raviroyx
08-28-2006, 7:05 AM
After years of search I managed to find a 26-year old lady in the most elegant circles of prostitution, who is known as a REAL Domina, and who can only be paid by very well off gentleman because of her unrivalled beauty and her endless wealth of ideas.It was rumoured that one night with this woman cost 10,000 German Marks. Imagine how rich She is at present, She has been in domination buissness since the age of 14. She is probably one of the richest woman of the country and with that money she controls the local government like her pet dog. It is not a lie that many a time she has ended the lives of those who opposed her or dared to defy her authority. She really enjoys showing off her power over the government officials and for that She has litreally made the top govt officials even the head of state to lick the dirt off her boots in presence of hundereds of shocked onlookers.
I met this woman - we will call her Gabi - after a lot of difficulties, in a luxurious villa on the outskirts of ****(name of place cannot be disclosed). The property was protected by two watchdogs and the door was only opened after I had rung the bell three times, by a plump housekeeper with greasy hair and thick glasses.
"Madam will see you in her work-out room in the basement!" she greeted me in a nasal tone of voice.
The mysterious beauty was sitting on a bench with weights and dumbbells in a modern workout room, with all sorts of machines, gadgets, and a whirlpool.
10,000 Marks for this more than perfect woman was certainly not enough, that was quite clear.
She was wearing an incredibly low-cut Aerobic-suit, and her curves were even more emphasised by a tight belt. Her endlessly long legs were covered by fishnet tights, which is an unusual outfit for working out, but a charming one.
Her naturally blonde hair was dyed black, very much to my surprise.
She was about 5ft 10 inches tall, had a very fit body, and her large almond-shaped eyes gave her face a fascinating look in combination with her high cheek-bones!
After having exchanged greetings I instantly got to the point:
R: "Madam, I will give you my word of honour as a journalist, that anything you say will be treated confidentially and we will never reveal your identity!"
Gabi: "All right."
R: "All right!"
G: "What is it you wanted to know so desperately?"
R: "You are known far and wide as a passionate Domina, who honestly enjoys sadism, and as we've found out, you are also an energetic and brilliant Perforce and Military rider. Is there any connection between the two?"
G: hesitantly: "Well, maybe."
R: "Some say that you also treat your riding-horses very, well, let's say strictly!"
G: "Who says that?"
R: "Don't worry, that was not meant to be a reproach - as a magazine about the RIDING CULT we are especially interested in why women do a thing like that."
G: "Let's put it this way - I don't spare my horses!"
R: "What exactly do you mean by that?"
G: indignant: "Well, if you have to ask such indiscreet and stupid questions - I don't only enjoy torturing men, but also animals - but this isn't relevant!"
R: "Oh, yes, that's what we are most interested in."
G: laughing: "Me too!"
R: surprised: "What do you mean?"
G: "If you are being strict with someone, against their will, it feels really good!"
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R: "What you are trying to say, is that you prefer tormenting a horse to a man." (Then I remembered the two watchdogs that had to live a miserable life at the ends of very short chains in order to protect her!)
G: "Yes, because a man, or client, lets himself be tortured voluntarily, and even pays for it, so I really do him a favour. My horse on the other hand certainly doesn't enjoy being tormented with whips and spurs!"
R: "And this satisfies you?"
G: "Yes, when going for a ride I can really vent all my aggressions. It really turns me on, that these animals can't defend themselves."
R: "And if you could flog a person against his will, how would that be?"
G: "Oh, great, but nowadays I rearely find anyone who dares to oppose my will, If I want to flog them they submit themselves at my feet, knowing that what I have done to those who opposed me and this really turns me off, I enjoy breaking someone who puts some kind of resistance. That’s real Domnance you see.
R: "So can you please tell me about a particular incident ?"
G: Thinking and hesitating for a long time.
R: "Please, tell me."
G: "All right, I will tell u about this incident which took place in another country!"
R: "When and where?"
G: "I don't know if I ought to tell you!"
R: "You've got my word of honour - you are anonymous!"
G: "Well, a year ago I was in Laos for three months. I had been invited by a rich client, and there they had - which is quite common there - a boy for me."
R: "And what did you do to him?"
G: "He was a young Negro-boy, who are regarded as slaves down there and are also treated that way. His mother was working as a cook in the house and the boy was completely at my disposal!"
R: "Without limitations?"
G: "Totally - I could do whatever I wanted with him!"
R: "Tell me more about it!"
G: "At first I was a bit inhibited, but after a while I really enjoyed harassing him."
R: "What do you mean by harassing?"
