empire pump and pulse and prosper. They say she still lives, untouched by time. And if you walk close enough to the hills where her fortress rises, you may hear it: Suckle. Praise. Flow. And a voice, sultry and slow: “Let the world drink of me.”

I will never forget the night i meet Q,am not one to kiss and tell so his name will not be here besides we might all have a mister Q in our life.Was a Friday quiet night in the city.Nothing out of the ordinary,was just waking up from a nap when i decided to go out tonight.Has been such a long week and i needed to get some of that stress out.I always loved dancing it made me feel a whole nother person.The club was packed that evening,so many faces blured i was not interested in no one.Sipping my drink while i moved my body in tune with the music.My eyes were closed to feel the vibrations better but the second i opened them here he was. At 6 ft the man was standing tall, dark chocolate skin and those abys eyes that would hunt me forever.I could not stop staring was mesmerised by my view.I started to be one with the music when i notice his eyes on me, was like being caressed from the distance. I have never felt so naked in my life,but i yet could not stop my little show..tbc...

This is about power—but not the kind that shouts. I don’t need to raise My voice to command you. My power is soft and absolute. I command because it is natural that I do so. And you obey because it feels right. You may think you’re in control now. That you can stop whenever you like. That this is harmless fun. But deep down, you know the truth. You need this. You need Me. You want to be told when, how much, and how often. You want to be emptied. Owned. Known. And I? I want you vulnerable. Soft. Honest. You give to Me, and I give you something in return: clarity. Purpose. Freedom through submission.

The dice were thrown when I felt his presence behind me. Pretending not to see him, I started to move lasciviously. I turned around in fake surprise to apologize, as if I didn't know what I was doing, and then his smile made me feel like the ground was running away from under my feet.I have to have this man, I said to myself with a determination I hadn't felt until now. After we exchanged addresses, he simply evaporated. As clear as day I had a wet morning in my bedding.After talking for a few days, I was finally going to see this exemplary man who chased away my sleep.Looking at his fingers in the photographs, I told myself that a hard night was waiting for me. I was so excited that sleep did not touch my eyelids.I calmly got ready, making sure every inch of my body was hairless and soaked in aromatic oils.I discreetly put on my make-up, already knowing that it was pointless. At the end of the evening, there will be nothing on my face.The time has come to see each other, finally!

She was like a seductress with lips so alluring like alcohol. A temptress with enticing eyes, disguised as a damsel in distress. She was a Siren, a bewitching enchantress. Mesmerised by her beguiling vibe, many yearned to unveil her mysterious charm. Ready to dive in the ocean of her beauty, unaware and least bothered, if they would get drenched or drowned. Hypnotised by her mystique aura, they lost their identity, unable to perceive, yet lovingly drank themselves with the philtre of her venom.

I remember the day you entered my life like it was yesterday.. I had never seen someone like you, so tall, so majestic. Your skin as dark as a summer storm, your amber eyes, that smirk as if you already knew what I was thinking.. I could never deny you anything, not when you were looking at me with those eyes. I have never longed for anything as I do for you. I need to feel you tonight. Kiss me like it's the last time while you wrap your hand around my neck, look into my eyes while you penetrate me, show me that I belong to you. Let me worship you, I want to kiss every centimeter of you as if you are my religion.

1. Aesthetic Appreciation and Sensory Appeal To begin with, the attraction to bare feet often parallels other forms of aesthetic appreciation. Feet can trigger a pleasing sensory reaction, just as symmetry and balance in a face or painting can. 2. Emotional Connection and Comfort Feet, especially when bare and relaxed, can symbolize vulnerability and intimacy. Seeing someone barefoot may signal a state of comfort, trust, or casual openness. 3. The Role of Focus and Fetishism In psychological terms, a fetish is simply an intense focus on a non-genital body part or object that brings sexual or emotional satisfaction. Not all admirers are driven by erotic interest alone—many experience comfort, admiration, or even meditative calm in the presence of bare feet. 4. Neurological and Cultural Layers Interestingly, the foot and genital regions are adjacent in the brain’s somatosensory cortex. This proximity may help explain why feet are a common focus in fetishes or body-part admiration.

