Needing a fix…

It’s been too long since I’ve enjoyed the worship of a mannerly submissive.

In all fairness, I’ve been busy loving on my cute kinky boyfriend.  While visiting my Domme mentor recently, I gave him a sensual flogging which pretty much degenerated into a make-out session.  Perhaps it is because I see him as my equal that I don’t feel like overpowering him or abusing him.  Perhaps it is just too soon…

I think I just need a session with one of my boys to recharge my Domme side.  That will get my adrenaline pumping for sure.

L

I’m Back!

Who missed me?

I’m glad to be feeling better and more like my Domme self.  Last week I was entertained by my human ashtray slave T.   I should have video of the ashtray in action but the stupid whore won’t upload the vid.  SOMEone is in trouble.  Looks like I’ll have to get my own video camera since my useless slave can’t be counted on to get things done in a timely fashion.  He’ll just have to buy me one when I steal his credit card.  Well, I guess you can’t call it stealing if he gives it to me.

My other submissive R also visited my den of sin last week.  I hadn’t seen this boy in a while since he lives in another town and our schedules didn’t seem to match.  Not to mention I was in no shape to abuse him while I recovered from surgery.  This session was a time of getting reacquainted with each other.  The boy had “corner time”  while wearing a ball-gag, a collar, and pink panties.  Mmm that is a good look for naughty little subbies.  After corner time I swatted his cute rear while he was over my knee.  I tied pink ribbon around his sissy clit and loved the emasculating visual.  I didn’t peg him since I didn’t want to have to try and explain how I aggravated my healing back by fucking a slut with my dildo.  Oh but I wanted to.  I settled upon letting him worship and lick my ass before I came all over his face.

A few weeks ago I participated in a photo shoot.  I was excited by the prospect to have new images that captured my Domme persona but the photographer didn’t quite understand how to tap into the magic of Femdom.  We got some nice shots but I think I need a true fetish photographer to get what I want.  Go perv me on Fetlife http://fetlife.com/users/12235 .

Glad to be back,

L

Be Back Soon, You Perverts

Okay all you deviants reading my blog…

I have some exciting things to catch you up on, such as fire play and even more humiliation play.

I have to take a little time off for back surgery on a herniated disc, but I am looking forward to getting into even more trouble after I recover.  Send me messages, tweets, comments, whatever to entertain me while I heal in vanilla land.

I just hope I don’t spill the beans of my deviant “hobbies” while I’m medicated lol…

Kisses,

L

Post-scene High

Oh I feel so alive.

Nothing quite compares to the satisfaction I get from a good boy’s worship.

I love being a Domme.

Domming at Work

My slave boy T paid me a visit the other night at my workplace.  I’ve been needing a Domme fix.  I could hardly get my work done without smirking and biting my lip in anticipation.

He came in, looking ready for me to ruin.

I told him to meet me outside at the back of the property.  I sat down and waited for him to come worship me.  I had missed his groveling.  The slut lit my cigar and eagerly awaited my ashes.  He was so proud to be my ashtray, especially since we were in public.  I don’t know if anyone saw the deviance going on just outside their door.  I spat in his face as he pathetically humped my leg.

Everything just felt right.

Something so perverse seemed completely normal to me.  We weren’t hiding; we were being ourselves.

The chilling wind cut short our smoking session so we moved on to the second part of our fun.  He was going in my car trunk.  As he undressed I took the cash from his wallet and then laughed as a grown man, wearing a trash bag as a diaper, willingly climbed into my trunk.  I filled his disgusting mouth with my cigar butt and a few other assorted cigarette butts before duct-taping it shut.  I could see that my willing hostage was very excited; I was very excited as well.  I took some pictures before slamming the trunk closed then I went back to work, so incredibly smug.

After gloating online to my friends for awhile and laughing at what I had just done, it was time to retrieve my victim.  He didn’t look any worse for wear after I opened the trunk.  I heckled him slapped him and asked him who he belonged to.  He pointed to me, his mouth still stuffed with filth.  Oh I enjoyed sitting on the bumper of my car, surveying my property.

