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This Webpage May Contain Original Works Of Fiction, Articles, Poems, Essays And Photos Which May Be Adult In Nature, And Are The Intelectual Property Of the Owner, Mistress Evil.
© 2007 Mistress Evil. All rights reserved.
No republication, or duplication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without the express written permission of the author.
WARNING:
Please bear with Me. This page is ALWAYS under construction. I get bored easily and tinker with things a lot when I do. I AM a Real Time Mistress. I've worked hard to get to the place I'm at today. I'm very proud of My accomplishments and some will be here.
****THERE MAY BE ADULT MATERIAL ON THIS PAGE.****
There's been some confusion as to My copyright being on the profile. People obvioulsy don't have common sense. For all of those that seem to not understand the concept behind the copy right on My profile. It's for My writing. I got My pictures just like everyone else, but I sure as Heck didn't get My writing that way. Thank you to all that brought this to My attention.
~~~~~~~~RATING SYSTEM~~~~~~~~
I won't rate low if I do not feel your profile deserves to be rated low. I WILL how ever take away or minus the points you give Me from the score I would have given you.
For example: If you rate Me a 1 and I go to your profile and I feel it deserves a 10. You will get a 9 for that rate.
If You rate Me a 10, I will go look at your profile and what I decide will be what I rate. Not necessarily what you rated Me. You might think My profile is cool, but that doesn't mean I've the same likes as you. How and what I perceive and how and what you perceive are two different things.
I will also subtract points for a lot of quizzes in your profile. I want to know about you, not what some internet quiz says about you. I want to read how you see yourself. These profiles are meant to be a reflection of self.
Unless you can show Me something, (like something I saw today) where the quizes actually seem to make sense in some sort of order with a little writing to back them up, you'll get a point taken for a lot of quizzes.
If I have to highlight your words just so I can read your profile, another point will be taken. Again, unless you can show Me something that perks My interest and you'll get that point back. Then the point will be taken. I want to be able to pull up your profile and begin reading, not try to find some way to read it. Bright colors hurt My eyes. You don't like it, Not My problem. Put a font color in there that's easily read. I'm sure if you've a brain you can tinker with the font color to find one that stands out and is easily read.
I do understand there are younger readers on this sight so I won't fault anyone on their age. I will take a way a point if the profile is just plain stupid. There's a line between funny and just plain stupid. Again, if something catches My eye, you'll gain that point back.
Also, there will be a point taken for net mumbo jumbo. I don't care to see all that garbage, and yes I did say garbage. The keyboards were made with letters to be used not skipped over because you don't 'feel' like typing out the word. That actually, In *MY* view makes you look bad. When someone publilshes a book, they can not use net talk, or the book will never be published. These profiles are your book of yourself. I don't need to read all the single letter words that you think make up a sentence. I'm extremely harsh on grammar. I won't let Our slave take the lazy mans way out, and I don't expect to read it either.
IF your page slows down MY computer yet another point will be taken. I've actually had My computer freeze up, and I've had to reboot because I pulled up a profile that had SOOO much in it that it locked My system. I may not have the fastest system in the world but that doesn't mean you have to overwhelm the system by so much. If I can not get through your profile, I simply either won't rate it or I'll rate low. Either way, it doesn't come out well for you.
My rating system may seem harsh, but I read every profile I pull up. I know some people pull up the profile, scan down it and rate it. I do not do that. Sure it seems like a lot of "Thou shalt nots" in My profile rating system, but I hold High standards of Myself, therefore I hold others to high standards. My rating seems to stay within 8's and 10's most of the time. I'm a real time Mistress and don't have time, with two slaves, to sit there and fiddle with profiles that either won't work properly, lock up My system, or I can't read. You are all smart. Use that to your advantage. Knowledge truely is power!
Strict, Dominating, Sadistic, Seductive.
All words that describe Me to the fullest.
I'm Seductive in My trance. I get in to places that people think so guarded. People tend to underestimate Me. I'm not one to be messed with, and if someone does mess with Me, they find very quickly it was a mistake.
I tend to draw people in very easily. Before they know it they are under wondering how it could have happened.
Yes, the picture in My Portfolio, IS Me.
It started on a spring day, the wind blew ever so slightly ruffeling the long gown I wore. The bodice tight while the skirt full. Raising the front of it was imparative for going up stares and the like.
I came from a family of wealth. Money was no object. My Father, constantly away, left Me with My mother. She was .. to say the least a cold woman. She expected things her way, and in no uncertian terms did you not know the way she wanted it.
It was the 1500's. I lived on the plantation. We had slaves of all kinds and I was forbidden to go to the slave stables. I, being headstrong, went to the stables regularily. I checked on the slaves without My mother's knowledge. The slaves trusted Me more then they did their Owner.
One night there was to be a ball. I, dressed in My finest gown, made My way down the staircase. The foyer was full of women in various colors of gown, and men dressed in suits with ties. I made my way through the crowd saying My Hello's to everyone, before making My way through the kitchen and out the back. Checking once again, as I did everynight on the slaves.
