RANT

I understand, really I do...the whole idea of submitting to a Mistress is very exciting. Submitting to a Mistress that you pay is even more so; because you figure that means that it is going to be your perfect experience, that She will do everything you are afraid to ask anyone else for. The fantasy is amazing, isn't it? Making the appointment is so thrilling.

You hear My voice on the phone, and you want to know what I will do to you. There are so many things you've wanted for so long. The videos you've seen; the stories you've read, and now there is an actual Mistress on the end of the phone promising to do those things to your cock; letting you lick Her, touch Her, worship Her...

but when you book Her time and don't confirm, and don't show up, you piss Her off!!!

Outings with your Mistress

If you have read Me before, I hope that you're still here out of adoration (though a lot of you are lurkers, aren't you?) and that if you are local, you're working up courage (or saving up $$$) for a visit. I had an inquiry today from a client who wants to be regular and ongoing about a shopping trip. Now you all know I love pretty things, and a submissive man who wants to buy Me underwear is always something I am happy about! Of course though, lingerie don't pay the mortgage and keep the lights on, so here's My shopping trip specials. These specials are ONLY available as described (or as they say in the restaurant business, no substitutions please!) and they are only available to repeat clients!

1) 30 Minute Lingerie Trip -
I will meet you at a local Lingerie outlet store. I will be dressed to amaze, of course. Together, W/we will pick out $50+ worth of lingerie. (Some for you, but mostly for ME!) You will be teased, humiliated and embarrassed ( how much is up to YOU!) while W/we are in-store. Afterwards, you will meet Me back at My location for a 90 minute session for the price of a 60 minute session or a 2 hour session for the price of a 90 minute session. (or longer!)

2) 45 Minute Love Shop trip -
I will meet you at a local Adult Toy Store. As above, I will be dressed in my finest, wearing My boots, fully made up and at My most Dominant! You will be publicly teased, humiliated and embarrassed while W/we are in-store. You will beg Me for the privilege of buying $100+ worth of toys, or implements, or outfits as I choose. Afterwards, you will meet Me back at My location for a discounted 90 minute or 2 hour session (or longer!)

3) Sissy Shopping: please contact Me for a quotation
After 2+ hours of outlet shopping for U/us , sissy, you can come to see Mistress's great big discreet walk-in closet. It has hangers, shelves and drawers for your prettiest things and those special toys that are for EXCLUSIVE USE in your pretty little hole. You'll enjoy a non-rushed 2+ hour evening in Mistress's company for dressing, hair and makeup that you will never forget!

Mistress Cooks...Adult 'Crisp Rice Cereal Treat' squares

Hello readers; today's adult content has very little to do with sex and everything to do with food & 'herbs'. I have recently become a convert to the use of a vaporiser in order to extract cannabinols & cannabinoids from marijuana.  I like the vaporiser because you don't negate the health benefits of the cannabis by turning it into a carcinogenic substance! I had also heard that the leftover vaporised weed, or 'vapor poo', could be used to produce high grade 'budder'. Well, dear readers, I can confirm that to be extremely accurate information, and wow are my hands big...

Here's what I did.

1. I melted 2 sticks of butter at a very low temperature on the stove. 
2. I poured about 10 grams of vaporised weed into the melted butter. 
3. I let the vape and the butter simmer together for 2 hours. 
4. I poured the butter mixture through my finest sieve. After I scraped all the gunk out of the saucepan, I pressed it through the sieve to extract as much butter as possible. The resulting budder was a deep greenish colour. 
5. I melted the rest of the butter on medium into a bigger deeper pot. I poured the budder in and whisked the two together. 
6. I turned up the heat and started adding marshmallows. I stirred constantly until I had a good consistency of marshmallow/budder mixture. Then I started pouring in the Crisp Rice Cereal. Once I had it all stirred together, I pressed it into the pan.

