I could not help but start this blog out……I had a Dream, I always wanted to do this now I can and I did, I did have a dream ,a dirty naughty dream….

I was working at what could be termed a brothel though it looked more like a clinic to the right up a hall way were rooms that you could not see into because they were covered with curtains on the inside and a sliding glass door on the out side so if said practitioners of what ever kink inside the room wanted you to be able to look in on them they could simply open the curtains, at the moment they were closed.

In front of me their were about 30 cordless phones mounted on the wall and each of us ladies were assigned phones to answer when we were not with a client.

To the left was a lounge /lobby area where people were sitting drinking, eating and talking, did I mention that the phones were mounted below a bar surrounding a bar and grill?

Beyond the lounge you could see the first two doors that began a series of closed doors that vanished down the hallway along side the bar and grill area parallel the curtained door hall. I knew along the wall in the back there were personal rooms for girls who chose to live their full or part time.

My phone was not ringing so I joined the three other people in the lounge. I Sat next to a man who looked suspiciously like Mario from the Nintendo video games who was arguing with a a man in a wing chair across from them. Apparently the mistress sitting at the head of the little conglomeration of furniture had instructed them to engage in some kind of game to win her affections and thus an evening with her. She was Mistress Chianti. Like me she was saying very little but seemed to be enjoying what was to me mindless banter between the two men but I came in while the game was in progress so I have no idea what they may have been doing.

Mistress Chianti rose in her leather bustier, Black high Heels and little black panties crop in hand and pointed at Mario and the room nearest to us and said “You and You” pointing the crop at me. I could not figure out what she wanted me for but felt it best not to question her as I had head what damage she could inflict with that crop so I hurried into the room which was designed like any other bedroom with a bed and dress and a sliding glass door that looked out into lush vegetation.

Mistress Chianti was already on the bed and “Mario” was untying her leather panties. Apparently the bows on either side were not simply decorative. When they fell away she got on her hands and knees which I was at first shocked about because I considered that particular position pretty submissive to say the least, I thought that until she told me to eat her ass at which point “Mario held her ass cheeks for me.

Now here I have to say I have eaten a lot of ass but this one was different. I have eaten girl ass and man ass and nothing was quite comparable, not even the pretty girls who while maybe model perfect their ass holes are still just puckered little chocolate starfish like everyone else’s. Mistress Chianti’s asshole was as perfectly pale as the rest of her skin with hardly and little wrinkles around it. It was a pristine , tight little hole and the idea of licking made me wet. Without further ado I dove into my job with zest.

I licked her tight little hole until my tongue hurt and when she finally told me to stop my pussy was so slick It was dribbling down my leg.

She told “Mario” to stand at the side of the bed and watch as she walked over to a little fridge tucked into the corner and came back with the largest corn cob I had ever seen and told me to put it in my pussy. As I was trying to do what she said because while I was slick with pussy juice the corn cob was huge she told us, “who ever does not conform perfectly to my will,” pointing at the corn cob, “that is dinner” at which point the corn cob slid right in.

It is here that I woke up but I intend to continue this story as well as start some called “Tales from the Brothel” I am welcome to suggestions as to how this should continue.

Meet Mistress Chianti:

Call Mistress Chianti

Or call me! Hollywould!

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It is funny that meeting an asshole online can lead on to a discussion of domination but it did.

You see I love one night stands, getting used, serving a master, sucking the cock of a dominant man but I also enjoy dominating the weak. I enjoy attacking their weakness and exploiting them for my pleasure.

This always leads people to think I am a “switch” and in that assumption they are sorely mistaken and need first to understand what I see a switch as. To me a switch is some one who can change between dominant then submissive at will, for fun and the pursuit of pleasure they can change their colors, but for me that is not true.

For instance I used this dating service once that was, “always free for women” to meet guys in Atlanta when I had just moved here and did not know how to find the scene and this particular service had a casual encounters selection which got further, into the dark side by having a “twisted pleasures” category which then had subcategories that included BDSM. I found “twisted pleasures” and it was from there I listened to recorded greetings and introductions to decide who I wanted to meet. I soon learned the true dominants were not the ones who yelled, barked orders or insisted you call the sir just because they claimed to be dominant, or worse because they had a penis, those were the posers. The true Doms spoke to you as if you were a person, were as interested in getting to know you and what you liked or despised and were less interested in what you looked like than your desire to serve. This was the most important thing to them wanting to know exactly where your head was at so they could get in and play with it. The men who were truly dominant were intelligent, secure and self assured the others were fakes trying to convince you as much as themselves that they had some God given power because they possessed a cock.

