Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Vote Now

Should I stop with the fiction pieces?

Should I stop publishing random punishment ideas?

Should I stop blogging altogether?

Should I start labeling Mf and Fm?

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Monday, October 10, 2016

1st date

He sits across from me, clutching his coffee cup with both hands. His eyes follow each movement my hands made almost with the same intensity that a cat stares at a coiled snake. I glance down at the deep red laquer covering my nails, remembering they match my lipstick perfectly.
"Do you enjoy football?" I ask.
I sip my coffee and enjoy its warmth as his flash of a smile disappears giving way to his responce.

"Thank heavens your not an Auburn fan! They are loyal but I hate to see them dress themselves in those volitile colors." I exclaim.

He laughs. Something about him is charming. I do love to see the smile on his face. I slide my coffee cup to the side of the table, just to watch his eyes follow my hand. I lean forward with my elbows rested on the table and my palms open. My heart races with excitement.

He looks like prey. Did I see his eyes widen? Was it a sharp intake of that last breathe? Is it the way he follows my hands with his eyes? Is it the way he only looks relaxed for a few second before returning to that adorably attentive man sitting before me? Fuck. I dont know. He is strong. Hell, he is probably stronger than me easily. Several of my friends would ask me why I am not afraid of him, but somehow I can't explain how this strong man looks helpless. Images flash in my mind of seeing him slammed against the wall, pushing his face against my black satin sheets, and I can just almost hear him saying "please".

We continue with the small talk. I try to push those images of him against my sheets out of my mind. I try to focus on the conversation and finishing my coffee.

I ask him to walk me to my car. He flashes that charming smile for just a few seconds longer this time as he agrees. My black boots click against the tile of the coffee shop as we walk out together. I would normally slide my leather gloves over my hands before facing the frigid air outside, but I have to pull his hair. I just have to. As we stand by my car, I know his jacket doesnt fully protect him from the cold. I tell him that I will text him later and hope we can get together for a longer visit next time. Then I give him a long passionate kiss as my bare hand feels its way through his hair. I pull his hair lightly. I feel his arm wrap around me in response. Yes. My mind is made up. He will be mine. I am certain of it.

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Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Long Hair

I already wrote about the role My Hair plays in kink for me.  My new sub, jester, does have a hair kink. He actually listed it second as reasons he wanted to serve me. So for this week, I let my imagination run a little.

She kneeled next to her bed. She was careful to brush her long brown hair to her side. She just couldnt stop fidgeting. Her hand kept finding themselves combing through the long locks. He would return soon. She knew that she must be as he left her. She could hear the door open exposing her bedroom to the emty house. Excitement ran through her veins wondering what he would ask her to do and how he may chose to use her.

He sat in the chair in the corner. He was still sipping coffee from his mug. He seemed relaxed. She stole a glance in his direction that revealed him enjoying the view of the tall green grass and the pony that grazed across the front yard. He was so handsome. Her hair fell across her face and she instantly brushed it behind her ear. She could feel his gaze pressing down on her. She knew that he had seen her movement. Her fingers twirled some of the hair that rested on the floor at her side. She stared at the floor a few inches ahead of her. Her fingers moved faster.


His voice is firm. She wonders if he is mad. In that moment she only knows that his commands will be obeyed immediately or she will be truly sorry. She finds her feet beneath her against the carpet, with little thought of how she stood. Her stomach felt tight with anicipation and the wetness made her fear being unable to stand still. she was combing her fingers through her hair, using its soft touch to calm her thoughts when she felt the heat of his touch on her arm. It was a firm grip, and he pulled her down over his knees. He sat comfortably on the edge of the bed.

"You will be punished. Tell me what you did. And you better get this right".

Her mind raced. She knew she would never break a rule or do anything to anger Master. What could he mean? Her hands both stroked her hair, one hand following the other.

"Sir, I dont know what I have done. Please tell me so I may be better."

"You know better than to tease me by playing with your hair"

He hands fell still at her sides. The urge to touch her hair grew. She put her hands together, suddenly aware that she wasnt quite sure what they should be doing.

She felt his strong grip on her arm as ot pulled her off balence and over his knees. She felt the broad pain of her ribs hitting his leg. She didnt reqlly have time to register why the pain was there before she felt a swift slap of his hand on her bottom.

She counted each strike, just as he had trained her to do. Black tears ran down her face as her mind faught her body. Her body would push and try to rise off his lap but the geeture was stopped by his hand pressing into her back. She struggled to keep her hands still. She knew she didnt want to het her hands in the way but just couldnt seem to keep them stretched above her as they should be.

After 35 strikes from Masters hand, the blows stopped. He still held her in place. She waited. She flexed her hands open then closed waiting for the next blow. His hand carressed her red bottom, before pulling her bavk to her feet by her beautiful long locks.

