Like any hotblooded woman, I adore being given gifts! There is nothing that makes a woman feel more worshiped, really, than an unasked-for gift of some of her favourite things, thoughtfully chosen. Your domme is no different! Submissives bearing gifts always get favoured treatment. How that might unfold, I can't say, but it will definitely help to set a bond. As I have said numerous times, I really would enjoy having enough regular $ubmissives that I no longer need to advertise daily, but I can set up My own website with my pictures, etc. and get any additional clientele that way. On my way there though, I have to be pragmatic. Keeping myself looking good for each and every client takes time and money. So there's that; quality lingerie is expensive, and so are stockings, quality makeup and a good hairdresser.
When you give a gift, in addition to a donation; it's like leaving a nice tip for your favourite server at the golf club, or sliding the valet an extra $10 to put your car in a good spot where no one is going to ding your doors. I believe that I am providing you with a service, am I not? If you appreciate genuine service, why not consider a gratuity in the form of a small gift? Patrons, be they submissive sissy panty sluts or plain old hetero guys that just want to bang a hot redheaded MILF, always get special attention when they arrive bearing gifts! (Don't they, toad?) For example, if you wish for Me to maintain a D/s relationship with you via email or text, you had best set your mind to what special gifts might please Me.
As the aforementioned toad knows well, I adore good chocolate. Pretty much anything from HERE will satisfy your Mistress if it is dark chocolate containing no coconut and no alcoholic flavourings. I gave up alcohol in the 1990s; this is no time to start re-imagining how yummy some of it tastes until I get too drunk to care what it tastes like...Since I also have no wish to be on the other side of 200 pounds again EVER, I must also exercise self-control where fattening things are concerned, so best not to indulge too often in chocolates! Fortunately, there are lots of other things I am fond of, and most of them can be purchased with gift cards!
I like gift cards, because they allow Me to indulge My own tastes without you having to guess what I like! If you bring me a gift card from LaSensa, La Vie En Rose, or Victoria's Secret, I will be sure to purchase something pretty to wear during O/our next encounter. If you're a secret panty slut, so much the better! I can buy something pretty for Myself and then a pair of pretty silky frilly pink panties for you to wear while you are pleasuring Me! I am also a music lover with very eclectic tastes, so iTunes cards are always appreciated too! Before I see every client, I shower and prepare with products from Bath and Bodyworks. My favourite fragrances are Midnight Pomegranate and Sweet Pea; those scents are sure to score you 'good boy' points, and Mistress does appreciate a good boy!
EDIT: OH HONEY! Honey Gifts an AMAZING WEBSITE has incredible lingerie, toys, etc. They ship free, and if you wish to purchase a lingerie item for yourself as well as one for your Mistress, you can arrange to have it shipped directly to My home. It might be hard to explain away otherwise! ;-D
Sunday, 26 May 2013
Monday, 20 May 2013
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.
Tuesday, 14 May 2013
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...
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...
Monday, 13 May 2013
Food for Thought, pt. 1
I think a lot about food.
I think I am finally able to be more confident about some of my more sensualist tendencies (ok, ok, they're kinks and fetishes!) including that I sometimes enjoy combining really delicious tastes and textures with my fondling, kissing and teasing. Yes. I went there.
Last weekend, I told my pet toad to bring me really good chocolates. They had to be dark chocolates, no coconut, no alcoholic flavourings. He hit the nail on the head with dark chocolate coated Himalayan sea salt caramels. Mistress was pleased. It was delightful to curl up against him, post-orgasm, and eat chocolates, while he held me with his single free arm. It was delightfully indolent. And the caramels were delectable too.
(For those of you familiar with my hometown, they come in that delightful purple and gold wrapper...)
I like to enjoy good food. I'd like to say that's how I got fat, but that's not it, and that isn't a story I feel like telling here and now. Right now, I'm trying to say something positive about eating healthy (which is really what I did to go from a size 24 to a 12...) and how eating healthy fuels how I feel about every aspect of Myself. Since I have spent a lot of time over the past week thinking about "How do I want to be seen as a domme?", I thought I would post some of the tips I used to get healthy and active and ALIVE at 45 years of age. I would like to have My submissives view Me as someone who is helping them to express their sexuality in a judgement free atmosphere, and who is also helping to coach, train, mentor and improve them, just as a truly devoted submissive is a learning tool for a good Dominant. A muse, as it were. So, here is the first in a series of posts about food, nutrition, diet, etc.
