Yes. A Christmas tree in the dungeon. A human Christmas tree with a dildo in its ass and electrical cock straps on its dick. I do believe needles where through the nipples as well. So many different decorations, it was a sight to behold. An early Christmas adventure for the Mistress. It makes me want to celebrate Christmas everyday. And why would I celebrate Christmas a few weeks early? Because my girlfriend Robin told me one of the most romantic stories I have ever heard.

One day, a hot August day, a young man took a young woman home with him. He wrapped his loving arms around her waist, kissed her full soft lips and then whispered in her ear, “You make me so happy. I feel like it is Christmas every day.” She feels her pussy lips swell with he pleasure of being loved and desired and as he slowly walks away from her, she begins to undress. Standing naked in the living room, nipples erect, pussy wet and ready to be fucked, he returns with Christmas lights. She is not certain what her lover intends on doing with these lights. She stands exposed before him watching him unwind the cord beaded with small white lights. Slowly he approaches her and begins to wrap the lights around her. Chest, arms, breasts, stomach, back, ass, each individual leg and then he plugs her in. She lights up like a Christmas tree. A Christmas tree in the dog days of August. Then he lies her down on the floor and makes love to her. Isn’t that a romantic story? And it is a true story. So see, for all of you unbelievers out there, romance is not dead. And I am a sucker for romance, so tonight I thought I would bring romance and Christmas to my dungeon. 

Most of my sessions are sensual. I enjoy my sensual sessions because they appease my erotic, sexy side. But I also have a dark, twisted, perverse and slightly insane side that needs to be fed. Hence Bob. Yes, Bob is a trooper. He is always game for my sick, devious desires. I went shopping at Target just for Bob. I get so excited about our times together. I know he will let me subject him to whatever humiliation I fantasies about. It is not so much humiliation as it is creativity. The problem is, my creativity is a little bizarre so some people would describe it as humiliating. I love creative session. The more I have to think, the more fun I have. Please do not misunderstand me. The carnal, sexual, sensual session are equally hot but for different reasons. Sometimes you want to create, sometimes you just want to be. My edgy sessions are all about creating. My sensual sessions are all about being.

What items did I buy at Target for Bob? Purple gauze, regular gauze and Christmas light. All the other item were already staples in my dungeon. I wrapped Bob’s head in the purple gauze. Nothing but one eye, that’s right, one eye was exposed. His cock and balls were tied tight in gauze forcing blood to stay in his ball sack making them deliciously sensitive. I love sensitive balls. I put a collar around his neck, chained his arms together, wrapped his upper and lower body in plastic wrap held together with bright red duct tape, put a huge cock in his ass which he was forced to sit on, needles through the nipples plus Chinese nipple clamps, electrical cock straps, nasty writing in washable marker all over his body (slut, whore, bitch, cunt). I think that is it. Oh, the final touch, Christmas lights, flashing no less, from head to toe. What a good sport Bob is? Don’t you just love Bob? I could have stood there all night long admiring my work. It was very similar to the feeling one gets once the Christmas tree has been decorated and the lights are turned on for the first time. You just want to stand before the tree for hours admiring its beauty. This is how I felt about Bob? Am I weird? No one answer that!

And now for the romance. I never fuck around with married guys. Too much trouble. All of my clients are married and some of them are fucking hot. It pisses me off. But I have one hotty who is divorced. He drives me crazy in sessions. I want to rape him but not with my strap on. But I am always professional, so I wait until he leaves, pull out some sex toys and have nasty fantasies about him. So I figure, if I invite him over to “help” with a session, it’s not really client/ professional time, right? Is my rationale logical to anyone or am I just making excuses for my own sexual pleasure? So I tell this hotty that I need him to come over and eat my pussy in front of Bob while he is all chained up and helpless. Naturally he agreed.

My little hotty and I are in the sun room then the living room making out while poor Bob waits for us in the dungeon. Christmas lights blinking, 8 inch cock in his ass, electrical cock straps throbbing. Poor Bob. We make our way back to the dungeon and continue kissing each other passionately. His shirt comes off, my panties come off, Bob is moaning and panting. I don’t really know if it would be appropriate to disclose what occurred in that room before Christmas tree Bob. After all, what happens in Rikka’s dungeon should stay in Rikka’s dungeon, but I will say this. I want more of that little hotty. And next time, Bob and the rest of you sluts will not be around watching. I will end this story by saying, it was a good night for the Mistress but the best part was kissing my hotty. I guess I am a romantic and a pervert. Could be worse combinations.

