Mistress Erica's Academy (3 of.....?) An Eager Student

Chapter 3 : An Eager Student

Charlotte’s mouth was so sweet against mine. I kissed her demandingly, as greedily as a drunk at Communion. Her lips parted eagerly beneath mine, and my tongue invaded her mouth boldly. She whimpered deep in her throat as I parted her lips again and again with my demanding tongue.  I took her chin in my hand and looked appraisingly at her.

“You are a pretty slut, aren’t you?” I asked her softly. “Beautiful, really...” and I waited for her response. She in turn waited for my next command.  I could tell that the greatest part of starting Charlotte’s training would be getting her to forget everything she had been told that was not in line with my curriculum or methodology.

“Charlotte,” I rebuked her, “when I as your Mistress give you a compliment, what do you say?” She looked at me, silently. Of course, how could she know? She had been ‘dominated’ with insults, taunts and pain that had not ever been tempered by praise, reward or compliment. I resolved to have a word or half a dozen with this ‘Dom’ of hers, should I meet him again. 

Shaking my head impatiently, I swept the startled girl into my arms and across my knee. She was startled, and stiffened immediately, expecting something harsh to fall across her upturned ass, thighs or even her back. Instead, I soothed her as I would a startled horse or an anxious kitten. In long sweeping strokes, I caressed her wordlessly from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine until I felt her begin to relax where she lay across my thighs. I let my right hand slide down to cup that delicious butt of hers, so firm and round, while my left hand slid down along her neck and into her hair. I felt her sigh and exhale and as she did, she let her head drop and I felt the last of her fear drain away, replaced with a different kind of tension. Expectation, and anticipation, of the blow that was about to fall. I did not disappoint her.

I drew back my hand and spanked her right cheek hard, then pressed my hand tight against her ass where the blow fell. As Charlotte jerked against the spank, I wanted her to feel my hand rubbing and soothing her until it was time for the next spank to fall. She was squirming by the third spank. Her luscious olive skin glowed redder with each swat from my strong hand. As the rosy cheeks of her ass began to glow brightly, Charlotte’s breath grew ragged, and she began to pant ever so slightly in between each rapid smack.

“When I compliment you Charlotte, or when I give you a gift of correction & discipline, I expect your gratitude! You take a spanking so beautifully..

“Oh...thank you Mistress...I...please...” she groaned. I smiled to myself.

“Yes, pet, that’s a good girl. Thank your Mistress for correcting you after each *SMACK* this time, please, slut,” and unbeknownst to poor Charlotte and her reddening bottom, I picked up my favourite paddle where it had been waiting, unnoticed, at my feet. I turned the faux fur side towards my eager slut. I brushed it lightly across the fullest round curve of her ass, and it was all she could do not to lift her hips up to it...uh-oh! Naughty!  

Flipping the paddle in my hand, I brought the stiff leather side down sharply against Charlotte’s poor ass. She gasped and stiffened in shock at the sensation, but she did not pull away. She gulped air and choked out a muffled expletive before choking out her next words.

“Thank you...Mistress...oh..Mistress Erica, please...” Her need was ripe in the air between us. The musk of her arousal was evident to me, and I knew what she was begging Me for, but I so delighted in hearing it from those sweet lips.

“Please what, pet,” I teased, deliberately misunderstanding her entreaties. “Please smack that gorgeous ass of yours again? All right I will!” And I did, giving her another smack on her other cheek.

“Ahhhh! God...” she groaned. “If you want, Mistress...If it pleases you Mistress...let me please you Mistress!” she burst out. Ahhh....there it was. Charlotte had been conditioned to think that her sole purpose was to provide a release for her Master; I needed to change her mind fast. I still had not touched her firm taut breasts or even seen the sweet spot she was clenching between her thighs...

“Charlotte, pet, you’re doing so well, Mistress is so pleased with you. Do you really want to please your Mistress, Charlotte?” I spoke in a low sensual tone as I toyed with her lovely ass.

“Please, Mistress yes!” she gasped. Inwardly I smiled, and I gently slid my right hand down between the lush ripe cheeks of her ass and moved forward until my questing fingertips found the hot sweet wetness of her pussy. Her need was evident in the panting little breaths escaping her. She arched her hips against my lap, pressing her pubis against my thighs. At the time, I let it pass unnoticed, but I filed away the infraction for another time when I might need an excuse to spank that lovely ass. I slid my left hand from where it tenderly gripped the nape of her neck  to caress the diamond-hard points of her nipples. They were tight and erect beneath my pinching teasing toying fingers and each caress found her pressing her breasts more wantonly towards my hand. A few sharp spanks put her back into a quivering state of high arousal; every nerve was awake and straining to respond to my touch. I was delighted to oblige.

“Such a good girl, slut.” My words were caresses; she lifted her head proudly and met my eyes.

“Thank you, Mistress Erica” she breathed. Her eyes were bright, her lips were full and bruised with my kisses. She was proving to be a very eager student. I trapped one tender nipple between my thumb and forefinger; I rolled and teased and tormented it with my nails and fingertips. With my right hand I sought out the hot wet core of her; the hard aching kernel of need that was her clit. I stroked her gently as I bent my head towards hers; her back began to arch with lust and need.

