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Hello slaves, sluts and fans.

 

A new section to my website will be released early next week. It is called Dirty Details. You will find the link to it next to my blog and links tab at the top of my website.

 

Dirty Details will have more information about your favorite Mistress. The Dungeon, Couples, BDSM Myths, Types of BDSM and Reviews. Training Seminars will be coming later.

 

If you haven’t noticed, my gallery has changed. Check it out and let me know what you think.

 

And I have a request. I would like you to send me your fantasies and if I like them, I will write and erotic tale just for you. Maybe I will even use your fantasy in a session. So let me know what you are thinking. Think of it this way: when you stop learning, you get old and when you stop fantasizing you dry up. So do not dry up. Share your creative thoughts so we can all stay wet.

 

And visit my website next week to see the new addition.

 

Mistress Rikka 

Atlanta’s Number One Dominatrix

Erotic fantasy only. All events and characters are fictional.

 

Wet Pussy Over Hard Cock

 

We all need a little encouragement every now and then. He was so scared. Uncertain if he could please his Mistress the way she wanted to be pleased. He had never done anything like this before and she promised she would move slowly. Every time he visits her, he does not know if someone else will be there. She threatens and then nothing. Is she tormenting him on purpose?

 

He has thought of little else but her request since she first mentioned it months ago. Will it happen this time? If so, what will she force him to do? He is starting to think she is enjoying the anxiety and fear she has created in him. As well as the growing fantasy she has planted. Otherwise, why would she wait so long? And tease all the time. It is all she talks about and still she always says next time. But next time has not happened and yet he still lives in the constant fear of when it will happen.

 

He arrives to find no one there but her and lets out a sigh of relief. She usually threatens the minute he arrives, but today she is oddly quiet. Maybe she is tired. She has very little to say as she leads him back to her dungeon. She simply asks him to strip, put on a blindfold and lie down on the bondage bed. It is so unlike her. He wonders if he has angered her.

 

As he slides the blindfold on, he notices the strangest smile on her face. Today she looks wicked. She always has something up her sleeve but today is somehow different. He cannot quite figure out the emotion or meaning behind her smile and it unnerves him. What is she planning?

 

At first, she does not touch him. She just walks around the room. What is she doing? Again, it very unlike his Mistress to be so indifferent. What has gotten into his Mistress today? Her mood is changed. She seems preoccupied. And then he realizes what is going on. He can hear someone moving in the next room. His wait is finally over and his fear and anxiety suddenly returns.

 

She quickly ties his hands above his head. “Is someone here?” he asks. “Hush. What have we been talking about for months? Do you think I have another cock in the room? And if I do, what are you going to do about it? I have removed your clothing from the room. Are you going to leave naked without your wallet or car keys? I don’t think so.” She laughs and begins to tease his cock. To his surprise, he is already hard. It is amazing what fear can do to a man. He is terrified by her request and yet more aroused than he has been in years.

 

The door opens. His blindfold is still on. He understands why she has done this. To actually see what is happening, what his Mistress will force him to do, would be too much for him. He had never once fantasized about this until she planted the seed. It happened so innocently and it has now consumed his every thought, every fantasy.

 

“I had an incredibly hot session the other day,” she told him. “Two men sucked each other off for me while I played with myself. I think I would like to see you sucking a cock for me.” And that was all. No questions, no comments. Just a simple statement. From that point forward, every time they met she would say “Maybe someone is coming over today. A little friend. Are you willing to do anything to please your Mistress? I hope so. Today might be they day.” It went on for months. At first he was hesitant and thought he could never go through with it, but the more she teased, the more that seed grew. And now, she is no longer teasing and he has no idea if he is ready. But it is too late. The Mistress always gets what she wants.

 

And so the events unfold and he has no choice in the matter. No free will. He can only obey. He can only please her. As scared as he is, she never jokes and always gets her way. And as scared as he is, this seed his Mistress has planted has worked its way deep into his psyche and has become part of his fantasies. A powerful part. She has that effect on him. She can say something off handedly and suddenly it becomes part of him. The extent of her control astounds him. He is nothing more that a piece of clay that she molds with her every word, every touch and every sensation.