So now let’s get to the meat of what I have been up to. Did someone say strap on play? Let’s see, a beautiful blond girlfriend on all fours begging for my cock while a nasty slut sits in my red velvet chair stroking his cock watching the events unfold. The Mistress slides her finger into the blonds pussy, preparing it for 8 inches of cock. She lifts her ass high up in the air, tilts her head back and I slowly press the head between her sweet lips and into her cunt. My cock slides in and out of her dripping wet pussy and my slut stokes and strokes, eyes wide, cock ready to burst. 

Next, I am waiting in the bathroom with nothing but a strap on and a bowl of hot cum. He enters and I show him the bowl of cum. Dipping my hard cock into the cum, I make him drop to his knees and lick it clean. (It was really yogurt in case you are wondering. I do not keep hot cum in my house. That would be a little too weird even for me.) We go to the study and down load blow job and strap on porn. Finally, in the dungeon, I am on my back, cock in the air and my blow job slut climbs on top of me and fucks my cock. I watch his sweet, tight ass slide up and down until he explodes.

Another creative episode, I have a slave dressed in my art work: plastic wrap around the head, leather corset cinched to his waist, chains strapping him down. He is on his stomach, face pushed into the bondage bed. I am wearing my strap on. I play with his cunt and he strokes my cock in a vulnerable position where he cannot get up, move or even turn around to look at me. He can only feel my fingers in his ass and his fingers around my cock. It is a strap on play ground in my dungeon.

For the past few weeks, I have been having wild and kinky sessions. I love it all, but I do get a little depressed when I do not have time to write. I know it is a little frustrating trying to get in to see me. I prefer to only take one to two session a day and sometimes even two is overkill. It is very important to me that my profession never feels like a job. That is why I am so careful not to take more than one or two appointments a day and to space the sessions apart so I have time to process what occurred. Clients tell me all the time that they fantasize about sessions with me for weeks afterwards. I also fantasize about my session but when I become too busy I loose the details and that is very depressing to me. Sitting down at the end of the day to think about and write about the details makes me feel connected to the experience. For the past few weeks, I have had some amazing sessions but I have been so busy that I have not had time to get that connection that I need. And to be honest with you, if I cannot relive the experience, I get burnt out. Making a connection and reliving the experience is just as important for me as the rest of you. So I am in a bit of a dilemma and need some advice. Yes, the Mistress needs some advice from her sluts, bitches and fans.

So here is the dilemma. At the end of a session, I am worked up yet tired. All I want to do is sit down in my yoga room, that’s the sun room for those of you who have been to my house, drink tea and fantasize about what just happened. I do not feel like writing, I just want to think about the experience. But thought gets lost after time. So maybe I should get a journal and scribble my thoughts down: what happened in the session, my favorite parts, how I felt, any analysis I have in regards to the play or the submissive. But if I am slammed, and thankfully I have been considering the economy is not doing well, I am so mentally drained by the end of the day that all I want to do is spend time with my friends. I talk about my sessions with them, so maybe I should bring a journal with me. Perhaps I just answered what needs to be done, but I am open to more suggestions.

It is just so sad to me that all of these wild and amazing experience happen to me every day and if they are not recorded immediately, the details get lost. The connection and the powerful human exchange is in the details. And I am finally to the point in my career where I really fucking like all of my regular clients so I hate turning them away so I can process and write. I get jacked when my regulars call or email me. That’s a great place to be, but if I do not process and record the experience the same day, I feel like the fantasy is gone. That is what burns me out. I cannot go back and read about it and relive it. It is easy for you sluts because you do it once in a while. I do it every day but I want to relive it too. I don’t want great sessions to blur into other great sessions. So someone send me some suggestions. 

There is just way too much information being lost day by day and I do not know what it is about me, but the intimate details are what drives my passion. I can tell you the general gist of a session, but what gets me and keeps me going are the small details. Bob watching my hotty kiss me. In the background I can hear Bob moaning, but I feel the hotty’s hands around my face, pulling me in, feeling his tongue part my lips, his hot breath, his taste, a hand sliding down my side, fingers pinching my nipples. I cannot see Bob because my eyes are shut but I can hear him stroking his cock. And I could go into more detail like the way his hands felt when pulling me into him, the way I could not get enough of his tongue inside of my mouth. These are the things I lose and this is why I get burnt out. Someone please advise me and help.

