My worshiped and redoubtable Mistress Lady Raquel had her birthday last Wednesday. What could be a better present than a personal victim who dedicates himself to her? So i appeared in her apartment at 8 o'clock on Tuesday evening, giving her a slave collar as gift. She had ordered me to clean her kitchen. First she brought me to her knees putting the collar on my throat. Lady Raquel told me not to look at her. This command was a hard ordeal for me because i enjoy to see into the deep and beautiful eyes of my Mistress. So she often punished me when i have tried to get a graceful view of her. Lady Raquel was stricter than last time. It was not my first training lesson. So she controlled my working with a dominating eye. I became frightened when she was near me. Lady Raquel used the switch and other different domestic appliances in order to discipline me. But it was a strange vicious circle. She gave me a corporal punishment when I was stopping working on the one hand. But on the other hand I had stopped working having fear of her corporal punishment. But I know that her slave needs fustigation in order to get a well educated servant.
So her slave got 34 lashes because he has not corrected the spelling mistakes in a letter to his Mistress. He was totally naked as Lady Raquel had put the handcuffs on him. She started to whip the back of me and to torment my body by some ruses. After being punished I kneeled before her expressing my grace to the cruel Lady. A tormented victim should be a good present...
Monday, May 31, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Home training with Lady Raquel by slave LAShTAL
On Thursday Lady Raquel has commanded me to do the dishes. This working belongs to a home slave training. At 6pm i appeared in her apartment. She was stylishly dressed in „normal“ clothes. But this circumstance had no effect on her dominant charisma. Then Lady Raquel told me to undress my clothes. She used a switch to enforce her instructions. While i was standing naked except to my underwear i do the washing up. So i had did the dishes for one hour. I had fear of my strict Mistress. She often controlled my work. Making a blunder she punished me by slappings, the switch or a cooking spoon. One time she had taken a whip in order to punish my back. So i could not finish the working but i hope that Lady Raquel was satisfied with her personal slave. At the end i kissed her feet. She gave me one of her shirts as present. I was happy about it because i am able to enjoy her pleasant smell.
After this experience i express thanks to my Mistress! So, i'm ready to work harder for her and to say thanks to her corporal punishments.
After this experience i express thanks to my Mistress! So, i'm ready to work harder for her and to say thanks to her corporal punishments.
Drown in my spit!!
Greetings xxx,
I am happy to hear you enjoyed the second session this week. The tickling was some extra fun thrown in for good measure, and yes I completely agree that spitting is one of my special talents. I imagined that after being coated in several layers of my spit that one more layer of my piss wouldn´t be so hard to take. The extreme amount of water I drank during session to continue spitting contributed to the great blast of piss which I drowned you in! ...
Dinner was fun, as well!
Take care until next time.
Maybe one last meeting, we should visit my favorite store...
or I recommend you pick me up a birthday gift from there.
Shoe size is 38, I wear a size Medium most of the time, small in corsets though.
the shop is called Hautnah, right by Uhland strasse.
I am happy to hear you enjoyed the second session this week. The tickling was some extra fun thrown in for good measure, and yes I completely agree that spitting is one of my special talents. I imagined that after being coated in several layers of my spit that one more layer of my piss wouldn´t be so hard to take. The extreme amount of water I drank during session to continue spitting contributed to the great blast of piss which I drowned you in! ...
Dinner was fun, as well!
Take care until next time.
Maybe one last meeting, we should visit my favorite store...
or I recommend you pick me up a birthday gift from there.
Shoe size is 38, I wear a size Medium most of the time, small in corsets though.
the shop is called Hautnah, right by Uhland strasse.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Post Vienna Update....!
Hello one and all....!
Once again there is so much to update all of you perverts on, insofar as my recent moves and actions in the world of BDSM and fetish lifestylings. Vienna was once again an amazing time. Our photo shoot went fabulously, I am waiting on the photoshopped versions from Hemut Wolech, by have some outtakes available at the moment. This is how we ended the shoot....
We shot on Mother´s Day, Sunday the 9th of May at the Central Viennese Cemetery. The weather was exceptional, and we were supplied with some nice red wine and plenty of sunshine. Working with Hemut was quite an experience, and we will be shooting once again in August or even sooner, depending on my travel schedule. The other model, Gerda was at the mercy of the other visitors at the Cemetery, which led to her having to disrobe over 30 times in a few hours, but there were no complaints from her or any others coming to pay their respects.
Unfortunately I was not aware that SMart Cafe is not open on Sundays or Mondays so I didn´t get to make it to my favorite Viennese bar, but will be back not too long in the future of course. Back in Berlin I was able to meet with a new slave who accompanied me to Liquidrome spa and sauna and then out for dinner and drinks before heading back to his penthouse hotel room for some facespitting, slapping and some light bondage. It was a perfect evening with wonderful company and conversation.
I am thinking of getting a new tattoo tomorrow and want to start with my ankles and calves with Meister Swen at Scratcher´s Paradise....
It will be an early birthday gift to myself since my birthday is on the 26th.
Of course you can present me with any gifts or tributes to make it even better....!
Until next time,
Lady Raquel
Once again there is so much to update all of you perverts on, insofar as my recent moves and actions in the world of BDSM and fetish lifestylings. Vienna was once again an amazing time. Our photo shoot went fabulously, I am waiting on the photoshopped versions from Hemut Wolech, by have some outtakes available at the moment. This is how we ended the shoot....
Unfortunately I was not aware that SMart Cafe is not open on Sundays or Mondays so I didn´t get to make it to my favorite Viennese bar, but will be back not too long in the future of course. Back in Berlin I was able to meet with a new slave who accompanied me to Liquidrome spa and sauna and then out for dinner and drinks before heading back to his penthouse hotel room for some facespitting, slapping and some light bondage. It was a perfect evening with wonderful company and conversation.
I am thinking of getting a new tattoo tomorrow and want to start with my ankles and calves with Meister Swen at Scratcher´s Paradise....
It will be an early birthday gift to myself since my birthday is on the 26th.
Of course you can present me with any gifts or tributes to make it even better....!
Until next time,
Lady Raquel
Friday, May 7, 2010
Reflections on our first meeting....
Hello Lady Raquel
Thanks for the opportunity to get to know you. What a wonderful plan to meet at the K Grill with its great food and atmosphere.
I am impressed with your beauty, charm and elegance. You possess the talents to be successful in any pursuit.
I look forward to future deeper penetrating experiences of the mind, body and soul.
Thanks for the opportunity to get to know you. What a wonderful plan to meet at the K Grill with its great food and atmosphere.
I am impressed with your beauty, charm and elegance. You possess the talents to be successful in any pursuit.
I look forward to future deeper penetrating experiences of the mind, body and soul.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Another Story by slave Marco
Deadly Imprisonment
I felt feverish and disoriented. I tried breathing but was getting very little oxygen. I had just awoken from the last suffocation session by my all-powerful Goddess and Mistress Lady Raquel. I adored her omnipotence and had given myself to her completely. She could kill me if she wished…and I almost wanted her to…You see, this is the ultimate act of giving yourself over to the power of another…
I found myself tied to a table, my arms locked down, encased in a rubber suit. But the most erotic element was my gas mask. It was heavy and rubbery with an opening directly over my mouth and two eye slits. I could hear my labored breathing clearly through the opening. I could also hear Goddess Raquel walking around me. I turned my head to see her amazing high heels…6 inches long with leopard print design over clear plastic…not just “fuck me” shoes but “I will destroy you” shoes. She wore her best corset pushing her breasts up and out…her flesh was so enticing and beautiful...
“Mmmmmm, Marco, you should see yourself. So restricted and so little air…the only air coming through the that small opening in your gas mask. Do you like your gas mask, slave Marco? Such delicious torture and imprisonment. All I have to do is block your air hole with my hand like this…” She placed her hand over the air hole, smiling, and I was soon struggling for air…the tiniest bit of air…I spoke into the rubber mask and my words echoed against my ears: “Are you going to finish me, Mistress Raquel? I am so hard and I want to cum inside my rubber suit…please let me cum before you finish me off…please…please!”
Goddess Raquel laughed. “Do you feel feverish and disoriented, slave? On top of your slow smothering, I have injected you with a mild virus to raise your temperature. A fever enhances arousal and makes you even more enslaved by my power and sick desires…Don’t you want me to end your pathetic life, Marco?”
