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ASIAN DREAMS

Do Your worst, count Ralph said.
You can’t handle My worst, escort Dominatrix Misumi Hukinata smiled. She was Japanese and blessed with a body of a Goddess. The count was one of Her regular clients. He was rich as Croesus and submissive to the bone. Which was, She thought, a match made in Heaven. What a catch!
Do Your worst, he repeated, because he was a man of very few words.
So She put him in shackles, took him to the centuries-old dungeons beneath the castle (his castle) and locked him up in one of the cells.
He has been Her prisoner now for twelve years, eight months, three weeks and six days. He receives one hour per day of yard time and is allowed to go out once every six months and do whatever he wants to do. Visit friends, family, travel outside the district, whatever. He could run away if he wanted to. But he never does. He always returns to Her, always returns so his dark and damp cell and his life in slavery. Because what is wealth compared to Her beauty? What is freedom compared to Her delicious hunger for power? And, frankly, he doesn’t have much choice. Not anymore. Because She seized his bank accounts and is now Countess of the Castle. Literally, because he signed the transfer papers.
Does he live a meagre existence? Yes, he does. Does he live in a world of hurt, humiliation and suffering? Very much so, yes. But you know what? He’s living the life he has been dreaming of.
And that’s more, much more, than most of us can say.

ASIAN MISTRESS

She looks so petite, so vulnerable and so innocent, doesn’t She? A beautiful, but fragile Pearl of the Orient. But make no mistake, this Lady can make the heaviest sumo wrestler cry for his mama. Without breaking a sweat. She’s that strict, that brutal and that merciless. She’s not interested in your silly fantasies, boy, She interested in power, real power. She’s hungry for it and will not stop at anything to get it. She wants it all and no doubt you’re going to give it to Her. Beware tough: once She has Her claws in you, there will be no turning back. You can beg as much as you want, but She’ll never let you go, never. You see, you once had a past, but She owns your future. And your money, your car, your home and all your dirty little secrets. You will be Her property and She will tell you what to wear, when to work, when to rise and when to sleep, when to eat, when to speak, when to cum and when to breathe. Hell, She will even tell you when to piss and when to shit. She will punish, humiliate and torture you whenever it pleases Her and you will learn to obey Her blindly.
So, who’s looking fragile and vulnerable now, eh?

TEMPLE OF THE GODDESS

The Temple of the Goddess is Japan’s oldest Femdom temple, located in the Kyoto mountains, and is dedicated to all lifestyle Mistresses around the world. A few months ago the authorities finally granted me permission to stay, work and worship at the sanctuary for a few weeks. It’s more beautiful than I’d ever imagined and I wished I could stop the clock and be here forever. I rise at 4am every morning and wash and clean the boots of the 6-metre high statue of a Goddess in the inner sanctum. The statue is made of pure gold and is decorated with diamonds, rubies and sapphires. A couple of devotees wash Her legs, others Her hands etc. The Holy Guards are an elite and highly trained forse, licensed to kick, slap, smother, whip, cane and – no doubt – kill flies like me. They keep a sharp eye on everything. Thousands of male slaves visit the temple each day and offer food, flowers, money and gold to the Goddess. They all get a free meal, so most of the time I’m dishwashing, scrubbing and cleaning in the enormous kitchen. The highest authority of the temple, Princess Juri, arrives in the early afternoon and we all lie prostrate for Her for at least six hours. Sometimes She points at one of the slaves lying on the ground, and he will be punished right in front of Her. Without rhyme or reason as far as I know, but then again: She’s a living Goddess, I’m nothing. Slave T. April 2016.