Ckiara on De- Sade,Bdsm and Fetish


I am a Goddess, a.k.a. Earthly Mistress Ckiara, manifested from the desires of those who wished for my physical creation. Now you may worship me!

You will adore, fall, and fold in my presence, forever grateful that I exist… With tithes, offerings and gifts you honor me! I am ever so generous and humble yet omnipotent, with the greatest of willingness, devotion, love, you are committed to assure all that you wish, want, need, crave and desire! I am here to make sure that your prayers are answered...

Believe me! They will be answered in every delightful, debauched, epicurean and caring way, as I am just, swift, sensual and always eager to be the light of your deepest darkest journey...

I am entertained by all things you imagine I do to you! For your life has no meaning if you are not serving me! Your mind, body and soul belong to me, your whole being was created just to serve me!

I love to tease and please! I love pain when it's for the sake of pleasure...

RULES:
* Do not be in a rush for my sessions. Allow yourself enough time to fully and unhurriedly go through this experience.

*10-15 minute pre-session chat, 90 minute session 15 minute douche/shower and exit preparation.

*Read and Abide to submissive Rules

I don't simply provide a service ~ I provide an experience!

**My Obedience and feminization shorts can be accessed in my Video Room

Like I said before, I live a Bohemian, Epicurean, Tantric lifestyle and love to play with those who are like mind also those considering getting rid of the mundane and exploring... 


I'm not asking permission to enjoy myself, nor do I make excuses for my charismatic sometime mischievous behavior. 

I love to tease and please! I love pain only if it's for the sake of pleasure. The brain is the biggest sex organ; I have found 
that the more intelligent you are the more your mind seeks out all things new. Intelligence and well read don’t always go hand in hand. 


I'm here for your sensual , mind altering, body suffrage, euphoric journey. 


Lol! 



I don't simply provide a service ~ I provide an experience!  

To me there is a certain level of power and control being sadistic, being the aggressor satisfies and gives one a healthy ego. My S & M has helped heal me in many ways. You see, the humiliation and agony were not easy to inflict on a fellow human being at first, but every time I imagined people I had no respect for or who disrespected me it helped my deep-rooted rages and anger inside me. Yet, I understood that first it is consensual; there is no greater power than a power given, with trust and complete submission from one to another. I believe I’m playing a negative in positive atmosphere, stepping into the darkness. The devil’s chamber for a bit…it is so delicious!

You know even the devil has his cunning qualities! It’s the stuff of life!

To me it is not that sinister there are agreements made and it is an outlet because the being that stifles itself is liable to explode. A being that tolerates will finally grow tired... endurance is not forever!

You’ll get no judgment from just know I don’t play blood sports or brown showers under any circumstances.

A treat before I retreat:

CKIARA (She speaks as if she’s in a trance).
I knew that for me to be-deemed; “respectable.” meant also to lose myself, disown me, to blindly follow that which I did not believe to be true. I would have to submit because everyone else presumed it to be the unquestionable law. I was to be doomed in a hell, which had to be worse than that which had been promised to me by my “wise” elders?

{She seems dazed}

{She stares out in to a space and gets lost in her mind. Believe me (reader) when I say, we don‘t want to go there. She stares out for many minutes… her demeanor changes, she stands tall, walks to her room, removes her clothes, then she redresses and starts to laugh facetiously.}

Ha- ha- ha

{ Your eyes reader follow her down the hall where she crouches then reaches down and opens a hatch and walks down the ladder down into a wine cellar and finally into a gothic sadistic-masochistic dungeon, donning her latex attire.}

The screen in your mind fades to black

{She reaches her torture chamber where we revisit the three men no longer in her closet on roulette wheels; they wear dog collars and chains. She walks around and slowly inspects each of her slaves.}

CKIARA. Look at me No Name Yet!
NO NAME YET (in a meager voice). Yes mistress.
CKIARA. I was inspired to come down here and stroke my dick!

{No Name Yet starts stroking his/her penis! She watches him while she prepares by donning a strap on to her outfit. The woman then walks around him with a crop in hand, she asks him to bend over and spread his ass cheeks. He does so; she inspects his ass and rectum, she is tickled by the sight to add humor to pain and humiliation she asks him to put a rubber band around her vagina, which is really his dick. You (reader) must remember you’ve entered her private world. In her world she owns him by his own hand. He has given her rights to his very being. She then pulls back the rubber band as far as she can so that it won’t break and releases it.}

NO NAME YET (in agony). Ooh!!! Thank you. You are too kind

{Your eyes (reader) feel his pain! He is sent to his hole. She looks around picks up a flogger raises her arm and begins to use it! Ckiara orders the second slave out of his cage, walks over to the next slave, and pulls him up by his dog collar}

CKIARA (demanding). Tell me your name!
SLAVE (looks her in the eyes). Shit! My name is Shit!
CKIARA (as she slaps his face). Never look at me directly, never hesitate, and do not address me as though you are my equal. I am your goddess! Understood!
SHIT (sarcastically): Yes.

Slap!!!

SHIT (snivels and becomes humble, bowing). Yes goddess.