G: " Well, I kept persecuting him wherever I could. For example, I would let him stand next to me - naked-while I was sunbathing by the pool and he would have to stand there - motionless - and hold my drink for hours!"
R: "That was all?"
G: laughing: "There is a lot more to come. On the 4th day I let him do push ups right in front of me, while I was sitting on a chair wearing a very short skirt and high heels. I noticed how he kept staring at my crossed legs. I ordered him to get up and stand very still in front of me, and then I noticed that he had an erection."
R: (with a look at her thighs) "I can well imagine that - and what did you do then?"
G: "I took my riding-switch and punished him, of course! "
R: "How did you do that?"
G: smiling: "I made him kneel down, and slapped his face!"
R: "With your switch?"
G: "Sure!"
R: "And you enjoyed that?"
G: "I loved it, especially when his mother, hearing the screams, came running out, and threw herself at my feet and begged for her son.After her attempts went in vain She started to Lick my boots to pray for forgiveness"
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R: "Was she successful?"
G: "I beat him even harder, naturally."
R: "Did you beat his mother as well?"
G: "Not then."
R: "Later?"
G: "Quite a lot, actually - she was whining so miserably that was real fun!"
R: "Fun?"
G: (Throwing back her head cockily and smiling) "Very much so, the little one was crying and his mother was whining!"
R: "And your host allowed that?"
G: "He even urged me on. He actually enjoyed it, the old swine!"
R: "Didn't you feel sorry for these poor slaves at all?"
G: "Not at all, that's what they were there for? They were there for serving me and that’s what I made them do"
R: "Tell us about some more incidents you have experienced!"
G: (thinking) "Well, my favourite activity there was the ape-hunt."
R: "Why apes?"
G: "First of all, there were a lot of them secondly; one almost got the feeling that one was shooting people, and thirdly; one could actually see their fear of death when chasing them!"
R: "How are they chased?"
G: "By horse, of course. Using dogs, you drive them out into an open field, and then they are chased until they can't run any more - then you shoot them from the horse!"
R: "That's a really cruel sport!"
G: "Yes, but exciting. The dogs had brought an ape to a standstill, and when I rode up to him to shoot him, he knew that he was going to die - he was shutting his eyes like a human being!"
R: "And did you shoot him?"
G: "Of course, with great pleasure!" (She smiled seductively.)
R: "And then?"
G: "He was too heavy to lift onto the horse, so I just left him there. Apart from that I had already shot three chimpanzees, and they were tied to my saddle."
R: "So his death was quite pointless."
G: (smiling nastily) "Not at all. I enjoyed it, and his life was a small price to pay for my pleasure!"
R: "Well, let's go back to the little Negro-boy. What else did you do to him?"
G: (she rolled her eyes) "Well, as there wasn't really anything to do there apart from hunting, I had a lot of time to occupy myself with the little Negro."
R: "What did you do with him?"
G: "Oh, the usual stuff: playing horse and rider, letting him crawl, do knee-bends, push-ups - whatever I would come up, with when I was bored!"
R: "What did his mother say about the fact that a strange girl was tormenting her son all day long'"
G: "The old bat kept moaning all the time and licking my feet, so that I would have mercy on her son, until I really had enough!"
R: "What happened then?"
G: "I struck her with the whip a few times, and she let me in peace for a while."
R: "It must have been terrible for the mother!"
G: (Full of contempt) "I guess so - one day I had a really good idea: I put him in front of a little carriage and let him pull me, and his mother had to sit next to me."
R: "Did you beat the little one?"
G: "Oh, yes - the more his mother was whining, the faster he had to run. At that time I was really wild and wanton, and I was beating him until his back was black and blue, because he was not fast enough."
R: "What were you wearing?"
G: (thinking) "A Leather hotpants (they r my favorite) with leather jakit and of course Boots with razor sharp heels"
R: "And he?"
G: "He was naked and had a hard-on, like always when I was wearing very little."
R: "How did that ride end?"
G: "He could not pull any more, and his mother had to help him so that I would not have to walk."
R: "Were you still beating the two of them?"
G: "Hardly, I only wanted to get home."
R: "Did you get home?"
G: "Yes, but very slowly, I had gone too far away, they almost did not make it. The little one kept tripping and had foam coming out of his mouth; I really thought he'd had it for good!"
R: "One more incident, please!"
G: "No, enough, I've already told you too much. Don't you dare play this tape to anyone, I've got influential pets. I can end your life anytime I wish, you know I suppose!"
R: "I know Madam, I am nothing more than a servant in front of you.But may I print the interview without giving your name? Nobody will know who you are, anyway!"
