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EdgarAH, I honestly can identify with what you have written, as I really don't travel in a circle of friends that are into BDSM or at least won't admit to being. So any discussion of such, appears to fall upon deaf ears and never seems to be a welcome topic of conversation. So I honestly find the Forum, with like minded individuals to be a welcome escape.

If I could delay the inevitable, I am sure that I would, but if you are feeling a sudden urge to kill me, then who am I to deny the wishes of a beautiful Mistress?

Those shoes are HOT MTran, like yourself and I am sure the heels can do plently of damage. I love how well organized you keep your shoe collection and found it extremely interesting that you revovle your outfits around shoes and will actually buy clothing to fit a certain pair of shoes, yet what excites me most of all is the image of you walking around your apartment totally naked with the exception of a gorgeous pair of heels. NICE!!

Good point! I tend to think that after her incident, she was either a bit embarrassed or a little bitter that I found her in a vunerable position, as this was never supposed to happen, the shoe always had to be on the other foot. From that day forward, she never tormented me again, however it was like I ceased to exist in her world.

Mistress Amuro, Your generosity in sharing a teenage memory actually made me think back a little further than what I would have suspected my first BDSM memory was. When I was in the 8th grade and at the age of 13, there was a pretty mean girl in class. She literally pulled chunks of hair from my head, kicked me in the balls on several occasions, decorated my face with her lipstick and put tacks on my seat numerous times. Yet instead of being interested in the girls that had liked me, I was more fascinated by her. Once a few girls surprised her, giving her a dose of her own medicine and I was the one to try and console her. Possibly this set the BDSM wheels in motion. BTW...I am sure I would have adored you as a feisty teen.

Could I ask how many Ree's there actually are?

Mistress Kang, I actually love the thought of a plain white Fortress recruiting van as a company vehicle, with either the use of duct tape and a stun gun for recruitment or masked Fortress Players in the back of the van poised for a quick snatch and grab abduction.

I kind of figured there would be a catch to this, however in this case, the brutal punishment just may be worth the forceful kissing experience.

Mistress Kang, Strangely enough, reading a statement about someone, or even a nationality in general for that matter being sexually from another planet, actually sparks an intense desire within me for involvement in such out of this world behavior.

Mistress Amuro, COUNT ME IN!!!!

This part of the process actually sounds much more enjoyable than the extraction of vital body organs.

mZ, I kind of like the thought of you holding my heart in your hands as it continues to beat feverishly for you, naturally the absolute most satisfying act.

Facial hair along with a full face of makeup? You really have been conjuring up some pretty interesting mental images lately.

MTran, Something tells me that no matter what the type, You will have no problem putting them in their place, as well as molding them into whatever You want. Ultimately one should exhibit true devotion to You Mistress.

Mistress Amuro, This made me think of the old cartoons where unexpecting explorers are captured by a primitive native tribe and are then being boiled alive in a huge pot hung over a blazing fire, obviously for that evenings dinner.

Mistress Amuro, It would only be fitting for the funeral services to end with the closing of the casket, should it cause YOU great excitement, as well as better locking in the aroma of all that delicious piss. My real fear would arise should I then feel the casket being lowered into the ground, since my fear of being buried alive would clearly top any fear I might have of tight spaces. With a number of interesting scenario's being discussed in recent posts, such as this funeral service of paying our disrespects, a human meal preparation for an unusual Mistress dining experience, as well as imprisonment complete with Fortress prison warden & guards, it also makes me think about alien abduction. Taken aboard an alien space ship resembling The Fortress and awakening on a table to the proding, probing, poking and who knows what kind of experimentation by a colonly of beautiful women aliens. Part of my fear arising from the fact that I am not sure if they are friendly or if they even understand a single word I am saying, as my cries for mercy just may be falling on deaf ears.

The PLOT thickens!

I certainly hope so!

Mistress Kang, WOW! With the pics you posted, along with the described actions of your mom as well as the shared terms of endearment in Cantonese, you have definitely peaked my interest. As I do tend to like the freaky, but openly admit to a much more enjoyable dining experience, without a need for cooking and carving.

mZ, Well said! That actually would be more the equivalent of a waterfall as opposed to a simple shower.

Joey, An interesting fantasy, I like the macabre feel. For myself, I would need to take it a bit beyond the verbal, as after each Fortress Player tells her story over the coffin about how much of a loser I was, they would need to finish by spitting on me. Then after Mistress Kang delivered her acrimonious eulogy, as one final insult, I would need all the Mistresses in unison lead by Mistress Kang, to literally piss all over me.

With the lovely Mistress Kang as warden and all the beautiful Fortress Players as prison guards, it makes one long to be locked up, possibly even a life sentence with no chance of parole.

Mistress Kang, I haven't seen one of those fortune tellers in an extremely long time, actually forgot all about them until viewing your link. I like the fact of using it in conjunction with methods of punishments/rewards.

Best wishes for a HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY to all!

Woffyboy, Once my grandfather actually died, I never had the dream again.