It was her hair that got her into trouble. Too many times she had teased him, playing with her hair in public, knowing that the sight would leave him hard, even if it meant a spanking when he got home later. Sometimes it was just an absent minded gesture. He may just spank that habit out of her.

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Thursday, September 1, 2016

The Jester

Thank you to comments from all who have chimed in so far, but a special thank you to Lady Grey who suggested the winning nickname, The Jester.

Our little jester is making us laugh already. He wants to know if Casanova and I and him can have a kinky 3 way.

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Wednesday, August 31, 2016

7 minutes of heaven, for male subs : Game

I thought everyone had already played or atleast heard of this game.

You may have already heard of 7 munutes in heaven, where you get 7 minutes to do ANYTHING you want to the poor victim. My victim is usually bound and blindfolded for this. Some of you may be thinking the obvious. But you can use him anyway you please whenever you want. Why set a timer for 7 minutes, when you do wicked things to him quite often? You would be right to ask this. (It is nice to let him know the torture will continue until the timer saves him, but that is not the game) 

The twist is...
I give him permission to cum when I set the timer. I tell him that if he does not cum in those 7 minutes that he will be denied that privilige. And if/when he comes does not mean my playtime is over. I will continue to play with and torture his sensitive post orgasm cock until that timer dings. Lets just hope we arent having too much fun to hear the timer.

If I feel generous I will let him see the timer and let him know how much time remains. If I feel more sadistic, I will make him guess. 

Friday, August 26, 2016

Assignments / Tasks

 As many of you may have noticed, I have been priviliged enough to own men here in my presence and internationally. Regardless of our relationship tasks and assignments play an important role. I do love assigning something to a sub that affects his whole day. It doesnt have to change how he does anything just a subtle reminder that he is mine and willing to serve me. I have accepted assignments or tasks from two men over my whole life, and yes Casanova is one of them. I do enjoy knowing that Casanova will be looking forward to my reports on those tasks. My submissive side enjoys giving him that control. My Dominant side enjoys knowing that he is doing this just because "I said so".  Sometimes a task is sexual in nature sometimes it is juat a list of things that he should have done in a given time frame.  My new sub does have some assignmets waiting in que for him. Once we get some of the bumps smoothed out in our methods of communication I am sure that he will feel a daily presence from me.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

A New Sub

I accepted a new sub yesterday. I am in shock. How did this even happen so quickly? I wasnt looking for a new sub. He is a friend that I have talked to and teased for years. We had started to talk more often in recent weeks. I still dont know what I will call him. It seems that my subs have a habit of all starting their first name with the letter "J".  I have a few nicknames for him but they hardly seem appropriate. I told Casanova and a few close friends last night before writing this post.

Any ideas for what I may call this sub on my blog?
He has the exact same first name as my ex sub.

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Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Femdom Erotica

I knock on the door. It's my house, but I knock to give him a moment to present himself properly when I enter. I open the door to find him naked standing next to the tv. His hands are behind his back. His feet are shoulder width apart. Black sweatpants lay in the floor behind him. I walk through the house checking to see that all of his chores are done. He remains perfectly still awaiting my aproval.

"Slave, come lay on my bed" I called out across the house.

I propped myself against the wall and watched him crawl into the bed. He put the wrist cuffs on  himself. I put the ankle restaints in him. I took off my white button up shirt, exposing my green tank too and cleavage. I watched as his errection grew. Then I laid next to him, moving my long brown hair out of the way. I put my hand on his shoulder and whisered in his ear " you are mine. You Belong To Me. I am going to enjoy you every last bit of you. Now be a good boy and tell me your safe word "


"very good"

I slide my hand over that soft skin covering his cock. I place  a gentle kiss on the tip of his dick. Then  I lick down the length of it teasing his cock, enjoying watching it under my touch. Seeing it glisten in the light, covered in my spit, made me want to see it twitch shooting cum into the air.

I allowed just half of it in my mouth, exploring every crevice with my tongue.  Enjoying the feel of that hard flesh in my mouth I closed my eyes and moan as I suck. The bed shifts as he gently pulls at his restraints. I smile as I touch my teeth to the head of his cock in a gentle bite. I make eye contact with him. I can see lust,joy, and shock in his eyes. I resume sucking. My hands massaging the along the shaft as my mouth moves back. My toungue rubbing against the head of his cock before I plunge it back into my mouth. I push it down my throat swallowing around it. Then gently touch my teeth to him again with every but if his cock in my mouth and throat. I resume sucking and stroking his cock. I feel my own desire growing in my stomach making my panties way. I moan around his cock.

