My Wild and Wonderful World of Erotic BDSM

I'm aware My sub has been waiting a Long time for Me to talk about this Role-play session. I've been making him Wait. He's like that irritating teacher's pet that's always raising his hand in class. You know the one. You can just hear him thinking, "Oh Please! Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!   When he heard My podcast episode about the guy with a Thing for Veggies, he called Me immediately. He was in a sub-fueled craze to one-up that bitch in the Best of Ways. When he arrived he practically ran through the door. He missed My raised eyebrow as he flew past.  He was carrying a cloth grocery bag and had forgotten all about Protocol as he sped into the Torture Room squealing, "Presents!" He dumped the contents on a table and turned to Me expectantly. I was standing there, watching his silliness with My hands on My hips. If you've seen My videos then you know the Pose.  I turned up My nose and just Stared him Down. Minutes went by but I did not Say a Word. ...

  I'm enjoying playing the field so I went back through My online studs looking for one who enjoyed good bud.  As I flipped through the potential guys I saw a face that caught My eye.  Oh My, he sure was pretty and living here, right in My city.  I shot off a message to test his mettle.  I had to make sure he was worth the trouble. Had to know if he could go with the flow. I had to see if he was able before I let him join My stable. Ablebodied and kind of naughty.  That's how this Stryker likes them.  He replied on the double but I got the impression he's a head full of bubbles. We chatted for a bit about 420fun and all sorts of nonsense under the sun. An airhead for sure, this toy "le jour," but he seemed so sweet and his pictures were a treat. I decided he deserved a meet and greet.  It was a Hot day in Spring when we began our Scandal.   I wore a clingy, crimson dress and stunning, strappy sandals.  We met at a beach cafe and his...

For Me, the Best part of being a FEMDOM is the Worship. Sometimes subs devote themselves so completely that it rises to the fetishized level of GODDESS WORSHIP.  It's how the servant shows Total submission, that he is willing to go to drastic lengths to get a Smile.  These devotees take Worship to another Level.  They feel lucky just to be near Me.  That's Power.  When I'm with one of these who live to please, I get High on being a Tease. I get to do stuff like order people to bow before Me.  I get to step on them and boast with Vanity when I say, "Aren't you glad you get to be here?  That I chose you from the throng of followers begging for My attention? That I made time for you in My busy day?" And you know what? They EAT it up and Beg for More! Talk about an Ego Boost! One such person recently passed out before My Very Presence.  You know you're with a Genuine Domme when you experience this Phenomenon and She just laughs.  That's Exactly w...

I wanted someone to toy with in My down time so I placed an online ad with a menu list of requirements. I sorted through the possible playmates until I found a guy who I thought fit the bill: Tall, late 30's, black hair, blue eyes, tattooed, Metal-Head, Stable Job, submissive = YUMMY. He passed Step One, so I sent him a message right away to let him know I might want to play.  I told him to email a face picture so I could see if he looked as good as I imagined.  I said if I liked what I saw we could move on to the Next Step in My potential partner process.  He completed Step Two an hour later.   I took a peek and let me say, his pretty smile made My Day. We made a date for tea and cakes, a face to face to discuss his "place."  We agreed on when to meet then I assigned his next task to complete. I sent him a photo of a simple cock cage and said to bring one as a sign of good faith. I sure hoped he had what it takes. When I arrived, he was waiting for Me....

  Recurring Nightmares.  Do you have them?  How do you deal? In this Modern age, My client consulted Me instead of a Doctor. He confessed that he couldn't sleep, so exhausted he could weep.  The same terror, night after night. Paralyzed by fear, tired past the point of tears.  He said he heard My Reputation so he came to Me for Restoration.   I had a Super Plan to help this pathetic man. It's Hypnotherapy when Life gets Scary. In My Experience the best way to heal a recurring nightmare is to change the ending.  To do that, I want to start from the Beginning.  I'll raise your demon from the Depths of Hell then Exorcise it with My Magic Spell.  When My Grand Finale takes you to Heaven, I'll break your Curse with My Secret Weapon.   I put him in a Darkened Room to recreate his Nightmare Gloom. Then I made his focus Me and My Wand, to Set him Free.  Crystals of the Purest Blue will help us All see what's True.  Lapis Lazuli, t...

  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...