Happy Thanksgiving to all. I will be waiting for you suggestions.

That is correct. Long awaited new photos are on the way. I have gotten a ton of hype over my new cat suit, so I felt obligated to include the cat suit in one of my photo shoots as well as a fox fur that was given to me as a gift by my “fur” slut. On a side note, the fur slut  and I have some of the sexist sessions together. He brings over all sorts of furs and I wear nothing but the luxurious coats with open toe, ankle strapped heels. I love the way the furs feel on my naked body and we rub all over each other while enjoying sensual touches, prolonged teases and animalistic kink. I hope there are not any PETA members reading this. If so, a Mistress cannot be politically correct all the time. I have my desires and vices as well. Many desires. Many, many vices.

Back to the photo shoot. One of my friends came over today for play and lunch and he brought his camera. After lunch, and yes, I wore my cat suit to the restaurant, we hit the park down the street. It is a beautiful fall day: perfect temperature, golden leaves falling in the breeze and the sun softly shinning through the foliage. We start taking photos when I hear someone shout, “Hey Becky. How are you?” I look up and it is my friend Geof from the Glenwood. I asked him if he would mind getting into the photo shoot with me and he agreed. It worked out perfectly. There are some hot photos of me wrestling Geof to the ground. Thank you Geof. I will be calling on you again.

We went back to my house to do some boot photos of me on the front patio. I figured since everyone is now aware that I get kinky on my front patio, maybe those of you who have never visited me would like to know what the notorious patio looks like. And for the people who do know me, my friend suggested taking a few photos with Buddha and Cherokee. Those are more cute photos specifically for my clients who know and love my two furry boys. 

I have another friend flying in on Tuesday. It is the patio dude. Anyway, we are going shopping with a girlfriend of mine and we are going to workout at the gym with another girlfriend. Of course we will play together, but now we are going to do a photo shoot. I do not have any pictures of me doing cock and ball bondage, nipple torture, strap-on play, golden showers, etc. I thought I would pick a few fetishes and do a photo shoot with my patio dude. Sounds like fun, but wait. I am going to call a girlfriend of mine to see if she will do a photo shoot with me on Monday. I think she will agree. Everyone knows how I love to tease, so I was thinking some hot lesbian photos should throw you bitches over the edge. Keep your fingers crossed that she says yes. Maybe she will let me tie her up and fuck her with a strap on. Definitely keep your fingers crossed.

I have a new web developer, so I will give him the CD as soon as I get it. Expect the pictures to be up in a week or two. If this works out well, I may have my new friend update my photos every few weeks. And if anyone has any suggestions or would like to be in a photo shoot with me, call or email.

Did anyone see 16 Candles? The Asian character Long Duck Dong dates a white woman twice his size who lifts weights and has huge tits. He keeps calling her his new sexy American girlfriend in an Asian accent. Anyway, I have a new sexy American girlfriend. She lifts weights and is tall, but she is thin with perky B cups. And plump, round nipples that I love to suck and bite on. Hurray for my new sexy American girlfriend. This article is dedicated to her. The link to her site is on my Vixen page. Just click the link that asks you why you should play with two or more Dommes and you will find her. She goes by Lady Camille.

So we have been doing some wild and fun sessions together. A few of my clients have called asking to do sessions with other Dommes and each time I suggest my new girlfriend and each time my clients tell me I choose correctly. Would you ever doubt my judgement? I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to play with someone who shares my love for BDSM and kink. Some of my doubles have been boring lately because I sense the other Domme is not as into the play as I am. I now feel energized and excited. I cannot wait to see what sort of trouble my new girlfriend and I will get into. We are a bad influence on each other. We just feed of of each others wild side. That can be dangerous. But what I love most about our sessions is I am having fun again. I always have fun in my singles, but like I said, doubles with a few of the women I have been playing with have just not had the energy and excitement level I need to rock out and go crazy. And I am not referring to Julia Steele because I always have fun with her.

