{Nymph III}

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{Mind FUCK}

Standing in the shower, getting all of my goodies clean. Can you see the soapy lather slide all over me. Watch me.  Film me…

Mind Fuck me.

Climb in the shower talk to me in my ear…kiss my neck…whisper slowly while grabbing my hips…

Mind Fuck me.

Brush water upon my back and wash me, turn me around and kiss under the stream of water….

Mind Fuck me.

Push your body close to minds as we kiss, and lather one another’s bodies.  And I will push mine…close to you.

Let me seduce you. Allow me to tease you…

Let me Mind Fuck you…

As the water drips in my head, I look up to you for permission to handle your tool…

With a smile of approval and drips of waters on your lashes as you look down and then bend your head back as you grab mine… my head…

Now I really don’t mind, Fucking you.

I open my mouth wide.

{Icesis Black…Where Art Thou}?

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{Smoke} 






As previously mentioned the Queen has grown fond of cigars. I don't know why, but they are really turning me on. I blame a good friend of mine for showing me how erotic they can be, so I guess I can really blame my kinky nature for gravitating to them. Never before would I have thought that smoking would be so sexy. I do not like the smell of cigarettes (no pun) but understand why men (and women) go crazy to see a sexy, sultry woman sucking her voluptuous lips and saliva on them, Yes indeed it can be quietly arousing I presume for the ones who have to fetish. But what about the person who performs this very sexy act? Do they (insert your likes of gender here) get aroused by your perverted ass watching? Well if they are anything like the Queen Icesis Black they most certainly do! 

Cigars are my method of choice. I love the thickness of the a cigar against my lips. I adore the amount of effort it takes for my mouth to be steady and patient with  attempting to grasp and clutch it. I love the mind fuckery behind something so simple, and yet complex. It is like holding a thick dick your mouth for the first time. You kind of don't know what to do with it, yet you play around with in your  mouth until you get your bearings  right. And once you do, like the lucky victim (or volunteer) of your vampire like sucking you absorb the smoke and you light  the end of the head. 

Congratulations! You have matched your mouth of with the local motive of the massive thickness of the vessel! Continue to suck, and suck, until some pre-cum spurs unto your mouth. Oh and you like this! While enjoying the new mouth toy, the Queen became relaxed.Just like a good blow job; the receptive motion and rhythm of what normally is a slurp, suck, and in some cases gag, spit, choke are replaced by a puff, blow, puff. 








And just like that! You and the smoke become a spiritual climax. And some way, you loved doing it. And others love watching. And I love that they like watching the Queen do it ever so gracefully.




IcesisBlack Bitches:)! 

{Naked/Nude}

Standing alone, in a dimly lit room. Water began to slowly tickle down my chest to the floor. Freshly cleansed, and smelling divine, the Queen’s body is supple and ripe. Chocolate candy coated body, smells so sweet. The wind blew, the room’s aroma was filled with me.  Wrapping my soft towel around my body to dry off, feels so good. I feel secure in this moment. I feel confident in this moment. Applying my moisturizer, each nook and cranny of my curves absorbs each drop. Caressing myself slightly as I dry off, Ms. Kitty and my Girls, are a great passionate couple. I decided to continue the party on my bed.  

I searched  for a song to set the mood, I found “It’s a Man’s World” by James Brown’s and pressed play. What a phenomenal song for the soundtrack of the evening! I set it on repeat for my private show! Looking into mirrors upholstered above my bed I position myself so that I can watch the show.  Laying my body down slowly, on the crisp Midnight Blue sheets. The song played over and over again, I began to  climax. I began to spill my nectar down my arms, nails, between my legs, and in a pool on my sheets. Satisfied with my personal session of sensual mind stimulation, I walked over to the cage where I kept my pet. 

My pet was collared, and barking  to please allow him out of the cage, I snapped "no". “Good" bitches have to be broken in, and he needs to be taught a lesson, that I am superior to him. I motioned for him to come close to the bars of the cage. He complies. I rubbed my nectar polished hands over the bars.  Licking the bars, he begged again to allow me to let him out of the cage so that he could “clean me up”. This time I hit the cage with my cane, and replied “Bitch shut it”.  At 6’2, 260lbs and muscular, this bitch is a big man in a small space.I climbed on top of his cage, opened my legs and sat on top. Drops of my nectar spilled on his head. Then like a force of a thunderstorm cloud, I opened up like Mother Nature to drizzle him with the forecast of a golden shower. He was excited.