I stand up. I look down at the man laying in my bed, tied down and helpless. He is sexy, and the sight of him bound there with his cock exposed nearly seems too perfect. I take off my jeans, showing that my panties match the tank top. I know he is watching as I pull the tank top off. The black bra follows my other clothes to a pile in the floor. I slip the panties down next.

I crawl from the foot of the bed over his naked body. I whisper "Don't forget the rules, or I my flogger will remind you later"

"Yes Miss Lily"

I let him watch happily as I lower myself into him. I move my body to music that only I can hear in my head. My hands move down my body, across his stomach, over his chest,and through his hair. I notice his breathing seems a bit faster. I reach down and twist his left nipple. I bite my lip. I tilt my head back and moan.My hair grazes his balls. I feel my first orgasm wash over me, followed my another soon after like waves crashing on the shore.

"May I cum?"


I continue moving my hips to the same dance, torturing him a few more agonizing seconds. I watch him beneath me trying to keep control and avoid a beating later. I stop. I roll off him. I run my fingers through my hair.

I turn facing away from him before returning to my dance, using his body for my pleasure. I tap my fingers against his balls. Time passes quickly. Soon he asks again.

Please may I cum?

Yes, cum for me

I feel his hot explosion inside me. I roll off of his body again.

I lick and suck his cock, making him moan, yell, and squirm. I run my tongue over the head of his dick a little more quickly.

I hear "Please, please please mistress" in his strained voice.

I stop. I crawl up his body. Place one hand on each cheek and kiss him. Pushing some of his cum into his mouth with my tongue. I hold him until I am done kissing him.

"Good boy. I am proud of you."

I cuddle next to him a few moments before I allow him out of bed.

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wishy washy

I have wrote this and deleted it atleast three times. While I feel brave I am going to push publish. I love to write. Most of my experience is either as a mistress or a bottom in bedroom kink. I consider myself a switch because I drift somewhere between submissive fantasy and domanant dreams. Casanova is my switch. We are doing well although work is making our contact a little less frequent than it has been in previous months. A friend of mine who reads my blog has pointed out that my writing has been more from a submissive view over the past few weeks. I have given Casanova the dominant role over the past few weeks. I feel the need to let my readers know that my role switching with Casanova affects my writing. A burst of depression has stolen my desire to write recently but I am sure it will return soon. Today I am posting a  femdom erotica piece for those of you who miss that.

 I am open to suggestions from my readers.  Should I start labeling stuff M/f vs F/m ?

Also, thank you to those of you who read.
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Saturday, August 6, 2016

Sir, Please Open my Cage.

She felt his eyes on her. She tensed her stomach under his gaze and stretched her hands up toward the top bars. She moved elegantly almost like a dance. She twirled on her toes, knowing her hair would surround her as she spun. She was careful not to touch any of those cold metal bars that surrounded her. She knew exactly how much room she had to move almost like her cage was just another part of her.

He watched her muscles move beneath her bare skin. He  was proud to own such a beautiful specimen.

She stopped twirling, lightly touching the bars on each side of her. She met his gaze with a smile. She brushed her long hair behind her, exposing her breasts. Seeing the lust in his eyes made her heart full with happiness and beat a little faster. She closed those last few steps and waited for him to get closer. She twirled a lock of hair between her fingers, admiring the man walking closer.

"You are a beautiful little minx" he said still enjoying the sight of the beautiful naked girl moving around her cage. He touched the key in his pocket. He knew her eyes would follow his hands.

She released the bars of the cage. He wondered if the memory of the electricity surging through the metal bars at his sadistic will made her move. He couldn't hide the smile.

"Oh my, you are stunning" she purred. Don't you want to come in here and play with your little sex doll?" She backed away from the door, stopping just an inch away from the back wall. Her eyes never left his, daring him to just enter her little box.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Now, you know better" He said in a stern voice.

"Please. I'm bored. Come play with me."

She ran her fingers through her hair. Her hands moved over her skin. She twisted her nipples teasing him. She moaned and whined "please come play with me. You would enjoy yourself. I promise."

"What will you do for me after I unlock that cage?" He asked

"Anything you want" She paused. "Everything you want" She spun around giving him a glance of every inch of her beautiful body. "I would love to show you how I can make you moan" then she licked one of the metal bars.

He was just inches away from  the lock. The key was in his hand. She could hear him push it into the lock. Buzz Buzz Buzz . His call phone was ringing. He looked at it. His eyes showed a hint of frustration as he took the call walking away. Before he left he waved, showing the key in his hand and giving her one last lustful look.

She had taken her clothes off waiting for him hours ago. She had tied them to the bars and now she hung from her clothes. Naked, upside down, and posing she waved and winked just before he turned his back for the last time leaving the room.

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