I will share one session with you. We have done quite a few, and I would love to write about each of them, but I have not been as disciplined with writing as I should be and I have so may stories to tell each of you. So let’s start with one session today. The client comes over and he is an old client. I have known this slut from day one. I think I met him when I was working in the Peter’s Street loft in 2002 with Mistress Esmerelda. She is no longer around, but she was another sexy girlfriend who was a very bad influence on me in the best possible way. I answer the door in my fox fur, panties and thigh high boots, kiss my slut on his wet lips and we walk from the sun room into the living room. Camille is standing in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of wine. From the living room, we can see her round and firm ass, her beautiful perky breasts and golden blond hair falling around her shoulders. She is wearing nothing but a garter belt, stockings with a black line running up the back, tiny panties and sexy 1950 style black high heels. It is a vision of perfect female sensuality. Imagine entering my house to have a beauty like Camille standing barely clothed in the kitchen pouring everyone a glass of wine. If only you could come home to that every night after work.

We all chat for a while, getting to know each other and relax before a night of ass raping and Goddess worship begins. When we finally make our way back to the dungeon, Camille and I begin to caress and kiss each other as well as our Ooberman. I teasingly call him Ooberman because he is German decent and looks like Hitler’s wet dream: blond, blue eyes, tall, very masculine. Sometimes he picks me up in the sun room and caries me to the dungeon. This always makes me laugh because it is such a role reversal for me. But once I get him back in the dungeon, he is the biggest whore I know. He loves it all. Ass, pussy, tits, cock, you name it. My slut loves it. The three of us are rubbing all over each other getting wet, hard and horny. For a minute I thought we might end up spending the entire night this way, but I had already brought two strap ons out and I would have been slightly disappointed if I did not get a chance to use them.

So much is going on. I wish I could film my sessions because many details get lost and often times it is the smallest details that have the largest impact. The subtleties of an intimate interaction makes all the difference in the world. The way a woman smells, her breath on the back of your neck, the way she laughs, the way she reacts to your touch. For me, it was the way Camille’s ass looked with the garter belt straps leading down to her thighs and the way she giggles and pressed into me when I sensually dragged my nails up ad down her back. We get the visuals from pornography or graphic art but we do not get the smells, the touches, the sound of sexual pleasure in our ears. I suck and bite her nipples, she puts her strap on between my thighs and rubs my pussy, and our slut is rubbing his cock against our asses, kissing our breasts, sensually pleasing us through a long slow fore play.

Our slut ends up on all fours taking a strap on up the ass while I play with myself and he sniffs my wet pussy. I keep looking up at Camille and am so turned on when I see her devilish grin. She is pounding his ass and he is torn between pleasing me and enjoying Camille’s cock. The slut ends up on the spanking bench so that I can have my turn fucking his ass. Camille puts a plastic wrap around her pussy and ass, sits on top of the bench and tells our slut to get busy. He licks her ass and pussy while I fuck his cunt. This was my favorite part. I get to watch a beautiful woman in ecstasy while creating intense pleasure for the slut. I love being pleased, but there is something so powerful about creating pleasure for others and watching others get pleased. I cannot understand people who are selfish lovers. Some of my best memories are of driving people completely insane with desire and pleasure. I like to receive the same, but there is something more profound and deep when you do that for someone else.

Camille suggests that I call her girlfriend because she wants her to watch us fuck this slut. I leave the dungeon and call her. She says hell yes, she will be right over. 15 minutes later, the girlfriend arrives and enters the dungeon just in time to see Camille receiving some hot ass worship, the slut with his legs spread wide and getting finger fucked with 5, that’s right, all 5 little piggies. He is wearing nipple clamps so the girlfriend pulls on them while I continue to fuck him. Instead of cumming, he has internal orgasm after internal orgasm. On another side note, I had an amazing session today where the man had several internal orgasms rather than cumming. He studied Tantra sex in the past and I am studying it now, and I am telling you, BDSM and Tantra is the bomb. Fuck the orgasm. It is now my mission to create full body orgasms and internal orgasms. They are so much more powerful and intimate. I love intimate sessions where I can create a sexually kinky environment and explore areas the other person has never been to before. It is a tall order but it is a journey worth exploring.