The Goddess laughed as she lifted her long, strong, perfect leg and placed it over the air hole in my mask. “Suffocating you with my leg…that’s why I love gas masks. They restrict your breathing and allow me to stop it any number of ways.” She smiled as my arms and legs shook in panic…As my panic grew and I sweated heavily inside my rubber prison, Goddess Raquel admired her foot in her shoe, spreading her perfect toes, completely uncaring that she was suffocating me. “Do you like my shoes, Marco? I wore them just for you. And my feet are so perfect…beautiful, smooth skin and prominent blood vessels…Look at my fantastic arch while I smother you to death. Ha Ha Ha!”
Just as I was starting to pass out, Goddess Raquel removed her leg and picked up a piece of long, thin plastic tubing. Slowly, as I inhaled and exhaled quickly…my labored breathing creating an eerie whistling sound…Goddess Raquel wrapped the tubing around my neck in two loops, passing the end through the loops at my throat. As she pulled on it, it tightened around my neck. Her eyes glowed as she placed her wonderful, strong hand over the hole, sealing it again…Soon my arms began to shake in panic as she smothered and choked me simultaneously…My body wriggled and bucked against certain death.
Growing excited and wet, getting off on my complete helplessness, Mistress Raquel removed my bonds and straddled my body, sitting on my crotch, rubbing my engorged cock imprisoned beneath the rubber with her beautiful ass…She rubbed and rubbed…but she knew when to stop, just before the spasm of release. Then Goddess pulled again on the tubing, strangling me, slowly crushing my windpipe…She laughed and purred as I choked and gagged…Then she arched her body backward, pulling on the tubing with all her weight, my body rising as she crushed my neck…How I wanted to cum…oh, God, I had never experienced such cruelty and coldness and stimulation…my dream coming true of Goddess Raquel, the ultimate and true dominatrix, slowly murdering me.
She moved her body up and down, strangling me with the tubing…releasing me…strangling me…laughing as she choked the life out of me. Sometimes she would place her hand over the hole as she pulled on the tubing. I heard her breathing excitedly as I grew weaker and moaned inside the mask. She would lean forward and press her face against the mask, licking it…I was delirious from the fever but aroused beyond belief…I could see her rouged eyes through my eye slits…they were alive with power and excitement. ”Please, please let me cum, Goddess Raquel. Please let me cum for you!”, I begged, my words muffled by my rubber prison.
Goddess Raquel released her breasts from their confinement. They were moist with excitement and from her working her strangulation technique. Slowly, she slid her body forward, poising her breasts above the breathing hole in my mask. “How do you feel, Marco? You are taking in precious little air…I love how the mask is moist from your struggle…Do you feel like you are drowning? Can you smell my perfume mixing with the warm smell of hot rubber? Mmmmmmm, now let me seal off your air with my beautiful breasts.”
Goddess Raquel pressed her breasts over the hole and I could feel my air completely cut off…so hot, so still, so dizzying…I felt her shifting her powerful body as she again pulled on the tubing, my body rising with her breasts…I gagged and my ears began to ring as she strangled and suffocated me at the same time…As she committed this wanton act, she looked at her toned legs and her beautiful feet, her arches tensed inside the high heels…Then she lifted her breasts and slid her body back…but continued pulling on the tubing…I raised my hands to resist…my weak effort excited her even more as she rubbed me again with her ass…It felt so warm and strong…The ringing in my ears grew louder…everything was going white as my breathing hissed and gurgled loudly through the mask. Then, finally, I could hold back no longer…My cock spasmed and spasmed…I felt my cum ejaculating inside the rubber…the spasms were endless because they were fueled by my excitement and delerium…I clenched my fists as Goddess Raquel, smiling broadly and extending her tongue, pulled one more time, admiring her strong hands as they tensed around the tubing…
Would she carry out the final act this time? Would she spare me for more dark domination and breath control? Goddess Raquel, how I am addicted to your brutality and beauty…
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
VIENNA - HERE I COME
Ave!
I will be in Vienna from Thursday the 6th - 10th...
I am planning on heading to SMart Cafe on the evening of the 9th if you want
to meet for a consultation...
Stay tuned for photos which will be shot at the Central Vienna Cemetery by Helmut Wolech!
Until then...!
R
I will be in Vienna from Thursday the 6th - 10th...
I am planning on heading to SMart Cafe on the evening of the 9th if you want
to meet for a consultation...
Stay tuned for photos which will be shot at the Central Vienna Cemetery by Helmut Wolech!
Until then...!
R
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Naked in the Gallery, Enthroned at Avalon....
Hello sluts and slaves!
I have been extremely busy in the past couple of weeks since the change over from FemDom Empire to Avalon. Besides my love for all forms of domination I also have many other creative pursuits which fill my schedule, and I am sure you know I always love a good party as well! Two weekends ago was the opening of the art exhibition "Naked in the Gallery" which I posed for here in Berlin. The photographer was a lot of fun to work with, and the opening was well attended. I had to run to the exhibition quickly after my first session at Avalon, which was a great forced fem roleplay - with a tarted up Heidi sucking my hot cock like her life depended on it... Haha... I only wish we had a real Dirndl for her ... In any case the hot red leather corset worked wonders for my blonde slut.
Here I am in all my naked glory ....
and some more....
After the glllery I headed with Vampira and friends to Insomnia! It was great fun, especially with our crew of 10 Empire members.... I am sure we will go again in the next weeks... Hope to see you there!
This past week was filled with some consultations and some more action at Avalon. I love the studio, with its endless toys and torturous implements. The ladies are lovely and it is a real pleasure to be able to do my sessions there this spring. I am sure I will be taking sessions there in the future - and will attend my first party there in the coming weeks. Unfortunately I missed the slave auction last evening since I was occupied with attending a ritual performance suspension by the creator of AMF corsets. If you do not know his work, I highly recommend checking out his creations....
And now I leave you to enjoy the sunshine as I will....!
Til next time!
Your Mistress
Raquel
I have been extremely busy in the past couple of weeks since the change over from FemDom Empire to Avalon. Besides my love for all forms of domination I also have many other creative pursuits which fill my schedule, and I am sure you know I always love a good party as well! Two weekends ago was the opening of the art exhibition "Naked in the Gallery" which I posed for here in Berlin. The photographer was a lot of fun to work with, and the opening was well attended. I had to run to the exhibition quickly after my first session at Avalon, which was a great forced fem roleplay - with a tarted up Heidi sucking my hot cock like her life depended on it... Haha... I only wish we had a real Dirndl for her ... In any case the hot red leather corset worked wonders for my blonde slut.
Here I am in all my naked glory ....
This past week was filled with some consultations and some more action at Avalon. I love the studio, with its endless toys and torturous implements. The ladies are lovely and it is a real pleasure to be able to do my sessions there this spring. I am sure I will be taking sessions there in the future - and will attend my first party there in the coming weeks. Unfortunately I missed the slave auction last evening since I was occupied with attending a ritual performance suspension by the creator of AMF corsets. If you do not know his work, I highly recommend checking out his creations....
And now I leave you to enjoy the sunshine as I will....!
Til next time!
Your Mistress
Raquel
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Now Available for sessions at Berlin's Studio Avalon !
A bittersweet ending at the FemDom Empire was had by all last Saturday. It is a shame that they could not continue due to problems with the neighbors and landlord, but I must give big respects to what the Empire team accomplished in terms of crossing the boundaries between art and perversion - lifestyle SM and professional productivity. I had some of the best times I have had in Berlin in the company of some of the members. Whether filming videos, indulging in my sadistic demeanor with private sessions, or sharing the cold winter Wednesdays in the lounge - I will miss all of these times together.
While Vampira and the rest of the team take a break during the Spring, and the new FemDom Video Portal goes online - offering quite a few videos starring yours truly - I will be taking sessions at Berlin's famous Studio Avalon. Once again, these are strictly by appointment only, I am independent Mistress there as I was at Pandora's Box and the Empire as well. I do not have a problem with being a team member of a big SM Studio however my schedule with travels and my other creative projects do not lend themselves to full time Domination in one of these houses at this time being. The future is sure to bring many more exciting endeavors, both on my own and with the friends and allies I have made through my past last seven months since settling back in Berlin.
