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Welcome to my realm! Pleasee check your ego at the door.
I am the essence of a Goddess, and Power is my allure.
I embody light within the darkness and darkness within the light.
I am a blend of passion, fury, and rebellion.
I exist in the realm between the sensual and the primal.
I can be both merciful and merciless, kind and stern, gentle and intense, benevolent and malevolent—all at once.
I tread upon the Earth as a Dominatrix, bringing profound purpose to my life.
Facilitating divine power exchange experiences nourishes my soul.
If you are prepared to be humbled, let go of your ego, and immerse yourself in the pleasures of submission, seek to worship me.
I am a Goddess of unique passions, driven by an insatiable curiosity for the exquisite mysteries that lie within the depths of the human psyche, hidden deep in the realm of subspace.
Limits
I'm strictly dominate, no *** roleplay
My roles & archetype
My kinks & fetishes
I like:
- Accent Fetish
- Fear Play
- Suit Fetish
- Begging
- Biting Fetish
- Bisexual
- Chastity
- Cuckold
- Dirty Talk
- Domination
- Threesomes
- Edgeplay
- Edging
- Erotic Hypnosis
- Facesitting
- Female Domination
- FFM Threesome
- Floggers
- Humiliation
- Knife Play
- MMF Threesome
- Orgasm Control
- Spanking Paddles
- Pegging
- Post Orgasm Torture
- Prostate Milking
- Prostate Orgasm
- Smoking Fetish
- Sadism
- Sapiosexual
- Sensory Deprivation
- Sex Stool
- Sissification
- Slave Training
- Small Penis Humiliation
- Strap-on
- Tantric Massage
- Tantric Sex
- Subservience
- Voyeurism
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The Entrancing Descent into the Labyrinth of Desire
Yes I live in rural community but I am not far from a bigger city and that bigger city has everything you need. Look for local Munches, Local swingers club (most have some form of dungeon in them) join groups for your area Fetlife has tons of groups.
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The Entrancing Descent into the Labyrinth of Desire
In the heart of the city, hidden behind the facade of a nondescript building, lies a sanctuary where the mind bends to the will of desire. You've heard whispers of this place, where the boundaries of self are willingly surrendered, where the subconscious is gently coaxed to embrace the forbidden. Read more…This is the Labyrinth of Desire, and tonight, you are its chosen explorer.
As you step through the threshold, the world you know fades away. The air is thick with the scent of heady incense, and the dimly lit corridors seem to pulse with a rhythm that resonates deep within your core. You are guided by the soft, insistent voice of the Mistress, her words weaving a spell that you are powerless to resist.
"Step forward, my brave submissive. Let go of your inhibitions, for in this place, you are free to experience the depths of your true nature."
With each step, the walls of the labyrinth seem to close in, yet you feel no ***—only a mounting anticipation. The Mistress's voice is a silken thread, leading you deeper into the maze of your own mind.
"Surrender to the sound of my voice. With every breath, you feel more relaxed, more open to the possibilities that await you. You are safe here, under my care, and you are ready to explore the desires you've kept locked away."
The labyrinth turns, and you find yourself in a chamber bathed in an ethereal glow. In the center stands a figure, shrouded in mystery. As the figure turns to face you, you see that it is another man, his eyes reflecting the same curiosity and hunger that burn within you.
"Look upon him, my pet. This man is your mirror, your counterpart in this journey of discovery. Together, you will shed the true meaning of submission, of pleasure that knows no bounds."
The Mistress approaches, her presence commanding and serene. She holds a pendant, a swirling vortex of silver and obsidian, which she suspends before your eyes. The longer you gaze into its depths, the more your thoughts begin to swirl and blend, your resistance melting away like mist under the morning sun.
"Let your mind follow the spiral, deeper and deeper. As you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back into you, revealing truths you have long denied. You are not just a visitor here; you are a seeker of forbidden fruits, ripe for the taking."
The pendant sways, its motion hypnotic, and with it, your will bends. The lines between what you once believed and what you now desire become blurred. The man before you is no longer a stranger but a companion on this voyage into the heart of your deepest yearnings.
