Famous phrases and quotes converted?
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MissTaken
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A song???
From West Side Story?
"There's a place for us
I know a place for us
With whips and chains and tugged hair
Wait for us, somewhere!
There's a time for us
Someday a time for us
Take my collar and we're halfway there
Take my collar and I'll take you there
Somewhere!"
From West Side Story?
"There's a place for us
I know a place for us
With whips and chains and tugged hair
Wait for us, somewhere!
There's a time for us
Someday a time for us
Take my collar and we're halfway there
Take my collar and I'll take you there
Somewhere!"
D's mariposa
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with apologies to Stephen Crane
A man said to the Dominatrix,
"Ma'am, I exist!"
"However," replied the Dominatrix,
"the fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
A man said to the Dominatrix,
"Ma'am, I exist!"
"However," replied the Dominatrix,
"the fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
DVS
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Well, unless you have a strong need to submit to me, all I can give you is a smootchEbonyfire said:
, and a tip of the hat to a "fellow" dominant personality. Oh, but if you would consider submitting to me, I have several if not many things to "give" you.
Don't forget, I have a violet wand. You've never seen one in action, if I remember correctly. Surely you know there is one way to find out what it can do...
And, that's just for starters. I do have other treasures in mind for you. Does this graphic sequence bring anything to mind?
(.) --> (o) --> (o) --> (O) I do love a cartoon, when it tells a story. Don't you?
Ebonyfire
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DVS said:Well, unless you have a strong need to submit to me, all I can give you is a smootch
Oh, but if you would consider submitting to me, I have several if not many things to "give" you.
Don't forget, I have a violet wand. You've never seen one in action, if I remember correctly. Surely you know there is one way to find out what it can do...
And, that's just for starters. I do have other treasures in mind for you. Does this graphic sequence bring anything to mind?
(.) --> (o) --> (o) --> (O) I do love a cartoon, when it tells a story. Don't you?
No submitting for me. However, I do like your pic, I'll be sure to use it as a road map for my house boy jimmie.
As for the smooch, thankee, I enjoyed it and I love the hat tipping.
DVS
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Best I can do on short notice. I so love Dirty Harry!
Ah-ah, I know what you're thinking punk. You're thinking was that dial set on 5 or 6? And to tell you the truth I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a powerful anal TENS - one of the most painful methods of anal torture in the world and the next shock could blow your ass clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question--Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk!
I so love Dirty Harry!Ah-ah, I know what you're thinking punk. You're thinking was that dial set on 5 or 6? And to tell you the truth I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a powerful anal TENS - one of the most painful methods of anal torture in the world and the next shock could blow your ass clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question--Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk!
bunny bondage
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oh, DVS, you are TOO much!
i'd like to add some of my own, but i find myself so terribly outside of the cultural loop that all my quotes and references are just damn obscure.
i'd like to add some of my own, but i find myself so terribly outside of the cultural loop that all my quotes and references are just damn obscure.
DVS
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Thanks. I so love Harry! He's my hero!bunny bondage said:oh, DVS, you are TOO much!
bunny bondage said:
Ah, come on! You might be surprised at what you come up with. You and Etoile are such mambee pambees. Did I even spell that correctly? Well, you BOTH know what I mean.
You know, you might know some literary quotes that others on the forum might know and that would work out rather well. Me, I am more of a statesman/movies quoter.
Come on in, ladies! The water's fine.
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Croctden
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This is awful, I know, but I'm just warming up
If at first you don't suceed, spank, spank again.
It's not whether you win or lose, but how you dom the dame.
I've never let the pain get in the way of a good whipping.
There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a crop over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, subbies, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
If at first you don't suceed, spank, spank again.
It's not whether you win or lose, but how you dom the dame.
I've never let the pain get in the way of a good whipping.
There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a crop over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, subbies, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Croctden
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From the twisted mind of Croctden Dee
The Subbie
by Egad Hither More
Once upon a midnight of pornography, while I pondered, hot and horny,
Over many a quaint and curious thread of forgotten lore,
While I stroked, nearly cumming, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate amateur pic wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow--vainly I had tried to borrow
From my computer surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the missing whore--
For the rare and radiant slut whom the angels made my little whore--
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple scarf to restrain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic longings never felt before;
So that now, to still the throbbing of my member, I stood repeating
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my cock grew softer; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, and not hearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
but the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "My whore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "My whore!"
Merely this, and nothing more.
Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore--
'Tis the wind, and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately woman looking down as she always had before;
Not that least obeisance made she; not an instant stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of a lovely cunt, knelt pleasantly on the floor--
Knelt in submission on my rug, as she had before--
Knelt and trembled, and nothing more.
Then this ebony girl beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and fearful decorum of the countenance she wore,
"Though thy bush be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure my former maiden,
Lovely, trim and buxom slave I’d wondered if you’d forgotten your nightly chore--
Tell me what my lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
”Master,” quoth the subbie, "One more."
Much I marveled this fragile creature to hear discourse so plainly,
fore her answer great meaning-- wonderful memories bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing better than his slave kneeling on his chamber floor--
Sub or slave upon the Persian rug on his chamber floor,
Come to beg, "One more."
But the sub, kneeling lonely on the Persian rug, spoke only
That one phrase, as if her soul in that one line she did outpour,
nothing farther than she uttered--not a muscle then she fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other sluts have flown before--
On the morrow you will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Quoth the subbie, "I need one more."
Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what she utters is its only thought and desire,
Missing her former Master from whom unmerciful Disaster
Drove her madly--so, when Hope she would adjure,
Would return her to her place and pain endure--
That sad request, "One more!"
But the sub still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of her kneeling form on the floor;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this sub of my life before--
What this slim, shivering, pretty, delicious and submissive girl of before
Deserved receiving what she sought by asking "One more."
This I sat engaged in pondering, but no syllable expressing
To the sub whose teary eyes now pleaded into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
Her face pressed so many time before
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Bitch," I cried "thy fate hath lent thee--by these angels it hath sent thee
To show me whom I beat before!
To remind me of my lost whore!"
Quoth the subbie, "One more."
"Slave!" said I, "thy wish be granted!”
And for old worn belt my hand felt,
Trembling, yet all undaunted, on rug knelt my enchanted--
“In this place pet, my rule is law!
So leave now child, or I’ll beat you raw!”
Quoth the subbie, "One more."
"Crack!" by belt spoke of carnal pleasures old!
By that power that drives us—a red welt did appear--
A jump and gasp at the blow, lips parted “Oh!”
Shall beat this maiden whom the angels made my whore--
Whip this radiant crying maiden whom the angels made my whore.
Quoth the subbie, "More."
"Crack! Crack! Crack!" my wrist shrieked out--
"Take that yee foul betrayer!
Leave not your tears as a token of that thy skin hath broken!”
Let the lightning blows fall on the broken form on my chamber floor!
For the fires of Hades did doth fuel me to beat my whore!
Quoth the subbie, "No more! No more!"
And the subbie, never crying, still is kneeling, still is kneeling
On the ancient Persian run on my chamber floor;
And my eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er me streaming throws my shadow on the floor;
And my out from my soul comes welcome to return of my favorite whore
No slave many more!
The Subbie
by Egad Hither More
Once upon a midnight of pornography, while I pondered, hot and horny,
Over many a quaint and curious thread of forgotten lore,
While I stroked, nearly cumming, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate amateur pic wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow--vainly I had tried to borrow
From my computer surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the missing whore--
For the rare and radiant slut whom the angels made my little whore--
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple scarf to restrain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic longings never felt before;
So that now, to still the throbbing of my member, I stood repeating
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my cock grew softer; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, and not hearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
but the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "My whore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "My whore!"
Merely this, and nothing more.
Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore--
'Tis the wind, and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately woman looking down as she always had before;
Not that least obeisance made she; not an instant stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of a lovely cunt, knelt pleasantly on the floor--
Knelt in submission on my rug, as she had before--
Knelt and trembled, and nothing more.
Then this ebony girl beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and fearful decorum of the countenance she wore,
"Though thy bush be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure my former maiden,
Lovely, trim and buxom slave I’d wondered if you’d forgotten your nightly chore--
Tell me what my lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
”Master,” quoth the subbie, "One more."
Much I marveled this fragile creature to hear discourse so plainly,
fore her answer great meaning-- wonderful memories bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing better than his slave kneeling on his chamber floor--
Sub or slave upon the Persian rug on his chamber floor,
Come to beg, "One more."
But the sub, kneeling lonely on the Persian rug, spoke only
That one phrase, as if her soul in that one line she did outpour,
nothing farther than she uttered--not a muscle then she fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other sluts have flown before--
On the morrow you will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Quoth the subbie, "I need one more."
Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what she utters is its only thought and desire,
Missing her former Master from whom unmerciful Disaster
Drove her madly--so, when Hope she would adjure,
Would return her to her place and pain endure--
That sad request, "One more!"
But the sub still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of her kneeling form on the floor;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this sub of my life before--
What this slim, shivering, pretty, delicious and submissive girl of before
Deserved receiving what she sought by asking "One more."
This I sat engaged in pondering, but no syllable expressing
To the sub whose teary eyes now pleaded into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
Her face pressed so many time before
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Bitch," I cried "thy fate hath lent thee--by these angels it hath sent thee
To show me whom I beat before!
To remind me of my lost whore!"
Quoth the subbie, "One more."
"Slave!" said I, "thy wish be granted!”
And for old worn belt my hand felt,
Trembling, yet all undaunted, on rug knelt my enchanted--
“In this place pet, my rule is law!
So leave now child, or I’ll beat you raw!”
Quoth the subbie, "One more."
"Crack!" by belt spoke of carnal pleasures old!
By that power that drives us—a red welt did appear--
A jump and gasp at the blow, lips parted “Oh!”
Shall beat this maiden whom the angels made my whore--
Whip this radiant crying maiden whom the angels made my whore.
Quoth the subbie, "More."
"Crack! Crack! Crack!" my wrist shrieked out--
"Take that yee foul betrayer!
Leave not your tears as a token of that thy skin hath broken!”
Let the lightning blows fall on the broken form on my chamber floor!
For the fires of Hades did doth fuel me to beat my whore!
Quoth the subbie, "No more! No more!"
And the subbie, never crying, still is kneeling, still is kneeling
On the ancient Persian run on my chamber floor;
And my eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er me streaming throws my shadow on the floor;
And my out from my soul comes welcome to return of my favorite whore
No slave many more!
Ebonyfire
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DVS said:Best I can do on short notice.
Ah-ah, I know what you're thinking punk. You're thinking was that dial set on 5 or 6? And to tell you the truth I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a powerful anal TENS - one of the most painful methods of anal torture in the world and the next shock could blow your ass clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question--Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk!
I love it! Great job!
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