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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature
- Apr 7
- Australia
- Deviant for 10 years
- He / Him
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How does a powerful ex special forces man bow to the power of a mistress?
When I was younger I was taken by a beautiful lady as her slave, and during that time I learned the truth of matriarchal, or if you prefer - gynarchic - rule.
And so...I love and respect only She who is capable of using the whip - often and either in play or torture.
Much later I became happily enslaved by another who was aroused by the possession of a powerful man as her personal slave, one with great endurance under her lash.
What a wonderful and magic creation is Woman!
When I was younger I was taken by a beautiful lady as her slave, and during that time I learned the truth of matriarchal, or if you prefer - gynarchic - rule.
And so...I love and respect only She who is capable of using the whip - often and either in play or torture.
Much later I became happily enslaved by another who was aroused by the possession of a powerful man as her personal slave, one with great endurance under her lash.
What a wonderful and magic creation is Woman!
Favourite Visual Artist
Gerberc for his wonderful, magical dominas. Mordred of Orkney for his Ladies of power. Skyla Markova for her brilliance (I would dearly like to become her property)
Favourite Movies
Salome's Last Dance (those whipmistresses were phenomenal)
Favourite TV Shows
Bletch!
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Rihanna - she is ushering in the New World for women
Favourite Books
Venus in Furs...divine
Other Interests
Plenty, but they are for another place.
Devious Journal Entry
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Nothing had ever prepared me for this.
The floor of the old warehouse was cold concrete and I half lay on it, naked, legs spread very wide apart - held that way by shackles attached to rings in the floor.
God it was cold!
Could neither see or hear because of the hood covering my head. My wrists secured to a chain which I could feel. These were the limits of my awareness. Dark, cold, soundless.
Then the chain began to move upward. Slowly, inexorably. Taking my arms higher until at full stretch above my head, when another force came into play - the leash at my collar must have been attached to the chain and as this rose it forced my he
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