denny-1's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hanky Panky I just tried looking up the word dominatrix in the dictionary, and low and behold this is what I found. There is domesticate- to tame, followed by domicile- home, dominate-nated;nating;nation- have control over, rise high above, and lastly, domineer- exercise arbitrary control...no where in my webster is the definition of dominatrix. If there were a definition, I imagine it would simply say Rose. Rose the five point symbol of secrecy. The Rose, where entire armies and religions originated, based on the alone symbol. And how fitting to have a Rose and a Lola dominating mankind. Men looking for their rightful place on this earth, beneath a women, or two. This is what I imagine a scenario would be with the lolster and the Roster. A poor unsuspecting nerd, the type you find in Starbucks, slim, glasses, cashmere sweater-black, wool pants-gray, who's life consists of venti skim latte's over countless pages of medical histories, insurance claims, and endless paperwork. Let's call him Hank. Hanks looking for some Pank...and where do you suspect he turns...the internet, of course. Lola and Rose to the rescue. The three meet, you guessed it, Starbucks. They arrive strait laced, both in glasses, fully covered in a Librarian style. A couple of plain Jane's. Hanks in Heaven. They discuss the boundaries, "your place, no touching us, what is it that you want?"...he replies, "some pank." The stage is set. The D's arrive. They are unsuspecting to the naked eye, sporting long overcoats, hats, mittens and scarves. ...underneath...a sea of seduction. Rose, the pack leader is up to her thighs in leather, the shinny black kind. Her exposed flesh around her hips peaks through the fishnet lace, her breasts are held by two unseen wires, they're supported through straps of leather. Her hands and arms are covered in a slippery red leather like material. A whip is attached to a belt around her netted waist. Lola, the stocking girl, is dressed in a full body stocking. Her legs are tightly wound around the shimmery back material- exposed, her thighs and hips. Above the navel, two velvet strips cover her breasts, revealing an ocean of cleavage. The stocking covers her arms, she wears a small black mask, like cat women. They both carry a sack of goods. All the necessities that I can imagine you would need in a situation like this...strap on...long and wide. A number of electrical devices, and plenty of spray able creams, hand cuffs, ropes, leather straps, ties...etc. etc. They approach the door bearing the secret Rose emblem...as was giving to Hank on their initial meeting. They pound forcefully on the door. Hank replies, "come in?" They enter to see Hank fully clothed sitting in a single chair in the center of the room. ...and the rest ...well, use your imagination... ...let's just say, there was a wee bit of Hanky Panky happening... This is how I imagine this ensuing partnership unraveling. 11:31 a.m. - 2004-01-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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