{Ckiara circles around him teasing him, Shit’s anticipation turns to hunger, he needs to be taken care of. He can't wait for his punishment. The woman knows it, so she waits for the hunger to turn to starvation then lifts her arm and reacts as though she will strike him but she does nothing. He needs to be filled with hurt and compassion. He wants all the benefits, compensation and compassion a victim gets, so he relives all the hurt Over and over again, just like a dose of narcotics to a junkie only his addiction is her sadistic cruelty upon him! She reacts quickly and suddenly!

The crop finds itself upon his flesh!!!

Like the yeast raises the dough, she watches his flesh swell then change colors from olive to pink to red. She smiles and gives in to her wickedness, her dark side emerges…Right before the camera of your eyes (reader) … her presence becomes deviant. She remembers and indulges in her past and present anger, pain and frustration then thinks about the poor willing fool who’ll pay the price of human madness at her hand She feels POWER!}

CKIARA (begins a dialogue) you know something Shit? I’ve been…had a lot of bad things happen in my life first at the hands of others later, by my own hand. Why do you think that is?

SHIT (in a humble tone): “I don’t…

CKIARA (interrupts) Shut up! Did I give you permission to answer? I think that deserves a good lashing…better yet; come to think of it…Umm… a caning will do. Don’t you agree Mon enclave?”

SHIT (trembling): I don’t speak French…your divine self.

CKIARA. Well neither do I. But that’s beside the point!

{She pauses and ponders. Your eyes hear a… Slap!}

CKIARA (smiling wickedly) You still haven’t learned your place. I did not order you to answer? Yet, you dare to speak to me and point out my lack of French?! When you are Shit and Shit does not speak unless I will it so! Those are my wonders to perform. I am your God!

Without me you don’t exist, unless I want you to. You worthless piece of refuse… I want to…”tap that ass.”

‘Ha, ha, ha.

{Your eyes (reader) hear the dark gothic space filled with girlish laughter that then turns maniacal. Shit walks over to an iron display case and opens the glass iron doors. Within it lays a spectacular collection of torture hand held devices, genital toys made of steel, iron, latex, rubber, woods, glass and leather.

Shit finds a bamboo cane removes it and slowly returns, kneels and hands it to his goddess……… You (reader) remain still in complete astonishment of the goings on before you. Be silent (reader) we must not let her know we are watching.

Your mind begins to question the woman’s sanity, yet you find yourself entertained by what your eyes read and your mind’s eyes see, yet in the deepest parts of your being you know you’ve participated and will continue to do so. The camera that is your leering eyes continue to join your mind record and you now participate in this sinful theatre. The woman continues with her dialogue as whimpering fills your minds ear…}

SHIT (whimpering) Thank you mistress.”
CKIARA (moderately caning him) Shut up! Did I order you to speak?”

{She stops, orders House Slave to bring her a chair. He uses his person as a seat for his beautiful goddess. The dungeon becomes dimmer then dark. The ray of light from a projector becomes apparent and a screen is before her, within it are ardent images… the woman sits and her mind begins to flow and become one with the images before her as she gazes into the screen, she looks as though she is entranced by it, but is completely mindful of her surroundings. She indulges in the sensations… The scenes pierce through her…. She looks around and feels the power of the control that has been given to her (not taken by force) also the willingness of these men who put their trust and physical beings in her hands. Her mouth waters and she sees Shit crouched over in a corner. She is moved with compassion for him.

She strokes her temporary manhood as the images before her send invisible lustful messages to her mind, making her, wet and hard with desire. The woman orders a cup of warm Tantric oil with lilac scent from No Name Yet, gestures to Shit to come to her, she then rubs his ass cheeks with her artificial tool of violence.}

CKIARA. (indulging in the depravity) Speak to me Shit. Tell me all the sensations I your creator give you. Tell me the good, the bad and that I’m the only God you’ll ever have!

{Shit remains silent}

CKIARA. (Voice becomes firm and demanding) Speak Shit, speak!
SHIT (bowing). Yes mistress.
{She slaps him lightly.}

SHIT. My apology, your divine one, I am nothing if not your disciple. Without your proper training I’d be lost. You keep me happy and alive, I am honored to be in your service and to worship you…Every time you pound in to me and make me your bitch. I am aware of the nothing I am if not here in your service, as your disciple and doormat; (however or in whatever form, manner or order) you’d like me to be!”

Ckiara (while feeling on her body with her hand interrupts and lustfully whispers) you sweet whiny bitch! Shut up!

{She stops and looks down at the welts that form a road map left by her caning him.}

CKIARA. (smiling points at a line left by her canning}

…And this is the road to Istanbul…

{Shit giggles}

CKIARA (lightly smacks him on the head) Don’t laugh!

The warm oil arrives and the house slave kneels at her feet and offers it to her, she takes it from him and pats him on the head turns to Shit and begins gently massaging it into his skin. Shit expresses through his cries, moans and groans, a mixture of both pain and pleasure…like that of an insect bite that itches terribly and annoys one so much when one actually rubs or scratches it. The sensations are stimulatingly joyful almost arousing one has to openly express the relief it brings…}

SHIT (with a sigh of relief). Oh yeah, right there!
CKIARA (stops and barks orders to House Slave).Put your hands out, now!

{House Slave puts out his hands and she pours oil upon them.}

CKIARA: “Now jack off! Masturbate! All of you make love to yourselves!”

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