Now onto some serious comments: what do I like about Camille. First, she likes my clients. When I first started my business, I had to work with clients who I did not like or enjoy. I have been doing this for 7 years now (can you believe it???) and I can honestly say that I enjoy and like all of my clients. I do not have to take appointments from people I do not like anymore. As a result, if I am proud of my clientele. I am firmly convinced that I have some of the nicest guys and as a result, if I do a double with another Domme, I want her to recognize how great my clients are. Camille has done three sessions with old clients and one session with a new client. Each time after the play, she comments on how much she likes my clients. I cannot express how much that means to me. Another example of client appreciation is when my best friend came over for the Bukkaki party. She answered the door and gave my clients drinks. After the party, she told me that she would consider doing double sessions with me because my clients are so nice. What a compliment. I feel the same way, but to hear it from someone who is skeptical of my business and to hear her say that she would be comfortable doing double sessions with me based on the character of the clients she met was beyond flattering. It is very important for me to know that the women I play with respect and enjoy my clients as much as I do. Maybe it is because I have become friends with so many of my clients, maybe it is because I am proud of them and by that I mean, I have a great group of guys and even if they are new clients, the clients I choose to play with are top notch in regards to the fun I have with them and respect they show me. When I play with women and they do not compliment my clients, I take that as a personal insult. I guess ultimately, my client base is a reflection of me and my fetishes and interests as well as my personal nature. I select people who I sense are honest, open, fun loving and enjoyable much like myself.

Another thing I like about Camille is that she talks with my clients before, during and after the session. I hate playing with women who do not give a fuck about the individual they are playing with. I hate being rushed, I hate not being able to ask he client what they enjoyed and did not enjoy abut the session and I hate not being able to have personal discussions. I am interested in my clientele. Sometimes for respect of privacy, I do not ask the questions I really would like to ask, but I still ask and answer questions. If you want to ask me something before, during or after a session, I will happily answer. And I would love to get to know each and every one of my clients. So when I walk into the dungeon and see Camille asking questions, answering questions, having a nice dialouge, I appreciate that. To me that says, this person is not abut business. It is someone we just had an intimate exchange with and I respect this person and I am curious about him/ her.

Camille puts my clients at ease. Every time I get a new client, they are so nervous. I do not blame them. You are at a strange person’s house, you do not know what to expect. Even if they are old client’s, they get excited and nervous too. Well, I get excited and nervous as well, but it is my responsibility to make client’s feel welcomed and relaxed. I expect the same when I have another Domme playing with me. Friendly small talk, going slow throughout the session, not setting up too many rules, just relaxing and having fun. Also, allowing the client to express themselves during the session is important for new clients as well as first time double experiences. Once we get to know each other, we can take the experience to new levels, but there has to be a period of getting acquainted and comfortable. Camille is on the same page as me with the “getting to know each other phase.”

Camille reads my clients. An crucial part of BDSM is being able to read the responses of the submissive. During one of my past sessions, I had to tell the other Domme what to do the entire time. When I play with Julia Steele’s clients, she gives me the low down, I follow her lead and then take it from there. I expect the same from the women I play with. I had one horrible session with one of my favorite clients. I told the women what to do 1, 2, 3 ,4, 5 and 6 fucking times. She needed to be told again and again. I am sorry, but I am running business here. It is the best business I could possibly imagine running and I enjoy every minute of it, but my clients are spending $250 for a single $400 for a double. That is not cheap. I realize that and do not want to waste anyone’s time or money when they play with me. If you are doing a double with me, you better fucking make sure my client is happy. And I want to build lasting relationships because sessions get better and better when you know someone. It is a two way street. I don’t get off if the client is not having fun and vice versa. I do not mean to be a bitch, but if you play with me, you play because you love BDSM and if you love it, you read the client’s needs before they even realize what they want. That is control. That is a true Dominatrix. Camille reads my clients when they walk through the door. It is a natural talent that cannot be taught. 

One of the worst sessions I had was with one of my best clients and another pro- Domme. I told her exactly what my client liked and he sent her an email explaining his fetishes. What does she do in the first 10 minutes? Kicks him n the fucking balls! One out of 100 likes ball kicking and even if the are interested in ball kicking, you start out slow. You gauge the response and increase or decrease when necessary. You never haul off and kick someone in the balls. I knew the session was over mentally for him the minute she kicked him. It hurt him in a bad way. That is so inappropriate. To take time out of your work schedule and money out of you wallet and them have someone treat you with such disregard. Unbelievable. And it is a turn off to me because the client is no longer into the moment, so how can I be. The entire session, I was so concerned with the way he felt that I could not relax and enjoy myself. Plus, I felt really offended because I had known this man for years and really liked him. To see another Domme treat one of my favorite clients in this manner was highly insulting. Camille reads my clients very well and she takes it slow like I do. Down the road, I push limits, but first, get to know each other. Respect each other. Figure out what buttons to push on both ends. Some of my long term clients know how to drive me as crazy as I drive them and it is because we read each other. We take the time to know each other.

