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.

Childish Fantasy

Every other call I get is a man wanting to know what my fantasies are. I usually come up with something sexy, something they will enjoy. But my fantasies are much more private and I like to keep them to myself most of the time. Lately though, I have been consumed by a creative childish fantasy of mine.

I am fascinated by the idea of a bratty Lolita type using her blossoming sexuality to control a male subject. I love the idea of a grown man ceding control to a significantly younger female for her enjoyment.

Lately, I’ve been feeling even more childish than that. My latest fantasy is make a slave into my personal board game. I want to be a little brat that manipulates my victim into giving me control. I want to take that control and make him into my board game. I want to draw a board on his chest and invite my friends over to play a game with my new toy.

A little girl can dream….

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.