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.

the german

A few weeks ago, I received an eager email from the german. he was going to be in town at the end of October and wanted to book a session with Me. I am usually leery of such things, but the german's emails all contained the right amount of detail while remaining succinct.

The emailed contained a request for a three hour torture scene. A three hour scene is intense for both parties. But a three hour torture scene is even more intense, and with a first time client it can be a daunting task.  But his emails had Me confident that it wasn't going to be all that bad.

As the day approached, I was nervous. A three hour one-off session. I had three hours to meet and destroy this person. I was going to make it happen. I begin all first time sessions with a conversation about likes, dislikes, hard limits, safety concerns, intention and goals. I figured this time would be routine: endless questioning to get to the root of what the german really wanted. I was wrong.

To My amazement, the german actually had typed up and printed eight pages of detailed information about all the things I was planning to ask him about. Eight pages. Eight glorious pages that left nothing out but still wasn't over wordy. Eight pages of bullet points and subheadings and diagrams letting me know exactly what his limits were and what his preferences were. I was amazed and impressed and very thankful.

I was able to torture him very effectively. There wasn't a need for second guessing because it was all outlined for me. Neither of us were annoyed or bored with the actions. It was a blast to be honest.

I cropped him till his butt was a cute shade of pink over and over again while he was tied up in the middle of the room. I watched him squirm and wiggle. He accused me of being mean and I had to show him that I wasn't really mean at all, at least not yet.

After his stunning failure in a certain stress position, he was brutally punished on his bare bottom. I beat him over and over again, switching between the paddle and the crop, occasionally providing a nice thuddy thwack to his balls.

I looked at him after finishing a rather intense round of punishment and saw his face had changed and he was making some strange muffled noises.

"Are you crying or laughing?" I asked.

"Yes," he struggled to reply.

Then W/we both laughed and continued with the scene.

W/we even ended the scene with one of My favorite activities: water boarding.

While water boarding wasn't included in his manifesto, I had enough of an idea of his likes and dislikes the I knew it would be up his alley. After 15 minutes of water boarding while restrained, we ended the scene. he then looked at me and said, "i wasn't sure if water boarding was something You would do so i didn't ask, but i loved that!"

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! 

Unplanned Adventures

So I wanted to spend the morning working on an amazing blog post about feet. Then something serendipitous happened, My friend had injured her foot and asked me to go to the podiatrist with her. What a wonderful way to combine My emerging fascination with medical fetishes and My full developed foot fetish! Sure, I felt for her, but I was excited to go to the foot doctor.

I am sure she was in pain, but I was too busy taking pictures and being a general pervert taking pictures of her feet. Who doesn't love an understated up-skirt shot?!



So now on to the fun part of this post: PICTURES! Enjoy, My dears.

Foot pictures on the bus in Argentina

Relaxing in knee highs back in spring 

Purple Pedicure

Tasty Soles

About to put on slippers in Amsterdam

Cute little toes

After the beach in flip flops

So cute I just had to take a picture of them!  

Sexy Fun Times.

While kink and BDSM and domming are super fun. Every so often, I need to do some vanilla activities. Sometimes these vanilla activities can over lap with my more sexy interests. Last week, my dear friend FitToBeTied and I headed out for a lunch time adventure. FTBT is a good friend and guinea pig of mine. Our last lunch time adventure ended in the creation of the amazing and terrifying but still endearing Penis-a-saurus: 

This time, we headed to the Museum of Sex, lured by the NAME exhibit featuring a house of mirrors, bounce house and rock wall. 

We briefly scanned a poorly curated exhibit on Lisa Lovelace. It was interesting, but we had more pressing business. Sure it was lovely to see Lisa deep throating some cock in a clip from the first mainstream pornographic film, Deep Throat, but we had more serious business to get to. We knew there was only a staircase between us and the holy grail of bouncy castles:  FUNLAND: PLEASURES & PERILS OF THE EROTIC FAIRGROUND

As we entered the next exhibit, we are slightly impressed. The carnival theme was expressed wonderfully as we entered a funhouse mirror maze on a quest to find the elusive g-spot. Upon figuring out its location, we emerged from the maze and happened upon the real star of this story.

I quickly through off my shoes and put down my bag and jumped on in while FTBT was still getting his shoes off, he wasn’t as prepared as me. We jumped around amidst the massive mammory like two teenage boys on the brink of puberty. 

Next was the rock wall, and unfortunately, the soft curves of the female body do NOT make good foot holds.

All in all, it was sexy good clean fun. Sometimes a Domme needs a break from cracking the whip. 

Girls really do just want to have fun

On Friday night, I usually meet up with my Papi. We spend the evening enjoying each others company in some dimly lit establishment. After a walk and some people watching, we retreat to his bed where we talk until we fall asleep. It's usually just what I need to end my week and start my weekend.

