It had been a tough week, but as it wound down, Leah couldn't help but reflect that tonight's events would be the cherry on the sundae...she grinned just thinking about Kyle's face when she divulged her plans. Tonight would be a turning point for them from which there could be no looking back. After this evening, Kyle would either be hers forever, or be gone.
She shrugged out of her bathrobe and into a steaming bubbling tub. A nice hot soak first, then shave and moisturize while her long thick hair was soaking up a protein treatment. She would relax away the stresses of the day so that she would be in the perfect frame of mind when Kyle arrived. She thought of his strong shoulders, his chiseled jawline and his piercing blue eyes and she closed her eyes. She thought back to the last evening they had spent together, dancing around the topic of intimacy but neither quite trusting the other to raise the issue first. Tonight, she vowed, she would take the topic in hand and let the pretense fall away. She would tell Kyle how she felt, and what she wanted. It would be up to him to move things forward. All Leah could do now, though, was wait.
As she stepped out of the tub, she took a good long look in the mirror. She was tall, and though not thin, she could be described as 'well-bulit', she thought. Everywhere a woman was meant to have curves, she did. Her fair skin had held up well despite a long-time love of the local nude beach. Her thick auburn hair hung in loose curls nearly to her mid-back, and her large green eyes were framed by still-lush black lashes. Carefully, she stepped into a black lace bustier set, noting that her nipples were already hard and tight with anticipation of what was coming up. She slipped into her silky black stockings and deftly fastened the garters. Stepping into a tight black skirt, Leah considered her appearance in the mirror again. Boots or shoes, she pondered. A moment later, she slipped her favourite black Nine West ankle boots on; the best of both worlds, she rationalised. A semisheer sleeveless black blouse completed her outfit, and she was ready to prepare her face. Kyle deserved to see her at her most radiant, didn't he?
Her look complete, Leah walked out of her ensuite and cast an eye around the bedroom. Everything seemed to be in place; the Toychest sat next to her bed and contained everything they would need, she hoped. At least she HOPED they would need it, but what if Kyle wasn't ready? What if what she wanted wasn't really what he wanted? What if he wanted a more conventional romance? God, what if, she despaired, Kyle was just another Mister Vanilla? She would be devastated, but she would not bend. She was never going back to ordinary vanilla sex again, and if Kyle could not accept her as she was, she would grieve and then move on.
Leah paused again at the top of the stairs and took a long steadying breath. She was not at all sure about what Kyle would say, she realised, but she needed to prepare herself for whatever it was, since his car was pulling in. She set her shoulders, shook her head, and walked downstairs. The evening air was so still she could hear Kyle's feet crunching on the gravel path to her front door. Scant seconds after he knocked, she opened the door to see his smiling face.
"Hello, beautiful," he beamed. "I know how much you love presents, so I brought you these." A gorgeous bouquet of tulips appeared from behind his back, wrapped in an expensive ribbon. She cast an appreciative eye over Kyle as she admired his flowers. Tall, handsome and so very masculine; she felt light-headed as he took her hand and pressed a kiss between her index finger and thumb. She needed to get a handle on things quickly. She put up a hand to stop the next sentence tumbling from Kyle's lips.
"Kyle, we need to talk," she began, watching his features change. She could read in his face that he was wondering if he'd read her wrong, if he had mistaken her interest in him. "Come and sit with me here." She guided him down beside her on the couch before she continued.
"Kyle, I like you very much; you're handsome, you're funny, you are sexy as hell," she said, and noted his slight blush with approval, "but before we get any more involved, there are some things about me you need to know. Women like me are always looking for younger men like you, you must know that..." and she put a single hand lightly on his muscular thigh. His blush deepened, and she continued. "Do you understand what I mean by 'women like me', sweetheart?"
As the endearment crossed Leah's lips, Kyle swallowed hard. She was so aware of his youthful inexperience, but she was certain she had not misread him. She could tell that he was hard for her with a simple touch of her hand upon his leg; they would be so good together, Leah knew.
"Women like you? Do you mean...successful women?" Kyle paused, uncertain if he should say what he thought, what she wanted or what he hoped. Her next words left no doubt.
"I mean Dominant women, Kyle. I mean women who understand that what a young man needs is to be brought to heel by the guidance of an older woman. Women whose men live to serve. Women who give a man a sense of self through what he is allowed to do for her, what he endures to please her, what she orders him to do for her...without thinking of himself." Seeing Kyle's gaze intent on her face, hanging on every word, she pressed on.
"His pleasure, his pain, his embarrassment his humiliation; all of these things must be secondary to Her pleasure, Kyle. His reward comes from serving her...serving Me. That is what I am asking you to do, Kyle. Do you understand?" Leah looked deep into Kyle's bright blue eyes and wondered if she had gone too far too soon. Better too soon than too late, she rationalized. Kyle needed to know before they were ever intimate that this was no ordinary love story. She sat forward on her chair as he began to speak.