I've  eaten about 2 squares and I have had a goofy grin on My face for about an hour. As an added bonus, absolutely nothing hurts! Concentrating hard enough to write this was daunting; I'm going to assume 'couchlock' position now...

From the Mailbag: A Blogworthy Boy!l

Mommy caught him looking through her laundry for panties and she is very angry he would be so bad. He will get a very hard bare bottom spanking over her knee for sure, and then mommy has another punishment. Since her boy is so obsessed with dirty panties, mommy is going to make him clean them for her. Mommy has several pairs of dirty panties, and the boy will have to lick the gussets clean to her satisfaction, while she spanks or paddles or straps or slippers him until he is done. Safe and sane, good looking young man. Respectful and clean. Cute, smooth, waxed bottom. Can take a hard spanking.

Sound good?

Sounds divine, I thought. So I read it again. Still sounded great. I got dressed up, did My hair and makeup. I had done a really thorough job of conditioning it earlier, so it was so soft it would hardly hold a curl once I was done winding it around the extremely hot curling iron! I did manage to get some MILFworthy curls, donned My boots and went to the office to wait for the young gentleman in question to arrive. When I heard the doorbell, I went to the door to greet him, not knowing what I might find...hardly expecting to feel like I'd won the Domestic Domme lottery. Standing outside the door was ...a blogworthy boy.

This 'good looking' young man was incredibly handsome, presentable and articulate; Mistress appreciates all boys, but when they are smart AND pretty? It is such a bonus. The chocolate sprinkles on the hazelnut buttercream on the mocha cake was that he was devoted to spanking and willing to take more than was comfortable because his freshly-waxed bottom was 'crazy sensitive' (I am sure he was thinking about Me all the way home!). He was incredibly devoted to the roleplay, and that made it all so much fun. As a better writer than me said "It's so much more fun when everybody commits!" When a sudden headache looked like it might spoil O/our fun, we were able to enjoy some time getting to know each other somewhat through some intimate conversation; it's going to make future sessions so much more interesting.

Being Beautiful

I am beautiful.

I tell Myself this dozens of times a day, because Society constantly conspires to tell Me that I can't be. After all, I am over 40 and bigger than a size 2! However, I stopped trying to stuff Myself into a societal pigeonhole some time ago, and I determined that beauty was a state of being, not just how I looked. When I am presenting Myself to the world, I do so with the attitude in my mind and my heart that I am beautiful, and being dressed to the nines and in full makeup does the same thing for me that putting an oil painting into a stunning frame does for a landscape. It showcases it so the world can see its beauty for themselves. Sometimes I see other women in the grocery store, and I recognise Myself in them. Tired, overweight, unhappy; careless in their appearance because it is so much easier. It doesn't have to be, and it doesn't have to be an onerous task. I can do my face in under 10 minutes and feel so much better about Myself, and it takes minimal effort.

MY favourite new beauty product is the BB creams that are sweeping into the marketplace, and I understand why...This single product is a foundation, sunscreen, primer, and all kinds of things rolled into one. If My face is a canvass, then this BB cream is the Gesso that preps it to create the masterpiece. Because I am concerned about under-eye circles and how thin My lips are, I always use just a little cover-up under My eyes and over My natural lip line. The BB cream brand I use currently is called "CathyCat'; it's imported from Korea. I swear it's why Korean women all have such beautiful skin! Now I have flawless looking skin, there are only 3 things I need to do; eyes, cheeks, lips.

I don't bother with full eye makeup for daytime usually, unless I am preparing for a visitor. Otherwise, it's just   mascara and eyebrow pencil; what could be easier?  The hardest part is the eyeliner, because I am getting shortsighted. I have to stand closer to the mirror to do the deep black eyeline look I love. Having the right liquid eyeliner product helps. The L'Oreal eyeliner I use has quite a long thin brush, so I can get the line right in three stages. First, I lay the line from the middle of My eyelid to the outer corner. Then, I reverse the brush and go towards the very inner edge with the thinnest line I can get. Finally, I wing out the outer edge to emphasise the almond cats'eye effect. On My cheeks, I use a little MAC creme blush right on the 'apples'. That takes 30 seconds, but it brightens Me right up. For lips, I use a lipliner slightly outside My natural lipline. After I fill that in, I use a lipstick in the same colour family all over. Done!

