chatting today on yahoo... playing with slaves and sugar daddy prospectives... remembering the sweetest things.
I have always been a dominant demanding limit pushing mind game playing seductress... seriously even before I ever kissed a boy I was controling them and playing with their heads. its sooo funny. it never gets boring.. realy its soo entertaining. I am grinning huge just thinking of it.
ok first memory...
making boys sleep outside.
making them walk 15 miles to see me (ever heard the song 10000 miles?)
making them hitchhike to get to me.
second memory..
sneezing in a gang rag...
watching a big hardcore gangsta cry
I have always love trials and tribulations.. putting my prince through trials before he can get to his queen. well it began in school. I lived in this tiny little ski resort town where it snowed a lot. most people lived pretty far away from each other. so if you didn't have a car... you would have trouble begging for rides. anyways.. I was a flirt and a controlling type of girl...I had a bunch of guy "friends" that would do anything for me that I tortured and teased horibly. I always mixed the flirt with the feirce and fiesty.. its hard to resist. well they wanted to be with me always..but they couldn't sleep at my house. so they would sleep outside just to be with me the next day as soon as I awoke. sometimes they slept in the snow. they rarely had tents or pillows or blankets they just slept wherever they could.. the park.. the grocery store sidewalk.. behind a bush in someones front yard... and often they would have to hitchhike for hours to get closer to me. when slaves cry about how hard it is to come see me I often think of all the boys that have slept outside in the snow for me and hitchhiked for me. I even made one guy walk 15 miles each way to get to me on a regular basis. the guys that would sacrifice for me would be rewarded as soon as my happy ass got out of bed.. then I would spend time with them and torment and tease them as I made them do my chores or cary me around on their backs or act as human furniture so I wouldn't have to get dirty or cold sitting on a real chair. these were boys that knew they were never going to have me but loved how I teased them and flirted endlessly. they loved me for all the limits I pushed. I loved them for the fun and pleasure they gave me. all my torture teasing and mind games doesnt come from a place of hate or anger instead it comes from a place of love, pleasure and excitement. I think back on all the boys that have bowed to me and entertained me with their male weaknesses and I smile and think of how wonderful and sweet they were and how much we shared together. its actualy pretty deep.
more memories...
omg I actualy love pushing limits... I like living on the edge.. well I sneezed in a hardcore gangsters "rag"(you know the hanky thing that gangbangers wear to represent different stuff or show their colors..) I wont mention wich gang but he had just gotten out of prison. he was a very big boy and I had been using him as my personal protection (its nice to have big guys willing to do
anything for me). well I was doing my flirting teasing torture thing on him.. and he wanted me to tat his hands..poor fucked up jail style.. it was a needle and thread fashioned on the end of a pensil erasor. I would dip the needle in the india ink the thread would hold the ink and I would poke him one at a time then dip it into ink again. he wanted a letter on each of his fingers.. his little gang name (similar to a slave name). I helped. it was fun poking him. watching the big man squirm. I was doing a realy awesome job too. very strait lines good fill. in the middle of the tat we took a break. he was sweating profusely and looked pretty ill from the pain of doing his tat the old fashioned way but worse. lol. while we were taking a break and he was cooling off.. I got bored and wanted to fuck with him. so I took his rag and sneezed right in it. I wanted him to be dedicated to me first not his gang. omg was he pissed. I thought he was going to cry. it was a much bigger deal than I even realized. I was lucky he didn't rage and break stuff or hit me.. but he didn't he grabbed his shit including his wacked out home tat kit and left. a few hours later he came back and we talked it out and he understood where I was coming from.. but lol before he came back he tried to finish the tat on his hand on his own.. I think he was pissed and he wanted and needed the pain. but omg he messed it up bad. his lines were squigly and his fill dotty.. he totally messed up the tat on his fingers and it will not be easy to fix or hide. its kinda funny. its totally whacked but funny. thinking of that episode I fill with pleasure and power. its crazy I was messing with fire.
divine dominatrix goddess auriana
whips and chains always