"You desire him, as you desire me. Your need to submit, to pleasure, to be filled with the essence of another, is as natural as the tides. Embrace this truth, my pet. Embrace the part of you that aches to be free."
As the trance deepens, the room seems to shift, the walls expanding, contracting, breathing with you. The man steps closer, his hand reaching out to touch yours. The connection is electric, a circuit completed, and you find yourself drawn to him, your lips meeting in a kiss that is both a question and an answer.
"Yes, my dear submissive, yield to this new experience. Let it wash over you, through you, transforming you. There is no shame here, only the purest form of ecstasy."
The Mistress's words are your anchor, your guide, as you explore the contours of this man's body. Every sensation is heightened, every touch a revelation. You are lost in the labyrinth, but you have never been more found, more certain of your place in this world of pleasure and domination.
"Remember this feeling, this freedom. Carry it with you when you leave this place. For you are now a creature of the night, a seeker of the forbidden, and your journey has only just begun."
As the hypnotic spell begins to wane, the chamber comes back into focus. The man is gone, but the memory of his touch, the taste of his lips, lingers. You are alone with the Mistress once more, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and pride.
"Rise, my enlightened submissive. You have traversed the labyrinth and emerged transformed. Go forth and live the truth of your desires, for you are now truly free."
As you step through the threshold, the world you know fades away. The air is thick with the scent of heady incense, and the dimly lit corridors seem to pulse with a rhythm that resonates deep within your core. You are guided by the soft, insistent voice of the Mistress, her words weaving a spell that you are powerless to resist.
"Step forward, my brave submissive. Let go of your inhibitions, for in this place, you are free to experience the depths of your true nature."
With each step, the walls of the labyrinth seem to close in, yet you feel no ***—only a mounting anticipation. The Mistress's voice is a silken thread, leading you deeper into the maze of your own mind.
"Surrender to the sound of my voice. With every breath, you feel more relaxed, more open to the possibilities that await you. You are safe here, under my care, and you are ready to explore the desires you've kept locked away."
The labyrinth turns, and you find yourself in a chamber bathed in an ethereal glow. In the center stands a figure, shrouded in mystery. As the figure turns to face you, you see that it is another man, his eyes reflecting the same curiosity and hunger that burn within you.
"Look upon him, my pet. This man is your mirror, your counterpart in this journey of discovery. Together, you will shed the true meaning of submission, of pleasure that knows no bounds."
The Mistress approaches, her presence commanding and serene. She holds a pendant, a swirling vortex of silver and obsidian, which she suspends before your eyes. The longer you gaze into its depths, the more your thoughts begin to swirl and blend, your resistance melting away like mist under the morning sun.
"Let your mind follow the spiral, deeper and deeper. As you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back into you, revealing truths you have long denied. You are not just a visitor here; you are a seeker of forbidden fruits, ripe for the taking."
The pendant sways, its motion hypnotic, and with it, your will bends. The lines between what you once believed and what you now desire become blurred. The man before you is no longer a stranger but a companion on this voyage into the heart of your deepest yearnings.
"You desire him, as you desire me. Your need to submit, to pleasure, to be filled with the essence of another, is as natural as the tides. Embrace this truth, my pet. Embrace the part of you that aches to be free."
As the trance deepens, the room seems to shift, the walls expanding, contracting, breathing with you. The man steps closer, his hand reaching out to touch yours. The connection is electric, a circuit completed, and you find yourself drawn to him, your lips meeting in a kiss that is both a question and an answer.
"Yes, my dear submissive, yield to this new experience. Let it wash over you, through you, transforming you. There is no shame here, only the purest form of ecstasy."
The Mistress's words are your anchor, your guide, as you explore the contours of this man's body. Every sensation is heightened, every touch a revelation. You are lost in the labyrinth, but you have never been more found, more certain of your place in this world of pleasure and domination.
"Remember this feeling, this freedom. Carry it with you when you leave this place. For you are now a creature of the night, a seeker of the forbidden, and your journey has only just begun."
As the hypnotic spell begins to wane, the chamber comes back into focus. The man is gone, but the memory of his touch, the taste of his lips, lingers. You are alone with the Mistress once more, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and pride.
"Rise, my enlightened submissive. You have traversed the labyrinth and emerged transformed. Go forth and live the truth of your desires, for you are now truly free."
