Trying to see if this works
Thursday,
September
2nd,
2010
Monday,
August
30th,
2010
Mental abuse is fantastic. I get no end of men calling me up wanting me to fuck with their mind. Mind fucking is one of my specialties and I would like to say here and now that I couldn’t possibly describe it anywhere near as good as it is to actually experience it by calling me on the phonesex line. Most mind fucking gigs are different and they require me to concentrate on each individual caller in order for me to work out which is the best way of fucking with their mind.
First you’ll tell me where you live, and if you don’t I’ll hang up and fuck you! If you tell me, you’re never going to know if I’ll show up, or maybe post something naughty, or nasty to your wife. Now if that doesn’t fuck with your mind I don’t know what will. Your wife better be quite understanding if she receives a pair of my panties in the mail. You don’t want her to leave you do you? But I bet you’d like to experience the risks, and have it nearly happen wouldn’t you? Would you like me to knock on your door and insist that you’ve been fucking me for the last six months? I bet you’d love that wouldn’t you? You’d try to keep me from coming in, and I’d be shouting from the front door to speak with your wife! I can see it now, it’d be like a drama show on the TV. Call me now!
Wednesday,
August
25th,
2010
By far my most underrated feature is my legs. Most underrated by me, I should say. My lovers never fail to mention them. My callers can just imagine them wrapped around their waist…or their head, or even striding across their chest in silky black fishnets with shiny, black stiletto pumps. Maybe you can see them now, if you bought one of my luscious picture packages that show them off. Or even better, maybe you can just see them in your mind, walking down the corridor of your desire, my ass inviting you to come take a bite of it with its undulating “swish, swish” back and forth. I use that ass and those legs to control men, to beckon them, to bend them and break them to my will. Men of power have knelt before my legs, poured syrup down them, and then licked it all off. Chefs have coated my legs with butter, with roux, with marinate. Artists have written poems and songs about my legs. Sculptors have sculpted them. Leaders of men have shaved my legs as delicately as a craftsman works with precision instruments. I have slaves who prefer my legs in sheer panty hose and stemming out from a slinky evening gown. I have others who prefer my gams in cut-off daisy dukes and flip flops. Crazy right? But that’s why I make sure to take good care of them. The trick is to really nurture shape and texture now, when it’s starting to get cold. Warm mud baths, taking the time to shave rather than wax. Not just weight lifting but stretching. You have no idea how much wear and tear heels put on your legs, especially in the >ahem< veins department. But don’t worry, sugarplums, I keep myself in tip top shape and looking good because I know I have to be queenly for all my minions. I’ll never, ever, EVER…let you down. If you know what I mean.
Monday,
August
23rd,
2010
I’m already thinking about my big end of the summer bash for this weekend and what it’s going to look like. Think Bacchanalian Festival only more decadent and you have some idea of what I have in mind. I’m thinking about really cutting loose and pulling out all the stops. Not that I ever have any stops exactly but I’m thinking about changing the rules about who I invite. Generally, I tend to be careful about who I invite over. I like my life just the way it is and I don’t want to much paparazzi showing up because Joe Hollywood or Rick Rock Star was careless. But they get so disappointed when I don’t invite them. And how many times can I ask Joe Hollywood or Rick Rock Star to detour the tour bus or to cut the campaign short to come visit little ol’ me? Isn’t it rude of me to constantly make all these men make special trips to see me and to turn away from their actual duties to service my needs? Hahahaha, you know that it is and that that is why I will continue to do so. Because I’m bad. Don’t let me shock you but it’s true.
So I’m thinking is there a time when I can plan out in advance and just whoever can come (so to speak) can come and if they can’t they at least can’t whine to me about not being invited. They can of course, grovel at my feet to give them permission to come some other time but if they do that they’re going to have to pay a pretty penny. Like kids-tuition-money-for-college penny. Like, remember those renovations you were going to do for the house? Uh uh. That kind of penny. Don’t think I’m too harsh, sweeties. If they didn’t want the harshness, they wouldn’t have come to me.
