I wasn’t a sex symbol, I was a sex zombie. ~Veronica Lake
Posted: May 2, 2024 Filed under: lingerie, Vintage | Tags: dievca, Elegant, erotic, Hollywood Starlet, Old Hollywood Glamour, Pin Up Girl, Undergarments, Veronica Lake Leave a commentflowing with the changes
Posted: April 26, 2024 Filed under: Analysis, Body Type, Master | Tags: BDSM, body awareness, D/s, dievca, erotic, Life, Love, Master, Nipples, play, sensitivity, submissive, touch Leave a commentBefore Master left for travel – He took a day to play with His dievca.
Master’s hands love the changes HRT (hormone replacement therapy) have brought to his dievca’s nipples. Something so unsensitive has grown larger and become very sensitive. dievca thinks her Master is intrigued by the change – if flows right into Master’s mantra:
“diversity, dievca, diversity”
Just a taste for the morning
Posted: April 22, 2024 Filed under: Entertainment | Tags: art, coffee, dievca, Elegant, erotic, Monday, Morning, photo, Shopping, Tomas Urbelionis Leave a commentCup of coffee – Limited Edition of 5 Prints
Lithuania
Camellia by Angela Friedman (lingerie)
Posted: April 18, 2024 Filed under: lingerie | Tags: bra panty sets, Camellia, dievca, Elegant, erotic, Floral, Presentation Outfit, see-thru, Shopping, submissive, Undergarments Leave a comment(click on the photos for a closer look)
Sweet floral embroidery with a splash of danger: Just the boost your lingerie drawer needs! This handcrafted lingerie set features exquisite, embroidered tulle with deep teal trimmings, instantly transforming you into a perfect pin-up model.
- Bralette $106
- High-waist Panties $75
- Robe $916
- by Angela Friedman click here to purchase
“Hey, Slick!”
Posted: April 17, 2024 Filed under: Body Type, Entertainment, Vintage | Tags: 1950's, definition, dievca, erotic, Humor, Men's Magazine, Pin-Up, retro, Slang, Slick Magazine Leave a commentThe slang definition of slick has a positive and negative meaning. The positive meaning is a clever person. The negative meaning is a person who can also be a cheat or a swindle. This definition of slick has been around since the 1930 s and has had little change since then. (University of Pittsburgh – slangwall)
dievca likes that the “slick” man will stick with older chicks! she qualifies. XO
Summer Spash with Simone Perele
Posted: April 11, 2024 Filed under: Fashion, lingerie | Tags: Blue, bra panty sets, dievca, Elegant, erotic, Lace, Presentation Outfit, Shopping, Simone Perele, Undergarments Leave a comment
in Atoll Blue
click here to see all the bra and panty styles in this colorway
Feeling sheer~
Posted: April 4, 2024 Filed under: Body Type, lingerie, Vintage | Tags: BDSM, D/s, dievca, Elegant, erotic, French Post Card, Lingerie, Presentation Outfit, Sheer, submissive 1 CommentPresentation Outfit inspiration from a French Postcard.
Hoppy BDSM Easter 🐣
Posted: March 31, 2024 Filed under: Entertainment, Submission | Tags: BDSM, bondage, Bunny, D/s, Easter, erotic, Humor, Spring, submissive Leave a commentMay You enjoy time with Your favorite bondage bunny! XO
High-Waisted
Posted: March 28, 2024 Filed under: Fashion, lingerie | Tags: dievca, Elegant, erotic, Kiki de Montparnasse, Panties, Presentation Outfits, Sexy, Shopping, submissive, Undergarments, Versace 1 Comment- Versace High-Waisted Panty in Black with Corset Top
- Kiki de Montparnasse Juliette High-Waisted Panty and Bra in White
- Kiki de Montparnasse Handcuff High-Waisted Thong and Bra in Cognac Brown
Blush Lingerie – savage
Posted: March 21, 2024 Filed under: Accessories, Body Type, lingerie | Tags: Blush Lingerie, dievca, Elegant, erotic, leopard, Presentation Outfit, Shopping, slip, submissive Leave a commentLast Friday, dievca shared her sassy side and mentioned Blush Lingerie – that prompted her to check and see if they are still in business: Blush Lingerie.
