Legends of Dominance - 07
Legends of Dominance - 07 by Mistress Michelle Peters et al. and posted with permission (All information herein is provided by author) Legends of Dominance Article Index |
Lady Diana
Interview from DDI Magazine Unavailable
An Anniversary with Lady Dianna
- From Femme Fatale Magazine
- Vol. 3, No 4
center Lady Diana had informed me that we would celebrate our second anniversary with a day at the shore. The days seemed like years as I anxiously awaited for that glorious day. Since meeting Her I long for each minute that she graciously gives me. One simply has to cast his eyes upon her just once to realize what a striking beauty she is.
After what seemed like an eternity, that fateful day finally arrived. I picked her up, as instructed, at 6:00 A.M. Evan at that early hour she looked absolutely ravishing. There was little make up on and the clothes were simple, though form fitting, yet because of Her natural beauty she looked as if she just stepped out of the cover of a fashion magazine. I wanted to hug a caress Her, but I dared not for fear of starting the weekend off on the wrong foot. I took Her hand and gently kissed it as I bade Her good morning. After several trips to Her penthouse the car was finally packed and we were on our way. The hour trip was uneventful. On the way down we stopped for breakfast.The meal was not lavish but I was overjoyed at the fact that I was able to sit at the same table with Her. I felt even more proud as every eye in the place turned and focused on her. I thought for sure that this was going to be the weekend where I might be able to enjoy some privileges rarely offered to slaves. Little did I know that there wasn't anything further from the truth. Upon arriving at our destination I was instructed to register and then to unpack the car. It took several trips to bring in all of her luggage and the cooler, which contained beer and the finest of liquor. As we settled in the room I made the mistake of opening up a beer and starting to relax.
Lady Dianna was furious as She slapped me and knocked the drink out of my hand. She told me that the weekend was to be one of pleasure for Her and that if I were to enjoy any of it, it would be a pure accident.
With that She told me to strip and kneel. I obeyed and I was then instructed to kiss Her feet as a gesture of my appreciation for the attention that She was to bestow on me. It was only after I serviced her beautiful sandal clad feet that I noticed that one of the suitcases was open on the bed.
That suitcase held more equipment than some of the best filled dungeons. Lady Dianna then pulled out a dildoe which she lubicated and promptly stuck up my ass. The pain was excruciating as strapped that horrible feeling object in place. She then proceeded to clip on two of Her heavier nipple clamps. I wanted to scream out as the pain shot through my chest, even before the pain in my backside started to subside. She then gave me a frilly pair of women's underwear to put on under my gym shorts, and after handing me a T shirt she informed me that we were ready for a long walk on the beach, As we were getting ready to leave She quickly downed a beer and then took a second one along, to sip on as we walked. Our walk was a long one and the dildo and nipple clamps were starting to take their toll on me. Yet I could not be conspicuous because Lady Dianna managed to squeeze into the skimpiest of bathing suits. It was a thing of beauty that did nothing but accentuate all of Her curves. It was a suit and a body that would have turned heads on the French Riviera. But on the Jersey shore all eyes focused on Her as I walked alongside of her trying to forget the agony that I was in. I was starting to sweat profusely and the sun had not yet climbed halfway along its path as it sought out its peak.
After what seemed like miles that took hours to traverse Lady Dianna had finished Her second beer and a third that had previously gone unnoticed, and decided that it was time for us to return to the room and to start celebrating our second anniversary. Upon returning to the room She ripped the nipple clamps off my chest. She then ordered me to strip, to remove the butt plug and then to wash it and sterilize it. Having done so I was ordered to kneel at Her feet as She placed a black leather hood over my face. She pulled the leather strings on as tight as She could and then snapped a blindfold in place. This was followed by a tight mouth filling gag. In an instant I felt totally helpless not being able to see what was going on or being able to protest. I was then ordered to find my way to the bed and then to lie down on my stomach. I wasn't sure what to expect but I knew better then to disobey. In an instant Lady Dianna had me spreadeagled. She secured my wrists firmly, to the top of the bed and my ankles to the bottom. I believe that She took pleasure in making all four bonds especially tight.