Tuesday,
August
17th,
2010
Dearly beloved Goddess,
Oh boy.. slowly but surely the life i had and knew is disappearing, the one i was changing, all taken over by You, slowly, piece by piece.
my world replaced by Your world.
What i was slowly turned into what You want me to be.
Obsessed, i’m so incredible obsessed with You Goddess, i don’t even know what to do anymore when You are away for some time.. god, it’s unbelievable the terrible empty feeling i get without You..
What danger lies behind a friendly smile.
But how i love it.
i need to be controlled.. love to be controlled, just didn’t planned it to find so far away from home..
And now i find myself controlled, out of options and choices, and madly deeply in love with a Lady thousands of miles away..
Aaah Goddess.. You are so amazing.
You drive me to madness, insanity, all the stroking and denial the last weeks.. god oh god it’s hits me so damn hard.. there have been days i thought i’m not gonna stroke today god no more.. but the moment You came with Your tasks again i just found myself stroking stroking and stroking again. not able to disobey.. god it’s just driving me out of my mind.
And now the cumming.. god what a relief that is after all the denial..
But pffff.. i know.. even with this You can drive me to insanity.
And i know it’s just a break for the next denial period.. god oh god.. what did i get myself into..
How often have i wished You would put Your cock in a cage, chastity.. no touching, no teasing anymore.. god.. You know to drive me so crazy i would even gladly throw away the key..
But in a way i am in chastity already, it’s Your cock, Your balls, and i can’t stroke or cum without Your permission at all anymore.. god.. so controlled already.
Just that Your way of chastity is so much worse.. oh god.. so much worse, i can’t do anything with now Your cock anymore and You everything.. teasing the hell out of me.. pfff..
It’s a kind of mental chastity.. but god.. so damn cruel this is..
The insanity.. weakening by the day, deeper into submission, Your control..
Roaming the world of Dommes and hypno-Dommes is like playing Russian roulette.. one day one meets a Lady who doesn’t play by the rules and really knows how to get into ones mind.
i did meet my doom in You Goddess..
And i’m glad i did, never saw this kind of power, control, domination in You.. aah.. how wrong i was.. lol..
pff.. sometimes i have the feeling i keep repeating myself in here..
heavy sigh.. so hard not to since all i can think of is You Goddess.
i’m getting a little bit of a one track mind now.
You You You all the way always.
Ah how i love You Goddess, with all my heart, can’t life without You anymore.
i am so completely devoted to You and You alone Goddess.
Tuesday,
August
10th,
2010
Everyone deserves a vacation. Mine was well deserved. This is the first real vacation I have had in 10 years in this biz. I have taken many trips days at a time for shopping and such, this trip was different. It was Amazing… I went on a Pagan Fest in the mountains of Colorado.
I then have spend a few days in a hotel held a few sessions and one more tomorrow. What fun. I am arriving home late on Thursday and will be online on Friday. Look for you then…
Wednesday,
July
28th,
2010
I hate to clean. I hate it. I recognize it as a necessity of life but let me tell you, that is one of the benefits of being the Object of Desire. Why do your self what you can have somebody else do for you? So, I found one of the big, strong local boys to do some work for me. Oh yes, we’d had a storm a while back and a tree had fallen in his mother’s yard. He was in town for her birthday and he was cutting it up. He’s quite the strapping young man and I’ll be damned if I didn’t find a reason to go over there and introduce myself. Now, his mother has always mistrusted me for one reason and one reason only…because I’m a couple of years younger than her but I look like I’m twenty years younger than her. She’s always nice to my face and that’s all I require. I know I’m intimidating.
