Posts Tagged ‘goddess worship’
January 4th, 2010
The start of a brand new year with ME. ^.^ I am now back to taking sessions, after some much-needed rest and leisure time of the holidays. you can see that information on Eros here, if you want to inquire about a R/T session.
On another note, I’ve just made a new breast worship video. It’s yummy and sexy, I’m wearing My new favorite vinyl ballerina dress that makes My breasts look spectacular. you know you can’t resist Me!!
WORSHIP MY BREASTS LOSER!!
Buy it here
or JOIN the slaves’ quarters to find this and all of My other fetish videos
October 20th, 2008
Last week I visited one of My favorite shooting locations, a beautiful garden cemetary near Boston. I shoot there every year and as soon as I saw the leaves falling this year, I knew it was time to go back.
I had many photos taken and a couple short video clips as well. I decided to share one of My favorite pictures with you. I want you to put this photo on your desktop so that you can stare at My loveliness EVERY day. I must say this picture is amazing and you’d be silly NOT to put it somewhere you can see it at all times!
On Friday, I had an amazing fuckin’ getaway - I will save the delicious details of that for another post - an awesome new photo AND a steamy hot story is a little too much to give you in one post, so you’ll have to wait.
So I’ll tell you about Saturday instead. My day started quite well since I was afterglowing from My wonderful evening the night before. However, later in the evening I had to deal with some major fucking annoyance from one of My collared pets, Cykros. He was 32 fucking minutes late picking Me up before an important time deadline. I stood outside pacing around becoming more furious by the second. LUCKILY it wasn’t completely freezing out, so I wasn’t that cold.
Cykros is either very reliable, or a complete fucking flake - and this was one of his flake days. When he finally arrived, he looked very nervous as I glared at him before unleashing a barrage of verbal insults. It’s not hard to be somewhere at an agreed upon time, ESPECIALLY when you have nothing else in your day that you’re doing.
I chastised him most of the way back home, and then became silent as I decided what I’d do to him once we got back. I was seething, so it wasn’t hard to think of a punishment.
As soon as he shut the door behind him, I threw him against the door, making sure to enjoy the stunned expression on his face, right before I kneed him in the nuts as hard as I could. He promptly crumpled to the ground with an “ughgh!” sound, and I told him to wait on the fucking floor.
I went upstairs and retrieved My riding crop. When I got back downstairs he was still curled up on the floor. I instructed him to lay face down. “Now then. You were 32 fucking minutes late today. That means, you’re getting 32 fucking lashings!! Understand?”
I didn’t wait for him to answer - I pulled his jacket and shirt over his head and began to hit him immediately. I watched his back turn red with marks instantly as I gave him 8 fast blows. I paused for a second and then continued on his rear end, using all of My force and anger to beat him. He let out a few very satisfying yelps which led up to screams. I got to 16 before pausing for another moment.
“Look at you on the floor crying like a baby. I’m only halfway done!” I sneered at him. I once again told him I didn’t appreciate being left standing on the street by Myself for over a half hour, and there was no excuse for what he’d done. “You ready for more??”
“yes.. yes Mistress…” he gulped after a few moments of silence.
I began to hit him again, this time moving all the way down to his thighs, and he really began to scream then! hahaha. It was rather delightful. Somewhere along the way, the top of the riding crop began to tear away and unravel from the post. I’d had this crop for quite a number of years and was surprised it was now unraveling as I beat this stupid fucker.
I counted aloud as I finished… “Twenty SIX, twenty seven…twenty eight, twenty nine……..THIRTY, THIRTY ONE… THIRTY TWO.”
I shoved the broken crop in his face. “Look what you made me do, I’ve ruined My crop. you know you’re going to have to buy Me another one now!!” I threw it at him and instructed him to remain on the floor until I was changed and ready to go back out again.
He sniffled and cried on the floor while I got changed. When I was ready to leave, I pulled him up by his collar and said, “Let’s go.”
He cried for a good 20 more minutes in the car ride, but at the end of it all, he thanked Me for holding him to “such high standards”.
I expect nothing less from My servants.
If you serve Me, you will do it well. Understand?
That will be enough story telling for this evening. I’ll be posting again soon. I expect you to be completing your assignments of link clicking, I noticed some of you are slacking, DO YOUR FUCKING PART!!!