Legends of Dominance - 14
Legends of Dominance - 14 by Mistress Michelle Peters et al. and posted with permission (All information herein is provided by author) Legends of Dominance Article Index |
Miss Vickie Lou
- The Bitch Goddess Magazine was published by Jennifer Jordan Associates Ltd., P.O. Box 3896, Hollywood, Ca. 90028
Male slaves are IN DEMAND Dominating women from all parts of the world need, want, require docile males NOW! These Bitch Goddesses stand ready to provide pain and humiliation to needy males wherever they are, and in order to make it easy for them to be found, pages and pages of ads follow that will enable you to select exactly the kind of Mistress you need. Some of the women advertising in the pages of The BITCH GODDESSES are severe in the extreme, offering the most degrading kinds of humiliation to the males they deign to accept into their service, while others are not so severe. All of the women whose ads appear in this magazine have one thing in common, though, and that is that they require the absolute obedience of any male they deal with. And once you have been accepted into a dominatrix's service, it is too late to back out! From then on she will rule you, she will be your absolute master in everything! Your ego will become subject to hers, you will no longer control your body, your destiny. She will take charge, and never, ever relinquish that control over you. So, if you have the desire to give yourself up entirely to a dominating woman, find the ad that most appeals to you, write a humble, sincere letter (and remember that you MUST do so according to her most exact instructions) and await, cowering, her reply. You may be the most fortunate of men, if the dominating woman you need so desperately condescend to accept you into her service. Write TODAY . . . if you have the courage.
On the front cover of that issue was Miss Vickie Lou ( color photo )
- Miss Vickie Trivia
Miss Vickie always wore these silk black corsets and basically ran then same photo and same wording in all her adds. I started as professional in 1975 and used to talk to Miss Vickie on the phone for advice. It was her who prompted me to build a private dungeon in my house , up to that time very few Mistress's would see there slaves in there own home. I was credited to be the first advertising Mistress in the US to have a private dungeon. Miss Vickie's husbands name was LOU,, who died of a heart attack a few years ago. Mistress Vicki divorced LOU , around 1980??? Lou married Mistress Tracy. Let's never forget Miss Vickie Lou! Miss Vickie who brought many new inventive ideas to the world of B&D. Vicki and her husband Lou Vaneri were two very nice people. I never talked to Lou who passed away in the early 90"s but talked to Miss Vicki on several occasions. She was open and a caring person , she influenced me in B&D in many ways and she had a good heart. I started seeing her adds in the early 70's and her earlier adds were short in length and she used various photos. By 1976 , she had a longer add and used one trademark photo of her standing , looking very stern and domineering. Mistress Michelle
- A Session with Miss Vickie Lou
One of my sessions could conceivably begin on a sofa , a romantic mood , my slave and I sipping wine. I casually make advances , occasioned by the delicate sound of my hosiery rubbing together when I cross and uncross my legs. Eventually there is an embrace and passionate kiss. By the hand I lead my slave to my boudoir and then gently help him off with his clothes. I give no indication that I am especially cruel or vicious. But once he is totally nude , I deftly manage to get him into handcuffs. As he ponders his situation I go to the closet and retrieve various articles. All the while I speak softly. Yet in my voice is the faint tone of a bitch. When he questions my actions , I answer with a quick smack in the face. Then I apply a cock ring to his member which is painfully tight. Taking him by the hair , I position him kneeling at the foot of the bed. Sitting on the edge, I seductively raise my leg and enjoy teasing and making him squirm. I then put my foot along the side of his head. Using his head as a stop I slip off my high heeled pump revealing my nylon clad foot which is insistently pushing his face. I do the same with the other foot and then I cross my legs so that my foot is dangling up and down beneath his organs.
I sadistically amuse myself by seeing how much fluid I can drain from his gland without letting him come. He begs to be let go in a delirium as his desire heightens with his churning seed. I ask in a sarcastic yet appealing manner, " You want to make love to me don't you?" He replies, "YES." Then I wickedly say, "He is beyond himself as I begin to put on a pair of high heeled boots. They are of black calf leather with spiked heels. They are an exquisite fit as they hug my legs , but they are armed with menacing spurs with sharp points.
From a velvet box, I produce 2 rings which are attached to garters.