G: "That's all right!"
R: "You're smiling so nicely - I'm sure you haven't told me everything, yet!"
G: (She wrapped herself into a towel, which obscured the sight of her divine legs.) "Well, once the boy had to beat his mother!"
R: (truly shocked) "Why was that?"
G: "The old bat came into my room one morning without knocking, to bring me breakfast. I was standing there completely naked, doing my make-up."
R: "And that was reason enough to have her flogged by her own son - was it really that bad?"
G: "Bad enough. I instantly had her tied to a tree in the court, hands up, blouse off - and the little one had to give her ten whip-lashes with my riding-switch, and for every one that was too light, two more!"
R: "How many altogether?"
G: "Exactly!"
R: "I can't imagine that he did that!"
G: (laughing nastily) "He did!"
R: "You said 'instantly' before, what clothing did you put on so quickly?"
G: "A small tanga and high heels!"
R: "Nothing else?"
G: "No, if the old woman wants to see me naked, why not? Let her be eaten up with envy!"
R: "And your boyfriend."
G: "He was watching on the camera from another room."
R: "Were you satisfied then?"
G: "I really enjoyed it."
R: "What about the son?"
G: "He was wailing and whining."
R: "Quite understandable, when you have to flog your own mother."
G: "But in the end he was absolutely overjoyed!"
R: (astonished) "Why?"
G: "Well he and his mother got the honour of dying at my feet."
R: "I cant belive it, you killed them?"
G:” Yes I did, and that too during the birthday party of my host. Actually many of my regular slaves or you can call them my customers, insisted that I put on a very cruel show of dominance as a gift to the birthday-boy and also told me that It would be a pleasure to see me kill.”
R: “What were you wearing that evening?”
G: “Well It was obviously a leather dress, a leather trousers alongwith matching top and a very sexy pair of boots. Actually they are my favorite boots, they r a gift from one of my customers. What is unique about them is, the sharp heels are made of pure gold and the boots have gold chains hanging from them along with sharp spikes.”
R: “How did you kill them, with a gun?”
G: ”Of course not, if I would have shot them they would have died instantly and that’s not so interesting. For your information I will tell u just this much that both of them were killed by my legs“
R: “Please be more specefic, If you don’t mind”.
G: “Well after tourturing them for around two hours, I stamped my heel with all my power over the face of the boy and he was history. I really enjoyed the cracking sound of his facial bones. The mother died of suffocation as I grabbed her upper torso between my thighs tightning my grip till she vomited blood several times and finally passed away”
This is an original interview. I have the express permission of the lady (her real name is not Gabi).
I met this woman - we will call her Gabi - after a lot of difficulties, in a luxurious villa on the outskirts of ****(name of place cannot be disclosed). The property was protected by two watchdogs and the door was only opened after I had rung the bell three times, by a plump housekeeper with greasy hair and thick glasses.
"Madam will see you in her work-out room in the basement!" she greeted me in a nasal tone of voice.
The mysterious beauty was sitting on a bench with weights and dumbbells in a modern workout room, with all sorts of machines, gadgets, and a whirlpool.
10,000 Marks for this more than perfect woman was certainly not enough, that was quite clear.
She was wearing an incredibly low-cut Aerobic-suit, and her curves were even more emphasised by a tight belt. Her endlessly long legs were covered by fishnet tights, which is an unusual outfit for working out, but a charming one.
Her naturally blonde hair was dyed black, very much to my surprise.
She was about 5ft 10 inches tall, had a very fit body, and her large almond-shaped eyes gave her face a fascinating look in combination with her high cheek-bones!
After having exchanged greetings I instantly got to the point:
R: "Madam, I will give you my word of honour as a journalist, that anything you say will be treated confidentially and we will never reveal your identity!"
Gabi: "All right."
R: "All right!"
G: "What is it you wanted to know so desperately?"
R: "You are known far and wide as a passionate Domina, who honestly enjoys sadism, and as we've found out, you are also an energetic and brilliant Perforce and Military rider. Is there any connection between the two?"
G: hesitantly: "Well, maybe."
R: "Some say that you also treat your riding-horses very, well, let's say strictly!"
G: "Who says that?"
R: "Don't worry, that was not meant to be a reproach - as a magazine about the RIDING CULT we are especially interested in why women do a thing like that."
G: "Let's put it this way - I don't spare my horses!"
R: "What exactly do you mean by that?"
G: indignant: "Well, if you have to ask such indiscreet and stupid questions - I don't only enjoy torturing men, but also animals - but this isn't relevant!"
