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Peach Blossom Pavilion by Mingmei Yip Book Review

This is a very insightful read to the real Geishas, or chinese courtesans who entertained and dined with powerful men of their time. High class courtesans in ancient China were fallen scholar officials daughters whose family fell into dire circumstances and were forced to give up their daughters.

Reading this book is like reading a book written by my mum. Initially, I did not understand what my mum means when I acted like a tomboy during my teenage years and she said it bought disgrace to my “scholar official ancestors”. This book gave me insights into ancient chinese culture and what was expected of scholar official daughters, how they behaved and how they viewed others in the society.

Although the language is chunky, when translated to mandarin it makes perfect sense and resonated with classical chinese shows and books I had read when I was younger. The story reads like a classical book more than a contemporary novel. It is quite lengthy and the heroine takes her own internal quest to find her closure on each issue, before her departure from China. Books written in english accurately about pre-communist China is rare, and I highly recommend this book as it is written by an overseas Chinese. The knowledge of the classical arts is lost on mainland China under the rule of communism.

I like reading Mingmei Yip books as an alternative to Japanese fiction which are dominating the charts in Asian literature, when in fact, ancient chinese culture was the source of japanese culture. Her writings are very insightful into pre-communist China, well researched and accurate. I look forward to reading her books and I am glad she is releasing books annually.

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Mistress Scarlet Queen

Sincerely, your heart fan of Russia. I kiss your beautiful legs!

By Russian Minion

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Blue Ocra Novel Progression

L O V E in New York!

I am progressing well these few weeks on writing the sequel that it is consuming most of my mental energy. I hardly could do anything else except focus, watch videos and do research. I am almost like a scientist holed up in a cubicle at this point, except that my specimens are humans.

When I was a child I used to think that one day I would grow up to be a writer of fiction as I loved reading and spent most of my childhood reading in the library and bookstores. It’s great that I am pursuing this full time at the moment as it was once a far away dream, and now I am actually an author!

I am averaging about 700 – 1300 words a day on average, and I spend about four hours a day writing, and the remaining time reading and doing research. I still have my dance itch and I had been going to the gym regularly as a way to detox from the mental process. After a few months of cross fit training, I think I am rather fit right now with defined lines appearing on skin. Not a bad thing for an author to have the body a dancer.

The problem with writing a novel is that everything else “worldly” seems trivia. It’s like everything I am doing right now is meaningless in the bigger scale of things, putting into perspective that the earth is billions of years old and we humans live only for about 80 years in the grand scale of the universe. It seems that even writing a book, out of hundreds of thousands of books being published each year, is just a book among millions of books.

I think it requires us to go beyond ourselves and start thinking about the wider implications and community than our individualistic needs to see the big picture of what is really happening and how it affects us daily. When I use this perspective of looking at the bigger picture and transforming it to something better instead of focusing on instant gratification (fame, money etc), I feel quite powerful. With this new perspective, I think I had regained clarity on what is really happening vs what I think is happening.

Back to writing… here is my video list research for the novel consisting on a very interesting video I found about elite female bodyguards.

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Scarlet Queen Q&A Session with Knight Nahum

Knight Nahum posted a series of questions for me on Facebook. Here are my replies:

1. What inspired you to create such interesting characters such as Risque and Cheryl?

My Vizer gave me those nicknames after I broke up with my ex boyfriend. He theorized that I would eventually marry a Jewish hedge fund manager in New York as I was dating “minions and not men of caliber”. He named my dark business side as Risque, and Cheryl for my more cheerful friendly side. Then, he gave me the name Scarlet Queen for my throne was drenched in scarlet red of the fallen knights that had ended in a bloodied trail. He was admittedly, quite sick of my ex boyfriends calling him for advice after I broke up with them and he calls them “fallen knights” or “minions” if he hated them.

