Redheads... What are you gonna do with them

All this sudden pressure to be open.. well to be honest with you all I had an intense beginning of the week dealing with some financial issues created by relatives from Arkansas. I shouldn't have to even begin filling you all in on that.

Just saying no matter how bad you seem to be to relation who is the first person they call? The one who has the way to fix all their problems.

Well I fixed it. But they aren't happy with the terms of the deal. Attorneys do that. I have really good attorneys.

So to blow off some steam, I have elected to leave Hot Springs, Arkansas and go to Disney World for the weekend with a friend.

So I'll let the collective hive mind here mull that over a bit. And I'll return to be more inclusive (god I hate that word) next week. And all you filthy animals have an amazing weekend.

Red-Heads: We're made that way to warn you… and separate the wheat from the chaff, and the smart from the stupid. If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen! The biggest insult of all - meeting a faux-red-head. They're easy to spot: they act normal!

Competition with a natural redhead, vex a natural redhead, twist their words, try to manipulate them, try putting them on guilt trips…. Those who unwisely and stupidly engage in said behavior, they do so at their own expense and peril, especially those who continue doing so and either don’t pay attention to the lessons learned and/or don’t care.

I have people who are relatives … but we do not relate … 😣

I told my husband one time “You will never find another woman like me”. To which he replied back “Thank Heavens”

All I can say is, I do not care about your hair color, nor the size of your boobs, or what kinnks you might have or do not have.

Ok, I lied. I do care but all I am saying is the relationship between man and women, and a few others without going into details, needs to be between those two people, and what they want and like and feel for each other.

I think we all want the same thing and finding that is what is most important. And when you do find that as many here express. My husband, my wife, my BF, my gf and so on is where we all are trying to get to.

So let's hope we all find that bliss, happiness, kinky other to have fun and explore and that is so good between two people. BTW, Redhads are FUN!!!!!!!!!!

Attention!

Stories from the past week coming soon.

Take a breath you filthy animals.

Love

Faith

…quite a few people are of the opinion that redheads are witches who were forgotten to be burned in the Middle Ages.

A silly view...

I often say:

Not all redheads are all witches, any more than all blondes are angels...😎

Becareful, let me grab my spell book…er… I mean…my….er….damnit.

@Faith can't wait to hear the stories of your past week experiences!!!!😛😍😉

Well I'm finally able to sit back and write something other just a quick comeback comment.

I'll not bore you all with my family issues because my nuclear family is solid it's just the outriders that suck the joy out of any mass family event. Not to say my sister-in-law (the angel of death) always attempts to keep me in my place. Silly girl.

Now I know you all are lurking about to find out how I started my early mornings or late events of debauchery. You will just have to be a bit patient with me. But that's not to say that I find myself in the strangest of situations, even at Disney World. Yes, I know.

Now some of you know the key players in my life and many of you are in the dark or just don't give a shit. Which is cool. So….. in my life, at the moment, we have OM, OM is my current penis I enjoy from time to time. I am 98% lesbian and 2% bi. But I do enjoy going out for dinner with him and he's younger than me so I get to claim my cougar statis. We also have Trel, Trel is interesting. Tell came to me almost 12 years ago. She was raised by a strict Mennonite church setting and family. After being told that everything she had done, including breathing, was going to send her to hell, she gathered all her tip money and on her 18th birthday she packed her suitcase and left home and arrived in Chicago. No real training in anything that would earn her a living other than food service…. not that that is bad, it's just a hard life in Chicago. She fell in with some of my crowd and even they didn't know what or how to handle her and then she showed up on my porch with a friend of mine in hand. I was told she just needed some training and it would be a good idea for me to introduce her to true servitude.

Well I was a bit taken aback. This was a whole new direction for me. Because usually the girls that arrived knew exactly what they desired. So after a long discussion it became clear to me that she simply wished to be in a position to help and serve however the need be. And we began, for a year, she lived with me and learned all the basic household duties and skills, social skills for her while out in different social settings, and finally the arts of sexual pleasure which became at first difficult but she adapted and made the best of it. I was able to match her up with a gentleman who took her in and is where she lived and served for ten years. Until he recently passed away and Trel was back at my door step. We decided on a three month trial and she has been absolutely wonderful about the house and very attentive to my needs as well. And because of this I made her my personal assistant and she has adapted there as well and fits into my company needs as well.