 

This is all he can remember. Like a dream, he flowed helplessly along. His unconscious controlling him and she is now his unconscious mind.

 

He lies on his back, blindfold on. He can feel her hands teasing his cock and he can hear her words. “Straddle his face. Make him suck your balls,” she says to her cock slave and without thought, his thoughts are hers now, he blindly reaches up, opens his mouth, takes the slave’s balls in both hands and sucks.

 

How long, he does not know. All sorts of sensations. His Mistress speaks but he does not hear her words. Only the meaning behind the words. “You will suck cock for me today. You will please me. You now belong to me.” There is movement in the room and suddenly he is alone, but he never comes to his senses. He is in a dream. The Mistress’s dream. He moves along with her every command.

 

Blindfold off. His eyes focus on the room around him. He feels so dizzy and everything is blurred. In the distance he hears a voice calling him. “Look at my ass slave. What’s under my ass slave? You know what to do slave. I have been training you unknowingly for months.” Her words penetrate him and he drops to his knees and crawls toward her ass. A cock is under her ass. This is how she encourages him, tempts him, influences him. Her ass is the bait. In a dreamlike state, he opens his mouth and freezes. It is like jumping off a cliff into an unknown darkness. Only she can push him over the edge. A hand on the back of his head gives him the push this puppet needs.

 

She straddles her cock slave and he kisses her breasts while the Mistress takes one hand behind her to force her slave to suck for her. His forehead against her ass, he is in a trace. Reality has left his body and now she controls every move. He is falling off that cliff into her world and everything that once belonged to him is forever lost.

 

“Would you like wet pussy over hard cock?” she suddenly asks. He is so far into her dream world that her words barely register. So he waits for her to move him into the next dream segment. Swinging her legs around, the Mistress lifts his head up and spreads her legs wide above the slave cock’s hard prick. “You will smell your Mistress’s pussy while sucking cock,” and with that his head is forced back down. Meat throbbing in his throat, he can hear moaning. Moaning as the Mistress pleasures her self and moaning as the cock slave is pleasured. He is just a plaything in her dream. And as she cums, he is temporarily slapped back into reality with the taste of her wet pussy dripping over hard cock. He wants that taste to stay on his lips and in his mouth forever.

 

His head is on the floor. Eyes closed, he feels as if he is floating. This is not the man the world sees. That man has left his body and something, someone else has taken control of the steering wheel. He can do nothing other than lie on the floor waiting for his next command.

 

Uncertain of how long he has been in this position, he slowly lifts his head and opens his eyes. The dream has continued without him and he is wakened from his slumber by sounds of sex. The first thing he sees is the Mistress’s boots. She towers above him and looks down at the heap of pathetic flesh on the floor. Laughing at his vulnerable state, she asks again “Would you like wet pussy over hard cock?” Confused, he sits up and looks around the room.

 

A dark haired woman with a blindfold and gag is ridding the cock slave’s cock. Her arms are bound behind her. “Go lick her ass and wait for my next instruction.” Again, without thought, he crawls helplessly across the floor to the bondage bed and begins to lick the slave girl’s ass. More wet pussy over hard cock.

 

He can smell their sex. He can feel the wetness of her pussy drip on his chin. He falls deeper and deeper. Off the cliff. Into the Mistress’s dream. Into her unconscious mind which is now his unconscious mind. And while he floats, taking in the taste of the slave girl’s ass and the smell of sex all around him, a final thrust and collective moan are felt and heard in the distance and he slowly stops and waits. Waits for his final instructions.

 

The Mistress had threatened eating cum for months now and as the slave girl’s arms are untied, and she rolls over on her back and spreads her legs wide, he knows where he will be eating the cum from. His Mistress has trained him unknowingly. All of these months, planting the seeds. She no longer needs to instruct him. That is what she has been doing from the first day they met. He thought they were only stories, threats, teases. It was all training. She has conditioned his mind like Pavlov’s dogs and he reacts without thought to the suggestion. He licks the slave girl’s pussy and eats all of the cum. 

Erotic fantasy only. All events and characters are fictional.

 

Keep It Going Mistress

 

“Keep it going Mistress. Keep it going,” he pleads. “Keep me on the edge. I want to beg Mistress. Make me beg.”

