It's Never Too Late to Explore Your Kinks.

      There something about BDSM and Fetishism that causes a lot of us to become instantaneously judgmental and resistant to the idea of exploraton, even though most of us who have had thoughts and desires in these areas have had them for quite some time. As I have mentioned before, I have had desires for power exchange before I even knew what that was. I just always knew men were meant to be beneath me, I knew I liked to do to them what they try to do to women, and I knew I liked to expose the feminine element in them. The longer I tried to deny these things, the more challenging my interactions with the opposite sex became, and the more I started to question what it was I really needed in my personal life to be happy. Of course society tries its damnedest to force rigid gender roles upon us all but there’s no doubting when you cannot handle fitting in them, lest you lose your mind or worse. 

    The reason I am bringing this up is, as I go into my eighth year of being a professional dominatrix, I am constantly meeting new subs and fetishists who are in the proverbial closet. I understand it isn't always safe to come out of said closet and even that some would rather keep it in the fantasy realm, but for some of the people I speak with, it is inevitable that they will eventualy want to explore and go as far as they can go. The problem is, they fight it for so long it becomes an obsession, and not necessarily a healthy obsession. The amount of males I speak to who are absolutely bi-sexual or gay is immense, but they do not plan to do anything about it. So in order to feed their need, they go behind their girlfriend or wife's back, and find men to hook up with. I wish they felt safe to express and live their truest desire, to feel comfortable as a gay male, but often times they do not. What does that say about our society, that people cannot freely be themselves for fear of rejection or worse?

    For me, I have always felt it is better to be true to yourself and to your loved ones, rather than live a life filled with inescapable secrets that cause guilt and shame and if discovered will cause severe pain or perhaps, maybe more understanding will come from the discovery. Are you 100% sure you SO will not be able to accept you? I understand that some fantasies do not necessarily need to move outside of the play space/dungeon, I really do. I just want you to ask yourself, what would be so horrible about realziing you aren't straight? What would be so horrible about owning your desire? Of course I have a lot of privilege and I am aware of that. I can be out about being pansexual and I do not fear repercussions because I live in a progressive area of the country. Not everyone has the same privilege as I and while I work everyday to release my privilege I can really only directly effect my life.

    When it comes down to it, I believe we are wired to like what we like and the majority of subs and fetishists I have played with do not have a singular experience that triggered their behavior, and they cannot actually pinpoint why they like what they like, but they certainly know what they like and how they like it. Thats not to say some have a key moment that triggered their fetish, because there are those who do. Regardless, the common factor I find with all the subs/fetishists I see, I know they have to have that in their life but they still feel very bad/wrong/judged/shamed/guilty for not wanting "normal" sex above all else. Many just go through the motions to keep up the appearance of being normal and or of average sexual preference. That doesn't stop them from exploring what they truly desire and it doesn't stop them from doing things they may or may not feel guilty about. They literally have to have it, and it definitely keeps my doors swinging open to all types of people just looking to be understood.

    Dominatrices and most sex workers create a safe space for people to explore their kinks, fetishes, and desires, but of course society doesn't alway see us as such. I have had sessions that have turned into a sub wanting to talk about the troubles they’re having in their personal life or marriage, the frustrations they feel about not being able to openly explore their fetishes, and I do my best to help share openly and honestly. On the flip side, sex workers are often blamed for spouses "straying", we're blamed for being the temptation of said spouses as if they wouldn't have those urges if we weren’t there. I cannot say that I think people should get married if they cannot be upfront with their spouses abouttheir  fantasies and fetishes and kinks... Why would you be marrying someone you don't want to see you for all that you are? And for those that aren't in a relationship, our time together allows them greater access to and freedom of thier deepest expression which I think is most excellent. We should be able to explore our fantasies as adults in a consensual experience, whether it is paid or not.... Nothing about that is bad, as far as I have seen.. Conscious exploration is applauded in most aspects, except sexuality.... like we could be humans without human sexuality? It is not something we can seperate from ourselves, but rather a part of the whole. 

If the Shoe Fits... Shove it in Their Mouth

     It's not just conjecture to say that foot fetish is the most popular fetish... it's absolutely true. Foot fetishists enjoy a variety of things about feet, and all their parts, but the fetish is often not limited to feet. Along with fetishization of various toe types, toenails, heels, arch, feet wrinkles, feet calluses, etc. many foot fetishists adore shoes, and the variety is pretty amazing, especially to someone who is not necessarily into this fetish. So many unique tastes and various fascinations with shoes, from sandals, to sneakers, to ballet flats, uggs, and of course stilettos and high heels, it can be overwhelming. I bet though if you stopped for a minute you may realize you have a thing for shoes, maybe not a full blown fetish, but definitely a love and admiration for the coveted foot coverings. From Keds to Louboutins, the varietys, brands, and stlyes of shoes seem never ending, and frankly, kind of overwhelming.

    When I have asked my shoe fetishists what aspect they specificially feel drawn to, the answer is as wide ranging as brands of shoes. I have been told a few times it was the cartoon mom/nanny in several saturday morning cartoons, where the mother was just the legs and heels, with part of her skirt in the shot and no other part of her, like in Who Framed Roger Rabbit. For others it has to do with a deep adoration for the power a woman holds when she dons these magical shoes that make her taller, legs appear longer, as grace and strength pour from her. Others love the feeling and thought of being completely walked on by women, to be compeltely objectified as if they were nothing more than a rug to be trampled, used, and eventually discarded. Some subs prefer old sneakers and Ugg's because the smell really turns them on, and they feel humiliated for liking something so taboo as stinky old shoes and boots. Yet another preference is for thick hard soles boots, boots that can be lovingly polished, and used to kick, and be kissed, and worshipped. 

    While many like a variety of experiences with feet and shoes, not all are submissive, but it's been my experience when someone is in awe of your foot apparel, it is possible to get them to do just about anything to be close to those shoes, underneath them, it truly doesn't matter which way they want them, they will be open to most things. The reason for this is because most vanilla people are very uncomfortable around feet. I think we all know at least one person who is sure feet are the most disgusting things in the world, right? While foot fetishes are super common, it is still not a mainstream fetish by far, not like boobs or something to that effect. If you are able to keep an open mind, you can have an awful lot of fun with someone who is into shoes. Of course, as a Dominatrix, I tend to spend a lot of time with male subs who want me to trample them, who want to lick the bottoms of my boots and be subject to me shoving my gorgeous stilettos down their throats. Let me tell you, it's fucking hot!

