Lessons Learned

So I had several lovely visitors this week, including a nice two hour visit last night with a young man with an affinity for all things female and feminine. He requested that I dress in a very particular sexy fashion, with lingerie, etc. He was looking for a classic Mrs. Robinshon experience (for those of you reading this that haven't seen THE GRADUATE, shame on you! OK...think "Stiffler's Mom": she's another role model of Mine.) I dressed to the nines for him in My black patent Mary Janes (by Nine West, My preferred designer shoe brand),  My black & white polka dot dress and black lingerie and stockings. In short, I wore this...

In the last email before his arrival, I asked him to pick up something nice for massage, as I thought it would be delightful to let him enjoy massaging My round ripe curves! He said he had an idea of something that would really feel nice on My skin and was organic, edible & natural; good for what ails us! I thought it sounded like a terrific way to spend a Thursday night, and told him so.

When he arrived, he'd brought a nice bottle of merlot for himself, and we headed upstairs to get acquainted. During our conversation, he showed me this miracle cure-all; a jar of organic coconut oil. Now, it seems like everywhere I go lately, someone is touting the virtues of coconut oil: eating it, washing their hair and face with it, etc. So, I thought, might feel really great on My skin! What could it hurt, right?  After all, I do have a chronic skin issue.

My chronic skin issue is due to a medication I have to take.  Apparently, the rest of you can't handle Me  when I don't...LOL So stopping it is not an option. It is a NON CONTAGIOUS fungal skin infection called tinea versicolor that discolours My skin in sort of a cheetah spot pattern...but when the spots get inflamed and red they get itchy, and if the organism in My system gets out of control, only an oral antifungal will knock it down. It's like a COMPLETELY NONCONTAGIOUS yeast infection in My epidermis! So as it turns out, drenching Me from head to toe in coconut oil will make My skin feel fantastic, but if I do not shower it off ALMOST immediately, I become ONE GIANT ITCHY RED BLOB! It turns out, leaving the oil to soak into My skin overnight to let it soften was a really BAD idea! Now, if anyone would like to drop by tonight with an antihistamine.....

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 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.

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.

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?