The fieldtrip then prompted a purchase:
The Shade Slip in Savage, on sale for $29.
Note: Blush Lingerie offered slips, but no longer had chemises with garters attached (which makes Presentation with stockings sexier and a submissive’s life easier – ah, well….)
a bit of a tart
Posted: March 16, 2024 Filed under: lingerie, Master | Tags: Chemise, D/s, definition, dievca, erotic, ICollectino, Master, nude, Presentation Outfit, sassy, Sexy, sheer clothing, submissive 1 Commenttart noun (WOMAN)
Master returned from traveling and His dievca was feeling pretty blatant. she thought a nude and black see-thru chemise with stockings and heels would convey the message clearly.
It worked!
(dievca’s chemise is from Blush Lingerie – the above chemise is from Liloo Signature for $50.)
Sleeper
Posted: February 29, 2024 Filed under: Dresses, lingerie | Tags: dievca, Elegant, erotic, nightgown, Presentation Outfit, Purple, satin, Shopping, Slip Dress Leave a comment~Outerwear as Inner Wear~
Sleeper’s ‘Boheme’ collection is designed to makes heads turn. This slip dress is cut from soft LENZING™ ECOVERO™-satin and has the brand’s signature feathers along the neckline. Wear it with ’90s-style mules and your signature scent.
Presenting for your Master or Mistress
On sale at Net-A-Porter for $156
Day dreaming
Posted: February 23, 2024 Filed under: submissive | Tags: BDSM, collar, cuffs, D/s, dievca, Elegant, erotic, Master, odalisque, restraints 1 Commentdievca needs to finish the project by Monday and she’s finding herself distracted~
💘Valentine’s Day early
Posted: February 8, 2024 Filed under: Accessories, Clothing, lingerie, Shoes | Tags: BDSM, closet, D/s, dievca, Elegant, erotic, Life, Master, Presentation Outfits, submissive, travel, Valentine's Day Leave a commentMaster is traveling over Valentine’s Day, so dievca presented in a Red Silk Nightgown early!
Simple, delicate, flattering.
And what dievca wore to get there:
Convex Corset = VEX
Posted: February 1, 2024 Filed under: lingerie | Tags: BDSM, Corset, D/s, dievca, Elegant, erotic, Fetish, latex, Presentaion, Shopping, submissive Leave a commentFrom VEX Convex Corset (click here)
Handmade in their California studio
1.05mm latex imported from England
Lace-up back
Interior steel boning
$563
Of interest
Posted: January 30, 2024 Filed under: Accessories, Submission | Tags: BDSM, bondage, D/s, dievca, Elegant, erotic, Hogtie, Leather, O-ring, Presentaion, submissive Leave a commentBondage Hogtie with Wrist and Thigh Cuffs –
an elegant image.
Shoot for the Stars – Baby!
Posted: January 25, 2024 Filed under: lingerie | Tags: bra panty sets, Chinese New Year 2024, dievca, Elegant, embroidered, erotic, Fleur du Mal, garter belt, Presentation Outfit, Sexy, Shopping Leave a commentFleur du Mal Shoot for the Stars Embroidered Lingerie – click here
all-consuming
Posted: January 10, 2024 Filed under: Entertainment, submissive | Tags: dievca, erotic, Helmut Newton, Humor, Life, New Year, nude, photo, project, work Leave a commentHow are you doing with the New Year?
dievca’s project is eating her alive~
Photo: Helmut Newton
Vegan Leather and Lace – MANIÈRE DE VOIR
Posted: January 2, 2024 Filed under: Clothing, lingerie | Tags: bodysuits, Catsuit, dievca, Elegant, erotic, Lace, Leather, leggings, MANIÈRE DE VOIR, Presentation Outfit, Vegan Leave a commentMANIÈRE DE VOIR
By once, wear forever
Vegan Leather and Lace Bodysuit and Leggings
Innerwear as Outerwear
Ends at Midnight: Up to 90% off at Agent Provocateur
Posted: December 25, 2023 Filed under: Body Type, lingerie, submissive | Tags: Agent Provocateur, dievca, Elegant, erotic, gift, Joy, Presentaion, sale, Sexy, Shopping, Undergarments 1 CommentLaily
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Bra $45
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Panties $25
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Garter Belt $40
Click “Laily” to purchase
Tie me Up
Posted: December 20, 2023 Filed under: lingerie, Submission | Tags: BDSM, Corset, D/s, dievca, Elegant, erotic, Life, submissive, Undergarment Leave a commentTie me Down.