    I have always loved making men my abject pets, ready to do whatever at the snap of my fingers. It's a truly fascinating game. Before going pro, I didn't spend a lot of my personal BDSM play time dedicated to foot fetish, so it was kind of a whole new world for me, but I immediately dove into it and the psychology behind it. I didn't hesitate when a sub would ask me to walk on them no matter how much smaller they were than I. I became privy to the world of giantess fetish because of foot fetish parties, and the desire to be made to feel insignificantly small under Mistress's feet, or heels, was a common request for me. It probably had something to do with the fact I am 5'9" without heels on and about 6'2" with heels. I have always towered over males, and during my twenties had discarded many pairs of high heels for ballet flats or wedges that prevented me from towering over my insecure dates. Luckily I didn't stick with that too long, because I love heels, and heels with platforms so if I am taller than you and you cannot handle it, then that's too bad.

   It was really interesting to me how one person could see my height as a glorious thing while others were ashamed when I was taller than them, and how much of this affected not only my self awareness, but also effected what kind of shoe I would wear. Shoes have always had so much power and even when I was subconsciously aware of how they made me feel or my partner feel, I became hyper aware when someone reveled in my statuesque beauty and the additional height achieved with stilettos or platform heels. It really allowed me to experience shoe and foot fetish in a whole new light because while some people feel trapped by their insecurities, which are dictated by cultural standards of height and dominance, others revel in them and explore their subversive desires. 

The magic found in accepting our idiosyncracies is a powerful thing. And having someone literally suck off a stiletto I'm wearing, is one of my favorite things to witness... 

Lock it Up! The Joy's of Male Chastity

 When you first hear the word "chastity", you may think of a few things... a virtuous woman, a virginal woman... maybe even a medieval device used for woman to keep them "untouched" or "unspoilt". Regardless the idea of chastity or being chaste is something that is most frequently used in regards to a quality that is ideal for females to possess. I personally have never heard people talking about the value of a man being in direct realtion to his virginal behavior, unless it was to humiliate or degrade him. I guess somewhere that is a thing but for the sake of this post, chastity is traditionally something forced upon women, ultimately by men, so they will be "worthy of marriage". The women's chastity belt was just that, a belt with a metal piece that ran from the back of the waist down to between the legs and back up to the front of the waist. The area that is directly over the vulva, often had sharp bits to prevent even the slightest chance of penetration, allowing only waste out of the females body. Wearing it would often cause sores on the skin from prolonged exposure or chaffing, as the metal was quite rigid and prone to digging into the soft flesh of a womans body, not to mention potential sepsis from being unable to wash properly. 

    

    Doesn't sound like much fun to me and since it was hardly ever consensual, but rather forced, I am not a fan. I am also not a masochist or into someone else controlling my pleasure, so its definitely a 0/10 on the scale of interest. Of course you can find similar types chastity belts to purchase, on kinky websites and people use them for consensual play. Sure whatever gets you off, amirite? Now lets talk about something that is much more subversive, often taboo, and most often a topic of ridicule. A chaste male, a male who has been denied the ability to not only touch himself, but for all intents and purposes, can not even get a full erection, nor remain erect while in a male chastity device. The very idea is ripe with feelings that engender male infertility, loss of his verility, beta male, cuckold... It is a humiliation for a male to be denied access to his sex, but it's a virtue for a woman to be denied access to her sex. This is why male chastity is in my opinion much more subversive and taboo, and satisfying! We've already been there, done that with women. 

    A male chastity device is many things, but most importantly it is a way to reprogram man's mind to take his focus of of his dick and on to other more valuable pursuits. Now I believe masturbation is perfectly healthy, and theres nothing wrong with a little self pleasure. That being said, the average male, from what I have learned as a professional dominatrix, is masturbating several times a day and orgasming in minutes from a grip that is tighter than any vagina will ever be. So it is not uncommon that most of these chronic masturbators aren't lasting long enough to please a woman, let alone thinking about the reality that sex is mutual.  Then they wonder why they cannot keep a girlfriend when they get one, or ever get a call back from a woman once they have sex with them for the first time. 

    Locking a male into a chastity device creates a real intense disconnection from the part of their body they connect with the most. They cannot touch it, they cannot stroke it, they can barely get hard and if they do it will not get fully erect as the cage is designed to not allow that type of growth. As a result, males start realizing they have to do other things to please themselves and the partner in their life. They realize ther is more to life then blindly masturbating for every and any reason. Usually, this leads them to focus more on their partners pleasure and often will have real conversations about how they can please their keyholder. Because, if the keyholder isn't pleased, then they will not be granted permission for release, not only release from the cage but also possibly release in the form of an orgasm.

    Male chastity cages are designed differently than female chastity belts, mainly because of the shape of genitals differ as well as the placement on the body. It is imperative that males are measured before purchasing the device, because the ring that slides over the cock and balls that keeps the larger front piece of the device on needs to be exact. Too big and it will not stay secure. Too small and it will cut of circulation and that will cause damage. Even if the desire for locking your partner in chastity is to cause atrophy, you still want to make sure the base ring fits properly. There are also a variety of cock cages, including but not limited to; stainless steel and thicker varieties of sturdy plastic. I tend to prefer stainless steel, as they are much more resilient and I have had the plastic cages shatter/break. Not really the outcome you want, especially while your sub is wearing it. It is important to rememebr that at least once a day they will need to be let out for a supervised wash and promptly returned to the cage. Hygiene is still very important, even in chastity.

    My favorite part of keeping a male in chastity is watching their ego magically disappear... They no longer can assert their masculinity vis a vis constant ejaculation. They know that they no longer have control of their favorite toy, and as I mentioned before, know they must please their Mistress in order to be granted release. It is such a mind fuck for them to experience what it is like to be chaste, for their cock to be inaccessable, for them to rely on someone else to give them permission to pleasure. It is during lock up that you can start refocusing their mind and teach them how to please you. Release isn't guaranteed or mandatory. Therefore, they will learn to focus on Mistress whether or not there is potential for release. The things you can train them to do for you, while they're locked up are endless. It really is up to Mistress to decide what she wants from her chaste sub, and they will soon learn that it is better to follow directions, ask permission, trust Mistress's judgment, and focus on her pleasure than forget the position they are in. 

    Some of my favorite things to train my chastity subs are; how to provide a proper foot massage, the way I like things cleaned and arranged in the house, the importance of checking in, making sure I am pleased in the moment and do not need anything, how to perceive My next move so they can be ready and waiting. I love teasing them endlessly while they are locked up, depending on what their weakness is, because then you get to watch their cock, no matter how big or small, absolutely struggle to get out of their cage. They will start dripping precum, which you can force them to eat... you can rub your feet over their locked cock, and watch as their faces crinkle up in horror... you can shove their face in your sweat soaked yoga pants. It truly is limitless, the amount of creative and fun things you can do to a man while he is locked up and being told no. Because lets face it, men have a hard time hearing no, and they all really need to accept that they should not and will not always get what they want.

