Legends of Dominance - 37

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Legends of Dominance  - 37
by Mistress Michelle Peters et al.
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Madame Wanda O' Brien

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Wanda's tenure as a professional domme lasted about ten years, maybe a bit more. She began when she was fairly young. We never learned what her exact inspiration was for entering the profession, but we believe it was at the urging of a man, or men, who loved her penchant for wearing leather. One thing led to another. Because of her heavy media presence she prospered quickly. The only contact information she advertised was her Raytown P.O. Box address. Everyone had to write her a letter first in order to gain direct telephone contact. One of the underlying reasons for Wanda's success in dominating men, aside from her good looks, her dismissive attitude and her amazing leather wardrobe, was the fact that Wanda preferred women to men in her private life. Maybe this unspoken disinterest in men, ultimately, is what attracted a lot of submissive or masochistic men to her.

She never openly advertised or spoke of her affinity for other women, but it must have shown. There's definitely a certain contingent of submissive men who seek the discipline of a woman who looks at them with utter disdain, and upon whose person masculinity has no sexual effect. This is not to say that Wanda disliked her male slaves. Not at all. In fact, we have several very revealing and intimate photos of Wanda in action which we are not at liberty to publish for censorship reasons. Wanda, unlike many of her more modern peers, was quite liberal when it came to acts of body worship, etc.

According to insider scuttlebutt, Wanda allegedly got into a tight spot in the mid '80s because of an affair of sorts she was having with a young slave girl. evidently this young lady was exceedingly submissive and masochistic. "Wanda, according to sources, nurtured a tumultuous SM relationship with her and allegedly used her in many of her professional sessions with clients.

The young submissive lady, so the story goes, was the daughter of a high-powered judge or politico somewhere in the Midwest. Trouble of some kind transpired between Wanda and her slave girl, motivating the young lady to mil to her father and reveal all. Supposedly the father was incensed and out to get Wanda. This, according to insiders, is why Wanda O'Brien suddenly dropped off the face of the professional dominance scene twenty years ago. Nobody, to our knowledge, has heard a peep out of her since. Whether the exact details of this story are completely true and accurate may never be known, except by Wanda and those involved. One thing is certain, however. She did vanish suddenly from the scene at the height of her popularity. still relatively young, still looking fantastic and with no other viable explanation for her disappearance.

Mistress Wanda O'Brien. I first saw her adds appearing around 76 or early 77. I talked to her over the phone a few times before actually meeting her at a Corporal Party. Also in attendance was Queen Andrena and Mistress Rhonda. Mistress Wanda liked to wear one piece cat suits made of leather or latex. She did have a hair style of the times, but it was no wig. She also was one of the first to place a add with few and simple words. One photo and the words, "TRUST ME!" I used to look at her adds all the time because of her captivating stare. Her friend or lover or husband??? Not sure who he was sold fire equipment,, he died of a heart attack and after that Wanda wasnt the same. In the late 80's she had a female slave who wasn't very bright. She told her parents that she was a slave to a woman. Her parents went to the police and Wanda was arrested for WHITE SLAVERY. It was all over the news and TV. She went to trail and I haven't heard anything from her since. I think she is still in the Raytown, MO. area.

--Mistress Michelle

Loving Lashes Interviews

the Great Madame Wanda O'Brien

These slaves trust me. Their trust is the power they give me. That means I have to respect and honor their trust, but it doesn't make me any less dominant.


WANDA: I don't like a lot of things they do. I understand men for what they are. Walking bomb-pops. And you know what they look like. A man has a sense of detachment from his penis. He walks around with a stranger in his pants. He frequently names it. I've given them all kinds of names. The main problem submissive men have is finding a dominant woman to use them. Women are great at freeing themselves in orgies and snaring most any man they want but they bat a poor average when it comes to using men as instruments for their pleasure. I think a lot of men would like that role and would not be, as some people tell us they'd be, offended by it or intimidated by it or lose their erections because of it. We are told by many, that when a woman becomes aggressive, a man runs. I'm sure there are men who will. But I'm sure there are a lot of men who hate to always be the aggressor.

