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!  

Fantastic Fetishes

As much as I enjoy S&M activities, there is a special place in my heart for people are straight up fetishists. There is a simplicity to it, there is not much mind reading required as is sometimes expected of me by submissive men.

I'm a Dominatrix, not a mind reader!

One of my favorite fetishists is a man I endearingly refer to as Crutch Guy.

I saw Crutch Guy for the first time a few months ago, we feasted on nut cheese and dairy free ice cream at Pure Food and Wine, my favorite restaurant! He didn't want domination, he just wanted to dine out with a pretty girl on crutches. It was refreshing to say the least, I didn't have to try and figure out what he wanted, because he already knew.

This week however, he wanted to try something new. This week, he wanted to put me in a cast. I have  never been in a cast, neither medically nor professionally. He wrapped my leg with fluff, which is apparently goes over the sleeve that is the first layer. After the fluff came the casting tape. The tape warmed as it hardened, which is surprisingly comforting.

Here is a picture of the final product:

We then just hung out which I was entrapped in fiber glass. I have experienced a variety of bondage styles and this was super interesting. Whenever motion is restricted, there is a sense of frustration, and this was no different. Luckily, since the cast wasn't medically necessary, it came off at the end of the session. I could hardly imagine being trapped like that for weeks at a time!

I would say it was an interesting experience, but I am totally looking forward to seeing him again next month.

If you are a fetishist, don't be shy, contact me and lets see what we can work out. I love exploring new fetishes!!

ALSO: I AM DOING A SPANKING DEMO TONIGHT AT PLEASURE CHEST IN THE UPPER EAST SIDE 8-10 PM

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

Kinky Catch-up

Its been an exciting few weeks and I haven't had the chance to catch up so here is the recap:



It is no secret that I am a regular in the NYC fetish and kink scene. I have noticed it is unacceptably male dominated with the loudest groups and families run by THE domly-est of male Doms. I have been dreaming of joining a leather family, injecting some Fem-Domme into the scene and just shaking things up.

Thus, I am excited to announce the New York City Girls of Leather. I am a member of the board with a wonderful group of ladies. We had our first meet and greet followed by a gathering at Parthenon for some play afterward. There was a great turn out and we are excited for all the cool things we have coming up.

A few weekends ago, House of Pain hosted an amazing event, Kabuki. It was a fantastic event that was not only aesthetically pleasing, but a great over all experience. I was lucky enough to serve the magnificent Satin Doll with my friend BeautifulMess. We were dressed up and decorated by Doll. It was an over all awesome night with sexy wonderful people.

And now I am spending the week lounging around the pool, because even Dommes need vacations!

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.