My 40th Birthday is One Month Away

 I will be turning 40 this October 13th and I am so freaking excited for it! I can’t wait for everything coming on this solar return as I have a lot of pots on the fire at this moment and some of them are ready to burst!

As of right now there are really only two things I would like and that is this pair of bespoke Fernando Berlin crotch high boots.

[https://www.fernandoberlinboots.com/en/super-long-high-heel-boots-crotch-high-straps-made-to-measure.html]

And secondly I would like to finally take the silver smith classes I have been dreaming of taking for some time.

[https://whaleystudios.com/]

It will be approx $1000 for both things and I fully plan on doing these things regardless of anything.

I am extending this opportunity for generous slaves to contribute to My birthday happiness because I fucking deserve it, and I know how much you ache to give in to My desires

All My payment links are on My profile and also if someone is especially generous in regards to the boots, I will reward you with my very first pair of leather stiletto thigh high boots. 

Scent Fetish: What's it All About?

      Scent Fetish, or Olfactophilia, is sexual arousal caused by scents. While this can be any scent, it is most often body parts like, armpits, genitals, feet, sweat, etc. but for some it is the more intense smells, such as bodily wastes. Those who consider themselves scent fetishists, love the smell of who they're with, or no one in particular, to the point that it becomes a craving, a need that cannot be denied or ignored. There are many ways to explore this fetish safely, and in all reality, is a fairly benign fetish when it is tended to. Many tend to be severely turned on by used panties or socks, and any other type of garment that can collect even the faintest of smells. Thats why so many sex workers tend to sell their used panties, socks, shoes, etc. because the requests are always pouring in. 

    Some of us cannot even fathom how someone would enjoy the scent of body odor, but I challenge you to start with taking notice of how your body smells at different times and allow yourself to explore the various scents that waft from your body. It may feel a little weird at first, but thats okay, just go with it and do not judge how you smell. Humans are not necessarily meant to smell like roses and the societal belief that we need to be as scentless as possible, or alternatively covered up by heavy scented perfumes and lotions, does more harm than good. It can be harmful to body image and self worth because too many people believe something is wrong with them if they smell at all, which is simply not the case. Not to mention many scented body products contain harmful chemicals that can possibly cause  health problems.

    Simply put, our natural scent contains pheromones which are a secondary sex characteristic, and an excellent subconscious indicator of who we are attracted to, mostly for biological reasons, but clearly, that doesn't have to be the reason we stay interested in the person, or the fetish. For us to get a clear sense of the way our pheromones, or someone elses's, drive our pleasure response we simply need to allow our natural scent to be the dominant scent. This isnt saying we need to stink horribly, but it's also not saying we can't do that if the desired outcome is to overwhelm. For some scent fetishists, the stinkier the better!

    In my experience, the subs I have interacted with who have this fetish, prefer heavier scents and like to book sessions after I have completed a vigourous workout or have worn the same clothing item days in a row. I have definitely worn the same socks and/or panties for days in a row just to get a nice dense smell coming off of the item in order to indulge the sub and use their desire to be overpowered by the smell of their dominant. I remember when I first had a scent fetishist in my personal life, and was really surprised with how much they craved to smell me and would beg me to never wear deodorant, or to forgo bathing for a day or two so my scent could really percolate. I was reluctant at first, but after watching the euphoria they experienced huffing me, I felt oddly empowered. 

    There is something so taboo about going against societys prescribed protocol of being scentless or heavily perfumed, constantly bathed to the point of developing germ phobias, that it becomes arousing to know many people prefer the natural scent to manufactured cosmetic fragrances. It makes sense if you think about it, the need to civilize humanity starts with the removal of their base desires and animalistic nature, which in reality and in essence is ultimately the disconnecting of the normal bodily processes. Many processes which produce scents are taboo or considered unclean in many patriarchal religions, causing us to believe such things as "cleanliness is next to godliness". If we believe our human bodies are wrong for smelling then we will do everything possible to disconnect from our animalistic response to pheromones. 

    Understanding these taboos can absolutely help to create a space for scent worship and often leads to erotic humilaition play and psychological domination. Often when I am allowing a submissive to partake in my scent, I love to tease them about their addiction to me and the way I smell. I tell them things like, "you're so weak for my scent",  "my scent enslaves every part of your being, and there's nothing you can do to fight it", "you're such a nasty little scent piggy", and my favorite for when one is worshiping my scent soaked armpits is to tell them, "make sure you do an excellent job of licking up every drop of sweat, you need to lick my armpits clean. Do you feel me inside of you? I am in you now, dominating you, my scent owns you." The response from the sub is more than enough to enjoy the experience because you feel so powerful watching someone worship the very thing that used to cause you anxiety, or fear of being not normal, etc.

    While I am in no way saying do not ever wash again, as that could potentially cause bacterial overgrowth, I am saying to experiment with this taboo fetish, if you haven't. At the very least, take some time to honor the natural scent your body makes knowing that someone out there would be extremely atracted to you, and completely paralyzed by your chemisty. You never know, you may develop a new fetish.

     

Quarantine Life: Anxiety Reducing Meditation

I know we've all been going through so much as we continue to be isolated in our homes, forbidden to go out and socialize. While it may be in the best interest for all, and I believe it is, as do many others, it doesn't negate the fact that this isn't our normal. We're used to going about our lives as we please, constantly moving, with external stimulation and distraction being a normal part of how we experience daily life. Without so many distractions, we are forced to look within.

While we are forced to be still, we are unable to ignore the nagging thoughts, the resentments, the self doubt, the regrets of the past that we always push aside or ignore. This is our subconscious trying to get us to deal with past trauma and other things we have not spent the time working through. So now instead of going to a movie or going out to eat, we are drinking or medicating or working out too much or online shopping to excess.. whatever we can do to continually avoid those thoughts, we will... Until we decide to face them, heal them and make peace with them.

Meditation is one way to learn to face and heal some of these thoughts and to accept that every thought doesn't need to be given attention. It also teaches us we do not need to cling to thoughts and feelings, we can simply notice them and honor the information they give us and use that to heal and make peace with our choices and actions, and ultimately become more conscious in our decision making so that we do not cultivate any more regret or resentment. Meditation teaches us to cultivate compassion for ourselves and for others, as it is up to us what we cultivate in our minds.