Another thing I like about Camille is that she is playful. I went to do a double with a very well known Domme and a long term client. My clients are very spoiled because I am so laid back and every session is about having fun. I want to remember these days. Holy shit! The fun I have every day, the people I meet, the new experiences I have. I cannot ask for more. My client/ friend and I go to see this famous Domme and the first thing she says to my client is take off your clothes. Are wee in a doctor’s office? Can anyone say foreplay? I want to get in the mood. My client wants to get in the mood. Let’s take it slow people. He is nude and flaccid. He is never flaccid. At least not with me. Playful foreplay does a world of wonders. The session was horribly detached and “professional”. It sucked ass and not in the good way. I am a firm believer that if you are going to do something, do it with passion and love for what you are doing. You will always be fulfilled if what you do comes from passion and love. And being passionate and full of love means being playful and full of joy. Camille is always playful and full of joy. That is probably why we get into so much trouble. We have too much fun when we are naughty.

Camille also does not get into the typical Dominatrix role. “Get down on you knees, crawl around like a dog, lick my boots” works for a very small percentage of my clientele. This goes back to reading people. I have had many lovers. They are all slightly different but they all appeal to a certain part of me. Same thing with domination. Every client is slightly different, but they all appeal to a certain part of me. If I was one generic role, I would limit my experiences and and limit my client base. I am all about living and experiencing. I hope there is something beyond this life but just to be on the safe side, I do not want to limit myself, so I am not typical. If you have something new I have not tired, bring it on. The only rules I have are safety. Beyond that, none. Same thing with Camille. She is looking for new adventures and so am I. When I am 90 years old, I am going to have the best tales in the nursing home. I hope you are all there with me. Life is too short to limit yourself to one role.

Lastly, Camille cares about my clients. Sometimes my clients get a little annoyed that I keep asking if they are okay, but I do care and I am fully responsible to what happens to my submissives. I have to check in and make sure they are okay. I would not play with anyone who does not. Camille plays in her personal life, so she understands that the Domme is the “babysitter” for lack of a better word. If you give yourself, your trust, your mind and your body over to someone else, they better be concerned with your well being. And they better be respectful of you and in tune with you. Women have a special gift called intuition. Men possess that gift as well, but they do not use it as often. When I say in tune or reading people, I mean intuition which is a string suit of women. Anything that can create must be intuitive whether they chose to create or not. The point is, a huge factor in being intuitive involves caring. Some women are self absorbed and caring alludes them. I have watched Camille throughout my sessions and when a client is in pain or uncomfortable, she rushes to their side and comforts them. That is the responsibility of a Dominatrix. You must care for you submissives because they have given you the privilege, honor and trust of surrendering themselves completely. This deserves respect and care. Not everyone understands this. 

Enough of my lecture. Camille has earned my respect as a professional Dominatrix so consider her for a double. At the very least, I find her incredibly sexy and we are very naughty together. But I do hope that what I have communicated holds some weight with each of you. I love BDSM and I love sharing the gift of BDSM with others but if you are going to submit to someone, there are some serious criteria you should consider before submitting. The Domme provides a gift but the submissive’s gift is equal in measure and do not forget that. I count myself lucky to have played with so many wonderful people and I am continuously thankful that they allowed me the opportunity to dominate them. I expect certain character traits from my sbmisssives and you should expect certain character traits from your Dominatrix. With that being said “Good night and good luck.”

That is the question each of you have been patiently asking for days. Well you know me. In all honesty, two weeks ago I was having crazy fun. So fucking busy I did not have time to write which does not make me happy. I love sharing my adventures with you sluts. And then as luck would have it, I caught a cold last week and was down for the count most of the week. But the good news is, I am back in the saddle and was extra naughty tonight. I will share that adventure with you in the next story, but first you each need to catch up on my recent tales of kink. Where do I begin? Let’s start with Club Venus.