“Then please Me, slut...cum for me, Charlotte...” I whispered fiercely, and I took a tender earlobe in my teeth. I bit down none too gently and she arched and bucked furiously against my hands. I pressed my thumb more firmly against her hard throbbing clit while my fingers sought the sweet hot honey wetness of her cunt. I pressed deeply, searching for the sweet spot as she spasmed against my hands. She came furiously, gloriously, lost in her own pleasure. Her face was bathed in ecstatic agony; her soft tight flesh pulsed helplessly against my probing fingers. Shw lost herself for awhile as pleasure swirled through her. As she calmed, I helped her from across my knees to curl up on my lap and in my arms, helpless and sated. Oh so gently, I brushed away a tear that trailed down her cheek.

“Why are you crying, pet?” I asked out of deep and genuine concern.

“I think...” she said hesitantly, “it’s because I understand now. Submission isn’t something you take from me...it’s something I choose to give to you, isn’t it?”

“Why, of course, pet!” I said, pulling her closer. “Sometimes, it will please me to deny you the chance to cum until after I am satisfied; at other times, it might suit me to see how many times in a row you can cum before you are begging me to STOP stroking you...”and she shuddered at the thought and her lips twitched upwards. “Always remember though, that you are choosing to surrender your control up to Me, as your Domme, because I know what is best for you. I know when you need correction, when you need punishment, and when you need praise and reward.” I shifted in my chair, and she turned to meet my eyes. I continued, “As your Dominant, I intend to provide you with training in submission, and to explore your limits, improve you as a submissive and discover what arouses you most...because seeing you take your pleasure so fiercely pleases Me, Charlotte!”

I bent her mouth to mine and kissed her passionately. She wriggled against me so that her nude breasts pressed  against the fine white cotton shirtwaist I wore. Her mouth yielded to mine, and she sucked eagerly at my tongue as I swept it across her bottom lip. I let my fingers tangle again in her glorious raven ponytail as I kissed her deeply once more. Breaking away, I put on a stern expression and looked at her appraisingly.

“Something occurs to me, young lady. I appear to be wearing entirely too much clothing. We need to fix that. Come with me!” I helped her to her feet, and with all thoughts of any assistance of an executive nature completely fled from my mind, I led a beautifully nude Charlotte up the central staircase to my bedroom so her lesson could continue.

Revealed: Search Words (Edited: Now with SISSYFUCKING!)

Interesting thing I found on Blogger Dashboard: I can search and see what keywords people are using to find My blog. Of course, if you have replied to My ad, you have likely received an email from Me that has a link to this very site. However, if you are someone I have met in passing, and I have mentioned to you what it is I do, then maybe you have used the name of the blog in your search bar. Or perhaps it's random chance that you have been searching for a Mistress and come across Me (No pun intended...) that way. In any case, here are the keyword searches that have led some of you here. Strung together, they remind Me of the poetry that b.l. ronan writes.

Finding Erica
a domme blog erica
can a domme tell when you're reading Her blog
24/7 Mistress
convert me into a sissy slut
bruise on my palm spanking
musings of a mistress
miss erica femdom ads
black domme
what does sissyfucking mean?
sugar lips blowjob


(I like the incongruity of the last line, by the way!)

Mistress Erica's Academy (2 of....?) Ch. 2 An Excellent Sign.

I sent Charlotte a brief email, asking if she might be available for and interested  in a position at my Academy. Of course I was interested in training her, but I also needed a good administrative assistant. Charlotte had told me she felt confined and stifled in her current job; I was certain I could offer her a much more stimulating environment with much more enjoyable benefits! She replied almost immediately that she would like to interview, and after a brief telephone call, we decided on just after noon that same day. Shortly before she was to arrive, I lit some scented candles in the lobby and checked my appearance in a large oval stand mirror beside the credenza.

My long copper hair lay on my shoulders in thick rich waves: my green eyes smouldered, surrounded by thick black lashes. I wore a favourite white shirtwaist, elegantly tailored to reveal my fair skinned cleavage and hug my waist before dropping into my tight black skirt. Black stockings and 5 inch black leather stiletto heels completed my look; the lingerie below had been chosen just as carefully. Eschewing tradition, I occasionally chose my lingerie from outside the shades between jet and obsidian. Today was such a day. The satin and lace that wrapped itself around my most sensual curves was a delightful pink that was almost coral. It fit me as though it had been made for me, and when I wore it, it did not matter a damn that ‘dommes wear black’; my position as Mistress has always had more to do with my demeanour and My mindset than with the colour of My underwear! As I continued to check my appearance, I saw that the barest edge of my satin bra was visible below the neckline of my blouse...perfect! Then, as now, I enjoyed dressing to provoke and tantalize  As I heard footsteps approach the front door, I turned to greet my guest.

