Mistress Collette's Lair



The Lady S

by Lady S

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My voice sings songs of fucking,
and I hum the melodies,
in my mind without trying.

My sexy demeanor,
proclaims the flashing images,
of the fucking going on,
in my minds eye.

Oiled, writhing, naked bodies,
with every orifice, willingly,
raped and ravaged.

There is a woman in me,
that only likes rough sex.
Steal her, fight her,
take her, and hold her down.

That woman is so careful,
about letting men know,
that if they just knock her,
against as wall and take her,
anyone could have her.

There is a woman in me,
who is everything,
an outstanding whore should be.
She needs to be paid for,
and treated like a purchased object.

There is a woman in me,
that is a submissive mans,
perfect dominatrix fantasy.
She needs to hit, whip,
take and torture.
She feels a driving mission,
to use men,
and make them cry,
at her feet.

Rarely, for five minutes,
here or there,
there is a woman in me,
that is a submissive, tender girl,
She is rarely around,
because the other women,
constantly kick her,
out of being.

There is a woman in me
that wants to be an erotic earth mother,
to have docile passive,
sensual people
surrender their will
and surrender to the desire,
to nurse on my powerful breasts,
and healing nipples.

There are women in me who want,
to hurt and heal.
Torture and deliver.
Condemn and save.

The women that are me,
are fierce and powerful.

I worship and crave,
the ones who submit,
the ones who desire, need, want,
to be bent over and teased,
into stinging redness,
from my riding crop.

And yet,
I am equal parts
cerebral nun and evil priestess.

My voraciousness, my proclivity
for the seamy, the compliant,
the brilliance of those splayed assess,
the stunning beauty of a passive,
docile alluring yielding soul,
with a body that flaunts the marks,
from my flagrant practicing,
of my souls desire.

To sexual people,
I am the perfect,
bold and undisguised,
fearless, dominant woman.

I find people respond,
in only one,
of two ways.

They run towards me,
at breakneck speed,
or they run terrified away.

I don't know which ones,
are the brave and sane one.
I know they don't know.

As long as there is sex,
there will always be a place for,
all the women in me,
The ones that have a taste,
for reveling in,
the sexuality of others.

Even if theirs is a,
passive flame,
that barely burns,
the moth cannot,
resist my fervent fire,
that burns white hot.

I am every mystical,
inscrutable, enigmatic woman.
Definitely,
more female than most.

Or is it that I am,
just more alive.

My sexuality's voice screams wantonly,
and there are times,
when my perversity,
will be unleashed,
for just a moment,
so that I can feed on,
the nervousness, the terrors,
the fears of the timid.

The brave few,
who will stand their terrified ground,
are chosen to be the next archangel,
in my worshiping a yielded will.

The faint of heart,
the timid ones,
the scared ones,
the ones with no tastes,
for excitement and fear,
they are uninteresting to me.

The fatalistic, the stoic.
The flagrant sensualists,
they are my favorite prey.

I am the true Lillith,
the first wife of Adam,
who was kicked out of Eden,
for refusing to be submissive.

My erotic power is huge,
my sexuality is massive.
It is a living, breathing,
thinking, and feeling thing to me.

And yet,
the nun in me lives on


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