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Wild Card Part 2

Desiree, September 7, 2010

Richard, for this is the stranger's name, is clearly excited by my proposal.  What man wouldn't be?  My physical appearance is remarkable enough.  I am six feet tall, very slim with jutting cheekbones.  My skin is naturally pale with a patrician' s nose and full lips.  This evening I wear a black satin side-split dinner dress.  My blackness is a clear, cool pool in which my targets immerse their frenzied nervous system allowing them rest, giving them a false sense of security before I strike.  My violently red and black thick curls dangle down around my shoulders, peacock quills decorate my hair and my penetrating green eyes have an inescapable stare.  He looks beyond himself into a space only I inhabit...into pain and loss mixed with the sweet possibility that this gorgeous woman could be his.  He does not suspect how well I know him.  I have seen this look so often on the faces of my victims.  Money is no object to him, another fortune could be accumulated, and women he has in plenty, but his independence he values above even his own life.  His code of ethics was formulated on the sports fields of public school...so I know he will never renege on a deal.

These are my terms.  We are to play three games.  Roulette where fate is queen, poker where skill has its part and chance is there in disguise, and backgammon.

The terms are agreed and strictly supervised.  I give the word "begin".  We drink through the first game, watching the red and black spin under our hands.  It is Richard that fortune favors on this occasion.  However, lady luick may have been on his side, this time he is left with a curious sense of unease.  As is my want, and as I am always allowed, I instruct the croupier to change the white ball for a round piece of marble I always carry with me.  I leave the table and knowing my quarry, expect Richard to ask the coupier about this.  He would have replied in his usual sorry lament:...

"Years ago a man such as I but younger and stronger, not lined and broken. entered a wager with a red and black haired beauty, the "Queen of Queens" an expert at cards.  The result was he found himself a sexual slave in her place of many mansions, a place so vast no man can comprehend it.  Degraded by his servitude of many years his frustration burst forth and he toppled a statue based on the Lady herself.  It slid down the marble staircase on which it stood.  So vast was the mansion built by multitudes of servile men, so long the staircase, steep and narrow, that the statue reduced bit by bit at every flight, was, at the end of its journey, worn to this tiny marble.  Madam uses it to mock you, all men and me.  Such to Madam and her kin are the thunderings and crashings of men.  Beware stranger, beware!"

Richard, however,ignores his unwarranted confidence, as I knew he would, putting it down to the charming indiscretions of the men in this area.  It would be a wonderful tale to tell his friends.  He thinks no more of the marble ball.

Too be continued...                          

Wild Card

Desiree, September 6, 2010

I have always been a predator and tamer of men.  It's an inclination and talent I was born with.  What I don't know from instinct I acquired from studying dominatrices.  Through them I gained the trappings and techniques of my sexual practice but their games were only a minor diversion to me.  I wanted to go further, much further and I had found a way to do it.  Discovering that I needed to find what a man values and then whether he will risk it.  I became an expert at putting a challenge in such a way as to make it irresistible.  I had an uncanny sense for those who were craving a new life, who wanted to be taken away.  Men served me in the hope of winning my heart but it was the thought of what they might lose that really excited them.

I understood this well because through my attributes, generously bestowed by nature, I have everything humanly possible in this world.  Money, power,and sex are mine for the taking.  I am the successful gambler.  I need to play for more sophisticated stakes than others, as the only thrills left to me are making men captive, bringing them into total servitude to my desires and savage sexual attentions.  Money enables me to make my dreams reality but it isn't important in itself.  It funds a Fem Dom lifestyle, but style, individuality, and power are what matters to me.

How I choose to be dominant is a tempermental thing; crops, whips, ropes, chains, or a harsh word.  All of these are frills and take different shapes and forms at various times but at heart there is the need to implant my will on others.  That is my underlying motivation.