"Leah, I...want to make sure I understand you. The things you're talking about...guidance, service, dominance. Serving women...serving you...are you saying that is all I am good for? That you will tell me what to do and when and how to do it? In everything?" Kyle was struggling, she knew. She had given this lovely young man so much to think about and so little time to process it. However, long practice had taught her this was for the best; if the men she sought out were given enough time to think, sometimes they over thought and bolted. At least Kyle was working through things, she acknowledged. She leaned into him so he could smell her perfume, and her scent. She listened as he continued to speak.
"You make me feel so uncertain and shy, Leah," Kyle said earnestly. "You know so much more than me about...well, everything. I want to learn more. I want to know more. Will you..." he paused, and swallowed hard. Leah felt as though the world was only made of the two of them, that everything external had fallen away. She sat back in her chair, surprised, as Kyle slid from the couch and onto his knees in front of her, and reached into his coat pocket for a small box.This was totally unexpected...she tried to remain calm as Kyle struggled to form the next sentence, the question she feared, dreaded and longed for. That small box mesmerised her as Kyle presented it. In the box was a gorgeous amethyst and silver ring that they had admired together a week ago
"Will you...would you...Leah..." Kyle's blue eyes were intent upon her green eyes; his full lower lip trembled as he fought for control of his passions.
"Will I what, Kyle?" Leah's soft voice was like a caress to Kyle. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was barely above a whisper. He choked out the five simple words he had been holding onto since the moment they met.
"May I serve You, Mistress?" he breathed.
Her kiss was all the answer he needed.
Monday, 29 April 2013
Saturday, 27 April 2013
Mistress and Kitten
God, what a day.
Olivia took a deep breath in and tried to relax as she completed a tricky lane change after merging onto the highway. Seeing a chance, she shot through across 2 more lanes into the commuter-only lane, blithely ignoring the 2 passengers or more rule. In her sleek hybrid, she could get away with it; in this classic convertible, not so much. Gunning the Thunderbird's big V8, she easily passed a lumbering dump truck that should have been hugging the outside lane and dropped in behind an empty cab.
I have got to move closer to the office, she grimaced, scrolling through her playlists for something soothing. This commute is killing me! At least when I get home, I'll have Kitten to snuggle with. A few minutes with her curled up in my lap, and everything will seem better.
She watched carefully to ensure she didn't miss her exit; the next one was on the far side of a bridge of a world's record length. That would just add to all the stress she was carrying; the stress she was aching to relieve. The stress that Kitten was going to alleviate. She thought of Kitten tangled in the bed sheets, and smiled.
Once Kitten gets me relaxed, it will all have stopped mattering. She'll be waiting at the door when I walk in, and leap on me the minute my coat is off. I'll take her to the couch with me and we can settle in for the night together. As her exit approached, Olivia felt happier than she could remember than any night in recent memory. Taking Kitten in had certainly been the right decision. She remembered how the poor little thing had looked when she found her near the dumpsters behind her elegant condo. Kitten had been thin and weak from not eating properly, and sick from being out in the cold without anyone to protect her, but nothing worse, thank God. Kitten's enormous eyes had looked up at Olivia from what she had been eating (trash pulled from the dumpster, she remembered with a shudder) and she was lost. She had scooped Kitten up and taken her directly upstairs. She had taken Kitten into her apartment and set her down on the couch. Olivia had gone into the bathroom to fill the bathtub. She had turned around suddenly to find Kitten right behind her and she had nearly frightened them both half to death.
At long last, Olivia turned into her driveway. She pulled the enormous fuel hogging T-bird into its parking spot and locked it up. She grabbed her coat from the seat, pulled her briefcase out of the back and set off to the front door. Her high heels clicked smartly on the paving stones on the pathway. As she reached for the doorknob, she realised how very happy she was. She slid her key into the lock and turned the handle.
There she was...Kitten! All eyes, adoring, on Olivia.
Olivia set down her bags, hung up her coat, turned on one elegant heel, and held out her arms. Like a shot, Kitten was in them, snuggling up to Olivia. She rubbed her face against Olivia's, delighted to see her home again. Olivia walked carefully in her high heels to the living room couch, Kitten in her arms. She settled back against the couch before she pulled Kitten's mouth to hers for a long deep kiss...
Did you miss Me today, Kitten? Olivia breathed.
"Oh, yes, Mistress I did", Kitten sighed.
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When She Lets him Turn the Tables; or, Sometimes We Flip a Coin...
Sometimes, a domme just wants to be dommed.
"Nothing on tv worth watching," he said, "I'm going to go watch porn. You, get upstairs."
OOH! That sounded authoritarian, thought Elspeth. I'd better scoot! I guess it's a switch night...lucky me!
To tell the truth, she had been not-too-subtly guiding him in that direction for days. While she was generally speaking Dominant, there was a very deep submissive streak within her that needed to be exercised (or was it exorcised, she sometimes wondered) from time to time. When it did, she would find ways to suggest to him that her needs were becoming overwhelming; the stress was becoming too much. Real life was taking its toll, and she had to escape it; she had to lose Herself inside that space where she was at once infinitely small and infinitely large in the universe. To get so lost in 'subspace' that she could surrender completely to His will...even thinking about getting there got Elspeth wet.