I will most likely be taking sessions in May as well at Avalon, however I will also be in Vienna and may still come out to NYC and Seattle at the end of May. So let us take advantage of the wonderful studio and equipment which makes Avalon one of the best known and maintained Dungeons in all of Europe!
IMPORTANT - APPOINTMENT BOOKING PROTOCOL...
I am available throughout all of April whilst spending the spring in this fine city. Schedule your session 24 hours or more in advance, and you must confirm on day of appointment! Introductions are best through email detailing your tastes and limits and any questions you may have. Extended stay and overnight sessions are available with deposit of course. Calls from blocked numbers will not be taken seriously!
Online sessions are still available for those of you not able to visit this wonderful studio!
Until then,
Yours in Blasphemy...
Lady Raquel
While Vampira and the rest of the team take a break during the Spring, and the new FemDom Video Portal goes online - offering quite a few videos starring yours truly - I will be taking sessions at Berlin's famous Studio Avalon. Once again, these are strictly by appointment only, I am independent Mistress there as I was at Pandora's Box and the Empire as well. I do not have a problem with being a team member of a big SM Studio however my schedule with travels and my other creative projects do not lend themselves to full time Domination in one of these houses at this time being. The future is sure to bring many more exciting endeavors, both on my own and with the friends and allies I have made through my past last seven months since settling back in Berlin.
I will most likely be taking sessions in May as well at Avalon, however I will also be in Vienna and may still come out to NYC and Seattle at the end of May. So let us take advantage of the wonderful studio and equipment which makes Avalon one of the best known and maintained Dungeons in all of Europe!
I am available throughout all of April whilst spending the spring in this fine city. Schedule your session 24 hours or more in advance, and you must confirm on day of appointment! Introductions are best through email detailing your tastes and limits and any questions you may have. Extended stay and overnight sessions are available with deposit of course. Calls from blocked numbers will not be taken seriously!
Online sessions are still available for those of you not able to visit this wonderful studio!
Until then,
Yours in Blasphemy...
Lady Raquel
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Revised Hymn from Slave LAShTAL
My slave has rewritten his original hymn and presented me today with a nice foot massage and homemade hummus. He excels in practicing his second language (English) with me and has improved greatly. I always enjoy receiving his Hymns and poems, however grammar corrections are usually in order. We have reedited the text today after coffee and a light lunch.
Enjoy...
More on Empire news, video updates etc soon!
New Hymn for Lady Raquel
In the night in which thou awake
I kneel before thou
O mighty Goddess Hecate!
Expect the sacrifice in lust
Accept the holy victim
Put me in irons
Whip the bloody lashs
In the naked flesh
Feeling the pain
I cry for mercy:
Grace, Mistress, grace!
Desire for blood
Thou take the dagger
To scribe the scarlet sigils
By some painful cuts
Controlling my cries
Your hands strangle
The last decision:
You would show me the mercy
If i obey to your commands.
In fear of thou i whisper
Thanks, Mistress, thanks!
Enjoy...
More on Empire news, video updates etc soon!
New Hymn for Lady Raquel
In the night in which thou awake
I kneel before thou
O mighty Goddess Hecate!
Expect the sacrifice in lust
Accept the holy victim
Put me in irons
Whip the bloody lashs
In the naked flesh
Feeling the pain
I cry for mercy:
Grace, Mistress, grace!
Desire for blood
Thou take the dagger
To scribe the scarlet sigils
By some painful cuts
Controlling my cries
Your hands strangle
The last decision:
You would show me the mercy
If i obey to your commands.
In fear of thou i whisper
Thanks, Mistress, thanks!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
And a few more shots...
I had a wicked time doing this photoshoot with Fernando at the Empire. That same evening we also shot some bizarre food/foot fetish video clip and photos. It started like this...
One thing about the Empire is that with the myriad of personas and artists always around the atmosphere is ever shifting and always creative. A good studio or playspace should not rely just on equipment and furniture but rather be enhancements to the personalities involved in the scene itself. I have a lot to write about my times at the FEMDOM EMPIRE, and will shortly in the future.
As a side note, the paintings in the photos were done by one of my favorite living painters. He is from Berlin and his work adds such a special, dark and mystical quality to the place. I will do a feature here about his exhibition including an interview as well...stay tuned!
Here are a couple more pix...
ciao!
Raquel
One thing about the Empire is that with the myriad of personas and artists always around the atmosphere is ever shifting and always creative. A good studio or playspace should not rely just on equipment and furniture but rather be enhancements to the personalities involved in the scene itself. I have a lot to write about my times at the FEMDOM EMPIRE, and will shortly in the future.
As a side note, the paintings in the photos were done by one of my favorite living painters. He is from Berlin and his work adds such a special, dark and mystical quality to the place. I will do a feature here about his exhibition including an interview as well...stay tuned!
Here are a couple more pix...
ciao!
Raquel
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
STILLS FROM FEM DOM EMPIRE
Here are some stills of the upcoming video clips..
more info soon!
yours,
Raquel
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
FEM DOM EMPIRE VIDEO PREMIER PARTY!
Hello!
I am back from Switzerland. It was another wonderful weekend with friends, and I even got to see some of the opening ceremony of the Morgenstraich (Basel Carnival) before leaving...
This Wednesday we are screening all of the finished videos at the Kinky After Work Lounge @ FEMDOM EMPIRE - I would say we start at around 19uhr...!
Looking forward to watching these clips!
They will be online soon!
Ciao!
Raquel
I am back from Switzerland. It was another wonderful weekend with friends, and I even got to see some of the opening ceremony of the Morgenstraich (Basel Carnival) before leaving...
This Wednesday we are screening all of the finished videos at the Kinky After Work Lounge @ FEMDOM EMPIRE - I would say we start at around 19uhr...!
Looking forward to watching these clips!
They will be online soon!
Ciao!
Raquel
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Back to the Airport!
I will be out of town until next Tuesday night,
Please email me instead of calling. I hate to listen to your worthless pleas while I am enjoying myself again...
Ps...
We recorded another clip tonight with Miss Rain and myself. I was the security sado backup - he ended as my ashtray! Stay tuned for the clips coming soon!
Please email me instead of calling. I hate to listen to your worthless pleas while I am enjoying myself again...
Ps...
We recorded another clip tonight with Miss Rain and myself. I was the security sado backup - he ended as my ashtray! Stay tuned for the clips coming soon!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
February Update....
Hello Readers!
Since I last wrote, many travels, performances, and developments have taken place. First off was my trip to Sweden which was highlighted by a meeting with the Fetish photographer Jan and the Pony Mistress herself. It was wonderful to share an evening with these two and my other colleague - discussing everything from the San Fransisco fetish scene to pony masks and the upsides of living in Sweden... Of course the bitter cold tempertures of -17C didn't stop us from warming up in a rather cool bar on the South Island. Here are some photos of myself and Pony Mistress together. We are sure to get together for some bondage sessions when I return.
A few days later I made it to the city of my father's birth, Vienna. Always a pleasurable time in the company of my friends and peers, the four days flew by ever too quickly. A trip to the SMart Cafe was in order and friends and I were privy to a number of scenes which unfolded in front of our eyes. One great thing about European fetish scene is the lack of censorship and judgement when it comes to actual sexuality involved in certain scenarios. Of course I do not engage in sex acts with my clients but I do enjoy being involved as a voyeur to others play, no matter how sadistic or sexy it may get. The SMart cafe is a wonderful mix of hardcore BDSM players, intellectuals, artists and swingers alike. The next time I go there I would love to get my colleague Gerde involved in some type of scene. Her and I were invited by a very infamous fetish photographer Helmut Wolech to shoot some BDSM pix in May. I am quite sure he will come up with some striking images of the two of us entangled in our lustful perversions.
Here is a picture of my beautiful partner in crime!
Back in Berlin, the Fem-Dom Empire has gone through some changes since Lady Vampira has taken a midwonter sabbatical. She will be in attendance for all the parties though, so her absence is not totally permanent. We have started shooting Pro-Dom videos every Monday at the studio, my first shoot was this week, which went off brilliantly! They will be available soon on here and through the Fem-Dom Empire website. I will be in Berlin for the next months working on videos, performances, and private sessions and look forward to seeing and working with you soon! I am in the midst of receiving photos of the last photo shoot which took place at the Empire at the moment. Stay tuned for those coming soon.
