Lead and Piercing

A Lesson in Fire Play

He is a young cop. He thinks that power is a game of control and denial. Cocky, arrogant and absolutely paranoid about getting involved with anyone who might prove to be his professional suicide. He is also kinky, barely able to control his fascination with sexually dominant women and obviously likes to play with fire, thinking he can put it out before he is permanently marked by it's kiss.

He thinks he can approach me like a casanova, baiting me to try and find a way to psychologically capture him and force him to submit. Stupid, stupid boy. I won't be toyed with. Cages offer small protection when you tease a tiger. What he sees as feminine patience in me, predators recognize as calculation. He moves confidently across a trap that is poised to spring.

He is a young medical resident with a vanilla wife at home. He has discovered that he is a pervert of the highest order while his wife is discovering new ways to live in denial about it. He is a submissive slut but barely able to disguise his smug sense of inviolability. He hates himself for his compulsions to explore and his selfish preoccupation with his own gratification. He wants me to hate him just as much. How little he realizes that I already do.

His submission is like a prostitute's affection. Empty but well rehearsed. In my world, I am Goddess, Empress, Queen and he mocks me by approaching with the sincerity of a jester with a God complex. He dances on the razor edge of a guillotine blade; foolishly thinking I will never capture him under it and release the blade. The wrath of a simple woman is hot and destructive. The wrath of a complex one, sinister and deadly. My choices are obvious. His are nonexistent.

I enjoy a challenge but only ones that serve a purpose in my life. These two, fine, young boys have mistakenly engaged me and whetted an appetite that they had no intention of satisfying. They are not challenges. They are frustrating cowards and my handicap is that I have no tolerance for frustration in anything. I will destroy it before I will continue allowing this feeling to exist. They are gnats that irritate me with their presence. I am a huntress and small prey like this are idle diversions in a much bigger hunt. They will quickly bore me and I will move on without sentiment or warning. Their importance in my life is a fantasy that I encourage as long as their submission is false. Reality is a much better sadist than I could ever be and the cries of offense and the pain of frustrated addiction to my attentions is where their true submission will start while my absence will be the penalty for their egotism. They are not unique or novel. Like a Greek drama, the endings are as consistent as the truths revealed.

When loving yourself eclipses your love for someone else, you deserve the painful agony that comes with shattered vanity. Surrender is more than superficial acquiescence. I am more than a passing amusement.

I am vain and jealous. I am egocentric in my intolerance of your pettiness and white lies. I am my own Sun and Moon in the Universe that is my sexuality. You are nothing to me and everything for me. You are the invisible gravitational pull that keeps me from spinning out of control and dispersing the vital, seperate parts of myself into random, chaotic trajectories. I do not fit into the dainty, crippling shoes of female submission without the offense of a blatant lie being displayed in the process. I have grown into my full stature and I am more than can ever be diminutized. I see what frightens you about me now and I recognize the cowardice that drives smaller people in my presence. My ignorance has been like a magic trick and now the secret has been revealed. I can never believe in that deception again.

Respect is the balm that soothes the savage raging that beats in my heart. Absolute surrender to trust in me is the binding that inspires me to sheath my weapons. Exalting me above all others is the music that softens my outraged cries into whispers of encouragement. I don't want to hurt you. I want to take you 'there', wherever 'there' is. I want you to be better for having known me so that your gravitational pull is stronger and I can finally relax into natural orbits. I want to play with you, find you, discover you, return you ... experience a moment of excruciating beautiful truth with you. I want to touch your honesty and reveal my own.

But these liars and imposters keep coming. Daring and baiting, marginalizing and diminishing; they fuel a dark, burning fire that will decimate the very lies that they protect themselves with. Like dogs, your beast nature can only serve one master and it will serve me or I will destroy it and end its schizophrenia. In no event, will you disrupt my life and walk away with the incognizance of a rabid animal. Respect the life you enter or prepare to give yours in kind turn.

