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.

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.

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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?

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!

A word from my clients

Every so often, I recieve emails thanking me for being so awesome and it is time that I share some of them.  While My style is not for everyone, because not everyone is into CBT while Taylor Swift is playing, I do provide an excellent and memorable experience.


Here are two emails I have received recently about sessions. The names are obviously not real, but rather nicknames I have given them.

This one is from the german I tortured for three hours in an amazing session:

Hello Marie,

 

I just happened to go to your blog and to my amazement found a description of our session.

Thanks so much for the consideration you are giving me! It really was a great session!

Also great the way you write about the session, it is very consistent with the way I feel about it!

You are an excellent Domina and a wonderful person – I am sure you will do great in any endeavor!

 

I wish you all the best and hope to have another opportunity to see you in NY!

 

 the german

 

Here is another from a session I did this week that was focused on CBT:

Ty Miss.  While tonight is fresh in my mind, very much enjoyed serving.  For your notes ;) felt like we just started when the 1hr was up.  Where you pushed me, the cloth pins on the tip, that was right at the begining I was wondering if I could handle it for you. I learned that my balls can handle much more than the shaft or tip.  On the predicament/ball bondage, I think I could have handled more for you. Anything you were curious about re my reaction? I know sometimes I'm not super easy to read.  Ty again. Will definetly see you again.

Tips for Phoning a Dominatrix.

Every time I post My ad, I am utterly disgusted by some of the people who call Me. Some people seem to lack normal human manners. It does not take much finesse to make such a call without offense. It just takes some thought. So slaves, submissives, and fetishists, I present you with some basic tips on phoning a Dominatrix. 

1. Do not call at ridiculous hours: I do not live to serve you. I am not constantly sitting by My phone eagerly waiting for your call. If you call Me at 2 am, I am most likely sleeping. If you call Me at 10 pm, I am most likely going to answer very angrily. In My ad, I specifically say I accept calls between 9 am and 9 pm. That is a 12 hour window, don’t be the asshole I tell My friends about when I wake up. If you need to tell Me something at 3 am, email Me. 
2. Do not call mid-masturbation: If I hear your silly little vibrator, I will hang up on you. It is absolutely disgusting and terribly disrespectful.  Did I give you permission to touch yourself? Did you even ask? If you can’t control yourself, then I have very little use for you. (THIS IS FOR YOU GROSS GUY WHO CALLS ME MASTURBATING ONCE A WEEK) If you want to masturbate while W/we talk, you can pay Me for a phone session. 
3. Address Me as Miss Marie: Calling your girlfriend baby is cute, calling a Dominatrix baby is disrespectful. There is no excuse to use any other name for me. I am Miss Marie, I am not baby, sweetie or any other candy coated nickname.
4. Be specific: I wish I was a mind reader. I am not a mind reader. I cannot magically discover what you want by you telling Me simply that you want to be dominated. With time, W/we may develop a relationship were I can anticipate your desires. But calling Me and simply saying “i want You to dominate me” is like walking into a restaurant and telling the waitress you want food. Give Me something, anything to work with. 
5. Be respectful: I clearly advertise as a Dominant. Yet, every once in a while, I get a call from some one who wants to do things like “shove dildos in (My) twat.” Thank you for the offer strange, rude man, but I am definitely going to pass. Don’t ask or say anything crude. W/we haven’t even met yet.
6. Remember, you are a pervert from the internet: Believe it or not, you are just some strange person from the internet who is into weird sexy stuff. There is nothing wrong with that, but I WILL NEVER NEVER NEVER put Myself at risk for you. I am guessing you aren’t worth it. That being said, I have nothing against internet perverts, hell until W/we meet, I am just an internet pervert too. But lets be clear: My comfort and safety come first. I am not looking to harm you, it would be a poor business model, however, I do not know your intentions, so I will not meet you in an alley at midnight by Myself. That is how girls end up dead. 

It isn’t really THAT hard to follow the above rules. I am certain they all essentially fall under the general rule of “Don’t be an asshole” yet I am confronted with these things every week. If you don’t think you can handle not being an asshole, try sending an email. My favorite clients do not call me, but send emails! 

Cubby: Pop up Dungeon in Brooklyn

I am back in NYC and as usually, I am up to fun kinky things.

I am excited to announce I will be helping my lovely friend Mark Blane and my Daddy at their pop-up dungeon at One Last Shag tonight! I am offering my services with kinky consultations. Bid to get the chance to talk to me about whatever fetish or kinky interests you have. 

The money will then go to help them on their latest creative endeavor: Cubby. The film explores the unusual, brief but intense friendship between a sex worker and a Brooklyn baby sitter. 

Hope to see all you perverts there