The lucky bitch got a 10 second countdown before cumming on my command.

I felt so powerful, so invigorated.  I loved every minute.

Looking the Part

I’m finding more of a desire to “look” like a Domme in my everyday life.

I am enjoying the ritual of the nails, the hair, the makeup, the clothes.  There is something almost mystical to me about the preparation.  I find myself wanting to buy more tailored, sharp clothing.  I want to wear more skirts.  I want to wear my prettiest heels.

When I have a scene, I plan out how I want to look down to the last detail.  I love getting dressed up and embracing the fantasy of it all.  I am amused by the power of shiny red nails and shiny red vinyl.

I do it for myself; I feel powerful and “ready” for whatever I am going to do.   Perhaps this is the latest manifestation of my Domme identity…

Boys Wearing Collars…

has to be one of my favorite things.

I love a slick black leather collar fastened tightly around a boy’s  neck.

I also love the humiliation of a pink  nylon dog collar tightened harshly and abruptly, as to make the metal ID tag jingle.

I know that wearing a collar can be very symbolic, representing ownership, loyalty, control, even love.

I also know that the collar can be used as a humiliating, degrading tool to put a slut in their place.

I feel there is power in putting the collar on.

I also feel there is power in taking it off.

Yes.  A boy in a collar has to be one of my favorite things.

Human Ashtray

I never thought I’d be turned on by using someone’s mouth as an ashtray.

I’d never been more wrong.

In addition to my strapon slut R, I am also served by a pathetic, filthy slave whom I will refer to as T.  This particular slave loves to have his mouth used as an ashtray, garbage can, cum dumpster…anything I want.  He worships my feet and loves to have sex with my footwear; it’s quite hilarious to watch.  In his day to day life he is respected and powerful.  With me, he is barely worthy to lick the dirt off of my boots.

Among other disgusting fetishes, T’s most desired way to be used is as an ashtray.  I don’t smoke and as a classical vocalist it’s pretty much taboo.  Not to mention that I am allergic to cigarettes.  I figured this would always be a missing piece of the puzzle in our D/s interactions and imagined I would have to loan him out to other females to satisfy this fetish.

Then one day my greedy slut brought up the idea of using cigars.

Hmm.  Sure, I was game.

He begged and begged to come over and bring me a cigar that very night so that I could dispose of my ashes in his filthy mouth.  I am always up for entertainment, so even though it was 3am in the morning and really fucking cold T brought me a cigar.

I knew this was his dream.  I knew I had him.

I tried my best to wrangle the cigar while shivering outside on my stairwell.  I blew my smoke in his face.  I filled his disgusting mouth with smoke and ash as he groveled at my feet.  His whimpers betrayed his ecstasy when I crammed the end of the cigar into his mouth for disposal.

I felt so powerful and so much like a mistress.  I didn’t think I’d enjoy it so much.  This boy really brings out things in me I didn’t know I had.  I daydream of abusing and humiliating him.  I formulate devious plans that hopefully will come to fruition when we have time.  There is just never enough time to abuse sluts…

Smoking,

L

From My boy

i belong at Mistress’s feet

she disciplines me because i am a slut

she humiliates me because she understands what i need

she binds me to set me free

she straps me because she can

because i need

because i crave

but mostly because it pleases Mistress

her amusement is my purpose

Researching

Tonight I have been browsing cuckold forums.

I love reading about the evil things these sluts endure to please their mistresses.  Thinking of having a cuckold of my very own excites me.  I truly want one!  My biggest challenge would be getting all the players in the same place at the same time.  Why is scheduling people so difficult?

I want to feel the slut’s helplessness as he’s bound and gagged, anticipating what is to come.  He squirms and writhes against the restraints.  His sissy clit leaks sticky puddles on the floor in front of him.  I parade my stud in front of him; this is a real man with a real cock to satisfy me.  I take great delight in servicing this hard dick, shooting smug glances at the emasculated bitch as I choke.  I know my slave is watching and is drowning in humiliation.

This is just a taste of what I want.