The plantation was huge and there was lots of land that came with it. The house was comfortably set in the soft grasp of the trees. The slave stables being more off towards the back and side, with in the trees themselves. It was dark, and the only light was that of the candles the slaves carried.
I moved swiftly, yet carefully. My shoes were not the type to be easily worn over rocks and the rough path to the stables. The top of My gown nestled comfortably over My shoulders, Leaving them half exposed.
As I moved deeper into the stables, I came out of one of them in the back, to make My way yet to another one. I got pulled off to the side. With an arm around My throat and a hand over My mouth, I get spun around. Being so startled My eyes wide. Seeing everything and smelling even more. The scent that floated on the air seemed to resignate from Him yet didn't. It was there and then gone. He spun Me so that My back was against the stable wall.
Blinking My eyes and tilting My head trying to figure out just what was going on. The scent that flowed around this man was more than even I could handle. My eyes drifted to His. The eyes seeming to change but not.
Being pressed against the worn stable, he slowly moved his hands, being lost in his gaze, I began to protest then stopped. Ready to leave but feeling like there was a comfortable barrier between Us and the outside world. Time seemed to literally stop in that one moment. I knew without saying a word, with out a word coming from either of Us, I was to stay quiet. The look in his eyes was not threatening, but light and drawing. He had no candle, yet his face was so clear, I could see every feature. I felt intoxicfied by him, his scent and those eyes.
I soon became a type of slave that was different than that of what My family Owned. I would leave nightly, from My room making My way past the stables to wait for him. He became My world. The only thing I thought of was him and when the next time I could see him.
This man had entranced Me. Brought Me into a world that was unlike any other.
After that night everything changed. I'd found that if I didn't see Him I became sick. No, not that love sick infatuation type sick but literally physically sick. The visits by the stables changed and he began visiting Me at My room. Slipping in through the left open window at night.
While he and I were together, he would train Me on various different things. I learned My own way of trancing through his instruction and I found Myself to be a great seductress. I brought people to Me with a simple look or gesture. He had also taught Me the fine art of control. I could control My prey from word one. In the end the trance was so heavy, they knew not what had happened.
I'm not going to put My likes and dislikes in this profile. I don't need to. If you really want to know what makes Me tick, just ask....I don't bite......................................hard...maybe....kinda...sorta.....well maybe a little at first...LOL
I do, however, love to write. Write about past lives, write about this life, write about what I've been through to help others, and write erotica. DO NOT message Me and ask Me to send you one of My erotic stories. You'll simply be ignored and your message will go in the trash were it belongs. If you've not the common courtesy to come to Me and get to know Me, I've no use to send out ANY of My stories.
What you see here is a very tiny part of what I can do. As I stated before, people tend to under estimate Me. I don't open up immediately. Being the empath that I am, I've learned very quickly how to block others. Otherwise I'd be a blubbering Mess.
Once people get through this hard exterior, I'm very easy to talk to. One must First get past the draw bridge, make it to the moat, before one is brought into My castle.
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The pictures below describe Me to a tee. If the story is read correctly and understood properly, you'll see how I am.
The Flaming Skull:
The skull is the seal I've got over My life. The seal can only be released by One person. That One person won't ever release this seal. He is My Protector in Real Life. He is My world. He holds My heart.
The flames represent the walls I have of protection of Myself. My Husbands seal, along with Mine make an impentrable sheild.
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I've lived a life of hell. A type of hell I wouldn't wish on the devil himself. A type, I wouldn't wish on My worst enemy.
Through all this hell, it's left Me with a few... well maybe more than a few, demons. These demons were cruel and heartless. They tried to dictate My life, as well as imprison Me.
For years I fought these demons. Though I didn't know I fought them. I was put in a sort of tug-o-war. The demons pulled one way while I pulled the other.
One day I stopped pulling. I sat and took an inventory of Myself and realized how much I truely was fighting. I began journaling. I placed Myself with those demons once again. Instead of running away from the demons, I ran directly for them.
There came a time when the demons and I were on the same ground. Standing eye to eye. My shoulders squared and their fighting stance strong.
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As We stood looking each other in the eye, I determined to win, the demon confusedly thinking that he'd win, I'd ready Myself for a fight that would take strengths from the deepest part of Me.
As I pulled from all that was in Me the fight began. The demon that seemed like one, turned to three, and more.
The battle was feirce. Blood shed of hurts. The excrutiating feel of the sword of lies penetrating my heart. Leaving the scars of mistrust.
Soon, I over came the demons and came back stronger then before going into the fight. Sure there was a time of recovery from the long fight, but the end result was one that could take on things with out fear.
I now carry marks of old. Scars of ancient times. Bleeding wounds of this lifetime. All together make Me what I am today. My scars are on My life's canvas. They make the picture that Is Me.
This Webpage May Contain Original Works Of Fiction, Articles, Poems, Essays And Photos Which May Be Adult In Nature, And Are The Intelectual Property Of the Owner, Mistress Evil.
© 2007 Mistress Evil. All rights reserved.
No republication, or duplication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without the express written permission of the author.
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| Last Login: | Mar 07, 2015 |
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