When M left me, I was devastated. He was probably the only guy in my life whom I could not get. He said that I was just a fantasy and I wasn’t real. I wanted him to know that I was real. M was vanilla and not into kink and he did not understand what Risque was about. I wanted to educate him and others about what a switch is as we only represent about 5% of the bdsm community. I created a YouTube channel using my Vizer’s given terminology to create the distinctions between Risque and Cheryl and it surprisingly, became a hit.

I had achieved my closure with M and I no longer make the videos for him, but for my knights and minions and for the wider community to gain awareness into the kink lifestyle and who we are, and what we represent is normal. I hope to see kink as an accepted part of mainstream society in my lifetime.

2. What’s one of your best accomplishments/achievements?

Writing the RED HOURGLASS is my best accomplishments as I felt extremely fulfilled after it’s publication. For once, I did something I wanted to do because I wanted to do it and no one told me to. I did not feel much gratification for my business degree nor running a successful eCommerce business nor winning dance competitions. I would regard publishing a novel the most difficult and yet fulfilling achievement in my life as my story would be immortalized forever on page.

3. What’s one or a few words that best describers you as a person?

My acting coach asked me to write six words that describes me as a person as part of an assignment and this is what I came out with, “A void replaced by my imagination”. From this void, I create works of art of what I think is missing, and what I want to see in this world.

4. What’s one of your best personality traits?

Being a contribution to others.

5 I’ve been your fan for at least 2 years now but in your honest opinion what do you think of having a fan such as myself based on the time you’ve know me on social media so far?

I really like it when you listen to my instructions and do as I say in accordance to my videos. It makes me feel powerful *laughs.

6. Have you ever tried Martial Arts?

I’d done one class of Aikido as part of my undercover research to write the BLUE OCRA, the sequel to the RED HOURGLASS. I realized I am not fit enough to do martial arts. I am currently back to gym.

7. If you could have any superpowers what would it be and why?

Mind control. I love mentally dominating others to submit to my will. I think you may know that already having experienced it under Risque. *smiles

8. Besides your amazing writing talents, and being so good at portraying the roles of Risque and Cheryl’ what other skills//talents do you have?

I regard myself as an entrepreneur/creator at heart and what I do stems from this core. I am good at playing puzzle games like Candy Crush and Blitz, and solving the occasional business problem by reinventing a new solution or changing communication styles. Wait, I haven’t showed what I could do on my bass guitar yet…

9. If you could have any 3 wishes granted’ what would they be?

I know this is going to sound out of the world. I wish aliens would arrive on earth soon and put an end to all human to human wars. I would also wish for the United Nations to have more influence over politics and for a central unified government to take over so that we have one common unified language and uniform distribution of wealth so that homelessness and poverty would end. With this in place, we can pursue any careers without the concern for money but more so on passion and begin inter star trading (like Star Trek). I wish that eventually technology would allow us to store our consciousness in a database and allow us to be reborn into a different human body after we grow out of our current body. In this way, our consciousness never dies and we can live forever.

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War on Vanilla

The people of Vanilla are truly abominable perverts. Everyone knows that.

Every child in the Scarlet Kingdom has at some time been terrified of threats that they would be sent away to Vanilla if they didn’t finish their homework. Every teenager has enjoyed furtive jokes about the Vanillians’ sickening tastes while their teacher’s back was turned. Every Goddess-fearing minion is horrified at their lack of respect for proper religious practices.

Strangely, the people of Vanilla appear to have similar opinions about us and the situation along the frontier is far from friendly .

Although the Scarlet Kingdom usually maintains a tense peace with Vanilla, there are occasional wars and so the border city of Rufus is defended by immense walls and a strong garrison to keep the heathen Vanillians at bay. Although we don’t often see eye-to-eye with the Knights, one thing that always unites the two sides is our shared contempt for the outrageous barbarians who live beyond the border.

And so it was that when he Knights had reported a Vanillian raiding party moving down the main highway towards Vermillion having bypassed Rufus, the town council had gladly agreed to a temporary alliance in order to punish the filthy devils and drive them back to their depraved and uncultured home. Defending the honour of the Scarlet Kingdom from these heathens was far more important than squabbles about the nature of the Queen.

