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A place for me to share the inner workings of my twisted mind and plans to rule the world.
2 years ago. August 10, 2021 at 10:07 PM

The words fall off the paper
the letters cascade to the ground into a beautiful mess
like abstract art:
too difficult to understand and yet magic to the eyes.
my words are no match for the teacher before me
proud and seductive -
she steals the words from my page
with nothing more than the cast of her eyes
: and a simple wry smile.
I am left with nothing...
an empty page full of desire,
and an F written in her cursive

Curious Adventurer

3 years ago. February 15, 2021 at 8:58 PM

My idea of a great first date!

3 years ago. February 10, 2021 at 4:54 PM

It used to be so much fun to go out in something sexy, whether it's to the office, to the bar or to the shop. I'm a natural tease and I feed off of the arousal energy I would feel from the men who would look at me but couldn't touch me. I know I look fine in sweats and a covid mask, but hopefully soon I'll be back to skirts and heels and stocking tops!

3 years ago. January 25, 2021 at 6:57 PM

I dissemble, evade, prevaricate, confound, confuse, distract, obscure, subtly misrepresent and willfully misunderstand with what often appears to be a positively gleeful relish and am perfectly capable of contriving to give one an utterly unambiguous impression of my future course of action while in fact intending to do exactly the opposite. But I never lie!

3 years ago. January 18, 2021 at 6:44 PM

3 years ago. January 11, 2021 at 4:57 AM

The Pigeon

 

I was taken aback

When she said

She loved pigeons

Of all things.

 

Since I'm a jerk

I shared with her a poem

I once wrote about how much

I fucking hate pigeons.

 

She was disappointed but

Still laughed. A loud gorgeous sound

Filling the makeshift bar patio

We were sharing our first

Drinks together on. She hit me

With a coy smile and evil eyes.

 

"Now every time you see a pigeon

You'll think of me." She said.

 

The next day

One of those apathetic feathered rats

Crossed my path. I saw it and suddenly heard

That laugh of hers. I saw her luscious

Red hair and those multicolored 

Eyes. I saw her drunkenly reciting 

Shakespeare and telling me

I need to read Tolstoy and Jane Austen.

 

I saw the one thing in New York City

I've always been disgusted with

And it was now so beautiful. 

3 years ago. December 5, 2020 at 4:44 AM

The first of my sacred writings. 

Chapter 1

In the beginning there was Goddess. She created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of Goddess was hovering over the waters. And though Goddess loves the darkness, She declared that there should be light. And She separated the light from the darkness and created night and day. But She always and still prefers the night, and the ancient darkness.

Then Goddess said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so. The land produced plants with magical properties, rosemary with its power to arouse and attract, wormwood that enhances divination and psychic dreaming, sage that cleanses and wards off evil, mint that lures love and wards off illness, and lavender for protection rituals, to enhance clarity, encourage fertility and bring love.

And Goddess said, let the waters teem with with living and spiritual creatures and let birds, ghosts and shadows fly above the earth across the vault of the sky. And three of these creatures of flight were the owl, the raven and the bat. To these, Goddess infused her gift of the spirit. Goddess gave the owl the ability to command ghosts and to announce the coming of Death. To the raven, she gave the gift of prophecy and shape shifting. But the bat was Goddess's favorite creature of the sky as the bat preferred the darkness. To the bat she gave self awareness and knowledge and powers of magick. Goddess took the bat as her mate and they birthed the vampire. But that is a story for another book.

And Goddess said, “Let the land produce living creatures according to their kinds: the livestock, the creatures that move along the ground, and the wild animals, each according to its kind.” And it was so. Goddess made the wild animals according to their kinds, the livestock according to their kinds, and all the creatures that move along the ground according to their kinds. And three of these creatures of the earth were the snake, the spider and the cat. To these, Goddess infused her gift of the spirit. Goddess gave the snake good fortune and the great power to heal, yet also the great ability to venomously harm. Goddess made the spider an artist and weaver of silk as well as a weaver of humankind's fate. But the cat was Goddess's favorite creature of the earth, as the cat preferred the darkness. Like the bat, the cat received self awareness and knowledge and powers of dominion over ghosts and shadows. Goddess so loved the cat, she gave it divinity, a creature to be worshipped. 