I hope this helps to alleviate any suffering you may be experiencing and if it does and you feel called to share it, please do.


Anxiety Reducing meditation

Thoughts on Non-Monogamy

I have very comfortably navigated non monogamous relationships since I was in my late-teens/early-twenties. I've found that each relationship is different in its intensity and experience and every partner is different in many ways, all of which I enjoy. We all bring different things to our relationships and the idea or practice of non monogamy, polyamory for some, is that with each partner we share space and time with, we increase our capacity for love, self love and love for others. The reality that we do not need to limit our capacity for love and various other experiences of intimacy encourages us to go deeper into ourselves and let go of any resistance to vulnerability and perceived relationship limitations put on us by societal ideals of monogamous love. Ideally, It allows those feelings of love and gratitude to make us more emotionally present, for ourselves and our partners.

Non-monogamy was freeing for me, and I admit, I choose to say non monogamy because I don't desire to always have multiple intimate/romantic relationships as required to claim polyamory. Often I prefer the freedom that comes from knowing I don't have to feel bad for flirting or playing with different people, or that I can have a boy friend and a girlfriend and hopefully we can all have fun together. I always believe sharing is caring and I find I am honest to a fault which is why I don't understand some peoples need to be seemingly dishonest about everything. I cheated on one boyfriend one time and told him because I couldn't handle not speaking the truth. I know thats not the case for everyone, as manipulating the truth is where they find themselves to be most comfortable. But thats not me...

When it comes down to it, relationships only have the ability to grow as much as we allow them to, and as much as we open ourselves to grow with them. If we have not done the emotional work required to house such a grand amount of emotion, it will be blatantly clear to our partners, whether we think they see it or not. Because most often they will feel it.

It is always expressly obvious to me when a partner says they have done the work and they have not because every time they reach their limited capacity, based on their inability to accept emotional vulnerability, they start to shut down or push away the relationship which is energetically asking them to grow and open up. Instead of moving into it and bringing additional partners into their life without purposefully damaging the current partnership, they may act wounded, resentful, distant and cold. They may start being dishonest and hiding their intention, which actually doesn't work at all, because in non-monogamy there can be many interconnections between each others partners that they may not know exist.

The thing that I find to be most intriguing is a partner who claims non-monogamy to be their practice but then when it comes down to it, they aren't able to actually navigate multiple relationships. Perhaps they aren't really sure of how to do so, which means they haven't done the work to understand the myriad of feelings that comes with having more than one intimate relationship... meaning they haven't done the work, or read any books on the subject, talked to those more knowledgable, etc. Perhaps they really aren't non-monogamous but are dealing with unhealed trauma from past relationships where they put every bit of them self into it, but wound up with a hand full of shit, therefore preventing them from wanting to truly be vulnerable to avoid such a feeling and experience from ever happening again. I hate to say it, but thats life. Theres good, theres bad, theres everything in between, and we all have to deal with some of it. Becoming an ostrich will not save you.

Non-monogamy requires a good deal of talking openly and honestly about your feelings and experiences, hopefully from a grounded place, in order to grow and grok the changes we need to make within ourselves, within our relationships, or how we respond to certain unavoidable experiences. There is no way you cannot do the work required for emotional maturity and think you will be able to have healthy relationships of any kind. You will not be able to respect others boundaries if you do not know what and where yours are.

And what is the point of saying you're non-monogamous and then lying to your partners all while acting that they would be so offended if you were spending time with other partners? I have seen this happen in many, many, relationships and I do not quite grok the point of it. If we are being mature, open, and honest in our relationships, it allows for the kind of growth required of, well, really everyone. I practice non-monogamy because it feels great to be honest about the fact that I sometimes desire more than one partner/lover/intimate friend/play partner or whatever other kind of relationship that may be seen as problematic in a monogamous relationship structure. Does it serve non-monogamy to be so scared to say out loud what you really want? Will the trees fall in the forest if you utter your truth? Will everything bust at the seams if you're finally honest with yourself?

Turns out, everything will be even richer and juicier if you can be what you desire without judging it, or making excuses for it, or pretending to be what you aren't.

There's a lot of love out there... How will you choose to interact with it? Or will you choose to continually sabotage it for the illusion of control?

A Spanking a Day?

   As far back as I can remember, I was aware of power dynamics in relationships of all varieties, from social to personal to familial, etc. I always wondered if anyone else noticed these dynamics? I felt some people did, and the people who did would work to gain power over others, while others unconsciously fell into a role or power dynamic and whether they were conscious of it or not, loved the role they chose, regardless of its probability to be psychologically injurous. I would watch how my mother manipulated my father and how she manipulated her children, enthralled by her ability to act as if the story she told herself to justify her manipulations was goddess's honest truth.

   I was playing with my brother when I was 3 and we were playing with his matchbox cars. He had a new one that was super cool for whatever reason and I wanted to play with it. It didn't matter that there were 30 or so other cars, I wanted to play with the one he was playing with. A pretty normal scenario for kids, right?

   I don't remember doing this to him, so I cannot recall the thought that crossed my brain in this moment, but it seems it was a very early awareness of how I could manipulate the situation to my benefit. According to my brother, I looked at him and smiled a reallly big smile and then in one swift motion, drew my hand up and clawed his arms with my nails. Before he could protest or call out, I screamed bloody murder and then called for our mom. When she got there and saw my brother scratched and me crying, she figured older brother did something to younger sister, and not only did he get in trouble, I got to play with the car. Problem solved.... (I feel utterly horrible when I think of doing that to my brother, as an adult. Kids can be cruel but him and I are best of friends and have been ever since our teens. Needless to say, he forgave me for that, and many other shitty things I did to him)

   The first time I realized I was a little different in terms of how I related to my peers outside of my family, or at least the first memory of being quite different was during preschool. We were all at recess and I was playing house with the other kids, except I wasn't acting as a parent. There were two kids playing mom and dad and I was sitting on a chair in the play kitchen and several children were lined up to receive a spanking from me. Each kid would lay over my lap and I would pull their pants down just enough to expose top cheek, and I would spank them a couple times for being bad then send them on their way to help mom or dad with tasks. The most amazing part about this scenario when I look back as an adult was how many children just lined up for spankings without question. I know I was bossy but I also wasn't into pressuring others into doing things they didn't want to, so it wasn't a forced thing.

I wish I could rememeber the countless experiences I had where it was blindingly obvious that I loved the feeling of being in control and dominating those who seeked that dynamic, whether they were cognizant of it or not. I can't even count the amount of times I was called 'bossy' because I knew how to get shit done and how to do it quick.