“Hello, Charlotte, and welcome!” I said, as I opened the door to her for the first time, I was struck immediately by Charlotte’s beauty. Her olive skin and dark eyes combined with her long dark hair gave her such an exotic look. Immediately I flashed on an image of what our bodies would look like when they came together in passion & lust. She was as dark as I was fair; pure Latina to my Scots/Irish. Giving myself a mental nudge, I guided Charlotte to a chair in front of the fire, opposite the one in which I planned to sit. Charlotte’s hair was loose around her shoulders, and she was dressed in an earnest attempt to downplay her smoldering sexuality. Her top did not flatter her small firm breasts or her long neck; the dress slacks she wore did nothing for the ripeness of her ass, the fullness of her hips, and her shoes were boring and comfortable. She was going to be such a wonderful project! 

"Hello, Mistress Erica; thank you for your gracious invitation," she said, somewhat shyly, and her voice was so sweet and light. "I am very honoured that you think I might be an asset to your business. I brought all of my test scores from my diploma program, and I would be happy to show you what I can do before you offer me a position!' she concluded, somewhat breathlessly. I smiled and leaned in towards her slightly before I spoke. I noticed immediately that her body language was mirroring mine; she had leaned in towards me too. An excellent sign. 

"Well, Charlotte, I admit, I do have something of a hidden motive in asking you here today, but we won't discuss that just yet. First let me tell you something about this place. 3 months ago, I bought this property for the purpose of creating an Academy for the training of sexually submissive women and men to suit the purposes of other Dominants like myself, or those who wish to be in a D/s relationship with a partner who is not only experienced but is also highly skilled. The clients for whom I am training submissives are selected as carefully as the submissives are themselves. If a client will not submit to Me, I will not provide a submissive to that client, plain and simple." I sat back and watched Charlotte process this information. Beofre she had ended her relationship with her 'Master', he had told her that no true Dom would ever submit to anyone. That signaled more to Me about his need to control rather to to dominate, and I was right. 

Before deciding to take her as my first Worthy Cause, I had dug into Charlotte's backstory. I discovered that her so-called Master was no stranger to the BDSM scene in our city. He had been run off many a party and gathering for trying to split couples and promote chaos by seducing vulnerable submissive women. After breaking her limits, breaking her spirit, stripping her of everything dignified, he had tossed her aside without a second thought when she asked him to commit himself to her. His callous lack of regard for her emotional wellbeing convinced Me that he had no real knowledge or understanding of what BDSM meant. Instead, he saw it as a legitimate way for him to get off on hurting women. I found him completely loathesome even while I saw what she had found attractive. He had a swagger and a manner that few women could have resisted for long when he was turning on the charm and acting tender. Within 10 minutes of first setting eyes on Charlotte's former self-declared 'owner', I had decided that his custom and clientele would never be welcome in My place of business. Again, I turned my attention back to the dark beauty seated across from Me.

"As you know, Charlotte, I have had a number of Patrons that have been with Me since the very beginnings of My career as a domme. With the business in startup mode, I simply no longer have the time to take care of all of my clients properly. I will need to devote a great deal of My time to the actual training of the submissives. Many of the training sessions will be available for them to view, or indeed, to participate in. Of course, most of my clients and Patrons are submissives themselves, so they can serve right alongside the trainees. It will be excellent discipline for many of them. However, there is one particular Patron who has asked me to undertake the task of training a submissive for his exclusive use and pleasure. I call him lord Maximus Minimus. I believe it is his hope that once the training is complete, that his submissive will be his to collar. If I do My job properly, my lord Maximus will have a submissive upon whom he can absolutely dote, and who can challenge and rise to his most delightful perversities." I watched Charlotte's face carefully. Her eyes were wide and bright, moist lips slightly parted, and she hung on my every word. Perfect! I continued, 

"He is kind, but very strict. He is educated, intelligent, sensual and attractive. He is the only client I allow to top Me, Charlotte, and he has asked me to choose a woman for him. I would like to choose you." Her eyes grew wider, and I heard her draw a quick breath. "I would like you to be my executive assistant, yes, but more importantly, I would very much like you to consider joining Me here at the Academy, as a prospective submissive to my Lord Maximus.  You will stay with Me full-time; there is a room prepared upstairs that I think will suit you. You can arrange to have your furnishings put into storage; everything that you need here will be provided to you. When you are not helping Me with the running of the Academy, I will be guiding you on your way to becoming my Lord Maximus's perfect pleasure slut." I sat back in My chair and let My words sink in. I could tell that Charlotte was aroused at the thought; her pupils were wide, nostrils flared, and she was fighting not to squirm against her chair. Perhaps it was time to alert poor Charlotte just what she might be in for.

"Charlotte!" I made My voice sharp and curt, like the bossy domme I was. "Pay attention! This is important, and if you miss anything important, I might end up disappointed. I don't think you want me disappointed with you, do you?" my voice trailed away to a mere whisper as I lay one hand on her knee. She was beside herself, her body as taut as violin strings. She fought to stay in control and not throw herself at My feet. I was impressed; Charlotte obviously had much more to offer than her boorish 'owner' had ever known.

