Lilac and obedience
When I got home after my massage at the spa my favorite slave had already cleaned the entire house for me. It smelled wonderful like lilac and lavender and he was on his knees in a corner of the living room, with his hands behind his back, patiently waiting for me, like all good slaves should. I was pleased with his work so I thought I'd let him enjoy my presence. I sat on the sofa next to him and stretched my legs and feet in his direction. Took off my high heels and let him have a good view of my magic toes. I could see him wanting to get closer, smell them, touch them, lick them. As the desire rose inside him I felt myself more and more please with his obedience. I loved those moments, they were the best part of my day, even better than my massage. Isn't life beautiful?
As a little girl I've always been so afraid of her... I remember after seeing the original Disney cartoon, being left alone for a few minutes on a dark corridor and imagining her being close to me; her power, her dark glow, her irresistible aura, it was overwhelming and I burst into tears until my daddy came in and rescued me from my own fear.
Little did I know that later on I would become her and what I was afraid as a baby was actually just another part of myself, laying dormant, waiting to be discovered.
Fast forward to just two days ago and I go to have my Halloween pictures taken dressed as who else than my favorite mistress of evil, Queen Maleficent herself! I had my tall horns on, I had my black lacquered stilettos, my dark feather wings, I was the queen I've always been inside and owning my power with pride and a mental orgasm only self-love can give you.
After the photo session was over, since Maleficent 2 is playing at a movie theater in town, I went to see it. It was 2 PM and I got a single ticket. I enjoy being on my own and getting empowered by activities I love most, like painting, writing, watching movies.
The theater was big and dark, with that strange massive computer cooler buzz that movie theaters have, a narcotic sound that makes me feel so relaxed and ready to take everything in.
Since it was so early in the day, I was the only one in the room. I chose a seat on the very last row and right above the flight of stairs leading up to it, between the rows of chairs below. I sat in my seat and spread my arms wide on the two arm rests on either side of me.
As I was coming straight from the photo shoot, I was still wearing my black long Maleficent dress and high heels with a strap around my ankles. As my arms were spread, my legs mirrored them and right then and there I knew I owned the room.
I felt the cool air of the fans on my skin, gentle and relaxing, the low buzzing sound as a sweet vibration going down from my stomach into my legs and the darkness surrounding me, entering through my pupils and right into my soul.
As I closed my eyes to take it all in, I could see in my mind's eye the stairs below me and rows of slaves coming up, climbing on their knees. Their heads bowed low. Their eyes looking down to the thick maroon carpeting, their bare skin glistening in the dim side lights. I knew what they wanted: they were there for the love of a powerful woman, they were there because adoring me would take all their troubles away, they were there for what many people can hardly understand: the pure love that you can feel only when you worship a true queen.
And I had it. It was within me. So I accepted their adoration as my right, just another part of me that I have grown into, as a live Maleficent, as a woman, as a queen, as a goddess.
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