I think a big reason I always lose so much weight in the summer months is the prevalence in my local markets of cheap watermelon at this time of year. I can buy a whole seedless watermelon for $5, then let it sit at room temperature for a few days. This helps the watermelon to finish the process of converting sunlight into sugar, and the result is a much sweeter melon. If you like, you can even ripen one on the counter, then put it into a cool dry place (garage? basement?) for a few days before you take the next step.
I hate eating watermelon. It's messy and inelegant: spoils my makeup right down my face! When I first met Partner, he introduced me to the idea of watermelon mining. He likes to take a big wedge shaped piece and eat it with a spoon, scooping out a section at a time until all that is left is the ripest reddest flesh. (The center meat of the watermelon, where all those concentrated sugar juices are the richest.) Watermelon is excellent for helping flush out all those toxins in the system. There are healthy sugars too: it is sweet enough to curb Partner's diabetic sweet tooth cravings in a much healthier way than chocolate, cookies or anything else he might want. Better, but still messy. Here's what I like to do:
I cut the bottom end off first. Then the top. Then I carve away all the rind, plus any of the bitter white pith. Finally, I slice it vertically, horizontally, and pile it into a large container in the fridge. I have all the watermelon chunks I want for 2 days or so. Then I put another one into the garage!
I think I am finally able to be more confident about some of my more sensualist tendencies (ok, ok, they're kinks and fetishes!) including that I sometimes enjoy combining really delicious tastes and textures with my fondling, kissing and teasing. Yes. I went there.
Last weekend, I told my pet toad to bring me really good chocolates. They had to be dark chocolates, no coconut, no alcoholic flavourings. He hit the nail on the head with dark chocolate coated Himalayan sea salt caramels. Mistress was pleased. It was delightful to curl up against him, post-orgasm, and eat chocolates, while he held me with his single free arm. It was delightfully indolent. And the caramels were delectable too.
(For those of you familiar with my hometown, they come in that delightful purple and gold wrapper...)
I like to enjoy good food. I'd like to say that's how I got fat, but that's not it, and that isn't a story I feel like telling here and now. Right now, I'm trying to say something positive about eating healthy (which is really what I did to go from a size 24 to a 12...) and how eating healthy fuels how I feel about every aspect of Myself. Since I have spent a lot of time over the past week thinking about "How do I want to be seen as a domme?", I thought I would post some of the tips I used to get healthy and active and ALIVE at 45 years of age. I would like to have My submissives view Me as someone who is helping them to express their sexuality in a judgement free atmosphere, and who is also helping to coach, train, mentor and improve them, just as a truly devoted submissive is a learning tool for a good Dominant. A muse, as it were. So, here is the first in a series of posts about food, nutrition, diet, etc.
I think a big reason I always lose so much weight in the summer months is the prevalence in my local markets of cheap watermelon at this time of year. I can buy a whole seedless watermelon for $5, then let it sit at room temperature for a few days. This helps the watermelon to finish the process of converting sunlight into sugar, and the result is a much sweeter melon. If you like, you can even ripen one on the counter, then put it into a cool dry place (garage? basement?) for a few days before you take the next step.
I hate eating watermelon. It's messy and inelegant: spoils my makeup right down my face! When I first met Partner, he introduced me to the idea of watermelon mining. He likes to take a big wedge shaped piece and eat it with a spoon, scooping out a section at a time until all that is left is the ripest reddest flesh. (The center meat of the watermelon, where all those concentrated sugar juices are the richest.) Watermelon is excellent for helping flush out all those toxins in the system. There are healthy sugars too: it is sweet enough to curb Partner's diabetic sweet tooth cravings in a much healthier way than chocolate, cookies or anything else he might want. Better, but still messy. Here's what I like to do:
Sunday, 12 May 2013
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....
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....
Wednesday, 8 May 2013
His First Mistress
Author's note: this is a continuation/expansion of the story I told in "His Very First". I hope you enjoy it.
There was a moment, even with him kneeling at My feet, where Kyle and I could still pretend that I hadn't just told him that I intended to dominate him, and he hadn't reacted like I'd told him he won a lottery. Then I kissed him.
