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here is a stream of consciousness ad lib I wrote when developing My former production company kisforkink.com's website... then adapted it for my own purposes, of course.
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Parked at a specific web address resides and evil Domina by the name of Lady Wednesday. There, on that domain, under their Mistress - premiere of all new york city [ nyc ], submissive male slaves, switches, and vanilla boy toys submit to female domination, fem Domme topping and switching with torturous tactics, all at the hands of inspiring and professional Mistresses and Masters, gagging each other with food, tape and ball gags. Watch Dominatrices on K is for Kink, in highest definition, on videos, shot like films, with high end production value. Some of the finest art in cinematic erotica can be found on http://ladywednesday.com, the newest and premier fem Domme, dominatrix, BDSM and fetish site on the web. All members get access to erotic, twisted, subversive, artistic domination where they can witness a dominatrix in full latex attach weights to cocks, while forcing cocks down throats, gagging them to near vomit and complete humiliation.
Women are forever dominating, and always on top here. Strutting carelessly through the french doors of this fetish filled dungeon, stepping over throngs of men who kneel in worship at their stiletto boots, shoes and heels, paying tribute and worshiping the feet of gorgeous seductresses, kissing their toes, sucking on each one like a child desperately yearning for breast milk. Here, no one has a choice, they must give into to themselves, their every fetish, kink, and desire. Their loins, weakness and libidos torn out from within, lie oozing at the soles of goddesses, hungry for life force and energy that only the weakest worms can provide in the self sacrifice of their spineless warm bodies. Mortal men and women are splayed out in the infinitely vacant halls, limbs strewn about, among piss, shit, vomit and blood, as within a cesspool toilet, bodies decay. Of the best, their pathetic soul and displayed, shamelessly on the mantle, without pity, only to be whipped off with a single-tail, signal whip by the tireless medusa, adorned not only with snakes for hair, but dildos, strapped-on, cocks squirming like her brazen arm with whip attached, endlessly flaying the cocks and balls from behind, in between men’s asses as they dangle suspended, mid-air, helpless, crying for their mothers and whores of anal rape and sympathy.
Worship requires much more than screaming here, where fog fills lungs like liquid cum, congealed to perfection for stuffing in gaping asses with force beyond a one breasted amazon deity. Fuck CBT, abbreviations are useless in a world where words cannot be spoken with sore and swollen tongues or vaginas. They rise and fall to the rhythm of the head mistress fucking the headmaster ruthlessly after seven million years of inverse cuckolding and chastity in the underworld of her labial skirts.
Imagine a life, at Her home, where you are forever bound to the laced lashes of a cruel, blind mistress, whose only desire was to make you ejaculate blood from blunt thrusts to the mouth, ear, nose and esophagus as she skull fucked your open wounds and poured lime for depression and salt for the sea inside your heart. As she walks away from the freshly fucked kill displayed on an eight foot silver platter at the edge of a cave, suspended two miles mid air over a ravine as vacuous as the space where your shriveled dick should hang, your only thought clings to a desperate hope of another – it takes a minute to remember the sacred words - OTK, over the knee, spanking.
Men stuffed like pony boys with stiff, hard cocks as big as forearms, training on animal play, taking an elephant, dog boys, pony girls get it on as clowns are pied, sploshed and stuffed. “Give me corporal punishment or give me death!” is heard down the exposed brick hallways of this underground palace of pain and pleasure, mind fucks and predictions. Breath play implicates nothing without gestures of face sitting, threats of ass worship implemented with unquestioned obedience with a pinkie finger ring on the woman child as she forces yet another orgasm, forcefully from the open heart over her victim. “I’ll smother your ball-busting fantasies with my literal tears,” she mumbles proudly over a bowl of tainted memories.
She both gives and takes our last remains on the grave of oral servitude, while gagged with pantyhose in recollection of forgotten lore, a faint memory, her mother whispers a warning on her deathbed: “Lady Wednesday exists.” The child thinks as she strokes, “we are all Lady; we are kink.”
Women are forever dominating, and always on top here. Strutting carelessly through the french doors of this fetish filled dungeon, stepping over throngs of men who kneel in worship at their stiletto boots, shoes and heels, paying tribute and worshiping the feet of gorgeous seductresses, kissing their toes, sucking on each one like a child desperately yearning for breast milk. Here, no one has a choice, they must give into to themselves, their every fetish, kink, and desire. Their loins, weakness and libidos torn out from within, lie oozing at the soles of goddesses, hungry for life force and energy that only the weakest worms can provide in the self sacrifice of their spineless warm bodies. Mortal men and women are splayed out in the infinitely vacant halls, limbs strewn about, among piss, shit, vomit and blood, as within a cesspool toilet, bodies decay. Of the best, their pathetic soul and displayed, shamelessly on the mantle, without pity, only to be whipped off with a single-tail, signal whip by the tireless medusa, adorned not only with snakes for hair, but dildos, strapped-on, cocks squirming like her brazen arm with whip attached, endlessly flaying the cocks and balls from behind, in between men’s asses as they dangle suspended, mid-air, helpless, crying for their mothers and whores of anal rape and sympathy.
Worship requires much more than screaming here, where fog fills lungs like liquid cum, congealed to perfection for stuffing in gaping asses with force beyond a one breasted amazon deity. Fuck CBT, abbreviations are useless in a world where words cannot be spoken with sore and swollen tongues or vaginas. They rise and fall to the rhythm of the head mistress fucking the headmaster ruthlessly after seven million years of inverse cuckolding and chastity in the underworld of her labial skirts.
Imagine a life, at Her home, where you are forever bound to the laced lashes of a cruel, blind mistress, whose only desire was to make you ejaculate blood from blunt thrusts to the mouth, ear, nose and esophagus as she skull fucked your open wounds and poured lime for depression and salt for the sea inside your heart. As she walks away from the freshly fucked kill displayed on an eight foot silver platter at the edge of a cave, suspended two miles mid air over a ravine as vacuous as the space where your shriveled dick should hang, your only thought clings to a desperate hope of another – it takes a minute to remember the sacred words - OTK, over the knee, spanking.
Men stuffed like pony boys with stiff, hard cocks as big as forearms, training on animal play, taking an elephant, dog boys, pony girls get it on as clowns are pied, sploshed and stuffed. “Give me corporal punishment or give me death!” is heard down the exposed brick hallways of this underground palace of pain and pleasure, mind fucks and predictions. Breath play implicates nothing without gestures of face sitting, threats of ass worship implemented with unquestioned obedience with a pinkie finger ring on the woman child as she forces yet another orgasm, forcefully from the open heart over her victim. “I’ll smother your ball-busting fantasies with my literal tears,” she mumbles proudly over a bowl of tainted memories.
She both gives and takes our last remains on the grave of oral servitude, while gagged with pantyhose in recollection of forgotten lore, a faint memory, her mother whispers a warning on her deathbed: “Lady Wednesday exists.” The child thinks as she strokes, “we are all Lady; we are kink.”