That's Trel. Then we have the Shield Maiden (known as SM) a person whom I thought was absolutely the one. She made the effort to meet me and asked me out as well. And things were going too well until she decided to go secret and begin relationships with others claiming we have a very open arrangement. I'm actually okay with that, until her other paramours begin showing up at my house and making themselves at home. Nope. Doesn't work that way. You wanna fuck around, fine but not at my house uninvited.

So those are the individuals that will be mentioned more than once, I think.

On to Disney World. First off I have to say that 80 degree weather in December is just fine with me. And also with 80 degree weather we get to see and enjoy what people wear in 80 degree weather. Now my hat is off to Asian and Latina women because they wear whatever the hell they want to and it is absolutely amazing and highly enjoyable to watch and gawk at. You couldn't paint things on as tightly as I saw some leggings and yoga pants that were being worn. And tall slender Asian women wearing skirts so short that they simply tease you with just a hint of ass cheek slipping out. And the places I find Micky and Minnie showing up at. Amazing.

So on our ride to the Hollywood park which houses Star Wars land, Trel and I met Constance. Connie for the rest of the story.Our twenty minute ride from the hotel to Hollywood we learn that Connie was widowed and just turned fifty and this was her present to herself, coming to Disney World. She was well dressed in a relaxed way and had a subtle Empire logo on the collar of her polo. She had noticed my Rebel insignia and that started the conversation. She was also alone and just going about on her own. So we decided to include her in our adventure. It was a lovely day walking about. Drinks in Oga's Cantina and then headed to build my light saber. OKAY I may be a domme, but I'm also a Star Wars Nerd. So Trel and I built Light Sabers and Connie came in to watch the event. Afterward we were sitting close by and I noticed a rather large family. Five kids and two of them with Downs. One of the kids wanted to build a Light Saber but Dad said they just didn't have enough money for them all to do that. The child was so cool and said he understood.

Okay… I don't have kids. I can't have them. I believe I would be a horrible mom. BUT! I'm a hell of an Aunt. I walked over to the family and pulled Mom and Dad aside and simply asked them if I could pay for the kids to make Light Sabers. They just looked at each other and Mom started to say… those cost…. I just put up my hand and told them. I know exactly what they cost (roughly $280.00 each). But I had the means and I saw how disappointed the middle child was and thought…well you guys paid to get here and do what you could. Let me help make a memory. After a bit they agreed… I went and got the people in charge and asked if they could squeeze in another smallish group. The girl made a call and then after a bit came back and I got the thumbs up. I brought the family up and got everyone checked in and then the kids selected the type of force user they were and then I ran the credit card for them. I did go in with them to assist where I could and filmed it for the family. It was cool. Once they finished I met with them and told them these were NOT to hit each other. And breaking them it is very hard and expensive to get replacement parts… they all thanked me and with light sabers all bagged and hanging on shoulders they marched off into the crowd.

Connie asked me if I did things like that all the time. Trel just said, She does things in a unique way to benefit others all the time. I just told her this is my fantasy world and everyone is welcome to come in and join me.

As the day went on we did all the rides and had a lovely lunch and dinner in the parks. We learned that Connie was also from Chicago and lived near the lake shore. While eating Connie's questions became less general and at one point I think she put two and two together about Trel and myself. She even tempted Trel to lie, which she doesn't do. She asked her if she were my slave. Trel said no, not at all. Then Connie said… what if I tell (me) that Trl told her she was my slave. Trel simply said… say what you wish and we will let Miss sort it out. It never came to that but Connie told me I had an amazing assistant and that I should hold on to her.

The rest of the evening was relaxed and phone numbers where exchange for a possible meet up at a later date back in Chicago.

Trel told me about being concerned about this Connie and I smiled and told her that Connie was very bright and figured out the whole choker thing and answering questions for me thing tipped her off. There were no issues. And the best thing about the event at Disney was that I never saw a single over weight bearded man wearing a dress and being his real self. I really appreciated that. Now there were dozens of gay and lesbian couples and groups throughout the parks and several of the entertainers as well….. okay I can tell…..