Once I kissed him, Kyle was lost. His heart, his body and his soul were turned over to Me the minute I sank My teeth lightly into his bottom lip and looked deep into his big blue eyes. I held his lip between my teeth, and bit down ever so slightly harder. He did not pull away; his pupils dilated even as his eyes widened and his upper body melted against My thigh. This was going to be so good.
Kyle's ripe mouth tasted of fresh mint as it opened under Mine. I gripped his face gently between My firm small hands. I pressed My hot wet tongue into his eager mouth. He needed to know that he wasn't kissing Me; I was kissing him. I was taking his mouth with Mine. I alternated long slow strokes of My tongue around his with quick darts in and out of his mouth. I felt his breath catch in his throat and go ragged. As I glanced at him, I saw his hands clench reflexively. He wanted so badly to touch Me, and he was fighting so hard not to. Perhaps there was less training needed here than I first thought, I mused. I broke off the kiss, and Kyle looked up at Me, frowning slightly. Control, I thought, fighting against the desire to simply push Kyle to the floor, drag My skirt up over My hips and...
"Mistress?" the beautiful young man at my knee spoke. His voice was softer than I had ever heard it before. The confident, impudent traveller I'd met eight weeks ago was gone; in his place was this vulnerable, handsome submissive. I simply had to know...
"Kyle." I interrupted with a single finger placed on his mouth to get My point across. "I want your full attention. Are you listening to Me?" I spoke in such a tone Kyle could not speak; he merely nodded for Me to continue. I sat back in My chair and paused to gather my thoughts. When I spoke next, I was aware that Kyle's gaze had not wavered from mine, but he had changed his position. He sat poised on his heels, although he looked somewhat uncomfortable, as though he was finding it difficult to maintain. Fit as he was, that seemed unlikely. More likely, he was beginning to wish he had
"Tell Me. You are so poised, taking this all in stride. Of course," I hurried to say, lest he get the wrong idea, "that delights Me. I am just curious by nature, you know; that's how we came to meet, after all. Where have you learned what you know? Who taught you what to do?" He relaxed slightly, and his smile came back. He was breathtaking when he smiled, I thought fleetingly. I can't wait to see what he looks like when I make Him cry...
"I have educated myself, Mistress Leah," Kyle began. "When I was a young teen, I found a novel in a bookshop about a very interesting villa where some distinctly unusual things went on. There was a young woman who had been taken there for training, to learn to please her Masters. I was fascinated."
As was I. I knew immediately I had been right about Kyle's wants and needs...that he needed to be seduced, taken in hand and trained into the magnificent submissive he was born to be. I leaned forward slightly to encourage him to continue his story.
"After that, I found more books, and magazines, and later, of course, I found all kinds of wonders by doing internet searches for BDSM. But I didn't know what I was looking for until I found Madame Diana. She had an online blog where she wrote about dominating her man completely, and how She set him free by putting him under contract as her submissive. That was when I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be Owned."
I smiled slightly, but inside, I felt as though someone had uncorked a bottle of champagne during a fireworks show on Christmas morning. Kyle would be Mine soon enough, but the boy would be made to feel like he needed to work for it first. Perhaps before I started playing with his beautiful body, I should play with his mind a little, I mused...I stared directly into his earnest blue eyes, and tried to think stern thoughts while my mind raced.
"And is that what you think you deserve, Kyle? To be Owned by Me? To be My submissive?" My tone was clear; this was no idle question.
"Yes, please, Mistress," he replied quietly, eyes locked on Mine.
"If I accept you, Kyle, your training begins in earnest tonight. There will be no hesitating or turning back. You will take My direction in everything. Your purpose will be My pleasure; yours is simply incidental. Your pleasure and pride will come from pleasing Me, whether we are out to dinner, on the beach, or" and I leaned in close, and dropped my voice to its most seductive tones "whether you are bound, naked, aroused and helpless before Me and My riding crop with your lovely tight ass quivering in the air..."
Instantly I saw the lust rush into his face. His pupils were black pools in his wide blue eyes. As I rubbed one thumb against his lower lip, he shuddered uncontrollably and fought to remain still. I knew without even a flick of My eyes to his lap that he would be achingly hard for Me. This was going to be so much fun.
There was a moment, even with him kneeling at My feet, where Kyle and I could still pretend that I hadn't just told him that I intended to dominate him, and he hadn't reacted like I'd told him he won a lottery. Then I kissed him.