She started suggesting to her husband that perhaps she'd not leave such a mess on the counter tops if she were spanked more often. Later, she'd suggest regular spankings for her as a means of correcting another habit of hers that he found annoying. By Wednesday evening, she'd clearly gotten her point across. Her husband was ordering her upstairs to get ready to fuck, and nothing else! She practically sprinted for the stairs. She barely paused on her way through the bedroom on her way to the tall glassed-in shower at the end of her bathroom. She turned up the shower and jumped in quickly; she conditioned her hair and shaved her now-soaking wet pussy completely smooth. After a brisk toweling off, she went back to the bed and tried to decide how best to present herself so that he couldn't possibly fail to misread what she wanted. After a few moments, she had it.
Elspeth leaned across the middle of their tall oak bed; in her bare feet, it was almost hip-high. The perfect height, she thought, for me to lay across. She clasped her hands above her head on the bed, and spread her feet wide. She balanced enticingly on her tiptoes as she heard Him enter the bedroom.
"Ahhhh, all ready for me, I see, " her husband drawled as he patted her ass, "Good girl. Now, turn over and lift your knees." She couldn't help but feel disappointed. Was He just up for a quick suck and fuck? Luckily, her man had other plans.
As she rolled onto her back and struggled not to look disappointed, Elspeth saw her husband flip open the lid to the Toy chest. She watched as He removed a black leather restraint belt, cuffs and a long piece of chain. That's a surprise! Elspeth thought, and in immediate response, her pussy grew even wetter than before. "It's a wonder I'm not drooling, she marveled.
"Stand up," her husband ordered, smiling. "Let's get this on you. Put these on," and He handed her the locking leather ankle cuffs while He fastened the restraint belt around her waist. She felt the weight of it settle around her, the cuffs around her ankles making her feel more grounded already. As she fastened the second cuff, he showed her the next surprise: a long length of chain. After a moment's thought, he threaded it through a single ring on the belt, then fastened each end to an ankle. She could only imagine what she might look like; legs spread wide, ankles cuffed in black leather, with her cunt on display for the world to see.
"Wouldn't you love me to display you like that sometime?" he asked her quietly. Mutely, she nodded. She could not trust herself to speak. "Then I will...but you know, don't you that ONLY REALLY NAUGHTY GIRLS LIKE THAT."
To be continued...?
"Nothing on tv worth watching," he said, "I'm going to go watch porn. You, get upstairs."
OOH! That sounded authoritarian, thought Elspeth. I'd better scoot! I guess it's a switch night...lucky me!
To tell the truth, she had been not-too-subtly guiding him in that direction for days. While she was generally speaking Dominant, there was a very deep submissive streak within her that needed to be exercised (or was it exorcised, she sometimes wondered) from time to time. When it did, she would find ways to suggest to him that her needs were becoming overwhelming; the stress was becoming too much. Real life was taking its toll, and she had to escape it; she had to lose Herself inside that space where she was at once infinitely small and infinitely large in the universe. To get so lost in 'subspace' that she could surrender completely to His will...even thinking about getting there got Elspeth wet.
She started suggesting to her husband that perhaps she'd not leave such a mess on the counter tops if she were spanked more often. Later, she'd suggest regular spankings for her as a means of correcting another habit of hers that he found annoying. By Wednesday evening, she'd clearly gotten her point across. Her husband was ordering her upstairs to get ready to fuck, and nothing else! She practically sprinted for the stairs. She barely paused on her way through the bedroom on her way to the tall glassed-in shower at the end of her bathroom. She turned up the shower and jumped in quickly; she conditioned her hair and shaved her now-soaking wet pussy completely smooth. After a brisk toweling off, she went back to the bed and tried to decide how best to present herself so that he couldn't possibly fail to misread what she wanted. After a few moments, she had it.
Elspeth leaned across the middle of their tall oak bed; in her bare feet, it was almost hip-high. The perfect height, she thought, for me to lay across. She clasped her hands above her head on the bed, and spread her feet wide. She balanced enticingly on her tiptoes as she heard Him enter the bedroom.
"Ahhhh, all ready for me, I see, " her husband drawled as he patted her ass, "Good girl. Now, turn over and lift your knees." She couldn't help but feel disappointed. Was He just up for a quick suck and fuck? Luckily, her man had other plans.
As she rolled onto her back and struggled not to look disappointed, Elspeth saw her husband flip open the lid to the Toy chest. She watched as He removed a black leather restraint belt, cuffs and a long piece of chain. That's a surprise! Elspeth thought, and in immediate response, her pussy grew even wetter than before. "It's a wonder I'm not drooling, she marveled.