"I want you to understand Charlotte, that this is not 'slavery', or indenture, or an internship or anything but the chance for you to live for the next six months as one of My full time live in submissives. At the end of six months, you will be free to move out of the Academy, though I hope you will continue to function as my executive assistant, and we will discuss your salary at that time. However, if you do decide to take me up on my offer, please understand that at no time will you be obligated to give your submission to anyone but Me. I will ask that you meet my lord Maximus, but the training contract will be between you and Me only. I know that I have given you a lot to think about. If you'll excuse me for a moment, I will bring us some coffee from the kitchen. Think about my offer", I urged, as I got up to leave the room.

In the kitchen, I found heavy stoneware mugs, since I preferred a substantial cup of coffee to a tiny thimblefull. I placed sugar, cream and spoons on a tray, poured us each out a cup of coffee, and placed a few biscotti on a plate. After placing in in the middle of the tray, I returned to the foyer and my guest. Immediately, Charlotte's decision was apparent.

Gone was the loose flowing hair; Charlotte had pulled it back into a high ponytail that fell down her back. She no longer sat, but knelt beside the chair I had just vacated. Her back was straight; her nipples painfully erect. She strove to stay still and look elegant, but her face was somehow wrong. She kept her eyes resolutely on the floor as I approached, unruffled by her nudity. The clothing she had shed sat, neatly folded, on the chair she had given up. She had both hands behind her back; each hand clasped the opposite elbow. She looked so elegant and beautiful; Maximus would adore her. I set the tray down on the coffee table, and silently studied her for a moment as I stood before her. I read in her body how badly she wanted this; how very aroused she was, and yet she seemed oddly unhappy.

"Charlotte." This time, my voice was barely above a whisper. I sat in My chair, she knelt at My side. Her eyes flicked to my face and immediately away. Her cheeks coloured and her body grew rigid. Inwardly I raged. I knew what this was about. I turned in my chair to face her. I put my hands on my own knees, tucked my right foot behind my left ankle and took a deep breath. I reached out my hand to ever so lightly caress her cheek. "Tell me what's wrong" I commanded gently.

"Mistress...when I raised my eyes without permission..." she began, as her eyes filled with tears.

"Stop...wait..." I whispered, and I dropped my hand to fondle the side of her neck, her collarbone, her oh so delicate throat. "Is this what you are afraid of Charlotte? That I will choke you? Frighten you? Subjugate you?" My fingers slid sensuously across her chin, her lips, and she visibly shuddered with arousal at my touch. Suddenly, she straightened...her back arched ever so slightly towards me, her painfully erect nipples thrust proudly forward.

"No Mistress," she breathed, as she raised her eyes, at last, to meet Mine. "I will never be afraid of you. I will offer you my submission, because you are strong enough to take it. You will treasure it and treasure me...won't you?" she pleaded.

"Yes, pet,' I breathed, as I drew her in to me. My strong small hand moved to tangle in her hair, and I brought her sweet wet mouth to mine. "You will be Mine, won't you? My good girl? My slut?  My good slut?"

"Yes, Mistress, oh yes!" she moaned between kisses. "I will be your Good Girl! Please can I be your Good Girl?" 

And thus began Charlotte's first lesson.

Good Things Take Time

I have written before about how I see clients differently from Patrons. Ordinarily, in order for Me to consider you a Patron, We would have spent a number of visits together, and We could have slowly developed a rapport and a trust that is a deep bonding experience for both the submissive and the Dominant. A level of intimacy can evolve so that while I am Domming you, and you are submitting to Me, We experience a transcendant experience. The type that leaves you breathless and gasping, possibly laughing, shaking, ACHING as your balls empty of your offering for your Mistress, and it feels endless. That kind of connection takes time, and it's rare, and it's what makes you a Patron of Mine, and not just a client. The only way it happens other than over a period of weeks, or months, is when someone with a deep desire to submit commits himself to spending several hours with Me at a time; it gets intense for both of Us, believe Me.

For the first time today, a submissive gave Me the gift of enough time to really explore his limits, his secret longings and really send him deep into 'subspace'. The poor fellow is totally cunt-struck, and with good reason. He was an absolute delight to Me, and I look forward to helping him continue his journey into the world of BDSM....or whatever this is I do.

Mistress Erica's Academy (Ch. 1 A Worthy Cause)

{Author's note: it goes without saying this is 90% fiction, 10% I'll let you figure it out.}

As I gazed around the beautifully appointed lobby of the private academy of my dreams, I felt immensely satisfied from the top of my beautifully coiffed head to the tips of my thigh high black leather boots. The marble fireplace and the deep overstuffed leather armchairs created an aura of opulence and vaguely evoked an era where a stern Mistress was the dream of many a proper gentleman, and a firm hand the desire of every young marriageable virgin. Well, gentlemen and virgins might be in short supply, I mused, but there was certainly no short supply of individuals wanting a perfect submissive partner. After all my experience as a Domme, and as a former educator, what was more natural than for me to open a school for submissives? Best of all, as a true sensualist who was equally as attracted to women as men, I might have my pick of delicious submissives of both genders to train, tease and perfect. What would it say for my skill as a Dominant if my reputation were to be based upon the quality of the submissives I sponsored?