 

That edge of pleasure, pain, torment and teasing. The edge of madness. The edge of total loss of control.

 

Arms in the air hanging onto a bar above his head, balls tied to a notch on a board. He won’t be going anywhere.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

Biting nipples, thighs rub against his hard cock. He bends forward to kiss the back of her neck.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

Ass pressing against cock. Nipple clamps on. Vibrator to the tips of the nipples. One hand teasing the head. Vibrator on cock. Teeth on nipples.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

Cane to cock. Lightly. Blood rushes to the surface. Teasing. Prickly brush on head. Moaning. More teasing. Almost to the edge.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

Nipple clamps off. Sensitive now. Pinching biting. Teasing that cock. Light flogging to the nipples, the cock, the ass. Nails glide up and down his flesh sending shivers all around. Balls tight and pulled. Helpless to the sensations she is creating.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

Sitting in chair. Cock and balls trapped. Breasts in face. Sucking. Nipple clamps return. Vibrator returns. Violent Wand. Electricity to the head. More teasing. He must stay hard. Pleasure and pain. Perfect balance.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

She bends over exposing her ass. An ass he longs to worship, but is just out of reach. Soon. Maybe.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

Standing again. Nipple clamps off. Whipping all tender body parts. Just enough for an erotic sting. Nothing more, nothing less. The perfect amount, then more teasing.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

On the floor, in the smothering box. She sits above him. Just out of reach but he can still see and smell. Her wet pussy drips on his forehead as she begins to play with herself.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

Electrical cock straps. He feels fingers, electrical fingers, moving up and down his shaft. Looking up at her pussy, her ass, he stretches his tongue out, desperate for a taste. Too far. The teasing is more than he can bare, yet he still mutters…

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

Rewarded. Licking the Mistress’s vibrator clean, he fills his mouth with her taste.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

On his back, hands restrained, nipples pinched, cock teased. Softy at first, Faster, harder. Ruthlessly. On the edge. Stop.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

Vibrating butt plug in. Deep inside. More intense now. Again. Softy then faster, harder. Ruthlessly. On the edge again. Stop. How much more can he take?

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

Balls tied. Base of cock tied. She intends on keeping him in this state for a very long time. No mercy. Head of cock tormented without sympathy. So sensitive now.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

On the edge. Stop. On the edge. Stop. On the edge. Stop. On the edge. Stop.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

He cannot stop moaning. Begging. His body shakes. When will it end? How much more can he take? How long will she tease? The smile has not left her face since he entered the room. She has full control over him and knows it. Delights in it. His body, his mind, his orgasm. It all belongs to her. She is enjoying herself too much and he now understands, she can keep him in this helpless state for as long as she pleases.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

Again and again. He looks up at her. She coolly smiles back and he lies his head down accepting his fate. He has no control in the situation. He is so close. So close that his entire body trembles. He cannot focus. He cannot think. She has taken him over completely.

 

“Keep it going Mistress.”

 

He tries to control himself, but she is now in charge. She has always been in charge. Now she is laughing. He can feel his cock throbbing. The cum rising to the surface. He knows he should not cum without her permission, but his body no longer belongs to him. He tries to regain the slightest amount of control. Useless. She laughs at him. Tease and stop. Tease and stop. Tease and stop. He cannot take it any more. Balls and cock tied tightly, even that cannot hold him back. And she just laughs and laughs.

 

“Mistress, I cannot control myself. I cannot control….”

Fantasy erotica only. Events and characters are fictional. 

 

The Four Seasons

 

Vivaldi plays. The Four Seasons. He is stripped down. Blindfolded. Arms above head, bound to a wooden bar. Legs spread. The Mistress stands behind him. Shaking, vulnerable, not knowing what comes next. He feels her hot breath on the back of his neck. Nails. Lips, Tongue. Relaxing, he tilts his head back taking in more of her sensual touch. Leaving him for a minute. Where? A hand on his cock. He shivers with the new sensation. Teasing. Something prickly. More teasing. Light slapping. Blood rushes in. “Pour the wine,” she says softly. Who is she talking to? Him? The blind fold is removed.