R: "Oh, yes, that's what we are most interested in."
G: laughing: "Me too!"
R: surprised: "What do you mean?"
G: "If you are being strict with someone, against their will, it feels really good!"
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R: "What you are trying to say, is that you prefer tormenting a horse to a man." (Then I remembered the two watchdogs that had to live a miserable life at the ends of very short chains in order to protect her!)
G: "Yes, because a man, or client, lets himself be tortured voluntarily, and even pays for it, so I really do him a favour. My horse on the other hand certainly doesn't enjoy being tormented with whips and spurs!"
R: "And this satisfies you?"
G: "Yes, when going for a ride I can really vent all my aggressions. It really turns me on, that these animals can't defend themselves."
R: "And if you could flog a person against his will, how would that be?"
G: "Oh, great, but nowadays I rearely find anyone who dares to oppose my will, If I want to flog them they submit themselves at my feet, knowing that what I have done to those who opposed me and this really turns me off, I enjoy breaking someone who puts some kind of resistance. That’s real Domnance you see.
R: "So can you please tell me about a particular incident ?"
G: Thinking and hesitating for a long time.
R: "Please, tell me."
G: "All right, I will tell u about this incident which took place in another country!"
R: "When and where?"
G: "I don't know if I ought to tell you!"
R: "You've got my word of honour - you are anonymous!"
G: "Well, a year ago I was in Laos for three months. I had been invited by a rich client, and there they had - which is quite common there - a boy for me."
R: "And what did you do to him?"
G: "He was a young Negro-boy, who are regarded as slaves down there and are also treated that way. His mother was working as a cook in the house and the boy was completely at my disposal!"
R: "Without limitations?"
G: "Totally - I could do whatever I wanted with him!"
R: "Tell me more about it!"
G: "At first I was a bit inhibited, but after a while I really enjoyed harassing him."
R: "What do you mean by harassing?"
G: " Well, I kept persecuting him wherever I could. For example, I would let him stand next to me - naked-while I was sunbathing by the pool and he would have to stand there - motionless - and hold my drink for hours!"
R: "That was all?"
G: laughing: "There is a lot more to come. On the 4th day I let him do push ups right in front of me, while I was sitting on a chair wearing a very short skirt and high heels. I noticed how he kept staring at my crossed legs. I ordered him to get up and stand very still in front of me, and then I noticed that he had an erection."
R: (with a look at her thighs) "I can well imagine that - and what did you do then?"
G: "I took my riding-switch and punished him, of course! "
R: "How did you do that?"
G: smiling: "I made him kneel down, and slapped his face!"
R: "With your switch?"
G: "Sure!"
R: "And you enjoyed that?"
G: "I loved it, especially when his mother, hearing the screams, came running out, and threw herself at my feet and begged for her son.After her attempts went in vain She started to Lick my boots to pray for forgiveness"
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R: "Was she successful?"
G: "I beat him even harder, naturally."
R: "Did you beat his mother as well?"
G: "Not then."
R: "Later?"
G: "Quite a lot, actually - she was whining so miserably that was real fun!"
R: "Fun?"
G: (Throwing back her head cockily and smiling) "Very much so, the little one was crying and his mother was whining!"
R: "And your host allowed that?"
G: "He even urged me on. He actually enjoyed it, the old swine!"
R: "Didn't you feel sorry for these poor slaves at all?"
G: "Not at all, that's what they were there for? They were there for serving me and that’s what I made them do"
R: "Tell us about some more incidents you have experienced!"
G: (thinking) "Well, my favourite activity there was the ape-hunt."
R: "Why apes?"
G: "First of all, there were a lot of them secondly; one almost got the feeling that one was shooting people, and thirdly; one could actually see their fear of death when chasing them!"
R: "How are they chased?"
G: "By horse, of course. Using dogs, you drive them out into an open field, and then they are chased until they can't run any more - then you shoot them from the horse!"
R: "That's a really cruel sport!"
G: "Yes, but exciting. The dogs had brought an ape to a standstill, and when I rode up to him to shoot him, he knew that he was going to die - he was shutting his eyes like a human being!"
R: "And did you shoot him?"
G: "Of course, with great pleasure!" (She smiled seductively.)
R: "And then?"
G: "He was too heavy to lift onto the horse, so I just left him there. Apart from that I had already shot three chimpanzees, and they were tied to my saddle."
R: "So his death was quite pointless."
G: (smiling nastily) "Not at all. I enjoyed it, and his life was a small price to pay for my pleasure!"
