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[26 Jan 2004|09:24am]

[ mood | annoyed yet excited ]

Soon all of you (whoever all of you really is) shall be able to bow down to your two Queens as they work *together* for the first time. Yes, come this Spring, the two Queens will truly be able to work from the same area, and will gladly hand down tasks and what not to their hos.
That is, MattMoo. And that seems to be about it. *Sigh*.

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[08 Jan 2004|07:41am]

[ mood | bitchy ]

*Sighs deeply, looking around the quiet castle*.
We need more hos.
*Looks to a sleeping Queen Stephie, sitting up in her throne*
We really do. It's so quiet here in our land of hodum. You would think that hos would be lining up. We are so bee-oo-ti-ful after all, and we ARE the most important people on this earth.
*Sighs again, becoming more dramatic in her woe*
I need some chocolates. *Mopes*. My back could use a massage too. I got an awful crick in it, ever since I sent that poor young man to the moat of leeches. He was a fiesty one.
*Bumps Stephie to see if she will wake; she turns her head, mumbling something about Johnny Depp, a huge smile on her face*
Oh well. I'll wait.
*Crosses arms and looks obstinate*

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Yessss Mistresss [07 Jan 2004|09:06am]

[ mood | amused ]

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If I may clarify.... [06 Jan 2004|09:58pm]

[ mood | accomplished ]

...This is left also to Queen Stephie to contemplate and change if she wishes, as she has the full right to demand anything she wants to. But this is my own point of clarification...
I had made the point quite clear that women are not allowed to enter within this realm of the Queens, being that they may take from our grace and beauty. Nevermind that too many women may distract our hos, and possibly incur ritualistic beatings. The hos here are our puppy dogs, and we all know how a puppy dogs sometimes behaves in front of strangers they do not know. And the stains they make acting the way they do can be very annoying.
But I will give allowance, as I'm sure Queen Stephie agrees, that every Queen needs guidance from time to time. And Lord knows that the hos here are undeserving of such tasks, as they themselves may make light of their punishments, or increase their rewards if given the chance. So if the wenches, whores, good ladies and debutantes may like, they may enter these hallowed halls *SIMPLY* to give advice to the Queens. They may watch and join in, cheering for one's good graces or ... well, cheering for their punishments. They may cheer. We may even set them with certain tasks to test the loyalty of our hos, making sure they are in line when their Queens may be away, or simply turn their backs a moment.
So good ladies of our Kingdom, you may come in. But do not cross our paths in the areas of contributing to either the obedience or the opposite of our hos. That is *our* job.
But who says a Queen cannot give a little fun to others? ;)

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for the viewing audience. [06 Jan 2004|06:39pm]

[ mood | amused ]

Porn Clip for the search engine challenged

I run.. I flee

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Let Fall the Worship [06 Jan 2004|12:49pm]

[ mood | horny ]

Let fall the worship for the Queens, the luscious Stephy and savory Veronica.

On one side of the dias, in the mist filled santuary of Queens temple stands Stephanie, the pale cream skin of her breast and thigh in sharp contrast to the darkest of cobalt blue silk gown lovingly carressing her delicious curves leaving little to the imagination. Her devious smile curved up at the corners with a hint at the mischief she apparently has in store for the chosen few.

She is sister queen to Veronica, beautifull and exotic, her amber hair catching the lights like smoldering fire, she is creative in her punishment and generous in her rewards. Stephy is a queen by all rights but here, she owns you mind...body... and soul.

Her eyes sparkle slyly in the ambient light of the surrounding candles and incense filled lamps that hang from the corners of the temple, and her fingers beckon the chosen towards the dias for either heavenly pleasure... or exuisite torture.. your life hangs in her hands now.

Veronica, the silken sable Queen stands on the other side of the rased dias in the temple. The mists answer her ever whim and ship playfully around her thighs, crawling to her full succulent lips for a whispered kiss. She is sister queen to Stephanie and ware those who would tempt her.

Stories have been told oh her talents in the erotic arena. It is said that Veronica can make a man weep with a whisper, cry JOY with a mere touch or her lips. Her sable hair hangs heavy and thick over her neck wrapped lazily across her breasts hiding all but a hint of her skin from sight. Her eyes, like Stephy's sparkle mischieviously at the sight of those gathered on the floor below, scanning the throngs of steaming flesh for one or two that may serve.. and serve well lest they face her wrath.

The masses gather below these Queens, eyes wistfull and full of longing for thier touch. hard bodies and silk shod iron rigid with anticipation, each body held in anticipation of what may come... or cum.. depending on the pleasure and moods of the queens. Some lay supine on the marbled steps, hands running over thier sweat slick bodies, slipping down to caress the twitching beast like cocks resting against thier bellys.. serpents ready and yearning to strike.

Each of the slaves hope for a chance at heavens gate, the opportunity to taste the nectar of the goddesses... so to speak. Lips are licked, tongues sharp against gritted teeth want nothing more than to do thier queens bidding..
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[05 Jan 2004|11:09pm]

[ mood | scheming ]

Anyone reading this, either first time or not (meaning of course, you'd better do it up whether or not you read this...?) must make a wonderous story about Stephie and I as your beautiful queens. Because we are. We want as much as you can layer onto us. Just DO it up, or pay the enourmous consequences.

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[05 Jan 2004|02:18pm]

[ mood | busy ]

I'm a delicious....

Whats next?
I came prepared...
.....with a jar of Mayo *gryn*
a rubber ducky
6 packs of mints
a collar...

and a package of peeps..
Cause you can't go wrong with peeps.

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[05 Jan 2004|02:18pm]

[ mood | busy ]


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*bows deep* [05 Jan 2004|10:00am]

[ mood | cold ]

And yea tho I walk thru the valley of doom I will FEAR no EVIL...
For I carry with me the might and the power of the

17 inches of spring loaded tungsten steel heavily greased for wasy insertion
Used 3 times daily or as often as you can and you too can pick up the soap in the prison shower
with confidence!

Send check or money order for $19.95 to:
c/o Bend over n Squeal AK

or call
1-800-000-0000 extension Oh OH OHH!

It feels good to be loved..

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[04 Jan 2004|05:05pm]

[ mood | devious ]

Ahhh slaves! Altogether now. Get in a nice neat line. That's good. Ho, wait, you there... straighten up. Wait, what? Did you retort? *Opens the door behind her and releases several man eating pigs*. Yea, betcha didn't like me going all Verger on you, huh? *Watches, pleased at the very neat line forming around the man being dragged off by the pigs.*
No worries loves, he'll be fine. The pigs usually stop by the time they reach major arteries. They're well trained. Just as you will be very very soon.
Queen Stephanie and myself have decided to grace ourselves in your favour, for the time anyways. If you'd like to be a part of it all you can just go ahead and join. But don't think of leaving. Once you're here, you're here.
We don't ask much. Simple obedience in everything is all we want. You can be our sexual deviance, or our shoe cleaner, or our puppy for the night. Either way, enjoy it. Or... *smiles again hearing the pigs*

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