"Stand up," her husband ordered, smiling. "Let's get this on you. Put these on," and He handed her the locking leather ankle cuffs while He fastened the restraint belt around her waist. She felt the weight of it settle around her, the cuffs around her ankles making her feel more grounded already. As she fastened the second cuff, he showed her the next surprise: a long length of chain. After a moment's thought, he threaded it through a single ring on the belt, then fastened each end to an ankle. She could only imagine what she might look like; legs spread wide, ankles cuffed in black leather, with her cunt on display for the world to see.
"Wouldn't you love me to display you like that sometime?" he asked her quietly. Mutely, she nodded. She could not trust herself to speak. "Then I will...but you know, don't you that ONLY REALLY NAUGHTY GIRLS LIKE THAT."
To be continued...?
Thursday, 25 April 2013
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
Mailbox
(Hee hee...another word with 'box' in it...)
Good morning fellow perverts!
Every morning, with my first cup of the fluid of life (not THAT fluid; coffee!!), I check My email. If I have a request for an appointment, I would rather know first thing than an hour past when a new applicant is desiring to serve. This morning, finding nothing in my Inbox, I was disappointed. My favourite pet is out of town and has been neglecting Me of late (and he will get a ferocious spanking over My knee when I see him next!!!), and I need to expand my clientele of regulars to make up for the Time Wasting Wankers. Out of the blue, I thought "I wonder if there's anything in my Spam box (hee hee!)". Sure enough, 5 emails that I would have missed had I not checked! As a bonus, at least 3 of them were written by supplicants kinky enough to make Me wet when I read them!
You see, I really do enjoy what I do. I don't need to be PHYSICALLY turned on by a patron to ensure that both parties have a really good time, but there does have to be something I can connect to. (Kinksters get that of course. The guys that send Me pictures of their dicks, not so much.) So what turns me on in an email request?
I would love to worship Your pussy
I want You to abuse me
I want to be with an older woman; can You help me?
Will You make me your little sissy?
Why yes. Yes I will.
Good morning fellow perverts!
Every morning, with my first cup of the fluid of life (not THAT fluid; coffee!!), I check My email. If I have a request for an appointment, I would rather know first thing than an hour past when a new applicant is desiring to serve. This morning, finding nothing in my Inbox, I was disappointed. My favourite pet is out of town and has been neglecting Me of late (and he will get a ferocious spanking over My knee when I see him next!!!), and I need to expand my clientele of regulars to make up for the Time Wasting Wankers. Out of the blue, I thought "I wonder if there's anything in my Spam box (hee hee!)". Sure enough, 5 emails that I would have missed had I not checked! As a bonus, at least 3 of them were written by supplicants kinky enough to make Me wet when I read them!
You see, I really do enjoy what I do. I don't need to be PHYSICALLY turned on by a patron to ensure that both parties have a really good time, but there does have to be something I can connect to. (Kinksters get that of course. The guys that send Me pictures of their dicks, not so much.) So what turns me on in an email request?
I would love to worship Your pussy
I want You to abuse me
I want to be with an older woman; can You help me?
Will You make me your little sissy?
Why yes. Yes I will.
Tuesday, 23 April 2013
Fa...fa...fa...fa...fashion!
One of the most exciting things about a new 9-5 job is the knowledge that I will be able to add to My wardrobe soon. Really, I think that's what I find the most difficult part of this temporary cash poor situation; I cannot afford to indulge Myself as I should be indulged! My hair should always look freshly coloured; My hands and My feet should be groomed and My nails should be done, but there are priorities! Day to day living expenses need to come first at the moment, but that doesn't mean a Lady can't do the best with what she has, does it?
The freedom that I find in shopping now is delightful. When I was a BBW, I didn't always do the best with what I had, but a lot of the time I was quite ill. Now, knowing I can walk into almost any store and find things that suit My personality, My style and My figure, shopping is a joy. That is, it is a joy when I can afford to do it. In the meantime, I dream up outfits for Myself on Polyvore (under a different account).
Now that I am a regular size (12/14 for those of you paying attention), I am a lingerie devotee. I love to wear something lacy and sexy beneath the most ordinary of My clothes; I'm sure many of you sissies out there know what I mean. I enjoy feeling sexual, so I like my sexy undies! Since I discovered how sexy My bottom looks framed by a garter, I think I have only worn pantyhose on a few occasions. If I wear a skirt and garters with My heels, and I am on public transit, I get the chance to 'accidentally' let My skirt ride up so the edge of my stockings and the bows on my garters are showing, and if I should need to cross My legs...Did I mention I almost never wear panties?
I also love high heels. I am not a tiny woman, standing 5'8" in my bare feet, but I do love a nice high heel. My calves are thicker than I wish they were: high heels lengthen the look. I especially love the slimming effect on My calves of My OTK boots (a gift from a favourite pet), and so I wear them every chance I get! I am delighted to see really FEMININE shoes coming back into fashion, in bright prints and colours, too. I like a fairly pointed toe but it has to have a long enough toebox (heeehee toebox sounds dirty...says My inner 12 year old). That's why I LOVE Nine West shoes; their lasts are perfect for My feet, although some styles are sized differently than others! My patent leather MaryJanes with the 4.5 inch heel are a 9.5; black suede booties with the 5 inch heel are 8.5 and I can still take them off without undoing the zipper up the back! I just had the heel caps replaced so they will enjoy many more months of wear, but first, I'll need some new Spring heels! Floral prints to wear with bright solids; solid pastels to wear with prints. I've already got my Spring stockings: they are WHITE fishnets! I am never going bare-legged in the Springtime again! I am looking forward to some pretty Spring dresses (and perhaps a new suit or two?): it might even be enough to get Me motivated to take out My jewellery tools again and make Myself some accessories!