Once we returned to our room we had a lovely finishing up of the day. Trel has a lovely shape. She has a lovely roundish rump and nice 36 D-cup breasts. She's a natural blond that has dyed her hair red with blond streaks. And yes she is shaved smooth. (Side note: Did you know that Walgreens has a sexual wellness area with vibrators? Who knew?) Once “home” we had some us time. While doing some mild making out I got her damp enough to insert the vibrator and curl the clit stimulator in place and as she had that going on she used her considerable skills at lapping at my essence. With her hair firmly in hand and holding her in place as she licked and sucked my clit and fingered my anus as well… this was a lovely way to settle down before showers and sleep. She can easily separate my lips with her practiced tongue and pleasure me. While in the shower I finished her off from her vibrator with my fingers as well. Then to bed, more soft kissing and sleep.

This week I've had a couple of requests from Trel. Perhaps I'll share that here.

Okay folkes, mull this over.

Faith

@Faith nice reading. Looking forward to hearing about those “requests”!!

It's a bonus day…TA DA!!!!

So Excited. All my cut and threaded black pipe arrived today. Along with my anchors and locks. It's heavy shit. It's an erector set or adults. I've been playing with it on my test table and just finished staining the platform all this dungeon goodness will be set on and rearranged on. I managed to put together a simple stockade set up and had Trel come out and try it out. She was a bit intimidated… (perfect). Once in she was held in place. No extra anchors needed. Just use those for show. I got to cop a good feel and she couldn't stop me. This has soooo much potential for special play for special people.

I'm working on an adjustable table that I can use the mounts as well on. So once secured the table can be tipped forward or back. So many different was and styles to make this fun… well for me anyway… lol. Trel has become somewhat lerry of my workshop.

okay more later.

❤️ The lightsaber story ❤️❤️❤️

OMG, Kudoes to whoever talked the Queen of Mystery to talk about herself openly within a thread.

Welcome Miss Faith.

I have stories, just give me the go ahead. LOL.

Miss Arkansas

I see we have dinner together and you return to Zity.

I shall consider it, your stories.

You probably tell them better than I do. Lol

Your post about Disneyland was duly “mulled” over, like wine. 😃 You truly are a lovely compassionate lady, Memories that family will probably treasure forever.

As to your new “Erector set” It sounds great. Would love to see it in action. Hopefully you will keep us posted on Trel's further adventures on it. 😃

Okay, so I am totally doing this against my will. 😜. And I've asked permission but have yet to hear back from ‘her’. So.

Many moons ago I was in a pretty long standing (especially for me) relationship with a person on this site and we will call her Faith. (That doesn't give away anything I bet.)

Okay brief pause. I'm sarcastic as hell and you would be too if you lived with that woman for four years.

She kind of saved me from myself, but I didn't appreciate it much. My fetish, if you will, is brutal. I love to endure pain. It gets me off. I prefer to get rather drunk and then have one or two people tie me up and use me as punching bag, or whipping stand, or however. And I truly wanted to be taken to unconsciousness and then fucked hard wherever until they have had enough and then to just be left alone.

Yes, I know, scary as fuck. But this was my choice of drug back then. And our hero found me one night after a rather brutal night out. My eyes were swollen and lip cut open. I was bruised pretty much everywhere. Her comment to her friend was simply, “is she dead?”

I did hear call 911 and I spoke up and said no. I was fine. And all I heard was “sure you are. You are pretty fucked up.”

I said “You should see the other guys.” I tried to laugh, It hurt. Next thing I know is that some clothes were on me and it was cold and I was dropped into the back seat of a pretty nice car. Next thing I remember was waking up, like three days later. A hot red head was standing there with two other women. One a doctor who was finishing taping up my ribs. I had some stitches I later found. While the doctor and redhead left there was one that was still there. I tried to get up and was told that if you tried she was to hit me in the face. Because I liked that. I thought, now this place is hard core, I could like it.