 

Spring

 

Slowly, he turns. The Mistress stands before him. Someone is behind her. He sees a figure but cannot make out who it is. He thought they were alone. She takes the person’s hand and brings them into the light. A young woman. Blond. Light skin. Blue eyes. Pink lips with a bashful smile. She wears a black dress that hangs down past her knees. A white ruffled collar around her neck. Conservative. What does she look like underneath that dress? Beautiful face, but he can see no more.  

 

Allegro

 

A wine glass in her other hand. “Do you like?” the Mistress asks her slave pointing to the slave girl. He can only nod. Turning to the slave girl, she whispers something in her ear. She takes a sip of wine. “Now kiss him,” she orders. The slave girl slowly approaches and kisses the slave. He opens his mouth and warm red wine spills in. He swallows every drop. He can taste the sweetness of her lip gloss. Cherry. Shyly, she smiles and lowers her head and waits for her instructions.

 

Largo e  pianissimo sempre

 

“You will undress my beautiful slave girl,” she says to the slave taking the glass of wine from her slave girl. The Mistress sits in a red chair, legs crossed, sipping wine and carefully watching her slave as he unbuttons the back of the slave girl’s dress. Without a word, she raises her arms high and he slides the dress up and off of her. Arms down, he hears her giggle. “Thank him,” the Mistress says to the slave girl. A gentle whisper, “Thank you,” followed by a quick kiss on his cheek. He looks at the slave girl up and down. A black lace top, small but perfect breasts visible underneath the fabric. Little girl panties with ruffles in the back. The bottom of her ass is fully exposed. Round, tight, beautiful. Stockings with a black line running from her ankles, up her calves, thighs and almost touching her ass. A garter belt with little pink roses. She is the most heavenly female slave he has ever seen.

 

Danza Pastorale (Allegro)

 

The Mistress stands and tells the slave girl to pour her some more wine. “And now for your instructions,” the Mistress says to the slave. He was watching, completely hypnotized, the slave girl cross the room towards the bottle of wine. His head quickly swings around, at attention, when the Mistress spoke. “Yes Mistress,” he meekly replies. “You will be my little helper tonight. You will first please me and then you will dominate my slave girl under my guidance. Do you understand?” she asks. “Yes Mistress,” he eagerly replies. “With each completed task, you will receive a reward. So let’s begin.” 

 

Summer

 

This Mistress is on all fours on the bondage table. “You will kneel and press your cock against my ass. The slave girl will place that glass of wine on my back and you will massage my back and ass without spilling the glass of wine. But you must keep my cock pressed against my ass the entire time.” He recognizes that this is a difficult task and wonders what sort of reward he will be denied if he fails. With careful hands, he begins to massage the Mistress. His cock grows hard against her ass and she presses back. The wine glass shakes and with one hand he catches it in time. A snicker from the slave girl. She removes her top exposing her breasts and fully erect nipples. He must concentrate. He must get to the reward, whatever it is. At last, the Mistress says “You have pleased me. Now it is time for your reward.”

 

Allegro non molto

 

It is the slave girl on all fours now. “You have my permission to kiss and caress this slave’s beautiful ass. Proceed,” the Mistress commands. Slowly, he approaches her ass. He can smell her pussy. So delicious. The Mistress slides her hand between the slave girl’s thighs and says “Her pussy is so wet already.” The slave girl still wears her panties, so he kisses all around the ruffles wondering if her will be allowed more.

 

Adagio - Presto

 

“You will remove her panties now,” the Mistress tells her slave. The slave girl remains on all fours while he slides her panties down. Over her ass, along her thighs and calves until her shoes slide through. The Mistress places a butt plug on the bed next to her slave. “Do you know what to do with that?” she asks. The slave nods. “Yes Mistress.” “Very gently. Do not hurt my property. She is a tender young thing and we must be gentle with her,” she instructs. Slowly, he takes a finger and plays with her ass before inserting the toy.

 

Presto

 

Standing above the slave girl, he uses one finger to push the butt plug in and out and another finger to play with her wet pussy. The Mistress has a vibrator in her hand. She turns it on. “Now take that finger rubbing her clit and put it in your mouth,” she orders. As he sucks her pussy juices off of his finger, the Mistress places the vibrator on the slave girls clit and holds it there until she cums. Liquid flows out of her. “You see how she squirts,” the Mistress says above the slave girl’s moans. “Dip your fingers in and taste.”