L.L.: Why aren't more women interested in your profession?

WANDA: One reason is justifiable: the fear factor. Women are fearful of strange men. Women are still—and justifiably, I should add—concerned for their own welfare when in the presence of a strange man; submissive or not. They can never know if they, might become among the unlucky few who end up like the heroine of Looking For Mr. Goodbar. Secondly, dominating a stranger is not as physically pleasurable to women as it is to the man.

L.L.: There must be some men that don't believe in what you do,

WANDA: Yes, some men don't have the need. Some men truly don't have the desire fora dominant female. They just don't want that particular kind of energy directed my way. I don't believe, however, that men who deny themselves this pleasure, because they consider B&D either sinful or ridiculous, use that energy more constructively than my slaves. I think what they're doing is practicing a philosophy of denial that restricts people and controls them.

L.L.: Are you living one big party?

WANDA: No. Of course it is wonderful to be in the position I'm in, but it has brought a series of complex stories about complex characters and the baffling, troubling, exciting, sometimes painful role of the slave is not always easy to understand. It is not a simple life, being a Mistress. What is it about? You talk to six Dominant women and you'll get six versions. It's about many things. It's an artistic achievement. My life is an artistic achievement in nonfiction. That's what it is to me. I train submissive people and I train them with my words and actions. Any trainer relies on her own sense of what is right, her own perceptions, but if you believe in what you do, you believe in your essence of truth about that person you have portrayed. I have painted a portrait of myself I know I can live with for a long time. It is an indefinable art that can get me into the lives of my slaves and have them trust me with their lives, with their most private selves, and that, finally, they know I will not violate that trust. I'm not saying I always give them what they need. They get a lot of what they don't want mostly. But I add that after they have pondered my actions, they come to terms with it, they accept it. They won't always like it, but my true slaves will say "yes, she is right, she is my Mistress, she has a part of my life." That has happened again and again. There are very few slaves I have had who do not talk to me today. L.L.: You sound as if you're always right.

WANDA: Just as a camera director will choose which camera angle best portrays emotion, I have a number of cameras going on at the same time, all focusing on the same scene but from different angles. There is no one way to look at any one slave. There is no one way to treat him. You do the best you can. Your instincts as a Mistress and the experience you have tends to give you guidance about how much he is capable of doing.

L.L.: Are the stories you write true?

WANDA: Some are, some aren't. Sometimes slaves write fantasy stories for me and I send them in. I think readers are able to determine what is fiction and what is nonfiction. When they are true, I do not exaggerate because it is not necessary. Sometimes scenes can be so fantastic I want to hurry up and write about it.

There is a lot of truth in sessions that are exceptional. I sometimes feel like part of an audience of human nature; I have a press box right on the edge of the stage. A truly remarkable seat.

L.L.: You've told me about your future plans concerning a B&D club in the mid-west. Do you think some people will try and stop you?

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WANDA: I'm sure they will. First of all, it's going to shock some mid-west preachers and people here are going to be uncomfortable with this form of sex. B&D is a subject few people know about but have very strong attitudes against. This type of perversion to them cuts very deeply into their moral about sex, more deeply than anything else. Excluding rape, child molesting, etc... So the club will in some cases be viewed upon as a place of chain dragging perverts. Some will want to burn me at the stake, perhaps. It is going to be an excuse for many people to justify the way they interpret morality. Those people might condemn me for presenting a number of immoral, weird people in a favorable light. As far as I'm concerned, it's just going to be a place where people who are behaving unconventionally in bedrooms can go and meet others who are allegedly defying community standards with regard to normal sexual behavior. I might be seen as humanizing people who a number of others would think of as blood thirsty sadists and deranged masochists . I can live with that, because I've had similar problems before. That's not a problem for me and it shouldn't be for any of us into B&D. All they'll be saying is they don't think it's normal. Well, I don't like normal sex, so there. No one will ever contain, control, censor, restrict, edit out, dim down, lower the shades or douse the lights on me, as long as what I'm doing is legal.

