Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Rite Of Passage
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A Family Portrait
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Mother To Us All
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Mother's Deep Presence
The Most Success Of Womanly Invasions
My Kind
Friday, July 23, 2010
Abby Winters - Video Game Girls (Video HQ)
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tipsy With Woman
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The Chatelaine
Holy Matrimony
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Hands Of The Potent
Tutelage
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Abby Winters - Video Game Girls
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Shock Of Heaven
To serve, to listen well, to fear, to obey, to understand truly, to watch with awe, to behold Beauty, to be subject to Power, to eliminate self, to do what you must do, to become what you're intended to become, to take orders, to receive command, to be less, to be as nothing, to exist only for Her wishes, to hear Her shout, to accept Her yell, to be deeply as wrong as She makes out, to view Her,
you must be down
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Salute The Lady
Exploring Femdom.
One finds soon Lady Carole artwork.
Uncompromising. Hard. Pitiless. Cruel.
Her images are points of meditation, not depictions of lifestyle.
In working oneself toward Female service, one uses them as a guide.
Dommes know they can use them as reference points.
When a shudder is required.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
The Hard Side Of Weakness
Break Me Quick
Wild Scent Of Pumps
my Female friend and i celebrated at a nice hotel bar.
A smart conversationalist, she regaled me with stories of travel and the people she met, some quite adventurous.
We were relaxed, it was late, we were in her place.
She excused herself to the loo.
She had taken her shoes off, i couldn't resist touching them, rubbing my cheek against them, imagining Her being so close.
When She returned, She was smiling.
i knew She had seen me.
She sat and flexed her toes, stretching-out some of the tightness of the moist nylon.
Come here, shoeboy, she said, Come here and serve a purpose.
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Frozen In One's Tracks
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