I later that evening found out who my rescuer was, Faith, and my caregiver was actually a blind girl who, I thought at the time, worked for Faith. I didn't know she was a sub in training. There were several nights of discussion and as I got better I was demanding some intense physical attention, and Faith wouldn't budge. And I was a bitch, I thought. Then I met full on bitch one evening. I said something wrong and the wrath of Faith fell upon me. And I was amazed that the mouth on this classy woman would have embarrassed a sailor and half the fleet.

And I got my wish. I was taken into the family room, stripped naked, my wrists tied together and then taken above my head by rope through a pulley and to a tie point on the far wall. My legs were spread and a bar set between my ankles. I was lifted up just enough so the stress was all on my shoulders and I could sway a bit. By this time my bruises had faded and Miss Faith made the comment that I had a lovely clean canvass.

Not for long.

I was called ungrateful for the care I had received and it was time to learn some respect for the caregiver and the home owner. And that's when I fell in love. That first crack of that leather flogger across my bare back. The sting was pure and electric. My breath sucked down my throat. The next swat wrapped around my side and under my tits and the electric shot through my side and out the other side. I mean there was no warming up. We started out at high octane and it just got better (?). My back after forty minutes was completely red with many criss-cross stripes making the purple lines stand out. My stomach was the same patchwork. My thighs ached and stung. I was dripping wet with sweat and cum and piss. A puddle forming on the floor under me.

Then the rod and crop came out. My breasts and cunt and ass got new strips and a new form of pain came into my life. And yes dear reader I wanted to pass out but she kept me awake and focused. With each session she told me why I was earning this and what to expect and she didn't disappoint. The hour and a half did in fact break me. I thought it couldn't happen. But she did it. She was patient and direct and took my every attempt to smart back as an invitation to turn it up to eleven.

When I finally came down I couldn't stand. And I'm not sure big. 5'4" and about 110 lbs.

I was carried up to a warm tub and let soaked. There was something in the water that calmed my yelling skin and screaming out of my brain. Lavender scent everywhere. I was never left for long. My back was washed and rubbed and my legs and stomach as well. My breasts were washed and cream was rubbed into them. Once out I was dried off by Miss Faith and she asked me what I had learned. I smiled and said, don't piss you off at dinner. We both laughed. She never got back talked by me ever again and to this day I respect her for her and for her friendship.

Sex? Oh hell yes we have had sex. Anyway and however with whatever and with whoever. The more bizarre the more I love it. I was never disappointed while under her watchful eye. And yes people as much as she likes to participate she adores watching as well. Sitting in her chair while others hump like rabbits to impress her. She sits and watches and possibly masturbates at the scene. But I know what interests her the most and those are our secrets.

Anyway, what is it she calls us. Oh yeah. Filthy Animals. LOL

Read this. And yes I showed it to Faith for her approval. I was told I wasn't under spell any longer and could do whatever I wished.

There you go.

Well there you go for round one. And @Miss_Arkansas is in the house.

@Faith red hair and a heart of gold. I am a follower here and you probably have some kids out there wishing that the force be with you.

Hey! @Faith , why dontcha tell these very interested people about our cruise to the Caribbean?

As I remember that was hella fun.

See, that's me poking the bear.

I am impressed, and somewhat humbled @Miss_Arkansas. That was one hell of an introduction to your savior. You are a lady of incredible stamina and fortitude. I am glad you came out the other side of that tempest. Kudos to both of you.

Okay, it's almost 11 PM here. And me trying to do things on a phone call are damn near impossible because digital to analog sound becomes just a jumble of sounds as I try to watch my translator keep up, as I try and read the conversation as well as speak to the individual on the other end. Anyone I deal with regularly knows this and speaks slowly and waits for me.

So call comes in a 10:15. My caterer for my Christmas party Saturday night. And they are trying to bail on me or charge me more. And fast talking me way after hours just leads to me handing the phone to Trel. Once they take a break from excuses and digging for more gold…she says, and I quote.

Miss (insert my last name) no longer wishes to hear your continued sad song about what you can't do or finish on time. She has asked me to inform you, your manager, the owner of your business, your next of kin, the pastor, priest, or rabbi of your church that she no longer gives a fuck.