The Dungeon's Sweet ***
In the dimly lit dungeon, the air is thick with anticipation. The stone walls echo with the faint sound of chains clinking against the cold, hard floor. I, stand in the center of this den of debauchery, my presence commanding and majestic. Before me kneels a submissive, his body trembling with a Read more…mix of *** and arousal. His eyes are fixed on the floor, unable to meet my piercing gaze. He knows he is about to endure the exquisite *** that only I can deliver.
With a flick of my wrist, I beckon him closer, my red-stained lips curling into a cruel smile. "You've been a very bad slave," I purr, my voice dripping with both sweetness and the promise of ***. "And tonight, you will learn the true meaning of surrender."
His breath hitches as I approach, my black leather corset hugging my curves, the sharp contrast against my porcelain skin. I reach out, my fingers tracing the contours of his face before gripping his hair tightly, forcing him to look up at me. "CBT is not just about the ***," I whisper, "it's about the control, the power I hold over you."
I lead him to a wooden structure, intricately designed for the sole purpose of ***. His wrists and ankles are secured, spreading him open, ***, and completely at my mercy. I take a moment to admire my canvas, the *** in his eyes making my heart race with excitement.
The session begins with a gentle touch, my fingers dancing lightly over his most sensitive areas. He sighs in relief, but his respite is short-lived. I grasp his manhood firmly, my nails digging into the delicate flesh. His gasp of *** is music to my ears, a symphony of submission that only heightens my arousal.
I reach for my tools, each one selected for its unique ability to inflict both *** and pleasure. A leather strap, a metal clamp, a pinwheel of needles. With each implement, I push his boundaries, watching as his body contorts in ecstasy and agony.
"Please, Mistress," he begs, his voice quivering. "I can't take any more."
"You will take what I give you," I retort, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Your *** is my pleasure, your *** is my release."
With each strike, each clamp, each piercing sensation, his moans grow louder, his body arching into the ***. I can see the conflict within him, the struggle between his mind's desire to escape and his body's craving for more.
As the session reaches its crescendo, I lean in close, my breath hot against his ear. "Come for me," I command, and like the obedient slave he is, he obeys, his orgasm ripping through him, a testament of my dominance.
I step back, admiring my work, the tears streaming down his face, the tremors wracking his body. He is broken, but through his submission, he has found a rare form of beauty, a purity in his ***.
I release him from his bonds, his body collapsing onto the floor, a spent, quivering mess. "You have pleased me tonight," I say, my voice soft but still carrying an edge of authority. "Remember this feeling, this connection between *** and pleasure. It is a gift only I can give you."
As I leave the dungeon, I can't help but smile. Another successful session, another submissive taught the sweet *** of true surrender. Until next time...
With a flick of my wrist, I beckon him closer, my red-stained lips curling into a cruel smile. "You've been a very bad slave," I purr, my voice dripping with both sweetness and the promise of ***. "And tonight, you will learn the true meaning of surrender."
His breath hitches as I approach, my black leather corset hugging my curves, the sharp contrast against my porcelain skin. I reach out, my fingers tracing the contours of his face before gripping his hair tightly, forcing him to look up at me. "CBT is not just about the ***," I whisper, "it's about the control, the power I hold over you."
I lead him to a wooden structure, intricately designed for the sole purpose of ***. His wrists and ankles are secured, spreading him open, ***, and completely at my mercy. I take a moment to admire my canvas, the *** in his eyes making my heart race with excitement.
The session begins with a gentle touch, my fingers dancing lightly over his most sensitive areas. He sighs in relief, but his respite is short-lived. I grasp his manhood firmly, my nails digging into the delicate flesh. His gasp of *** is music to my ears, a symphony of submission that only heightens my arousal.
I reach for my tools, each one selected for its unique ability to inflict both *** and pleasure. A leather strap, a metal clamp, a pinwheel of needles. With each implement, I push his boundaries, watching as his body contorts in ecstasy and agony.
"Please, Mistress," he begs, his voice quivering. "I can't take any more."
"You will take what I give you," I retort, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Your *** is my pleasure, your *** is my release."