He cries in pain as I mercilessly drive the rings into his virgin lobes. But, before he can manage a complaint , I have passed my spiked boots through the garters and already his neck and head is caught in vice between my powerful legs. Slowly , but surely , I gather him up in my legs bringing him closer and closer to that most precious spot.
I finally have him caught in my thighs and begin to crush his head which is only inches away from my clit. Suddenly , I spread my legs wide open and the garters drive his face deep into my muff. I command "Please me!" , as my sharp spurs begin to rake his back leaving a trail of little wounds after them. My heels , as well , dig into his flesh as he tries desperately to please me. When my mound has filled with pleasure I suddenly break away and he falls breathlessly to the floor. I quickly apply a delay cream to his member and then insert it into my womanhood. I command him to make love to me and he pushes on desperately trying to please me. As I begin to writhe he feels my riding crop come down on his ass and my heels and spurs likewise dig into his flesh. When my passion subsides I coldly push him away although he does his upmost to relieve the aching in his groin.
He begs me for release but I only coldly push him to the floor with my booted foot. Walking over to him I peer into his eyes from above. I place a cruel foot on his throat in victory. Applying just a little pressure I smile as he gasps for air. I then walk out of the room being careful to make sure that one step falls on his cock. I grind it into his belly as if it were a cigarette in final demonstration of my dominion over him. END
Miss Tracey
After Lou's divorce from Miss Vickie, he married Miss Tracey. I have seen it spelled Tracie, Tracy, and Tracey. Lou's first wife , Miss Vickie had much more class and I do believe that's why Miss Tracey didn't last.
Mistress ( Doña ) Jan Weber
- Wearing My Collar
- by Mistress ( Doña ) Jan Weber
- Corporal Newspaper - Vol. 9, No. 6, June 1986
- by Jan Weber
My dogs, goats, and slaves all wear collars. The only difference is that a slave wears a temporary collar until he had successfully completed a three-month training (trial) period. If accepted at the end of three months, his temporary collar is replaced with one that is permanently welded in place around his neck. This is a working farm! I need another live-in slave to be here twenty-four hours a day, one who will do what I say, when I say it. This male would have to be more interested in pleasing me than in his own gratification and pleasure. —
My fantasies come true and so can a slave's. Most readers and applicants (who respond to my ad) seem to back down/change their minds when their fantasy is about to come true (being here under my control.) If your fantasy is to become someone's personal property and you feel that your life will only be complete by serving a dominant who believes in and lives a life of female supremacy all the time, you need to write me. I do not capitalize submissives' names and they don't capitalize their name nor the personal pronoun "i."
A slave needs to earn his permanent collar. The three-month trial period consists of re-schooling, hard physical work, and some more relaxing activities. At the end of the three months, the applicant and I will know if he has what it takes to be accepted by me, thus if he chooses to stay, he earns his permanent collar.
When a slave earns his permanent collar, he must perform a test of obedience to prove his loyalty to me. The following article is my fantasy about the end of an applicant's three-month trial period. Yes, dominants have fantasies too and mine come true. Slave number one was in the kitchen washing dishes and slave two was with me in the garden pulling weeds and picking vegetables. I said to two, "Your three-month trial period is up and it's time for your test of obedience and loyalty to me if you wish to remain here as my permanent live-in slave. Do you wish to take the test or do you want to leave?"
He looked at me with a horrified expression on his face and said, "Yes, Mistress, i do wish to stay, but Dona what will my test of obedience and loyalty be?"
"I have been thinking for several days now and your test will be walking on fire for me."
"Dona, no not that, oh please, not that!"
he almost whispered. "Please, i'll do anything to prove my obedience and loyalty, but i can't serve you if my feet are burned and i can't walk on them!"
"Shut up slave! No one wants to know what you think! Two hours in the cell for you." Slave number two needed some behavior modification time. I gave him a good kick in the ass and headed him toward the house. "In you go, get into that cell."
Once he was inside, I said, "Strip everything off except your temporary collar and your wrist shackles, of course, you can't take them off anyway!"
As I passed by the kitchen area, I said to slave number one, "I'm going riding, slave two is in the cell, just ignore him if he tries to attract your attention."
"Yes, Dona," he replied.
I walked up the hill with the horse halter and caught Joe, my horse. I groomed him put the bridle and saddle on and went riding. By the time I returned, I was hot and irritable. A horsefly had aggravated Joe the whole time I was riding! I walked down toward and house and by the time I reached it. I was even hotter. I stomped into the house and said, "Slave, come pull these hot boots off! What have you been doing?"