L.L.: You invade almost every slave's mind that knows you.

WANDA: I am an invasion of slave thoughts, I suppose. I am an invasion of privacy when they don't want to think about me, but can't help it.

Those slaves became pioneers when they took me into their dreams and served me. They allowed me to invade their privacy. Some people who see and read about me will say, "This is disgusting, being the center of someone's sexual fantasy," but the slaves that worship me won't say that, and that is what counts. Those people that don't understand should not read this sort of material.

L.L.: Are you good for marriages?

WANDA: If my slaves are able to have sessions with me that release pressure and are enjoyable, then they can take pleasure from them back to their marriages, don't you think?

L.L.: What are you looking for?

WANDA: Ten female slaves like the one I have now.

L.L.: What are your indulgences with money?

WANDA: I like eating out. I've always liked good food, waiters and restaurants. I'm not a gourmet, but I like the idea of restaurants. They trust you to pay them after you've consumed their product. It's the only business where they do that. Can you imagine buying a movie ticket on your way out of the theatre?

L.L.: No. But eating out is not what you regard as your biggest indulgence with money.

WANDA: I don't think I have any real indulgences with money. I spend a lot of money on leather clothes. But I rather think I deserve it. I have pride in my appearance.

L.L.: Are you happy with the way the interview has been going?

WANDA: I agreed to do it, and I have done it. and now we are getting to the final twirls of this tape. Right now I don't know for sure if it was a good idea. In a way, it's better to leave more to the imagination of slaves. If you're a Mistress, your life should be represented through the image you create.

Wiser ladies than myself said long ago though. It is not one-dimensional. I'm not lecturing or pontificating. What I do has no message, except, in a sense, it is an attempt to offer an escape to fantasy island. If we knew the private dreams of average people, we would see how extraordinary those dreams are. Sometimes fantasies become so real that a person needs to find realese. I am the Dominatrix in their mind that they can actually touch and see. LL: Do you consider your clientele average people?

WANDA: I don't think the people that come to me are so extreme. They may seem to some to be different because in public we ae all normal people, living the normal lives of people. Our personna is to suggest that we are not strange in our behavior. But I can tell you, after six years of acting our hundreds and hundreds of people's fantasies, that if you really knew the truth about people, a truth that few people would care to have known.8 not because it is so bad, its just private — we are extremists about sex. Each in our own different way has a private, internal fantasy that is abnormal, no matter what kind of manner we try to exhibit in the office, to our friends and to the person we are married to or dating. So my answer would be, yes they are average people — Average people acting out their fantasies.

L.L.: What does a mild session do for a man?

WANDA: It enlightens him in several ways. First, he sees that there isn't any one way to have a session. He sees that there is such variety; with his and my fantasies combined, the list can be endless. He is made to perform, not so much humiliating acts constantly, but he is aware of the fact I must be entertained and happy if he is to receive rewards. He meets a woman who really means what she says for the first time in his life. I think men could do a lot to ease whatever anxieties they have about pleasing a woman by experiencing something like myself.

L.L.: Is the first timer nervous?

WANDA: What do think? I could tell you some very funny stories. Not funny to the slaves, mind you. I love it when a slave is nervous, when they're squirming. The first time a slave sees a known Mistress, is nothing but intense. Before he goes, he will be very excited about the ide of seeing a dominant woman. On his way there, he has marvelous fantasies about what its going to be like and what she will do to him. But once he gets there, he has to confront not his fantasy, but the unusual presence of a strong, aggressive, leather-clad woman who, he knows in his heart, has nothing better to do than use him. Most men can handle this and are so hard, they don't believe it themselves. A few discover they have difficulty maintaining a erection as a newcomer to this strange environment. The reason? That's open to as much or as many interpretations as you can conjure up. It's not the obvious standard reason, that they're afraid of not being well enough endowed. It's just a very awkward situation for men. They're under a lot of conjured up pressure to serve, do the right things and all the time wondering what the hell they've gotten themselves into.

