Femdom-Blog

Don’t allow any other man or woman define who you are. Especially when it comes to something intimate and personal like D/s. I am very careful (although I slip) to convey my blog as my opinion. They are my experiences only. Politely walk away from anyone who tries to define dominance as A, B, and C. What works for you, works for you. When I was 15, I got dangerously cozy with a college guy who was 6 years my senior. He was cute, had a car and could buy alcohol. But at 21, he was forbidden. That was the best part! He went to school about a half an hour away. And though he was too afraid to date me publicly, he always seemed to make time for me when it was private and convenient for him. It wasn’t until several years later that it occurred to me that we never went on what you could technically call a ‘date’. It was purely physical I realize now. But only because he kept it that way. I performed for him obediently hoping that it would lead to something more. But I was very young and I had never fully given myself to a guy. And I couldn’t bring myself to go all the way with this one. Not until he gave me the commitment I wanted. So after a few steamy, wet close calls, my college guy and I had reached an unfortunate stalemate. I wasn’t going beyond oral, and he wasn’t going to be seen with me publicly. Accepting that I wasn’t budging, my college guy put the breaks on. But, of course, he wasn’t mature about it. Rather than end it like the adult I thought he was, he just blew me off. No explanation, no apology, nothing. It left me feeling disrespected and used. I was hurt. When I confronted him, it got ugly. He said some horrible, hurtful things. More »

“Of course you’ll train Thomas just as I have your father,” commented Priscilla to her daughter, Amanda, “once you have him broken, he’ll never raise his voice to you again!” “Naturally, mother,” Amanda answered a matter of factly, “once the wedding is over, I’ll control him by his balls, just as you have father!!!” Her mother thought about that for a second and replied, “I’m not sure you should wait, dear, it would be a much more enjoyable honeymoon if Thomas was already broken and ready to serve you!” “Do you really think so,” asked Amanda seriously, “if we’re not married he might try to run on me!?!” “Priscilla chuckled and replied, “Dear, have you ever known me to misjudge a man!?!” Shaking her head and smiling, Amanda answered quickly, “You’re right as usual, when do you think I should do it!?!” “Well,” her mother replied, “isn’t he coming over this evening?!?” “Yes,” Amanda replied, “he’s picking me up at seven!” “Then it’s settled,” her mother replied firmly, “tonight when he comes by to pick you up, we’ll invite him in and then break his balls!!!”

“Please sit down,” Amanda said Thomas, “mother has a few things she’d like to talk to you about!” With a worried look Thomas sat down and waited for Amanda’s mother to speak! After clearing her voice she began, “As you know, in less than a month you will be marrying my daughter, and while I generally agree with her decision to marry you, I still hold some serious reservations!” “I-I don’t understand,” he stammered, “I have a good job, and I love your daughter deeply, and she loves me too!!! Priscilla gave Thomas a stern look and replied evenly, “My concerns lie elsewhere, young man, and if you are to marry my daughter the decisions you make in the next several minutes will be crucial, do I make myself clear!?!” “Uh, yes, perfectly,” he replied quietly, “what is it you want to know?!?” “What I want you to do, is get up and face Amanda and do exactly as she says,” Priscilla ordered!!!
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Until I met Ashley, I never considered myself bi-curious. But now, well you have to meet Ashley to understand. I met her in a chat room, and as chats would go everyone was aware of the fact that she was a lesbian, who happened to be into a D/s lifestyle. She was tough as nails and did not mess around and made it very clear she was only interested in women, particularly rubenesque women.

I checked out her profile and was I in for a surprise. Here was this gorgeous creature of a woman, standing 5 feet 8 inches tall, with long flowing brunette hair, green eyes and a figure to die for, nice pert tits, a flat stomach and a bush to match her head hair, and my first thoughts were that she was breaking a lot of men’s hearts and I thought no way could she be a Domme but I could also tell by her picture, she was not a woman to be controlled either. She was way too feminine looking to be a Domme and it was blowing my mind.

So, I started a conversation with her, just in the chat room at first and that led to other chats outside the chat room. We chatted about different things – jobs, every day things and sex. I guess I was more curious than I could admit. I had to know how this beautiful woman could be only into woman and not men; I had to know how she worked, what made her tick. So, the questions started, the answers came and the dream that made me write this – no explanation, just a dream that needed to be written. I chatted with her online for a long while. We became pretty good friends. We actually developed a closeness I had only experienced with a handful of women whom I consider my best friends. So we talked online, wrote letters back and forth, exchanged phone calls and then it happened, we knew we had to meet face to face. We made our plans to meet and it seemed as if time would not move fast enough for us to consummate the relationship, make it real by meeting face to face.