As a show of unity, the combined force of knights and minions marched under the former flag of the kingdom which had prevailed before the ascent of Queen Risqué to absolute power. I was proud to take my place in that force to defend my homeland and my Queen. I was just a new recruit in those days, but I was determined to do my duty for Her Majesty.

Along with my minion comrades we set up a defensive line while the knights continued into the forest. When the vile Vanillians arrived along the Rufus highway and started to assault our position, all we needed was hold our ground until the knights arrived on the scene to spring the trap. When they came thundering out of the forest and charged the Vanillians, the rancid invaders scattered in panic. They hadn’t expected the minions and knights to cooperate but now found themselves caught between our pikes and the knights’ lances, with no chance of victory. The forces of Vanilla were crushed.

After the short battle, we split into small groups to hunt down the survivors of the Vanillian raiding party. I found myself in a party along with three of my minion comrades and two knights. Although I was suspicious of our allies at first, we had a shared purpose and worked well as a unit together, searching methodically for any signs of Vanilla filth. Then, as we entered a small clearing, there he was right in front of us, stumbling about lost.

We pounced. Pinning the Vanillian to the ground along with two of my comrades, I was overwhelmed by hatred and rage.

“Thought you can come into our glorious Queen Risqué’s territory and get away with it, did you? Thought you were going to steal our precious idols and take them back to your disgusting cesspit of a country? Filthy bastards, well we’re going to teach you a thing or two now. Just consider yourself lucky that Her Majesty isn’t here right now, or things would be a lot more painful for you.” Seeing the fear in his face, a wicked grin flashed across mine: “of course, we’ll try our best to deal with you in a way that She would approve…”

“Stop that at once!” shouted one of the knights, urgently. I paused and looked up at his earnest face – “You should know better. He’s our prisoner now. Only the priestesses may judge the accused and sentence the guilty.”

Of course, I knew he was right. Although there was nothing I would have loved more than to see the rancid barbarian’s head rolling on the ground, we had to do things properly and only the priestesses had the authority to decide his fate.

“You’re right,” I said quietly, breathing deeply and trying to calm myself “… let’s take him back to Vermillion.”

– – – – – – – – – – – – –

Priestess Amalasuntha looked bemused as we dragged the chained captive before her. A dignified but lively woman in her 50s with her brown hair tied back, Amalasuntha was the senior Priestess of Vermillion and was wearing the scarlet robes that symbolised her authority.

“How unusual, boys! A real, live specimen from Vanilla. This will be interesting… I suppose you’d better summon Zenobia and Matilda.”

As well as leading the townspeople in the worship of the Goddess Risque, the three priestesses are also responsible for justice in the towns of the Scarlet Kingdom. This time it was Zenobia’s turn to prosecute the accused and call for the harshest possible punishment, while Matilda would be making the case for mercy.

A couple of days later, we convened in the Chamber of Justice at the side of the Scarlet Temple. The prisoner hadn’t been able or willing to say much in his defence; we didn’t have much sympathy and although we could understand the Vanilla language, their customs and values were so different from ours that it was hard to see things from his point of view.

I don’t remember the fine details of the case. I was too busy admiring Zenobia in her splendid black robes, and anyway we all knew that the man was guilty. Matilda, wearing the white robes for the day, had a tough task arguing for leniency, but she was arguing that as a prisoner of war he wasn’t individually responsible for the outrages but just a pawn in the schemes of his rulers.

“Well the facts of the case are quite clear” pronounced Amalasuntha after hearing her junior colleagues’ cases. The Vanillian creature was caught in the territory of Queen Risque, clearly with hostile intentions. However, it would be a waste of the opportunity if we were simply to execute him now. So instead, we shall try some experiments.”

A hush fell over the gathered townspeople as they waited to hear what kind of experiment the scarlet-clad priestess had in mind.