Dare to try new things, break stereo types be who you feel you are a color won't change your nature unless you shine in your true colors!

In the vast cosmic theater, two worlds drift through eternity — separate, silent, and whole. Each carries its own rhythm, its own pulse, a dance of atoms and dreams. Then, fate draws them close. The distance shrinks. A quiet tension builds in the void. And then — collision. An explosion of light and sound. Energy unleashed beyond measure. The old boundaries shatter, and something transcendent is born. In that fleeting moment, chaos becomes creation. Destruction becomes perfection. The energy born from conflict flows in perfect harmony — raw, wild, and infinite. Two worlds, once apart, now fused — a new universe sparked from the fire of their union.

Jareth was nothing. A foot-licker, the lowest of the low in the Empress Malara’s vast court. Born in the squalid alleys beyond the city’s glittering walls, he had scraped through a life marked by failure and scorn. His salvation had come in the form of an unlikely patron—a servant who, out of pity or boredom, presented Jareth to the Empress. Malara, a woman whose name inspired fear across kingdoms, saw in Jareth not a man, but a toy. A means to amuse herself, a living emblem of her unchallenged power. “Bring me my foot-licker,” she’d say with a wicked grin, voice sharp as a whip. And Jareth, his head bowed low, would crawl before her, ready to fulfill his humiliating role. His place was clear: lick the dirt from her feet, prove his loyalty with every desperate gesture. The court mocked him. The guards spat at him. Even the rats, denizens of the palace’s shadows, seemed to regard him with more respect. Yet Jareth endured, hiding a flicker of hope beneath the grime.

Lysera was vast—planet-sized, with hips that shaped tides and breasts that warmed continents. Around her, the starving and desperate micro men of Thimblehold thrived, living in sky-hollows and sailing pollen-sized airships to her chest and long hanging cock, where they gently milked her. It was sacred to them, life-giving. To Lysera, it was tender bliss. But she was not alone. From the shadowed side of the gas giant Virell rose Thalara—her match in size, soul, and desire. Where Lysera was warmth, Thalara was wild starlight, and her micro civilization danced in bioluminescent jungles that grew on her shoulder. She too welcomed the milking rituals, and the tiny hands that brought comfort with reverence. Sometimes, they lay across moons, hands entwined, giggling like ancient goddesses as their beloved micro humans tended to them. “We are life,” Thalara whispered. “And they are our joy,” Lysera replied. In their shared delight, galaxies quietly bloomed.

Alex always knew that he was different from the rest of the boys. His thin body, long legs, those blue and round eyes, pink and full lips made him feel anything but masculinity. That night he was alone at home, he was terribly bored. While he was arranging his wardrobe, his eyes ran to his girlfriend's underwear. The white lace so delicate made to discreetly hug the curves, the intriguing embroidery and last but not least the softness of the fabrics when he caressed it. "How would it feel on my skin?" He remembered the way his girlfriend prepares herself. After smearing his body with the cream, he made sure that it was smooth all over, without any kind of hairiness, so soft that you couldn't help but touch it .The lace of the bra caressed his sensitive nipples every time he moved while the panties molded to his hardened cock. He started to touch himself lightly, as if he was a girl unlike all the other times.

Welcome to my own community a place where you are free to be yourself, where no one will judge you, where you are accepted and appreciated. We will grow together till you reach your maximum potential. Rules to fallow: 1.Be polite 2.Don't kink shame no one 3.Tip if you have request in public chat

I can't get your voice out of my head, has become my favorite addiction. I love your voice when you talk to me. I love the way you breathe so jerky when your mouth gets dry. When a simple sound makes you melt, when you feel every breath as if it were a touch, the more jerky it gets, the harder you get wet. When one sense is missing, others wake up. Close your eyes, listen to how the voice becomes touch, making your skin tingle. Thinking about it makes me want to use you even more until you are drained and I am made to feel whole.