Get your head out of your asses and get your fucking job done. She expects a call by 9:00 AM that this issue has been resolved or (pause) at 9:15 AM you will be contacted with a court order that will close you down for the rest of the holiday season and you will not be able to service any of your other contracts until our arrangement has been settled to OUR satisfaction.

Have a lovely evening. (Click)

She learns very quickly.

Everyone needs a Trel.

Hi Faith and Ya'll!!!!,

Always fun tuning into zity… ‘never know what I’m getting into!!! Thanks the Eternal for “Whiskey!!!!” 'Just makes it more interesting……

Here this “Red head Thread” is just the latest of a couple.. that seems to be spinoff's of the original “A Friendship Changes!!” …. I have been here since the beginning…. that was 162 or so pages ago…… Now, we go on….

BTW That beginning for “A Friendship Changes” got started by Cedar and Lora now back on 22January2014… If you have trouble with the Math … in a few weeks that will be “9 Spins around our Sun!!!!!!!!”

With a twist!!!,

highwater

Okay. What you all have been hanging around here for.

The relationship between myself and Trel is one of balance. We are not romantically involved. Do we have sex? Yes on occasion and absolutely yes. How could one NOT be attracted to her. She is beautiful. Not only body and face but of soul as well. We are living within the confines of D/s life. And no she is not my slave. Good Lord. But she is basically my Pet. Not a pony or puppy or cat. But my pet. It is a different kind of respect for all the services she provides to me. Her submissiveness to me and her servitude is given freely because of her desire to serve me and only me at this time. And because of the nature of her training and her past adventure with her former ‘Master’, she has required needs that I'm responsible for.

Safe care, safe place, food, health care, a salary she earns as my personal assistant. Attention from time to time and also review, discipline, and punishment for errors. I hope that keeps things in proper perspective for everyone.

Last week I was approached by said Trel and she informed me that she had a desire for discipline soon. I told we could talk about it and she let me know that the request was because it had been too long and she needed the reinforcement that she was doing a good job for me and believed that her probationary period had expired and she was in fact due for a discipline session. I agreed and we made a schedule for late afternoon Sunday. After the first round of football and before the late evening game. Hey I have my needs too.

So at about four I hear an “excuse me.”

I turn to see my pet prepared for her discipline session. I was struck by what she was wearing. She stood very still and I found myself just simply staring at her. Her body was wrapped and or encased with snugly fitted leather straps. About her thighs, stomach, between her breasts, onto her upper and lower arms. It was sensual as hell. Her collar was on and her wrists and ankles wrapped with bondage bracers. She looked up and asked, “With your permission.” Which simply means that she is ready to get started.

Well who am I to make someone beg.

I snapped on her leash and we headed for the basement playroom/dungeon/examination room/ and whatever else comes to mind about BDSM and discipline. Once down stairs I found things already prepared and laid out for examination, even my workout things had been laid out along with harness and choice of girl cocks and devices.

The chosen working device was the upgraded saw horse. Or the breeding bench that I've named it. You remember @Miss_Arkansas . Trel waited and then I nodded for her to mount and she did. Her leather straps had all the proper securing rings at all the proper places that made securing her much quicker. I asked her about safe signals and she declined. Good Girl. I know her limits plus one. Once locked down good I gave her something to watch as I disrobed for her and put on the desired clothing. Tight spandex runners shorts, spandex sports bra, thigh high leather cavalry heeled boots (lace up) and the gloves, above the elbow gloves. I tide my hair back and then ran my gloved hands over her body. All exposed and accessible. I slowly ran my hands down from her neck, down her back, over the curve of her rump, and down the backs of her thighs. It was a long process which cause a huge crop of goose bumps. I drug a finger over the bottoms of her feet and she jerked just a bit…ah ticklish here. Hmmm.

Once satisfied I came to her head and smiled at her. She opened her mouth and I placed the gag into her mouth and secured it firmly behind her head. The I ran a long thin chain through a floor anchor and attached clamps to it and secured those on each of Trels nipples and tightened to cause a bit of pulling and stretching. So each jerk would cause her to self set the teeth of the clamps. (Yes I'm actually evil)

And with… Shall we begin? We began.

