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Picture this, My sweet, it is a cool morning on The Farm, Ms "Domina" Shelle Rivers (the owner) is already awake, surveying Her domain, River's End.  Located in western Tennessee, The Farm is a palatial plot of land with a renowned heritage dating back to before the great Civil War, an age of opulence and grandeur, something lost with the passage of time but also something to be restored, albeit with a modern twist. (giggles)

As a southern country girl, Domina is a sight to behold:  sun-kissed skin, long flowing hair, witchy brown eyes, and that all-knowing smile that melts the hearts of all that linger in Her presence.  But, behind that smile and those famous Daisy Dukes She wears (the shortest of shorts) is an assertive, intelligent Woman, a dominant mistress with a plan, a creative scheme to transform River's End into something special, something unique, Her own little kingdom where She commands and Her loyal subjects obey.

Recently hired as a farmhand you know little of The Farm's history, but, you can sense there is something different about this place, a powerful alluring feeling of contentment from fellow farmhands, a prevailing passion that borders on pathological devotion, almost as if the owner is some divine being.  Today, you get the privilege to meet with Her, face to face, to discuss your role - and long-term future - on The Farm, including learning what is so significant about the barn that warrants its restricted area status to all newcomers.

On this spring morning, the farm is deserted; all other farmhands have already left to tend the fields, leaving you alone with Domina.  With a twinkle in Her eye and that disarming sweet smile, your senses feel dulled, yet, the arousal you feel only grows stronger as you feast on this vision of flawless femininity.  As Domina speaks, you instinctively listen, Her soothing words flowing through you as your general awareness fades away until She becomes the focus of your existence.

Before you know it, She takes you by the hand - Her silky petite palm gently grasping yours - as She leads you purposefully to the barn.  In the moment you are confused and aroused, with strange feelings of subordination and subservience starting to overwhelm you.  What is happening?  Who is this commanding Woman that makes you feel so weak, and why is She starting to remove all your clothing?

If you want to discover more, you know what you need to do! (giggles)  Hogtied is an invitation to start a new chapter of submission to Domina Shelle Rivers, the proud Owner of The Farm, a nostalgic foray into Her private kingdom of domination and control where anything is possible in a secluded corner of the beautiful deep south.

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My Christmas Letter

Dear Santa,

I’m sorry I wasn’t naughty enough this year....but there were times, like when I suggested that johnny glue his joy stick to his leg---how was I to know that he would take Me seriously?...or when mikey got his "toy" stuck in that bottle, that was just silly for him to even try....or when I told tommy that all he had was really Mine, I had no idea he would send Me all his credit cards, now Santa what would you have done?  I had to show My appreciation and use, otherwise he would have been sad, and I could not have that...I had NO idea that there was a limit...silly boy should have told Me that...giggles....or when bobby got caught in his wife's panties, now Santa that was not what I meant by "get into your wife's panties"...LAUGHING...

So you see I have been a pretty good lil girl, Santa, just a few misunderstandings...So please bring Me EVERYTHING on My wishlist and lots of money too.  Naughty or Nice, you still love Me, don't you Santa?

PS--Santa I'm sorry with all the naughty play, I didn't even get to the mall to do a little lap sitting for you this year and I know how much you like that.  I’m sure your endless shifts have made you a little tired and somewhat sleepy, but you can't blame Me with that this year, now can you?

Now for what I want---

I’d really like My own fleet of slave elves, Santa....some pointy-eared cuties that will listen to Me and OBEY.  If you can’t bring Me men in tights, I’d like a power tool, and you know what I mean, not Black and Decker...and PINK is My favorite color.

And Santa, I’m sorry I’m unable to leave you a glass of milk.  I'm not breastfeeding.

Happy Holidays and I'll see you cu--ing down My chimney soon. GIGGLES