With each strike, each clamp, each piercing sensation, his moans grow louder, his body arching into the ***. I can see the conflict within him, the struggle between his mind's desire to escape and his body's craving for more.
As the session reaches its crescendo, I lean in close, my breath hot against his ear. "Come for me," I command, and like the obedient slave he is, he obeys, his orgasm ripping through him, a testament of my dominance.
I step back, admiring my work, the tears streaming down his face, the tremors wracking his body. He is broken, but through his submission, he has found a rare form of beauty, a purity in his ***.
I release him from his bonds, his body collapsing onto the floor, a spent, quivering mess. "You have pleased me tonight," I say, my voice soft but still carrying an edge of authority. "Remember this feeling, this connection between *** and pleasure. It is a gift only I can give you."
As I leave the dungeon, I can't help but smile. Another successful session, another submissive taught the sweet *** of true surrender. Until next time...
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GolfLVR Mistress Tara likes to ghost her subs after over a month of dedicated service without even a simple goodbye. I have been a faithful servant to her and she refuses to say anything. I did nothing wrong and was not rude, inappropriate or anything. She just cast me aside. Be aware when dealing with her. Mistress Tara likes to ghost her subs after over a month of dedicated service without even a simple goodbye. I have been a faithful servant to her and she refuses to say anything. I did nothing wrong and was not rude, inappropriate or anything. She just cast me aside. Be aware when dealing with her.
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Slavematthew Super hot! Super hot!
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· 3 months ago
NattysNook Thank you for sharing these words. Im going to have to go take a shower now 🥵 Thank you for sharing these words. Im going to have to go take a shower now 🥵
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A Submissives Initiation
As I sat on the plush couch, sipping my whiskey, I couldn't help but notice the nervous energy emanating from the young man standing before me. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the dimly lit atmosphere and the various toys ***tered about. He was new to this world, and I could sense his Read more…eagerness to please.
"Undress," I commanded, my voice low and husky.
He hesitated for a moment before complying, his hands shaking as he removed his shirt and pants. His eyes never left mine, and I could see the desire burning within them.
I rose from the couch, my stilettos clicking on the hardwood floor. "Kneel," I instructed, my gaze roaming over his lean physique.
He dropped to his knees, his head bowed in submission. I walked around him, my fingers trailing over his skin, testing his boundaries. He flinched when I touched his nipples, and I smiled, knowing I had found a sensitive spot.
"Look at me," I demanded, my voice firm but gentle.
He raised his eyes, and I saw the *** and excitement mingling within them. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around his cock, and he gasped as I began to stroke him.
"You want to please me, don't you?" I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.
He nodded, his eyes locked on mine.
I tightened my grip, and he winced, but I could see the pleasure coursing through his veins. "You'll do as I say, and you'll take the *** I give you," I stated, my voice firm.
He nodded again, and I released his cock, my fingers trailing up to his chest. I pinched his nipple, hard, and he cried out, his body tensing.
"You like that, don't you?" I purred, my fingers digging into his skin.
He nodded, his eyes flashing with desire.
I leaned in, my teeth nipping at his earlobe. "Good boy," I whispered, my breath sending shivers down his spine.
I stepped back, my eyes roving over his body. "Now, I want you to take my nails," I instructed, my voice firm.
He looked up at me, uncertainty etched on his face, but I could see the excitement burning within him. I held out my hand, my nails sharp and pointed. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, his mouth closing around my fingers.
I dug my nails into his skin, and he gasped, his body tensing. But he didn't pull away, and I could see the pleasure coursing through his veins.
"You're a good boy," I purred, my voice husky. "Now, I want you to bite me."
He looked up at me, his eyes flashing with desire. He leaned forward, his teeth closing around my nipple. I cried out, the *** and pleasure mingling within me.
As he bit down harder, I felt my orgasm building. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around his cock, and he came, his body shuddering with pleasure.
I released him, my fingers trailing over his skin. "You're a natural," I purred, my voice husky.
He looked up at me, his eyes shining with desire. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, his voice trembling.
I smiled, my heart pounding with excitement. This was just the beginning of our journey together.
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"Undress," I commanded, my voice low and husky.