I took a submissive to Club Venus for some depraved forms of public display in the dungeon area. Tied to the St. Andrew’s Cross, I took full advantage of his tender nipples, tender after my bites, and hard cock while 6 or 7 others watched. We did some delicious cock biting, one of my favorites especially on the head of the cock, some ass worship for the Goddess, pussy sniffing and teasing, electrical play and of course ass fucking for all to watch. The viewers came and went but one man stood in the room the entire time, eyes wide and longing. I really need to make some business cards. I could tell he wanted it bad. A naked Mistress, thigh high boots only, tormenting a little slut and finally milking him dry. Three days worth of cum exploded all over his chest. I rubbed it in, we got dressed and left the building. Like a tornado, a whirlwind of havoc and then gone. But the best part is, a black guy followed us out and while driving home, he pulled up next to us at a stop light to show us his giant cock. He stroked it for us and followed us for several miles, stroking and smiling. It was hilarious. I guess he enjoyed our show.

Next, a birthday boy came to visit me. I love this guy. His nipples are the gateway to pure ecstasy and he always brings homemade toys geared for tormenting his nipples. It was his birthday, but I received the most wonderful massage. I love being a Dominatrix. It was a hot, sexy massage and I ended up having an amazing orgasm. He let me put rubber bands around his cock for teasing. This is the best trick yet. The rubber bands go around the cock and balls and then at the base of the cock and right at the head. I can tease and tease, but the sluts cannot cum. It drives me crazier than my sluts. You have no idea what it is like to drive someone insane and have complete control over their orgasm. It is the ultimate rush. The most memorable part of the session was when he turned me into the birthday cake. After the massage, I had to take out my vibrator and get off. He put a cherry in my ass. Well, it was right on the anus, not inside. Then he teased my ass with his tongue while I played with myself. Finally, he sucked the cherry out. This was a first for me. Call me cherry ass. We had a great time. I wish every month was his birthday.

There is this cute guy I played with about a year ago and we hit it off immediately. He is a body builder and absolutely adorable. I got a last minute call that he was back in town so we met up for a little playtime. This guy is crazy. I fucking love it. He jokingly asked if we could play on my front patio and what do you think I said? It is around 5 PM so it is still light out plus people are driving home from work. Some of my clients bring out the devil in me and this guy certainly did that night. So let’s see, I tied him to the patio railing and did clothes pin play. He is hard core and can take a lot, but what I love most is that we laugh through most of the session. I felt like I was a kid playing with the boy down the street. There are cars driving by, he is butt naked on my front patio and I am covering his balls with clothes pins.

He is into golden showers so after removing the clothes pins, I tell him to lie down on the patio and I pee all over him. Cars still driving by. Your Mistress is loosing it. But I was having so much fun. I ran to the front of the house in nothing but my thigh high boots to grab the hose and just as I grab the hose a couple walks by with their dogs. The see me, slow down and start laughing. Needless to say, they came back around for a second glimpse in about 30 minutes walking suspiciously slow past my house. We did so many wild things, I cannot recall what came next, but at some point he was on all fours and his balls were tied to the patio railing, at another point, we got a little braver and stood on the patio steps so I could enjoy some public ass worship. Keep in mind, everyone and their mother is coming home from work and cars keep slowing down. It is a miracle no one ran off the road.

The finale was the two of us walking to the driveway where his rental was parked. I fingered his ass and made him jerk off on the hood of the car. I guess thrifty had a little surprise waiting for them when the car was returned. I hope they washed the car well. My hot body builder will be returning next week, so I am more than certain I will have more deviant behavior from the two of us to report.

After this session, I picked a friend up at the airport. This is another slut who loves to push the envelope and I really pushed it that night. Okay, so he wants to be tied up and abandoned, but I have other plans. So I prepare him for the night. Sensory deprivation hood, vibrating dildo in ass, electrical cock straps, nipple clamps, a leather corset around his waist and hands tied to the corset (loose so he can escape easily if necessary), a metal collar around his neck, leather straps on ankles and lots of metal chains. Everything is safety proof. One major aspect to BDSM is safety. The visuals give the look and feel of extreme bondage, but honestly, extreme bondage can be very risky. So my slut looked incredible. I could have stood there all night admiring my work. But he was safe and able to escape within minutes if necessary. 

I called up my friend Cheryl and told her there was something she needed to see. Cheryl knows me all to well by now, so she comes over knowing that she will see something shocking. She stood in the room for a few minutes with her mouth wide open and then started laughing. My slut later told me she had a nice laugh. After that, I headed out to a bar for a drink. I have a boy toy, dumb as shit but cute and he does what I tell him. We had a drink and then I told him he would be going back to my house to fuck me on the spanking bench while my slut listened. At first he hesitated but when he saw the serious look in my eyes, he had no other choice but to agree. We go back to the dungeon and I start torturing the slut. My boy toy is laughing and telling me which areas of the cock I should torture. He was really getting into it. 