 

Autumn

 

“You have another task to complete,” the Mistress says to her slave while he still licks the cum off his fingers. “You will shave my pussy while the slave girl makes me cum. If you do not shave me properly or the slave girl does not make me cum, you will not receive your reward. Do you understand?” she asks. “Yes Mistress.” On her back, legs spread wide, he looks down at his Mistress’s beautiful pussy and begins to cover her lips in shaving cream with his hands. The Mistress moans when the slave girl touches her. Concentrating, he begins to shave while the Mistress’s hips thrust up and down. Shaving. He must finish before she cums. He must do it correctly. He must please his Mistress. Almost finished, she cums. The slave girl moves her fingers back and forth along the Mistress’s clit until she cums and when she is finished, the slave begins to wipe the cream away so the Mistress can inspect her shaved pussy.

 

Allegro

 

“You have passed again. Now fill that glass with wine and stick your cock into the glass,” she says. Confused, he does as she says and waits with his cock in the red wine. The slave girl is now on her knees before him. “Let my slave girl lick the wine off of my cock.” The slave girl’s mouth opens wide and as he removes his cock from the wine glass, her warm, soft lips slide around it.

 

Adagio molto

 

The slave girl lies on her back, naked and spread out before him. He is given another task. To fuck the slave girl with a dildo and make her cum again for the Mistress. He gently slides the 10 inch cock inside of her tight wet pussy and waits for her to get used to its size. Slowly, he is ordered to fuck her. Very slowly and gently at first. At last she is comfortable with the length and girth and she begins to thrust and beg to be fucked harder. Harder. She is going to cum. Harder please, harder.

 

Allegro

 

And at last she cums. Her body moves as if in convulsions. The Mistress is sitting down in her red chair, sipping her wine and enjoying the show. He slides the dildo out and it is dripping wet. The slave girls head falls to one side and she closes her eyes. Exhausted, she lies there helpless. “Lightly kiss and suck her nipples while she rests. We will need her in a few minutes. Go care for her until she is ready,” the Mistress orders. She sits and watches her two slaves when Winter arrives. Vivaldi’s last season. The final act.

 

Winter

 

And now it is the slave is on his back. “You will take my strap on. This is your last test and last reward. So far you have not failed me and I know you will not fail me now.” She stands at the end of the bondage bed with a cock hanging down. It looks too large, but he desperately wants to please his Mistress. He will not fail her. The slave girl stands to the side of the bed, watching and waiting. As the Mistress mounts her prey, the slave girl begins to tease the him. Stroking his cock, fingers run along his chest, she tries to relax him. Prepare him. He must take the Mistress’s cock. And at last he does.

 

Allegro non molto

 

As the Mistress’s cock slides into him, he sees the Mistress nod in the slave girl’s direction. Without a word, one leg swings around him, she pulls herself onto the bed and her as sits just inches from his face. A glance back, the slave girl smiles and he knows he has received his another reward. He begins to lick her ass. The Mistress continues to fuck and he continues to lick.

 

Largo

 

“Cum on my tits,” the slave girl says. Her ass is still in his face but she leans over and strokes his cock begging for his cum on her tits. “Come on them. I want you to cum all over them.” He can feel her firm breasts rubbing up and down his cock. He can hardly stand it any longer. Cock in ass, ass on face and tits on cock. He opens his mouth wide and begins to moan.

 

Allegro

 

And as he moans, mouth wide open, he cums and cums and while cumming he tastes red wine. The Mistress has poured red wine down the slave girls back and it has landed in his mouth. The final reward.

It has been a great two days for the Mistress. About a week ago I had one of the worst sessions in my life, so I have been in desperate need of something really good. I did a double with Julia Steele and the guy was a mega prick. Total control freak. He tried to dictate everything from our outfits, to the way we walked, and even the way we held implements. It does not offend me when people make requests or share fantasies. In fact, I like that, but this guy was controlling to the point of insult. He was showing Julia how to hold and swing a cane, (can you believe it?), and she finally glared at him and said, “Are you kidding me?” After he left, Julia told me that she almost asked him to leave. I wish she had. It was her client and her home, so it would have been inappropriate for me to tell him to get out. I told Julia that this guy needed to hire two bimbo’s with no personality or mind. He would have been much happier bossing empty shells around than two very strong willed dominant women. 

