Your Call Will Be Terminated

If you ask Me "it's not possible to book a half hour visit?" after having read My website and My ads, your call will be terminated.

If you ask Me to give you a complete visual description of the outfit I'll be wearing, your call will be terminated.

If you ask Me "there's no exception to that rule?" about ANY of my restrictions/rules, your call will be terminated.

If you are rude or crude, your call will be terminated.

If I don't like your attitude, your call will be terminated.

His Instructions to the slut

 will arrive around 8:30.

You will, of course, be squeaky clean.

You will have a butt plug inserted where butt plugs are meant to go.  You will use nothing but your own spit to get it into place.  No artificial smells or tastes are wanted around your ass.  

You will have your five favorite toys lined up on the floor.  One of them must be an instrument to strike you with if you displease.

You will have a candle burning or ready to be lit.

You will have a joint ready for me and I may share if you have done everything else correctly.

Is that all clear?

It promised to be an interesting night.

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 (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.

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...

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....

The Rules

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

Sometimes, a domme just wants to be dommed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...?

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.

Musings of a Mistress

I imagine that as One becomes more and more aware of and interested in BDSM, it is usual that one of two things happen. Either One becomes overwhelmed and runs back to the safety of the heteronormative (vanilla) world, or One takes a deep breath and plunges in headlong. Despite My desires to rush headlong into everything, all the time, I am learning that I must stick in a toe and test the waters first sometimes. Lately, I have been devoting some thought to advertising for a service submissive, and possibly even a sissy submissive willing to give himself, in chastity, to Me 24/7. My Partner and I live in a really lovely house, and I am the first to admit that although I am a woman of many talents, housework has never been one of them. My Partner is much better at it, but he's such an alpha male that a) he's not sissification material and b) housework really is beneath him despite his talent for it. Likewise, I have some very lovely clothes but they'd look much better if someone took the time to launder and iron/fold them carefully and put them away.

I enjoy cooking, and I enjoy grocery shopping (really!), but I am always more creative in the kitchen when I have a souschef cleaning up behind Me as I go, doing dishes, washing bowls & utensils, and serving at the table. I also love having a nice looking garden, and I am really good at the planning, but it hardly befits Me to be on My knees in the gravel beds pulling dandelions, does it? Our backyard is nice and private for about 6 months of the year when all the trees are in full leaf. I can visualize My Partner and Myself out on the deck, in the shade of the trees, while My submissive sweats for My pleasure. After all, I do take pleasure from surrounding Myself with beautiful things. Once the yardwork is complete, I'd send My sub to his bathroom to clean himself up and put on his cage for Me. By then, I think I might be ready to reward him by allowing to lick Me to orgasm once or twice. In my vanilla life, I always preferred to have a partner go down on Me; only recently am I a convert to Queening. I think it's part of the same evolution of kink. I love that I can, because of My rather unique physiognomy, I can hold My pussy over an inch above my sub's lips and still have my inner lips touch his (or, it must be said, hers, but for the minute,we're talking sissybois.) I love to tell them "Don't lick, just sniff it. Open your mouth and sniff it like the dog you are."

Oh, My....I have a guest arrriving soon....a hot young stud who wants to fuck Me because I look like his ex-gf's mom, and I do the things that girls his own age don't. He's going to find me hot, wet and delicious.

Outfit of the day: My favourite Nine West booties, black stockings, deep coral bra & garters.

Kisses
Mistress E.

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?

A Career is Getting Paid to do Something You Love

I love what I do; furthermore, I'm good at it.

I am an 'Erotic Services Provider'; an independent escort. Call Me a whore, if you like; I don't find it offensive. I admit, though, I prefer to think of Myself as a courtesan. I cater each and every patron's visit to his tastes, as long as it doesn't violate the rule of SAFE SANE CONSENSUAL or My hard limits. I am able to take my sexual pleasure at the hands of others. Does it matter if I don't find them physically attractive? Not as long as there is something that serves to intrigue Me. This afternoon, my patron was rather a Santa Claus type, quite a lot older, some medical concerns, but he enjoys spending time with Erica, his dirty little secret, and I am ok with that. I think that's part of why I gravitate towards BDSM/KINK: because there's something about a person's MIND that turns Me on.

