Thursday, November 5, 2015

Rope Bondage.

I like to take the time to delve into the depths of specific aspects of my craft. Bondage is one of the specifics I frequently find myself musing on. There is something simple about it. It is the first thing that people think of when BDSM comes up. References to kinky furry handcuffs are commonplace. But bondage is anything but commonplace when looked at closely.

Bondage is a physical activity that involves binding the body in a way that the subject is compelled and subjugated to the dominance and control of another. Hands tied, hogtie, mummification, there are endless physical permutations of this activity.

I have been delving into rope bondage lately.

I am fascinated with the different ways different bodies move. I love the look on my subject's face as they feel the rope get tighter and tighter as I continue to furiously tie. Before he/she knows it, he/she is trapped in my wonderful web.

I step back. I watch. The struggle is beautiful: single line from a chest harness to a hard point, one leg tied up, the other leg forced to balance the weight. I watch and the expression on my subjects face slowly dissolves into serenity as he/she gives into the sensation.

The tight rope offers security while presenting torture at the same time. I watch from the other side of the room, every so often, approaching to offer a slight sensation: My warm breath on the neck, My finger tips across an exposed nipple, sometimes a sadistic tug on whatever cock rope may be present.

I watch carefully and closely for the signs that its time to change position.

I switch positions and repeat.

It always amazes me how different each body is, how different each limit is.

Eventually, I let me subject go, I hear the sigh of relief and see the sadness that O/our time has ended.

They always come back. Rope is an addicting thing like that.
Are you ready to be tangled in mine?

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

A great idea

I met j in a vanilla setting but knew right away that he was kinky. Fast forward 6 months, I decided to take him to Parthenon for a Fem Domme Party. It was his first time a party in a dungeon and he was nervous to say the least, he wasn't sure what to expect.

I had plenty planned for him.

To start the night, I made him carry a balloon. It seemed innocuous at first but after a while it began to weigh on him, not literally, but mentally. I love a good mind game and making sure the balloon didn't pop was a perfect little game.

When we arrived j was overwhelmed by Mistresses and Dommes dressed to the 9s and male subs catering to their every whim. After some socializing, I dragged him into a room and began the scene.

I began with a suspension. I carefully looped the rope and noted and hitched until he was off the ground. The whole time, we were both cracking jokes and having a great time.  By the time I tied off the final line to take j completely off the floor, there was a crowd watching us. We didn't care, we were having our own fun.

j was just hanging out, still holding onto his balloon of course.
I reached into my bag.

he had watched me pack the bag earlier and questioned some of my choices, mostly my choice to include rubber bands.  With the balloon in his hand, suspended in midair, he has no choice but to succumb to my whims. I proceeded to cover his head in rubber bands, contorting his face. I made a gag out of the rubber bands and he started to drool. I stretched one around his nose to make it turn up.

It was all good fun.

As we continued, I heard someone say "Wow, she's the real deal."

I thought to myself, "Damn right I am!"

It was a good night.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Make My Day you little bitches

Currently in SOUTH FLORIDA 
Booking sessions June 29-July 2

I come up with great sessions I would love to do all the time. The problem is finding the person who really is willing to do whatever I want. There are people out there, I know. I can't be the only weirdo who thinks of these types of things. So here it is, 11 session ideas that I need the right slaves for.

