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A blindfolded woman clothed in the ragged remains of a tshirt and pants sits tied to a chair. Red double lines of cane marks cross her thighs. Where they cross, tiny beads of blood show. A tall, redhaired woman holds a knife in her hand. "You WILL tell me what I want to know, she said." She kneels and begins to saw at the crotch of the smaller woman's ragged pants. The cloth parts. She slowly runs the blade of the knife along the small woman's labia. "Give me a name. Tell me who you gave the papers to." She begins to press the point of the knife into the brunette's pubic area. "Are you going to tell me or..."
A bearded man wearing a diaper sits in the floor playing with blocks. A cozy, motherly woman in a skirt and blouse comes in. "Nap time, sweetie. Come cuddle with me and I'll tell you a story." The man runs to her and she leads him to a futon and cuddles up beside him. She gently removes his thumb from his mouth. "No, no, darling, your teeth will come in all crooked and ugly. Now stay still. Once upon a time there was a little girl named Goldilocks..."
A transvestite dressed in lingerie sits in a chair while a pretty, red haired lady puts the finishing touches on his makeup. She holds up a mirror, "Beautiful, hon. You have gorgeous eyes and that little bit of blue on he outer edges brings out the color, see?" He nods and smiles tentatively, then a bit wider. The red head takes his hand, "Here, lets get the whole effect in a full length mirror, and then, I'll show you how to walk in heels." The newly dressed woman blushes, and turns eagerly to look at her new self.
A tightly bound man lies on the floor with a cruelly smiling domme kneeling above him, "Now, varlet, you will open your mouth and drink what I give you, or I'll beat you even more." She slaps his face, lightly, then harder and he obediently opens his mouth for her golden stream.
"No marks please, Mistress," the small blonde woman says. "I can't go home with marks."
"But you want to hurt for me?" the redhead asked?
"Yes, Mistress" the little blonde replies.
The redhead attaches leather cuffs to the blonde's wrists, and then attaches those to rings in the wall. She places her ankles in cuffs, then uses a spreader bar to keep them apart. "Comfy, little one?" she asks? The blonde nods. The redhead places a blindfold on the blonde, then picks up a brown cynlinder about the size of an electric toothbrush with a glass rake attached.
The taller woman presses a button on the cylinder, and purple sparks shoot out the prongs of the rake. She slowly runs them over the smaller woman's breasts, then her stomach, then starts down the mons...as the small woman finally shrieks-but doesn't ask to stop.
A weeping mans sits in the arms of a red haired woman, crying. She hands him another tissue, hugs him and rocks him while making crooning noises. Eventually, he looks up at her, storm passed, "I'm so sorry Mistress, he says." "No, my darling, never be sorry. If it touches you inside, that is good. Now, it will all be better. Just stay still, darling. I'm here, and you are safe." She holds tightly to him as he relaxes in her embrace. Some of the ugly, repressed things in his mind have come out, and they were not the monsters that the dark had made them seem.
A laughing, blindfolded, naked man is chained to the wall of a dungeon with a giggling red head in a short denim dress tickles him with a feather duster. She drops the duster, grabs a piece of ice from the glass on the nearby table, and applies it to the man's back, running it down to his buttocks. He yelps, and falls into the wall trying to get away, they both laugh harder as she drops the ice and begins to lightly scratch him with her nails and spider her fingertips over him. The redhead has only begun to ply her "victim" with sensations.
In a darkened room, a man lies on a futon as a red haired woman runs her hands over him. "Ready?" she asks? Are you sure you want to do this? He nods, apprehensively. She picks up a violet wand with one hand, and a wet ball of cotton with the other. She runs the cotton over his outstretched hand and arm, then applies the violet wand. Flames run down the man's arm, and her hand quickly follows putting them out. She relights the alcohol, and again puts out the flame. Then reaches for the cotton again and swabs another area...
A long haired woman kneels head to the floor, naked, in front of a leather clad domina sitting on a chair. "You understand your transgression?" the domina asks her? "Yes, Mistress" replies the slavegirl. "I think 50 strokes on that dainty little bottom will do it? Do you agree?" The domina gestures with a short single tail whip as emphasis. "F-f-f-fifty, Mistress?" the slavegirl shivers. "If it pleases you, Mistress," she adds, crawling forward to kiss her Mistress's ankle. The domina stands and walks behind the slavegirl. She takes a comfortable position, then the whip lashes out, "One!" she says as the slavegirl moans softly. The lash flicks out again, "Two..."
A tall man, in japanese bondage lies on sofa cushions on the floor where a red haired woman kneels. "Hurt me." he mutters in a barely audible voice. "I WILL darlin" says the red head. She swabs his scrotum with betadine, then alcohol, pulls a bit of the skin over a cork in her left hand, and holds an unsheathed needle in her right. "Ready?" she asks? "Yes," he replies softly.
She drives the needle through his skin in one continuous motion.
She slides her fingers slowly over his chest. "Breathe for me, darlin. Long, deep breath. Exhale. Okay?" He nods.
She takes another needle into her hand...
A naked man stands beside a pot where brandy is flaming. His hands are cuffed behind him. A cruelly smiling, scantily clad woman says, "Now, you can kiss me, as long as you stand over the flames..." He willingly takes a step to stand, legs spread, over the flames. She moves against him and turns her face to his.
I'm all of these people. I have them all inside me. I can be mommy, nurse, girlfriend, pet owner, evil domme, captor, sweet mistress, bitch, tease, aloof mistress and any combination in between.
Fetish and fantasy play are my life. I live with a slave who is always my slave. No breaks. He's mine at all times. It's not a game for us, it's reality.
I can make YOUR fantasy a reality. Have you ever wanted a medical exam from a nurse who decided to turn it into a series of torments? Have you wanted to be foreced to dress as a woman? Have you wanted to retreat to the safety of childhood? Or wanted to be beaten until you HAD to use your safe word? What is your fantasy? Give it to me, and perhaps I'll fulfil it, but always MY way. I'll add *MY* input to it.
My services are safe, sane, consensual, and legal. I do not provide sexual services. Sexual services are not legal. This is not a ploy to get a tip. I really will not provide you with any form of sexual services. No intercourse, oral, hand jobs, etc. It won't happen.
What does happen is that fantasies, desires, needs, and wants that you have never been able to let out before suddenly find expression and freedom. You no longer have to hide them from your wife/sweetheart/family, but can give them to me, and I'll help you realize them. All you have to do is call (510) 234 7887 or send me email. Or...do nothing...the choice is yours.
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