Finished with my task for the evening, and satisfied. I climbed down off of the cage and grabbed my soiled sheets, and draped them across the cage.  “Good night Bitch”, I exclaimed, before going into the shower once more…

The training process is such a sweet honeymoon…

How often have we as a society masked our own beliefs, in the attempt to keep the peace? We lie to ourselves daily, pretending daily, covering up our own identities.

I am on a journey to unmask my true whole self.  The person I am is unconventional, and flamboyant.  My desires and needs, may not be understood to someone whom may not share them. I shall not allow myself to retard; the conventional manila envelope, we all get trapped in. Thus, I owe it to myself to be…naked or nude.

I deserve to be completely transparent, and organic, no barriers needed.

Wouldn’t you agree?

Take your clothes off;)!

{Nymph II}

Today is June 19,

Dear Diary,

I was given a message via TelePrompter by a mystery woman, which said "If you want to continue your quest into the dimensions  of our would meet us..."

Of course I wanted to, so I complied.

Alone I walked down the street as the rain drizzled that upon me. I came alone with no trace of followers, for the secrecy of this elite society...

In the dark, cold and now wet my body starts to shiver.
I hear foot steps behind me. I know I have been seen, so  I walked even slower...
I wanted to be careful not to allure them to the fact that they have arrived.
Nonchalantly actually.
FUCK! HURRY UP! I thought.

"HERE I AM" I shouted.

Faster, and Faster, to the  steps  moved, now instead of one set steps there seemed to be two-or three. My heart began to beat violently. Excited and filled with adrenaline I was ready...to submit. Thin clothing with no undergarments my breast showed perky, supple garnished with  pierced nipples...dripped rain...on to the pavement.  Oh how loud it sounded. I was truly a beating drum, between the throbbing of my breast and the sound of my heart beat. I wonder could they sense me?  My pussy print cleaned and shaven, gave the most lustful wink to the few whom dare to drink. I am addictive and intoxicating. I hope they see how tasty I am. Fuck that, I know they can. That is why I was chosen. 

I stood still.  On the ground, the puddle of my reflextion stares back at me. A slight look of fear, and arrousal is what I see. Oh I hope they want me! Just then the light in the street went dim.  The "selectors" circled around me, dressed in white robes, and not speaking just breathing HARD.  I noticed how they didn't get effected by this down pour I was emerged in.  Completely masked  their face I can't see them. But I and feel them looking at me. I began to spread my legs, bent over and spread my ass.  So they can see just how thick I am. I stood back up, confident I am a decadent treat! Keeping my face forward and head high I let them walk around and make observations. Finally I am gagged and cuffed again, and hooded off to a new location. Oh I wonder what this one will be. I wonder if I can participate more... longer even!
I wonder if I can be one of them.

I wonder...


A diary of a Nymph

{Trading places}

Alone in a room, dark, cold and not certain where I am. I moved my arm, FUCK! I am linked by chains. I moved my neck and clank is what I hear. I am trapped in a FUCKING cage! Damn! What did I do this time? I have submitted, and thought I pleased Daddy, maybe I didn't do a good job. I took the lashings on the ass like a good girl.What did I not do this time? Slowly a door opens and I hear him calling me, whistling. Here kitty kitty he calls. I purred, so he knew I heard his call. Walking over to the cadge, he un-cuffs my leg. I pleaded, whined and begged him to let me come out. He smiles and says "not yet".

He grabbed my leash and guided me out of the cadge. I walked slowly, clicking of my heels. Slowly I followed him with submitting to where he wants me to be, under, beneath him. I complied. We stop in mid step, he turned and commands that I squat and service his shaft. I squat down, and unzip him. His lovely man hood hits me in the face. I began drip with excitement. I await him to enter me. But now I must swallow him until he is almost ready to cum; yet I have to stay in my place as a good girl. Slurping, and sucking as he pulls my chain, leash and hair, I gagged, and chocked. Both things excited him even more as the suck-escapade continued.

He then calls me to stand up. He un-cuffs my leash. Freed from being his pet, I no longer submit.
Our roles are going to switch, as my alter ego awakens up. He presumes the position, his ass is mine!

Trading places.

IcesisBlack;)!

{Nymph}

Today is March 25,

Dear Diary,

Today I was awaken in the strangest way…

Slow, and steady. Swift, and punctually, walking in a room full of people.

