Saturday, October 23, 2010

An Amusing Birthday Poem

A sincere thank you to all of you who sent me birthday wishes over the last week. I am taking the liberty to share one of the more amusing notes, a delightful poem written by a devoted slave and aspiring footstool ;-) who had a recent opportunity to serve Me:

Monday After a Session with Princess Shahrazad

It's Monday morning, the welding sparks fly
The machines scream, the supervisors shout
Buddy looks at me, screws up one good eye
"What the fuck are you smiling about?"

The scene replays in the eye of my mind
Her voice wraps around me, a silken jewel
i kneel in silence, Her Highness behind
Excitement of Christmas, last day of school

Thereupon, the transformations begin,
The sofa's a throne, Her cane now a wand
Shame becomes peace, fear's now comfort within
How can i thank Her, but embrace the bond?

Why do i smile, Bud, does that interest you?
If you only knew, if only you knew.

- t.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Another Year Wiser?

Ten days until my birthday on the 19th. A nice little self-indulgent countdown for you:

10: The number of seconds of CBT it takes before a slave looks up at Me pleadingly for mercy.
9: The number of minutes I continue inflicting said CBT before I reconsider his condition.
8: The average number of dirty things that I am thinking about subjecting you to in any given moment.
7: The number of hours I would have to enslave you to accomplish such things.
6: The average number of times a submissive begs me to allow him release.
5: The average number of times that I refuse him.
4: The number of millilitres of cum that said submissive is forced to consume in order to be permitted the aforementioned privilege.
3: The average number of tries it takes to convince a tight rear to take my fist.
2: The number of minutes that it takes a submissive to realize that he actually really likes that fist.
1: The Supreme Mistress, Her Majesty Princess Shahrazad!

Kinky Thought of the Day

"I have fallen to my knees unable to rise, what kind of trap is this? What kind of chains have tied my hands and feet? It is so strange, so wonderful this helplessness of mine." - Rumi