 And when it takes Me under 10 minutes to look this good, why would I skip it?

From the Mailbag

Mistress loves boys (and GIRLS!) with manners. Imagine how delighted I am to receive emails like this from a submissive!

Mistress Erica

A look at my ass confirms what i felt throughout our session
a Mistress who knows how to wield her implements

i had a lot of fun with You
you are so open and friendly

love Your body and i must say
you certainly know how to use it for the benefit of both including your slave for the day

i am glad that i passed your test and am able to returnwhich no doubt i will

It's like a poem, isn't it? I made quite a work of art of his ass. With no need to worry about leaving marks, I went to town. After several swats with My hand, I quickly realised that this spanking was going to be epic. I used my PingPong paddle, I used Mr. Spanky the paddle with leather on one face and faux fur on the other. After thoroughly warming his ass with both of those until it was dark red, I moved on to some beautiful purple welts, courtesy of My purple riding crop. The finishing touch of his thorough ass warming though, was My leather flogger. I could still see the marks an hour later; I am certain he is still admiring them now. He will thinking of Me for some time, at least when he sits down.

Mistress Erica's Academy: (4 of....?)

Chapter 4 : A Delicious Agony

At the top of the stairs, I paused briefly in a moment of uncharacteristic indecision. Should I take Charlotte to the school room, the playroom, or should I take her straight to my bedroom? While I considered the delightfully kinky permutations of each possibility, I pulled the beautiful and willing Charlotte into my arms again. I crushed her ripe naked breasts to my crisp white shirt and grasped her nape tightly while my tongue invaded her sweet mouth. My other hand pulled her ass to me; I pushed one knee between both of hers to get at every inch of her I could.  As I moved my left hand around to slide deeply between her thighs, I decided. The schoolroom and the playroom could wait. I wanted Charlotte in my arms, in my bed.

As I pulled away from the kiss, Charlotte was trembling with excitement. Her hand was warm in mine as I led her down the hallway to my bedroom. I mounted the two small steps up to the door, and as I took the handle in my left hand, I gave Charlotte a silent, questioning look, as if to seek her consent one last time before we sealed our agreement, as it were. In answer, she pressed her hand and mine against her pubic mound, hard. I could feel the hot wetness of her, the need to give herself to me again. Without another word, I led her through the door and to my kingsize bed. The frame featured a large raised platform with a number of drawers that contained all of my favourite and carefully collected implements, toys, restraints and other goodies for naughty sluts and good submissives one and all. I led Charlotte to the side of the bed where my Great Chair sat. I dropped her hand and crossed to my chair and sat down.

“Welcome to your first formal lesson in submission, Charlotte. When We are in this room, when I am in this chair, We will observe a very formal protocol. I expect you to respond when you are spoken to with only Yes, Mistress; No, Mistress or I don’t know, Mistress. Is that understood, Charlotte?” I said in a pleasant but firm tone.

“Oh, yes Mistress!” Charlotte was eager to please, as I had known she would be.

“Good girl, Charlotte. Please come here and kneel for Me.” I beckoned to her, and showed her the pillow I had placed beside my chair for her. She sank gracefully onto her knees as I sat pulling on My long leather gloves. I had several such pairs, and I was very fond of them. They showed off my lovely hands and fingers as an added bonus to making a spanking really sting.

“You have done well so far, and I know you have much more in you to give me, don’t you slut?”

Charlotte looked at Me with eyes so dark with lust they appeared black.

“Yes, Mistress”, she said hoarsely. Her hands clasped her thighs, her nipples looked like raspberries and her lips were full and wet. She was breathing rapidly, and her skin was beginning to take on a slight sheen from the thin film of sweat breaking out on her breasts. Time to change things up just a little, then....