Mistress Erica is pleased to announce the opening of Her exclusive academy for the training of submissives, pets and slaves. Should you lack the time, opportunity, space or expertise to train a submissive on your own, Mistress Erica will be pleased to assist in the shaping and moulding of your perfect toy. Mistress Erica is skilled in the Erotic, Seductive and Dominant Arts, and you can be assured that a submissive with Mistress Erica's own unique certification will always seek their pleasure through providing you with yours. Further details can be obtained by emailing erica.domme@gmail.com.

I had placed the ad selectively, in certain places online, in other places in old-fashioned hard copy. I had passed the information on to a few clients, and a few former clients, who were actively looking for direction and in some cases, for partners. I was overwhelmed by the volume of the responses I received; I had not been prepared for that!  I initially expected I might find it difficult to find the four submissives I would ultimately select as my first 'graduating' class. I worried somewhat that the expensive bedding, the enormous outlay of furnishings, cosmetics, books and various pieces of gear and equipment would take much longer than I expected to begin to pay off.  As it turned out, having enough good candidates was hardly my biggest problem. No, a much bigger problem was how to choose which twenty applications I would take forward to select from. There was such a wide range of responses!

There was the ever-eloquent VIP, my adored Maximus Minimus. He addressed his email to me as only he was permitted

Hello darling slut

Your Lord Maximus misses you. I regret that My work continues to keep us apart, as I will remain on the opposite side of the continent for some time to come. I was impressed to see that you have opened a training academy; you are such a clever slut! If the submissives you train, milady, are half as chameleonic as you are yourself, their owners will be lucky. And with that, darling slut, I offer you a challenge. Find a worthy submissive to train for me; I think it's time I had my own plaything, don't you? Since I cannot have you, I will have your simulacrum. Make a slut for me in Thine own image, darling erica.

your Lord
MM

Well. I realised it was time to look for one of my favourite things: A Worthy Cause!

I had a Worthy Causes folder in my email, and I kept an updated list on my phone of a few select individuals I considered as such. A Worthy Cause was a potential submissive who was honest about their desire to submit but their inability to engage my services. I was, quite simply, beyond their price range. However, their emails and sometimes their subsequent emails had convinced me that they wanted the submission much more than just the sex. When I had a Patron who really desired to submit and serve, it was always so much more satisfying! Some of the more generous Patrons occasionally allowed me enough extra funds to take on a Worthy Cause, and now, my dear Maximus was going to sponsor one.  Who to choose?

I flipped open the file, and dug into the task at hand. I needed to find a submissive woman to train for my Lord Maximus. She should be younger than me, but not by much, for that was suited to my Lord's taste. As such, she should also have voluptuous curves, a tight wet pussy, and an enormous sexual appetite. I knew all too well how much it pleased lord Maximus to have an eager wanton woman climax beneath his skillful hands and under his oh so watchful eyes. I had been a grateful recipient of many a shattering orgasm beneath those eyes and hands. It would be an absolute testament to my abiliites to provide my beloved Patron with a submissive that would respond to his touch like I did. In the next instant, I knew who would be my first official Worthy Cause; lovely Charlotte.

Charlotte had responded to an ad of mine at the request of a man who insisted she call him Master at all times, in public or private, regardless of circumstance. They had met through an online ad; he had initially approached her as one half of a Dominant couple. At their first meeting, Charlotte had only been half surprised to discover that the woman was not a long term companion to the man calling himself her Master. She was in fact simply another of his regular play partners; a collection of unhappily married women who could not express their kinks with their partners. Though each time he promised he would never do it again, he had casually breached her hard limits repeatedly. That, to me, was his unforgivable sin. Even I have my limits,and I expect mine to be as ironclad as my submissives' are! Through Charlotte's emails, I came to learn that he was in fact a narcissist and a chronic abuser of women masquerading as a Dominant. He had no interest in improving her self esteem through her submission; he sought instead to beat her down to keep her subservient and inferior.

He had kept Charlotte so degraded. He had beaten her and called it BDSM; choked her until she blacked out because she would not agree to a command he tried to give her. Once she came to see that the violence he offered her was not all there was to BDSM, Charlotte left her so-called Master alone. Afterwards, once she had dusted off her pride and cut him out of her life completely, she and I had maintained a friendship as she sought to find a partner that could offer what she needed. Charlotte needed a Dominant who would challenge her; who would push her limits; who would teach her to embrace the pleasures she found in what some would consider taboo. In short, Charlotte needed my Lord Maximus Minimus, who would find in her his long-sought 24/7 submissive slut.

Charlotte had sought my advice again after seeing one of my advertisments for new clientele. She was in her mid-thirties, with thick dark curls that cascaded down her shapely back to stop midway to her remarkable ass. Her athlete's body was tanned, toned and taut again after she had regained control of her own life. She was ready to undertake her long anticipated journey into deep and total power exchange. She was going to give herself, body mind and soul, into my sometimes indulgent, sometimes strict but always entirely safe care. She would be pushed, and punished, and denied and teased and tormented, but she would be cherished and adored so that she could be at her most vulnerable to allow her gift of submission to her Dominant to be complete. She needed a Dominant she could trust enough to expose her true submissive nature to. My lord Maximus would be yin to her yang; they would compliment one another beautifully. Lucky me; I would be the catalyst that would bind them together.