OR CALL +(49)01515.166.0873
ALSO LOOKING FOR SERIOUS MASOCHISTS TO USE AS PAIN SLAVES IN UPCOMING VIDEOS! WRITE TO ME AND ATTACH PHOTOS - SERIOUS INQUIRIES ONLY!
til then,
Lady Raquel
Since I last wrote, many travels, performances, and developments have taken place. First off was my trip to Sweden which was highlighted by a meeting with the Fetish photographer Jan and the Pony Mistress herself. It was wonderful to share an evening with these two and my other colleague - discussing everything from the San Fransisco fetish scene to pony masks and the upsides of living in Sweden... Of course the bitter cold tempertures of -17C didn't stop us from warming up in a rather cool bar on the South Island. Here are some photos of myself and Pony Mistress together. We are sure to get together for some bondage sessions when I return.
A few days later I made it to the city of my father's birth, Vienna. Always a pleasurable time in the company of my friends and peers, the four days flew by ever too quickly. A trip to the SMart Cafe was in order and friends and I were privy to a number of scenes which unfolded in front of our eyes. One great thing about European fetish scene is the lack of censorship and judgement when it comes to actual sexuality involved in certain scenarios. Of course I do not engage in sex acts with my clients but I do enjoy being involved as a voyeur to others play, no matter how sadistic or sexy it may get. The SMart cafe is a wonderful mix of hardcore BDSM players, intellectuals, artists and swingers alike. The next time I go there I would love to get my colleague Gerde involved in some type of scene. Her and I were invited by a very infamous fetish photographer Helmut Wolech to shoot some BDSM pix in May. I am quite sure he will come up with some striking images of the two of us entangled in our lustful perversions.
Here is a picture of my beautiful partner in crime!
Back in Berlin, the Fem-Dom Empire has gone through some changes since Lady Vampira has taken a midwonter sabbatical. She will be in attendance for all the parties though, so her absence is not totally permanent. We have started shooting Pro-Dom videos every Monday at the studio, my first shoot was this week, which went off brilliantly! They will be available soon on here and through the Fem-Dom Empire website. I will be in Berlin for the next months working on videos, performances, and private sessions and look forward to seeing and working with you soon! I am in the midst of receiving photos of the last photo shoot which took place at the Empire at the moment. Stay tuned for those coming soon.
AT THE MOMENT I AM TAKING PRIVATE SESSIONS BY APPOINTMENT ONLY!
WRITE TO - DOMINARAQUEL@GMAIL.COMOR CALL +(49)01515.166.0873
ALSO LOOKING FOR SERIOUS MASOCHISTS TO USE AS PAIN SLAVES IN UPCOMING VIDEOS! WRITE TO ME AND ATTACH PHOTOS - SERIOUS INQUIRIES ONLY!
til then,
Lady Raquel
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Update from the middle of Winter
Slaves, Sluts, Freaks and Friends.....
My travels have been a success, however time consuming.
Stay tuned for a rather long update on the Fem-Dom Empire, my world travels and
many projects which are set to explode in a wave of desire....!
Thanks for your patience,
Until the Abyss,
Raquel
My travels have been a success, however time consuming.
Stay tuned for a rather long update on the Fem-Dom Empire, my world travels and
many projects which are set to explode in a wave of desire....!
Thanks for your patience,
Until the Abyss,
Raquel
Monday, January 11, 2010
A Story Submitted by Slave Marco
“Please Suffocate Me”
The Fetish Goddess Lady Raquel was drawing me in deeper and deeper, causing me to have darker and more extreme fantasies of domination. She was a cruel, stunning beauty, especially in heels…her body was tight and toned, her legs were strong and perfectly shaped, and I dreamed of worshipping and adoring them…and being squeezed and choked by them. In fact, the suffocation fantasies were becoming more and more frequent and intense…Lady Raquel smothering me with her beautiful ass…with her breasts…with her hands, wearing long, satin gloves… I decided to take a chance and email her a request: For the sum of $100,000 U.S.…suffocate me--as extremely as she desired. I contacted her by email and begged her to see me. I waited about a week for a reply and was about to give up when I saw her name in my inbox. My heart jumped through my chest as I opened the email—“I’m interested, slave. Follow these instructions exactly if you want your fantasies fulfilled.”
I followed her instructions, wiring her the money and traveling to Berlin. I drove to an out-of-the way warehouse and knocked on the large metal door. When it opened I was transfixed—there she was, splendid in a tightly-cinched black satin corset, towering black stiletto heels, black seamed fishnet stockings with multiple garter straps, and black leather panties—more stunning than her photos. Her magnificent breasts spilled out so enticingly and I drooled at the sight of her—especially her strong, beautiful hands with those wondrous, deadly nails—with perfect strong legs and full, beautiful ass—an ass I prayed she would cover my face with. I was hypnotized by her face—full lips covered with deep red lip gloss and deep purple eye shadow. She looked positively exotic, evil, beautiful and omnipotent--and my cock began to swell.
“So, you want me to suffocate you, slave Marco? At first I was very hesitant, but then I thought: I love to experiment and I have always wondered what it would feel like to take someone to the brink of death by stealing their precious air. I’m going to enjoy playing with your life. I’m sure it will be like no other feeling in the world—and I’m $100,000 richer. I bet you can’t wait to be smothered by your Goddess, hmmmm?” Lady Raquel caressed my face with her devastating hands, dragging her nails along my flesh. Do you like my sensuous, strong hands, you useless slave? Perhaps I will strangle you with them. Mmmmmmmmmm.”
The Goddess led me down a long hallway and into a brightly-lit room. My eyes were glued to her legs and ass. There was a full-length mirror on the wall and a chair in the middle of the floor. “I want to see this from every angle, slave. I want to admire myself—and my work. I want to see everything that happens to your body as I suffocate you and be fascinated and excited by it.”
Lady Raquel ordered me to strip and sit in the chair. I was already hard and she smiled. “Excited already”, she laughed. “I see your cock is so engorged at the thought of being suffocated by your Goddess. I’d like to see some seminal fluid leaking from you and I’m quite good at coaxing it out of my slaves.”
The Goddess began running her sharp nail along one of the bulging veins in my stiff cock…”Isn’t that an incredible feeling, slave? Up and down I go—so slowly, so deliberately. Have you ever felt such sensations?” She smiled as I shivered and moaned and squirmed…I felt my pre-cum tickle as it began to ooze from my cock…then she suddenly jabbed her nail tip into my ball-sac and laughed at my sudden intake of breath.
“Dripping pre-cum one second and stabbing pain the other—such beautiful extremes, don’t you think, slave?”
“Yes, Goddess. Yes…please let me cum, Lady Raquel, please…I have traveled so far and I have dreamed of cumming for you. I beg you to let me cum.”
“Not quite yet, worm. I want your suffering to last so I can enjoy it. I want to get my money’s worth.”
The Goddess observed herself in the mirror, mesmerized by her devastating beauty, admiring her beautiful hair, her ass and hands, running her hands over her breasts and ass—the flesh so smooth and enticing as it spilled over her dark corset. “Mmmmmmm…look at my perfect, strong body. I could crush you in an instant…and you would let me. Do you adore my perfect body you pitiful, worthless slave?” WELL, DO YOU???? ANSWER ME!!!”
I whimpered in response: “Yes, my Goddess, I adore your body completely and above all else. But Lady Raquel, I have a request before you suffocate me. Would you please fill my mouth with your spit? I have dreamed of this so much. Please, please, I want to taste and swallow it.”