What do you think I should treat Myself to next paycheque?
The freedom that I find in shopping now is delightful. When I was a BBW, I didn't always do the best with what I had, but a lot of the time I was quite ill. Now, knowing I can walk into almost any store and find things that suit My personality, My style and My figure, shopping is a joy. That is, it is a joy when I can afford to do it. In the meantime, I dream up outfits for Myself on Polyvore (under a different account).
Now that I am a regular size (12/14 for those of you paying attention), I am a lingerie devotee. I love to wear something lacy and sexy beneath the most ordinary of My clothes; I'm sure many of you sissies out there know what I mean. I enjoy feeling sexual, so I like my sexy undies! Since I discovered how sexy My bottom looks framed by a garter, I think I have only worn pantyhose on a few occasions. If I wear a skirt and garters with My heels, and I am on public transit, I get the chance to 'accidentally' let My skirt ride up so the edge of my stockings and the bows on my garters are showing, and if I should need to cross My legs...Did I mention I almost never wear panties?
I also love high heels. I am not a tiny woman, standing 5'8" in my bare feet, but I do love a nice high heel. My calves are thicker than I wish they were: high heels lengthen the look. I especially love the slimming effect on My calves of My OTK boots (a gift from a favourite pet), and so I wear them every chance I get! I am delighted to see really FEMININE shoes coming back into fashion, in bright prints and colours, too. I like a fairly pointed toe but it has to have a long enough toebox (heeehee toebox sounds dirty...says My inner 12 year old). That's why I LOVE Nine West shoes; their lasts are perfect for My feet, although some styles are sized differently than others! My patent leather MaryJanes with the 4.5 inch heel are a 9.5; black suede booties with the 5 inch heel are 8.5 and I can still take them off without undoing the zipper up the back! I just had the heel caps replaced so they will enjoy many more months of wear, but first, I'll need some new Spring heels! Floral prints to wear with bright solids; solid pastels to wear with prints. I've already got my Spring stockings: they are WHITE fishnets! I am never going bare-legged in the Springtime again! I am looking forward to some pretty Spring dresses (and perhaps a new suit or two?): it might even be enough to get Me motivated to take out My jewellery tools again and make Myself some accessories!
What do you think I should treat Myself to next paycheque?
Sunday, 21 April 2013
Musings of a Mistress
I imagine that as One becomes more and more aware of and interested in BDSM, it is usual that one of two things happen. Either One becomes overwhelmed and runs back to the safety of the heteronormative (vanilla) world, or One takes a deep breath and plunges in headlong. Despite My desires to rush headlong into everything, all the time, I am learning that I must stick in a toe and test the waters first sometimes. Lately, I have been devoting some thought to advertising for a service submissive, and possibly even a sissy submissive willing to give himself, in chastity, to Me 24/7. My Partner and I live in a really lovely house, and I am the first to admit that although I am a woman of many talents, housework has never been one of them. My Partner is much better at it, but he's such an alpha male that a) he's not sissification material and b) housework really is beneath him despite his talent for it. Likewise, I have some very lovely clothes but they'd look much better if someone took the time to launder and iron/fold them carefully and put them away.
I enjoy cooking, and I enjoy grocery shopping (really!), but I am always more creative in the kitchen when I have a souschef cleaning up behind Me as I go, doing dishes, washing bowls & utensils, and serving at the table. I also love having a nice looking garden, and I am really good at the planning, but it hardly befits Me to be on My knees in the gravel beds pulling dandelions, does it? Our backyard is nice and private for about 6 months of the year when all the trees are in full leaf. I can visualize My Partner and Myself out on the deck, in the shade of the trees, while My submissive sweats for My pleasure. After all, I do take pleasure from surrounding Myself with beautiful things. Once the yardwork is complete, I'd send My sub to his bathroom to clean himself up and put on his cage for Me. By then, I think I might be ready to reward him by allowing to lick Me to orgasm once or twice. In my vanilla life, I always preferred to have a partner go down on Me; only recently am I a convert to Queening. I think it's part of the same evolution of kink. I love that I can, because of My rather unique physiognomy, I can hold My pussy over an inch above my sub's lips and still have my inner lips touch his (or, it must be said, hers, but for the minute,we're talking sissybois.) I love to tell them "Don't lick, just sniff it. Open your mouth and sniff it like the dog you are."