 

Fortunately, I rarely have bad sessions so I generally stay excited and charged about my work, but it is amazing how one bad experience can take the wind right out of me. I really needed something fun this week and fun was handed to me on a silver platter. Two silver platters actually. 

 

The first “get me back in the saddle and loving BDSM again” session happened yesterday. It was a new client so I was skeptical, but we chatted on the phone, he seemed very friendly and I agreed to see him. Thankfully, because I was planning on taking most of the week off. 

 

He shows up and was nervous but within 5 minutes, I realized we had great chemistry. What is chemistry? I think it is the way two people respond to each other. This was his first experience, so he was only into sensual domination and that was exactly what I needed. I enjoy the crazier sessions, but the sensual sessions seem to balance and recharge me. I am obviously a highly sensual woman and although I express my sensuality in every session, sometimes it takes a lesser role while control and dominance takes on the main role. That’s fine, but sometimes I just want to be sexy. There is a song called “Just Let Me Be a Woman” and that’s what sensual sessions do for me. It is not that I am not a woman during my more dominant sessions, but the dominant sessions have a very different feminine sexuality feel to them. The sensual sessions take away the pressure of maintaining constant control, and I know most of you are in constant control throughout the day, so you can appreciate the fact that sometimes I just want to relax and “roll” with the vibes. 

 

My newbie and I are really getting into each other. I love to tease and nothing pleases me more than an amazing response to my teasing. Flattery will get you everywhere with me. He tells me I am a dangerous woman and I know exactly what he means by this. He is slowly beginning to relax and get into that zone of letting go and enjoying the moment. Vulnerable. Completely stripped bare of inhibitions and utterly free. And the more he responds to my advances, the more I respond to him. It is like dancing in perfect step with each other.

 

I will not bore you with all of the details, although I am more than certain you wish I would, but I will describe one of the highlights for you. It is a given that tease and denial ranks number one in my book. One of my teasing games is coming in close and barely brushing lips. I love “tease kissing”. It leaves a sense of great longing and wanting. One of my biggest peeves is when the teased tries kissing me back. They completely miss the experience of the subtle and powerful tease. “I just want to feel those lips against mine, but I cannot have it.” Some spoil the moment of lust and yearning with instant gratification. My newbie was right on point with the power of wanting yet not obtaining. Gazing into his eyes, I would slowly move in, lips parted, lightly brush against his lips before moving away. He would gasp and say “I am trying so hard to behave myself.” And that’s it right there. “I want you so badly but I am not going to take you.” It is maddening. Deliciously and wonderfully maddening. This is how you create passion. If everything was handed to you, you would not find passion. It is passion that people miss in their lives. Taking and taken for granted, the passion is lost. Passion is longing. Passion is in the mystery. Passion is in the tease. In this session, I was able to create passion and as a result, felt an overwhelming sense of passion within myself. 

 

Today, I was recharged after my horrific experience with Mr. “I want to control my pro dommes.” I received a call from an old playmate who I have not seen in a year and I cannot describe how excited I was to be re-aquatinted with this kinky bastard. I was finally in the mood for sensual, controlling, dirty and nasty BDSM slut play. We started out slowly so I could get in touch with my dominant side again. Mr. Control did not take that away from me. He just burnt me out because I had to exert an enormous amount of control over someone who clearly had no desire to be controlled or dominated. My sensual session energized me and I was ready to rock.

 

Because I loved the kissing game so much, we started with some highly intimate and erotic torture kissing teasing, sensual cock tease, light nipple biting and sexy breast and ass worship. As soon as I heard “I have missed you,” I was wet and back in the game and ready for fun. Tied up, the tease and denial steadily increased. The best part was his reactions. His reactions made me want to tease him all the more. I understand that some people take a long time to warm up and let go, but try to see it my way. I am teasing and tormenting you and you just stand there. I don’t know what is going on with you or where to go from there. I am teasing and tormenting you, and you respond, good or bad. Now I know what is going on with you and where to go. I start going in the right direction per your reaction and what happens to me? I am beyond turned on. And what happens to you? You start going out of your mind. Getting into the zone and letting go.