My dominance is a gift and I am grateful for it. Are you?

 

The Thrill of Letting Go

   I did not realize how stressed out I had become over the last two decades. Relationships started and ended, a couple sexual traumas, a few traumatic car accidents, emotions that weren't processed appropriately... all of it had added up to a place where I felt unable to cope with even the smallest of stressors, and had started existing in a place where I was taking everything personal. It was also weird because I have done the work on myself, for two decades I did all the modalities of self healing and physical/emotional release I could and worked with therapists, studied under a guru, and while all that helps, I think it is clear that some things take time to undo.

  I finally was able to let go of two decades of stress and trauma this last full moon with the help of an old friend of mine, LSD. I haven't partaken in any a trip in over two decades and wasn't really interested in doing so, until recently, a friend of mine wanted to trip and she asked Me to join her. I said yes, because I remembered how healing LSD can be, but I had no idea how healing it would be for Me. I am not going to go into the whole story of the experience, but rather talk a bit about what I took away from it.

   During the entire trip, I was consistently reminded to 'let go', and this happened in a variety of ways, most noticeably, physical. There was a good hour or so where I experienced slight involuntary muscle spasms from the top of My head to the bottoms of My feet, and when the spasms were done, I felt like I had just had a massage. My face was more relaxed than it has been in decades and it has stayed that way since. I knew I was releasing decades of trauma, all that had been building up for so long, there was literally no question about it. I felt as if I was being reconfigured, which was My understanding of how the experience would unfold even before the trip started. Of course by this point my synapses were all misfiring, so it is hard to say how the strong feelings and thoughts that come through, do.

  I was overwhelmed by image of kundalini rising and Divine Feminine energy returning to the earth to  restore balance to our torn planet and broken humanity. There was no doubt that the 'matrix' that people talk about is real. Everytime I experience this, everything is very clearly a hologram and I know that my physical body is not me, but rather I am much more expansive and light-filled than what is seen on earth. Nothing felt bad, I couldn't stop smiling and I felt so god damn confident, like I was a teenager again. I know, not a lot of people were confident as a teenager but I was, and I got what I wanted because I asked for it and focused on it like a laser. I didn't get distracted by this or that, other peoples drama, I just did me. Occasionally I would allow a partner to share space with me, but it never lasted long. I need to be free, and I realize that was what I was missing. I was trapped holding on to stress, pain, and trauma

  What is it about life that causes us to hold on to trauma and stressor? What makes our body grip onto the energies that drain us the most?  Is there something to learn from stress? Is it a dynamic that we are unwilling to accept?

  We have the ability to learn from everything we experience in life, it may take us more time to process some things than others, or we might find comfort in our pain and stay with it until the lessons have been learned. If everything we experience on this planet is a hologram, an agreed upon reality, then perhaps the purpose of coming to this planet, in this dimension is to learn from pain and stress. While the experience of pain is a valuable one, it is also severly avoided in western culture. Pain is 'managed' in western culture, even though it is a source of stress and often the result of trauma. It is not often explored, it is not normally seen as a lesson to teach us how to move through our discomfort and come out stronger. Instead, we cover it up, sweep it up, pull it together, and push it down...

  I realized that this understanding of pain and the lessons it teaches us is why BDSM is so important to me. It is a guide through which you can help someone confront their pain. Its a way to confront your pain, and release it through dynamic actions that get deep into your subconscious. Sure that may seem obvious, as it does to me now, but it was a really profound experience coming to a full realization of this concept. I realized that I am able to let go of, and heal my trauma by helping others do the same.

**Sidenote: I wrote this back in December of 2018 and never published it. I am not sure why I didn't at the time, but I feel called to do so now.

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   As much as adult workers and sex workers tried to warn everyone that the potential over reach of the FOSTA/SESTA bill, that was passed as a package deal, would have devastating consequences to our right to free speech online, no one really listened. While I am not surprised by that because let’s face it, people love to watch porn, employ sex workers, go to strip clubs, read erotica, etc. while often simultaneously or subsequently denying the value of the sex worker providing the service. Sex workers are rarely listened to or valued on an equal playing field. And while that is somewhat slowly changing it is being met with heavy and aggressive opposition.

Victorian ideals about shameful sexuality are so deeply ingrained in this society we cannot even be honest with ourselves when it comes to what gets us off.
*Think “respectability politics”*


2019 ushers in the FOSTA/SESTA bill into full effect. As of now, all measures taken by websites are premptive in effort to protect themselves from the broad and non specific verbiage of the bill. I urge you to take a look at this bill and see if you can grasp some of the problems. An important note is that the bill conflates consensual sex work and sex trafficking which is highly problematic because it implies sex workers have no agency and therefore are victims that need to be saved. If you have not heard the term sex worker prior to this, sex work encompasses all adult work, e.g. strippers, burlesque, porn performers, escorts, peep show, pro dominatrix/pro submissives, web cam performers, phone sex operators, etc. if your work is for an audience of 18+ years old, you fit in here.

Here is the bill:
[https://www.congress.gov/bill/115th-congress/house-bill/1865]

IN THEORY, it sounds great, because who wouldn’t want to stop sex trafficking?! No one should EVER be forced to do something they don’t want to, or kidnapped and tortured to be sold into sexual slavery. (There has been a lot of research done that shows only about 3% of humans trafficked are for sex slavery, while the largest percentage at over 50% are trafficked for migrant slave labor. I am looking for a scholarly article to link to.)


HOWEVER:
The problematic part comes in section 4 which amends section 230 of The Communications Act of 1934 (see article 1 for in-depth explanation, not scholarly, but cited and referenced) which is where it effects EVERYONE posting sharing creating sexual content of any kind, even if it’s just stock BDSM photos on your private tumblr account.

Please read the articles (most were written at the beginning of the year when the bill passed) and make up your own mind about what this means for sexually expressive consenting adults, and if you think it is constitutional, or do you see how respectability politics and morality laws are becoming a very real thing of the present, again? Sex trafficking is the blanket they use to justify their legislative actions because again who would ever support sex trafficking?

Regardless of what you think or come to know from doing your own research, I guarantee this will come to a head in the new year and we'll either see it amended to provide more specific definitions or it will continue to erode away our internet freedom, freedom of speech and freedom of artistic expression.

Be kind to one another. Don’t assume sex workers are victims that need to be saved. Know the difference between sex trafficking and sex work and do not conflate the two.
Practice your right to free speech and speak out.