R: "Well, let's go back to the little Negro-boy. What else did you do to him?"
G: (she rolled her eyes) "Well, as there wasn't really anything to do there apart from hunting, I had a lot of time to occupy myself with the little Negro."
R: "What did you do with him?"
G: "Oh, the usual stuff: playing horse and rider, letting him crawl, do knee-bends, push-ups - whatever I would come up, with when I was bored!"
R: "What did his mother say about the fact that a strange girl was tormenting her son all day long'"
G: "The old bat kept moaning all the time and licking my feet, so that I would have mercy on her son, until I really had enough!"
R: "What happened then?"
G: "I struck her with the whip a few times, and she let me in peace for a while."
R: "It must have been terrible for the mother!"
G: (Full of contempt) "I guess so - one day I had a really good idea: I put him in front of a little carriage and let him pull me, and his mother had to sit next to me."
R: "Did you beat the little one?"
G: "Oh, yes - the more his mother was whining, the faster he had to run. At that time I was really wild and wanton, and I was beating him until his back was black and blue, because he was not fast enough."
R: "What were you wearing?"
G: (thinking) "A Leather hotpants (they r my favorite) with leather jakit and of course Boots with razor sharp heels"
R: "And he?"
G: "He was naked and had a hard-on, like always when I was wearing very little."
R: "How did that ride end?"
G: "He could not pull any more, and his mother had to help him so that I would not have to walk."
R: "Were you still beating the two of them?"
G: "Hardly, I only wanted to get home."
R: "Did you get home?"
G: "Yes, but very slowly, I had gone too far away, they almost did not make it. The little one kept tripping and had foam coming out of his mouth; I really thought he'd had it for good!"
R: "One more incident, please!"
G: "No, enough, I've already told you too much. Don't you dare play this tape to anyone, I've got influential pets. I can end your life anytime I wish, you know I suppose!"
R: "I know Madam, I am nothing more than a servant in front of you.But may I print the interview without giving your name? Nobody will know who you are, anyway!"
G: "That's all right!"
R: "You're smiling so nicely - I'm sure you haven't told me everything, yet!"
G: (She wrapped herself into a towel, which obscured the sight of her divine legs.) "Well, once the boy had to beat his mother!"
R: (truly shocked) "Why was that?"
G: "The old bat came into my room one morning without knocking, to bring me breakfast. I was standing there completely naked, doing my make-up."
R: "And that was reason enough to have her flogged by her own son - was it really that bad?"
G: "Bad enough. I instantly had her tied to a tree in the court, hands up, blouse off - and the little one had to give her ten whip-lashes with my riding-switch, and for every one that was too light, two more!"
R: "How many altogether?"
G: "Exactly!"
R: "I can't imagine that he did that!"
G: (laughing nastily) "He did!"
R: "You said 'instantly' before, what clothing did you put on so quickly?"
G: "A small tanga and high heels!"
R: "Nothing else?"
G: "No, if the old woman wants to see me naked, why not? Let her be eaten up with envy!"
R: "And your boyfriend."
G: "He was watching on the camera from another room."
R: "Were you satisfied then?"
G: "I really enjoyed it."
R: "What about the son?"
G: "He was wailing and whining."
R: "Quite understandable, when you have to flog your own mother."
G: "But in the end he was absolutely overjoyed!"
R: (astonished) "Why?"
G: "Well he and his mother got the honour of dying at my feet."
R: "I cant belive it, you killed them?"
G:” Yes I did, and that too during the birthday party of my host. Actually many of my regular slaves or you can call them my customers, insisted that I put on a very cruel show of dominance as a gift to the birthday-boy and also told me that It would be a pleasure to see me kill.”
R: “What were you wearing that evening?”
G: “Well It was obviously a leather dress, a leather trousers alongwith matching top and a very sexy pair of boots. Actually they are my favorite boots, they r a gift from one of my customers. What is unique about them is, the sharp heels are made of pure gold and the boots have gold chains hanging from them along with sharp spikes.”
R: “How did you kill them, with a gun?”
G: ”Of course not, if I would have shot them they would have died instantly and that’s not so interesting. For your information I will tell u just this much that both of them were killed by my legs“
R: “Please be more specefic, If you don’t mind”.
G: “Well after tourturing them for around two hours, I stamped my heel with all my power over the face of the boy and he was history. I really enjoyed the cracking sound of his facial bones. The mother died of suffocation as I grabbed her upper torso between my thighs tightning my grip till she vomited blood several times and finally passed away”
This is an original interview. I have the express permission of the lady (her real name is not Gabi).