Even though the Mistress is aware of him, she probably has many other things on her mind and could care less if he thinks he is in someone else's dream. But he cares! So, as sure as anything, he loses his erection. That is something some men go through on their initial introduction to a B & D session. Then they come to realize its a normal reaction, then they realize they don't have to do the thinking, the Mistress does everything. That's a wonderfully liberating lession in itself.

L.L.: How do you effect the leather worshipers.

WANDA: I am their visual aphrodisiac. They don't seem to make eye contact when they first see me.

They are looking at my leather wrapped body. They are my favorite slaves, and so devoted. There are people who would want me to believe that there is nothing sexual about leather, that is is just a material, a covering, and they don't look at me dressed in leather in a way, as they might if they saw me nude or in a bikini. Leather is the only fetish I have. I think that's enough and also am thankful it is my fetish. Women rarely have sexual fetish for anything. I trash letters from slaves who wish to see me in satin and sheer nighties. There just something very mean, very sensuous, very exciting about leather.

L.L.: What strikes you about women?

WANDA: Women, even the ones that don't know it, have much more sexual energy than men. They are capable of exhausting most men, and I mean the average woman, not some Linda Lovelace. And I know how free women are, how aggressive they can be, the incredible variety of ways women can be pleased. A life surrounded by B & D DEMONSTRATED BEYOND ANY DEBATE THAT WOMEN ARE MUCH MORE OPEN TO EXPRESSION. Men are much more rigid and hesitant about doing anything that would question their masculinity. Almost all threesomes in orgies are two women and one man. Even men who are bisexual are much more inhibited in a group setting than women. Women are much freer.

L.L.: In your opinion, why is that?

WANDA: Men are simply afraid to show any sign or emotion or behavior that might suggest a touch of weakness or homosexuality in their nature.

Women are less afraid of being thought of as homosexual. I mean, they are not rigidly raised to prove that they are women. A little girl just grows up and automatically becomes a woman. A little boy grows up and does not automatically become a man.

He has to prove it constantly, that he is worthy of being called a man, and one of the things that might cast doubt on that is if you seem to be physically fond of men. The mere act of touching another man in a gentle caring way, stroking his back or gripping his arm—and certainly kissing, even on the cheek—could be a sign of homosexuality, and men dread that. They will be repelled by such acts and will back away from any drive to demonstrate that. LL: Are you a lesbian?

WANDA: Let me count the ways.

L.L.: But given society's attitudes when you discovered you preferred women, it must have forced you through some depressing changes.

WANDA: If it should have, it didn't. It was natural. I have always Telt a kinship with women. And it was through men. Without all the lousy male lovers in my life I never would have had the opportunity to become what I am.

L.L.: Some well known people go to see you. How did you build their trust?

WANDA: You do not have their trust right away. First you have to spend time building up trust with these people. Over the years I devoted to this bizarre life, much of the time was spent building relationships that these people knew were not going to be violated and reassuring them of what I knew to be true: that the way I treated them was precisely the way it should be. but never in an exploitative way? From the beginning, there is always a lot of hand holding on my part. These people were really taking a chance at the way they were going about finding a Mistress.

L.L.: How much control do they have over their sessions with you?

WANDA: None. I deal with sensitive desires. Things are always being added and taken away in our encounters. I can tell what they need and what they don't need better than they can themselves. I am always open to suggestions and whims, but when it gets right down to it, they never know exactly what or how much I expect. I believe that if you want to be a Mistress, be one, but don't talk about your feelings. So, I admit it, I'm feeling a little bit of trepidation about being interviewed.

