When you hear a name such as Mistress Barbara, you can possibly imagine a dominatrix so in control of your pleasure that she will whip it out of you even if you are in a worst possible mood.
Imagine... just bear with me.... Imagine a woman so in control of her own desires that she is able to forget those just so you can lose yourself at her expense. A name as Mistress Barbara evokes a woman of mystery and grand power. Unfortunately for Mistress Barbara the name does not live up to it's meaning...
Imagine... just bear with me.... Imagine a woman so in control of her own desires that she is able to forget those just so you can lose yourself at her expense. A name as Mistress Barbara evokes a woman of mystery and grand power. Unfortunately for Mistress Barbara the name does not live up to it's meaning...
Mistress Barbara is one of those brilliant fakes, able to produce interesting haunting things and unable to play them, which of course makes me doubt her credibility.
She served a heaping doze of punishment last Saturday at Sullivan Room. But it wasn't a pleasant pain, it was an excruciating pain. The moment she felt "in the moment" for 30 seconds or so, she let it go to a frivolous disaster that can't even be classified as tech house, or whatever you want to call it. There was not one inspiring moment in her set, although after 2 hours I had enough and left. Mistress Barbara couldn't be a mistress or Barbara for that matter, he face was scrunched into a horrible grimace as if she couldn't orgasm... She was not dancing, she was not grooving, she was in pain. It's hard for me to write these words but it's my duty. If you are looking for the same seduction as "I am no human" you'll be mighty disappointed by the cold mistress.
She served a heaping doze of punishment last Saturday at Sullivan Room. But it wasn't a pleasant pain, it was an excruciating pain. The moment she felt "in the moment" for 30 seconds or so, she let it go to a frivolous disaster that can't even be classified as tech house, or whatever you want to call it. There was not one inspiring moment in her set, although after 2 hours I had enough and left. Mistress Barbara couldn't be a mistress or Barbara for that matter, he face was scrunched into a horrible grimace as if she couldn't orgasm... She was not dancing, she was not grooving, she was in pain. It's hard for me to write these words but it's my duty. If you are looking for the same seduction as "I am no human" you'll be mighty disappointed by the cold mistress.
The crowd was lovely as always but I couldn't help but notice that they were not really dancing, just moving in a drunk stupor as there was no other options at this point. Mistress Barbara turned out to be as pretentious as her name. Shame shame shame... I was so looking forward to being seduced!
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