Muchachmalo – Men’s Dutch Underwear
Posted: December 16, 2023 Filed under: lingerie | Tags: Advertisement, art, Boxer Briefs, dievca, Dutch, erotic, fashion, fashion-and-art, lifestyle, Master, Men's Lingerie, Sexy Advertisements, Shopping, Undergarments, wearable-art Leave a comment2007 – Where it all began
As a young lingerie retailer, Shirley Schoonebeek started in 1989 with two high-end lingerie shops for ladies in Amsterdam. Six years later she created the crown jewel of her ‘empire’: an underwear store for women and men in the Schiphol Plaza shopping center. A modern shop in an international location where men don’t have to be petrified to enter a lingerie store. After a few years entrenched in the industry, she was in search of a brand with a story – something to talk about, think about – something that stood out from the ordinary. When she couldn’t find it, she fearlessly decided to create her own. Not one to follow trends, she took conscious action to create unique prints in collaboration with real artists; to develop a label that would appeal to guys who embrace their inner “Bad Boy”. This cooperation resulted in the striking brand as we know it today. Muchachomalo is growing and innovating in the field of materials and fit, woven through a collection that is becoming more and more extensive in designs and colours.
The Muchachomalo cannot be caught in one man. It is a wild character that is hidden in several men. Muchachomalos are of all ages. Come in different shapes. But they do have a number of things in common…
The Muchachomalo
Muchachomalo, Spanish for bad boy is authentic. it is inspired by the Spanish ‘estilo de vida, carpe diem y corazon’: Seize the day with all your heart, and make anything you want, possible!
His inner-rebel walks the line between being naughty and playful. He is confident. Knows his mind. Focused on reaching his goals, he does not shy away from risks. As a natural leader, his ideas and enthusiasm resonate with others. He works hard and blows off steam on adventure weekends. He’s rarely alone. Friends appreciate him for his courage and honesty. Women find him desperately appealing. He is charming. Takes care of himself. He is independent and a bit mysterious. The Muchachomalo man inspires and surprises. And like most men, he never ‘really’ grows up…that little ‘Bad Boy’ sparkle is never far from the surface.
The Future
More than 20 million shorts bearing the Muchachomalo name have been sold to date. Our national and international retail distribution is now rock solid. We are ready to face an even bigger adventure and our first (serious) step has been to focus on our online market presence. For this purpose, I have set up an in-house e-commerce department, with young marketers and content creators; young, motivated people, who are now an integral part of the Muchachomalo family. Partly because of this, we have increased online sales tenfold in one year – on our own, without interference from external online corporate marketing agencies. I am proud of that. And the sky is the limit, as we are still novices in this segment. With our vision and the right resources, unlimited growth is possible.
Wearable art
Every year Muchachomalo introduces a collection that tells a story – stories that are inspired by real life and real feelings – what’s happening in the world, what’s on people’s minds, or even the simple beauty of an age or a place. people know to feel the theme is inspired – that It’s not just about random graphic design. Each collection has a message. It gives people something to think or talk about. Once the theme has been selected, the design team starts dreaming up the collection, whereby the story is artistically translated into a piece of wearable art. Each print goes through a rigorous selection process before being added to the collection. The Muchachomalo prints are all hand drawn by in-house artists. Muchachomalo makes art wearable for everyone.
Worldwide Distribution
Muchachomalo is able to work with different models such as retail, franchise, wholesale, distribution, agencies and market places. With partners and sales teams in 12 countries and more the 1000 POS worldwide and 40 shop in shops.
Muchachomalo in a nutshell
Rebel
Life doesn’t come with a manual. Fortunately, because if we had to live according to a set of rules, we’d miss all the fun. We are we are young, adventurous and we head straight for our goals.
Silhouette
Posted: December 7, 2023 Filed under: Entertainment, Poetry | Tags: dievca, Elegant, erotic, Lingerie, lust, mystery, shadow, silhouette, story Leave a comment
The Shadow
by Amy Lowell
Paul Jannes was working very late,
For this watch must be done by eight
To-morrow or the Cardinal
Would certainly be vexed.
