#power play
Equal parts cute to risqué video: “Moving on from Vanilla” is a clear-cut break down - a step toward rather than a step into BDSM.
Consent is King.
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Beri Allen-Miller
Ummm, loved the whole bit with Killian and Hades, and DEFINITELY needed a LOT more whump.
The hair grab, though… .
W October 2013 – Power Play
Photographed by Willy Vanderperre
Styled by Olivier Rizzo
Hair by Anthony Turner
Make-Up by Yadim
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With the world economy in a shambles in the aftermath the devastating wars between east and west, the European colonial powers regained control over their old dominions. Here we see a lovely young English Lady. She is the sole heir to an incomprehensible fortune. Huge swaths of land in the North American colonies, Africa, and Asia as well. Control of trade routes and manufacturing facilities worldwide. Millions of chattel wear her family’s seal on their collars. Her family’s money was beyond old even in the first colonial period. Her blue blood has afforded her only the best education and prepared her well to receive her birthright.. The concept of owning anything that is not the very best in the world is a foreign concept to her. Nothing that should not be expected of a young woman of her impeccable breeding and wealth. But she is no spoiled little girl. Like her father, she is shrewd and ruthless in all of her dealings. Business and otherwise. The duchy’s already impressive profits have grown considerably under her guidance.
Her father and mother smile as they watch their perfect daughter prepare the horses for a ride. She would of had her body slave lay out several riding outfits to choose from, each one the cost of a commoner’s home. Looking cool and casual in a way only royalty can achieve while wearing clothes worth thousands of pounds, she flashed a dazzling smile at her parents as she checked her saddle.
Today she will be entertaining the daughter of an oil-soaked Norwegian noble, whose family is visiting with the hope that the English Duchess-presumptive will find her worthy of marrying. The fact that she only ever expressed interest in women is of no concern to the Duke. There was no shortage of noble families looking to gain status by offering a daughter to his. It was after all the 22nd century! No one concerned themselves with old and worn out morality. Besides the wonders of modern technology meant his daughter could easily have an heir of his blood placed inside her new bride. Her figure was much too perfect to waste on the inconvenience of pregnancy of course.
He envied his daughter as he watched statuesque Norwegian girl emerge from the stable. He only had another afternoon of insufferable boot licking from Count Olaf to look forward too. His reverie was broken by his wife’s tongue clicking indignantly. He looked over again and rolled his eyes as the tall blonde dropped a ridiculous curtsy in front of his daughter. While he tolerated a certain level of groveling, his daughter did not. She wanted an equal partner to share her life with. He could tell from her body language she had already dismissed the insecure Norse girl from her marriage considerations.
That did not mean she had lost all interest in the stunning blonde however. Her personal harem was one of the largest in Europe, but still only the best of the best were worthy of wearing her personal collar. Another piece of formerly royal chattel in her collection would only add to her prestige. Based on the weak knees, flushed cheeks, and downcast eyes, the young Lady Ashe estimated quite rightly that the disgustingly weak creature before her would be on her knees begging a collar within 20 minutes into the ride. Women falling for her was not a new experience for Lady Ashe, and a girl wishing to become her property was gratifying.
Of course Lady Ashe did not deign to honor the slut’s pleading with an answer. Her family left for Norway the next day, disappointed and ashamed their daughter had not measured up. Little did they know Lady Ashe had already sent her procurement Mistress to Norway with instructions to grab the girl at her earliest convenience. At supper that night,s he was soaking wet at the thought of the blonde beauty kneeling at her feet, waiting for the much coveted collar of her Mistress.
It only took a tiny glance towards her body slave in order to have her favorite Nordic blonde brought to her chambers for the night. Along with her favorite strap-on of course…
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what if i take just enough of my sleep meds so you can still take complete advantage of me while i’m semi-conscious … wouldn’t it be so much fun to gaslight me into thinking i’m just having a wet dream while you use my body?
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The Sadist and the Stolen Princess starring Tyler Johnson (YnR, Afterburn/Aftershock, Matchmakers Playbook) is a deeply powerful, photographically illustrated novel about forgiveness and atonement. There is no hero here…
Madoc returns from the grave to take what’s rightfully his by birth, only to end up on his knees.
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Tw: Kidnapping, drugging and power play
I’m so into the idea of kidnapping, you don’t even know. Especially when it’s someone with high influence??? I’m talking someone of high power going into a city or smth and seeing this poor little person who’s too kind. Too beautiful, too caring. And thinking, “this person- no one would be good enough for them. Everyone would take advantage of them, no one would care for them. No one would care for them as much as I could.”
And so they take that person. Personally, I love the idea of the higher power taking their poor beloved off the street in broad daylight, telling concerned passbyers that’s they spouse and they haven’t had their medication yet. But also, the amount of routes you could go if the higher power follows their beloved home and yanks them from there? Taking them from their room, the shower, the kitchen??? While other people are in the house?!?
Then the higher power takes their beloved home, reassuring them that everything’s going to be ok, I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t you worry my love, everything is ok. And the higher power takes them home to this giant mansion and is like, “this is our house. These servants are yours, if you need anything just ask them.” And their poor beloved is so confused. Crying and screaming and begging to be let go and “I’ll do anything, please let me go home!” And the higher power is saying “you want to see your room? You’re getting used to your new home already my love!”
And eventually when it’s dinner time, the higher power thinks their beloved needs a bit of help to calm down. They slip a little medicine in their drink, have to take a sip of it first to show it’s ok to drink after all, and they wait for their beloved to calm down. Except, they like their beloved being this calm. They’re not screaming and crying, only cuddling up and whimpering on how they want to go to sleep all the time. But that’s much better than sobs.
Because after all, can’t have their spouse scream when they have other important guests over, can they?
