My Wild and Wonderful World of Erotic BDSM

  I was kind of pissed off and here's why: I had just finished a sinful Role Play session with My favorite slave.  I'll save the BDSM details for My podcast FEMDOM FRENZY, but since this is for Bedtime Stories I will say that he worshipped My body completely and he feasted on Me with ravenous hunger.  I came with lightning and thunder.   Then just as he was about to leave, he dropped this bit of bitter tea.  "Your neighbor was being nosy again.  It didn't bother me but it might scare others away.  I thought I should let you know before I go." Damnit! This was not the first time I was hearing this.  My very own "Agnes Kravitz" often stuck her big nose in My business.  How could I explain to her that the people who visit Me are not into talking with the old lady who lives next door without making her suspicious? Without clueing her in to what goes on inside My suburban home.  When My clients have mentioned her in the past, I've tried ...

  He called Me in the middle of the Night since he wanted Me to fuel his Fright.  The man was craving CBT and wanted to fan the flames in Me.  Here's a fact: if you play with Fire you might get Burned.  Now here's a Lesson that you should learn: If you fuck with Me, you Get what you Earn.  He basked in the coals of My Immolation.  He found the One for his Desecration.  I rode high on Mass Elation contemplating his Devastation.   CBT is Fun for Me.  Nothing makes Me happier than mutilating man's Obsession while he worships Me helplessly.  He begged for Brutality from the Queen of Savagery.  Ball-busting.  That was his true desire and I was more than ready to Oblige.  I designed his dream damage package.  I challenged him to survive the Wreckage.  He was coming in a couple of hours to take a dose of My goddess Power.  I gathered My tools for testicular torture.  I promise you it's going to be a Scorc...

  This fool was on the verge of Three Strikes.  One more and the femme wannabe was Out!  My Cardinal Rule? Don't waste My Time.  The bitch had cancelled on Me twice before so when the text came in saying, "It's me again" I took My time with My Reply:  "You better be Sure about what you want to say or you might find yourself in trouble Today." He was quick to answer, "I admit I was unsteady but now I think I'm finally ready.  I heard that you can be quite vicious which made me kind of apprehensive.  Then I listened to "CHAMPAGNE DREAMS."  I have to tell you, that made me Cream.  I'm not into pain and anguish.  I just have a sissy fetish.  I'm here to beg you, on my knees, dress me Up?  Will you Please? Make me over, nice and pretty then let me worship your sweet kitty?" Well yawl know how I feel.  There's no one neater than a pussy eater so I was inclined towards forgiveness.  We set our play date for a few hours later...

  Welcome to another story from My Wild and Wonderful Life! This is what it’s like when you Live on the Edge of a Knife. I adore the art of Role Play. Games people Play are how I make My Way. I got a call from a guy who wanted to give it a try. When you have been a Pro-Domme for as long as I have you run across some common themes. FEAR! That’s a big one. Some people need that Thrill. That adrenaline flow that sings through your veins when Fear takes hold. They crave it in their very Souls. You know what else this newbie said? He wanted to be taken advantage of, Manipulated; forced into a Situation that he must Survive. He must submit to stay Alive! Music to My Succubus Ears! I designed a Scheme to bring that Zing, a Moment of Fear to last him for Years! Knife Play was the Theme of the Day. I suggested he wear clothes he didn’t mind losing. This is what I told him to do: “Ring the Bell precisely at Nine. I’m gonna give you your opening Line. We will pretend there’s a raging storm ou...

  . A storm had been raging for days.  I was stir crazy. I paced the confines of My house like a caged tiger.  The monsoon had kept My clients away and I needed to Dominate.  I felt My Succubus rise Inside.  I am Mistress Victory Von Stryker, the Supreme Authority on BDSM in My tiny beach town, but I'm also a Pagan Witch, not one for following the rules of Wicca.  I'm a leader.  I make and Break My own Commandments.  I was fed up with the weather so I channeled My frustrated Energy.  I focused My Electricity on the Monstrous Downpour.  Gale force winds shook the shutters but I would not submit.  The cacophony surrendered to My Sorcery.  The storm ceased and the evening found peace.  The moon was full, lighting the sky like a disco ball.  I wore the visage of villainy.  Time to find some prey.   The local joints were back in the swing of things.  The one down the street was advertising Kar...

Tickle! Tickle! Just why do you love it so much? I get called for this kind of Simple Domination mor e  often than anything else. The tools required are easily accessible and it doesn’t take much planning. The smallest woman can Domme the largest man with this uncomplicated way of showing someone who’s Boss, if that someone is ticklish, of course. Obviously if you’re not it doesn’t work for you. For people who are, it can do many things. Most crave that intense, uncontrollable laughter. The feeling can be Orgasmic. Many are taken back to Childhood days when cavorting with their parents was wild, carefree and full of Unconditional love. All you need to induce That Raucous Reaction are a few readily obtainable items like Feathers and Vibrators, but really your fingers are enough to do the trick. Just dig into those ribs, those knees, those toes and Watch them Go! Now that I’ve educated you about why you’re such a fun-loving freak, Let me tell you about my time spent with a ticklish s...

  Once upon a hazy time there was a Witch who stole this mind. Snipped a lock of auburn hair The Magic phrase was Do you dare Sweet little richie asleep in bed Thoughts of fun swirling in his head She planted words of Suggestion Stirred in him a Resurrection He heard Her whispers in his ear Looked outside but the coast was clear Though confused he did Obey When She said Come out and Play For when She Calls he has no Will Thanks to Her Unholy Skills So he stumbled out the door Like a zombie, thoughts no More A vacant brain was what remained His sole Focus was Her Name So he walked Her Sacred Path Until he found Her there at last Shining bright in the Moonlight His Mystic Mistress of the Night She beckoned him with Open Arms He was taken by Her Charms He must submit to what he's Told Sit and watch his Fate Unfold His Mistress pushed him in the dirt Time to do some Wicked Work She hitched up Her dress of Lace Made Her Throne upon his face He had no choice and couldn't speak So he ...