Leather Gimp Ashtray Slave & Boot Worship Spank

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Leather Gimp Ashtray Slave
24/7 Lifestyle Slave Ownership - I have my Ashtray slave exactly where I need him, tightly bound within his Black Leather body bag, hooded, ring gagged and perfectly placed between my unique white Leather thigh booted legs. Clad in Black PVC and my favourite short Black Leather gloves watch as I subjugate and objectify my bound ashtray slave, ensuring he eats and swallows every piece of ash from my decadent and elegant More 120 cigarette.

Boot Worship Spank
24/7 Lifestyle Slave Ownership - Clad in my powerful and all enveloping Black PVC and favourite Black Leather gloves, watch as my slave dutifully kisses and licks every inch of my distinctive, unique and beautiful white thigh boots before close ups of my harsh single and double handed Leather gloved spankings. All whilst enjoying a decadent More 120 cigarette of course!

My Ashtray Slave
24/7 Lifestyle Slave Ownership - In the Hall of our residence watch as I objectify and subjugate my slave to every piece of ash from my decadent and luxurious Dunhill International cigarette. Clad in my favourite Red and Black Rubber dress, Black Leather thigh boots and my favourite Black Leather Opera length gloves I enjoy a relaxed smoke, producing long creamy exhales from beautifully intoxicating snap inhales and only call my slave from his corner when he's needed to swallow my ashes.

Peeping Tom Smoke Admirer
24/7 Lifestyle Slave Ownership - As I am wont to do after a long afternoon of punishing my slave, I often relax with a smoke and reflect on the sadistic punishment meted out that very day. However, yesterday and today I noticed an unfamiliar figure in the undergrowth just watching me and clearly enjoying his dirty, perverted self as he watched me enjoying a luxurious and satisfying More 120 cigarette. This pervert will be caught and will face my wrath on capture. 

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To My one & only Son..... IF

If.... By Rudyard Kipling....

If....
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies
Or being hated, don't give way to hating
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise.

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken
And stoop and build' em up with worn-out tools

If you can make heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pinch - and - toss
And lose and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to the "Hold On!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you
If all men count with you, but none too much
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth, and everything that's in it
And - which is more - You'll be a Man, My Son...

Beautiful Failure....

Beautiful Failure.

Failure and Failing is the most beautiful success..
By failing we are re-aligned to reshuffle and annihilate the old then to move forward to the much improved, more successful anew...

 

Removing the Mask's..........

Removing the Mask's..........

And then she accepted all the things, traits and flaws that repulsed and horrified her about herself....

And in that moment,  she became her own kind of  beautiful.

The Woman King - Queen

Archetypes | WOMAN KING

And she speaks in a voice that sets men trembling, with eyes painted gold and a throne built on the bones of those who would challenge her rule. Cults of ascetics dance ecstasies in her honour and write her words in blood across their altars. Her body is a holy temple and her power springs from the divine source of her own terrible will. She is not of mortal flesh, they will whisper, as she wheels on her stallion and screams warchants to the heavens, emerging from battle wreathed in the blood and soil of a new kingdom. She rules with iron fists, with the cracking of cathedrals, with the love and the fear of her vast wild armies. She harbours a sword within her unquiet roaring heart, and with it has carved herself a new space, outside of law or nature or humankind. She is the mother of an empire; she is the mother of herself. Watch her rise.

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