Lady Raquel laughed. She walked to me and pulled my head back. She pried open my mouth. She gathered saliva in her mouth and slowly let it drool into mine…Her spit slithered down my throat, so warm and slimy…I swallowed it, gulped it…”Morearrrcchhhh…ppppplease, Lllllllady Rrrrrraquellll, more…arghhhhh…more…” And she did…rivulets of her sacred spit drooled into my mouth as my cock stiffened from excitement and humiliation…I felt such overwhelming lust and desire…
Lady Raquel then circled me as I licked the remnants of her spit from my face and mouth. “Mmmmm did you enjoy the taste, slave? Perhaps you will enjoy the taste of my ass even more.” The Goddess turned her magnificent ass into my face. “Inhale the forbidden scents of my ass, slave. Fill your lungs with its essence…it is what you are living on right now…I want the scents branded into your brain. Mmmmmm, that’s it, push your tongue in as deeply as you can…suck on my leather panties and probe inside.” I began licking and kissing her divine ass thoroughly, plunging my tongue deep inside it, running my hands over her stockings, probing her anus as hungrily as I could. My cock strained to bursting as she moaned with pleasure, pushing my face deeper into her fragrant ass. I struggled to breathe, my face coated with my own worship spit. “Mmmmm, you are very good, slave. Perhaps I will make you my human toilet paper. Would you like that? I nodded my head as I struggled to survive…I was growing dizzy from the damp warmth and lack of air, about to pass out, and I could smell my Goddess’s excitement. Suddenly she removed my head from her ass and threw me to the floor, handling me like a rag doll. I gasped and gulped for air and tried to get up.
The Goddess pushed me down with her sharp heel and circled me again. Her heels clicked loudly…they were so long and deadly…she could trample me with them and I would adore every painful stab. She then slowly and deliberately stroked my stiff, drooling cock with her heel, smiling at my clear ooze, stopping when I was about to cum. She pushed her heel into my pee hole, stringing out my pre-cum—“Like fucking snot!,” she hissed with disdain. She watched all this in the mirror, giddy with lust and power as she degraded and destroyed me. My body twitched as pre-cum emerged from my bloated cock. Lady Raquel smiled down at my pathetic form as I shook uncontrollably. “Did you enjoy the smell of my ass, slave? I was so very tempted to end your life. Perhaps another, more intense dose…”
Suddenly she turned and lowered herself onto my face, pushing down with all her weight, moving her ass around and around…I struggled and moaned into her wet leather panties as she suffocated me, my body lifting under her in desperation for life…She smiled with satisfaction as my hands gripped her waist and ass in total panic, my fingers pushing deep into her flesh. But my grip slowly loosened as I became less and less conscious. Lady Raquel, wet with arousal, laughed out loud as my legs began to spasm and my arms dropped to the floor.
When I awoke I was again slumped in the chair. The Goddess was now wearing black satin opera-length gloves. She was so confident, strong and aroused; I was deliriously weak and completely at her mercy. She straddled me and sat on my lap, deliberately rubbing my engorged cock with her ass. I heard something crumpling in her hand.
“Have you ever wanted to be suffocated by plastic, slave? I have toyed with the idea of suffocating slaves into oblivion with my ass and bare hands, but plastic is so unique and exciting…it allows me to see a slave’s face twist and contort with desperation for air. I have experimented more and more with this technique, and I plan to take it further than I ever have--with you.”
Without warning, Lady Raquel unfurled a plastic bag and quickly placed it over my head. She smiled and stared at me as my life-giving air was suddenly cut off…The bag filled and contracted, gradually at first, but then I panicked and started breathing in and out hoarsely and loudly and quickly. I stared through the bag at her rouged eyes, so alive with power. She licked her full lips with excitement and anticipation.
“Mmmmm, I love the contortions your body is making…how it reacts to being drained of life. Look how the bag is fogging up with your life’s breath…I feel your cock swelling. You should be getting dizzy shortly from lack of oxygen.” As I kept struggling, the all-powerful Goddess crushed my stiff cock with her divine ass. She held the bag in place with one hand and ran her other gloved hand over my face and head as I struggled to stay alive. She stuck out her tongue and licked my face through the bag as I fought so desperately to live. Then she took my trembling, shaking hand and ran it over her warm stocking tops and bare thighs…up and down…making my stiff cock want to burst with cum. All the while, the Evil Goddess stared at the tableau in a full-length mirror, admiring her deadly, cruel beauty, her wet lips, smiling at my back stiffening and contorting as I struggled against her, watching her gloved hand stroke the back of my head through the deadly bag, thrilled with the fact that she was slowly killing me.
As I was about to pass out, Lady Raquel removed the bag, allowing me to fill my lungs…The life-giving air felt so cold and sharp…But just as I regained my senses, she quickly replaced the bag. She did this again and again, for what seemed like hours, each time leaving the bag on longer and longer, laughing as I struggled and cried into the bag, so fascinated and aroused as my face turned blue and the bag was dripping wet with the condensation of my hot, dying breath…as I sucked the bag in and out of my wide-open mouth…as my panic spit foamed and spattered the bag…so intoxicated was Lady Raquel with her power over life and death.
“Oh, my, look how your skin is changing colors from lack of oxygen. Maybe I should speed up the process.” The Fetish Goddess, smiling, then pressed her thumbs against the veins in my neck as she suffocated me, strangling me at the same time, staring into my eyes and feeling unbelievable power course through her fingers…Everything began to go white as I gagged and chewed at the bag, struggling to find the smallest bit of air…My eyes rolled back into my head and my body went into spasms…the deadly Goddess squeezed and squeezed…Finally, my body went limp and she removed the bag. She smiled as she felt me ejaculate, felt my warm cum spreading beneath her. She lifted herself up so she could see my white semen coating her black leather panties…and she smiled and moaned with satisfaction and delight.
I was still alive, but barely…Lady Raquel had decided to spare me—but I wondered what she had planned for me next…
To be continued????
Saturday, January 2, 2010
The Unravelling - Part One
Greetings readers,
I wish you all a Happy New Year filled with everything your twisted hearts desire!
The Fem Dom Empire party was a lot of fun once again - an update on that later -
once I get some pics of the party...
Here is the first part of a story I wrote about 4 years ago - enjoy!
THE UNRAVELLING - PART ONE-
Foot upon foot of tight white rope coiled like an albino python awaiting it's next victim, Vincent Grey started to unravel the mystery of his new lover. This was the third time they had indulged in their visceral yearnings, the third time to uncover a part of themselves they never knew existed. The time itself doesn't matter however, since these feeling spanned aeons - like dimensional planes intersecting. Leading each other into the final abyss of flesh and blood, where nights are fleeting moments and seconds are lifetimes.
The sound of her resonant breath, the tenebrous voice sent chills up his spine as she commanded him to arrive at her studio at 9:30 - the same time as each other encounter. Upon hanging up the phone, flashes of carnal delights assaulted his imagination. He knew this time she would really take him further into the depths of unspeakable passions. Never before had he been in the presence of such a striking woman who knew what he needed, one who knew things he didn't even know about himself. It was like opening the gates to another zone of being. She was adept at the art of pure domination. He was ready to worship her every move and yield to her ever-twisting desires.
Dripping wet from her bath, Ms. Lips turned her gaze upon the reflection in the gilded bathroom mirror. Her freshly shaved body was streamlined and sleek. The entirety of her figure glistened against the blood red walls as she swept back her thick black hair and prepared for Vincent's arrival. Silken stockings fastened to a tightly cinched patent leather corset. Her taut white breasts almost spilled over the edge of it and her breathing was constricted subtly. While slipping into her black lambskin skirt Apocalips ran her left hand gently up her smooth sex smirking to herself about how she really earned her name. Staining her lips the color of her walls. Fastening her broad silver collar around her long neck. She took the dark kohl stick to her seering eyes and lined them like a Hindu high priestess who was about to engage in the rites of a temple orgy.
It was 9:03 and the pre-autumn night was drawing near, rose colored light filled her entire loft. The well appointed space was filled with the sound of John Cage's "103". Tight strings and orchestral percussions permeated her surroundings while the flicker of multiple candles sent shifting shadows to play across her wide walls. She poured herself some Pinot Noir, swirled the sanguine liquid around the glass and took a seat upon the stainless steel chair. Zipping up her knee high patent leather spike heels led her attention once again to her increasingly moist pussy. Even the act of preparing for the next session with Vincent was enough to start her juices flowing. Ms. Apocalips spread her satin legs wide while seated in front of the full length mirror and slid her finger right up from the base of her slit to her meaty clit while she planned out some more methods of enflaming her lover's hidden desires. Almost losing herself to her own self, Lips slipped one finger deep into her hot sex while letting out a low moan. Suddenly a distant rumble of thunder rolled in like a response to her own appetite. The wind outside picked up and blew through her long velvet curtains extinguising the three candles closest to the window. Torn away from her luscious endeavors, she withdrew her hand and raised her finger to her succulent lips to taste her own sweetness. A flash of lightning lit up the sky and at that second her doorbell rang, again like a response to the incoming storm.