“Do you like My boots, Charlotte?” I asked, as I knew she had admired them for some time.

“Yes Mistress, I do! I love your boots...” and she dropped her eyes to study them as they sat before her on the floor of My bedroom.

“Then, Charlotte, I would like you to kiss My boots,’ I ordered her, and without warning, I pushed her beautiful face to the floor, inches from the toe of my left boot. She managed to land gracefully enough, and she tentatively pressed her lips to the edge of my toe.

“Charlotte! I said, KISS my boots!” I said crossly, and she immediately reacted by darting her tongue out and swirling it across the top of my boot, sucking on the soft black leather....an interesting development to be sure. Filing that away for later, I reached down and grabbed her ponytail rather harshly. I pulled her back into a kneeling position.

“Hands behind your back.  Cup each elbow with the opposite hand.” I directed Charlotte to rise to her feet. “Now, go lie across My bed, on your stomach, and don’t move your hands.” Charlotte rose quickly and did as she had been told. I remained in my chair, seemingly unmoved by the gorgeous site before me. I continued to regard the lovely submissive slut that lay waiting for a single word from me. Suddenly, I frowned.

“Spread your legs, Charlotte...sluts don’t stand with their feet together. That’s an important lesson. I expect you to remember it; there will be a test later. The problem is you won’t know where or when or who is going to test you, so you must be prepared at all times. Now, get your feet apart so that I can see how wet your pussy is.” She wiggled her feet  to shoulders’ width apart, and then wider. Perfect, I thought, gazing at the lovely sight of her sweet wet sex.

“Why Charlotte, I do believe that greedy cunt of yours thinks you deserve to cum again already. Is that correct? Do you want to cum again?” I asked her, standing up but making no move to cross to the bed. “Poor Mistress hasn’t even cum once yet, but the slut thinks she’s entitled to again? What a greedy pussy you have, Charlotte...” I all but purred. 

Charlotte hesitated, unsure for a moment what the correct response should be. After a long second, I heard her whisper.

“Thank you, Mistress.” It was not on the list of responses I had given her, but oh! It pleased Me nonetheless. I crossed to the bed to meet her, and I stood with My booted toes between her naked heels; I felt her pressing her ass back to meet the fabric of my black skirt. I stepped away quickly, unwilling to allow her that contact just yet. I dropped to my knees and slid open a drawer containing some of my favourite paddles. Each deep drawer was lined in lush purple satin. This one contained two different leather paddles, a riding crop and a black leather and suede flogger, among other things. I reached first for the smaller leather paddle.

It was quite a stiff rectangular paddle, shaped and sized nicely for my hand and capable of delivering quite a wallop  Additionally, the back side of the paddle was covered in soft faux fur; suitable for soothing a red behind in between blows. I had been imagining how sweet Charlotte would react to it for some time. There was no time like the present to find out. I swung the paddle down hard across her creamy olive cheeks and watched her jump, clench and squeal.

"Oh! Thank you Mistress!" she choked out. Without giving her much chance to recover, I swung the paddle hard at one inner thigh and then the other. She yelped and whined as she spread her legs wide and thrust her ass out, while her chest pressed hard against my bed. Pleased, I stroked her quivering ass with the soft black fur on the stiff paddle. 

"Good girl, slut! Now hold still...Mistress is going to really warm you up. And I want to hear you after each blow, too. I want to hear you say 'sluts get smacks', do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," she panted. "Sluts get smacks, Mistress!" She yelped again as the first blow landed just on the lower curve of her left ass check. Another blow to the right side followed  rapidly. 

"Tell me, slut. What do sluts get?" I asked Charlotte again as my paddle flashed down across the fullest part of her rapidly reddening ass.

