My Rainbow Wings – Post Munch Metamorphosis

There is a Chinese saying that one lives through four stages of life, just like the seasons of the year. I lived as a young caterpillar during the spring of my life, in an empty state of consumption and learning of knowledge. I lived as a formless cocoon in the summer, pleasing everyone wishes and what they expected of me in the society as a faceless soul in the sea of capitalism.
 
In autumn, I was a hungry greedy caterpillar. I chewed on leaves after leaves, full of greed. I consumed and consumed, growing in size, as I ate from day to night. Like a greedy child who was never full despite the amount of candy, his mother gave him.
 
In an enclosed cocoon state, in a blank state. My identity was formless like water, yet it sparkled like the fragments of a broken diamond. My shiny cocoon insulated me from the winter. It made me turn a blind eye to who I was, inside, as I lived in a half lie and half truth.
 
In the half-life, I was living in my dreams that one day I would emerge as a Butterfly. I would conquer the skies with my rainbow wings, and find my lover in the lush tropical forest, and flutter into the skies towards dusk.
 
In my half-truth, I was nothing but asleep. Life past by slowly like a film in monochrome black and white. I would drift through life like a floating leaf in the sea, not reacting, but just observing and being engulfed by the waves… sinking into the depths without a choice.
 
In my half truth and lies, I wore a white and black mask.
 
When I wore my white mask, I tried to seek for the one to liberate my soul from my dreamlike state. I begged and prayed each night, for someone to save me from the dark night of my soul. I needed help. I felt I was sinking into the ocean depths, and I could not wake up from this terrible dream. I was nothing but a mess of self-pity, that had no reprieve. I craved to submit and worship the one and only one true Master of my desires.
 
When I wore my black mask, I tried to seek for materialistic needs. I needed more of everything – bags, clothes, houses, holidays. I needed the world at my feet. I wanted to control the minds of minions. I wanted to be worshipped. I wanted everyone to serve my every desire to be at the top of society, as I look down, mocking at the little pathetic minions. I would amuse myself with their antics as I chewed on a bittersweet dark chocolate, enjoying the pleasures of life under the starry skies with a slave kneeling by my feet.
 
Of course, they were both half truth and half lies.
 
I wanted to emerge from my disillusion. But I did not know how. Did I need someone to save me? Or do I need to save someone? I was lost.
 
I stumbled upon a munch. A munch. What was that? A hamburger outing? To my curiosity, it was for people who were like me. Those who were living in their cocoon states, waiting to emerge as butterflies.
 
At the local munch, I met others with their rainbow wings, glittering under the lights in their full splendour. They were happy and high. They were soaring in the skies, accepting each other with tenderness. Their passionate voices were calling out to my soul to emerge, to join them and fly towards the skies.
 
In my cocoon state, I watched others like me emerge from their cocoons and flutter towards the light. I wasn’t alone in the ocean. There were many others like me, floating aimlessly, waiting for that very chance to shine.
 
I tore the exterior of my cocoon shell, as I reached a tiny hand out into the open. I felt the atmosphere of warmth and love go through my fingers, deep into my veins, feeling me up with new found sensations that pulsated into my heart strings. I felt a new aliveness, that I was finally going to be liberated from the dark dream state of the enclosed cocoon.
 
I spread out my rainbow wings in full width, I fluttered my wings and flew towards the direction of the light, joining the butterflies in their warm loving embrace, mingling and munching in the dance of love.
 
Thank you, Fetlife.

Filming At The Scarlet Hotel Complete

The Scarlet Queen FullThe filming at The Scarlet Hotel is complete as of April 2017 after hitting our fan funding of US$500 monthly. Thank you to our patreon minions for supporting our artistry and quest to accept oneself for who they are.

The purpose of the series is to create a context of freedom of sexuality as a new context to live into, for with full self-acceptance comes freedom and power.

The Scarlet Queen will look for an independent movie director to turn the Scarlet Queen YouTube into a full-fledged movie production for submission to the Toronto Film Festival to promote awareness for the BDSM community.

The new fan funding milestone of US$2000 will enable the filming of The Scarlet Queen to a full length 40 min feature film to take place.

Do support the channel production at http://patreon.com/scarletqueen and you will be rewarded with pain and pleasure.

Filming at The Scarlet Hotel

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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

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.

Minion Square

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
squares, men. 

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. 

Unworthy Minion