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chiaThePet -> RE: Age and BDSM. (7/13/2008 8:04:28 AM)
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Here you go Desire, something I drag out every now and then.
The advantages of Dommes over 40, or as I like to call it,
"Fire On The Cake"
A boy can get away from Her much easier, even
while wearing chains, ankle and hand cuffs.
Slipping out of those granny knots rekindles
fond memories of childhood Houdini play.
During stomping, a one inch orthopedic heel
causes far less damage than a six inch pump.
Trips to the drug store begin to outnumber
trips to the dungeon and whipping post.
Bengay and tiger balm become too precious
a commodity to waste on a boy.
Clip on earrings do much less damage than do
pierced when applied to a boy's tender flesh.
Golden showers become golden moments, more
than a trickle, less than a splash, it "depends".
Canes often come included, allowing for the
purchase of that premium leather lined walker.
A boy can use Her old Lady panties as a white
flag of surrender when he finally gives up.
Her dresses will fit the average male in a much
more fashion forward way during Feminization.
Rocking chairs make for the greatest strap-on
aids, "just squat boy, it'll do the rest".
No feminine napkins laying around the house
for a boy to mistakenly set the table with.
Safe words like Bingo and Yahtzee bring an
immediate celebration and a quick end to the pain.
Shaken not stirred refers to Her martini preference,
not the state of Her boy's head.
BDSM is now defined as Bedtime Does
Sound Marvelous.
Branding is the hot names like Wang
and Dior on Her outfit labels.
She forgets to lock the cage, allowing for
those late night trips to the fridge.
Electric play is limited to finding the light
switch in the middle of the night.
Celebrating Her birth everyday with candles,
keeps those heating bills to a bare minimum.
AND......... ......... ......... ......... ......
She knows where She has been, where She
is going, and exactly how to get there.
When She looks in the mirror, determination,
wisdom and experience smile back.
Each softly creased line a story of a battle
won, each a path of strength that overcame.
She has tasted of Her desires and has perfected
the delectable recipe of Her wishes.
Her hands move with grace and swiftness, exacting
their intentions on weakened flesh.
Within Her heart exists the power of compassion,
expectation, clear and absolute rule.
Knowledge is Her steady companion, the keen
awareness on a road of foolish souls.
Her patience is a sweet bouquet of roses, it's
thorns digging deep when limits are tested.
She has no place or time for hesitation, as it
wastes away at Her precious days.
Her requirements are gifts to those whom find
genuine obedience in their purpose.
She can look deep into the eyes of another,
break their resistance and melt their resolve.
It is Her right to demand loyalty, devotion
and surrender, She owns that which is Hers.
She knows how to turn a boy inside out, then
will command him to clean up the mess.
She doesn't own a toybox, She possesses
an arsenal of Weapons of Mass Domination.
She can tie a knot around a boy's mind without
ever lifting a finger to tighten the rope.
Her life is not one of play, She lives each
moment in the truth of Her Dominant heart.
chia* (the pet)
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