Grey knew that the anxiety would subside once the pain began. He wasn't sure which one he was growing to like more though. Two men joined him in the elevator, and he wondered to himself about how many of the other inhabitants knew of Ms. Lips and her out of the ordinary tastes and occult leanings. She stood out in any room, and yet had a knack for becoming almost invisible when she didn't want to be recognized in a given situation. They got out on the 4th floor and he was left with a few seconds to double check his appearance in the mirrored lift. Vincent's heart started to race as he walked out into the long hallway which seemed to lengthen as he tried to get closer to her doorway. For she was the unattainable. Every bit closer they became, every wish of hers he granted, she was one step ahead of him. Lips embodied such a preternatural presence.
Rain started pounding against the windows that she rushed to shut them. Three strong knocks echoed through her living space signalling that the evening was about to commence. Standing at equal height in her five-inch heeled boots their eyes locked together and nothing needed to be said. She kissed him briskly on the lips and he caught a quick lingering scent of sweet musk on her breath. She ushered him in to her lair wearing the same purple silk kimono that she had on last time they were together. The back of the robe featured a skillfully embroidered serpent in the act of eating its own tail. When asked about it she replied, "All is One. As Above, so Below." By the way the belt was tied Vince could see she had noticably drawn in her already tight waistline, and was immediately drawn back into thinking about what lay under the mysterious robe. Lips offered him a glass of wine, topped her own off, and went to her Hi-Fi system to change CDs. Walking across the wooden floor back to the leather couch where he was sitting intently eyeing her, Ms. Apocalips stopped and stood there while the building background music of Penderecki filled the room with even more tension.
"This will be a night to remember Vincent. I want you to surrender to me completely. Without losing yourself to me you will never be able to find your true self. The past two times together were exceptional for someone who doesn't have much experience in the field of submission. Tonite you will be able to show me exactly how much you worship me as a real goddess incarnate," She said and drew closer like a wild cat stalking its prey.
"I will give everything I am to you," he replied, "Not one day has past since we last met that visions of you didn't fill my head. I want you to explore your darkest passions with me. I am yours, do what you will."
With that, she commanded him to remove his clothes completely. He was naked while her body remained completely enshrouded. The feeling of submission which he hadn't fully gotten used gripped him again. She stood over him grinning while he took a seat on her steel bondage chair. His lean hairless chest was just as she liked it, and his eyes held an element of fright that let her know she was now in control of his every move. Her custom made chair was a master piece of precision perversion. She slipped his arms through the cuffs and tightened them. Spread his legs apart and fastened them to the sides. Then Lips flicked a switch on the back which caused the entire chair to warm up to the temerature of her liking. His cock was growing engorged and she reveled in the site of his naked body
which was now a blank cavas awaiting her artistic marks. She took his entire manhood in her leather clad hand and started to wrap a thin black rope around it. Whiling securing the knot she leaned her head close to his neck and scraped her teeth up against him, going back once more to really
dig her incisors in.
"You're all mine now, do you understand that Vincent? Even if you wanted to get away you wouldn't be able to now," she hissed, "I have have been waiting for this game to begin and once it starts there is no holding back my infernal appetites."
He could tell he shouldn't answer her, she was just warming up. She turned and walked a few paces away. The sacred symbol of the serpent emblazoned in green, orange and yellow came draping down revealing a most magnificent sight. She was wearing a corset he had never seen,tightly laced shiny leather enhancing her incredible figure. Her full and well formed ass snug in a black leather mini gave way to seamed stockings that he imagined must be thigh high. His cock grew even harder, until he felt like all of his blood was trapped in the tied up package which was now at her disposal.
Lacing up the back of the soft hide mask, Lips felt waves of sinister pleasure wash over her. Sensory deprivation was one of her specialities. She knew once his visual perceptors were handicapped, his physical sensors would heighten in sensitivity.
Amauraphilia. Blinded by a blinding beauty.
Vince grew more apprehensive as his prick swelled.His heartbeat descended into his sex. His pulsating heart was completely exposed to her vicious lusts. Ms. Apocalips turned the heat up on the seat as the drum beats of the rain picked up their intensity. She went to her alter like table and picked up a cold steel instrument. Without knowing what was coming next he felt spinning spikes digging into his chest. She ran the implement from one nipple to the other, every time deeper and deeper. Lips twisted his sensile nipple in one hand while she worked the torture instrument down his torso. He started to feel a creeping dread wash over him until suddenly the recognition of her hot pussy sliding against his right knee brought him back to the real reason why he was there. She possessed one of the most delicious cunts in existence. Grey strained hard against his bindings to no avail. The mask prevented him from communicating his impending desire for her. At the beginning Vince knew she got off on this, but never knew exactly how far she would go to quench her ultimate thirst. He was about to learn the meaning of true submission to a diety in the flesh.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9," she counted out sharply, informing him of the number of lashes he had taken to the insides of his virgin thighs, "Oh you are going to take so much more tonight, and you will do it all for me. I ache inside when I see your flesh redden under my whip."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9," she counted out sharply, informing him of the number of lashes he had taken to the insides of his stinging thighs, "Surrender your entire being to me Vincent and I will wash away more than this pain with unheard of pleasures." She ran her gloved hand over his burning skin, tracing the tips of her fingers up towards the shaft of his exposed cock.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9," she counted out sharply, informing him of the number of lashes he had taken to the insides of his welted thighs, "Loose yourself to these marks which will serve as a sigil of my awaiting inner deamon." The hypnotic surge of searing pain took hold of his entirety. Muffled sobs tore through the leather mask. A pause of the incessent flagellation left him gasping for breath. Still blind to her next attack, Vince felt the sudden silence and cessation of sensation almost as excruiating as being tortured by her lashings.
Nipples clamped with freezing metal sent shivers back up to his third Chakra. She unzipped the mouth of the hood and thrust two of her fingers into his dry mouth. Finally rewarded for the pain he had endured, he sucked on her slick digits savouring every drop of sex she shared with him.
"Oh please give me more Lips, I need to taste you," he begged.
"Never speak until I regard you as anything more than my servant," she snapped, reminding him of who was in the position of granting wishes now and withdrew her fingers, "You will suffer one more test of my sadistic plans before I release you from this chair and place you in an ever more compromising position."
Removing the clamps by smacking them off, Vince moaned and felt the blood surge into his nipples once more. Ms. Lips knelt down in front of his spread and lacerated thighs placing her lips against his stiff member. Her reptilian tongue flicked the smooth head of his sex until it glistened with its own wetness. White teeth bore down upon the engorged rod while he strained to withhold begging for mercy by letting out some uncomfortable sounds and squeezing his now damp hands into fists. Deprived of his vision of her, he started to imagine a translucent succubus devouring his manhood, as if it would take on a more physical presence once his was terminated. A sexual vampire preying upon men's hidden lusts. Lips was not dissimilar to his phantasm on this stormy night. Almost losing herself in the act she recoiled from his sex, and turned her attention to the gleaming objects next to her. He heaved a heavy breath and tried to get ahold of his visualizations of her twin demon self.
"Do not move one inch. You are the one who will suffer even more if you don't follow my every command," she whispered breaking through the heavy atmosphere, "Trust in my knowledge of how to bring you closest to experiencing the utmost terror while I delight in your agony. Only then will I reward you the return of your vision. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he sighed, "I will go through anything to just see your perfect face, your eyes."