His desires were growing up stronger day by day, was becoming almost impossible to contain himself in the older presence. His perfect muscular body was always in his view and all he wanted to do is to sink his teeth in that delicious display of flash. His hunger to belong to the eldest was deeper then ay other thing he ever experienced.. .ah ,and the devil knew all about it! Every time he will lay eyes on the younger, he would bite his lips sinfully looking him straight in the eyes, all you could read was lust and hunger . The raven was gorgeous, so precious and yet fragile , his doo eyes were begging to be posses . That night he knew he has no escape. Malcom was a bit tipsy and smiling so bright looking at the city his clothes were long time laying on the floor. He felt so warm, so alive . He was luring the oldest in his spell, all he wanted is to belong to him to be devoured by that mouth so he was putting his perfect frame on a full display. TBC

In that moment he needed to be consumed, to feel her, to wear her mark. Just as he needed to open himself to her, to be desired, taken, owned! The web I cast in you is stronger than your willingness. All you can do is surrender and allow Me. Go on, thank Me for making you feel this stimulated, weakened yet strengthened to serve Me with everything in you.

Seth wrap his hand on Malcom throat so slow that did not felt real. ''Do you like that lil one?'' the oldest said in such a deep voice. Malcom was so lost in Seth's touch that was not aware he started to whimper. He was getting so hard that almost hurt. The sec Seth penetrated him, Malcom was moaning his name like a mantra. '' Please don't let me go!''

Who can say when fantasy end and reality blends in?So caught in own thoughts that feels so real...Who decides what is good and what is wrong?All you feel in your veins is the thirst for more,for another touch,for another kiss,for another whisper word...a moment is all it takes

What do you see when you look in the mirror? Do you see yourself? Or a better version? Do you really see yourself or is it just a reflection, a mirage? Here's what I see when I look in My mirror: In quiet lines, a story grows, A flicker bright, a soul that shows. Each curve and mark, a voice so true, A world within, both old and new. Not just a letter, not just a face, But endless strength, a gentle grace. A character, rare — alive, complete, In every glance, a heart’s soft beat.

The image in the mirror haunted him, he looked at his body dressed in silk that seemed to flow in waves, his golden soft skin , everything seemed unreal. He needed to be looked at, to be touched, to be used ... his breathing was becoming heavier as the pleasure took its place. His warm breath made him shiver, as did his hungry eyes, his deep voice whispering to him: already so wet for me my little sissy?

I dreamed of your hands on my skin so many times that they became part of my reality. So strong and yet soft, touching me everywhere. Your kisses melt me, so wet and sinful. I forgot to breathe a long time ago, I'm too busy to memorize your scent. I look into your eyes as you mark every inch of my skin, so intoxicating and yet so necessary. They belong entirely to you, only to you. When I think it's over, you're there to remind me who they belong to.

I still remember the summer I met you, lost in that peach orchard somewhere at midnight. You found my oasis of peace, my little sanctuary where I hid when the world became too much to bear. There, I saw your figure for the first time. You looked like a lure, as if the goddess Luna herself made you. Your golden skin, sprinkled with moles. You looked sun-kissed, your copper hair, full lips... oh how many nights I would spend thinking about them... You seemed to be a peach yourself. Soft on the outside, sinfully sweet on the inside, with sticky sap

How many times did you feel the need to be the one under, to forget about the fact your are forced to act strong by society when all you wanted to do was closing your eyes and surrender?

We change with the time but does the time changes with us? Be as the water, cause nothing stands in her way. Stay loyal to who you are, stay strong, life goes on with or without you. Fight to be happy, fight to be free ,fight to show the world who you are and that you matter!

That evening he ceased to be the man everyone knew. That night, Sofie was born, a sweet and submissive girl.He forgot everything, and succumbed to temptation. He loved how the silk felt on his skin, how delicate the lace was, the warmth of the choker embraced the sensitive skin of his neck. Sofie looked in the mirror as she applied her lipstick to her full lips, now everything was perfect. In just a few minutes she could be free, free to serve, free to show her beauty, she had been freed from all masculinity.