Last Friday was different. VERY different. Instead of my usual Friday night date, I went to the Opening Reception for the TES Fetish Film Festival to watch my friends perform. I was picked up my dear friend and submissive Naps, who served me for the rest of the night. It is always a pleasure to have a dedicated submissive at my side for a night out.

The performances were all great, super sex. But the last performance, a burlesque performance by my wonderful friend Satin Doll, or Hazel DeVille (her burlesque name). Her number was amazing, sexy, and based on Serial Mom, a John Waters Film. Rumor has it that Mr. Waters himself assisted in the planning of the number!

The real fun started when we left the reception and headed to Time Square to frighten some tourists and hoping to make some cab money. Miss DeVille continued her Serial Mom persona as we ran around Time Square.


Highlights include:
Verbal disagreement with Spider Man and his super hero friends
Tickling Elmo
Offering NYPD some much deserved attention
Educating some misguided men about rape culture
Saving another woman from unwanted attention.

I now have tons of inspiration for a variety of public humiliation scenes for those are are serious and brave!

SESSIONS ARE AVAILABLE WITH SATIN DOLL!
Contact me for details.

Dirty Poetry

I mentioned my wonderful slut who writes me poetry.

Well, he is at it again. 

In addition to his monetary tributes, he sends me poetic tributes. I have been really into poetry lately, but it is even more fantastic to read poems about are written about you by someone else! He sent these to me before our last session and he had greatly improved his cock sucking abilities and worked his way up from butt plug to dildo. 

Here are some more of his amazing haiku tributes:

My goal is simple:

to accept the pain she gives

as my gift to her.

From Miss Marie's mouth

-- lips red -- no words sweeter than

"Such a filthy whore."

Miss Marie's panties

require delicate washing;

my tongue must suffice.

i don't deserve it

but yes, i look forward to

Her degrading me.

Back in NYC

After the insanity of Amsterdam, returning to a grey New York City was a grim prospect.

Thankfully, I had a few things to look forward to. Last weekend, I was invited along as a guest of one of the members of The Vanguard to a private kink party at Iron Bell. It was a lovely evening filled with wonderful service and beautiful submission.

I was reunited with my wonderful kitten, the lovely Tyrris! Soon after I saw her pink hair, it was wrapped in my fingers as I dragged her around the stunning dungeon. It had been so long since she has come out that we all made sure she had a special night full of face spitting, kicking, punching, wiggling, caging, pressure points and general service. She was such a good girl, showing anyone who asked her new trick: smoking a cigarette with the lit end in her mouth, making her an ashtray for herself. She is such a great sport with such things. At one point I turned around to find her cleaning up spilled drinks with her hair!!

I was also lucky enough to catch up with my dear sweet Daddy this week, who had just enough time to snap some new photos of me!

Then I went to Amsterdam

Every so often, through a strange series of events, my life takes on a fairy tale like quality. The month of March was the next chapter of my kinky fairy tale.

After two weeks of hard work in the dungeon, one of my wonderful slaves spoiled me with a week long trip to Amsterdam. He joined me for three days of adventure, international exploration, and torture. He spoiled me with shopping trips and indulgent meals. I love walking into a store knowing that I can pick out whatever I want or looking a menu and knowing nothing is off limits.

On the final day of his trip, I rewarded my loyal slave with a scene to remember. I wasn't sure my toys would make it through security, so I was lacking my usual implements.

It is amazing the things one can use to torture a slave. We had a creative scene that utilized a hanger, a iPhone charging cord, two pillow cases, a bar of soap, a handful of quarters and a lighter. After the scene was over, my slave looked up at me and expressed his surprise. Usually my scenes are more light hearted with this particular slave, rather than serious or strict. But over the trip, my slave had gotten too comfortable and needed to be reminded of his place. I doubt he will forget it again.

After he left, I was on my own internationally again and I set out on my usual conquest of convincing strangers to try something new kinky with me. I found this lucky man when I went to Vondelpark in search of inspiration. I sat there watching him, and once he walked over we proceeded to chat for two hours. In that time, we covered topics ranging from international politics, weird parental relationships, sociology of group dynamics and, of course, kink. We parted ways with a promise of a kink meeting that evening.

When we met up, it was a whirlwind of face slapping, spanking, wrestling, and a delightful bath. We both laughed as he spanked me, he had never met a girl who could take one of his solid swats. I didn't sleep my last night in Amsterdam. With my head still spinning, I left for the airport still giggling at what has just transpired.

My quest for kinky adventures has just begun.

Lunch Break

The only thing better than a decadent feast midday is spending lunch with fresh meat in my dungeon. This particular piece of fresh meat had only seen a dominatrix a few times in the past, and came to us looking for an expanded experience. It was a double domme session with the wonderful Miss Bumpy and we took our tender fresh meat and softened him up with the crop.