I layed there totally helpless. Discomfort started to set in immediately and the total darkness just accentuated that helplessness that I experienced. I wanted to see Her, to talk to Her, to tell Her how much I cared for Her and how I'd crawel to the ends of the earth to satisfy Her but all I could do was be there in discomfort and total darkness as I reminded myself how much in control She was and how She could make me do anything that She wanted me to without my volunteering.
Suddenly I could hear something whistling through the air and smacking across my naked ass. It bit savagely into the tender flesh with a loud smack. My body tried to jerk forward and in an instant I could feel a red welt erupting on my skin as She said happy anniversary. I desperately tried to move and to talk to Her, but the bonds were doing their job and the thick gag that completely filled my mouth did an effective job of muffling my protests, as only a hoarse gurgling noise escaped the leather hood.
At that moment I realized that Lady Dianna had picked out one of the most vicious implements out of Her collection. It was a cane. I knew that there would be more and I tried to brace myself, but to no avail. At the moment when I least expected it I saw stars. This time the white hot agony which seared through me made me scream hoarsely and in vain. I again tried to struggle but to no avail. She started to bring the cane down repeatedly crisscrossing the original marks with second and third welts. My ass burned in a scalding mass of red welts as she flayed my naked behind. When she finally stopped She announced that She had drawn blood in two different places. Once for each year that we were celebrating. I layed there not being able to move, my face was contorted in agony. The pain had now became part of me as every nerve ending on my buttocks was scorching. I felt my eyes bulge as white hot pain ripped through my lower body. I saw spots before my eyes as the darkness whirled around me. As I lay there the pain was intense but I realized that I was slowly beginning to feel a stirring in my loins as a wonderful sensation was starting to overwhelm me. As I became enveloped in a sea of pain and pleasure I failed to notice that all my restraints were loosened. It wasn't until She removed the blindfold and gag that I realized that I could move. I thought that my ordeal was over, but nothing was further from the truth.
She told me to make my way into the bathroom. There I found a hard wooded chair facing the tub an I was ordered to sit on it. As my behind made contact with the seat a sudden pain shot through me and reminded me of the ordeal I just went through. Lady Dianna then proceeded to clamp on Her heaviest nipple clamps on my tender flesh. I held my breath as the sharp pain shot through my chest. She then quickly spread my legs and secured my ankles to the legs of the chair She then ran straps across my shins, my thighs and across my stomach She then drew my arms back and cuffed my hands behind my back. The additional pressure on my chest caused me to groan but it was nothing compared to the sharp pain that I felt as She drew my elbows back as tight as she could further torturing my nipples.
She then loosened the bottom laces on the soft leather mask and brought out something She had been saving for this occasion. It was a hard rubber ball with a clear tube sticking out of it. I opened my mouth wider then I'd ever thought possible as the large ball was unmercifully shoved into my mouth and tightly secured in place. The hood was then lowered back into position and replaced tighter that it had been before. This pushed the ball gag further into my mouth making me feel as if my jaws were going to split.
She then ran a clear plastic tube from the ball gag to a gallon plastic milk bottle that had a tube secured to its cap. This enabled Her to run the tube from the gag to the bottle. As She inverted the bottle I noticed that the bottom had been cut out. She then then ran a thin string from the inverted bottle over the shower curtain rod and then secured the string to my nipple clamps. Thus the bottle was suspended in mid air while secured to my nipples with a tube running from the bottle to my mouth. It suddenly dawned on me why she had earlier consumed the unusual amount of beer.
Lady Dianna then took an empty pitcher and emptied herself, filling the pitcher more then half full. She then took the pitcher of hot wine and emptied it into the gallon jug.