Tonight is a busy evening in my local casino and the tables are full.  I spy a tall, well built man, who I have never seen before.  I have an ardent desire to make him my next victim.  I walk up to him and whisper in his ear, disguising as much as possible my true nature.  I try to be coy, letting him feel that he has picked me, initially flattering his male ego.  By the end of our flirtatious discussion, I have interested him in my wager, which begins "want me to kick your butt in a game?"  He is a little shocked by my forthrightness and language betraying my frequent visits to Vegas casinos.  I flatter him that he is a man who would be bored with playing for conventional stakes and that he ought to wager for much higher ones.  I state my terms - his freedom.  The winner will ravish  the loser sexually in whatever way they choose, however slowly, with whatever instruments and as often as they like.  The loser will essentially be the other's sex slave for as long as the arrangement is amusing to the winner.

Too be continued...                            

Cum Play With My Girl Friends

Desiree, September 5, 2010

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  I love horny men...Kisses Beverly

  Cum nibble my pussy...Licks Marcy

  Help me adjust my garter Sugar...Love, Corrine

  Mommy loves big cock...Hugs Laura

  Cum lick my hairy pussy...Love, Donna

  Once you taste brown sugar..Lateesha

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Please Me Part 3

Desiree, September 4, 2010

traces the raised path of welts on my stomach

and I know your destination.

I raise my hips

trying to rush your journey

but you will not be rushed.

You trace and retrace the path

always stopping short...

tease...tease me...

please me... please me...

Then without warning you are there.

Your tongue

swirling in folds of warm flesh

your lips

sucking

pulling

at my swollen head

You lInger here

at this most sensitive spot

exploring

traveling every crease and curve

My muscles tense

my back arches

the leather cuts into my skin

Your tongue thrusts onto me.

Your hands grip my hips.

You are buried

immersed

drowning

in the flow of my love.

Your mouth

your tongue

your lips

your teeth

bringing me to heights of pleasure

only dream't of before.

The leather has dried

and I am unable to move

even slightly

but my body convulses in waves of spurting orgasm

straining the very limits of my flesh

and soul...

An animal wail escapes from my throat

a moan

a growl

a primeval howl.

I am yours until the end of time

your slave

your love

your prisoner

NEVER LET ME GO.

Love, Mistress Desiree

Please Me Part 2

Desiree, September 3, 2010

You teasingly tickle my stomach with the wet tips

barely brushing my skin

making tiny swirling shapes on my skin.

SWOOSH

I wince

tears well up in my eyes

and spill onto my cheeks

the welts appear instantly.

You slash again...

SWOOSH

and again...

SWOOSH

 and I cry out

with the ecstasy of pain.

My skin is set alive

burning

aching

longing

on fire with desire and pain

I close my eyes

and wait

then I feel it

the leather...

as it slides between my legs

teasing me

promises of pleasing me.

I am your prisoner

a prisoner to the pleasures of pain.

Release me...release me

please please me...

SWOOSH

The leather strikes my wetest desire

hot burning desire

Then it happens...

I feel your warm lips

kissing my wounds

licking them

nurturing them

and the pleasure

from the sheer sweet relief

is too much to bear.

Your tongue

warm

wet

gentle

Too be continued...

Please Me

Desiree, September 2, 2010

I watch as you wet the thin straps of leather

my skin becoming goosefleshed in the coldness of your presence

then I look into your eyes and I am not afraid

I see love and trust

and I know I am safe.

"Lie down," you whisper in my ear

then playfully nibble my lobe before releasing me.

I do as I am told.

You stand over me

tall

strong

dominating

and I shiver once again.

Taking four of the strips

you encircle my wrists and ankles.

The leather is soft and wet against my skin.

You secure the loops

each tied tightly to a corner of the bed.

I am vulnerable

exposed

helpless to your every desire

and it excites me.

You come close to me

slithering up between my spreading thighs.

You lie your weight upon me

flesh upon flesh

your fingers intertwine with mine

You kiss me

your tongue forcefully parting my lips

your mouth savagely devouring mine

then you pull away.

I try to follow

my mouth hungry for more.

But I can not reach you.

I struggle against my constraints

longing to touch your chest

your mouth

You move further away

and I wilt with unfulfilled desire.

But soon you are back

towering over me once again

a bundle of leather strips help in your hand.

Too be continued...

Submission

Desiree, September 1, 2010

Words echo through these walls

Images flash in front of me

Blood running hot

Nothing can satisfy the urges

Feeling the pain

I try to cry out

Yet blocked from doing so

Heat stings my flesh

Tears falling down my face

The animal within claws

Yearns to be free

These ropes bind me

Leaving me exposed to your gaze

What can I do?