Of all
His customers the old prelate
Was the most important, for his state
Descended to his watches and rings,
And he gave his mistresses many things
To make them forget his age and smile
When he paid visits, and they could while
The time away with a diamond locket
Exceedingly well.
So they picked his pocket,
And he paid in jewels for his slobbering kisses.
This watch was made to buy him blisses
From an Austrian countess on her way
Home, and she meant to start next day.
Paul worked by the pointed, tulip-flame
Of a tallow candle, and became
So absorbed, that his old clock made him wince
Striking the hour a moment since.
Its echo, only half apprehended,
Lingered about the room.
He ended
Screwing the little rubies in,
Setting the wheels to lock and spin,
Curling the infinitesimal springs,
Fixing the filigree hands.
Chippings
Of precious stones lay strewn about.
The table before him was a rout
Of splashes and sparks of coloured light.
There was yellow gold in sheets, and quite
A heap of emeralds, and steel.
Here was a gem, there was a wheel.
And glasses lay like limpid lakes
Shining and still, and there were flakes
Of silver, and shavings of pearl,
And little wires all awhirl
With the light of the candle.
He took the watch
And wound its hands about to match
The time, then glanced up to take the hour
From the hanging clock.
Good, Merciful Power!
How came that shadow on the wall,
No woman was in the room! His tall
Chiffonier stood gaunt behind
His chair.
His old cloak, rabbit-lined,
Hung from a peg.
The door was closed.
Just for a moment he must have dozed.
He looked again, and saw it plain.
The silhouette made a blue-black stain
On the opposite wall, and it never wavered
Even when the candle quavered
Under his panting breath.
What made
That beautiful, dreadful thing, that shade
Of something so lovely, so exquisite,
Cast from a substance which the sight
Had not been tutored to perceive?
Paul brushed his eyes across his sleeve.
Clear-cut, the Shadow on the wall
Gleamed black, and never moved at all.
Paul’s watches were like amulets,
Wrought into patterns and rosettes;
The cases were all set with stones,
And wreathing lines, and shining zones.
He knew the beauty in a curve,
And the Shadow tortured every nerve
With its perfect rhythm of outline
Cutting the whitewashed wall.
So fine
Was the neck he knew he could have spanned
It about with the fingers of one hand.
The chin rose to a mouth he guessed,
But could not see, the lips were pressed
Loosely together, the edges close,
And the proud and delicate line of the nose
Melted into a brow, and there
Broke into undulant waves of hair.
The lady was edged with the stamp of race.
A singular vision in such a place.
He moved the candle to the tall
Chiffonier; the Shadow stayed on the wall.
He threw his cloak upon a chair,
And still the lady’s face was there.
From every corner of the room
He saw, in the patch of light, the gloom
That was the lady.
Her violet bloom
Was almost brighter than that which came
From his candle’s tulip-flame.
He set the filigree hands; he laid
The watch in the case which he had made;
He put on his rabbit cloak, and snuffed
His candle out.
The room seemed stuffed
With darkness.
Softly he crossed the floor,
And let himself out through the door.
The sun was flashing from every pin
And wheel, when Paul let himself in.
The whitewashed walls were hot with light.
The room was the core of a chrysolite,
Burning and shimmering with fiery might.
The sun was so bright that no shadow could fall
From the furniture upon the wall.
Paul sighed as he looked at the empty space
Where a glare usurped the lady’s place.
He settled himself to his work, but his mind
Wandered, and he would wake to find
His hand suspended, his eyes grown dim,
And nothing advanced beyond the rim
Of his dreaming.
The Cardinal sent to pay
For his watch, which had purchased so fine a day.
But Paul could hardly touch the gold,
It seemed the price of his Shadow, sold.
With the first twilight he struck a match
And watched the little blue stars hatch
Into an egg of perfect flame.
He lit his candle, and almost in shame
At his eagerness, lifted his eyes.
The Shadow was there, and its precise
Outline etched the cold, white wall.
The young man swore, “By God! You, Paul,
There’s something the matter with your brain.
Go home now and sleep off the strain.
