I really don’t know how, but somehow I managed to go my whole life so far having never seen The Craft. Unbelievable, right? I mean talk about a fucking CLASSIC! This weekend I visited with some of my domme friends and they showed it to me — guess which part we unanimously agreed needed to be replayed three times in a row?
The scene where Fairuza Balk goes into a bitch fit/witch fit frenzy that sends that loser football dude flying out the window to his gruesome death, of course! Not only do I have a new celebrity crush, but that scene is going to provide me with masturbation material for quite awhile . . . nothing turns me on like powerful women — especially if that power manifests itself in vindictive witch-hood — making crazy, crazy shit happen.
Naturally, I came home with a new energy for my upcoming experiment on my transformation fetish caller. I still have to wait another week or so until the full moon for what I’ve begun to do to take effect . . . but tonight is the first night of my spell-casting, and I have a feeling he’ll be feeling some reverberations by the time the moon is fully illuminated in the sky . . .
Why do so many men crave being under the complete control of a dominating (and often more than a little bit evil) woman?? Maybe some of you can tell me your pathetic answer — and tell me if you’ve ALWAYS known that you need to be controlled, manipulated, ruined and utterly destroyed . . . or if it came to you later in life, maybe in an awful, reoccuring nightmare??
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