Hot pain seared through my breast from the additional weight of the urine. I gave a muffled cry writhing and struggling from the pain and before I knew it the piss had entered my mouth. I gagged a little as it hit the back of my throat. I placed my tongue against the inside of the gag to stem the flow. The clamps were serving their purpose. The pain in my chest mounted and mounted. The agony was indescribable. I tried to scream but I only succeeded in letting more piss in my mouth. I then realized that I had only two choices I could drink Her warm nectar or I could let my nipples be torn off my body.
I gagged some more as I decided to drink.
Lady Dianna then replaced the blindfold. I was completely immobilized as hot white pain continued to rip through my nipples. As I became lost in the darkness Her power seemed to overwhelm me. I felt weak and helpless. I was no longer an individual being. I was a slave, a sex object, a receptacle for Her bodily wastes. I felt denigrated, humiliated and emasculated. I broke out in a cold sweat as I heard Her empty Her bladder into the pitcher again and in a moment when She transferred the contents into the milk container I wanted to cry out from the additional pain.
Lady Dianna then informed me that She was going out for a ride and wasn't sure when she'd be back. I heard the door slam and I was suddenly alone in total darkness. My jaws felt as if they were on the verge of snapping as the piss continued to flow down my throat. I heard nothing, I could not see or do anything and I had to remain there drinking the urine until she decided to return. I lost all tract of time as the piss continued to burn my mouth, and my throat. It didn't feel comfortable in my stomach either but by then I knew that I'd be able to keep it down. For what seemed like an eternity the warm fluid splattered against the back of my mouth and I couldn't do anything but swallow. It was my only chance for relieving some of the pain on my nipples.
I continued to sip the warm piss and wound up consuming more than I thought was humanly possible. I lost complete track of time as I finally consumed the contents of the bottle. By that time my nipples were so sore that even as I emptied the container I did very little to relieve the pain in my chest. At the same time I began to realize that my jaws were aching and my shoulders were aching to the point that any motion only increased the pain. So there I sat, completely helpless and my entire body wracked in pain. The total darkness made every second seem like minutes. I had no choice I had to sit there and endure the suffering until she decided to return. When She finally returned I was on the verge of tears and would have gladly pledged anything and everything just to be given some relief. But I also knew that I was in no position to offer a deal as She could have anything She wanted anyway. By this time all sensation had left my hands. I could feel the stress on my shoulders, and at the moment that I'd thought I wouldn't be able to stand another second She released me. The relief was very much welcomed but it was only temporary as She led me out of the bathroom.
I was ordered to lean over the bed and then I felt a lubricated dildo pressed against my tightly clenched sphincter muscles. Relentlessly She continued to press on it. A fireball of agony ripped through my asshole as She gave the dildo a hard push and my sphincter began to yield. After strapping the object into place I was forced to sit at the head of the bed with my back to the headboard. She quickly secured my outstretched hands and ran ropes across my chest and stomach when she spread my legs and secured them to the bottom of the bed I was completely mobilized from my waist to my toes with the dildo further embedded in my rectum.
The blindfold was left in place so that I would not see as She readied herself for dinner. The ball gag was repleaced with a less painful but still restricting mouth gag that came with the mask.
My nipples were still smarting from the vicious torture to which they had been earlier subjected, when She began to viciously twist and squeeze them. My head shot back as I screamed in agony. I could hear Her laugh as She said that She was leaving and informed me that I'd be lucky if She returned before dawn.
Unbeknownst to me, She had a dinner date and would be gone for the rest of the evening and into the early hours of the night. That evening passed in a long ache and as midnight approached it turned into a severe pain that could be rendered only by cramping muscles. Relief only came as I could briefly doze off, and that time it was difficult to tell where the pain was coming from as the butt plug, the gag and the tight restraints all worked in unison to send a fireball of agony from my toes, through my body and out my head.