Oh, My....I have a guest arrriving soon....a hot young stud who wants to fuck Me because I look like his ex-gf's mom, and I do the things that girls his own age don't. He's going to find me hot, wet and delicious.
Outfit of the day: My favourite Nine West booties, black stockings, deep coral bra & garters.
Kisses
Mistress E.
Oh, My....I have a guest arrriving soon....a hot young stud who wants to fuck Me because I look like his ex-gf's mom, and I do the things that girls his own age don't. He's going to find me hot, wet and delicious.
Outfit of the day: My favourite Nine West booties, black stockings, deep coral bra & garters.
Kisses
Mistress E.
Friday, 19 April 2013
Spanky spank spank
I hate to say it, but sometimes Madonna just nails it; "nothing like a good spanky!".
Spankings are something that I enjoy giving a great deal as a Domme. When I have a brand new patron visit, I like to begin with an over the knee spanking. Ever since My toad gave Me my boots, I always wear them during a spanking. I position Myself in my oak dining room chair that sits alongside My bed. I put them across My knees so I can spank with My right hand (it's stronger). After a good working over with My hand, I like to switch to a paddle so I can spank harder. You see, I bruise quite easily, and if I hit as hard as I like to with My bare hand, I wind up black and blue across My palms and fingers. Not only is it painful, and hard to explain, but it impairs My ability to really set Myself free on the next victim...errr, patron.
I enjoy building the 'layers' of redness, and of discomfort, and when I can hear your soft whimpers, and I know you are giving up your tears, that gives Me pleasure.
Of course, I understand first hand (ha!) the joys of a really good thunderous ass-warming spanking though. Not long before I began this journey into the oldest profession, I made a serious error in judgement in My personal life and I had to confess it to My partner. Part of My repentance was to submit to Him, and I did so gladly. I was told I would need to undress and present myself across His knee. He sat in His leather armchair, and I draped myself across his lap. This was uncharted territory for both of us. He had never spanked me before: I had learned that I craved the sensation of a hard hand on my soft ass from someone else. He spanked me, HARD: He held me braced so I could not move away, and so I was able to relax and enjoy the incredibly intense spanking he administered. When He told me to get upstairs on the bed, I ran! He took the riding crop to My ass, and when I squealed for a safeword, He told me I did not deserve one for my foolishness. I knew then that it had been foolish of me not to trust HIM, and that He knew my limits at least as well as I did. Though it felt as though my ass was being peeled at the time, and I cried and I moaned and I begged him to fuck me and forgive me, He left not a single welt or weal or bruise. As we lay together after, and I felt the delicious langour in my arms and legs, my mind was clear and my thoughts were bright and brilliant. I felt reborn and forgiven. It was glorious.
How do you feel, gentle perverts, after giving or receiving a really good spanking?
Spankings are something that I enjoy giving a great deal as a Domme. When I have a brand new patron visit, I like to begin with an over the knee spanking. Ever since My toad gave Me my boots, I always wear them during a spanking. I position Myself in my oak dining room chair that sits alongside My bed. I put them across My knees so I can spank with My right hand (it's stronger). After a good working over with My hand, I like to switch to a paddle so I can spank harder. You see, I bruise quite easily, and if I hit as hard as I like to with My bare hand, I wind up black and blue across My palms and fingers. Not only is it painful, and hard to explain, but it impairs My ability to really set Myself free on the next victim...errr, patron.
I enjoy building the 'layers' of redness, and of discomfort, and when I can hear your soft whimpers, and I know you are giving up your tears, that gives Me pleasure.
Of course, I understand first hand (ha!) the joys of a really good thunderous ass-warming spanking though. Not long before I began this journey into the oldest profession, I made a serious error in judgement in My personal life and I had to confess it to My partner. Part of My repentance was to submit to Him, and I did so gladly. I was told I would need to undress and present myself across His knee. He sat in His leather armchair, and I draped myself across his lap. This was uncharted territory for both of us. He had never spanked me before: I had learned that I craved the sensation of a hard hand on my soft ass from someone else. He spanked me, HARD: He held me braced so I could not move away, and so I was able to relax and enjoy the incredibly intense spanking he administered. When He told me to get upstairs on the bed, I ran! He took the riding crop to My ass, and when I squealed for a safeword, He told me I did not deserve one for my foolishness. I knew then that it had been foolish of me not to trust HIM, and that He knew my limits at least as well as I did. Though it felt as though my ass was being peeled at the time, and I cried and I moaned and I begged him to fuck me and forgive me, He left not a single welt or weal or bruise. As we lay together after, and I felt the delicious langour in my arms and legs, my mind was clear and my thoughts were bright and brilliant. I felt reborn and forgiven. It was glorious.
How do you feel, gentle perverts, after giving or receiving a really good spanking?
A Career is Getting Paid to do Something You Love
I love what I do; furthermore, I'm good at it.