He hesitated for a moment before complying, his hands shaking as he removed his shirt and pants. His eyes never left mine, and I could see the desire burning within them.
I rose from the couch, my stilettos clicking on the hardwood floor. "Kneel," I instructed, my gaze roaming over his lean physique.
He dropped to his knees, his head bowed in submission. I walked around him, my fingers trailing over his skin, testing his boundaries. He flinched when I touched his nipples, and I smiled, knowing I had found a sensitive spot.
"Look at me," I demanded, my voice firm but gentle.
He raised his eyes, and I saw the *** and excitement mingling within them. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around his cock, and he gasped as I began to stroke him.
"You want to please me, don't you?" I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.
He nodded, his eyes locked on mine.
I tightened my grip, and he winced, but I could see the pleasure coursing through his veins. "You'll do as I say, and you'll take the *** I give you," I stated, my voice firm.
He nodded again, and I released his cock, my fingers trailing up to his chest. I pinched his nipple, hard, and he cried out, his body tensing.
"You like that, don't you?" I purred, my fingers digging into his skin.
He nodded, his eyes flashing with desire.
I leaned in, my teeth nipping at his earlobe. "Good boy," I whispered, my breath sending shivers down his spine.
I stepped back, my eyes roving over his body. "Now, I want you to take my nails," I instructed, my voice firm.
He looked up at me, uncertainty etched on his face, but I could see the excitement burning within him. I held out my hand, my nails sharp and pointed. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, his mouth closing around my fingers.
I dug my nails into his skin, and he gasped, his body tensing. But he didn't pull away, and I could see the pleasure coursing through his veins.
"You're a good boy," I purred, my voice husky. "Now, I want you to bite me."
He looked up at me, his eyes flashing with desire. He leaned forward, his teeth closing around my nipple. I cried out, the *** and pleasure mingling within me.
As he bit down harder, I felt my orgasm building. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around his cock, and he came, his body shuddering with pleasure.
I released him, my fingers trailing over his skin. "You're a natural," I purred, my voice husky.
He looked up at me, his eyes shining with desire. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, his voice trembling.
I smiled, my heart pounding with excitement. This was just the beginning of our journey together.
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GolfLVR Mistress Tara is a fraud. Do not waste your time or ***. Mistress Tara is a fraud. Do not waste your time or ***.
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· 2 months ago
Slavematthew More please! More please!
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· 3 months ago
NattysNook I need more of these! So well written, I could picture this entire scene. As a daddy/CT/soft dom who is eager to experiment with handing over control this was... hot 🥵 to say the absolute least.
Can we expect more of these tantalising tales?? X I need more of these! So well written, I could picture this entire scene. As a daddy/CT/soft dom who is eager to experiment with handing over control this was... hot 🥵 to say the absolute least.
Can we expect more of these tantalising tales?? X
Can we expect more of these tantalising tales?? X I need more of these! So well written, I could picture this entire scene. As a daddy/CT/soft dom who is eager to experiment with handing over control this was... hot 🥵 to say the absolute least.
Can we expect more of these tantalising tales?? X
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Vanilla? As a Domme I can become pretty sadistic in forms of this you need oxygen? No not at all!!! My mind is reeling of all the sadistic things that I do
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Amarillo (the closest city) is a dead zone. Every now and then, I catch rumors of some group in Amarillo, only to come-up empty. it's either long-gone, or possibly never existed in the first place. ➦Phoenyx quote MistressTara33:❝Yes I live in rural community but I am not far from a bigger city and that bigger city has everything you need. Look for local Munches, Local swingers club (most have some form of dungeon in them) join groups for your area Fetlife has tons of groups.❞
Amarillo (the closest city) is a dead zone. Every now and then, I catch rumors of some group in Amarillo, only to come-up empty. it's either long-gone, or possibly never existed in the first place.
Anyway, I would like to thank everyone for being patient with this rather rude interruption. This was the only way to get my question to Mistress Tara, as her DM appears to be blocked. Now, back to our regularly-scheduled program...❞
Yes I live in rural community but I am not far from a bigger city and that bigger city has everything you need. Look for local Munches, Local swingers club (most have some form of dungeon in them) join groups for your area Fetlife has tons of groups.