One by one she used the fine needles to puncture his flesh. With eight in place, four around each nipple, Grey's endorphins took hold of his experience. A rush of pleasurable fear washed over him. Never before had he envisioned himself in such a position of malleability. Her attention shifted to his exceptional prick. Lips licked her lips while she placed one down at the base of his shaft. Another. And another. He lost count while bound to the unforgiving chair that had now grown almost uncomfortably hot. With thirteen needles in place Lips ran her fingers gently over the pierced flesh as he moaned lower and lower. She had now opened him up to a world he had always thought beyond reach. Explosions of violet hungers swept through her mind. Apocalips left him restrained in a sea of crimson illusion while she selected SPK's "Leichenschrei " to shift her own senses to overdrive. The sight of him taking the pain so well caused her to decide he should now witness it himself. She unfastened the mask, betraying his slender face and eyes that looked like he had seen into another dimension. He knew enough not to say a word. She bent down towards him. Hair brushed against his tormented nipples as she placed her full red lips against his. Her knowledgable tongue probed deep into his parched mouth and the constant pain of the thirteen needles started to dissipate in their shared pleasure. Ms. Lips ran her tongue down Vincent's neck while playing with the needles inserted through a thin layer of skin up shaft of his cock.
"How does it feel my sweet, to look down and see how well your body responds to my talents?" she inquired.
"My body is just a reflex of my mind. You are the only reason I could withstand this punishment," he sighed, surprised by his own pain tolerance.
Ms. Apocalips was the first woman he had known that could be so turned on by indulging in such perverse rites. A real lioness who seemed to hold more wisdom than just knowing the limits of the flesh. Her ancient eyes and young skin radiated an unearthly power in the darkened loft. Vince came out of his vertigo and slowly back into his body to find his chest dripping blood. Lips reached round the chair and took out another futuristic metal and glass appliance.
Lightning struck again, this time in the shape of a down turned trident along the horizon of the city night.
" Now I will use my own devices to make these thirteen wounds into conductors of my lust," she said as she held the wand in her hand, "Prepare to recieve a Current of my unbridled desire"
Bright purple and white light accompanied the low hum of the machine once she twisted the power knob into the right position. Vince had a quick flash of the Bride of Frakenstein strobe through his head.
"No please, not on the metal," he whimpered as she stroked his brown hair with her other hand.
"I know what I am doing, and I also know what you need," she replied sternly,"Do not second guess my intuition."
Firmly grasping his stiff prick in her right hand, Apocalips moved the apparatus closer to the five needles which seemed to glow from the uncanny light it emitted. Shocks struck the metal blasting Vincent back into fits of exhausting exctasy. Graeme Revel's sonic dismemberment played out in the background. Her eyes were luminescent in the gloom.
"Apocalips, I beg you to spare me," he screamed and squirmed in the seat as his cock ached like nothing he had ever experienced.
"Ok Vincent, you have shown me that you really are here to serve me, but do not forget that this is only the beginning of the night," she said.
"Thankyou", he gasped,"now let me really worship you they way I know how. Your ways are almost uncomprehensible to me but I know that I was made to withstand them. "
I wish you all a Happy New Year filled with everything your twisted hearts desire!
The Fem Dom Empire party was a lot of fun once again - an update on that later -
once I get some pics of the party...
Here is the first part of a story I wrote about 4 years ago - enjoy!
THE UNRAVELLING - PART ONE-
Foot upon foot of tight white rope coiled like an albino python awaiting it's next victim, Vincent Grey started to unravel the mystery of his new lover. This was the third time they had indulged in their visceral yearnings, the third time to uncover a part of themselves they never knew existed. The time itself doesn't matter however, since these feeling spanned aeons - like dimensional planes intersecting. Leading each other into the final abyss of flesh and blood, where nights are fleeting moments and seconds are lifetimes.
The sound of her resonant breath, the tenebrous voice sent chills up his spine as she commanded him to arrive at her studio at 9:30 - the same time as each other encounter. Upon hanging up the phone, flashes of carnal delights assaulted his imagination. He knew this time she would really take him further into the depths of unspeakable passions. Never before had he been in the presence of such a striking woman who knew what he needed, one who knew things he didn't even know about himself. It was like opening the gates to another zone of being. She was adept at the art of pure domination. He was ready to worship her every move and yield to her ever-twisting desires.
Dripping wet from her bath, Ms. Lips turned her gaze upon the reflection in the gilded bathroom mirror. Her freshly shaved body was streamlined and sleek. The entirety of her figure glistened against the blood red walls as she swept back her thick black hair and prepared for Vincent's arrival. Silken stockings fastened to a tightly cinched patent leather corset. Her taut white breasts almost spilled over the edge of it and her breathing was constricted subtly. While slipping into her black lambskin skirt Apocalips ran her left hand gently up her smooth sex smirking to herself about how she really earned her name. Staining her lips the color of her walls. Fastening her broad silver collar around her long neck. She took the dark kohl stick to her seering eyes and lined them like a Hindu high priestess who was about to engage in the rites of a temple orgy.
It was 9:03 and the pre-autumn night was drawing near, rose colored light filled her entire loft. The well appointed space was filled with the sound of John Cage's "103". Tight strings and orchestral percussions permeated her surroundings while the flicker of multiple candles sent shifting shadows to play across her wide walls. She poured herself some Pinot Noir, swirled the sanguine liquid around the glass and took a seat upon the stainless steel chair. Zipping up her knee high patent leather spike heels led her attention once again to her increasingly moist pussy. Even the act of preparing for the next session with Vincent was enough to start her juices flowing. Ms. Apocalips spread her satin legs wide while seated in front of the full length mirror and slid her finger right up from the base of her slit to her meaty clit while she planned out some more methods of enflaming her lover's hidden desires. Almost losing herself to her own self, Lips slipped one finger deep into her hot sex while letting out a low moan. Suddenly a distant rumble of thunder rolled in like a response to her own appetite. The wind outside picked up and blew through her long velvet curtains extinguising the three candles closest to the window. Torn away from her luscious endeavors, she withdrew her hand and raised her finger to her succulent lips to taste her own sweetness. A flash of lightning lit up the sky and at that second her doorbell rang, again like a response to the incoming storm.
Grey knew that the anxiety would subside once the pain began. He wasn't sure which one he was growing to like more though. Two men joined him in the elevator, and he wondered to himself about how many of the other inhabitants knew of Ms. Lips and her out of the ordinary tastes and occult leanings. She stood out in any room, and yet had a knack for becoming almost invisible when she didn't want to be recognized in a given situation. They got out on the 4th floor and he was left with a few seconds to double check his appearance in the mirrored lift. Vincent's heart started to race as he walked out into the long hallway which seemed to lengthen as he tried to get closer to her doorway. For she was the unattainable. Every bit closer they became, every wish of hers he granted, she was one step ahead of him. Lips embodied such a preternatural presence.
Rain started pounding against the windows that she rushed to shut them. Three strong knocks echoed through her living space signalling that the evening was about to commence. Standing at equal height in her five-inch heeled boots their eyes locked together and nothing needed to be said. She kissed him briskly on the lips and he caught a quick lingering scent of sweet musk on her breath. She ushered him in to her lair wearing the same purple silk kimono that she had on last time they were together. The back of the robe featured a skillfully embroidered serpent in the act of eating its own tail. When asked about it she replied, "All is One. As Above, so Below." By the way the belt was tied Vince could see she had noticably drawn in her already tight waistline, and was immediately drawn back into thinking about what lay under the mysterious robe. Lips offered him a glass of wine, topped her own off, and went to her Hi-Fi system to change CDs. Walking across the wooden floor back to the leather couch where he was sitting intently eyeing her, Ms. Apocalips stopped and stood there while the building background music of Penderecki filled the room with even more tension.
"This will be a night to remember Vincent. I want you to surrender to me completely. Without losing yourself to me you will never be able to find your true self. The past two times together were exceptional for someone who doesn't have much experience in the field of submission. Tonite you will be able to show me exactly how much you worship me as a real goddess incarnate," She said and drew closer like a wild cat stalking its prey.
"I will give everything I am to you," he replied, "Not one day has past since we last met that visions of you didn't fill my head. I want you to explore your darkest passions with me. I am yours, do what you will."
With that, she commanded him to remove his clothes completely. He was naked while her body remained completely enshrouded. The feeling of submission which he hadn't fully gotten used gripped him again. She stood over him grinning while he took a seat on her steel bondage chair. His lean hairless chest was just as she liked it, and his eyes held an element of fright that let her know she was now in control of his every move. Her custom made chair was a master piece of precision perversion. She slipped his arms through the cuffs and tightened them. Spread his legs apart and fastened them to the sides. Then Lips flicked a switch on the back which caused the entire chair to warm up to the temerature of her liking. His cock was growing engorged and she reveled in the site of his naked body
which was now a blank cavas awaiting her artistic marks. She took his entire manhood in her leather clad hand and started to wrap a thin black rope around it. Whiling securing the knot she leaned her head close to his neck and scraped her teeth up against him, going back once more to really
dig her incisors in.