Blind folded and nervous, I continue to follow the lead of the leash holder.

Inside the room, I could feel the energy of the participants, as they glance over my features. Tall, with sun kissed skin , long hair, suck able toes, and exotic because of my long finger nails. Masked, and submissive, my high heels will not skip a beat on the concrete…

Once inside the room, I took center stage, and the fun began.

In the background I could hear moans, far off in the distant...

This was unexpected because I had no idea things would start so soon.

My body began to draw cold, and my kitty once moist with excitement, now dry needed some help. But on the outside you would never know. I pranced in the mask I wore suppressing my true identity, from all on lookers, while flaunting my raw sexuality around the stage. My mane tapped my ass as I walked in circles, my shoes clapped with the floor… I am a prime feast. I moved my legs up in the air behind my ear, to show the onlookers my fat kitty. They clapped and cheered as she winked. Before I knew it the music came on, and one man decided to kiss Kitty while I was in a mid leg stand.

People were all around, sucking, fucking, and gyrating, on everything, and everyone.

I must have came until I couldn’t produce anymore fluid. Yet I watched, as some people seemed to hand from the chandeliers. At the end of the night, I was lead back out of the room, masked, once again to not disclose my location. Where am I? What is this place? All I know is I would love to be chosen to come back.

A diary of a Nymph.

{Sound}

The song plays in the middle of the day, instantly you reminisce of a fragrant perfume…

It is a voice, which you haven’t heard in a long time; that has you stopped in your tracks in the middle of the street…

The floor creeks, and it reminds you of the late night tip-toes you used to do…

The drums are beating, your heart begins to race, and soon you’re aroused…

Sound is the sense that connects frequency waves to the brain; when released trigger emotional reactions.

http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/54664.php

http://www.ask.com/wiki/Sound

This by far is one of my favorite of the five senses. Imagine that you were blindfolded and tied to a chair. Without sight your other senses are amplified.  The only senses you have left are, touch, smell, taste, hearing. With the remaining senses in play, visualize this scenario:

Kevin, walks in to his home, instantly he knows something is different. Everything in the house is where he left it, but his loft, smells different. He looks to see if all of the windows are locked, checks the bedroom all were empty. Walking backwards down his Barbados imported hardwood floors, Kevin hears a creek coming from the kitchen, Kevin grabs his Berreta; special agents are a little paranoid at times. As soon as Kevin could turns around, his Ladylove, necked and wearing heels, and a smile greeted him. Her Channel No 22 is her flavor of the month; Kevin knows  this evening will be a great one.

She grabs Kevin, by the neck and makes him get down on the floor. She steps on his back, Kevin’s skin begins to crawl with anticipation…Kevin knows the routine, then crawls over the closest furniture fixture.  She blind folds him, and gags him. “No Peeking! No Tasting!” She exclaims. Kevin Moans. She slaps him. Shhhh she snapped. Kevin submits for he knows, if he doesn’t his night will not be as “good” as he would like.  She walks around Kevin, in her heels, the sound of the floors against the shoe excites Kevin, and slowly he became aroused. She then stops and noticed him standing up; she then put her entire shoe in his crouch to “sit” it back down. Unable to touch her, Kevin could almost feel her elongated legs in between his legs… She then climbs on top of Kevin, who by this point is not only hurting to enter her, is also slobbering from holding the gag in his mouth. She moves his “joy stick” and sits on his lap, leans in and starts to whisper phrases in his ear. “ You want me”? “I want you”! “I feel you standing up behind me” You feel me dripping on you”? Kevin begins to leek…She gets up and drips on his leg. She then walks out the room. When she returns chains begin to click. Kevin wonders what the noise is. Kevin began to move   around in the chair. Ladylove slowly walking in to the room with the chains hitting the floor continues to excite Kevin. Listening to the sounds of the room, the clicking of her shoes on the wood floors, and the clacking of the chains has Kevin’s heart beating faster and faster.  Kevin was unsure if she was going to use both of them on him. Moaning louder. She instantly gets enraged because she told him once before to “Shhh”. She threats him “Do you really want me to use the chains”? Kevin began saturate on the floor with anticipation …

Sound or audio is unacknowledged and  underplayed. I do believe that everyone should implement outer course and sound play into their "sex" routine. It could change the way you “see” a situation, if you cannot “see” it at all.

IcesisBlack;)!