"Oh...God, Mistress...sluts get slaps...SMACKS! Sluts get smacks..." Switching the paddle to my left hand, I gave five sharp slaps to each quivering cheek, getting more and more forceful each time. Charlotte's full cheeks were fiery red and she was drawing deep shuddering breaths to avoid crying out. Her fists clenched against the satin duvet cover beneath her slender fingers.
I rested my hand on her bright red ass and caressed it gently before sliding my hand beneath her. My fingers traced a path across the fullness of her hipbone as she fought the urge to squirm like a cat beneath my hand. When I found the slick wetness at her core, she moaned and tossed her head while my fingers sought her tight hot hole.

"Naughty girl,  Charlotte. I do believe that all of this spanking is making...you...WET!" My fingers found her opening and plunged deep inside her while my thumb stroked relentlessly at her throbbing clit. She was panting hard, shaking deeply as she fought against the demands my hand made of her pussy. 

"Yes, Mistress, please, Mistress, " Charlotte begged me. "I'm sorry Mistress, I'll be good. I'll be your good slut, just please let me cum!" Writhing, she nearly sobbed as her pussy soaked my hand. Abruptly, I withdrew it, and she keened in regret for a moment then lay shuddering on the bed. I leaned down across her body and placed my lips against the back of her neck. She arched against my mouth, trying to lure my lips to hers. Firmly I grasped her chin in my hands and forced her mouth to mine. I drove my tongue between those full lips and invaded her wet mouth. Over and over I made Charlotte take my tongue between her full lips, my fingers gripped in the thick hair at the base of her skull. Her reddened ass thrust upwards as she waited for another blow to fall, but I was done with spanking Charlotte...for now. 

'You've done well, slut. Let Mistress reward you," I urged Charlotte softly, as I removed my white shirtwaist to reveal the scraps of not quite coral lace and satin cupping my breasts. I stepped out of my black skirt and left my stockings and boots in place. I slid my upper body under hers, and guided that sweet mouth to my right nipple.

"Worship my breasts, Charlotte," I whispered. She moaned her assent through her busy tongue, licking and swirling around my rock hard nub. I enjoyed the delightful sensation of her teeth, her lips and tongue as she lost herself in pleasing me. She whimpered her disappointment as I pulled her mouth from my breast, only to sigh in pleasure as I lowered my left nipple into her waiting mouth. I used the high heels of my black boots to help me position myself so that my hot wet pussy was inches from the top of Charlotte's head. My knees were spread wide and bent as far back at the knees and hips as I could get them as I got myself into position. Charlotte remained glued to the top of my bed, though her hips pumped in frustration against her denied orgasm. Time she learned the most important lesson a submissive of mine needed to know; Mistress always cums first. I lowered my booted heels across her slender wrists, pinning her in place.

"Now, Charlotte, I want you to show me that you deserve this reward...look at me, slut! I want you to look at that magnificent pussy before you, and beg Me to let you worship it!" Charlotte's big brown eyes were glazed with lust as she looked at the feast before her. My folds were glistening wet from teasing and denying her; spanking and strapping her. It would not take more than a few quick licks to make me cum, but I would make her work for it. The longer I could delay my own orgasm, the more intense it would be for me. The more intense my orgasm, the more pleased I would be with her. It was a beautiful circle really, I thought briefly, before my hands pulled Charlotte's mouth hard against my cunt, and time stopped for a while as I came hard.

Charlotte's mouth lapped at the thick honey pouring from me as I spasmed against her tongue on my clit. Her lips suckled and I shuddered and came again. I was so going to enjoy having Charlotte's mouth and pussy and ass at my every whim for the next six months, I thought, as I floated back down to reality through a massive endorphin rush. However, if I didn't assign her a bedroom soon, I was going to be exhausted much of the time! First though, before I could sleep, I needed to reward my beautiful slut.

