Mistress Amanda Dwyer

The winner of our Begging Competition has been chosen. I have already notified him to give him the good news and naturally he
was delighted. His winning entry was sincere and well written, the photos genuine and explicit.

As the winner, he will be entitled to a session with the Mistress of his choice to the value of $400.00 plus some other surprises that he is not aware of as yet.

I must say though, with the hundreds of visitors we had during the month of July it was only a small percentage who bothered to enter the competition. Many of you have complained lately that money is tight and have been requesting the same content and time for your session for less money. For this reason I am a little surprised that more people didn't make the effort to enter. I would have thought a free $400.00 session would have been worth trying for. Anyway, don did make the effort so we will make sure when he does decide to collect on his prize that his next session is more than he would ever anticipate.
So, from all the women at SK's a hearty Congratulations.

Ode To My Mistress

Today, Dear Mistress, I give you my psyche
To play with my spirit with each burning strike
May the sting of Your whip and the sound of Your crop
Entreat me to please You, Not beg You to stop

Send with the pain a wicked reward
A crumb of approval attached to Your sword
For You are the Siren commanding my fear
My times in Your presence are moments held dear

O leather clad Priestess, I want you to shock
This pitiful minion, one of Your flock
Debauch my body, strangle my will
Til my thoughts are for You, and my struggle lies still

You know that I am a powerless waif
So let loose Your power, but yet keep me safe
May I worship your body, kiss Your soft feet
May the flesh of my buttocks turn red from Your heat

Tease me, Possess me, Correct my behaviour
Be my Dark Angel but also my Saviour
Be my Assailant and my Protector
And if You so wish, let me taste Your gold nectar

O Daughter of Hades, Sensuality’s Queen
Grant me catharsis, when surrender is seen
And with a rush, please end my eclipse,
So I give forth my pleasure, the joy in my hips

As the earth owns the moon with gravity’s force
You’ll entice me back as a matter of course
When flooded by longing and drowned in desire
I’ll lie at Your feet and bathe in Your fire.

By Slave Don