Moments seem to turn to years

Pain becoming pleasure

My spirit soaring high

Muffled cries for more

My submission

Becoming eminent

Nerves on fire

My body begging for release

Yet it comes swiftly

And powerfully

I cry out

Tears falling faster

Moans turn to sobs

It's all over

My mind floating to the surface

A smile on my face

I realize

It's only the beginning.

Licks and Spanks...Mistress Desiree

Friends Without Faces

Desiree, August 31, 2010

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens

We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.

With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze

Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes

Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody, to type out our name

We want recognition, but its always the same.

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt

in IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

We do form friendships - but - why we don't know

But some of these friendships will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen we can be so bold

Telling our secrets that have never been told.

Why is it we share the thoughts in our mind

With those we can't see, as though we were blind.

The answer is simple, it is clear as a bell.

We all have our problems and need someone to tell.

We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must

So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains

They are Friends Without Faces and odd little names.

Ciao Bello, Mistress Desiree 

Cum Meet My Friends

Desiree, August 30, 2010

  I know you want to touch me...Love, Beverly

  I'm horny...Kisses, Corrine

  You love my hairy bush...Licks, Donna

  You love my boobies...Touch me...Erin

  Cum get some brown sugar baby...Lateesha

  Mommy needs her babyboy...Love, Laura

  I need birthday sex...Love, Marcy

  Open for business...Samantha

When I Became A Mistress Part 3

Desiree, August 29, 2010

She backed off and she pulled a chair up to the bed.  She was directly to the side of his head.  She sat in it and opened her thighs.  Her pussy was looking right at him and he was looking at her juicy pussy.  It was so beautiful, like a pink succulent flower with nectar glistening in the slit between those two soft full lips.  She took her two fingers and rubbed her pussy first just on the outside lips.  He watched her two slender fingers sliding up and down her wetness.  He saw her pussy skin moving and wrinkling from the pressure of her fingers.  Damn he ached to touch and taste, and fuck that pussy.  He wanted those lips opened and around his prick.  He smelled a hint of her pussy and it drove him wild.  His cock knew that there was intense pleasure to be had hidden behind those pussy lips and his cock wanted in there.  He watched Desiree pleasured herself.  She spread her legs super wide and he could see part of her ass underneath.  She V-split her lips and he could see inside her inner lips.  He saw her clit all puffy and swollen.  He wanted in there so badly.  He knew his cock would be really tight in there and he'd get a good ride.

Desiree closed her pussy lips and rubbed them and then took her drenched finger and rubbed it under his nose.  He breathed her scent in deeply.  He was so horny and primal it made his cock drool out more precum.  His cock head was on fire.  He wanted her pussy so badly.  She got her finger wet from her pussy again and ran it over his lips.  He opened his mouth and she put her finger in.  He sucked on it like a hungry baby on a nipple.

She got up and removed her catsuit.  She was completely nude and utterly feminine.  He just stared.  She got on the bed and with her feet near his ears, she stood up.  He looked between her beautiful tight legs and saw her pussy above him.  He had never seen a woman at that angle before and it was the sexiest, most erotic thing he had ever seen.  Desiree started squatting slowly.  She had fantastic grace and muscle control.  She got her pussy mere inches away from Phil's face.  He stuck his tongue out wanting to taste her but she quickly stood up.  Phil was super horny.  He wanted to rape her because he wanted her body so badly.

Desiree squatted again slowly as he watched her ass getting closer and closer to his face.  She sat right down on his face.  Desiree moaned in pleasure.  She got up and laid down on his chest.  She scooted her ass and pussy up to his mouth.  She felt his tongue licking and exploring her pussy.  She took his cock in her mouth and sicked his cock.  He came very quickly and hard.  She let cum dribble out of her mouth.  She rubbed her clit on his chest and humped him until she orgasmed.  She put her pussy to his mouth and Phil licked at her until she was so sensitive that it hurt and she pulled away.

Desiree was happy she found her true calling.

Love, Mistress Desiree