Outings with your Mistress

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

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

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

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

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...

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.

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....

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.