So, I go inside her house and when he comes in, you know me darlings, I have my ways. Without even saying anything outright I let him know what’s going on. Within maybe, half an hour of my returning home, he’s knocking on my door. By this time…ooooh, I shouldn’t admit this—I’m already in my robe and my slip on heels with the fluff on them. You know the ones. I’m like, “Oh, hi sweetie! What a surprise!” I use them for just this kind of purpose. Before long I have him working hard, breathing heavy. I ask him if he wouldn’t like to take his shirt off to cool down. He was impressive. And he says, “You know, you are one Mother I’d Like to Fuck.” I say, “Oh my god, a MILF? You flatter me. Why no one’s EVER said that to me before.” Hahaha. After he cleaned the house I decided it was time for him to do some plumbing…
Monday,
July
26th,
2010
This is it; this is the end of the line (no pun intended). For those of you who haven’t been following the blog you won’t have read the prequel to this post, so please go and do it now.
So I’m on the train and this young man is sitting opposite me, drooling at the sight of me leaning forward as I talk to him about his problems. It’s obvious he’s looking straight down my top at my lovely big milf titties, and I don’t mind a bit; in fact I shift in my seat a little to make them bounce for him.
Before he knows what’s happening I drop to my knees on the floor and unzip his pants. His cock springs out like an angry snake ready to spit its venom all over me and perhaps bite! I grab it and look Tom in the eye. I smile at him and drag his cock along the line of my cleavage, shifting my boobs a little so that they wobble against his cock. Then I take it into my mouth and practice my cock sucking skills; I love to do this from time to time, and I don’t mind who I do it on, as long as the cock is quite big. This guys cock was big, and his girlfriend must have been an idiot to fall out with this guy; if he were mine I’d be fucking him all day long!
Before long I can feel the pressure building in his cock and just at the moment that I want to pull off his cock and let him cum on my face, the train doors open and in walk around three young teenage boys. I can’t pull off Tom’s cock so I just pretend that I’ve dropped something on the floor as he fills my mouth with cum! I’m moving my hands around all over the place on the floor and trying to swallow back this hot jizz load while these guys just walk past into the next carriage.
Phew!
Some me time!
Friday,
July
23rd,
2010
The young man didn’t believe me, I could tell, but he did sense in me a certain flirtatiousness that I deliberately delivered to reel him in.
“How you going to cheer me up then?” he said in a bolshie, self-assured way.
“Well, it’s pretty quiet here isn’t it?” I asked rhetorically, “I suppose I could try and take your mind of what’s bothering you,” I said with raised eyebrows. He could tell by the look in my eyes that this milf wasn’t thinking about psychoanalysis; he knew I meant to have him, it was only a question of time! Think back to it now, I honestly don’t think that this guy would have been able to do anything to stop me anyway; he looked a little too flimsy for that forceful stuff. He must have only been around 18 years old or something close to it. But you see, this is my weakness. I enjoy the company of young men as well as those who can afford to keep me in the comforts I have grown accustomed to.
I’ll get to all the really naughty stuff very soon, but you’ll have to keep reading the blog to find out the fate of this poor young man. If you can’t wait then you could always call me on the milf phonesex line and I’ll give you a little preview of it!
Monday,
July
19th,
2010
There are only so many things you can do with a guy on the train. You simply can’t get naked for one thing; there are usually too many people around for that sort of nonsense. However, when you travel home in the evening there are usually only a handful of commuters left and perhaps one or two teenagers with bottles of WKD, trying to get as “out of it” as humanly possible. It was on a night like this that I found a young man who looked the sort I could exploit. This is exactly what i did. His name was Tom and this is his story.
It turned out that Tom had fallen out with his girlfriend and I happened to be in the right place at just the right time in order to fully appreciate his sorrow. I can be a very sympathetic milf at times you know (call it milf ingenuity if you like). I have this maternal, calming effect over men, both young and old, so when there is a tormented soul sitting opposite me on the train how can I resist my natural milf instincts to exploit the situation and get something for myself out of the deal?
So, I introduced myself and told him that I noticed her was looking a little blue. I said that I was very good at cheering people up, and I insisted on helping him out of his obviously terrible ordeal.
More next time…