When She finally returned She removed the gag but left the hood and blindfolf in place. She then removed all the ropes and then just a quickly She cuffed my hands behind my back, and still there was no relief from the dildo that was tearing my asshole apart. She asked if I was hungry and I told Her yes. With that She made me kneel on the floor and told me that there was a doggie bag in front of me and that I was welcome to the remains of the meal that She had earlier shared with Her date.
As I struggled in the darkness with my hands bound behind me, to find the plate with the cold food She prepared herself for a good nights rest.
When She was finally ready She announced that dinner time was over. I struggled to my feet and climbed into bed, my ankles were then bound together with a length of rope. Lady Dianna then bade me good night as she slipped under the covers along side of me. She also informed me that if I moved a muscle or if I disturbed Her sleep in anyway there would be hell to pay.
With morning came the pain of loosening cramped muscles. My hands and feet were finally free but there was no escaping the darkness that was brought on by the hood and blindfold. A fireball of agony still ripped through my buttocks and asshole. My body was still convulsing and squirming in pain, yet there still was no way of dislodging that foreign object that was securely strapped in me.
I felt Her hands on my head as She forced me towards the bottom of the bed, and the next thing that I knew my face was smothered between the pillowy globes of smooth, white flesh of Her ass. I heard Her sigh as my mouth moved into the crack of Her ass and glided along the crevice until I encountered Her asshole. I lapped the tangy wrinkled opening feeling the heat it generated and tasting the pungent hole. I pressed my lips and ran my tongue around the perimeter of her sphincter. When the muscle was coated with saliva I made a stiff point with my tongue and pressed it if, into the center of Her anus. At first the muscle held, but then my tongue sank into her warm moist hole. I pressed my lips firmly against Her ass until I had as much of my tongue inside of Her as possible. For What seemed like an hour I swirled it around and pressed it hard against the interior walls of Her anus until She was overcome by a tremendous orgasm. I was then instructed to pull my tongue out of Her asshole and to work my way to the front.
The nipple clamps had been put back on and She twisted and squeezed the clamps directing my mouth and tongue with the pain. I again lowered my head to Her crotch. Her musky perfume intoxicated me as I pressed my mouth against her lips.
I licked, lapped and swallowed, I then licked some more as my tongue ran over Hervagina. I tried not to annoy Her as I interrupted my licking to steal a quick breath through the small hole in my hood. This only caused Her to push Her pussy deeper and deeper in my mouth. I could hardly breathe but my tongue managed to continue the massage. On occasion Her fingers would find my nipples and in response to the pain I doubled my efforts sticking my tongue in deeper and deeper.
The more I licked the more profusely did Her secretions flow. The taste of Her permeated my mouth and nostrils. My tongue then ranged over Her clit. My tongue continued to tease, tickle and massage Her throbbing button.
Her loud cries and heaving announced Her orgasm. Her body seemed to go rigid as powerful thighs squeezed my head. More tightly then ever my face was pressed in Her crotch, my mouth and nostrils were sealed with Her jusices. I held my breath as my pulse pounded in my skull. Finally She released me as She slumped back in satisfaction.
The hood still covered my head with only the small holes for my mouth and e-yes giving me a small sense of freedom. My task was to clean up the room and pack the luggage as She made herself tea while readying herself. An hour later the room was clean, I was proud of my effort but She scarcely seemed to notice. She took the hood off kissed me on my forehead and said that she couldn't wait until the next anniversary when She was going to stop fooling around and become a little more severe. If you wish to write Lady Dianna send to;
- LADY DIANNA
- MAPLESHADE
- NEW JERSEY
--Compiled by Mistress Michelle
Lady Laura
- Remembering Lady Laura
- Agony and Ecstasy at Lady Laura's Domination
- By Colton Gunn
The view from the front side-walk is of a sizable four-bed-room California stucco house on a middle class Hollywood side street. The color is a bluish grey. the landscaping shows tender, loving care from a Japanese gardener with a manicuring tend- ency he can't control. Past the front door finds you in a vestibule of color contrasts. Black and white floor covering, matching walls. Tea bar, black leather with matching stools is on the immediate right, and straight ahead, through another door is a large, oval glass table with a scarlet woman's shoe, glazed, as a centerpiece and possible ashtray. This might once have been a dining room. Now it is an informal gathering area for clients to register for a session at hand. The girls, all young and very attractive and congenial, congregate here, as well as in a cherry kitchen or the sumptuous living room adjacent. The phones on the antique desk in this staging area seem constantly busy on this late Thursday afternoon. Business is cracking. This is Lady Laura's Dominion, over which she has full control. As she sizes you up she exhibits a reserve that dissipates only when she has reached a judgment favorable. Then the side of her that is the gracious hostess surfaces. The side that shows her liking for people, the concern for the human condition.