"You're all mine now, do you understand that Vincent? Even if you wanted to get away you wouldn't be able to now," she hissed, "I have have been waiting for this game to begin and once it starts there is no holding back my infernal appetites."
He could tell he shouldn't answer her, she was just warming up. She turned and walked a few paces away. The sacred symbol of the serpent emblazoned in green, orange and yellow came draping down revealing a most magnificent sight. She was wearing a corset he had never seen,tightly laced shiny leather enhancing her incredible figure. Her full and well formed ass snug in a black leather mini gave way to seamed stockings that he imagined must be thigh high. His cock grew even harder, until he felt like all of his blood was trapped in the tied up package which was now at her disposal.
Lacing up the back of the soft hide mask, Lips felt waves of sinister pleasure wash over her. Sensory deprivation was one of her specialities. She knew once his visual perceptors were handicapped, his physical sensors would heighten in sensitivity.
Amauraphilia. Blinded by a blinding beauty.
Vince grew more apprehensive as his prick swelled.His heartbeat descended into his sex. His pulsating heart was completely exposed to her vicious lusts. Ms. Apocalips turned the heat up on the seat as the drum beats of the rain picked up their intensity. She went to her alter like table and picked up a cold steel instrument. Without knowing what was coming next he felt spinning spikes digging into his chest. She ran the implement from one nipple to the other, every time deeper and deeper. Lips twisted his sensile nipple in one hand while she worked the torture instrument down his torso. He started to feel a creeping dread wash over him until suddenly the recognition of her hot pussy sliding against his right knee brought him back to the real reason why he was there. She possessed one of the most delicious cunts in existence. Grey strained hard against his bindings to no avail. The mask prevented him from communicating his impending desire for her. At the beginning Vince knew she got off on this, but never knew exactly how far she would go to quench her ultimate thirst. He was about to learn the meaning of true submission to a diety in the flesh.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9," she counted out sharply, informing him of the number of lashes he had taken to the insides of his virgin thighs, "Oh you are going to take so much more tonight, and you will do it all for me. I ache inside when I see your flesh redden under my whip."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9," she counted out sharply, informing him of the number of lashes he had taken to the insides of his stinging thighs, "Surrender your entire being to me Vincent and I will wash away more than this pain with unheard of pleasures." She ran her gloved hand over his burning skin, tracing the tips of her fingers up towards the shaft of his exposed cock.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9," she counted out sharply, informing him of the number of lashes he had taken to the insides of his welted thighs, "Loose yourself to these marks which will serve as a sigil of my awaiting inner deamon." The hypnotic surge of searing pain took hold of his entirety. Muffled sobs tore through the leather mask. A pause of the incessent flagellation left him gasping for breath. Still blind to her next attack, Vince felt the sudden silence and cessation of sensation almost as excruiating as being tortured by her lashings.
Nipples clamped with freezing metal sent shivers back up to his third Chakra. She unzipped the mouth of the hood and thrust two of her fingers into his dry mouth. Finally rewarded for the pain he had endured, he sucked on her slick digits savouring every drop of sex she shared with him.
"Oh please give me more Lips, I need to taste you," he begged.
"Never speak until I regard you as anything more than my servant," she snapped, reminding him of who was in the position of granting wishes now and withdrew her fingers, "You will suffer one more test of my sadistic plans before I release you from this chair and place you in an ever more compromising position."
Removing the clamps by smacking them off, Vince moaned and felt the blood surge into his nipples once more. Ms. Lips knelt down in front of his spread and lacerated thighs placing her lips against his stiff member. Her reptilian tongue flicked the smooth head of his sex until it glistened with its own wetness. White teeth bore down upon the engorged rod while he strained to withhold begging for mercy by letting out some uncomfortable sounds and squeezing his now damp hands into fists. Deprived of his vision of her, he started to imagine a translucent succubus devouring his manhood, as if it would take on a more physical presence once his was terminated. A sexual vampire preying upon men's hidden lusts. Lips was not dissimilar to his phantasm on this stormy night. Almost losing herself in the act she recoiled from his sex, and turned her attention to the gleaming objects next to her. He heaved a heavy breath and tried to get ahold of his visualizations of her twin demon self.
"Do not move one inch. You are the one who will suffer even more if you don't follow my every command," she whispered breaking through the heavy atmosphere, "Trust in my knowledge of how to bring you closest to experiencing the utmost terror while I delight in your agony. Only then will I reward you the return of your vision. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he sighed, "I will go through anything to just see your perfect face, your eyes."
One by one she used the fine needles to puncture his flesh. With eight in place, four around each nipple, Grey's endorphins took hold of his experience. A rush of pleasurable fear washed over him. Never before had he envisioned himself in such a position of malleability. Her attention shifted to his exceptional prick. Lips licked her lips while she placed one down at the base of his shaft. Another. And another. He lost count while bound to the unforgiving chair that had now grown almost uncomfortably hot. With thirteen needles in place Lips ran her fingers gently over the pierced flesh as he moaned lower and lower. She had now opened him up to a world he had always thought beyond reach. Explosions of violet hungers swept through her mind. Apocalips left him restrained in a sea of crimson illusion while she selected SPK's "Leichenschrei " to shift her own senses to overdrive. The sight of him taking the pain so well caused her to decide he should now witness it himself. She unfastened the mask, betraying his slender face and eyes that looked like he had seen into another dimension. He knew enough not to say a word. She bent down towards him. Hair brushed against his tormented nipples as she placed her full red lips against his. Her knowledgable tongue probed deep into his parched mouth and the constant pain of the thirteen needles started to dissipate in their shared pleasure. Ms. Lips ran her tongue down Vincent's neck while playing with the needles inserted through a thin layer of skin up shaft of his cock.
"How does it feel my sweet, to look down and see how well your body responds to my talents?" she inquired.
"My body is just a reflex of my mind. You are the only reason I could withstand this punishment," he sighed, surprised by his own pain tolerance.
Ms. Apocalips was the first woman he had known that could be so turned on by indulging in such perverse rites. A real lioness who seemed to hold more wisdom than just knowing the limits of the flesh. Her ancient eyes and young skin radiated an unearthly power in the darkened loft. Vince came out of his vertigo and slowly back into his body to find his chest dripping blood. Lips reached round the chair and took out another futuristic metal and glass appliance.
Lightning struck again, this time in the shape of a down turned trident along the horizon of the city night.
" Now I will use my own devices to make these thirteen wounds into conductors of my lust," she said as she held the wand in her hand, "Prepare to recieve a Current of my unbridled desire"
Bright purple and white light accompanied the low hum of the machine once she twisted the power knob into the right position. Vince had a quick flash of the Bride of Frakenstein strobe through his head.
"No please, not on the metal," he whimpered as she stroked his brown hair with her other hand.
"I know what I am doing, and I also know what you need," she replied sternly,"Do not second guess my intuition."
Firmly grasping his stiff prick in her right hand, Apocalips moved the apparatus closer to the five needles which seemed to glow from the uncanny light it emitted. Shocks struck the metal blasting Vincent back into fits of exhausting exctasy. Graeme Revel's sonic dismemberment played out in the background. Her eyes were luminescent in the gloom.
"Apocalips, I beg you to spare me," he screamed and squirmed in the seat as his cock ached like nothing he had ever experienced.
"Ok Vincent, you have shown me that you really are here to serve me, but do not forget that this is only the beginning of the night," she said.
"Thankyou", he gasped,"now let me really worship you they way I know how. Your ways are almost uncomprehensible to me but I know that I was made to withstand them. "
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Dear Lady Vampira...
Dankeschön für mein letztes Geschenk ... woher wissen Sie das wollte ich immer eine mumifizierte Charlie Chaplin Spucken Ziel, das zu einem echten Slut Fukk packt!
AH!
das war so lustig!
Lady Raquel
AH!
das war so lustig!
Lady Raquel
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