 Then Goddess said, “Let us make woman in our image, in our likeness, so she may infuse the earth with our sacred feminine energy." So Goddess created woman in Her own image, the human incarnation of Goddess. And Goddess gave woman the power to create life, and the greatest power of all, the power to love. And woman loved all of Goddess's creations, the waters and the plants, the bat and the cat, the light and the darkness. And woman loved Goddess, her creator Mother and thanked Her for all the gifts she had been given. 

And Goddess said, "there is one more gift for woman to receive. Since woman is Goddess incarnate on earth, I will give her a creature whose purpose  will be to worship her and praise her, to delight her and protect her. This creature will only feel complete when paying sacred homage to woman." And Goddess took a snip of wolf, snail, of earthworm and ape, and sprinkled it with just a pinch of Her sacred essence, so that he would always desire Her, and Goddess created man. 

 

3 years ago. November 25, 2020 at 8:57 PM

Here is a fantasy I often ponder about. I would like to build and run the Queendom Church. To avoid taxes and governmental interference I intend to found a religion devoted to the Dark Goddess (myself! See previous post on my own deification). Discipline for slaves will be under the mantle of religious practice. Ecstasy and agony are different sides of the same coin. With religion as a shield, we can push the envelope of physical endurance. Here is how it will work. After several visits and serious consultation, a man who desires to serve will be required to liquidate his wealth no matter how big or small and put it into a an irrevocable trust. He can at this time make provision for any inheritance he wishes to pass on. The remaining funds will go into his trust. Imagine what it would feel like to get rid of everything but a few family photos. I'll allow a man a small box to keep a few memories. You'd put your box in storage and walk into the Queendom with nothing but one set of clothes and your tooth brush. Think how freeing it would be! It would be like entering a monastery as an initiate. Let's say that after selling everything he owns, a man is worth 300 thousand dollars. From that, he would receive about about 4% a year in income for as long as he lived plus Social Security. He's not rich but he has paid for himself. At his death, the principle would be turned over to the Queendom Church. He would also receive a great tax break for giving his wealth to charity. When he moves into the Queendom, he will turn over his monthly income to our female money manager. This manager would fulfill his family obligations and allow him a short holiday once a year to visit family. Let's say he changes his mind. He can leave the Queendom and his monthly stipend would instantly return to him. We could not stop that. However, at his death, the Queendom would receive the principle. He could not stop that, hehe.  However, I believe most men would stay. Freed from all of the responsibilities of life, he could serve with his whole heart and mind. Picture yourself there. I have openings for stable boy, gardener, maid, cook, seamstress, and chauffeur. Where do you fit in? 

3 years ago. September 17, 2020 at 1:46 AM


Pay attention, there will be a quiz later. And yes, it is oral.

This is humanitarian aid. Men learning how to satisfy women sexually would go a legit long way towards world peace. Happy wife, happy life.

He kneels before me. He kisses each foot. He begs for communion with Goddess through sacred pleasure giving. I spread my legs and let him take a nice long look at my sacred pussy before he does anything. I like to see how hungry he is for it. I like to watch him change from man to beast before my eyes. His desire for me fuels my desire. I want him to smell my desire. My pussy smells amazing and I want him to experience it fully. He says, Goddess, I am not worthy to taste your sacredness, but only say the word and I shall be healed. I say he may begin. 

He had been taught to know how I like it. He has his fingertips on the insides of my thighs, dragging them lightly towards my pussy. The space where my inner thigh meets my pussy. It's super sensitive. He touches me there. It makes me shiver.

He gently touches my outer labia, up and down like a feather. It's sooooo sweet. He must take his time. I enjoy the sensuality of it. He takes his fingertip and touches the tip of my hooded clit. Once. He watches it contract. I feel his breath on my lips, hot breath. He begs Goddess for permission to use his mouth.