”
The next day was a storm, the rain
Whispered and scratched at the window-pane.
A grey and shadowless morning filled
The little shop.
The watches, chilled,
Were dead and sparkless as burnt-out coals.
The gems lay on the table like shoals
Of stranded shells, their colours faded,
Mere heaps of stone, dull and degraded.
Paul’s head was heavy, his hands obeyed
No orders, for his fancy strayed.
His work became a simple round
Of watches repaired and watches wound.
The slanting ribbons of the rain
Broke themselves on the window-pane,
But Paul saw the silver lines in vain.
Only when the candle was lit
And on the wall just opposite
He watched again the coming of IT,
Could he trace a line for the joy of his soul
And over his hands regain control.
Paul lingered late in his shop that night
And the designs which his delight
Sketched on paper seemed to be
A tribute offered wistfully
To the beautiful shadow of her who came
And hovered over his candle flame.
In the morning he selected all
His perfect jacinths.
One large opal
Hung like a milky, rainbow moon
In the centre, and blown in loose festoon
The red stones quivered on silver threads
To the outer edge, where a single, fine
Band of mother-of-pearl the line
Completed.
On the other side,
The creamy porcelain of the face
Bore diamond hours, and no lace
Of cotton or silk could ever be
Tossed into being more airily
Than the filmy golden hands; the time
Seemed to tick away in rhyme.
When, at dusk, the Shadow grew
Upon the wall, Paul’s work was through.
Holding the watch, he spoke to her:
“Lady, Beautiful Shadow, stir
Into one brief sign of being.
Turn your eyes this way, and seeing
This watch, made from those sweet curves
Where your hair from your forehead swerves,
Accept the gift which I have wrought
With your fairness in my thought.
Grant me this, and I shall be
Honoured overwhelmingly.
”
The Shadow rested black and still,
And the wind sighed over the window-sill.
Paul put the despised watch away
And laid out before him his array
Of stones and metals, and when the morning
Struck the stones to their best adorning,
He chose the brightest, and this new watch
Was so light and thin it seemed to catch
The sunlight’s nothingness, and its gleam.
Topazes ran in a foamy stream
Over the cover, the hands were studded
With garnets, and seemed red roses, budded.
The face was of crystal, and engraved
Upon it the figures flashed and waved
With zircons, and beryls, and amethysts.
It took a week to make, and his trysts
At night with the Shadow were his alone.
Paul swore not to speak till his task was done.
The night that the jewel was worthy to give.
Paul watched the long hours of daylight live
To the faintest streak; then lit his light,
And sharp against the wall’s pure white
The outline of the Shadow started
Into form.
His burning-hearted
Words so long imprisoned swelled
To tumbling speech.
Like one compelled,
He told the lady all his love,
And holding out the watch above
His head, he knelt, imploring some
Littlest sign.
The Shadow was dumb.
Weeks passed, Paul worked in fevered haste,
And everything he made he placed
Before his lady.
The Shadow kept
Its perfect passiveness.
Paul wept.
He wooed her with the work of his hands,
He waited for those dear commands
She never gave.
No word, no motion,
Eased the ache of his devotion.
His days passed in a strain of toil,
His nights burnt up in a seething coil.
Seasons shot by, uncognisant
He worked.
The Shadow came to haunt
Even his days.
Sometimes quite plain
He saw on the wall the blackberry stain
Of his lady’s picture.
No sun was bright
Enough to dazzle that from his sight.
There were moments when he groaned to see
His life spilled out so uselessly,
Begging for boons the Shade refused,
His finest workmanship abused,
The iridescent bubbles he blew
Into lovely existence, poor and few
In the shadowed eyes.
Then he would curse
Himself and her! The Universe!
And more, the beauty he could not make,
And give her, for her comfort’s sake!
He would beat his weary, empty hands
Upon the table, would hold up strands
Of silver and gold, and ask her why
She scorned the best which he could buy.
He would pray as to some high-niched saint,
That she would cure him of the taint
Of failure.
He would clutch the wall
With his bleeding fingers, if she should fall
He could catch, and hold her, and make her live!
With sobs he would ask her to forgive
All he had done.
And broken, spent,
He would call himself impertinent;
Presumptuous; a tradesman; a nothing; driven
To madness by the sight of Heaven.
