Subject: How Utterly Gauche of You

To: Client 108954d

You have abused my generosity and I am blocking you.

Rest assured I will be reporting you to my colleagues so that no one ever again deigns to show you any largesse.

I do hope you remember what you did the next time someone cheats you or steals from you or underpays you.

Because Karma is a bitch. And so are you.

Mistress Angela

PS. Did you know that, if you are a cheap tipper, your waitperson might very well spit in your food?

I hate when a caller disappoints me with banal indiscretions and bad manners. I double hate it when they’ve said they are submissive, that they put women on a pedestal, that they adore you, blah blah blah.

This curb crawler actually utilized five free minutes I’d sent him, due to a call dropping (customer service is everything, dontcha know?), and talked for one more minute before hanging up.

Hanging. The. Fuck. Up. On. Me.

Client 108954d has been deep-sixed.

Happy Easter!

xo, Angela

Usually when I do a #FeedbackFriday I am featuring actual reviews I’ve received for the FemDom adventures I’ve taken my wonderful and appreciative callers on. But my boys do communicate with me outside of those calls and I’ve been collecting them. These are from texts, emails, twitter and private messages. And this is why I adore these guys just as much as they adore me (even if I do occasionally make them masturbate into the circle I made them draw on the wall):

I obsess about you.
I want to be broken and violated by you.
I want to surrender beyond my imagining.

My beautiful owner makes me proud to be a slave, long to bear her marks, and strive to be worthy of service.

You own me by right of conquest and hold me by silken bonds.
All that I am is yours to take and to use.

You spoil me with your gracious affection and erotic attention.
You intrigue me with your philosophy and humor.
You are something very special, dearest Angel.

?? always a great day knowing I belong to you. ??

My sun. My moon. My world. You are these and more, and I am completely yours.

You are a lovely Mistress. And the most joyous words I can ever say are: “I am Angela’s”

I am ever more enamored of you.
I will always belong to you.

Dear Cruel Mistress
I am insane with lust for you.
I want to eat you. I want to taste every part of your woman’s body.
I want to taste my bloody lips from your kiss.
I want to be covered in you.
I want to explode within you and clean you with my tongue.
I want to be whipped and pegged.
I want tears of pain, tears of frustration, tears of relief, and tears of joy.

Sometimes I am embarrassed that a text can make me hard. Not this time.

You are a stunning version of human virtue and sexuality. Any man would be honored to know you, and should be overloaded with joy. I am. And I am thankful to have been accepted.

Thank you for cuckolding me tonight.
I am greedy for your passion,
for a chance to dive in to your head and be destroyed.
My senses are starved for you.

On Beauty

Kahlil Gibran

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, “Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us.”
And the passionate say, “Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.”

The tired and the weary say, “Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow.”
But the restless say, “We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions.”

At night the watchmen of the city say, “Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.”
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say,
“We have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset.”

In winter say the snow-bound, “She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills.”
And in the summer heat the reapers say,
“We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves,
and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.”
All these things have you said of beauty,
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

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visual feminine beatitudes