How to Buy Erica's Affection

Like any hotblooded woman, I adore being given gifts! There is nothing that makes a woman feel more worshiped, really, than an unasked-for gift of some of her favourite things, thoughtfully chosen. Your domme is no different! Submissives bearing gifts always get favoured treatment. How that might unfold, I can't say, but it will definitely help to set a bond. As I have said numerous times, I really would enjoy having enough regular $ubmissives that I no longer need to advertise daily, but I can set up My own website with my pictures, etc. and get any additional clientele that way. On my way there though, I have to be pragmatic. Keeping myself looking good for each and every client takes time and money. So there's that; quality lingerie is expensive, and so are stockings, quality makeup and a good hairdresser.

When you give a gift, in addition to a donation; it's like leaving a nice tip for your favourite server at the golf club, or sliding the valet an extra $10 to put your car in a good spot where no one is going to ding your doors. I believe that I am providing you with a service, am I not? If you appreciate genuine service, why not consider a gratuity in the form of a small gift? Patrons, be they submissive sissy panty sluts or plain old hetero guys that just want to bang a hot redheaded MILF, always get special attention when they arrive bearing gifts! (Don't they, toad?) For example, if you wish for Me to maintain a D/s relationship with you via email or text, you had best set your mind to what special gifts might please Me.

As the aforementioned toad knows well, I adore good chocolate. Pretty much anything from HERE will satisfy your Mistress if it is dark chocolate containing no coconut and no alcoholic flavourings. I gave up alcohol in the 1990s; this is no time to start re-imagining how yummy some of it tastes until I get too drunk to care what it tastes like...Since I also have no wish to be on the other side of 200 pounds again EVER, I must also exercise self-control where fattening things are concerned, so best not to indulge too often in chocolates!   Fortunately, there are lots of other things I am fond of, and most of them can be purchased with gift cards!

I like gift cards, because they allow Me to indulge My own tastes without you having to guess what I like! If you bring me a gift card from LaSensa, La Vie En Rose, or Victoria's Secret, I will be sure to purchase something pretty to wear during O/our next encounter. If you're a secret panty slut, so much the better! I can buy something pretty for Myself and then a pair of pretty silky frilly pink panties for you to wear while you are pleasuring Me! I am also a music lover with very eclectic tastes, so iTunes cards are always appreciated too! Before I see every client, I shower and prepare with products from Bath and Bodyworks. My favourite fragrances are Midnight Pomegranate and Sweet Pea; those scents are sure to score you 'good boy' points, and Mistress does appreciate a good boy!

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Very Important Patron

I get a lot of requests that, for various reasons, I turn down. If an email to me says not much more than 'whats ur rate?' I know it's going to be a request for something I don't do. I know that at the least, an email like that is going to expect some uncovered contact. I also know that they don't get that 'all that other shit' is what makes Me worth what I ask for. If all you want is a bareback blowjob, you are really in the wrong place. I don't care if you think I'm just another hooker; I don't think I am just another hooker! I consider myself first and foremost not even a domme, but a courtesan. As a courtesan, many of my Patrons come to me looking for some degree of dominance. I get asked all the time about submitting. I respond curtly and to the point; I do not sub to clients. That being said however, when a Patron is explicit from the beginning about what it is they want, and is willing to take the time to get to know them and let them get to know Me, they might earn special privileges out of mutual fondness & respect, let's say...Let's call them loyalty rewards that are better than ANYTHING you might get with your Airmiles. That's what separates these particular individuals I think of as Patrons in My mind from an ordinary client. There might be things I would do for them I might not do for any other client, and certainly not a first time client!

One such Patron is a special pet who recently earned the very special privilege of a visit from Mistress Erica outside of My domain. We had a lovely evening and some delicous treats. Another special patron is visiting tonight for the first time in some time which is nice, because every once in a little while Mistress Erica needs to take an hour off and let her inner slut out to play. When slut needs to play, there are 3 options. 

1. I can make my needs clear to Partner;

2. Masturbation and fantasy; because it isn't like I don't have the tools; and

3. Hope to hear from a certain Patron, whom I call Maximus Minumus and respect too much to identify otherwise.

He'll be here in just over 90 minutes...and slut is wet already. I have some ideas of what he wants, and it's exactly what I'm craving.  Later this evening, a young pup is going to be delighted to have an incredibly aroused woman teach him how to please Her....

Self-employment is great.

Sissyfuck

As the line between my ordinary, superficial vanilla life and my life as Mistress Eric becomes ever blurrier, and as I evolve as a Dominant, I'm looking a little deeper at some of the things that really turn Me on, as well as what my patrons need from Me. After all, I am supposed to be providing SERVICE to them. At the same time though, I don't do this merely out of financial necessity. I do it because I like it: I charge for it because a) I can and b) it's part of the turn-on for me, quite frankly. It makes Me feel empowered. So the things I do are the things I like, and My most satisfying encounters are always when the patron and I like a lot of the same things! That brings me to the topic of the day: sissyfucking.