At other times he would take the things
He had made, and winding them on strings,
Hang garlands before her, and burn perfumes,
Chanting strangely, while the fumes
Wreathed and blotted the shadow face,
As with a cloudy, nacreous lace.
There were days when he wooed as a lover, sighed
In tenderness, spoke to his bride,
Urged her to patience, said his skill
Should break the spell.
A man’s sworn will
Could compass life, even that, he knew.
By Christ’s Blood! He would prove it true!
The edge of the Shadow never blurred.
The lips of the Shadow never stirred.
He would climb on chairs to reach her lips,
And pat her hair with his finger-tips.
But instead of young, warm flesh returning
His warmth, the wall was cold and burning
Like stinging ice, and his passion, chilled,
Lay in his heart like some dead thing killed
At the moment of birth.
Then, deadly sick,
He would lie in a swoon for hours, while thick
Phantasmagoria crowded his brain,
And his body shrieked in the clutch of pain.
The crisis passed, he would wake and smile
With a vacant joy, half-imbecile
And quite confused, not being certain
Why he was suffering; a curtain
Fallen over the tortured mind beguiled
His sorrow.
Like a little child
He would play with his watches and gems, with glee
Calling the Shadow to look and see
How the spots on the ceiling danced prettily
When he flashed his stones.
“Mother, the green
Has slid so cunningly in between
The blue and the yellow.
Oh, please look down!”
Then, with a pitiful, puzzled frown,
He would get up slowly from his play
And walk round the room, feeling his way
From table to chair, from chair to door,
Stepping over the cracks in the floor,
Till reaching the table again, her face
Would bring recollection, and no solace
Could balm his hurt till unconsciousness
Stifled him and his great distress.
One morning he threw the street door wide
On coming in, and his vigorous stride
Made the tools on his table rattle and jump.
In his hands he carried a new-burst clump
Of laurel blossoms, whose smooth-barked stalks
Were pliant with sap.
As a husband talks
To the wife he left an hour ago,
Paul spoke to the Shadow.
“Dear, you know
To-day the calendar calls it Spring,
And I woke this morning gathering
Asphodels, in my dreams, for you.
So I rushed out to see what flowers blew
Their pink-and-purple-scented souls
Across the town-wind’s dusty scrolls,
And made the approach to the Market Square
A garden with smells and sunny air.
I feel so well and happy to-day,
I think I shall take a Holiday.
And to-night we will have a little treat.
I am going to bring you something to eat!”
He looked at the Shadow anxiously.
It was quite grave and silent.
He
Shut the outer door and came
And leant against the window-frame.
“Dearest,” he said, “we live apart
Although I bear you in my heart.
We look out each from a different world.
At any moment we may be hurled
Asunder.
They follow their orbits, we
Obey their laws entirely.
Now you must come, or I go there,
Unless we are willing to live the flare
Of a lighted instant and have it gone.
”
A bee in the laurels began to drone.
A loosened petal fluttered prone.
“Man grows by eating, if you eat
You will be filled with our life, sweet
Will be our planet in your mouth.
If not, I must parch in death’s wide drouth
Until I gain to where you are,
And give you myself in whatever star
May happen.
O You Beloved of Me!
Is it not ordered cleverly?”
The Shadow, bloomed like a plum, and clear,
Hung in the sunlight.
It did not hear.
Paul slipped away as the dusk began
To dim the little shop.
He ran
To the nearest inn, and chose with care
As much as his thin purse could bear.
As rapt-souled monks watch over the baking
Of the sacred wafer, and through the making
Of the holy wine whisper secret prayers
That God will bless this labour of theirs;
So Paul, in a sober ecstasy,
Purchased the best which he could buy.
Returning, he brushed his tools aside,
And laid across the table a wide
Napkin.
He put a glass and plate
On either side, in duplicate.
Over the lady’s, excellent
With loveliness, the laurels bent.
In the centre the white-flaked pastry stood,
And beside it the wine flask.
Red as blood
Was the wine which should bring the lustihood
Of human life to his lady’s veins.
When all was ready, all which pertains
To a simple meal was there, with eyes
Lit by the joy of his great emprise,
He reverently bade her come,
And forsake for him her distant home.