Over coffee she says that she has been at this location some six years, living in peaceful coexistence with neighbors whose idea of a session is three hour in a bingo parlor on Sunset Boulevard, several blocks south. Her only vexation at present is that the rug man has yet to arrive to replace the smoke-blue living-room carpeting, even though replacement isn't strictly needed. Most people are watching the S/M movies on the large console Television anyway. But Lady Laura is a perfectionist. Big-boned'and blonde with piercing brown eyes, she has a way of getting to the heart of a matter early on. "This address is far more than a pleasure house where esoteric, shall I say specialized needs are satisfied," she is saying. "The reality is. my Dominion is also a clinic dispensing to the special needs of our clients!" It's a valid way of looking at things. Try checking into St. Vincent's Hospital to request a spanking session and you'd end up in Unit 3 Psychiatric Ward while they determined how dangerous you were. "Over the past several years there has been a marked increase of clients who have been referred to us by psychiatrists. We have become a part of their treatment program for those with tendencies we alleviate. "Sessions range from a half hour, an hour, to sometimes as long as nine hours," she says. There are fifteen girls on the staff, and each one knows which is the handle end of a quirt or an English riding crop. Each knows the virtually clinical expertise in creating the perfect array of knots where bondage is concerned. The equipment they use reflects the latest stage of the art. "I have always had a love for. and a fascination with human nature," Lady Laura will admit.
"There is a lot of satisfaction in knowing that what we do here is an all-important outlet, a release for needs to be dominated over, or to dominate over another in a professional environment. "If there were no places like here available, what would these people do? Where would they go?" The Lady has a point. You can't very well say to the average gentlemen or lady, "suppose I pick you up at 8 p.m., bring you over to my place and whip the shit out of you - and then we'll take in dinner and a movie." Places like Lady Laura's Dominion solve such needs succinctly. Cost of such services? Within reach of anybody save those wretched enough to get off by kicking the family dog. "Quite a few of our clients, perhaps the highest percentage are professional men. Men in positions of authority who find great therapy in relinquishing the role, becoming submissive if only for an hour. The relief and change of role value to those is astonishing to those who have no understanding of how important this can be." she points out. The encounters are both sexual and psychological. Perhaps psycho-sexual is the word. They are sexual on a mental rather than a physical plane. Certainly the girls are sex-objects in that they are exceedingly attractive, appealingly young, and highly congenial, companionable and caring. They are in a sense, fantasies come true, if only on rented time. Bree is a typical example. That is a switch, which satisfies two major needs within her own psychological make-up. Bree has light brown curly hair, a warm and inviting smile, and an excellent body thinly veiled but enough so to maintain the mystery of her obvious sexuality. Like her female colleagues, she could be taken anywhere, with no apologies to anybody. When she is at the Dominion, where she likes to go best is into one of the four, fully equipped rooms with a client, there to administer to immediate needs that the client has expressed. Her calling to the service of sadists, masochists, bondage and others of special needs occurred when she was in her teens, a few years back.. "I met some people into this, which was the first time I even knew that such human needs existed. It piqued my curiosity. Finally, curiosity getting the better of me, I submitted to bondage. The sensation, the mental and physical high I experienced left me shaken and hooked.