How do I define a sissyfuck? If I were to sissyfuck you, it would begin something like this...

you lie on your back before Me. you are restrained by leather cuffs at your ankles and your wrists. I have tethered your wrists to My bed, and your ankles are linked by a long piece of chain. You are helpless and aroused before Me, and your pleasure is an incidental thing that matters to Me not at all...

I push your knees back and up until your heels are practically over your hips, and My slender fingers brush against your silky stockings on the inside of your thighs where the lace topped band is. I am oh so careful to avoid touching you anywhere but where I want you to respond. As I press in closer to you,  I reach for what I need to give you what you want. You can hear My gloves snap and you know what will soon come next.

Then one fingertip is teasing your hole, just like I teased you by sliding just the tip of your pathetic dick across the front of My magnificent pussy...My finger is slick, wet, and insistent. I want to be inside you completely. I want to hear you moan for Me and mean it. I know you can take a second finger easily, and you do. So wet and soft and hot, and you are completely mine as I stroke deep inside you. It's not enough though, for either of us. I have to fuck you properly now.

The Feeldoe is heavy and thick, and it will fill us both. It will fill Me so that I can fill you, and as I slide my silicone cock deep into your sissy hole, and you moan, I will own you. When I tell you to fuck yourself on My cock like the slut you are, you do, and your moans sound like music. And when I cum, it will be fierce and explosive, and all the better for Me because it simply isn't your turn yet...

Food for Thought, pt. 1

I think a lot about food.

I think I am finally able to be more confident about some of my more sensualist tendencies (ok, ok, they're kinks and fetishes!) including that I sometimes enjoy combining really delicious tastes and textures with my fondling, kissing and teasing. Yes. I went there.

Last weekend, I told my pet toad to bring me really good chocolates. They had to be dark chocolates, no coconut, no alcoholic flavourings. He hit the nail on the head with dark chocolate coated Himalayan sea salt caramels. Mistress was pleased. It was delightful to curl up against him, post-orgasm, and eat chocolates, while he held me with his single free arm. It was delightfully indolent. And the caramels were delectable too.
(For those of you familiar with my hometown, they come in that delightful purple and gold wrapper...)

I like to enjoy good food. I'd like to say that's how I got fat, but that's not it, and that isn't a story I feel like telling here and now. Right now, I'm trying to say something positive about eating healthy (which is really what I did to go from a size 24 to a 12...) and how eating healthy fuels how I feel about every aspect of Myself. Since I have spent a lot of time over the past week thinking about "How do I want to be seen as a domme?", I thought I would post some of the tips I used to get healthy and active and ALIVE at 45 years of age. I would like to have My submissives view Me as someone who is helping them to express their sexuality in a judgement free atmosphere, and who is also helping to coach, train, mentor and improve them, just as a truly devoted submissive is a learning tool for a good Dominant. A muse, as it were. So, here is the first in a series of posts about food, nutrition, diet, etc.

I think a big reason I always lose so much weight in the summer months is the prevalence in my local markets of cheap watermelon at this time of year. I can buy a whole seedless watermelon for $5, then let it sit at room temperature for a few days. This helps the watermelon to finish the process of converting sunlight into sugar, and the result is a much sweeter melon. If you like, you can even ripen one on the counter, then put it into a cool dry place (garage? basement?) for a few days before you take the next step.

I hate eating watermelon. It's messy and inelegant: spoils my makeup right down my face! When I first met Partner, he introduced me to the idea of watermelon mining. He likes to take a big wedge shaped piece and eat it with a spoon, scooping out a section at a time until all that is left is the ripest reddest flesh. (The center meat of the watermelon, where all those concentrated sugar juices are the richest.) Watermelon is excellent for helping flush out all those toxins in the system. There are healthy sugars too: it is sweet enough to curb Partner's diabetic sweet tooth cravings in a much healthier way than chocolate, cookies or anything else he might want. Better, but still messy. Here's what I like to do:

I cut the bottom end off first. Then the top. Then I carve away all the rind, plus any of the bitter white pith. Finally, I slice it vertically, horizontally, and pile it into a large container in the fridge. I have all the watermelon chunks I want for 2 days or so. Then I put another one into the garage!

What do You like, Mistress?

As I lay nestled against him, the toad asked Me that question.

What are Your fetishes, Mistress? What do You like?

It was easy to ponder the question without thinking too much about it. After all, I had already cum at least twice. It really doesn't take much for a favourite submissive to help Me orgasm hard. The toad has been well-trained, and licks right where he is supposed to. It's his toady dick that gets him into trouble when he lets it do the thinking for him....

So. Let's see. What do I like?

I like long slow kisses, with bites, sucks, licks and nibbles. I like coaxing just a little bit more from my subs than they think they can take. I like the sharp intake of breath My teeth cause when I sink them into your earlobes, the slightly alarmed moan as you feel my questing fingertip teasing that hole of yours...