Once I kissed him, Kyle was lost. His heart, his body and his soul were turned over to Me the minute I sank My teeth lightly into his bottom lip and looked deep into his big blue eyes. I held his lip between my teeth, and bit down ever so slightly harder. He did not pull away; his pupils dilated even as his eyes widened and his upper body melted against My thigh. This was going to be so good.
Kyle's ripe mouth tasted of fresh mint as it opened under Mine. I gripped his face gently between My firm small hands. I pressed My hot wet tongue into his eager mouth. He needed to know that he wasn't kissing Me; I was kissing him. I was taking his mouth with Mine. I alternated long slow strokes of My tongue around his with quick darts in and out of his mouth. I felt his breath catch in his throat and go ragged. As I glanced at him, I saw his hands clench reflexively. He wanted so badly to touch Me, and he was fighting so hard not to. Perhaps there was less training needed here than I first thought, I mused. I broke off the kiss, and Kyle looked up at Me, frowning slightly. Control, I thought, fighting against the desire to simply push Kyle to the floor, drag My skirt up over My hips and...
"Mistress?" the beautiful young man at my knee spoke. His voice was softer than I had ever heard it before. The confident, impudent traveller I'd met eight weeks ago was gone; in his place was this vulnerable, handsome submissive. I simply had to know...
"Kyle." I interrupted with a single finger placed on his mouth to get My point across. "I want your full attention. Are you listening to Me?" I spoke in such a tone Kyle could not speak; he merely nodded for Me to continue. I sat back in My chair and paused to gather my thoughts. When I spoke next, I was aware that Kyle's gaze had not wavered from mine, but he had changed his position. He sat poised on his heels, although he looked somewhat uncomfortable, as though he was finding it difficult to maintain. Fit as he was, that seemed unlikely. More likely, he was beginning to wish he had
"Tell Me. You are so poised, taking this all in stride. Of course," I hurried to say, lest he get the wrong idea, "that delights Me. I am just curious by nature, you know; that's how we came to meet, after all. Where have you learned what you know? Who taught you what to do?" He relaxed slightly, and his smile came back. He was breathtaking when he smiled, I thought fleetingly. I can't wait to see what he looks like when I make Him cry...
"I have educated myself, Mistress Leah," Kyle began. "When I was a young teen, I found a novel in a bookshop about a very interesting villa where some distinctly unusual things went on. There was a young woman who had been taken there for training, to learn to please her Masters. I was fascinated."
As was I. I knew immediately I had been right about Kyle's wants and needs...that he needed to be seduced, taken in hand and trained into the magnificent submissive he was born to be. I leaned forward slightly to encourage him to continue his story.
"After that, I found more books, and magazines, and later, of course, I found all kinds of wonders by doing internet searches for BDSM. But I didn't know what I was looking for until I found Madame Diana. She had an online blog where she wrote about dominating her man completely, and how She set him free by putting him under contract as her submissive. That was when I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be Owned."
I smiled slightly, but inside, I felt as though someone had uncorked a bottle of champagne during a fireworks show on Christmas morning. Kyle would be Mine soon enough, but the boy would be made to feel like he needed to work for it first. Perhaps before I started playing with his beautiful body, I should play with his mind a little, I mused...I stared directly into his earnest blue eyes, and tried to think stern thoughts while my mind raced.
"And is that what you think you deserve, Kyle? To be Owned by Me? To be My submissive?" My tone was clear; this was no idle question.
"Yes, please, Mistress," he replied quietly, eyes locked on Mine.
"If I accept you, Kyle, your training begins in earnest tonight. There will be no hesitating or turning back. You will take My direction in everything. Your purpose will be My pleasure; yours is simply incidental. Your pleasure and pride will come from pleasing Me, whether we are out to dinner, on the beach, or" and I leaned in close, and dropped my voice to its most seductive tones "whether you are bound, naked, aroused and helpless before Me and My riding crop with your lovely tight ass quivering in the air..."
Instantly I saw the lust rush into his face. His pupils were black pools in his wide blue eyes. As I rubbed one thumb against his lower lip, he shuddered uncontrollably and fought to remain still. I knew without even a flick of My eyes to his lap that he would be achingly hard for Me. This was going to be so much fun.
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
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