L.L.: Will you ever let one of your favorite slaves tell their side of the story? What it's like to be your slave?

WANDA: I don't know. If it's a candid interview like this, I'd want to be there.

L.L.: Does it bother you now that the public knows about your personal behavior?

WANDA: I thought I'd already answered that. People are going to react to this in various ways. One way is:

"Here is a woman who does not have the good taste to keep her private life private." Or, on the contrary, they may think, "Here is a woman who is boasting of involvements." And that's what 1 really hate to hear. Nothing is further from the truth.

L.L.: Does your family know what you do?

WANDA: I don't want to talk about that. I choose not to think about my parents. I think it has something to do with my strict upbringing, close to the Church, and how shattered I was early in life as I discovered that the priests and nuns and the people close to me were hypocrites. I just don't want to be like my background. I want to get away from that. I am willing to risk anything as long as I can stay away from the kind of background that shaped me, that was based on the appearance of morality, but loaded with hypocrisy.

L.L.: Why is B&D and S&M to important to you today?

WANDA: It represents the totality of my experience, my drive, my very worth.

L.L.: Your worth?

WANDA: Yes, in my personal life, certainly there is much that I am willing to apologize for the next day. But not when I'm downstairs being Mistress Wanda. I never apologize for what I do.

B&D is a deliberate, very carefully crafted art, done with love and care. I have never been ashamed of any session I've held. Success is nice. I find comfort in money. I get satisfaction knowing that what I do is good.

There's no Crack-Up here. I hate impermanence. I want things to last. I am against that which is merely fashionable. I want to create, as a cabinetmaker does something that is going to outlive me. One of my goals is to write substantial, timeless books about Mistresshood that will survive. Why? Why does a person want to protect what he treasures? Why do they want to bequeath it, invest it wisely, hammer it into monuments? It's because they were very, very proud of their life.

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This also was a true story. Mistress Wanda talks about Dee. Dee was the wife of Dave Rossen, the Leather Underground people.

--Mistress Michelle

THE TAMING OF MISTRESS DEE

I had received a call from my slave girl Dee who lives in Chicago, begging for an opportunity to visit me. Slave Dee had been saving a portion of her money from sessions with various male slaves who were unaware that she was the most masochistic slave of all . . that is only to another Mistress such as myself. Slave Dee, or should I say Mistress Dee as she is known to many male slaves who have had the pleasure of her whip and boots, had the one weakness that true dominants like me are well aware of - that is the deep desire to be controlled, punished and humiliated by a real Goddess.

She had requested a session with me, and being in a position of having tired of the hum-drum male slaves I'd had all month, I allowed her a visit. I instructed her to meet me at the Kansas City airport at 8:00 P.M. the next evening. I told her to wear a short black leather skirt, high heels, white blouse and a short black leather jacket. The following evening she alighted from the plane, and entering the building dropped to her knees and picked up the dog collar which I had waiting by my boots. She did not stand up, but remained on her knees, much to the surprise of the onlookers. One tap with my boot and we proceeded to leave. She followed behind me to my car and got into the back seat. It was only a twenty minute drive from the airport to my house, but for Dee it was much longer than that. Slave Dick was driving so I thought I might as well start having some fun. I told Dee to remove her skirt and to stick a special dildo of mine into her cunt. This was no ordinary dildo, but one made of black leather that I had used for several years and had only allowed my favorite slaves to savor. It slipped up into her pussy as if it had been made for her and the juicy cunt noise it made sliding in caused the temperature in my own pussy to rise ten degrees. It was quite obvious to me that slave Dee was enjoying herself much more than was necessary, so I quickly removed a paddle from my purse. I reached over the seat and lashed three quick strokes across her thighs and breasts.

"You bitch, you no good mother-fucking cunt bitch!" I yelled. "How dare you attempt to cum in my presence without my permission?"

