My thought of the week “Legacy”

Life Changing Experiences

A client of mine recently recounted to me his account of how he survived the collapse of the Twin Towers in New York.

Because he survived a Dark Day in Human History he decided to live a little and explore the Dark Side of his Sexuality. He had been interested in BDSM and due to the change in his psyche that he underwent after the trauma of 9/11 he chose to explore the Fetish World of Domination.

The lesson for anyone else who represses their sex drive is; its not necessary to wait for a tragedy to unleash your secret desires there is no Dark Side to sex, in truth between consenting adults instead it can lead to a sexual enlightenment enchanting and adding to ones enjoyment of sex.

Why wait for a traumatic event to unlock your deepest sexual desires, explore your desires instead and fight back against the real Dark Forces that exist around us, such as 9/11. Sex is not dark its Beautiful

Mistresses Power

She who thinks Domination is easy and by donning a rubber outfit and being strict is dwelling in the bosom of fools. Any Woman can become a Mistress, that is easy, but to dominate the right person to the right degree to the right level of satisfaction and perversity that is not within every Mistresses power and is not easy.

Sexuality and fetish desires is a mighty force very different to embellish or contain but I can assure anybody who visits me I will find the right level of Domination to satisfy some of their desires. Whatever happens between a client and I, good or bad is a learning curve on anybody’s sexual curiosity about them selves. There are no rights or wrongs in Domination just different degrees of Domination perversity and humiliation.

One thing I promise I will make a session with me right for you, after all, its your time and your fantasy.

2000 Miles Road Trip

When my number one slave Santino proposed the idea of a road trip half way across the United States over many barren wilderness areas I was a bit anxious. Being a confident Dominant Woman in other areas of my life this road trip was unknown territory for me. However, Santino assured me that despite being submissive to me he was confident about formulating and enacting a road trip to write home about. And so it was on an August evening just as the sun was setting over the distant Mount Rainer I found myself at Seattle International Airport with my dutiful servant Santino.

He chose a Ford Mustang Convertible to make our journey comfortable, fast and iconic. A Mustang is wild untamable and free of rules like me, so a wise choice. We set off on interstate 5 south to Tacoma where we spent our first night. As a reward, I allowed Santino to dress up in some sexy outfits and he loved admiring himself in the hotel rooms many mirrors before he submitted to my will. So an iconic car and a erotic first night, the trip had begun well.

The next two nights were in the city of  Portland, a beautiful riverside city full of trees and intelligent people. It had a fascinating bookshop called Powel’s City of Books covering a whole city block, where I let Santino indulge himself for a few hours as a reward for the trip starting so well.

The next few days were spent driving through Oregon and Idaho via Boise and Idaho Falls. In Idaho Falls Santino and I met some Mormons who told us about their religion in their Welcome Centre. Little did they know what I do for a living or who Santino was to me, quite a paradox these puritanical Mormons trying to convert us two hedonistic sexual creatures into Mormons. I am happy to tell you they failed.

The highlight of the trip was driving through Yellowstone National Park in this beautiful natural setting I witnessed hot sulphur springs, pristine lakes and saw elk, moose, bison and golden eagles in the wild. Sometimes as a Mistress I create the perfect domination session, this on the other hand was the perfect daytime scenario the perfect natural environment.

We then stayed two nights in Cody home of Buffalo Bill the man who dominated the bison population of America.

Out final days were spent in Cheyenne, rodeo capital of the world, getting to know some local cowboys.

Nebraska UFO Hotspot of the world and the Rocky Mountains for a final lunch served by a waiter who was a double for Vin Diesel.

I returned from a trip where I had been driven in style halfway across America flying back from Denver.

Santino chose luxury hotels to stay in with lots of mirrors so he could witness me Dominating him which was our bargain. He drove me in style, I turned him on in style, a perfect symbiotic exchange.

Frilly Knickers

Recently  I was being driven to Wimbledon Village by one of my senior slaves, who loves Wimbledon, having a fetish for those frilly knickers worn by lady tennis players of the 1970’s. We sometimes walk on The Common under the beautiful trees, enjoying “The Lungs of London”. On this occasion I had accorded this loyal thrall the privilege of two hours of my company over dinner .  On the way I received a call from an erstwhile devotee, who bemoaned the fact that he could not re-establish contact with me. Having moved, he had lost his old diary, and in fact I had moved my Temple to Fulham. “I am one of the new illiterate,” he complained, “as I cannot use a computer!” He told me that he had eventually found my number in “D.D.I” magazine. He was surprised and delighted that I remembered him, but a Goddess does not forget a faithful  follower.  So, as a special concession, I arranged for him to attend my Temple later.  Remembering him as a plump gentleman, who enjoyed “forced feminisation”, I instructed my companion to call in at his home on the way back to Fulham and pick up a pair of frilly knickers. Being rather stout himself, I reasoned his knickers might fit the other gentleman.

Back at my Temple, I greeted my old slave. I commanded him to strip, and knowing his craving for humiliation, commented on his short little penis. My companion joined in this criticism. Then I applied some face powder, rouge and mascara to my old client. Then fitting on the tightest jock-strap that I had, I pinned his genitals tightly to his body and then helped him into his frilly knickers. Finally, seeing his flabby “moobs “, I fitted a little push-up bra on him. The effect was complete, the more so when he donned a little French maid’s uniform. I allowed him to serve tea to me and my companion. Afterwards I led him into my new Dungeon, which he had not seen before. He stripped off the clothes, and was fascinated by seeing himself in the long wall mirrors. His penis and scrotum so long confined were now tiny. I decided he needed a good caning, but he still craved further humiliation for his minute member, which by now was quite stiff. 

I think we both enjoyed re-establishing contact and I discussed with him further scenarios for his next visit.