"Dona, i broke a plate and i have been trying to glue it back together," slave number one meekly replied. "You know the plate could have waited,"
I snapped. "You were told to clean the kitchen, not to piece a jigsaw together. It could have waited." "Yes, Dona, but..." he pleaded.
"How about u' get these boots off'
"Yes, Dona." Number one fell to his knees and gently removed my riding boots and socks. Then he tenderly kissed my now bare feet.
"Get up and come with me to get number two out of the cell," I snarled.
When I walked into the bondage room and over to the cell, I asked number two, "Have you cleared up your thinking?"
He looked at me with those "submissive eyes" and said, "Yes, Dona."
"That's good, because you know that you will always do as I tell you to, if you want to remain here with me!"
"Yes, Dona, i know i will!"
"Number one, put the leg shackles on number two before I open the cell door."
Number two stood still while number one secured the leg shackles. Then number one said, "The shackles are in place, Dona."
I gave them a good test just to be sure they were securely locked. As soon as I opened the cell door, number two feel to his knees to kiss my feet. He would already have been on his knees, but the cell really is too small.
Number two kissed my feet and softly said, "Thank you, Dona for taking the time to modify my thinking." "Yes, slave, I hope you have learned because I will expect a lot from you after you complete your test and you have accepted your permanent collar."
! "Yes, Dona, i will prove my worthiness daily," number two whispered.
"Number one, I will shackle number two to the tree so he can watch you build the fire and watch the wood burn down to a good bed of coals for his fire walk." Number two didn't seem to move fast enough, so I almost shouted, "Get out of the house and. over to that ;>ak tree with the chain on it."
On the way past the equipment storage board, I grabbed one of the BIG padlocks.
"Dona, i will sit and watch. You don't need to lock me to the tree," number two pleaded.
"You will be shackled. It'll take over an hour for the wood to burn down to a nice bed of red-hot coals. I want a good bed of coals for your fire walk so you can demonstrate your obedience and loyalty. Number one, add some more wood. I want it at least two feet longer, so number two will have to walk, not just jump, over the coals."
Number one made the fire path about ten feet long and about three feet wide. "Go ahead and light it, number one."
Number two's eyes almost fell out of his head as he watched the flames grow from a small flicker to tall dancing ones. The sound of the fire grew louder and louder.
"You really are going to make me do this - Dona," stammered number two.
"Of course, what a ridiculous question. Do you think number one and I would waste time building this fire for you just to look at it? I always do what I say I'll do, but I won't make you do this against your will! You'll either want to do it or you'll choose to leave -the choice is yours! You'll live through it, and afterwards, you'll thank me for letting you prove your obedience and loyalty."
Number two with a lowered head softly said, "Yes, Dona, i know i will, i have to."
"Then shut up, wait for the coals to be ready. If you don't, I'll have to gag you."
After about two hours, the wood was burned down to a nice red-hot bed of coals.
"We're ready now," I said. I walked to the tree and took out my keys, unlocking number two and I took him to the beginning of the bed of coals. "Walk slave, prove your obedience and loyalty."
"Yes, Dona, i'll be worthy!" Number two took a step, then another, then he did a little dance through the last few feet of the coals!
"You made it! Was that so bad?" I asked.
"No, Dona, i concentrated on how happy I've been and how happy i will be, serving you in addition to helping number one. i hardly felt a thing, i know that i can trust you with my life." As number two was speaking, he fell to his knees and kissed my feet. "i am yours forever."
"Yes, you will be. Go to the garage and number one will weld your new permanent collar on your neck." "Thank you again. Am i really yours?"
"Yes," I replied, "now get to the garage, number one will be there as soon as he puts the coals out. We don't want them spreading or starting a fire."
At the garage, I found the collar I had engraved for number two with his slave name, "slave giff - property of Dona Jan."
Number one got the welding equipment ready, while I got the protective cloth so number two's neck wouldn't get burned.
"Kneel and receive your permanent collar. Be very still," I said, "if you want to keep your hair and ears!" Number two knew he could trust me, that is if he had any doubts previously.
In a minute or so, the collar was permanently secured in place. I read the engraving to number two. "Your slave name is slave giff, I will still call you number two or slave, most of the time, but you do have a slave name which I will use - sometimes when I think you deserve it. Number one's slave name is puck and now I have giff."