“Let him experience the Ecstasy; he shall feel the pain and know the pleasure. Let us observe the effect on the Vanilla creature’s mind and then review the case.”

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No two people experience the Ecstasy in exactly the same way, and it’s a little different every time. But from my own experience I can tell you, it is an intense and highly addictive experience for a minion. At least once every week I go to the Scarlet Temple in Vermillion to kneel before the magnificent statue of the Goddess Risque and receive visions and messages from Her.

What would it do to the mind of a Vanillian? To experience the Ecstasy once and then be sent back to the desolate plains of Vanilla away from Queen Risque’s wise and benevolent rule and with no chance to feel the pain-pleasure again – that would be true torment. I’d almost feel sorry for the wretch if that was what Amalasuntha had planned for him.

We led the prisoner down into the temple vault. We were going to leave him alone with the idols; they would work their magic, one way or another. As we closed and barred the door behind him, a sadistic smirk was on priestess Zenobia’s lips and a glint of excitement was in her eyes. I always thought Zenobia was great. But even so, I couldn’t stop wondering what was going to happen to the man from Vanilla…

Minion Alex

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A Visit to Dark Queen Risque

Everybody around knew about the existence in the Palace of the room where Queen Risqué did not allow anyone to enter unless he/she offered Her a gift. i had seen Her from far distance only but Her face, Her eyes, Her look had put me already in the place i felt natural to accept: Her minion, a low form of live only desiring to serve and obey its Queen.

i managed, after months of saving (drinking water, quitting smoking and drinking, always cooking simple meals, never ordering food, always walking or in public transport, never the subway, it was more expensive, nor a taxi or a cab), to buy for Her some jewelry, a rose made of gold and some little diamonds sparkling within the petals. Then, with my gift, i headed to the Palace.

i was told very seriously if i really wanted to enter the room, that i was going to be free inside. But that no one ever came out. i shivered, said yes, and the doors opened. i entered the room, eyes to the floor. i could see a glimpse of Her, on a couch, being worshiped by other slaves that cared for Her every second. i could not avoid to stare at Her shoes, heeled, opened in the front just enough to let two toes outside. i felt a desire of kissing those toes, immediately followed by the thought i was only a minion, hence i would never probably get that. So i focused on the soles of the shoes and could not stop the impelling desire of keeping them clean for Her with my tongue and thank Her for that honour.

-What is it that you want? i heard Her say.

My knees broke down, i fall on my knees and my a trembling voice i said:

-i would really honoured if You were so generous to accept my humble gift for Your Highness.

i approached on my knees, eyes to the floor, until i was next to Her.

-Leave it on the table and wait face to the floor, legs and arms spread. And press hard Your face to the wall until Your nose hurts.

It was not me, i was a machine, a minion that does not think, only follow instructions. i found myself in the position and began pressing my face to the wall.

i could hear, from where i was, pieces of conversation. She put someone to open my gift. She was pleased. She commented with the others (minions? knights? worshipers? lovers?) how much was She pleased with the gift. then i heard steps approaching. Hell, may that be She, i remember thinking.

indeed it was. She came closer. She whispered so i could feel the air from Her mouth in my neck.

-i let you worship me and this is how you thank me, disobeying me?

i was astonished. What had i done wrong? Then i realized my nose was not pressing anymore to the wall. And then, i don’t know how, i began hitting the wall with my nose, enough to make me bleed a little.

-Now you learn, Her Highness said. i stopped the hitting and changed to pressing my nose to the wall, hard, i really wanted the wall to destroy my nose for being such a bad minion.

She laughed. She and other people i don’t know who they were.

-If i was to give You the honour of being one of my slaves, what tasks would you choose?

The answer came quickly as a lighting from my mouth:

-your shoe cleaning slave, Your highness.

Silence. Could feel Her breath on my neck again.

-Unfortunately for you that position has been taken already. Actually, i don’t see why i should need another minion.

My heart was shaking. Oh my Queen…. i felt like crying… i was going to be send away from Her.