  1. BEACH DAY PUBLIC SESSION: Whatever your fetish, I want to figure out a way to session on the beach. I want to hear the waves crashing mixed with your pleading. I want to feel the sun on My skin as you worship My feet. Instead of My creative rope bondage, I want to sip a tropical drink while you dig a hole for Me to burry you in. I want to then use your face as a footrest while I finish My mojito. 
  2. SPA DAY: I want to go to a day spa with one of My friends and I want you to watch Me get pampered. I want you to be jealous when I am getting a pedicure. Then after you've had your full of humiliation of being the guy staring at Me in the spa, I will send you to run errands for Me so that I can fully relax after My day at the spa. Afterwards, if you've completed your chores, I will allow you to worship My feet and be My foot stool.
  3. BOARD GAME OBJECTIFICATION: I know I've talked about this one before, but I still haven't done it. I want to turn a man into My personal board game. I want to have him serve Me for a game night then when We are ready, he will be Our board game. The rules will be arbitrary and made up as We go. Might include just about anything, We can get pretty creative.
  4. POETRY SLAVE: I want to read poetry out loud while you worship My feet. I want to put together an anthology of dirty tantalizing poems tailored to drive you wild. I will read them so passionately while you show your appreciation for My gift of words at my feet. It will be a literary experience you won't soon forget.
  5. LET IT EAT CAKE: I want to step in cake. I want to feel the sugary goodness of the frosting between My toes. I want to watch you painstakingly lick every bit of frosting off My cute little toes, only to watch Me step in the cake and have to start all over again. I want to watch as you enjoy the delicious treat on My delicious feet. I want to fuck your little mouth with My frosted toes. I want to watch your struggle not to choke. Then, only when I have had My fill of fun, you will carefully clean both My feet and whatever other mess what made in the process. No one likes a messy slave.
  6. POOL BOY SLAVE: One of My favorite parts of summer is hanging out at the pool or on the beach. Whats better than lounging by a body of water and soaking up the sun? Well, thats where you come in. I want a pool boy slave for the day. While I am lounging and relaxing, your only objective is to make My day better. Whether its watermelon or a mojito, you will fulfill and serve Me in whatever way I see fit. Maybe you'll get lucky and I'll ask you to help Me apply sunblock.  
  7. LOLLIPOP CUCKOLD: You know you aren't worthy of My sexual attention and you crave to see Me with a real man, but you are so below real man that I don't think you even deserve to even see that. What you can see is Me licking a unicorn pop. I love lollipops and know how to eat them to drive any man crazy. Let Me tease you and show you how I'd treat a real man. How pathetic you are. Humiliation by lollipop is one sweet desire.
  8. BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE CIA:  If you've seen Me before, you know that I am a cerebral creature. I find the psychology of BDSM to be one of the most appealing aspects. So when the CIA advanced interrogation report became public, I was enthralled. You better book Me for the weekend because this is going to take a while. I want to sit down and go through the advanced interrogation techniques and create a list of techniques to test out on you. Luck for you one of my favorite activities is water boarding.
  9. HOME GOODS SLAVE: A Goddess like Me deserves to live in a temple. We will go to various botiques as I acquire the finishing luxurious touches to complete my dream apartment. I have a fetish for nice housewares. I find it extremely arousing and comforting to be surrounded by nice things. I want to elevate My apartment to that level. It is nice now, but imagine how much better dinner will taste when I make it on the new pans you bought for. If you're lucky, I will let you eat it with a knife and fork like a civilized person. If not, you will eat from a bowl on My new kitchen floor like the dog you are.
  10. PUBLIC ASH TRAY: Imagine the looks on peoples faces when I start using your mouth as My own personal ashtray. We looked like any other couple in the park till I leaned over and exhaled thick smoke all over your face. We appeared normal till I quietly asked you to get on your knees in front of me and open your mouth. It was a beautiful day out and I didn't want to waste it in the dungeon. Now, open your mouth and swallow My ash like I know you so desperately want to.
  11. NPR BONDAGE: I am a huge nerd and I love listening to NPR. I love to learn about a variety of topics as well as keep up to date on various news items. I also love bondage. So why not combine the two? I would love to listen to This American Life while I put you in extremely restrictive bondage. I want to watch you squirm in my rope while Serial plays in the back ground. I want to watch you relax into your binds as Ask Me Another fills the room. 

Make My day bitches. 
I hear "I'll do anything you want" every day, step up and prove it. Make My dreams come true. Don't be a selfish little bitch. See you soon. 

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Hints of Summer

With Memorial Day weekend upon us, there is no doubt that summer is just around the corner. Summer invites many naughty opportunities that are not to be wasted and not wasting naughty opportunities is what we did this weekend.

Our little Sarah baby finished her IVY LEAUGE education and celebrated her birthday! Our whole kinky crew went up to her house in Connecticut for wet, tasty, messy pool party BBQ fun. It started out innocently enough, with plenty of congratulations, happy birthdays and polite conversation. Then shit got weird when the weirdos hit the pool. Immediately after we changed into bikinis and swim trunks we turned into the rowdy bunch you all know and love.

The culmination of the night was a little bit of splosh-y food play goodness. It started when My friend Happy and I attempted to recreate a game of fluffy bunny We played one night with My girl Mel. Mel was a champ and fit 8 giant camping marshmallows in her mouth.

But everyone one else took this as a challenge and I proceeded to stuff mouth after mouth with sugary goodness. I reused the same marshmallows and added a few more and stuffed 10 into Nikki's pretty mouth. Followed by sweet little Lo who fit an astonishing 12 in her mouth. By the end the cup of marshmallows was wet and sticky, spotted with hair and grass.

