Only 33 wee hours separate us from the long awaited Mistress Dinner. We are all sharpening our claws for the tender slave feast which awaits. I imagine it will go something like this:
Upon arrival the slaves will be stripped of their clothing and privilege, examined for physical integrity, and groped for approval before being granted their collar, and number. They will be taught strict slave commands which they must demonstrate flawless understanding of. Once properly introduced, they may clean themselves to standard and begin setting the table for the Priestesses.
The slaves eat on the floor, naked. If they should make themselves privileged, perhaps near their favorite Priestess. Upon completion of the meal, there will be a moment of pause for the purpose of tidying up, and serving with foot massages while the ladies digest over light libations.
Soon enough, the caffeine coursing through Our veins will awaken the kinky beasts inside of Us and We will drag the meat-cicles to the dungeon. Or perhaps ride them like tiny steads of subordination. Never the less, the evening will conclude in a festive display of Female Supremacy and Sadomasochism. Cries of bittersweet devotion will pierce the chilly night sky, frightening the squirrel inhabitants of the otherwise vacant land surrounding the Temple of The Order of Indomitus.
When dealing with a sadist, torture can be quite inevitable. But why attempt such robbery to one’s self? Behind the complex fabric of our existence, delicate math erects the foundation of all that was, is, and will be. There are equalities and inequalities, and each is addressed respectively to derive the optimal result.
If you wish to make a sadist happy, because Her laugh is sweeter than any other poison to cross your lips, you will simply have to endure the torture which fills her black heart with glee. There are formulas for this, but My suggestion will be blind trust, for optimal benefit. I know you want to hurt for Me, as much I want to elicit the torment from your voice in chilling howls and desperate pleas.
I am a lover of the extreme. Naturally, when it comes to being put to work, I will want you totally destroyed for Me by the end. I find sick pleasure in watching your body stretch beyond its perceivable threshold. Perception means nothing to Me, you will bend over and take whatever I chose to subject your body to.
I was born to sodomize, there is no question about this. No hole is too sacred, no dong too large. The sight of an orifice stretched to its limits is invigorating to Me; the possibility of busting that hole open forever is intoxicating.
The thing about limits is they can always be stretched. My feet are so small. Making the coziest Princess slipper out of that ruined whore-ass would delight Me so. Don’t you want to please your Princess?
The smell of burning human flesh is not for the faint of heart, and neither are any of My other interests. Regardless, the moment of discomfort should be welcomed for the opportunity to truly belong. Bearing the mark of the Princess is no trivial matter; it is for the ones who wish to surrender all, truly, and forever.
My mark is subtle, ultimately signifying the exchange between Mistress and slave. It will not serve to expose, only to establish the devotion owed to Me by My subjects; a constant daily reminder, until the end. If you wish to become a branded slave, the application process can be started here:
For the kinky soul who is into raw, uncensored mind fucks, My new personal blog. Here I will bestow My simpler, more carnal thoughts and urges. Profanity will be used, boundaries will be crossed, limits will be stretched. My mind is a black hole and you cannot wait to get sucked into it. Stay tuned for updates of My travel schedule regarding domination and performance art alike. Creep around for a chance to purchase a pair of My old worn shoes and socks, and also see photos and videos of said apparel. Have your fill of My crazy devious life and all the fun experiences I have in the full verbal spectrum of an intellectual sadist, and bratty Domme Princess.
And if you fancy what you see, go ahead and say thanks by spoiling Me with gifts.