We started out with a light flogger just to get her loosened up. This one of deer skin just reddens her skin to a lovely shade. No real stripes or deep bruising. I don't like overly bruising my girls. Her back, shoulders, arms, and stomach with some contact with her tits as well. Turned her to a lovely reddish shade. Then I went to the heavier leather flogger for her ass and thighs. I gave her more firm strikes here as she is accustom to these. But I can make her jerk even if she IS used to it. This did the job and lit her ass and backs of her thighs bright red. I careful made direct contact to the insides of both her thighs and that brought some tears out. Her inner thighs are so soft and lovely to touch.

During a cool down period I did caress her slit with my gloved finger and found out just how damp she was. And yes she was enjoying herself. She even tried to press to my fingers which earned her a very hard hand slap to that lovely red round rump. (Like how I said that?) Before starting the next session I lubed her ass up and a butt plug and allowed her to endure my slow effort to fill her asshole with 2.0 plug. It's bigger than her normal one but she accepted it. I believe I felt a grunt or two. And now the rod and crop came out.

I welted her ass and thighs and even gave her feet bottoms a few swats to keep her on her toes. (Sorry about that) I also cropped her pussy and her tits some. She is so responsive and appreciative. I did notice she was leaking a bit down her thighs. I so wanted to lick that up and lick her but we had things to do. The swats and crops continued and the sweat began dripping off her back and down her arms. I could see trails down her breasts and I could follow the drip paths on the floor. She was now so excited that her thighs had a stream down them and dripped from her knees. We continued until I saw her weight fully on the center beam. Her arm had released the weight and she was now down on the beam. The chain to her nipples had some slack.

She was tiring down. I walked so she could see me. I asked if she had had enough. And just like @Miss_Arkansas there was a shake of the head.. no.

I went back to her ass and pulled the plug free. I then finger lubed her hole once again and set a fairly long string of anal beads of various sizes into her ass as deep as I could and still have a pull cord exposed. I then stepped into my harness and picked out the appropriate girl cock and stood behind her between the redden and striped thighs and ass cheeks. I slowly rubbed her slit from her anus down over her sex hole and against her clit. I just rubbed slowly. Her responses are incredible. I think she orgasmed right there and then. I finally directed my girl cock into her pussy and press until my stomach was against her ass cheeks. I held for a bit and then we fucked. And it was not love making in the least. It was a flat out you are my bitch and you belong to me fuck. It was aggressive and it was hard. When she began accepting me too easily I switched to a longer and fatter cock and mounted her again. This went on for four cocks. And when I was finished her head was drooping some and her body was relaxed or worn out. She was just there laying on the beam and her arms and legs secured and holding her on the bench.

The puddle on the floor was filled with creamy juice as well as others. I dismounted her and checked on her and yes she was finished. No desire to continue. Once the gag came out the first thing she said was… Thank you MIss. I used that woman completely and she thanked me. And yes I've been in this game for what seems like forever but to have this person, who's only wishes are to serve me however she can, thanks me for her discipline. Well that is a loyalty that is very rare. And those of you with this type of experience truly do understand its significance.

I got her loose of her confinements and, slowly, we walked up to the master bedroom and she had a long bath. Lots of lavender scent in the room and steam. I put soothing crystals in the water to help her relax. After an hour I got her out and helped her towel off and brushed her hair and put her to bed. The I went and showered and then headed back down stairs to watch football. After about three hours I saw my Trel, wrapped in her warm robe and all she said was…. Pizza.

@Faith, of couse I remember and I never wanted you to stop. Silly Mistress, pain is for subs.

@Faith that was beautiful and worthy of you. 🌹

@Faith that was an awesome post and your Trel sounds like a very sexy woman who is lucky to have you. 😎

@Faith, of couse I remember and I never wanted you to stop. Silly Mistress, pain is for subs.

@Miss_Arkansas isn't that sassing your Mistress? I have no idea what constitutes BDSM or D/s and only vague ideas of the rules of those types of relationships. Do you worry about that or are you too far away to be disciplined for that or are you trying to get some attention?

A beautiful post @Faith . Sounds like a wonderful way to while away a few hours. Trel is lucky to have such a considerate “employer”.