Magnificent Mal Martine

Last week I was a lucky little girl. Miss Mal Martine asked me if I could help her with a session.  She has a presence that truly cannot be replicated. She walks into a room and even if you don't see her enter, you feel her. I've seen her play at parties, I've been to bars with her. She is always a pleasure. Her scenes are intense. In bars, she is pure trouble, the best kind of fun. Pure feminine power and dominance just seeps from her pores.

So when I got her message asking if I was free to help her, I nearly squealed.  I was squirming with excitement. I was nervous and excited. I have seen her play a few times, and each time I was awestruck by her elegance and dominance.

The session wasn't anything extreme: bondage, nipple torture, light cock and ball torture, and (my favorite) feet. But it was amazing to watch such an incredible Domme work. She spoke softly. If you dared to breathe, you might miss what she said. I followed her lead as we secured our prey to the table.

It was hard to remain focused when I was so entranced by the lovely Miss Mal. She moved swiftly and sadistically on the table, she possessed a cat like elegance even in her corset and stilettos.
It was an honor to be her assistant as she guided the prey through increasingly painful nipple torture. The noises he made were an elegant soundtrack to her fluid movements.


I hope that she invites me into her dungeon again, and hopefully it will be soon.

Fraternity Fantasies

As I headed off to Missouri for a quick vacation and some summer wedding madness, I posted online that I will be offering sessions while in town. An eager young fraternity boy contacted me. Immediately I began day dreaming about the session was to transpire.

Fraternities have an unsightly reputation as places that breed womanizing attitudes. I saw this as an opportunity to even the score. I was going to exert my female dominance in a location that is typically saturated with intense male energy. I was going to spank a frat boy with a his paddle.

The session began with foot worship, my favorite. I wanted to find out how bit this frat boys mouth was and he hungrily obliged my curiosity as I placed both my feet in his mouth.

When my fascination with his oral capacity was satiated, I moved on to the selfish reason for my visit to the fraternity house. I bent this frat boy over his bed as I thought of all the sexist comments I've heard from other boys who lived in the Greek part of this small college town. A sly sadistic smile creeped its way across my face as I reached for the paddle the poor boy had let on his desk.

I administered a thorough yet brief spanking,  The boy had never been spanked before and I didn't want to over load him. The spanking wasn't something he thought he would like, but I knew better. After I was done, we ended the scene.

As I left, I wasn't 100% sure he enjoyed the spanking as much as I did. I could tell it took him by surprise. But sure enough, not long after I left, he texted me thanking me for a wonderful introduction to spanking.

The entire experience brought just enough kink into my midwest adventure to hold me over till I got back to NYC. Now for the kinky mischief to begin....

A Reminder

Not often, but every once in a while I forget what it is that draws me to this lifestyle and I fall out of touch with my inner Domme. It is the same with any lifestyle, sometimes you just get burnt out.

But I know that I belong in this lifestyle because that feeling only lasts until I am reintroduced to my own power. This weekend was one of those epiphanic moments that provided me with the clarity I was unknowingly seeking.

I usually attend fetish parties, but don't usually play: I like to keep my play private. Last weekend at The Vanguard Party, something felt different. As soon as I saw sweet Lady Andy with James (a member of the Vanguard), I felt my inner Domme awaken and Lady Andy could tell. She was terrified. For some reason, people tend to think I am a mean and scary Domme. Those people are usually right.

James and I took the trembling Lady Andy into the next room for an amazing scene. I knew that she could take more than she was leading on and I knew that she would be putty in my hands within 5 minutes, not even. I was entirely correct. Some hair pulling, a heavy hand and some sadistic massage had dear sweet Lady Andy deep in subspace.

With a little encouragement, Lady Andy was able to not only handle what we gave her, but throughly enjoyed herself. At the end, she was surprised by how much she took and informed us that she thought she could take even more. I know she can, I can't wait to test her again.

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.

My Sexy Sunday Brunch

One of my favorite things about the weekend is brunch. Brunch is a great excuse to lay in bed with a special someone till noon then feast on basically whatever you want, whether is fresh fruit on french toast or vegan shiitake bacon tofu scramble. Brunch is meal that can be hot or cold. Personally, I prefer mine sexy.

This weekend, instead of the usual hunt for an aesthetically pleasing and appetite teasing location my partner and I decided to host a little brunch of our own. We invited over my dear friend Miss Jade and Naps. Miss Jade is one of my submissive sisters and Naps her is submissive daddy.

My partner relaxed while I ran the kitchen. I directed Miss Jade and Naps though our menu: gluten free banana pancakes with apple ginger compote, roasted potatoes, and baby green salad. The various dynamics and chains of command were fun to play with. My partner would make a suggestion to me, which would turn into a command to Miss Jade, who would then make Naps do it. It was quite fun!

It was a lovely day of domestic discipline with punishments being handed out when necessary. I've been studying domestic discipline lately and I've been settling in nicely to my role as head of a household. Realizing that I can have someone else take care of various domestic responsibilities while I watch and enjoy has become very erotic.

Plus, the view isn't too bad either:

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.

Bare-ing Soles

Sometimes, I have really stinky feet. I mean so stinky even I can smell them, and right now is one of those times. As I sat here pondering my stinky feet and wondering what it is that makes foot worship one of my favorite things, a distant memory popped up. It is the type of memory that only makes sense to me now. 

When I was younger, I hung out with the kids on my block. I was the self declared queen and no one dared to question my authority. I ruled the playground, the neighborhood and all the kids in our little crew. Everyone came to my blanket fort to pay their respects.  

One neighbor in particular, named Michael, frequented my blanket fort and endlessly pledged loyalty to my self proclaimed crown. On this one day I recall, he was in my fort telling me how much he loved me. Keep in mind, I was about 8 at this point and he was 10. I told him that if he really did love me and respected my crown, he would kiss and rub my feet. And to my surprise, he did.

He is now a member of the United States Navy, married and has two beautiful children. I wonder if he kisses his wife's feet. 

Its so interesting how fetishes can sometimes be traced to a very specific moment.....