I am an 'Erotic Services Provider'; an independent escort. Call Me a whore, if you like; I don't find it offensive. I admit, though, I prefer to think of Myself as a courtesan. I cater each and every patron's visit to his tastes, as long as it doesn't violate the rule of SAFE SANE CONSENSUAL or My hard limits. I am able to take my sexual pleasure at the hands of others. Does it matter if I don't find them physically attractive? Not as long as there is something that serves to intrigue Me. This afternoon, my patron was rather a Santa Claus type, quite a lot older, some medical concerns, but he enjoys spending time with Erica, his dirty little secret, and I am ok with that. I think that's part of why I gravitate towards BDSM/KINK: because there's something about a person's MIND that turns Me on.
In case you're wondering what else turns me on, here's a quick list;
I am an 'Erotic Services Provider'; an independent escort. Call Me a whore, if you like; I don't find it offensive. I admit, though, I prefer to think of Myself as a courtesan. I cater each and every patron's visit to his tastes, as long as it doesn't violate the rule of SAFE SANE CONSENSUAL or My hard limits. I am able to take my sexual pleasure at the hands of others. Does it matter if I don't find them physically attractive? Not as long as there is something that serves to intrigue Me. This afternoon, my patron was rather a Santa Claus type, quite a lot older, some medical concerns, but he enjoys spending time with Erica, his dirty little secret, and I am ok with that. I think that's part of why I gravitate towards BDSM/KINK: because there's something about a person's MIND that turns Me on.
In case you're wondering what else turns me on, here's a quick list;
- restraints; specifically, cuffs and collars
- spankings
- My black boots (thank you to my favourite sub slut)
- pretty lingerie & sexy shoes
- having My neck & face stroked
- seeing My handprint on your ass
- my riding crop, paddle and flogger (I wish I hadn't lost My strap!)
- chilly stainless steel toys
- nipple clips
- a sissy over my knee wearing a pair of My panties, or panties that match Mine
- being worshiped
- PEGGING
- BEGGING
- a submissive in tears
- the words 'not yet' in response to the question "May I cum?"
Thursday, 18 April 2013
Mistress Erica's FAQ Goes Up to Eleven *UPDATED*
Here are some questions I get in email requests. I might as well just spit them out, hmmm?
If you are looking for FULL SERVICE domination/girlfriend experience with a release at the end of the hour, you're required to make a $200 cash donation. If you want a full hour without the full service, it's $200.
I don't generally book sessions under an hour: good things take time. If you want more than an hour, add $100/hr. So a three hour session is a really great value, and excellent if you are looking to build a rapport for ongoing sessions.
I don't want that domme stuff, just good old fashioned sex. Do you provide that?
Of course I do; it's called a Girlfriend Experience. If it's your fantasy that I am your old high school teacher, or your Mommy, even your boss, you can change the name if you like and call it roleplay.
Would you accept...$?
Ask the waitress at the bar if she'll take $2 for that beer. Inquire if you can pay $6.50 for that package of cigarettes.
If you have something I am interested in, like silver investment coins or bars, we can discuss barter. If you have PayPal, I can invoice you AHEAD OF TIME. (Yes, really.)
Do you take Visa/Mastercard?
Yes, actually. You can use credit cards to pay for a service by requesting a PayPal invoice. Once I have a confirmed payment email and I have ensured the payment cannot be canceled, we'll have fun.
Do you offer bareback/greek (anal)?
I don't offer bareback anything. Safety first, kiddos! I offer anal and I enjoy it too, but not without condoms. And lube. Plenty of lube.
Will you smother me until I pass out?
I don't do anything that doesn't fall within the guidelines of SAFE, SANE & CONSENSUAL. If I am sitting on your face, you might feel as though you are about to pass out, but I REALLY don't want to have to explain to your wife why you died, chained naked to my bed, so don't ask me to. If you are into light breath play, it's negotiable.
Do you offer outcall services?
Not even once.
I want to make you my sextoy where you submit to me. Interested? (UPDATED)
I don't switch. Ever. If you don't want to be dommed, you can still have a Girlfriend/MILF/roleplay experience, as long as it doesn't involve ME submitting to you. It means something serious to me, and it's not something I play with. Anyone who has any real BDSM experience ought to get that. That's a line I don't cross. Don't ask.
Well then, can I spank you?
Ask Me again after you've seen Me once or twice.
Do you like role play?
That ought to be obvious by now, shouldn't it? I have plenty of ideas and scenarios; props and costumes required? If you like spankings and you have an Implement of Choice, bring it or buy it for Me...I'm pretty open-minded and unshockable. I also have a large walk-in closet for all of my darling secret CDs out there.
Can I have some free pictures?
Undoubtedly, if you know where to look.
What are your restrictions/hard limits?
- What are your rates? What's the tribute? What's the required donation?
- I don't want that domme stuff, just good old fashioned sex. Do you provide that?
- Would you accept...?
- Do you take Visa/Mastercard?
- Do you offer bareback/greek (anal)?
- Will you smother me until I pass out?
- Do you offer outcall services?
- I want to make you my sextoy where you submit to me. Interested?
- Do you like role play?
- Can I have some free pictures?
- What are your restrictions/ hard limits?