 

It is funny that some many people, including pro dommes, think that being a dominant is all about taking and doing whatever you want. Yes, we have fantasy roles, but I promise you, the best submissive/ dominant exchanges are 50/50. It is a constant give and take. One person may be committing the acts, but the active person does not receive gratification until the inactive person reacts. Submissives have just as much power over me as I do them, just in an inactive yet responsive way. If you want me to have fun during our sessions, just let go and respond freely. Good or bad, I know where to go. I am a natural dominant and I know how to get to the good place and once we get there together, the experience will be amazingly intense for both of us.

 

My old playmate ended up on all fours with me teasing his asshole. Very slowly. Just rubbing the outside. Nothing inserted. Like honey, I wanted our time to drip by and I wanted his desire to be taken by me to slowly build until he could not stand it any longer. I do not know how much time passed. With every caress, his back arched lower and ass tilted higher. Still, no insertion. He began to beg through moaning. There is nothing more primal than non-verbal expressions and grunts. Moans, grunts and facial expressions were our first forms of communication and to this day non verbal expression are universal. I knew it was time. I would have used a strap on but I craved a more intimate exchange. Using my fingers allows me to feel the orgasm. There is something about human contact. A dildo will never replace a flesh. I love strap on play, but it leaves me detached. I cannot feel the orgasm. I cannot feel the prostate getting hard and pressing down. I can see the cum, but that’s all. I wanted to be part of his orgasm, to feel it happening, to feel what I was doing and how I was controlling him.

 

Still on all fours, his balls tied down so he could not escape me, I fucked his ass with one finger while teasing his cock and balls. I could feel every part of his body reacting to me. Think about that for a minute. His body, inside and out, is reacting to me and what I am doing to him. What a rush. Yes, it is a power rush. But it is also a power exchange. We both have the opportunity to live our fantasies, to fully enjoy ourselves and to embrace our kinkier sexuality. When he finally came, I felt like I was cumming too. I didn’t even touch myself during the session. I had my cat suit on the entire time, yet I felt like I had had an orgasm through his orgasm. 

 

Mr. Control Freak will never know what it is like to let go and have an experience like that one. Intense passion and longing. Many people order and take, and they will never understand or know the power of letting go. These sessions were similar yet different. One was strictly sensual and the other involved kinkier sides to BDSM such as cock and ball bondage, nipple clamps and slut play. But both men had the courage to let go, relax, respond and enjoy themselves. That is what makes me enjoy my sessions. That is what gets the Mistress wet.

 

 

Here are two questions for my clients/ submissives:

 

1. Why do you come to see me? 

 

2. How do you feel after you see me?

 

Feel free to ask me questions as well.

I love playing with couples. I can not describe to you how exciting it is when couples come to visit me. It adds a whole new element to the play. Pro Dommes obviously do not have sex during sessions, so when I get two hot people in my dungeon who want to be dominated and always want to suck and fuck for me, well I fucking love it. It must be the voyeur in me.

 

I was supposed to have a couple come visit me last week. Remember Veronica from the bukkaki party? She was coming back with a friend and we were planning on dominating her friend. She was going to sit on his face while I fucked him with a strap on. We were both going to give him a golden shower. Oh, and I invited one of my male subs over to service her any way she desired. It fell through. Damn travel plans. I was heart broken as you can imagine. Hopefully they will reschedule soon and I will have a hot tale for you. But the Mistress is excited once again.

 

I received a call from the Heavenly Ass couple and I hope they are going to tell me they will be returning soon. They are my favorite couple. Fun and sexy. This guy’s wife is so fucking hot. I still recall the first day they came to my home. I was expecting an average looking couple and when this woman stepped out of the car all I could think was “I cannot believe my luck!”

 

She is submissive to him and we both dominate her. I always fuck her with a strap on and do some nipple play and flogging. But I love getting input from my imaginative submissives, so I have a task for each of you.

 

If you were a fly on the wall, what sort of things would you like to see your Mistress do with a beautiful, sexy submissive woman? I want some creative answers. If I like your answer and they come back to play, I will not only use your suggestions, but I will also write all about it on my blog along with a special thank you to the sub/ subs who came up with the idea.