We arrived at my home and not too soon as by this time I had slapped her in the face twice and the tears running down her cheeks would have encouraged any Mistress to slacken off on the administration of punishment, any Mistress that is, excluding myself. I have heart, but not in the same sense that I would refrain from giving the measure of punishment I knew was due a naughty and disobedient slave - even a female slave. When I opened her door I jerked the dog leash hard; causing her to fall out of the back seat onto the driveway, where she was unceremoniously led into my residence as someone would lead a dog who had just recovered from the local dog pound.

Inside, I told my new slave to remove all her clothing, especially her leathers, which only a true Mistress should wear. Slave Dee exhibited to me a most beautiful body, tight and firm, yet round and soft in the right places. I am well known for my aggressiveness with slaves and equally known for my love of the female body.

I was pleased. Pleased with the thought of a lovely female slave, but also pleased with the thought that I again had guessed right, that another beautiful woman had wanted to be my complete slave. She was now in my sinister clutches. It is easy, so easy for a Mistress such as myself to entrap a male slave - but to enslave a beautiful female doll requires all the cunningness of a true Dominant, and believe me, I took advantage of the situation.

"On the floor, you worthless dripping bitch! Crawl over here on your belly like the snake that you are and pray that I give you the opportunity to lay your filthy tongue on my most holy heel! Suck it, you worthless whore, make it cum like all the cocks you've sucked!

Swallow that long hard heal! Kiss that sharp pointed toe! Kiss it good - wrap your slave tongue around my boot! Lick my sole! Lick it clean! You love it don't you, bitch? You wish you could suck my toes and heels all day and night - all this strong black leather twists your little slave mind up doesn't it? I shall not stop in my attempt to torment you tonight, and will only rest sparingly. Anything that brings you the most anguish and the most pain makes you more devoted to me. It is only when I wear my leathers and make you suffer that I feel my own lust. You should never call yourself a slave if you are unwilling to assume the duties of a slave, and I believe you know what that means! But what an outstanding Goddess before you, don't you think? I will see you beg and I will relish those pleas. Must I again remind you, slave Dee, of your duties? Must I slap you harder each time? Whip you harder than you care to fantasize? You will never be Dee again, but rather, `slave Dee' to your Mistress and you shall never forget this when you are removed from my place. There are rules and regulations you will follow or I shall never see your worthless face again. You have come to me to serve, to lend yourself. Your hands are not your own, nor are your legs, most especially your slave cunt, which I may explore or penetrate with my spiked heels at will. During your stay you will remember at all times - that I am your Mistress, and as a reminder of this fact, your hands and feet will always be bound by chains. The chains will also serve as a constant reminder to you as well as to me that your face and your ass are open to me and my whips, and anybody I would like to join in. You will never touch me unless I command you to do so, nor will you grab my whip in a frenzy. The rope I'm running through your wrist chains behind you allows me to hurt your arms by simply pulling on it. During your stay you will remain naked at all times, and if anyone desires to hurt you in any manner I see fit, she will. Your pain and humiliation will continue from dusk until dawn. But besides the whippings you received from me, you will also be kicked by my pointed boots only in certain areas of your sore worthless body. This will come in the evening for any infraction of my rules you commit during the day. For having cursed me, for having taken pleasure, for having failed me in any way. If the costumes I wear seem strange to you, it is because they are. Leather is my god and when you see me clad in it you see an evil weapon. Much more evil than a gun - for a gun does not breathe and think when you put it in your hand. The outfit I`m wearing now leaves my pussy exposed. It is not for the sake of convenience, for it would be just as convenient the other way, but for the sake of insolence, so that you may learn that another woman can indeed be cruel and that there in my crotch resides your true master, for whom, above all else, your pain is intended. In all honesty, my Sweet Dee, I want your head between my legs, sucking my clit, licking my asshole, begging me to cum in your mouth. I want that now, but I would be giving you too much too soon. A whip is in my hand, a whip that I use on real slaves like yourself that can't please me enough. I must punish you cunt, you will feel the sting of my whip, the power of my authority, the true meaning of my feeling toward you. How, my slave, can I show you my power if I don't show you what I do best. . . my ability to make you suffer to your limit. The more you take, the more we can demonstrate our feelings towards each other. Your ability to absorb pain and suffering my dear, is the criteria. I'm not an unreasonable Mistress. I know that a female slave such as yourself, certainly can't take the physical abuse that many of my male slaves can. Nor will I expect you to yet. But don't think for a minute you will not have lots of it.