After that work was done, I unscrewed the wrist shackles and unlocked giff's temporary collar as it was no longer needed. The welded-in:place collar was enough! giff was happy, puck was happy, and I was happy, Both puck and I were happy because we had an additional person to help with the wori< and anything else I wanted done. During number two's three-month trial period, I had my doubts about him. At times I didn't think he'd make it, but I was wrong. He really did want this lifestyle, it wasn't just a one-day or one-hour fantasy. I had pushed giff, but I knew I could make him into a good slave if that's what he really wanted to be.
I-gave both slaves the rest of the day off. I did catch number two looking at his collar in the mirror. He was admiring it and trying to read the engraving. "What are you doing, number two?" I asked laughingly. Number two started to give some bullshit answer for wasting time in front of the mirror. "You don't need to make something up, you have the rest of the day off. That collar is yours, it's part of you. just like your nose and the collar is rather nice, if I do say so myself. You'll get used to it. Tomorrow you have a doctor's appointment for your tetanus shot."
"Dona, I'll never make it through all that," number two said. "Yes, you will, giff, remember you just walked on fire and you've already forgotten the experience! What's the matter? Is your fantasy too real? That's what this is all about! You're lucky you have this opportunity to live your fantasy, not many have the courage nor get the opportunity!" "Yes, Dona, I love being your property. I have a wonderful life here!"
"Good, then shut up and get on with dinner. My animals get fed every day, even when I get a day off and the least the two of you can do is have my meals, even when you have the day off. Help number one in any way he needs you."
Number two fell to his knees to thank me, again kissing my toes very tenderly. "Number one, I'm going to milk a little early, get me the milk pail." I walked toward the kitchen and number one handed me the milk pail. I drove up to milk and my thoughts turned back to the day's events. It was a good day, one that had been three months in coming. I never know if a slave is going to be able to follow through or get cold feet during the three-month re-schooling. Milking four (dairy goats) doesn't take too long. I do it all myself. It's time to myself and I enjoy it. Of course, all live-in slaves are able to feed the farm animals and milk, if I'm not home in time. Soon I was back at the house.
As I walked in the door. number two handed me my usual glass of wine and I handed him the milk pail. I sank into my favorite chair. Number two quickly set the milk pail down, dropped to his knees and gently took off my shoes and again kissed my feet. I like this form of devotion to me, it's so submissive!
While number two was worshiping my feet, number one poured the fresh milk into the glass jars, he put them in the refrigerator, washed the milk pail and hung it up to dry. , "That's enough number two; you'll melt my toes," I said with a little laugh. "I can't stay here all night, there are other things to do. Dinner will get cold, you know I hate cold food!"
"Number one, mike is coming tomorrow for a week this time. Make sure the air mattress is inflated and the sheet and blanket i are out. Don't bother with a pillow, mike isn't coming to be pampered! You two will clean the house tomorrow, including all the windows, inside and outside, you should be kept busy. I'll go riding early, mike isn't coming till around 4 p.m., so you have plenty of time to get things clean and in order. "Good, dinner is ready! I'll eat over here and use number one's back as my table.
Number two you may serve, then both of you can eat when I'm done. Get everything " picked up and cleaned up as soon as you've eaten, I need number one for some behavior modification. After the slaves were done, I ' took number one into the bondage room and told him to get on his knees with his nose against the wall and his hands behind his neck.
"What did I do to deserve this, Dona?
"You took forever in the kitchen this morning, wasting time. Now you must pay for it! Come here, number two, and watch so that you will not fall into the same trap.
Wasting time is punishable. Usually, I administer punishment right away, but this morning I had your fire walk on my mind and I didn't want to take the time then. I NEVER forget, so if you think you've put one over on me, it will catch up with you, Usually sooner than you think!"