Finding My Perfect Sissy Slut

The other day I posted about how I had looked up some of the search terms people had used to find My blog. A few of them really caught My attention in a very good way. As in, the 'I wish you'd left a trail of breadcrumbs I could follow...' kind of caught my attention. One I particularly liked was 'getting to know my fantasy domme'. That meant to Me, that somebody out there feels I am their ideal. Now no matter who you are, that is always going to feel good. I mean, unless your self-esteem is firmly buried in the dirt, you have to LOVE hearing that  in someone else's eyes, you are perfection. That's always good!

So someone out there is creeping My blog to get to know Me, because I represent their fantasy. I guess, turnabout being fair play and all, that perhaps I might expand somewhat on what I am looking for in a submissive or submissives (and before any of the cynical among you pipe up, FATWALLET is not and never has been criteria #1; however, since it's My fantasy, we're going to assume My perfect submissive male desires to see his Mistress groomed and clothed impeccably at all times and so he shops for his Mistress...) So...what is my ideal male/sissy sub? A strong masculine man who needs a stronger woman.

I like my men handsome and masculine and fit; it goes beautifully with the hose and the panties, for Me. It's the sort of man I most enjoy dominating because there is the physical attractiveness component, and then there is the whole juxtaposition of a 'manly man' who craves being at the mercy of a beautiful, glamourous feminine woman.  I love to speak adoringly to a strong handsome helpless sissy; to tell him to wiggle like a slut, moan like a whore, and fuck himself on his Mistress's cock.

If this is NOT the first of My posts you are reading, you have heard Me rhapsodize about the sissyfuck. I love being in complete control of a sub, between his legs while he lies at My mercy be it on his back or on his stomach. Obviously a male sub that desires to please Me will be required to present his sissyhole to Me whenever I demand it. I like to play gently with My toys, especially in the initial stages; I want to tease and torment you with a single finger at a time, then 2 or 3, while I praise you for being a good boy, a naughty boy, a sissy slut. If you are on your belly, you are gagged; My panties are draped across your nose, hung by your ears, with the delightful wet spot over your mouth. If you are lucky enough l(ike my toad) to have a ball gag to wear, it holds those panties in place on your tongue. On your legs are pretty silky hose; your cock is contained in a lovely silky soft pair of panties of your very own, that you wear just for Me. They leave your juicy firm cheeks exposed so that I can spank, and scratch and bite at the flesh My hands have inflamed. Once I am through spanking your ass, then it's time for the real fun to begin...

Of course, maybe you're not a strong masculine man...maybe you want to crossdress and be pretty for your Mistress. Wouldn't that be sweet? You know I love to dress up, and I love to shop too. I don't have a really close girlfriend to shop and gossip and go for mani/pedis with, and take turns doing each other's makeup. I am quite a talented self-taught makeup artist, you know? I know that there are any number of you sissies out there who would love to have a pretty Mistress show you how to really show yourself off from the lingerie out! I think it would be absolutely delightful to help you dress yourself up in your prettiest panties and hose; I even have a large walk-in closet to keep your things in, should you be so lucky. After I help you with your hair and makeup, maybe Wwe can go enjoy a nice quiet dessert or coffee (since I don't drink alcohol) before We return to My bedroom for some lovely sissy fun...

Your Perfect Fantasy Domme...

Here I am...Mistress Erica through Partner's eyes

When We first moved into this house, the lamp in the backyard was there, but it didn't work. It also had white lightbulbs in it. When Partner decided he was going to make it work, he rewired it completely. Once he had it working, the first improvement he had to make was the red lightbulbs. That was over a year before I began my current profession; it was a really silly joke then to do with Amsterdam, but not to do with Me!

I have been an avid photographer for a very long time; I have never been able to interest Partner in learning how to use it...until now. I have given him a subject he is interested in photographing; Me! Apparently, he has some aptitude for erotic photography; after all, it is a subject He has been studying since the early 1970s.  Now all we have to do is get him to blunt his tongue when He sees a picture He feels is less than flattering;

"Oh, you can't use that one...look at the ugly face you're making"

*SMACK!*