The psychological impact amazed me. So I began experiencing, learning more and more." A lot of what she learned was about herself as well as about others with similar interests. "I discovered that I got extreme satisfaction as both a submissive and a dominant. Then I came down here to Los Angeles and found that I was anything but alone. This activity actually flourished. I no longer felt I was different, or kinky!" A former print shop employee, Bree found her niche. Lady Laura has her own opinion of this "flourishing." "Our entire society has been undergoing sexual adulthood since the sixties. More and more people are accepting themselves for the way they are, and are refusing to remain in closets living a dark sided existence. They are coming into the open where they rightfully belong-with no apologies to anybody!" "S and M is something you can take or leave alone. It is a private decision based on private inclination. But those having no interest in it exhibit nothing except ignorance when they knock the existence of this need in others." She states. The anatomy of the bondage or spanking devotee is complicated, Lady Laura says. "About the only common pattern is that in childhood something traumatic occurred, or abusive behavior was inflicted on the child," she has observed. "There is commonly a lack of love shown them as children." Each female staff member, (the Dominion is all female owned and operated) and this includes a female professional lady wrestler, is fully trained in the ministration of whatever needs are exhibited by the clientele within the law. Each female has experienced both domination and submission as part of their preparation, all under the supervision of Lady Laura. The female staffers include, besides Lady Bree, the following: Dawn, dominant; Rachel, switch; Erika, switch; Tantala, dominant; Shawna, switch; Holly, dominant; Racquel. dominant; Crystal, dominant: Margo, dominant; Bunny, submissive, and Jacqueline, a switch.
The rooms in which the sessions take place are: Purgatory. Royale Suite, and the DeSade Room at present, with a fourth room being readied for action in the immediate future.
These rooms, all mirrored, contain bondage tables, spanking 'horses and posts, suspension rings and bars, whipping posts, pillories, and the use of cages and cells. The interior colors vary from blood red to dove grey and black. They are sound- proof and have a womb-like privacy. They are the scenes of both heavy and light sessions, depending upon individual preferences and needs. Unlike some other local establishments catering to the same human needs, the staff members at Lady Laura's Dominion do not necessarily live their roles while off duty. While a few do, the others have private lives not necessarily duplicating the role of dominant or submissive. Nevertheless, when on duty and available, each of them throws herself with eager willingness and total commitment to her function with a client. Bree feels she has a natural tendency for masochism. Others might naturally be a dominant personality. Every one of them has thoroughly been Involved in both the dominant and submissive role, that they can fully understand where the psychological aspects of the clients are, and better know how far they can go, and what is too far to go. Lady Laura stresses. While a beach ball sun hovers like a target on the cross hairs of a gun sight on the Hollywood skyline, then drops from view, the pulse at Lady Laura's quickens as the human drama intensifies. The population of cars headed toward Laura's Dominion increases, with a limo or two interspersed amongst the Japanese imports and the new Detroit creations. It is the coming of nighttime, and with it the coming, of those needing what the Domain so capably offers. Regardless of the status of the clients, the opulence of their transportation, they get a used-car price at this sensual oasis of surcease from the drives that bring them here. It is no place for the drinkers, the snorters, the shooters or smokers. This is a haven strictly for the S/M's the spankers and the spankees. The only tracks you'll find cross Santa Monica Boulevard down near Curson Avenue. That train seldom runs anymore. An intensity interspersed by laughter and a close camaraderie seems to pervade the living room and around that glass-skippered table near the old fashioned desk with the twin phones ringing. Holly, with her slim, imperious beauty, her dark, glossy hair goes to Purgatory with a man who has sought her out. He wears Nettleton shoes. The shirt is of raw silk. He is no more out of place than the Preppie next to him.