I untie my slut’s hands, put lube on his cock and pull out the spanking bench. Now my slut has a sensory deprivation hood on so he cannot see, he can only hear loud noises. Fortunately, I am a loud fuck. I am on the spanking bench getting fucked from behind and I am yelling and moaning. The slut starts to jerk his cock. I see my boy toy smile in the mirror while he fucks me and watches my slut jerk off. What a whore! I can pick ‘em. I told the boy toy to cum on the slut’s chest, but he got a little excited and came on my ass the minute the condom came off. That’s the trouble with boys. No timing. The funny part is, on the drive back to the airport, my slut asked if the boy toy came on him and I said “No, he came all over my ass and now my ass is crusty.” I think he got another hard on at that.

But here is the best tale. Are you ready? Oh, the Mistress has been so naughty. I have this client/ friend who is really fun to hang out with and talk to. His wife was out of town, so I went over for some fun. We had a great time and decided to meet again only this time I invited a friend who was interested in domination. The plan was for her to help me. Unfortunately, my girlfriend loves big cocks. Holy shit! I had no idea the night would turn into fuck fest 2008. It starts off so harmlessly. Well, he fixed us drinks. Maybe he should not have done that. I whip out my flogger and nipple clamps and before I turn around I hear a soft and sweet voice say, “Becky, do you have a condom. I really want to suck his cock.” Surprised, I quickly turn around and see my girlfriend on all fours on the bed and the guy standing before her with his fat, hard cock inches from her face. What the fuck? I came here to dominate. But I am flexible, so I went with it. I think it is good to be accommodating.

She starts sucking his cock, I start flogging her back and she responds in the most sensual way I have ever seen an individual respond to the flogger. She arches her back, comes up for air goes back down. This goes on for a while until she decides to take her panties off. Let me just say, my panties get wet, there is a spot. Her panties needed to be thrown in the dryer. I am not kidding. I could not fucking believe how wet her panties where. In fact, the client suggested throwing them in the dryer. Mother of God! Now she is on her back getting fucked. My pussy is right above her face and she is playing with my tits while I make out with the guy. Next, she is on all fours and I am underneath pinching her nipples and watching his cock slide in and out of her pussy, balls slapping her clit. I wish each of you could have been there with me.

I do not know how, but we broke the fucking bed. We had to pick the king size mattress up and throw it on the floor. I am not joking people. We broke the mother fucking bed. Mattress on the floor, I am ass fucking him, he has electrical cock straps on, my girlfriend is kissing him and teasing the head of his cock and the I hear her say, “Cum all over my tits.” He looses it and shoots all over her tits. We take a shower together and I go out to the Glenwood for drinks. My girlfriend joins me with her girlfriend, we all end up making out in the booth and I spot my boy toy. My girlfriend got fucked, but I did not. The pressures of always being in charge. I made my boy toy take me into the Glenwood bathroom and fuck me. What a crazy week!

That is just a few of the tales from my past few weeks. I am going to try really hard to write something 4 to 5 times a week because you sluts are missing out on a ton of kink. I have been all over the spectrum: sensual, hot sessions to hard core corporal to crazy mini sex parties to extreme slut play like tonight’s session. It is almost midnight. I do not know if I have the energy to write my latest adventure, but I will get to it tomorrow. Tonight was wild. There is a new woman I play with and she brings out the worst in me. I let her fuck me with a strap on tonight and we made the submissive lick it clean. I love this chick. She is off the hook and we are bad news together. She works a full time job and goes to college, so her hours are limited, but if you are a regular and would like a double, please ask me about her. I have played with many women but this one is the best. We are trouble outside of sessions and trouble during sessions. You have to be a regular though. 

Alright, I have to get up tomorrow and vote. I have a new tax plan I would like to purpose: tax breaks for everyone in every bracket as long as the spend the extra money on Rikka and her deranged friends. I can put your money to better use than Uncle Sam. Rubber sheets, sex swings, all sorts of leather products, electrical gadgets and of course, boots, boots, and more boots. This is all our great nation needs. Fuck the economy. Give me a strap on and I can correct all that ails you. So here is to a new future and may it be bright and prosperous. If not, let’s all put our funds together, buy an island and be kinky and free until we die. We can hire a midget to scream “Da plane, da plane!” every time visitors arrive.