Also maybe it’s time to question or rather investigate our beliefs on sex work(ers). From where did our beliefs on the subject develop? Have our other views about sexuality and intimacy evolved since we first understood what they were? How much shame do we carry around our sexual expression and to what end? How do repressed beliefs about sexuality and sexual freedom for consenting adults effect our society as a whole?


BOOKS:

* “Trafficking and Prostitution Reconsidered: New Persepectives on Migration, Sex Work and Human Rights” By: Kamala Kempadoo, Jyoti Sanghera, Bandana Pattanaik*

* “Sex Work Matters: Exploring Money, Power, and Intimacy in The Sex Industry” by Melissa Hope Ditmore, Antonia Levy, Alys Willman* note; a collection of essays by sex worker scholars and activists on the economics and sociology of sex work

ARTICLES:
1. [https://www.vox.com/culture/2018/4/13/17172762/fosta-sesta-backpage-230-internet-freedom] note; this was written 8 months ago.... this has been ongoing for 8months sex workers have watched their platforms be destroyed and now it’s spreading to every website and online forum.

2.HIGHLY RECOMMENDED READ [https://www.researchgate.net/profile/Ronald_Weitzer/publication/228146032_The_Social_Construction_of_Sex_Trafficking_Ideology_and_Institutionalization_of_a_Moral_Crusade/links/54f8c6900cf210398e96ca5f.pdf]
note; a little lengthy and heavy on the scholarly side if that is not your thing, but it is truly a brilliant research article with an extensive list of works cited

3. [https://www.engadget.com/2018/03/30/congress-just-legalized-sex-censorship-what-to-know/]

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Ecstatic Submission: A True Tale

He was to be my animal this night. I, his trainer.

We arrived at the dungeon together that evening, I was in full leather; leather thigh high boots, elbow length leather gloves, leather pants, and a spiked leather corset, every bit of it black. My faux fur leopard jacket finished off the look, black hair high in a pony tail, short bangs perfectly sculpted, every detail of my make up perfect, down to my cat-eye liner, and blood red lipstick. The corset was tied tightly and made bending over quite impossible, but that would be no worry as my sub was required to make sure I have what I need at all times.

  He was very lucky to be serving me this evening, and he knew it.

He had on dark black dress slacks and with a tucked in blue t-shirt, and leather jacket with matching leather shoes and belt, all of which looked tailor-made on his firm and athletic body, every bit of the fabric laying on him perfectly. His hair was cut short, face clean-shaven, physique perfected through years of athletics and a gym habit bordering on OCD. He was a textbook alpha type, a powerful attorney who tended to be quite particular about how his physical appearance represented him, and reflected on the Mistress he was serving. Quality stock submissives are not that common, and he knew it, his precious ego reflected that.

He was a heavy masochist and as a sadist, I was very excited to see just how far I would push him that night, and just how much he was willing to suffer for my pleasure. He had a little idea of what might be going on, but for the most part, he had surrendered to do whatever I desired.

Once we were inside, he was forced to strip out of his street clothes, a sort of ritual that separated his public persona from his submissive self signaling him it is time to be present to his carnal urge to serve and to please. As he undressed, his ‘play’ clothes were revealed; tight black rubber latex shorts with a zipper in the crotch, which accentuated his package in a such a way that when I looked at it, it made me smile knowing I would get to unwrap it later, a black leather harness on his chest, and nothing else.. 

Snapping my fingers I directed him to grab the few toys I had brought with us for the evening, consisting of; a thin polycarbonate cane, two leather wrist cuffs with locks, a thick blind fold, a black rubber ball gag, four carabiners, and pair of clover spring nipple clamps connected with a chain in the middle. I would not need too many items this night, to direct his ecstatic response. Once I saw he had the items I required, I turned on my heel and walked steadily down the dark hall of the dungeon. As we passed the other rooms, already occupied with scenes, the sound of implements hitting and marking flesh, followed by moans of agony and pleasure erupted from the depths of the rooms, the unmistakable smell of sweat and pheromones wafting past as we proceeded. 

One room was decorated like a mini strip club, complete with a pole and lit stage, the two leather couches were fully occupied, the viewers focused on a young woman with dark hair and fair skin, erotically stripping for them, as she danced on the pole. The other room had several different cages, standing cages, and floor cages, and several of them were occupied with submissive and slaves, their dominant close by. I barely turned my head to look as my focus was solely on my prey. Turning left, I entered the bondage bedroom, complete with giant wrought iron four post bed with a cage underneath, stockade attached to the foot of the bed. A small portion of the wall was padded with leather, and had several weight bearing D-rings up and down the length of it on both sides, and a latex clad man was securely tied to the wall. There were red LED back lights behind the bed, the padded wall, and the mirrored wall at the foot of the bed,  which in addition to several candles mounted on the wall created an ominous glow in the room. 

We were not stopping in this room tonight. 

Onward through the next door I led him, his eyes affixed to my hips as they sensually swayed side to side like a pendulum, hypnotizing him, his resolve weakening, his desire to please me at any cost increasing with each sway. He was trailing close on my heels, making sure not to lag too much, as it would upset me and make his training that much worst. Predator leading her prey into its erotic demise. This was possibly my favorite part of BDSM play, leading my sub to our scene area. Feeling his nervousness and excitement, the anticipation of what was to come. I could feel his eyes on me as we walked to the location, and I fed off of it. Submissive energy feeds my dominant/sadistic nature, and as the power exchange intensifies in present action I am aware that my pupils dilate, my breathing becomes rhythmic and relaxed, the sensory nerves in my finger tips increase in sensitivity, my hearing sharpens, as does my sense of smell. In this moment, I become hypersensitive to the energy and power exchange between my submissive and I, and everything else falls away.

Finally, I stopped walking, and he caught himself to avoid a collision as I did. 

“Place the items on that small black table,” I said, and he briskly walked over to it, placing the items upon the table and taking great care to lay them out neatly. Once finished, he quickly turned on his heel, returning to the space next to me. I snapped my fingers and pointed to the ground, signaling that I wanted him to kneel before me so that I could inspect him. He dropped to his knees quickly, his muscular thighs flexing as he kneeled before me, making sure to keep his eyes lowered he quickly moved his arms behind him, bending his elbows so that he could fold his hands on his lower back, his broad shoulders perfectly lighted by the flickering of the candles in the room. The sound of the other scenes going on around us started to fade away as I watched him position himself for me, and my vision narrowed to a focus. 

Him. 

All I could smell was him. 

All I could hear, see, taste, and feel, was him.