The three girls were a giggly and sticky mess afterwards.

Once We were riled up, We had no choice but to continue our messy rampage: it was time for the cupcake gang bang.

We giggled our way down to the basement and retrieved our surprise for baby Sarah on her birthday: 6 red velvet cupcakes. We found Sarah and pinned her down. We shoved, pushed, rubbed, smushed, and covered her with the delightful pastries. Her face was a mess and covered in frosting and cake. It was a job well done for me and my minions.

If this is how we kicked off summer, I can't wait to see what kinky things happen over the next few months.

UPDATES: I will be in Miami taking sessions from 
June 29 to July 1.
Book your session now!

**All photos taken by Reeru and used with permission.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Personal slaves.

Regardless of how carefully and directly I word my ads, I get requests from rude little boys wanting to be My personal slave.

Oh hello stranger who knows nothing about Me....

Here is the thing about personal slaves, its personal.  The few slaves I keep around have proven their dedication, they show their passion and love for me to no end. They help Me in ways that are not easy to explain. But the key is, that I have chosen them. They did not come begging Me for attention, I saw them, I saw the potential, I cultivated that, I reap the benefits of it.

It has to come from Me. You cannot ask to be a slave, you can only make yourself available for the possibility. You cannot DEMAND to be taken into MY household.  It seems simple. It seems like something apparent but apparently it is not.

I have two personal slaves at this time. Both of them are fantastic. One was actually My first client ever, the other is my girl Mel. Neither asked, both were rewarded with such positions with My life.
Mel runs errands for Me and helps keep Me organized and is rewarded with the sweet guidance she craves. The other funds My budding rubber addiction and gets to serve My friends and Me when we get together.

So you want to be MY personal slave?

Don't send me stupid poorly written emails. Don't beg, don't grovel, don't demand.

See Me in a session and session with Me regularly. Impress Me with tribute. Impress Me with your ability to anticipate My needs. Prove yourself worthy of this type of position, and having some fucking pride about it.

Good luck worms.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

What a whirlwind last few weeks.

My birthday came and passed and I celebrated with those close to Me. I was hoping for a fantastic session to come through, but sometimes you little perverts out there get cold feet. I get it: I am intimidating. But if you ever have concerns about your time with Me, reach out, tell Me your concerns. I am a very understanding and compassionate person, even though I’ve been known to crave men’s tears.

Aside from that, I have acquired my first piece of bondage furniture: a gorgeous spanking bench from House of Pain NYC. I also received a rope kit from a dear friend. I love rope and I am excited to learn more about it and practice on my favorite little pets. 

I have also been experimenting more heavily with financial domination. It is intoxicating. Taking money from some poor financial slave is satisfying; I know I deserve that money more than you. I know that I know how to put it to better use; I want it. I want to play games until you are broke and eating ramen noodles to satisfy My lust for your money.

**In addition to lots of kinky news, I am also changing my scheduling procedures.  I will be limiting my phone calls to Tuesdays. Call me 9 am to 9 pm on Tuesdays. I am available for last minute and day of sessions on this day. 

Other wise, all session requests must be submitted through email.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Rubber: My first time

Trying on rubber has been on my kinky to do list for a long time now. I love tight form-fitting clothing and spandex is a staple of my vanilla wardrobe. It is undeniably sexy when material clings to my curves and presses against my skin.

Knowing this about myself, I knew once I tried on some rubber, I would be changed. 

I've put it off for a year.

I've dreamed about it and done numerous idealistic internet shopping carts. 

So yesterday, when Miss Ariana was playing dress up in her closet with one of the other girls in the dungeon, I gathered up my courage and asked her if she had something I could wear as well. She looked in her closet which houses her impressive rubber collection and pulled out a transparent black skirt and top set and I died a little inside. There was a minute of questioning of whether my giant ass would fit into the form fitting skirt.

 After some wiggling and help from Miss Ariana, I was zipped into a rubber skirt for the first time. 
I knew immediately I was in love.
Some more wiggling and help from Miss Ariana the long sleeved top was on, the cuffs hugging my wrists.

"Do you want a hood too?" she asked. 
I nodded yes, trying not to drool.

Once the hood was zipped up too, I felt amazing.
I loved it.
A tight sexy second layer of skin, just like they always told me. 

"Are you rubber addicted yet?" Miss Ariana asked me as she helped me out of the outfit.

"Probably," I replied.

Wouldn't you love to see me in more rubber?