I will be the quickest to acknowledge the natural order: this being that men are intrinsically the dominant sex however in this day and age those who choose to give up that power are still allowed to breed. Those men who are submissive who choose to make themselves an even weaker sex than what women were intended to be.

Now do not get me wrong here, I am not saying women are less than men just that we are not equal and were never intended to be such but unfortunately many men have chose to blur that line and allowed women to take their places in the hierarchy. I have to say I do not think that it is wrong for women to assume their power at all though I prefer to stay in my place but do not honor all men just because they were born with a cock.

You see because of the way things have evolved with technology and lack of societal responsibility causing men and women to lose their natural positions I have discovered there is a natural pecking order and dominant men are still at the top of the food chain. Yes there is a place where dominant women fit, now because of wimpy losers, but that is less important to me and the topic at hand than weasel-weak little liars.

This is what I encountered on the internet. You see they assume, men assume, men who are absolutely not dominant assume if you say you are submissive that means they can do anything they want to you which in my case is true right up until you get to the part up there where I said just because you have a dick does not a dominant make. It is even more than that though I want to be dominated mentally, physically and spiritually. To do that takes a lot more than a penis and if I find a weakness in your armor I will latch on and attack. I will tear a man to shreds if he is not truly dominant. I enjoy dominating those that are weaker than me, the new weaker sex. I love manipulating them, teasing them, emasculating them and using them to what ever ends I find they can fill. It gives me a brain orgasm.

Domination isn’t yelling and fronting it is using your intelligence and sometimes physical strength to get your needs met not lying to get them met. One of my dominants taught me never to lie. He taught me that lying created whole new slew of problems that need not be stressed over because you can simply tell the truth and never have to work to keep a lie going. He also taught me that a lie of omission is not a lie it is a choice not to talk about that particular subject for whatever reason so long as that thing you have omitted is not a contradiction.

This is why I am a good dominant to my little group of submissive boys, because I really think they are less than me in the pecking order. I do not have to pretend and I can tell them the absolute truth of what I think of them. Seriously when they call me they get the truth from the mouth of someone they assume is even lower than they are because they have that pesky little flap of skin hanging between their legs.

If simply possessing a cock made men more dominant then women in this day and age I wonder why I have smashed so many under my pretty little feet?

To think all of this was brought on by a little weasel loser who tried to lie on me. Well guess what? It did not work he is in his place just like all little losers like himself should be.

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So I am cruising the internet because I have been feeling pretty brain dead lately and am wondering if that is by design, not my design of course but who is to say not that it matters anyway in the ultimate scheme of things. So anyway I cam across posture bondage and thought I might find a new kind of bondage discipline focusing on posture training

Sorry guys I did not find that but I did find a lot of posture collars and one really stupid question with a stupider answer from perhaps the stupidest people into bondage I have ever read.

Now mind you I could understand were this girl just a scene type girl but she talks like a lifestyler. Her question was:

Always knew my guy was into bondage, he now wants to put me in a posture collar and head harness gag in bed!

what should i do??

Well the answer would be talk to him not this godforsaken place where you are bound to get stupid answers but stupid is as stupid does….

So of course the inevitable happened as you can read in the answer:

Don’t do anything that you are not comfortable with. In a mutually satisfying relationship, both partners agree to what happens in bed and out of it. Once you stop communicating your desires and dislikes, you let discontent eat away at you and eventually it catches up in the bedroom. Tell him the truth, if he respects you, he will have to respect your feelings on the subject of bondage and maybe the two of you can come up with a comprimise. Good luck!

Read the stupid exchange and the multitude of idiotic answers here.

My answer would have been:

You can approach your Master respectfully and tell him of your fears and discomfort but do not expect him to bow to your will for it is him you were meant to please. Further you should take pride in your discomfort because if pleases Him.

It upsets me when you get answers like the one you can read here because this person completely ignores the “relationship” but takes a side which in any relationship , that kind of ignorance can be an instrument in tearing something beautiful apart. You do not advise and obviously submissive woman to get some balls and force issues.

Guess this made the SAM come out in me!

Anyway I will go back to cruising for posture bondage as my pussy gets wet thinking about it! How interesting a concept!

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