Once there, he waited for me to tell him what I wanted next. I walked around him very slowly, inspecting him as I traced the contour of his shoulders with my gloved fingers, tracing across his strong and smooth neck, watching him slightly shudder as I did so, and eventually moving across the opposite shoulder, down his powerful deltoids, slowly removing my fingers from his body. 

Standing in front of him, my stance wide and domineering, his gaze went directly to my boots, which I encouraged by rubbing a gloved hand down the shaft of my right boot. He was a heartfelt fan of dominant women in boots and I loved to tease him by making him stare at which ever of my many pairs I happened to be wearing that day, knowing he could not touch them without permission. That was one definition of torture for him and I enjoyed it more than he realized, but that was not for him to know.

I took a leather cuff from the table next to me and without having to cue him he put his hands out towards me, palms up and open, so that I could fasten each cuff on him. Slowly, I wrapped the leather cuff around his left wrist, buckling it in place, sliding my hand down his forearm, to the pit of his elbow where I gently dug my sharp thumbnail into it. 

He inhaled sharply and uttered, “Thank you, Madam.”

Slowly, I fastened the second cuff around his right wrist, tracing my thumb down his forearm, up his bicep and back down, watching his body tense as he anticipated a sharp nail in his skin, and then relaxing when it never happened. He slowly placed the palms behind him, folding them into his lower back, shifting his gaze down to my boots.

“You want to kiss them, don’t you,” I asked, damn well knowing the answer. He was always happy to polish my boots with his tongue. Watching a powerful and strong man, get down on his hands and knees to lick my boots clean was intensely arousing. I would never lick anyones boots, so I cannot say I entirely understand it, but I do not need to understand the desire, when I know the motive.

“Yes, Madam, very much so” he said, his whole body visibly aching as he breathed the words to me in a barely audible tone.

“I did not hear that, what was that” I asked in a stern tone, knowing exactly what he had said, but forcing him to repeat himself in a louder voice, uttering his shameful desires to his Madam. 

“Yes, Madam, I would very much love to kiss your gorgeous boots” he answered loudly, still staring at my boots.

“Of course you would, you are nothing but an animal,” I exclaimed, laughing at him. Sitting he waited for me to grant him permission to do so.

“Not now, little beast,” I coyly replied. “Maybe if you please me tonight, I will allow you to kiss my boots.”

“Yes, Madam.”

“Beastie. Thats what I will call you tonight. Seems fitting for tonight’s theme of Animal and Trainer.” 

“Yes, Madam, as it pleases you.”

“I heard something about an interest in being chained to the ceiling by the wrists,”I said as I made my way to the mirrored armoire in the dungeon. 

“Yes, Madam. Only if it would please you.”

“Oh I can think of a few things I could do to you while you're hanging from chains, don’t you think so?”

“Oh yes, Madam! I am yours to do with as you wish.”

“I see, well thank you for giving me permission,” I said mockingly, messing with his head, manipulating him to think I was displeased with his last response. I loved to toy with his mind, and guide him to a place where he would do just about anything to gain my praise and affection.

“I am sorry Madam, I did not mean to be rude or to sound like I may be giving you permissi-“

“I don’t care what you meant. Shut your mouth.”

“Yes, Madam.” 

I grabbed two long steel chains, of a thick gauge, out of the mirrored armoire and dropped them to the floor, the sound of heavy steel falling onto concrete and subsequently piling up on itself, filling the room. I closed the doors behind me, picked up the chains and walked over to where he was kneeling.

“Get up”.

“Yes, Madam” his response strong and quick, he rose to his feet, his hands still behind his back.

“Put your hands out in front of you.”

Before I finished speaking, his hands were in front of his body and within my reach.

I grabbed two of my four carabiners and attached one to his left wrist and another to his right wrist. I took the other two and attached them to hard points in the ceiling overhead. Picking up one of the long steel chains, I attached one end to the carabiner on his left wrist, and pulled the chain so that his arm was above his head causing him to rise onto his toes, and attached it to the carabiner on the hard point in the ceiling above his head. I repeated the same process with his right wrist, causing him to strain to stand. I enjoyed watching him struggle, it pleased me greatly to watch him, especially knowing how deeply he desired to suffer for his Mistress’ pleasure. 

“How does that feel, beastie? Helplessly chained to the ceiling, vulnerable, exposed.” 

“Helpless Madam, yes.” 

“That was rhetorical,” I laughed at him, standing unnecessarily close to him, my hands grasping the chains above him, the sweet breath from my lips grazing his face.

Turning away, I grabbed the rubber ball gag from the table and brought it to his face.

“It would please me to gag you now. I am tired of hearing you talk.”

“Yes, Madmmmmph” he choked as I shoved the ball behind his teeth.

Turning to the table I grabbed the blindfold off of it and walked back to stand behind him. I pressed the spikes on my bodice into the tender skin on his back, causing an attempted moan to escape his lips but it was caught on the gag. Slowly I slipped the blindfold over his face and as he surrendered to my touch, I heard him attempting to say “thank you, Madam” but it sounded more like “mnnnphffghmnnem”.

“Hahahaha! Awwww listen to you try and talk to me.” I teased him as I slowly ran my fingers down his back. I wanted to touch his bare skin, scratch him with my nails, pinching all his tender spots, tenderizing his flesh. 

It wasn't time though. The gloves stayed on for now.

I stepped away for a moment, letting his mind wander to what I might do to him next, wonder if he will be able to handle what is about to come his way, wonder if this is really what he wanted, or if he made the right choice of telling me his fantasy. Maybe he was thinking about how pleased he was to be there under my power, succumbing to my sadistic desires, hoping to earn the chance to serve me in the future. Whatever he was thinking about, it was exciting him, as his rubber shorts were starting to struggle against his growing cock. Grabbing the nipple clamps from the table, I walked to the front side of him, watching as he tried to move his body to meet me, but stepping away just in time to watch him have to pull back because the chains wouldn't let him go any further. 

As he sunk back in defeat, I quickly stepped forward and pinched his left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, applying intense pressure to the area. He threw his head back, attempting to release a scream, which instead just sounded like a gargle, and as his head returned to its proper place, a long stream of spit exited from behind the ball gag, landing on the floor. 

“Do not pull away from me, beastie. You will hurt yourself, and it will not be my fault, do you understand?”

I did not wait for him to attempt an answer, and I deftly moved to the right nipple, being more prepared for my touch this time, and heeding my warning, he stayed still, and I placed the clamp on it. I watched as all of his muscles tensed, and then quickly release as he exhaled, once it was clamped. 

“Much better, pet.”