If you are looking for FULL SERVICE domination/girlfriend experience with a release at the end of the hour, you're required to make a $200 cash donation. If you want a full hour without the full service, it's $200.
I don't generally book sessions under an hour: good things take time. If you want more than an hour, add $100/hr. So a three hour session is a really great value, and excellent if you are looking to build a rapport for ongoing sessions.
I don't want that domme stuff, just good old fashioned sex. Do you provide that?
Of course I do; it's called a Girlfriend Experience. If it's your fantasy that I am your old high school teacher, or your Mommy, even your boss, you can change the name if you like and call it roleplay.
Would you accept...$?
Ask the waitress at the bar if she'll take $2 for that beer. Inquire if you can pay $6.50 for that package of cigarettes.
If you have something I am interested in, like silver investment coins or bars, we can discuss barter. If you have PayPal, I can invoice you AHEAD OF TIME. (Yes, really.)
Do you take Visa/Mastercard?
Yes, actually. You can use credit cards to pay for a service by requesting a PayPal invoice. Once I have a confirmed payment email and I have ensured the payment cannot be canceled, we'll have fun.
Do you offer bareback/greek (anal)?
I don't offer bareback anything. Safety first, kiddos! I offer anal and I enjoy it too, but not without condoms. And lube. Plenty of lube.
Will you smother me until I pass out?
I don't do anything that doesn't fall within the guidelines of SAFE, SANE & CONSENSUAL. If I am sitting on your face, you might feel as though you are about to pass out, but I REALLY don't want to have to explain to your wife why you died, chained naked to my bed, so don't ask me to. If you are into light breath play, it's negotiable.
Do you offer outcall services?
Not even once.
I want to make you my sextoy where you submit to me. Interested? (UPDATED)
I don't switch. Ever. If you don't want to be dommed, you can still have a Girlfriend/MILF/roleplay experience, as long as it doesn't involve ME submitting to you. It means something serious to me, and it's not something I play with. Anyone who has any real BDSM experience ought to get that. That's a line I don't cross. Don't ask.
Well then, can I spank you?
Ask Me again after you've seen Me once or twice.
Do you like role play?
That ought to be obvious by now, shouldn't it? I have plenty of ideas and scenarios; props and costumes required? If you like spankings and you have an Implement of Choice, bring it or buy it for Me...I'm pretty open-minded and unshockable. I also have a large walk-in closet for all of my darling secret CDs out there.
Can I have some free pictures?
Undoubtedly, if you know where to look.
What are your restrictions/hard limits?
- no minors, no animals, no scat, no blood, no bareback, no outcalls
- you don't get to cum in My mouth or on My face
- you do not get to dominate Me
- no alcohol is permitted at My location without My knowledge
- minimum appointment is 60 minutes
Time Wasting Wankers
Oh how I loathe them...
This afternoon, I had an appointment scheduled. Getting ready for a visitor generally takes me between 45 and 90 minutes. I spent my usual care bathing, showering, shaving; I exfoliated and moisturised. I did my hair, I did my face. I dressed carefully in my thigh high stockings, black lingerie, my OTK boots and my favourite LBD (little black dress, darlings!). . And then, I waited.
And waited. At 10 minutes, I was pissed. At 30 minutes I was concerned. By 60 minutes, I was enraged! (h)e tied up my entire day by claiming that (h)e wanted to visit for 2 hours. (h)e never showed up. So now?
One anonymous cl email is all you get, folks. After an initial reply, if you want Me to respond, send Me YOUR email or cellphone number. I will call you back from my private number. If yours is blank, blocked, withheld, unknown or any of the above, I know you're real, legitimate and not just using My email as wank fodder. Because really? My time is valuable. I wouldn't book an appointment with you and not be here when you arrive! That's incredibly rude (And not in the way that you want...) If you pulled that on your doctor, lawyer, accountant, dentist, they would send you a bill. If I could, I would send *you* a bill!
This afternoon, I had an appointment scheduled. Getting ready for a visitor generally takes me between 45 and 90 minutes. I spent my usual care bathing, showering, shaving; I exfoliated and moisturised. I did my hair, I did my face. I dressed carefully in my thigh high stockings, black lingerie, my OTK boots and my favourite LBD (little black dress, darlings!). . And then, I waited.
And waited. At 10 minutes, I was pissed. At 30 minutes I was concerned. By 60 minutes, I was enraged! (h)e tied up my entire day by claiming that (h)e wanted to visit for 2 hours. (h)e never showed up. So now?
One anonymous cl email is all you get, folks. After an initial reply, if you want Me to respond, send Me YOUR email or cellphone number. I will call you back from my private number. If yours is blank, blocked, withheld, unknown or any of the above, I know you're real, legitimate and not just using My email as wank fodder. Because really? My time is valuable. I wouldn't book an appointment with you and not be here when you arrive! That's incredibly rude (And not in the way that you want...) If you pulled that on your doctor, lawyer, accountant, dentist, they would send you a bill. If I could, I would send *you* a bill!
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