These two are beautiful.
AAAAAARRRRGGGGH. Does this include racists, homophobes, paedophiles and religious intolerants. Sorry, I just can’t stand these mindless platitudes. Oh and can I include murderers, terrorists, burglers, corrupt politicians, selfish bankers, feminists, morally bankrupt corporations, rapists, etc etc. For fuck sake mock all you like and if you’re mocked (and you’re not in the above or one of the etc’s) then get past it. It’s their problem not yours.
Sorry. In an angry mood tonight. xxx
Which is just one of the reasons that no-one wants to hang out with a lion. I hate all this, ‘Don’t give a crap about other peoples opinions’ shit that’s all over Tumblr and the web. All this, ‘you are what is important’ bollocks. Sorry, but you aren’t all that important. You aren’t special. You aren’t even particularly unique. That’s why humanity raves on about family. Family are the only ones who ‘may’ have rose tinted spectacles enough to think you are special because you’re you. Trust me there is nothing intrinsically special about being you. That’s the ideology of fascism. You become special by doing the opposite of all these posts. By giving a shit about those around you, By having a positive impact on other peoples lives. We can only see our true reflection in the eyes of those who we affect for the better. Fuck ‘Because you’re worth it’, fuck ‘wear what you like and be what you like and sod the rest’. You can shout to the world, “Look at me I don’t care about you, I’m being myself’. The world will watch you die of old age and reply, “Meh”. Of course, be yourself, but don’t be self-centred. Be the lion who says ‘talk to me because I care about you, and your opinions’. Not the lion of the quote above. Care for all the sheep my friends, but especially the ones that hate you for being a lion.
My wonderful Mistress instructed me to buy a fleshlight. It arrived today.
Last night I brought her to orgasm 3 times with my tongue and fingers and generally kissed, loved, massaged and stroked her perfect body for a couple of hours. Before this, she removed the chastity cage I’ve been locked in for the previous 3 weeks. However there was no release for me. She edged me several times then locked me back up.
Tomorrow, she had led me to believe, is going to be a special day. I had thought this meant we might make love and I may be allowed to cum inside her. I also thought that it was possible that the cage might be left off afterwards. But when She heard my hopes She simply smirked wickedly, gave a little giggle and said ‘Maybe’.
Now the fleshlight has arrived and I suspect my hopes of entering her delicious pussy are going to be dashed. Not even sure She’ll let me cum. Honestly I’m going mad with desire and an aching, yearning need for release, but most of all for her. However my desires are irrelevant and I am utterly hers in mind, body and soul. Yes I am a natural sub but my love and devotion to her transcends any kink. She is quite simply beautiful, inside and out. I gladly lay my suffering at her feet as an expression of my love.
Yes I need to cum but I will always need to please Her more. Thank you for being you, my Goddess, my Partner, my Friend, my Love xxxx
Massa Ferdoks Dungeon
Freedom Post Chapter 9: I was reviewing blog sites today to deepen my commitment to submission as a lifestyle (and also one of the fun parts is to see a lot of huge cocks, pussies and massive breasts, but that is a private issue). OK so instead of working on life enhancing issues which I should be doing, I was flying over Tumblr posts and enjoying the images (Hey it ain’t NFL season yet so I can’t kill time by watching massively important football games.) and then I saw this image.
The massive difference in height caught my eye. Gods and Goddesses are traditionally seen as giants.And that difference in height got me thinking about the expeditions to climb Everest which have actually encompassed my own lifetime (I am a bit older than many of my readers.) And that got me thinking about commitment: “Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative and creation, there is an elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans; that the moment that one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manor of unforeseen incidences and meetings and material assistance that no man could have dreamed would have come his way.” “The moment that one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too.” Charles Murray completes the statement with words from Goethe: “Are you in earnest? Seek this very minute, Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Only engage and the mind grows heated. Begin and then the task will be completed.” Murray and Goethe encourage us to throw ourselves wholeheartedly into whatever it is we decide to do. We should live fully engaged. There are no guarantees in life, but we must put our whole hearts into what we decide to do. If we should fail, then it will be while working hard and struggling greatly… to achieve our dreams. And that quote got me thinking about my own commitments and how much of me I had actually put into them. It is one thing to SAY “I love you.” “I serve you.” “I submit to you.” and then to lay back and see what THEY do, but it is entirely something else to commit. And that thought brought me back to a desparately dark place long ago where a helicopter had landed and a group of men had leaped out with their heart rates at about 350 a minute and scattered into a dense jungle and as I led them away I took a moment to look back at them, MY team, and about a third of them were looking backward at the departing helicopter and I knew they were thinking about how nice it would be to be back at the base camp with that helicopter crew, drinking ice cold Coke and eating hot pizza….and they would be useless on this mission because they were more attracted to pleasure than to mission. And that image brought me back face to face with my own, self-selected mission of service. What am “I” looking at? The mission or the pleasures of a home camp. Submission is not about ME but about service and creating value. I have gone massively astray. kellie moreau
3 Way Strap on Fuck Fest
Mistresses Vanessa Cage, Alexa Rydell and Riley Rey know a good opportunity for a three way, strap on orgy when they see one. The Mistresses line three male bitches up and devour their man pussies with their thick strap on dicks. The Mistresses enjoy emasculating the bitches as they pound their dicks right into their man cunts. The Mistresses delight in taking their slut’s manhood away, inch by pathetic inch.
Could there be anything more frustrating than her getting off on your chastity device?
My god what a terrifying prospect.
Leggy Ladies starts again!!!!!
In Kaiser’s fantastic Xlegs forum!
please have a look….go to forum!
My Mistress is going to love this one. :(