We calmed his nerves and assured him we were going to give him the best experience possible. My favorite way to calm the newbie nerves is the blindfold.  Once the fresh meat was blindfolded, he relax and we strung him up on the St Andrews Cross. Without his eyes, he was so much more pliable in my manipulative hands. Without having to see the fear in his eyes, I was able to push him farther than he thought he would go. I covered my fresh meat with clothes pins and slowly pulled them off, confusing the pain with gentle caresses. 

Needless to say, it was the best lunch break any of us could imagine.

My Mistress Friends

My dear friend Mistress Blunt and I were hanging out the other day and we were discussing how much down time there is as a Dominatrix. Luckily, a lot of down time leads to fun side projects like Mistress Blunt's See Mistress Cook blog. For her blog, she invites someone over for some delicious culinary exploration as well as a sexy food photo shoot.

I was lucky enough to get invited into her kitchen to make delicious fudge while I took phone calls from clients. Sometimes clients can get pretty cheeky and ask for illegal services. If I had a dollar for every time I've had to say "No you cannot eat my asshole" or "Strap on is totally illegal" I wouldn't have to worry about working!

Check out my lovely photo shoot and my recipe by clicking here!

Internet Adventures

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KITTENS: uncaged.

It started Saturday morning when my dear kitten friend Tyyris picked me up and drove me to my dungeon. I had a session planned for that afternoon and while this new client requested a solo session, he did want to meet my friend. As Tyyris and I changed quickly into our fetish wear, we wondered if he would let her session as well.

As the new slave crossed the threshold of my dungeon, Tyyris wasn't even phased. I knew she had helped our mutual friend The Stunning Margot Rose in a session or two, but I had yet to see her dominant side. To me, Tyyris is a kitten, a dirty little sex kitten, and I was excited to see if there was really a dominant side to her.

Initially our new toy didn't want her to play, so I banished her to the corner to watch as I played with someone else, knowing this would be a form of torture in and of itself. Lucky me, I had two toys for a Saturday afternoon.

As the session went on, I ashed in his mouth. I made him suck on my heels as I spit in his face. And it wasn't long before the new slave was begging for Tyyris to spit on him. She walked over casually, and then let him have it. She covered this lucky slave with her precious spit. I was in awe with my little kitten, she really could be dominant.

When the session was over, the lucky new slave left us each a wonderful tip.

For a job well done, Tyyris and I headed out to that nights kink party. As her reward, I dragged my sweet kitten around the party by her hair and showed her off. I locked her in a cage and rewarded her with the play she wanted all day. My kitten made me proud. I can't wait to see her in action again. 

Welcome back!

When a new client walks into my dungeon, I can't help but smile. I giggle as he undresses while my mind wanders into twisted corners. After a month away, The first lucky man to enter my dungeon after my trip was a cute little slut. The new slut was an small older man who wanted to be humiliated by the lovely Miss Bumpy and me.

I hadn't seen Miss Bumpy in nearly a month and I couldn't imagine a better reunion! Our new slut watched and waited patiently while Bumpy and I quickly reviewed some events in our lives. He waited patiently and willingly.

And then we got to the fun stuff:

We giggled as he choked on our double-sided dildo.
We laughed as he twitched under our pig prod.
We chuckled as he danced around.

It was a wonderful welcome back to the states and to my dungeon.

Kinky Chile

For Christmas my daddy and I headed out on an adventure in Chile. It began with First Class seats on a flight to Santiago! I have never flown first class before and it was lovely to be able to sleep all night and wake up to an ariel view of the Andes. We then headed down to Puerto Varas and worked our way back up. Sadly, after Christmas daddy had to go back to work and left me in the wonderful and beautiful Viña del Mar at Kalagen Hostel.

At first I was upset to be left by my daddy but I quickly cheered up when I went to the common room and was confronted and comforted by the sight of a metallic pink Saint Andrew's Cross!! What a delightful surprise!! 

It then became my mission to seduce some unsuspecting traveler on the cross. It wasn't the cross in my dungeon, but surely it would do. My first few attempts at this seduction proved futile and I never managed to get someone up on the cross, but I did have a delightful time trying. 

On my third night in Viña, I met two Chilean boy, Miguel and Luis. They were a blast. Over a beer, I told them about my chosen profession and they were quite intriguied. Miguel was no match for my dominate persuasions as he preferred the top as well, but Luis was easier to sway. 

Luis barely spoke English but was quick to let me use him as my ashtray. The pleasure of the occasional cigarette is quickly multiplied by using a human ashtray. As I ashed in his and people stared, I wondered what else he would let me do to him.

By the end of the evening, I had taken away his lighter, burned him multiple time and slapped him close to tears. As much fun as slapping someone silly may be, I have really come to love the game of convincing a stranger to let me slap him. I love the mental part of it and I am so happy to have discovered this part of my sexuality. Sure it brings joy to my heart to see a grown man close to tears, but the thrill of convincing him to let me take him there is just as wonderful.