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.

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.

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

Chapter 4 : A Delicious Agony

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finding My Perfect Sissy Slut

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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?