He put meat on her plate and filled her glass,
And waited what should come to pass.
The Shadow lay quietly on the wall.
From the street outside came a watchman’s call
“A cloudy night.
Rain beginning to fall.
”
And still he waited.
The clock’s slow tick
Knocked on the silence.
Paul turned sick.
He filled his own glass full of wine;
From his pocket he took a paper.
The twine
Was knotted, and he searched a knife
From his jumbled tools.
The cord of life
Snapped as he cut the little string.
He knew that he must do the thing
He feared.
He shook powder into the wine,
And holding it up so the candle’s shine
Sparked a ruby through its heart,
He drank it.
“Dear, never apart
Again! You have said it was mine to do.
It is done, and I am come to you!”
Paul Jannes let the empty wine-glass fall,
And held out his arms.
The insentient wall
Stared down at him with its cold, white glare
Unstained! The Shadow was not there!
Paul clutched and tore at his tightening throat.
He felt the veins in his body bloat,
And the hot blood run like fire and stones
Along the sides of his cracking bones.
But he laughed as he staggered towards the door,
And he laughed aloud as he sank on the floor.
The Coroner took the body away,
And the watches were sold that Saturday.
The Auctioneer said one could seldom buy
Such watches, and the prices were high.
Photo: Aleksei Isachenko
Amongst Good Company – lingerie
Posted: November 30, 2023 Filed under: lingerie, Musings | Tags: bra panty sets, dievca, disaster, Elegant, erotic, garter belt, Humor, Life, Presentation Outfit, realistic, Sophia Loren, stockings, submissive, Undergarments Leave a comment
Sometimes when dievca is getting a Presentation Outfit together for Master its a bit tricky. The stockings have a run, the garter belt clips won’t hold the stockings, dievca’s breasts fill the bra up to overflow, etc.
she’s happy to see that Sophia Loren needs to ponder her stockings, too.
XO
Flutter Panties – Fleur du Mal
Posted: November 21, 2023 Filed under: lingerie, submissive | Tags: dievca, erotic, Fleur du Mal, flirty, Panties, ruffle, sassy, Sexy, Shopping, silk, Undergarment, young 1 CommentGive them cheek. Cut from our classic, luxe silk charmeuse, the Luxe Flutter Panty features an ultra flattering high leg cut that sits high at the natural waist. Flirty cheeky cut back with ruffle detailing.
Not quite for Master’s dievca, but perhaps of interest for an adorable sassy submissive. XO
Starlet Lingerie with Virginia Grey
Posted: November 16, 2023 Filed under: lingerie, Vintage | Tags: dievca, Elegant, erotic, Hollywood Starlet, marabou feathers, Pin Up Girl, Presentation Outfit, retro, Robe, Sexy 2 CommentsMarabou Feathers are the soft down part of the Turkey and often replaces fur in the fashion industry. Marabou Feathers have been used as early as the Eighteenth Century being used to make feather boas and trimmings.
~a Dreamy Halloween~
Posted: October 31, 2023 Filed under: Entertainment, Submission | Tags: BDSM, D/s, Elegant, erotic, Halloween 2023, Marilyn Monroe, Presentation Outfit, Sexy, submissive Leave a commentdievca would much prefer to Present than Party on Halloween.
How about you?
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Ribbon Corset: Evgenia Lingerie
Posted: October 19, 2023 Filed under: lingerie | Tags: BDSM, Corset, D/s, dievca, Elegant, erotic, Evgenia Lingerie, Presentation Outfit, Shopping, submissive, Undergarment Leave a comment
Evgenia’s signature Ribbon Corset returns in Eventide, an exquisite vintage rayon jacquard with rayon petersham. Patterned after a true early 1900s antique ribbon corset and adapted for modern wear, our corsets feature a steel busk and bones with satin lacing at the back for a shapely waist reduction of 2 to 3 inches. Eventide Ribbon Corset
Please note that these pieces are not intended for tightlacing.
The Chase – Agent Provocateur
Posted: October 12, 2023 Filed under: Entertainment, lingerie | Tags: Agent Provocateur, bra panty sets, dievca, Elegant, erotic, Humor, Sexy Advertisements, Undergarments, video Leave a commentdievca missed this one the 1st time around – made her laugh. XO