I walked over to the whips and took a willow switch back with me to where number one was kneeling. "Number two pull off his loin cloth." All number two had to do was pull one of the ties on its side and number one's loin cloth fell to the floor. I like to have quick access to my slaves' bodies. "Now I can get to the part of you that is the most tender. Spread you legs and knees as far as they will spread. Be quick about it! I haven't got all night. That's good. There's a good movie on TV that I want to see," I said impatiently,
Number one had his penis pierced by me some two months ago. He knew his punishment was going to hurt and he prepared himself mentally by turning his thoughts to something else. I don't like moaning and groaning. The slave is taught how to take punishment without making a sound. I kicked his knees out some more to make sure they were spread to their limit. They were, so number one saved himself some extra swats. I gave him two swats just below his buttocks and a good crack between his thighs, which left welts that would be remembered for days. I find punishment a waste of my time, so I do it quickly and with an intensity that will definitely be remembered. Any corrective discipline can be done in five swats or less!
"Slaves get up and get the bathroom ready for my shower." They did so quickly. "Wait a minute, number one, aren't you forgetting something?
"Dona, oh yes," he fell to his knees on the floor, he kissed my hand and then my toes. "Thank you for taking the time to correct me."
"Just see that this doesn't have to be repeated in the near future. It's such a waste of time! Now, get on with the bathroom, so I won't miss the movie. You two can shower after I'm done." Number two scurried into the bedroom and got one of my gowns and brought it to the bathroom.
"Number one, you'll shave my legs for me tonight."
"Yes, Dona, thank you for the privilege."
I took my shower and number one shaved my legs. Number two was waiting with a ' big heated towel to dry me. I felt great and I was anxious to get into the living room to watch the movie. Number one had replaced his loin cloth and my two slaves knelt at my feet watching the movie with me. After the movie, my slaves took their showers, together of course! It saves time and water. I felt especially charitable, so I permitted both slaves to sleep at my feet on my king-sized waterbed. Tomorrow is another day. mike was coming for a whole week from New York City. He likes to get out in the country and experience real domination under more realistic conditions. Several times, he had lamented to me that he wished he could be like puck and live here serving me. At this time, it was impossible, so several days to a week was all he could arrange for now. His being here meant each of us had even less work, thus I had more time to enjoy myself, mike, like all submissives who visit here, contributed financially as well! He said he was glad to contribute help and to cover the cost of his being here, it was so much better than paying for a one or two hour session where a woman acted out a dominant/submissive scene. Life here is no act, nor a game, it's reality,
For more information, Write: Weber, Jamestow, KY . dulca@duo-county.com I'm not into long correspondence nor long phone calls. If you can't relocate and you don't want to visit (experience my domination for two days or more) don't write.
August 16,17,18, 1985 , I attended a slave auction at Mistress Ann Murray's ranch in Oklahoma. Oklahoma weather, at this time of year, is very hot and humid, but it didn't stop me from attending. Although my plane was over two hours late, Mistress Ann and Mistress Jan, from Kentucky greeted my girlfriend and me at the airport. The ride from the airport to Mistress Ann's place is almost forty miles. This places her in the Oklahoma countryside. She lives in a brick home, growing almost all her food on her farm.
Her farm not only acts as her home, but serves her in her business. And her business is training unruly slaves. This weekend she was holding a gala event, a slave auction. That night we were greeted by many of the people attending the weekend event. Each slave was charged a small fee for the weekend, which included room and board. To me this seemed very fair, however, she did not get the turnout she expected. She plans to hold this even again next year. I myself think it's worth the visit. What impressed me more than anything was the size of her dungeon. It has to be the largest dungeon I've ever seen. She could easily put over a hundred slaves in it and have space to spare. Not only was her dungeon clean, but very well equipped with all kinds of bondage devices: cages, racks, tables, boxes etc. She has so much equipment I have trouble remembering everything.
Saturday morning started with a homegrown breakfast. After that there were hours of continuous bondage in Mistress Ann's dungeon. Each Mistress and Master was allowed to play for as long as he wanted with a slave of his choosing. After a few hours of this, my girlfriend and I decided to do a little sightseeing. This not only gave me a chance to see a little of Oklahoma but to attend a real, live, Indian pow-wow. I was so exhausted from Saturday's activities that I fell asleep and didn't wake up until the next morning. Sunday was a bit different in the respect that for the first time photos were allowed.
This gave everyone a chance to be in photos, if he chose to be. I could only capture a small amount of action on film, but what I did catch I'm sure you'll find interesting. I want to thank Mistress Ann and all who made my stay pleasant. I'm looking forward to next year's event.
This was how I met Mistress Jan Weber, ever since that day in 1985 we have been friends, today you would know her as Doña of Ky. where she and Lady Robin hold many types of events, one being Gaint Pony get togethers.
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