"The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's self. All sin is easy after that."

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

(Thursday morning, Sept. 24th, some time past midnight)
(Basement of the Dormouse)

I had decided to end it tonight. 
Whatever I feel about Kent, it's not healthy.  The sharp spikes of jealousy and possessiveness when he was merely conversing with Glass showed me that much.  What he wants is not healthy.  What he wants me to do.... hurt him so he does not hurt others?  I should be speaking to Mab, or Lucien's new partner. 

So I came home from the street fair determined.  Dressed meticulously in leather.  Something about leather makes me feel powerful in the face of the helplessness I seem to constantly feel.  *Hooves, sweet gods, diamond hooves!*  Leather pants. Leather halter top.  Leather elbow length gloves.  Five inch stilettos.  Finally my leather trench, buttons cinching my my waist.   Hair pulled into a severe top-knot to fall down my back.  Stark black eye-liner and red lips. 

Made my way down the stairs almost an hour past the appointed time, resolve firm.  I am the Mistress here after all....
There he knelt, awaiting whatever I would dole out, stripped down to skin........ and a pair of black silk panties clenched between his teeth.

Mine.  Oh,  mine.

With a gentle smile, I took his offering and ran my fingers through his hair for a few moments.  Then I yanked him up off his knees and shackled his wrists, suspending him from the ceiling so that he was barely touching the floor with the balls of his feet.

And I was not gentle.  Flails and floggers and crops.... clamps and wax and caning.... and I was not gentle.  Haven't broke the skin, oh no, not yet.  But I am planning on it.  Shrug out of the coat, for I am slick with sweat *as well as other things*  and purposely make my way up the stairs.  "Be right back, my pet."  I say flatly, but grinning because he cannot see my face from where he dangles.  Look back over my shoulder... and shudder in delight at the scene before me.  "Won't be more than a moment."   With that I exit the basement to fetch my toy up in the icebox.
 

(Closed)
(Caution! BDSM themes contained within!  Possibly Triggery)

"The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's self. All sin is easy after that."

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

(Thursday morning, Sept. 24th, some time past midnight)
(Basement of the Dormouse)

I had decided to end it tonight. 
Whatever I feel about Kent, it's not healthy.  The sharp spikes of jealousy and possessiveness when he was merely conversing with Glass showed me that much.  What he wants is not healthy.  What he wants me to do.... hurt him so he does not hurt others?  I should be speaking to Mab, or Lucien's new partner. 

So I came home from the street fair determined.  Dressed meticulously in leather.  Something about leather makes me feel powerful in the face of the helplessness I seem to constantly feel.  *Hooves, sweet gods, diamond hooves!*  Leather pants. Leather halter top.  Leather elbow length gloves.  Five inch stilettos.  Finally my leather trench, buttons cinching my my waist.   Hair pulled into a severe top-knot to fall down my back.  Stark black eye-liner and red lips. 

Made my way down the stairs almost an hour past the appointed time, resolve firm.  I am the Mistress here after all....
There he knelt, awaiting whatever I would dole out, stripped down to skin........ and a pair of black silk panties clenched between his teeth.

Mine.  Oh,  mine.

With a gentle smile, I took his offering and ran my fingers through his hair for a few moments.  Then I yanked him up off his knees and shackled his wrists, suspending him from the ceiling so that he was barely touching the floor with the balls of his feet.

And I was not gentle.  Flails and floggers and crops.... clamps and wax and caning.... and I was not gentle.  Haven't broke the skin, oh no, not yet.  But I am planning on it.  Shrug out of the coat, for I am slick with sweat *as well as other things*  and purposely make my way up the stairs.  "Be right back, my pet."  I say flatly, but grinning because he cannot see my face from where he dangles.  Look back over my shoulder... and shudder in delight at the scene before me.  "Won't be more than a moment."   With that I exit the basement to fetch my toy up in the icebox.
 

(Closed)
(Caution! BDSM themes contained within!  Possibly Triggery)

I wanna get in trouble. I wanna start a fight.

[regal-vigilante.livejournal.com]

Thursday Afternoon September 24th: Day 116
Sheriff's Office

Friggin' magic.
I've had a bloody headache since yesterday now.

Feel worse for Hermia than I do for myself though- and I feel pretty damn sorry for myself. Her first great Work and we can't figure what's gone wrong. We know that its trying to work, but it just can't seem to. Like something else needs to happen before the magic can set loose to it's work.
Whole damn basement is still charged up. Makes my head scream afresh every time I go down there.

Went out for a walk- smoked about four cigarettes. Went though the books again. Not like any of it made real sense. Better to let Hermia work out what she can and then run it by me. Maybe I can dredge something out of the back of my memory that might help.

Turn the corner and head back to the Office. Head up the stairs and crush out my last cigarette in the can outside. Open the door to the ringing of the bells and step in. And there's Liam sitting there looking like he hasn't a care in the world. And wait....what's that in the air?

"What the fuck have you been doing in here Linford?" shrug out of my coat and throw it on one of the chairs, "Or rather, who the fuck have you been doing in here?"

{Open to the Relevant Parties}
Closed

I wanna get in trouble. I wanna start a fight.

[regal-vigilante.livejournal.com]

Thursday Afternoon September 24th: Day 116
Sheriff's Office

Friggin' magic.
I've had a bloody headache since yesterday now.

Feel worse for Hermia than I do for myself though- and I feel pretty damn sorry for myself. Her first great Work and we can't figure what's gone wrong. We know that its trying to work, but it just can't seem to. Like something else needs to happen before the magic can set loose to it's work.
Whole damn basement is still charged up. Makes my head scream afresh every time I go down there.

Went out for a walk- smoked about four cigarettes. Went though the books again. Not like any of it made real sense. Better to let Hermia work out what she can and then run it by me. Maybe I can dredge something out of the back of my memory that might help.

Turn the corner and head back to the Office. Head up the stairs and crush out my last cigarette in the can outside. Open the door to the ringing of the bells and step in. And there's Liam sitting there looking like he hasn't a care in the world. And wait....what's that in the air?

"What the fuck have you been doing in here Linford?" shrug out of my coat and throw it on one of the chairs, "Or rather, who the fuck have you been doing in here?"

{Open to the Relevant Parties}
Closed