I slowly stepped away, taking in the scene in front of me, watching the pace of his breathing, making sure he was still present and not becoming anxious or overwhelmed, noticed the color of the skin on his arms, to make sure his circulation was okay, the pace of the alternating relaxing and tensing of his muscles to make sure his muscular system wasn't being overwhelmed.

I walked around to his back side and deftly removed my leather gloves, laying them down on the table. Leaning forward I ran the pads of my finger tips down his back and slowly rolled them so that my nails met his skin, increasing the amount of pressure as I dragged them down his back and into his flesh causing him to flail, releasing a muffled scream, and as he swung back towards me, I grabbed the top of his latex shorts and rolled them down to underneath his glutes, so that the entirety of his butt was exposed and vulnerable. 

“I am going to start caning you now, and I will cane you until I am tired of it, understood?”

I did not wait for his response. I quickly grabbed the cane off of the table and stood to the left of his back side and paused for a moment. The anticipation is always the juiciest part. Watching him anticipate what I am going to do to him, how I am going to do it and when I am going to do it, is so powerful its intoxicating. 

“I would make you kiss the cane before I strike you with it, but it will have to wait until after I have beaten you with it, what with that ball gag in your mouth.” 

I watched as he hung his head in disappointment and that was when I took my first few taps, slow and steady, simply warming up the tissue before I unleashed on him. My strikes made him bring his head back on top of his shoulders and tense his stinging butt cheeks, then releasing them once the strikes were finished. This went on for some time; the amount of strikes was in direct proportion to how hard the force of the strike was. If the strike was softer, there were more strikes. If there strike was harder and more forceful, there were less strikes, and so on. I would pause between groupings of strikes, to allow him to catch his breath.

“You are such a resilient little beast for Madam. I am greatly pleased to be striking you with my cane, and you know how lucky you are to be receiving such treatment from me. I hope you are ready to take more from me because we have just started” I cooed at him, eliciting an aroused response from him. I was immediately inspired to walk around to the front of him, and as I arrived, I grabbed his bulge with my hand, still tightly enclosed in his shorts, and proceeded to squeeze his genitals as hard as I could. Naturally, he threw his head back, another muffled scream attempting to escape his lips, but getting stuck in his throat, only to have long bits of spit escape his lips when his head returned to the front. 

I moved to his left side, still grasping hold of his package and returned to caning him, approaching the place where cane strikes came two to three at a time because the intensity of the hit was extremely high. I watched with resplendent pleasure as he responded to my handiwork, his back arching back and forth, his legs giving out, not really sure how to support himself and move to escape the beating he was suffering. I paused for a bit, and watched as string after string of saliva fell out of his mouth, his embarrassment at not being able to control his spit obvious, and so I decided to verbally taunt him while he recovered from the blows, releasing my grip on his now even more turgid package. 

I stepped in front of him, and began…

“Why are you drooling so much? Have you lost control? Can you no longer maintain? Are you ready to give up and admit you cant handle what I give to you? The beating you fantasized about… Here I am fulfilling your fantasy and what do you do, but you spit all over the floor. Pathetic.”

And with the last words, I move forward and with a bit of force I knee him squarely in the groin. As I do so, I notice something hard, that isn't part of his body. Opening up the zipper, I see he has decided to wear a steel cock ring without telling me about it beforehand. 

“It may have been a good idea to tell me about the steel cock ring before you wore it, considering we are doing what I want to do tonight, and I want to bust your balls. It would’ve been best if you didn't have the ring on, as your scrotum will swell immensely, but its too late now.” 

I ripped the blind fold off of his eyes, his revealed eyes gleaming with tragic ecstasy, his pupils thick and full, I smiled into them, zipped up his zipper, and landed another knee into his crotch. Again and again I came at him, kneeing him a total of 10 times before backing off to observe my handy work. It felt so good. He was writhing in pain, and drooling, his legs limp, his only support the wrist cuffs secured to the chains hanging from the ceiling above him.  I couldn’t help but to laugh at him…

I was beyond pleased with myself.

“Well you look like you're starting to get worn out and those wrist cuffs can’t feel great anymore” I said tauntingly. “Perhaps its time to do my last set of cane strikes and let you down to clean up the mess you made, slobbering all over my floor.”

I walked around to the back of him, grabbing the thick chain in my left hand and pulled back for the first swing. This was the point that I did what I wanted, and didn't particularly follow the traditional rules for caning. I released my swing on him, the pace fast, the stroke heavy, guaranteed to leave marks, and watched as he reeled form the hit as it contacted his already tender and bruised flesh. He let out a muffled grunt, and I continued to strike him with the same intensity, one after the other until the hit total was around 20. I lost track to be honest, I did it until I felt satisfied with the work I had done. He groaned and flailed, trying to pull away, but I grabbed the chain and yanked him back into position. “I told you not to move. If you move, I can’t guarantee my strike will hit where I am aiming for and you could end up hurt.”

and with the end of my strikes, he collapsed, his body collapsing, still hanging from the chains. 

“Okay, I guess you’ve had enough, little beastie. You did a wonderful job of taking Madam’s cane.”

I moved to the front of him to take out the ball gag, a huge rush of spit following it, which caused me to throw my head back with sadistic laughter. 

“What a slob!”

I unclipped the carabiner from his left wrist and watched as it quickly fell down to his side, I expertly moved to the next side and released his right wrist, it also falling down to his side. 

He fell to his knees and I gave him permission to kiss my boots, which he deftly did all the while uttering “thank you, Madam.”

“Kiss my cane too, beastie. Thank it for all of the ecstasy it brought you tonight.”

He hungrily kissed it, grateful for the beating to be done. 

After a few moments of worship, he had stood up and was grabbing paper towels to wipe up the drool puddles, clean all of the implements, and return them to their proper place, without me having to tell him.

Quality.

Once he was finished, I led him out of the play area and into the sitting area, where I took a seat on one of the black leather couches.

“Go and get the oil, beastie. I want a foot massage.”

“Yes Madam, I would be honored.” He quickly went to get the oil and a towel, and returned with a smile on his face.

He deftly removed my boots, the right one first, setting it on the ground next to me, and then repeating the same actions with the left.

As he picked up my foot in his hand and slowly and deliberately spread oil on my skin, I started to relax. I watched his expression as he massaged my foot, his eyes never leaving it, his lips curling into a curious yet pleasurable smile. 

He was entranced with my foot. 

Watching him always brought me such pleasure. The depth of passion with which he honored and worshiped me made me feel like I was sitting in a throne built out of his desire for me. It never got old…

In a few hours I would lead him out of the dungeon, and the spell we cast together would soon be released, but for now he was still mine, and the night was nowhere near its end.