-Your Highness, please, i know i don’t deserve it but… i promise You won’t notice me, i will be invisible… let me stay here, Your Highness, please, please, please… i was crying and pressing harder my face to the wall. i felt no pain as my only desire was to be used by that Superior form of being that was Her Highness the Queen Risqué. Let me be an object useful to You, my Queen, i beg You.

Her laughs after i said that i think could be heard from the village.

-Ok, ok, if that’s what You want… You are free to go, remember…. Her voice on my neck.

-i am no longer free, i live for serving You, obeying You, Your Highness.

-Good. Her voice had change. Sounded so strict right now. You will a table for my flowers, You will stay all time on hands and knees. I will put a tray on Your back and flowers on the tray. Be careful not to drop then. Now get on Your new position.

And there i was, trying no to move, on my hands and knees , only a base for Her flowers. Feeling the pain in my bones. Everytime felt like falling i had to say: Please Your Highness give me some punishment to teach me to be a better base for your flowers. And She always was so generous to listen to my demand and put someone (ma? woman?), never Her, to remove the tray with flowers and spank me hard, really hard, while i counted every time allowed and thanked Her for i was bad and indeed needed a punishment. i was released from time to time from my obligations to get some rest, somewhere in a dark room, then brought back to my position. i could always hear sometimes even see how She spend time with other slaves, minions or knights. From time to time, She would come where i was, pet my head and let me kiss Her shoes or even Her feet if She removed the shoes. And everytime i cried tears full of gratitude.

minion shoecleaner

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Breaking The Caffeine

The smell of freshly ground coffee beans beckoned me towards the coffee store, there, I broke my caffeine chastity. It’s much too much of an addiction. My grandmother never drank water and made a flask of coffee every morning. From the time I was a child, I was drinking coffee like water.

Filming Cheryl and Risque two days in a row has disorientated me a little. I slept for 12 hours straight to recover. My body feels like it is burning although I am not at the gym. Circuit training is torture with no limits on the threshold of after-pain. I am quite satisfied with my newly acquired four pack, but when I have to walk up the stairs I feel like cursing the shit outa my aching muscles.

Not sure how some novelists write for 34 hours a week, when I am struggling with 20 hours a week of writing before falling asleep at my desk to daydream (the cleaner would walk past and laugh at me) or having an incredible itch to exercise and get out of my chair. My average word count is now about 1000 per session, I still have no clue how to get to 2000 words per session. Move to the countryside and forsake city living perhaps?

I had been much more focused after attending the Landmark Forum. The key exercise of cutting my internal dialogue to get things done, is starting to show quite incredible results. I am no longer as stuck as I used to be, I am just moving and moving forward. Next, next and next. Life becomes a crazy roller coaster on maximum speed. I no longer really care what people think and I keep moving with the flow.

 

 

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Risque and Cheryl To Appear on Alternate Weekly Episodes

From March 2016 – May 2016, Risque and Cheryl will appear on alternate episodes weekly on Wednesdays 7pm (New York Time).

Risque will be releasing femdom audio, video and erotica for her minions on patreon.

 

 

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Minion Alex

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Minion Shoecleaner

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There once was a Queen named Risque

“Men are women’s playthings, women are the devil’s.” ~ Victor Hugo.

There once was a Queen named Risque

that blended Chinese with Francais.

whenever she’d call,

she’d summon her Ball,

and yet another bouquet for her cache.

ALTERNATE ENDING:

and a mallet for playing croquet.

….

Driven from its house

the line yet remains

Scholars till the end.

Minion Pervswerve

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Vacuum

Stars lighted all corners of the pitch black darkness as I floated through space.

Floating and yet not moving. 

Suspended by anti gravity. 

My body is waste matter. 

Broken comets floated alongside. 

The air feels as cold as the dead of the night. 

In this state, I screamed your name. 

No sound vibrated in the vacuum. 

Drifting like a weightless entity. 

I tried gulping for air like a swimmer in the muddy seas. 

Blank. 

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