In case you're wondering what else turns me on, here's a quick list;

• restraints; specifically, cuffs and collars
• spankings
• My black boots (thank you to my favourite sub slut)
• pretty lingerie & sexy shoes
• having My neck & face stroked
• seeing My handprint on your ass
• my riding crop, paddle and flogger (I wish I hadn't lost My strap!)
• chilly stainless steel toys
• nipple clips
• a sissy over my knee wearing a pair of My panties, or panties that match Mine
• being worshiped
• PEGGING
• BEGGING
• a submissive in tears
• the words 'not yet' in response to the question "May I cum?"

Mistress Erica's FAQ Goes Up to Eleven *UPDATED*

Here are some questions I get in email requests. I might as well just spit them out, hmmm?

1. What are your rates? What's the tribute? What's the required donation?
2. I don't want that domme stuff, just good old fashioned sex. Do you provide that?
3. Would you accept...?
4. Do you take Visa/Mastercard?
5. Do you offer bareback/greek (anal)?
6. Will you smother me until I pass out?
7. Do you offer outcall services?
8. I want to make you my sextoy where you submit to me. Interested?
9. Do you like role play?
10. Can I have some free pictures?
11. What are your restrictions/ hard limits?

What are your rates/tribute/donation? UPDATED!! (AGAIN!)

If you are looking for FULL SERVICE domination/girlfriend experience with a release at the end of the hour, you're required to make a $200 cash donation. If you want a full hour without the full service, it's $200.
I don't generally book sessions under an hour: good things take time. If you want more than an hour, add $100/hr. So a three hour session is a really great value, and excellent if you are looking to build a rapport for ongoing sessions.

I don't want that domme stuff, just good old fashioned sex. Do you provide that?

Of course I do; it's called a Girlfriend Experience. If it's your fantasy that I am your old high school teacher, or your Mommy, even your boss, you can change the name if you like and call it roleplay.
  
 Would you accept...$?

Ask the waitress at the bar if she'll take $2 for that beer. Inquire if you can pay $6.50 for that package of cigarettes.
If you have something I am interested in, like silver investment coins or bars, we can discuss barter. If you have PayPal, I can invoice you AHEAD OF TIME. (Yes, really.)

 Do you take Visa/Mastercard?

Yes, actually. You can use credit cards to pay for a service by requesting a PayPal invoice. Once I have a confirmed payment email and I have ensured the payment cannot be canceled, we'll have fun.

Do you offer bareback/greek (anal)?

I don't offer bareback anything. Safety first, kiddos! I offer anal and I enjoy it too, but not without condoms. And lube. Plenty of lube.

Will you smother me until I pass out?

I don't do anything that doesn't fall within the guidelines of SAFE, SANE & CONSENSUAL.  If I am sitting on your face, you might feel as though you are about to pass out, but I REALLY don't want to have to explain to your wife why you died, chained naked to my bed, so don't ask me to. If you are into light breath play, it's negotiable.

Do you offer outcall services?

Not even once.




I want to make you my sextoy where you submit to me. Interested? (UPDATED)



I don't switch. Ever. If you don't want to be dommed, you can still have a Girlfriend/MILF/roleplay experience, as long as it doesn't involve ME submitting to you. It means something serious to me, and it's not something I play with. Anyone who has any real BDSM experience ought to get that. That's a line I don't cross. Don't ask.

Well then, can I spank you?

Ask Me again after you've seen Me once or twice.

 Do you like role play?

That ought to be obvious by now, shouldn't it? I have plenty of ideas and scenarios; props and costumes required? If you like spankings and you have an Implement of Choice, bring it or buy it for Me...I'm pretty open-minded and  unshockable. I also have a large walk-in closet for all of my darling secret CDs out there.

Can I have some free pictures?

Undoubtedly, if you know where to look.

What are your restrictions/hard limits?

• no minors, no animals, no scat, no blood, no bareback, no outcalls
• you don't get to cum in My mouth or on My face
• you do not get to dominate Me
• no alcohol is permitted at My location without My knowledge
• minimum appointment is 60 minutes