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I added a video on youtube for Ebony Femdom servants and sycophants. I also added new pictures of me including a Boot POV shot on my blog. I am going to be adding Femdom stories and more content to my website. I can’t wait until Memorial Day because I am going to the New Jersey shore! Yaaay. I have been drinking cranwater (a mix of diet cranberry juice and water) and eatings lots of vegetables. Of course I will be devouring poultry and seafood during my diet. I want to look amazing on the beach. I will make sure my ebony feet are as soft as possible in addition to having smooth soles. I will only wear the most stylish sandals on my black feet and the nicest nail polish so that I will sparkle and stand out. Black Dommes must always show off when they are out in public. A Black Dominatrix must always dress to fucking impress no matter where she is. You never know you may run into, maybe another Ebony Dominatrix who may know you! I have spotted an Ebony Domina who resides not too far from me in the least expected place. Anyway ciao for now bitches!

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Stephen was curious: The country house hotel and club was very old and very secluded deep in the countryside, and there had been an envelope waiting for him when he had arrived, and he had followed the instructions on the elegantly written note inside. The annex his new wife, Sarah, had booked them into was some distance from other parts of the hotel. After a session in the gym, a massage that had been booked for him, and some time in the spa, he was now naked as instructed on the note, except for a thick towel dressing gown. Sarah had obviously been planning carefully for what she had called ‘her half’ of their two week winter honeymoon, since he found his dinner jacket and other clothes and his wife’s favourite dresses were neatly arranged in their wardrobe in their room. But there was still no sign of Sarah, who had gone to spend the afternoon with a friend who lived locally and had also been one of the bridesmaids at their wedding. He smiled to himself as he thought of
Anne, and how good she had looked at the wedding, and the times they had spent together before he settled on Sarah, and the glimmer of a wicked smile twitched across his face.

He remembered their wedding and how good his bride had looked – her dress had been stunning – and was so proud that she was now his. She had promised to arrive later with a surprise for him. His mouth was going dry in anticipation, he was looking forward to a romantic evening with her, and she had obviously planned something. If only he knew what.

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Talia Monet is a strict disciplinarian who is hired by Bart’s wife to punish him on a weekly basis. Ms Monet has a list of Bart’s bad deeds over the past week and she is going to punish Bart for each of his mistakes. She starts out by giving Bart some OTK as she verbally chastises him about his childish behavior. Ms Monet, dressed in a classy business suit, really looks the part of a strict governess. Bart is then made to bend over the couch as Ms Monet wears Bart’s ass out with a leather belt. Bart’s punishment is far from over as Ms Monet unmercifully thrashes Bart’s ass with large wooden paddles and canes, before delivering many hard face slaps. Bart then makes the mistake of cursing in Ms Monet’s presence. Infuriated, Ms Monet decides to wash Bart’s mouth out with soap and then makes him bend back over her knee for a severe bath brush paddling. Lots of hard CP in this video.

Moments away from Piazza del Duomo and Teatro alla Scala on the Via Montenapoleone, you would be forgiven for passing without notice the carved blackwood doors situated in between Prada and Hermes. Little known to the passing fashionistas, behind these doors is the world’s most exclusive emporium – The House of Fiorella.

Entrance is by invitation and appointment and only then, after recommendation by at least two of her existing clients. Fiorella doesn’t advertise and knowledge of her emporium is exchanged only by word of mouth through her clientele in hushed, excited whispers when they receive their RSVP to her latest showing. The pleasure of the clients begins when they receive these thick inlaid cream cards, scented with rose damask, indigo ink and copperplate calligraphy. Even her stationery is indicative of the pleasure and indulgence hidden behind those secretive doors.

Resplendent in her tightly fitted, red silk Kiton suit, discreet jewellery, shining ebony waterfall of hair and immaculate handmade high heels, Fiorella herself is the epitome of the very luxury she purveys – perfect, tailor-made, bespoke slaves for women from the highest echelons of society.

Fiorella used to attend faux slave auctions in her younger days – surrounded by the whoops and catcalls of the crowd, always feeling out of place in the sweaty club environment and frustrated that the auctions only scratched the surface of her own desires. More »

The two men stood in the middle of the room with their heads hung low, not daring to look at their mistresses until they were spoken to! Both mother and daughter were lolling on the sofa naked, with their legs spread wide and their vaginas flared open in a wet invitation for oral sex! “Don’t they look just precious,” Priscilla said to her daughter, while eyeing her husband and son in law, “I especially think Tommy looks so sweet in his new bra and panty out fit!!!” “Me too,” her daughter gushed, “they both have such large erections, and they look so uncomfortable, I’ll bet they wish they could put them into our pussies right now!!!” “Mmmmm, I’m sure,” Priscilla replied, “but we have other plans for those erections don’t we!?!” “That’s right,” Amanda replied while laughing, “you two little pussies will soon be putting on a show for our best girl friends!!! A look of horror came over Tommy’s face as he realized the ramifications of what his new bride had just revealed, and he begged, “P-please, dear, don’t let anyone see me dressed like this!!!” “Did I say you could speak,” Amanda demanded!?! “No,” he replied softly, “I-I’m sorry, dear!” “That’s better,” she retorted, “you just shut your mouth and do what you’re told!!!” More »