Thanks to the generous donations of patreons, especially unworthy minion, we had hit our fund funding milestone to film at The Scarlet Hotel for full-fledged production of The Scarlet Queen storyline for our YouTube Channel.
The Scarlet Queen YouTube started in Dec 2012 with an initial launch of 30 videos daily. It resumed production in Jan 2015 with a video released weekly to date. As of March 2017, it has hit is fan funding milestone of US$500 monthly to start filming at The Scarlet Hotel.
The beta run production of the initial filming will be used to pitch to an independent director to turn The Scarlet Queen YouTube to a feature length film for debut at the Toronto Film Festival.
The Scarlet Queen would like to thank you for your generous support and patron donations to allow her to take her artistry to the next level.
Your eyes are two mirrors
deep and mysterious
with a feline and voluptuous charm.
Your mouth is fleshy and swollen
as red as strawberries and cherries
holding out your words
whispered with sensuality.
Your skin is velvety
like the peach blossoms
so precious and virginal.
Your legs are idols to be worshipped
so soft and silky,
thighs on which the tired warrior would like to let his head rest
to caress them with his cheeks
to pour on them his thirsty lips.
Only a Goddess can be a symbol of femininity
Only a Goddess can give a man dreams and fairy-tale visions.
Only a Goddess may be what you are
And at your feet I place my words
as if they were a carpet.
Inspired in part by "Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions"
I grew up in the first dimension, in the flatlands under the reign of Queen
poka. Like here, in flatland, we have two sexes, circles, or woman, and
From our perspective, the woman are awesome, when they rotate, their
length never changes. The are as constant as the horizon. They drive some
of us squares crazy with desire with their sensous lines. We cannot really
see their lovely round shapes in the first dimension, but in our minds eye,
they are very, very, sexy.
From the time i was just little square, i would carry girls geometry books.
I just couldn't see how any circle could ever be attracted to an ugly square.
There was one particular circle that completely captivated me. i was just
like her little octagon, what we call puppies.
I followed her everywhere, doing everything she commanded. By the time
I entered my 12th year of age, I had been her little octagon for 2 full years.
All the other circles knew I was her octagon and often teased me but i was
happy - for a time.
The problem is circles and octagons cannot have a relationship no more than a
Woman would be have a relationship with a puppy. And so the day inevitably
came when my circle took a lover. As I stood there beside them, my outer
perimeter shaking nervously, the love of my life, my darling circle, motioned
me to kneel. She made me kneel like the insignificant octagon I had become.
There were only two choices, run or submit. I had such a crush, i could never
run. All I could do was kneel. Kneel like the insignificant ocatagon I was.
I wanted to cry. All I could do was kneel. if this is what my darling circle
wanted me to be, then i would swallow my pride and become the best
octagon i could be.
I acted tough and did lots of squarely things to counter my octagon feelings
inside but most of the circles in our area knew I was just a submissive octagon.
After we parted, it seemed like every circle I dated wanted to treat me as an
octagon. I often wondered if there was some heavenly force guiding my vector.
Instead of fighting it, i embraced it. I became a very small and submissive
square. i made sure to always open doors for circles and let them step ahead
of me in the grocery lines. I made an effort to be exceptionally polite and
go out of my way to make every circle feel special.
It should not have come as a surprise that the relationships I would develop
with other circles would also be mostly be C/o (Circle/octagaon). At the
time, because it just felt naturally, I didn't see my own submission, but
obviously the circles could tell.
In my later years I joined the Queen's army and become a spy for Queen Poka.
Queen Poka had learned through underground source of a new weapon of mass
submission called curves. It was believed no square, in any dimension, could
resist them. Queen Poka spies reported the Scarlet Queen had some of the most
effective curves. Queen Poka therefore decided to kidnap the Scarlet Queen
and steal her curves. In order to do this, she would need to send an agent
to the third dimenions to do some further reconnaisance.
After weeks of research our scientist developed a way to transport me to the
third dimension using a 3d printer. The plan was for me to infiltrate the
Scarlet Queen's realm and hide out in vanilla space and observe until the
time was right.
Upon arriving in the third dimension I immediately located the Scarlet Queen
but I was unable to remain hidden. Three dimensional women are even more beautiful
than one dimension ones and I was immediately mesmerized by her curves. Damn. As
I watched her videos I became even more transformed. I began to understand that
being an insignificant minion was a most meaningful existence. It reminded me
of my days as an octagon. Her curves had seduced and corrupted me!
I decided to defect to the Dark Queen's side and become her loyal, but unworthy
and insignificant minion. That is all any minion could ever really wish for. If
you listen carefully, there is great wisdom in everything says. Minions, like
octagons, can never be good enough for our Queen, all we can do is check our
desire and get down upon our needs and look upon our Queen's curves. Becoming
her pet octagon, or minion, and serving the Queen is all i can ever hope for.
When one's fate or vector has been decided, it can never change, in any dimension.
Two pure marble columns
Sinuous and slender…
They have been chiselled and polished by a sculptor from the unrivaled experience.
Two lithe and perverse tigers
who are sprawling languidly,
There is nothing more beautiful
Nothing more sublime in the world
Than the legs of my Queen.
Only to see the beautiful legs of my Queen
My heart starts to beat furiously
Excited, in love!
The Divine legs of my Queen are a wonderful gift.
It is a gift to look at her bare legs
Admire her little bare feet, resembling two white doves.
If you’d only give to your slave the permission to place his thirsty lips
on your bare feet, so slim and tapered.
If you’d only want to let me adore and worship your Goddess feet.
Then for me it would be the ecstasy!
Though you would hit me with your pretty feet, I would consider it a gesture of love!
And if you’d whip me, perfidiously, letting me lick your lovable feet
Letting me caress your wonderful legs
Then it would be the supreme pleasure!
Because nothing will ever give me the joy you give me with your lovely legs.
Your pure porcelain legs
Your precious legs, just like the most rare jade.
Legs from the glowing skin, like pearls!
If I could ever caress your sublime legs
I would find out that your skin is so smooth and silky that nothing in the world can ever be said to be so smooth!
Not even the rarest among the rarest flowers in the mountains of Tibet!
Thank you, my Goddess,
for the endless joy you give me!
What happens if you meet the person you are meant for,
Only to realise that they are in love with someone else?
“It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” Alfred Tennyson
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