Fire can enrich if approached with caution and respect or destroy if treated casually and with disregard. You mean nothing to the fire. It does not exist to serve and it has no sentiment for your cause. It exists because it was stolen from the Gods and left behind to test the folly or wisdom of men. Entreat my fire and if you are lucky, you will get exactly what you deserve.

Offerings to Appease the Goddess

It is my birthday month and offerings and sacrifices to appease the Goddess are in order.

And, because the Cosmos agrees with me... they had me cross paths with an amazing service that can make us both happy. I am not getting a kickback for promoting this service (Oh, how I wish!!!). I am simply in love with it.

Imagine being able to commit the following deeds of devotion with the least amount of effort:

* Being able to give your Goddess exactly the right gift that she needs/wants.
* Being able to always get the correct size, color style - every time.
* Being able to purchase the gift and deliver it without anyone knowing except you, the point of service (pos) and her.
* Being able to always show your devotion when inspired, no matter where you are, how busy you are or what time it is.
* Being the luckiest male on the planet because even though you haven't been able to find the courage to see her yet or the time in your schedule to devote yourself to her properly - she knows that you are not like the others. You have established your position as the favored consort of the Goddess.

Some of us have, ahem, considerations. It is life and sometimes life is complicated like that. I, personally, am not interested in being part of anyone's divorce proceedings because I like to keep my own life as drama free as possible. (I prefer good psychosexual theatre to Jerry Springer episodes, thanks.) So, with that said...

Now imagine that you can give your gifts without having to worry about:

* Your wife finding out.
* Your girlfriend finding out.
* Your boyfriend finding out.
* Your personal information being disclosed to anyone.
* Your purchase showing up on your credit card without a built in, easy to accept explanation.


The website is: https://www.webcertificate.com

Now, you dirty masturbator, go check out their service, sign up and send me a webcertificate for my birthday so I can buy new fetish clothes and lingerie and shoes to torment you with. My email is: empress.shibari@gmail.com

The reward for your efforts are wickedly hot photos to be posted on the blog and maybe, if you ask really nice... I will let you have something from my private chambers that smells and tastes of my wicked blessings so that you can conjure this Demoness in private when you really want to be near me.

Worship

Who's That Girl?

I took a personality profile online. This is how I am defined by it. I am an Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiver (INTP) personality commonly referred to as "The Scholar". I was astounded by what they said. Here it is:

INTP general

Information is you lifeblood. Without you to research it, analyze it, and store it, the world would be a much more ignorant place. You possess and uncanny ability to mold raw data into original and complex theories that explain how and why things happen. To you, life is a never-ending series of theories that can, and must, be either proven or disproven.

INTP when in love

As a Scholar, you are likely to be a puzzle to many of your dates. With your incisive and theoretical mind, you can run intellectual circles around almost anyone. As a Scholar, you have no patience for intellectual fools. Your soul mate must be witty, intelligent, and able to keep up with your excited, accelerated profusion of ideas, plans, and analysis. Looks count, but a person’s brain power is a crucial consideration when you are selecting a life partner. Although you may allow your emotions to get out of control for a short while when you first fall for someone, you are quickly able to shift gears and start thinking logically again. You are able to move rapidly from asking, “How do I love thee, let me count the ways” at the start of the relationship, to “In what ways does this person meet my criteria, my logical blueprint for what my ideal mate should be like?” No matter how nice or attractive a potential mate may be, he or she must satisfy your logical requirements before you consider giving away your heart.

INTP where to meet

Where can you meet a Scholar? To find a Scholar, make sure to spend times at the places and activities where intellectual and highly educated men and women with good taste are likely to congregate. If you really want to make headway in meeting your Scholar, you can log on to one of their favorite playgrounds: the Internet.

Nodding my head in recognition and agreement. LOL... If Mensa only knew what I was doing with my spare time. Lucky for you blokes, I have more patience with subbie boys than I do the rest of the world - most likely because some of you perverts are actually turned ON by my brains.

29 inches of Inseam and 5 miles of Bad Intention