My Wild and Wonderful World of Erotic BDSM

  The room was dark except for one small desk lamp pointing towards the ceiling.  I told the hot guy to lay down on the bed and prop his head on the pillows.  I sat at the end, in his direct line of view.  I held My crystal tipped magic wand.  What light there was danced from it's prismatic facets. I told him to watch the crystal.  To Pay close attention to it's refractions through the shadows.  I moved My wand in a window-wiper motion that matched the timbre of My Voice. I ordered him to flex his feet forwards and back as he kept his eyes on the moving crystal.  Soon he was in tandem with Me.  I said, "Now let your feet sink into the mattress.  Feel your blood rushing to pool into your heels.  Your feet feel like two concrete bricks anchoring you to My bed." I went on, "My Voice is Prominant in your mind.  My Southern drawl fills all your nooks and crannies.  In the moments when you blink you still see My smile.  In ...

  Every Dominatrix has a sub who tries her patience. There’s a trend I don’t enjoy. Brats. I’ve come to understand through education and experience that brattiness is usually an inability to communicate. Sometimes a submissive will act out to get a good, hard beating instead of just asking for one. Others have trouble making friends or getting along at work because they lack basic interpersonal skills. Then I have clients like Donna who is all of that and more. She has a history of sexual repression. She believes what she wants makes her a bad person. If it’s forced on her though, then it’s not her fault. She can’t deal with her sexual desires. She can’t get past what others might think. Also, she needs training in proper  submissive etiquette. Donna is in her 50’s. She’s about 5 feet with medium length, light brown hair. Her shoulders are narrow, breasts pert, just enough to fit in the palm of my hand. Her hips flare out to a wide, juicy bottom. In this session, Donna gets Di...

  I love to say if you play with fire you might get Burned.  It's a warning and a promise.  I believe for a lot of submissives the threat of Danger is the very best part.  It's a thrill like a jolt to the heart.  It's the reason they come from the very start.  Electrical Stimulation is a cause for Celebration. It's no mystery.  It's just body Chemistry.  Pulses to your brain to drive you quite insane.  I can make it sweet or pump you full of pain.  It just depends on how you want to play My Game.   I have a sub I call fetish phil.  For phil, My TENS Machine is a Lustful Scheme.  My sticky pads to his dangling lads make fetish phil oh so glad.  I like to start way down low just to make his ball sack glow.  Then turn that dial to the highest notch for devastation to his crotch.  Torture to his favorite place shoots him like a rocket into Space.  I'm sending signals to the computer in his head to dish...

  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...