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...
Monday, 3 June 2013
Saturday, 1 June 2013
Your Perfect Fantasy Domme...
Here I am...Mistress Erica through Partner's eyes
When We first moved into this house, the lamp in the backyard was there, but it didn't work. It also had white lightbulbs in it. When Partner decided he was going to make it work, he rewired it completely. Once he had it working, the first improvement he had to make was the red lightbulbs. That was over a year before I began my current profession; it was a really silly joke then to do with Amsterdam, but not to do with Me!
I have been an avid photographer for a very long time; I have never been able to interest Partner in learning how to use it...until now. I have given him a subject he is interested in photographing; Me! Apparently, he has some aptitude for erotic photography; after all, it is a subject He has been studying since the early 1970s. Now all we have to do is get him to blunt his tongue when He sees a picture He feels is less than flattering;
"Oh, you can't use that one...look at the ugly face you're making"
*SMACK!*
When We first moved into this house, the lamp in the backyard was there, but it didn't work. It also had white lightbulbs in it. When Partner decided he was going to make it work, he rewired it completely. Once he had it working, the first improvement he had to make was the red lightbulbs. That was over a year before I began my current profession; it was a really silly joke then to do with Amsterdam, but not to do with Me!
I have been an avid photographer for a very long time; I have never been able to interest Partner in learning how to use it...until now. I have given him a subject he is interested in photographing; Me! Apparently, he has some aptitude for erotic photography; after all, it is a subject He has been studying since the early 1970s. Now all we have to do is get him to blunt his tongue when He sees a picture He feels is less than flattering;
"Oh, you can't use that one...look at the ugly face you're making"
*SMACK!*
Friday, 31 May 2013
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.
Thursday, 30 May 2013
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!)
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!)
Wednesday, 29 May 2013
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.
"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.
Monday, 27 May 2013
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.
Sunday, 26 May 2013
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?
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.
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.
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