For you, the one who always smiles, for the one who continues to get out of bed every day, for the one who doesn't give up, for the one who follows his dream, for the one who has lost all except himself, for those who continue to dream, for fighters! For all of you, you are doing great keep going ! Fighting!

Devil's got a cut, like a slit in a cattles calf Dollar sign snakes, I'm all in the damned Godless, fearless of the flood Or the blood of the coming spring.Open your mouth, love Like a gutted church My goat horns are napalm trees And a crown of thorns is hard to swallow

Walking down the street, my nostrils were invaded by an old smell of books so intense that I lost myself in memories. Nostalgia that has carried me for a long time in the past. Fragments of what I was, who I am and what I will be emerge at every step. I'm still not what I want but with every step that brings me closer I start to love myself more.

The color of life ,the color of blood, the color of love...A color to describe so many feelings and so many mind states. Makes you tremble, makes you blush, makes you feel alive! Surrender yourself with the colors that makes you dream.

What is hidden under the mask you are wearing? What is hidden under your shy smile? When you are alone, when no one sees you? You have no reason to hide, here are you and me. Show me what you are, you are safe

I am feminine, i am bold, i am soft,i am beautiful there for i give myself to you !

no caption need

The night had just begun, the candles burning slowly flickering as sensual music filled the room. The air was full of your perfume, I could never confuse it. Dazzling, spicy, fascinating as you are.Your full mouth kisses me so hungry, slowly sucking and biting my lower lip. I tremble under your touch, I can't stop moaning, I want you buried deep in me. Without words, without hesitation, only the two of us united by this desire that burns in my soul.Fill me with you, with your scent, with your voice. Wash me in your scent cause I am forever yours.

The evil in our desires typically does not lie in what we want, but that we want it too much. I want to be honest, I want to be bad, I want to destroy you, I want to move fast!

His golden eyes had a special glow tonight, you could read in them desire and fear, what was he afraid of? They were together for the first time in a room, alone, without other indiscreet glances. He was more than ready to let himself be dominated, to surrender all his weapons, he was finally ready to accept what he is. ''By the time I felt her hands around my neck I was already lost. I felt her light touch like a feather on my sensitive and hot skin. Are you ready to receive me in you?'' He never forgot the moment when he felt completely, dominated, so submissive under the thin lace that covered him. Finally home!

Instead of your hearts this year i am aiming for your sweet peaches out here.

Look at you,so pretty in pink,with those legs spread open reveling your wet sweet prick just for my eyes....You become more needy each moment that pass,gulping deep but sweet baby i have exactlly what you need

Oh, how delightful are the pleasures of imagination! In those delectable moments, the whole world is ours; not a single creature resists us, we devastate the world, we repopulate it with new objects which, in turn, we immolate. The means to every crime is ours, and we employ them all, we multiply the horror a hundredfold. We are no guiltier in following the primitive impulses that govern us than is the Nile for her floods or the sea for her waves. - Marquis de Sade -

The question that will always follow you because that is something that you will always think about. Wondering in silence or next to someone else but still the question remains. What did you hide from yourself, from your true self? What did you not allow yourself to do, to try to test? The first things are basic instinct, always there when we chase down humanity, the second is the rational side that will guide us to what we know that we did not do and the last are the things based on feeling. Never is too late to set your true self free, never is too late to allow your inner self to try the things that your conscience fears. For those who are starting to reconsider the way they wish things to be freedom is at just one step. For those who still are in fear well I have that voice that can guide you.

Epic Goal of my life is not something related to a perfume or a bag, a new car or some designer clothes. I am not that type of woman. My Epic Goal is based more on something that will make me feel really happy and I don’t act like a happy happy joy joy person but this is the reason why it should be important to me. Traveling to Coreea is the Goal, the epic life trip and adventure that will make me more than just excited. So, I am pretty sure that most of you will love to help me fulfill that Goal and who knows, maybe I will bring you some new ideas from there.

I feel your eyes burning my skin, you look at me constantly, you have something in sight that keeps me in a hypnotized place. I don't move, I don't breathe, I don't live until you kiss me.