Oh, those holes...Mistress likes to play with her submissive sissy slut holes. My hands are small and strong; My fingers are slender and long. I like the expressions of helplessness on a sub's face as I am perched between his knees while he lies on his back like a bitch...waiting to be stroked deep inside. I love to feel you opening at My urging so you can take Me into yourself...I enjoy teasing and tormenting you verbally while I am stroking you gently, or not so gently, with both My hands at once.

And now, I feel the need to stroke something...gently, then not so gently, and then barely at all....

His First Mistress

Author's note: this is a continuation/expansion of the story I told in "His Very First". I hope you enjoy it.

There was a moment, even with him kneeling at My feet, where Kyle and I could still pretend that I hadn't just told him that I intended to dominate him, and he hadn't reacted like I'd told him he won a lottery. Then I kissed him.

Once I kissed him, Kyle was lost. His heart, his body and his soul were turned over to Me the minute I sank My teeth lightly into his bottom lip and looked deep into his big blue eyes. I held his lip between my teeth, and bit down ever so slightly harder. He did not pull away; his pupils dilated even as his eyes widened and his upper body melted against My thigh. This was going to be so good.

Kyle's ripe mouth tasted of fresh mint as it opened under Mine. I gripped his face gently between My firm small hands. I pressed My hot wet tongue into his eager mouth. He needed to know that he wasn't kissing Me; I was kissing him. I was taking his mouth with Mine. I alternated long slow strokes of My tongue around his with quick darts in and out of his mouth. I felt his breath catch in his throat and go ragged. As I glanced at him, I saw his hands clench reflexively. He wanted so badly to touch Me, and he was fighting so hard not to. Perhaps there was less training needed here than I first thought, I mused. I broke off the kiss, and Kyle looked up at Me, frowning slightly. Control, I thought, fighting against the desire to simply push Kyle to the floor, drag My skirt up over My hips and...

"Mistress?" the beautiful young man at my knee spoke. His voice was softer than I had ever heard it before. The confident, impudent traveller I'd met eight weeks ago was gone; in his place was this vulnerable, handsome submissive. I simply had to know...

"Kyle." I interrupted with a single finger placed on his mouth to get My point across. "I want your full attention. Are you listening to Me?" I spoke in such a tone Kyle could not speak; he merely nodded for Me to continue. I sat back in My chair and paused to gather my thoughts. When I spoke next, I was aware that Kyle's gaze had not wavered from mine, but he had changed his position. He sat poised on his heels, although he looked somewhat uncomfortable, as though he was finding it difficult to maintain. Fit as he was, that seemed unlikely. More likely, he was beginning to wish he had

"Tell Me. You are so poised, taking this all in stride. Of course," I hurried to say, lest he get the wrong idea, "that delights Me. I am just curious by nature, you know; that's how we came to meet, after all. Where have you learned what you know? Who taught you what to do?" He relaxed slightly, and his smile came back. He was breathtaking when he smiled, I thought fleetingly. I can't wait to see what he looks like when I make Him cry...

"I have educated myself, Mistress Leah," Kyle began. "When I was a young teen, I found a novel in a bookshop about a very interesting villa where some distinctly unusual things went on. There was a young woman who had been taken there for training, to learn to please her Masters. I was fascinated."

As was I. I knew immediately I had been right about Kyle's wants and needs...that he needed to be seduced, taken in hand and trained into the magnificent submissive he was born to be. I leaned forward slightly to encourage him to continue his story.

"After that, I found more books, and magazines, and later, of course, I found all kinds of wonders by doing internet searches for BDSM. But I didn't know what I was looking for until I found Madame Diana. She had an online blog where she wrote about dominating her man completely, and how She set him free by putting him under contract as her submissive. That was when I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be Owned."

I smiled slightly, but inside, I felt as though someone had uncorked a bottle of champagne during a fireworks show on Christmas morning. Kyle would be Mine soon enough, but the boy would be made to feel like he needed to work for it first. Perhaps before I started playing with his beautiful body, I should play with his mind a little, I mused...I stared directly into his earnest blue eyes, and tried to think stern thoughts while my mind raced.

"And is that what you think you deserve, Kyle? To be Owned by Me? To be My submissive?" My tone was clear; this was no idle question.

"Yes, please, Mistress," he replied quietly, eyes locked on Mine.

"If I accept you, Kyle, your training begins in earnest tonight. There will be no hesitating or turning back. You will take My direction in everything. Your purpose will be My pleasure; yours is simply incidental. Your pleasure and pride will come from pleasing Me, whether we are out to dinner, on the beach, or" and I leaned in close, and dropped my voice to its most seductive tones "whether you are bound, naked, aroused and helpless before Me and My riding crop with your lovely tight ass quivering in the air..."

Instantly I saw the lust rush into his face. His pupils were black pools in his wide blue eyes. As I rubbed one thumb against his lower lip, he shuddered uncontrollably and fought to remain still. I knew without even a flick of My eyes to his lap that he would be achingly hard for Me. This was going to be so much fun.

The Rules

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