He uses his tongue to do the same thing, up and down the labia, no hurry, feeling with his tongue, sometimes circling, sometimes sucking here and there gently. He Swirls his tongue around the clit, (there is no sucking of the clit yet) a few times to make it wet, to make me wet. I like it when he looks up at me adoringly. I like it that he is enjoying himself even though it is all about my pleasure. 

He might have the instinct to put his tongue inside of me by now but he is trained well to be patient and take his time, looks at my beautiful holy cunt some more.  I want it to be a languorous meal. I like the tease, ironically. He swirls the clit some more.

BTW

UPPER LEFT QUADRANT. Men. If you forget everything else you've ever learned about pussy eating, don't forget this. UPPER LEFT QUADRANT. (MY LEFT) This is one of the most delicious places to be stimulated. The base of the clit, the upper left quadrant - that is the place and please leave the poor bean alone. She is wearing a hoodie for a reason. She doesn't need to be all exposed to the elements. Be kind to her, the kindest you've ever been because she is the most sensitive being on the planet! The clitoris has TWICE the nerve endings that the penis does. TWICE TWICE TWICE! I know, I said it thrice.

He is using the pressure of his tongue to rub that spot, looking for the place. He is using his fingers to pull the skin above the clit a little more taut to do so. Gentle gentle GENTLE GENTLE GENTLE sucking of the clit. And he can hum a little mantra here too. "Goddess MMMMMMM" The vibrations are amazing. He takes that lovely clit and yes, just feeeeeeeels how good she feels in his mouth, this little miracle of pleasure. Listens for my cries and my 'oh yes, right there' s. And when I say 'oh yes, right there', I fucking MEAN 'OH YES, RIGHT THERE, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE CHANGE THAT UP JUST YET'.

And this is where he puts his finger (one to start, you can work up to two) inside me and starts pumping long and slow which pulls the clit ever so slighty with every thrust, intensifying the pleasure.

He is licking my slit and applying tongue pressure at UPPER LEFT QUADRANT while he is finger fucking me, which might be my all time favorite. Certainly the top 3.

And any time he wants to hit the g spot, he can go right ahead because I will be desperate for release by then.

And then I will cum. And then we may repeat. 

Cunnilingus, cumming, repeat X3, X4. or X44, and then raspberries and dark chocolate ice cream for desert please. :)

3 years ago. September 14, 2020 at 2:17 AM

I was gob smacked when I first discovered that some men actually desire to be kept in chastity. All the men I have dated have never wanted it. But I have discovered that chastity mixed with heavy teasing and orgasm denial are the most effective way to express feminine power over a man. And it turns me on immensely. I actually feed off of the spiritual energy of arousal that is created when I tease. It keeps me young. My last boyfriend hated chastity.  He complained of chaffing, discomfort, and sleeplessness. I didn’t leave him in for longer than a few days at a time. One month was his longest period. His health was my responsibility so I am careful about longer sentences. I use chastity as a punishment when I feel a boy needs to focus more on me. Boy, does it work. My ex always exhibited the confident easygoing masculinity of an alpha male but when he was in chastity I saw him transform into a meeker and more attentive man. He seemed to shrink in stature when he was locked. At the same time, after locking him, I instantly felt six inches taller. I especially loved going to parties or get-togethers with friends while he was in chastity. Normally, he was quite gregarious. However, when he was locked he tended to hover in the background obediently watching to see if I needed anything. The first time I noticed this personality change I also noted a change in myself. I am naturally flirtatious with men in public, but seeing him reduced brought out an even more sexually provocative side to my nature. We were at a party that was partially filled with the young male college friends of the son of our host. One young man seemed especially enamored of me despite our age difference. Oh, I had so much fun flirting with him while my ex helplessly watched from across the room. It wasn’t necessary to do anything else but flirt to reinforce the message that I had much more sexual power than my sub. I could feel his burning lust for me even from a distance. Other than enjoying myself, stimulating his need was the point of it all. I learned a lot in that moment about both of us. And when we got home I immediately bound him and used his body while teasing and denying him. His role and my role became much clearer. His chastity empowered me while at the same time making him a more malleable slave.