And you will love giving your Mistress all you have.. . laying on my bondage table with your ass up in the air, awaiting the next sting of my cat-o-nine. After I am pleased with your tears and agony, only then will you be allowed to taste my asshole and perhaps lubricating me if you are lucky, you will go further, placing your bitch tongue on my slit, slowly stroking my cut to the point that I throw down my whip and allow you to feast upon your reward. And lick and lick you will... cunt, darting your tongue over and over my clit., many times giving me a climax so strong only another female can understand. You will bring much pleasure to my pussy, so much that I wish to lose track of when one climax begins and another ends. How I wish to whip you while you eat your Mistress, but how can I? How can I whip you for something that both of us know brings me so much pleasure gives me relief. . . gives me that feeling that no male slave regardless of how he tries, can understand. Slave Dee, I know what is lurking in the back of your mind. I know what you really want. You want to feel that by pleasing me you can control my emotions, that your loving mouth would then be the master. But you have a surprise my slave. Many females have tried to capture me with their knowledge of women but I too have walked these very streets and tasted the bitter and the sweet. I will not fall into your trap, my dear, I will use you and others like you. I will take from all of those that I feel can enhance my life and lifestyle and will treat you and others like shit as long as it pleases me. Then I will flush you like the shit you are.

You will serve me slave Dee, and if you serve me well, I will allow you to come back. You will do all that is necessary to establish a Mistress slave relationship. You are nothing nothing but a slave with an educated tongue and if you want me you will have to work hard for your position. On your flight home you will dwell on the fact that I have made your fantasy a reality and you truly are worthless without your Mistress Wanda."

THE END

AGE: 24
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
VITAL STATISTICS: 37-24-36
OCCUPATION: Dominant Bitch

My style of teasing cruelty and sadistic creativity has created a reputation without peer. I intend to explore this realm of female domination to the fullest possible extent within the confines of good taste by enslaving you that are new to these ways, and those also that are well versed in the art of bondage, spanking, humiliation, transvestism, enemas, etc. Phonies may turn the page and continue to dream. True submissives will be brought to heel at my spiked, spurred and ALWAYS POLISHED BOOTS. My method is unique, my allure undeniable. Eventually you will beg for more and more.

Your back will be ridden like the beast of burden you are. I will shower you with my golden bath as both reward and punishment.

You will be taught how to properly suck my leather dildo, and know exotic pleasures through licking my boots clean, plus the pain those same boots can inflict. Your tongue will realize the true meaning of oral servitude, and you can expect much of this in your training. Cross-dressing whores will be treated justly. I use original tactics that will impress upon you utter subjection to your Mistress. You will be bound with invisible cords so strong that you cannot break them, nor will you wish to. To outward appearance you are the master of industry, the powerful banker, the successful businessman, but I know better and so do you.

I expect all slaves to pay their way. I live a leisure life and have time to enjoy my role as a queen. I recently reconstructed the dungeon in my home and have a most extensive exhibit of equipment, also the largest collection of bizarre leather clothing and high heeled boots and shoes in the United States. I adore all women, submissive, bi, gay, with or without slave. Would-be dominant women who would like to further their education are always welcome. I especially enjoy having a wife or girlfriend watch the total degradation and perversion of her husband or boyfriend. I am only interested in those able to travel to Kansas City. Discretion is expected and assured. You must include an self Addressed Stamped Envelope. I am into real scenes, not pen pals. Get down on your knees and write to me: Wanda O'Brien

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