Showing posts with label Control. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Control. Show all posts

Friday, June 9, 2017

Why bringing my Domming to Niteflirt was a great decision - Mistress DJ

For example...dude slathers up in miracle whip...then calls.
I mean man...when I play with myself??? I keep it simple...
Joaquin Phoneix and Blake Shelton as the bread and me as the sammich in the middle...simple right??
ok maybe not...
another one:

a guy calls...ready to go...going to cum in a gold goblet as an "offering to his Goddess" (me)
to others it's clothing:
panties, stockings, corsets, costumes, leather, cross-dressing, lace
to others: it's words
feet, fuck, faggot, slurp, beg and others pop into my mind...
So my challenge to you is:
when you think of when your BDSM affections were sparked...
what was the ignition??
do tell:

Friday, July 1, 2016

Assnosis pendulum addiction

Stare at the pendulum.
Fix your eyes on it.
Take a few deep breaths.
Just keep breathing deeply.
Watch it swing in-front of my perfect ass and get addicted to my words.




Contains subliminal mindfuck techniques, recall, flashing images, binaural beats, arm lifting and hand gluing together instruction.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Today I don't feel like doing anything...



If you're feelin' the same way, let's hang out...shop...chill...or conversate on whatever topic comes up. For example...Anonymous...the internet? V for Vendetta ties? Yep, this girl's onboard...

Remember, remember!

The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove old England's overthrow.
But, by God's providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stake
For King James's sake!
If you won't give me one,
I'll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn'orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!

Yeah, ok it was overused because of V...but there is something to be said for the piece
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Sunday, November 25, 2012

What happens when you give up control?

You know you want to.

admit it.

Give over control to a woman (Me) who is fully capable of making or breaking you. I've recently taken control of three that shall remain nameless. One cannot access their computer (isn't TV fun?) One is locked in Chastity and is mailing me the key and the other? He had to burn his "big boy pants"! Yep, only panties for him.

It's your turn.

Surely there is a goal, something you'd like to achieve that within your own scope of abilities cannot grasp? Be it weight loss, making more money, doing better etc?
Go ahead, think about it...I'll wait.

Yeah, you've got it. So now, what to do to achieve that goal? Contact me. I will put you on a regime and methodology that will cause you to achieve/attain your goals. What do I get out of it? (Oh you know I'm in it for some reason right?)

Your servitude. Your gratitude. Your loyalty.

Scary? Are you worried? No reason to be. I won't bring you harm (well, much)

The time to give up control is now.
xoxo DJ
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