In the Royale suite there is a middle-aged man with the observant eyes of an attorney, ESQ on the license plates of his BMW parked a half block south. Here they bring into play their other side, a side needing to present itself now that daily duties in whatever profession, business or career have ended. Now is when the utter professionalism of the girls, with their movie star physical appeal and their under- standing mind-set operates in this sub-rosa world of human psycho-sexuality. The electricity in the atmosphere crackles in its own way as much as a quirt against buttocks, and is as intense as knotted bonds rendering the body helpless and motionless on a leather upholstered table where mirrored reflections of the bound client match as mute witnesses to the private drama. They are the only witnesses to what transpires between this client and this dominant or submissive.
In the DeSade room a lovely submissive, gagged and helpless is the focus for the intent man hovering over her. giving release to murky needs that his wife in another part of the city has absolutely no knowledge of whatever. This secrecy in which a part of his personality dwells, is a closet whose door will sometime open, that he no longer feels a need to keep this part of his inner urges a guarded secret from all except himself and this lithesome, understanding girl. In an increasingly competitive atmosphere as more and more bondage and S/M tendencies individuals emerge from their hidden existence, Lady Laura's Dominion seems to thrive with a proven formula. Why? Because within this dominion there dwells top-quality personnel creating an atmosphere of a home away from home. The girls met are outgoing and handsome, seemingly caught up by the roles they play as much as the clients are by the roles they live. There is nothing sleazy, nothing second-rate. A client doesn't have to wonder if his wallet will be lifted if he puts on a blindfold. Privacy and protection is what the place is all about. And the pleasure resulting from the sessions. Other than a problem in explaining what all these gorgeous young women in near-to-nothing costumes are up to. it is a place where you could bring dear old Mom and Dad, parking them out of range of the television set in the living room while you disappear for a worthwhile hour or so. One could truly expect more bawdiness in a convent for girls than appears in Lady Laura's parlor. For more! Yet, "knowing the ropes" here has a meaningful significance that easily escapes the unenlightened eye. "Our clients portray the truism that human sexuality is not separate from the psychological aspects of the mind," Lady Laura says. Psycho-sexuality is a complicated, at times delicate affair, and hardly a mere matter of boy meets girl, boy has girl, boy goes looking for new girl. That's as over-simplified as the Dick & Jane primer books. "In this business, in a sense that is what it is for it takes business acumen in order to maintain ability to continue to serve, in this business as in no other, every day brings new proof of the complicated array of experiences past and present, that go into the making of a person's personality, their desires and their patterns of behavior in satisfying those desires.
"The average client is a highly educated, highly sensitive human being. Our role is to provide fulfilling experiences for such persons. It is, in the minds of every person here. a cause every bit as worthwhile as any other I know. "Like a half acre of fantasy land. Here is where a person can take their fantasies or their needs and play them out in a conducive setting free of any moral judgement whatever," Lady Laura says. As for the girls, about a half dozen or more who are on duty at any given time, with the others on-call, they regard themselves as" participatory therapists. This reflects no need for a title, it describes some of the things they do in their willing, caring way. The major reward comes in the demeanor of satisfied clients, which is the rule. hardly the exception. It explains the high volume of repeat clients. It explains why this is the site frequently suggested by licensed psychiatrists and doctors for certain of their patients.Perhaps it explains why Bree will never again galley tray a column of hot slugs in a Washington State print shop. Night has cloaked Hollywood which fights back with neon swords while people populate the crowded sidewalks, passing dumbly like humanity itself. Palms sway in an autumn breeze like sentinels to the human condition.At Lady Laura's Domain, blocks away and a world away in attitude, like an oasis of exciting satisfaction and fulfillment, men and some women find what they have been looking for. sometimes without even knowing that they've been looking.They meet others on the same search, realizing that nobody is truly alone. Some of them find a new facet of themselves...
(Lady Laura's Dominion can be located through the Los Angeles Free Press Classified Pages
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