Monday, March 16, 2015

Dirty Little Plastics

When I am not talking to perverts and sessioning in my dungeon, I am with my Dirty Little Plastics. We are a troublesome trio, three dirty little girls who are usually up to no good. We are the girls from high school you were too scared to talk to. We are the girls who made you cower when you dared to make eye contact. We are mean, pretty and oh so twisted. One of the DLP is my wonderful Mel, and the other is sweet little Sarah.

Sweet little Sarah is a Daddy's girl, and she's damn good at taking care of her Daddy. We all know that babies take care of Daddies as much as Daddies take care of babies. This means convincing sweet little Sarah to leave her Daddy's side is sometimes a pain in the ass, and usually ends up with a text at 11 pm saying she isn't going to make it while Mel and I roll our eyes so hard we can see our brains. This happens so frequently we have memorized what our brains look like.

This weekend, sweet little Sarah's Daddy was out of town. This means we got to play with her!

This included Mel dressing us up in ridiculous wigs, heading out to pass out prosecco to Phantasm and then just generally being hot as always.

After our prosecco duties were over, I rewarded my sweet little Sarah with a sweet little spanking perfect for a baby princess with the pretty DLP paddle that Mel made for us. Later in the night, I let a few friends play with Mel as well, rewarding her good behavior with a little spanking as well. My girls made me so proud.

The next day, my inbox was flooded with sweet thank yous, butt selfies, and plans for a sleepover.
 I have best girls a Baby Domme could ask for.

Sweet little Sarah and I before the party
Sweet little Sarah's and Mel's Bruised Bottoms.
Mel getting ready to meet us
Adorable paddle

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Ballet Humiliation

I am not usually a huge fan of humiliation. I find it hard to dish out at times and nearly impossible with new clients I barely know. Humiliation only appeals to me if there is a strong mental aspect to it. I want to know I am in your head picking at scabs you didn't know were there. I want set off things you haven't thought of since childhood. I want to hint at insecurities you never thought to share, but somehow I just knew all the right (or wrong) buttons to push and things to say. I am an emotional sadist as well as a physical one.

Because of this, I tend to save humiliation for my personal life. I save it for my close friend, my loving baby, my dirty plastic, my grandma puppy: Melissa Majoria. In recent weeks, we have realized I am Mel's Domme. It is thrilling to have such an eager thing under my dirty wing and twisted control. I recently told her I run her vagina and she agreed.

My dear girl hates physical affection and my caring gestures often make her feel uncomfortable, thus humiliation and pain are how I show her love. A few slaps to the face while I scream "BBAAAAAABBBYYY" lets her know I really care for her. Yelling "KISS ME ON THE MOUTH" at her on a street corner as she turns bright red lets her know that she is my best friend. Whatever.

The best thing I have come up with as a torture device, however, is Ballet Humiliation.

Ballet is inherently sexy. The idea of the ballet instructor getting inappropriate with a young student has inspired me a few times. But this isn't a sexy ballet fantasy, this is ballet humiliation. It is simple enough, the idea of graceful movement makes her nervous. I love her but the grace required for ballet is just not in her skill set. She has never liked ballet and I know she hates it when I drag her to class every week.

When we arrive at the studio, I am all smiles and she is all glares. She hates it but she does it for me, like a good girl. As we warm up on the barre, her frustration mounts. As we go through the positions, I can feel her getting flustered.

With each pliƩ, I watch her mind begin to break. With each tondu, her vexation grows. When our instructor approaches with kind intentions and a helpful mission, she begins to break. She doesn't understand the movements, she doesn't feel her body adapting, she just feels... well humiliated. This makes ballet so much more interesting.

By the time we get to floor work, she is on edge. Each combination across the floor chips away at her composure. Each move that she cannot wrap her cute little head around wears her down. She tries and fails with each pass till its too much and she breaks and cries and has to leave the room.

Ballet gets emotional. Luckily, our studio is close to our favorite dumpling shop. While physical comfort might not be her thing, she gladly accepts my dumpling aftercare.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Easy enough for a Baby

Those who have played with me before know I am a little childish. I love the idea of the Lolita extracting her wants and desires from older men who are helpless and must oblige her every demand. I have decided to embrace this image wholeheartedly and sought out Mistress Blunt to help me convey it.

Of course, she took advantage of my presence and asked me to be featured on her blog See Mistress Cook. 

We had a wonderful day that included a nice tossed salad and hot toddys. A great way to spend a day with a stunning fellow Domme!