 

Get to work little sluts!

 

What is it about the loss of control that is a major driving force in domination? Are we looking for balance in our lives when we crave a partial or total loss of control? Is submission a natural part of our sexual desires? When I ask my clients what they desire from me, I hear very similar answers: I don’t want to think, I want a beautiful woman to take charge, I want to loose myself, I want to be helpless, powerless, totally controlled. But why would this be? And again, the answers are all very similar: I am in control all day, the stress of responsibilities and work makes me want someone else to think for me at the end of the day. So is it balance? Balance of daily life and balance of sexual exchanges? Or is there something else behind the desire of being controlled by another person?

 

This weekend I had the opportunity to control another person via phone. He bought a “pay as you go” phone for me and I instructed him to turn the phone on vibrate and place it in his pants next to his cock. This weekend, his cock belonged to me and the phone was my leash. I had to come up with creative ways to “control” my cock. I would ring him 30 or more times in a row throughout the day without leaving a message. I would leave a message giving him various instructions to be completed within an exact time frame. He was told to call me back once the task was completed at a specific time such as 5:43 or 7:13. One minute late meant punishment. Sometimes I would give him 3 or 4 specific times to call me back within the hour just so he would be consumed with only thoughts of me for the entire hour. Sometimes I would ignore him for a few hours further to torment him. With the “leash” next to my cock, he waits and waits for my call yet nothing happens. Kind of makes me giggle.

 

I have to admit it has been a fun game for me, but what is interesting is the comments he leaves on my phone. “I could get nothing done today because of thoughts about you, I am so distracted, I feel completely powerless, your control is overwhelming.” Why would he want this? 

 

For me, the thrill of control is watching the affect I have over another human. In a very positive way, of course. I would never get off on really hurting or humiliating another human. There is something powerfully positive about BDSM. I cannot explain what it is, but it seems to bring out a side in people that is free and liberated. Free of judgment, free of pressures and restraints. I have the opportunity to see a side of people that even their closest friends and lovers will never see. The thrill of control for me is pushing buttons and limits and bringing out the playful and fun and devious and naughty side of people. Why do I get off on positive control? I am firmly convinced that I was born this way. Ask any of my childhood friends or high school boyfriends. Or better yet, my teachers. I was always in trouble for talking my classmates into doing something they shouldn’t do and then stepping back to watch things unfold. Harmless things that pushed limits. 

 

Anyway, my cock slave was instructed to get a zip lock bag which he will hold on to until further instructions. I think we all know what the zip lock bag is for. He was to call me at a specific time once he obtained the zip lock bag. On the dot, he called breathless saying that I did not give him much time and he was just leaving the store with a box of zip lock bags. I could hear the pleasure in his voice. Whatever he was doing at the time was put on hold, he was forced out of his house and to the store with little time to spare. He got off on the control and I got off on his excitement. 

 

As I write this, he has been instructed to call me three times within the next hour to beg for my permission to cum. I may or may not answer the phone. Between you and I, I will not be answering that phone. If he successfully completes his task, he will be receiving another string of tormenting calls before I decide what to do next. One of the joys of this type of play is I never know what I will do next. That is all part of the adventure. In fact, after writing this, I left a message saying that if he called me back in 30 seconds, he would be granted my permission to cum. Impossible task. Naturally he did not call me back in 30 seconds and we both enjoyed every minute of his suffering. 

 

But back to the question of control: Why do we crave control on certain occasions? Most people prefer to be in control of their lives, personal and sexual, the majority of the time but there is always a tipping point. Some people prefer to be controlled all or most of the time, but that is very rare.

 

So here are my questions for you, and I expect answers: 

1.  Is the main reason you fantasize about BDSM control and if not, what is it that attracts you to BDSM?

2. What factors in your personal life make you desire being controlled?

3. What fantasies do you have about being controlled?

4. What are you looking for when being controlled: balance, sexual fantasies, stress management, natural state of sexuality?

5. What other comments do you have about control?

 

Please share your opinions and thoughts with me. As you know, I love BDSM and am always curious about the reasons people are interested in BDSM. So share with your favorite Mistress.