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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

When She Lets him Turn the Tables; or, Sometimes We Flip a Coin...

Sometimes, a domme just wants to be dommed. 

"Nothing on tv worth watching," he said, "I'm going to go watch porn. You, get upstairs."

OOH! That sounded authoritarian, thought Elspeth. I'd better scoot!  I guess it's a switch night...lucky me! 

To tell the truth, she had been not-too-subtly guiding him in that direction for days.  While she was generally speaking Dominant, there was a very deep submissive streak within her that needed to be exercised (or was it exorcised, she sometimes wondered) from time to time. When it did, she would find ways to suggest to him that her needs were becoming overwhelming; the stress was becoming too much. Real life was taking its toll, and she had to escape it; she had to lose Herself inside that space where she was at once infinitely small and infinitely large in the universe. To get so lost in 'subspace' that she could surrender completely to His will...even thinking about getting there got Elspeth wet.

She started suggesting to her husband that perhaps she'd not leave such a mess on the counter tops if she were spanked more often. Later, she'd suggest regular spankings for her as a means of correcting another habit of hers that he found annoying. By Wednesday evening, she'd clearly gotten her point across. Her husband was ordering her upstairs to get ready to fuck, and nothing else! She practically sprinted for the stairs. She barely paused on her way through the bedroom on her way to the tall glassed-in shower at the end of her bathroom. She turned up the shower and jumped in quickly; she conditioned her hair and shaved her now-soaking wet pussy completely smooth. After a brisk toweling off, she went back to the bed and tried to decide how best to present herself so that he couldn't possibly fail to misread what she wanted. After a few moments, she had it.

Elspeth leaned across the middle of their tall oak bed; in her bare feet, it was almost hip-high. The perfect height, she thought, for me to lay across. She clasped her hands above her head on the bed, and spread her feet wide. She balanced enticingly on her tiptoes as she heard Him enter the bedroom.

"Ahhhh, all ready for me, I see, " her husband drawled as he patted her ass, "Good girl. Now, turn over and lift your knees." She couldn't help but feel disappointed. Was He just up for a quick suck and fuck? Luckily, her man had other plans.

As she rolled onto her back and struggled not to look disappointed, Elspeth saw her husband flip open the lid to the Toy chest. She watched as He removed a black leather restraint belt, cuffs and a long piece of chain.  That's a surprise! Elspeth thought, and in immediate response, her pussy grew even wetter than before. "It's a wonder I'm not drooling, she marveled.

"Stand up," her husband ordered, smiling. "Let's get this on you. Put these on," and He handed her the locking leather ankle cuffs while He fastened the restraint belt around her waist. She felt the weight of it settle around her, the cuffs around her ankles making her feel more grounded already. As she fastened the second cuff, he showed her the next surprise: a long length of chain.  After a moment's thought, he threaded it through a single ring on the belt, then fastened each end to an ankle. She could only imagine what she might look like; legs spread wide, ankles cuffed in black leather, with her cunt on display for the world to see.

"Wouldn't you love me to display you like that sometime?" he asked her quietly. Mutely, she nodded. She could not trust herself to speak. "Then I will...but you know, don't you that ONLY REALLY NAUGHTY GIRLS LIKE THAT."

To be continued...?

Mailbox

(Hee hee...another word with 'box' in it...)

Good morning fellow perverts!

Every morning, with my first cup of the fluid of life (not THAT fluid; coffee!!), I check My email. If I have a request for an appointment, I would rather know first thing than an hour past when a new applicant is desiring to serve. This morning, finding nothing in my Inbox, I was disappointed. My favourite pet is out of town and has been neglecting Me of late (and he will get a ferocious spanking over My knee when I see him next!!!), and I need to expand my clientele of regulars to make up for the Time Wasting Wankers. Out of the blue, I thought "I wonder if there's anything in my Spam box (hee hee!)". Sure enough, 5 emails that I would have missed had I not checked! As a bonus, at least 3 of them were written by supplicants kinky enough to make Me wet when I read them!

You see, I really do enjoy what I do. I don't need to be PHYSICALLY turned on by a patron to ensure that  both parties have a really good time, but there does have to be something I can connect to. (Kinksters get that of course. The guys that send Me pictures of their dicks, not so much.) So what turns me on in an email request?

I would love to worship Your pussy
I want You to abuse me
I want to be with an older woman; can You help me?
Will You make me your little sissy?

Why yes. Yes I will.

Spanky spank spank

I hate to say it, but sometimes Madonna just nails it; "nothing like a good spanky!".

Spankings are something that I enjoy giving a great deal as a Domme. When I have a brand new patron visit, I like to begin with an over the knee spanking. Ever since My toad gave Me my boots, I always wear them during a spanking. I position Myself in my oak dining room chair that sits alongside My bed. I put them across My knees so I can spank with My right hand (it's stronger). After a good working over with My hand, I like to switch to a paddle so I can spank harder. You see, I bruise quite easily, and if I hit as hard as I like to with My bare hand, I wind up black and blue across My palms and fingers. Not only is it painful, and hard to explain, but it impairs My ability to really set Myself free on the next victim...errr, patron.
I enjoy building the 'layers' of redness, and of discomfort, and when I can hear your soft whimpers, and I know you are giving up your tears, that gives Me pleasure.

Of course, I understand first hand (ha!) the joys of a really good thunderous ass-warming spanking though. Not long before I began this journey into the oldest profession, I made a serious error in judgement in My personal life and I had to confess it to My partner. Part of My repentance was to submit to Him, and I did so gladly. I was told I would need to undress and present myself across His knee. He sat in His leather armchair, and I draped myself across his lap. This was uncharted territory for both of us. He had never spanked me before: I had learned that I craved the sensation of a hard hand on my soft ass from someone else. He spanked me, HARD: He held me braced so I could not move away, and so I was able to relax and enjoy the incredibly intense spanking he administered. When He told me to get upstairs on the bed, I ran! He took the riding crop to My ass, and when I squealed for a safeword, He told me I did not deserve one for my foolishness. I knew then that it had been foolish of me not to trust HIM, and that He knew my limits at least as well as I did. Though it felt as though my ass was being peeled at the time, and I cried and I moaned and I begged him to fuck me and forgive me, He left not a single welt or weal or bruise. As we lay together after, and I felt the delicious langour in my arms and legs, my mind was clear and my thoughts were bright and brilliant. I felt reborn and forgiven. It was glorious.

How do you feel, gentle perverts, after giving or receiving a really good spanking?