I see you staring at me, while you bite your lips and swallow dry. We both know what's next: prey and predator eye to eye, you pull me closer while you stick your lips to mine.

I sit and watch you and I already know what you need but I want to hear that you are ready to beg before you are fed.

All that alcohol does for them is to liberate the sense of sin, which reason suppresses is saner moments.

Caught between reality and fantasy you still wonder when you will accept yourself as you are without filters without lies only you

You tell me this by looking into my eyes begging for your primary need... TO BE CONTINUED

A true Dom doesn't just take control of you or tries to order you around. That's not Dominance, that's bullying. A true Dom is ALWAYS respectful, will guide you, instruct you, encourage you, help you and drive you to reach your full potential. Not in the bedroom, in LIFE. A true Dom will be the most supportive person you've ever met. A true Dom will challenge you and teach you things about yourself that you never knew before. A true Dom will bring the very best in you.

It was a time when humans didn't even exist. At that time we existed, we loved and we felt. I was one of them, I was made from light and designed to fall into darkness. Now I know that all what craved for was real back then. The wish of freedom, the desire to know answers, the burning wish to break the rules. Everything was there, when I was made, when I didn't accept to love other human just because it was meant to be. I broke the rules, I broke the gate and a man's heart. I never said that I am sorry, because I never was. Starting from that day I was free, fallen in disguise but free to be whoever I wanted. I set an example. Even Lucifer followed me on this path. You may not know so much about all these stories, because they cut me from the Holy Bible :)), but I have my own way to let my story out here. Are you brave enough to put the right questions and to seek for the real answers?!

I am not that normal dominatrix. I don't stalk you into the dungeon at midnight. I am the shy neighbor next door. I always wanted to be a dominatrix. In my regular client pool I have many clients: some gay, some females, some straight, some policemen, some lawyers or professors. I sit down and listen to them talk about their expectations and absolute limits, and of course.. about their past BDSM experiences. I want to know what led them into the realm of Bondage, DIscipline, Sado-Masochism. Readers may think that the men I meet here are abnormal, but I have found they are well balanced, able to separate the fantasy part of their lives from the reality. I have formed long friendships based on a mutual honesty that instantly puts the relationship on a different level. - MinnieDrew -

It was that moment when Mister S opened the door of the room he couldn't ever forget. That room filled with boxes, chests, drawers and other old pieces of furniture. They all smelled like past and as present at the same time. Everything brought back memories to him. Memories with Georgia, his beloved mistress. It was a SM-room, full of whips, canes, chains, torture racks, a dusty old spanking horse and of course his beloved iron rings fixed in the wall. Everything was still there to tell their tales. Oh.. those intense SM tales.. What kind of tales one could only ask.. Tales of humiliation and adoration, tales of satisfaction and pain. Her worshippers came from all over the world. Mister S for example was from London. They travelled all the way to Europe to serve and worship her in that room which now is dusty but full of actuality. Damn how much she loved to dominate men. They also loved being dominated by her. They would fall at her feet, so weak, so helpless...

You are sitting right there, in the corner of an old bar, close to the French quarter of New Orleans. You are drinking that bottle of Bourbon slowly, your eyes are running across the room, looking for that one lady that will make you at least to feel alive. It's hard, right? All have dose dresses not too long and not too short but enough to make you dream of their legs, that hair perfectly made that you will love to mess it up, dose heels, not too high but also not too small. One perfect and balanced combination. One soft blues song brought you back at the bar, at a blink of the eye you saw her across the bar.

In this room is just the light of the fire, burning so intense in front of you, as your desire. I take a soft sip from a glass of wine, I am there right in front of you, looking at the same fire that you look at. You ask me softly if you can undress, for one brief second I just let you boil, I have no wish to answer you at all. But then an idea crosses my mind and I turn my eyes on you, I ask you to strip slowly for me on the music that is in the background and in the same way the fire is playing right next to you. I see the little smile on your lips, your body getting up from that chair and moving slowly. I ask you to slow down, to please my eyes and senses, to do exactly how I command you to do. Like a little puppet you follow my lead, you know that as much as you will please me you will get your reward. For the first time or second, or well who counts? You are doing all what I wish because you feel this urge to offer me the biggest pleasure, the one to be in control.

The soul that has conceived one wickedness, can nurse no good thereafter.

The devil was never meant to be locked in hell but his ambition brought him to that point. The burning desire to have more, to know more, to feel more. The same desire that i see in you. It never comes down to be a sinner or a Saint, it comes down to have the guts to accept what you wish for, what you tremble at and to take that thing. So welcome to the perfect place where sinners will see trough other sinner with not even one blink of judgement.

Yes I have a new toy boy but that is not a reason for you to not join me. Think that each time my other toys will touch this sexy and curved toy boy I will think of you, imagine that each tender slab that I will give to this lovely toy it will be you. Dream about my nails easily scratching your skin when you will see what I can do on this little one. I told you that I will be always in your dreams and desires, at just one corner away from you, now I will have you in my power as well. Next to me, you will surrender in front of what I have prepared for you.

You know when you will start to enjoy sex? At the time you will understand that pleasure is a word with many understandings. My secret pleasure is to control you, to make you obey, to feel spoiled and loved by you. My secret weapon? Is my mind, that dark place where I know you wish to take a pic, but is hard to find the door. My way to tempt you in my room? Is by using your biggest desire because my love, desire becomes surrender and surrender always becomes power. I am sure you wish to know more, to know me better but this is only up to you, do you have what it takes to enter in my room? Sure that I can be sweet and be sure that I know to love as well, but for those who wish more from a woman than a pretty smile? Well they will get what they are looking for.

It is just a way to see things, is true that from time to time the student can beat his master but believe me you will need at last 100 lives in order to teach all and perform all. Till then, you can join my class, be silent and polite and let me guide you to what Lust and Sin look like.

Sit down! The voice crossed the room and came around your ear. It was fast but soft at the same time, was an order but also a gentle request, coming from me.. you should have known. I come slowly down the stairs and you sit right in front of me with that red wine. I can see your eyes going down following my legs. I ask you to stop, your eyes are now blocked somewhere between my hips and feet. I continue my way to you, letting the music make her magic. You know that you are mine and at that moment you start to feel my perfume you keep moving your eyes up, you wish to meet mine and try to guess what I have in mind for you tonight. I start to play with my nails on your head and I tell you that I wish to be pleased and spoiled in so many ways, I tell you that I wish some red wine to start with. In this time you are already under my command so I invite you in my room to see what I have prepared for you.

It's time, the choice is yours. It's up to you, I will not force you. You've read my rules, seen my chosen tools. Completely submit to ME and let your desires run free or leave and continue to be mediocre. Accept or deny your destiny!

I want you to show me every twisted, frightened thought you have ever had. I am dark poetry and you my dear, my avid reader. The more you will read about me, the more you will fall for me. Reading a dark poetry will never make you need a safe word, because your safe word will be easily understood in-between sighs and moans. When your mistress walks she treads on the ground with such a divine elegance that will make your body tremble, of fear.. of passion.. of desire. You will never know until you will finally fall into her graces.

"A whore may be naked, but a mistress is nude. We are talking class." - James Kilpatrick This quote has always had a huge meaning to me because you know, your mistress should offer you what nobody else does. You are standing right in front of me and yet you are missing. Cum for me, comfort me. Your misery could use a little company. Bow down to the mesmerizing feelings that I can provide you. Grab a glass of your finest bourbon, talk, let me explore, let me know more of what makes you tremble, of what makes you shake. Sit down and don't worry about the darkness in my soul. It ignites me like an embered coal. It will help you become the designer of your own catastrophy and pleasure. You know what they say.. light is easy to love? Do you have what it takes to love the darkness? I dare you. With love, Your mistress.

Domination is something that just a few of us know how to do. I will love to show you what this world of pleasure and sin looks like. I will guide you through each step and in exchange you will spoil me, worship me and you will be mine forever. One small price comparing to what I can show you behind the closed doors that you are so scared to open.