I’m leaving … sort of.
Don’t panic. I promise you, this is not the end of an era and I’m not going anywhere any time soon. This is simply a changing of the guard. I’m packing up my things and moving how you interact with me. With the advent of social media, we all have seen a shift in how we interact with the world around us … we’re more instantly connected and we have an increased ability to really reach out to each other. This is as important in our personal lives as it is in our kinky lives and I want to reflect that in your ability to engage with me.
I’m terrible at blogging
If you’ve known me for longer than half a minute you know that I’m dreadful with blogging like this. Yes I update fairly regularly but, between keeping up with your fantastic femdom phonesex calls and my own personal
addiction to social media engagement of social media in my personal life, sometimes blogging falls by the wayside. And I’ve always felt that wasn’t fair to you because I know how you love to interact with me. So a solution had to be presented … and so it has.
If you click on that little button right there, you’ll be directed to my new blog, hosted by TUMBLR. (Go on, click it … I can wait).
Why the change?
Well, I find that I prefer TUMBLR, first and foremost. It’s an instant gratification of being able to post updates, audios and some of my silliness in a way that I feel gets out to you faster and easier than I’ve managed with this blog. It’s more of a conversation than a dictation because I can follow you and we can interact more so than just a blog post can convey. It’s more reflective of who I am as both a Mistress and as a woman and allows me a greater opportunity to let you get to know me.
This is the end … sort of
So this will be my last post on THIS blog and all future updates will be on my Alpha Femdom Phone Sex blog, hosted by TUMBLR. I do hope you’ll join me and follow me. I’ve so much to share with you (And I promise, only minimal pictures of cats and food … well … cats anyway)
Looking forward to seeing you there
All my best
This is something I take a great amount of pride in. You see, any woman can be promiscuous, but it takes a special kind of woman to keep a stable of men for her pleasure. That sort of thing is on an entirely different plane and one that goes beyond simple “cheating wife” mentality. I am the Alpha Female, adored by studs and worshiped by cuckolds. To embrace my own sexuality and use it against you is something very few women can ever achieve … but certainly, I’m exceptional for that and any number of other reasons.
Are you a stud?
Of course, because I’m rather skilled at keeping such a stable, there’s always a line of men clamoring to be a part of it. I’m used to it, naturally, and I love the fact that having such an abundance of applicants (as it were) means that I can choose only the best and brightest to serve me, be they cuckold or bull. My own sexuality aside, having men consistently devote themselves to my pleasure only serves to increase my desire, as well as my status as a world class cuckoldress. And it’s not JUST bulls that I keep in my stable of men … No, I should be served by every aspect of male, from Alpha to omega.
That being said, even though the pool of applicants is always quite large, that doesn’t mean you can’t put your name in the hat as well. Knowing what I know about the men who tend to be drawn to me, I suspect you’re far more likely to be a little submissive cuckold than a big bull, but that’s all right, too. I accept all applicants on their own merits.
When you call me for your cuckold phone sex, you’ll have your opportunity to show me where you fall in the cuckold spectrum. Be sure you put your best foot forward, since it may be your only chance to impress me. And if you do manage to impress me, who knows? I might let you move on to the next step in the process of being owned by a cuckoldress such as myself.
Have you ever found yourself with a compulsion to reach out and touch something? You don’t know why but your eyes catch on something and your fingers start to itch with the desire to feel it’s texture. It could be a warm, soft kitten all curled up in a ball on the couch or it could be the cold steel of a refrigerator door … it’s not always sexualized but the desire to touch and feel is innate within all of us. It relates to how we process information … how we experience the world surrounding us. It’s almost unconscious to reach out and feel something in your line of vision … and certainly, it’s something you take for granted.
What if you suddenly found yourself unable to touch … unable to feel? It seems like something innocent enough, no? You have self control … certainly you can withstand the temptation to reach out and touch something you can see. Like a sissy in a store, controlling himself from running his fingers over the silky panties all on display. But what if the deprivation wasn’t your own? What if you were unable to touch because you were prevented from doing so? Could you stand the absence? What if another sense were taken away … the ability to see? What if you couldn’t hear?
Sensory bondage (or deprivation) is a tool used by some dominant partners to overwhelm and enhance a bondage session. To enforce a feeling of helplessness, a slave is bound in a fashion that removes as many senses as the Domme feels is appropriate. Blindfolds, earbuds set to white noise, boxing gloves … these are all used to create the absence of touch and sight and sound. And once you are bound in such a fashion … you are at the mercy of your femdom mistress.
Once you’re helpless … anything can be done to you. Blindfolded, you’d never see me coming … until you felt the brush of my fingers against your thigh. You can’t anticipate what might happen until you feel my breath against your ear … straining to hear those soft words over the buzzing of white noise in your ears. Time passes differently when you can’t see the clock, can’t hear what is going on around you … you live inside your own head and you can almost master the art of self-edging through sheer denial of your senses.
Sensory bondage enables me to make you feel vulnerable using simple household items … to get inside your head and make you tremble. Whether I touch you or not …
I suppose it’s true … absence really does make the cock grow harder.
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CBT makes it hurt so good
Are you the type of man who likes a little pain with your pleasure? Or perhaps a little pleasure with your pain, if you prefer? Aren’t you the lucky one, seeing as I’m the same. Prefer a little pain with your pleasure, that is. No pain for me, thank you very much. In this one case, I’m far better at giving than receiving. Mind you, it doesn’t need to be anything terrible … doesn’t even have to make you cry (much) but it should be enough that I should have your attention focused right where I want it.
Stroke until it hurts
Everyone enjoys a little guided masturbation, yes? It’s one of those things you simply can’t go wrong with. But if receiving jerk-off instructions is good, then making it a little more intense is even better … at least for those of you with a somewhat masochistic bent, anyway.
Because I’m a Mistress who’s well-versed in these sorts of things, it’ll be quite easy for us to incorporate some CBT into our regular JOI sessions. Do you have toys for this specific purpose? Lovely. Bring them. If you don’t, however, don’t worry. I can teach you to make your hands into wonderful little tools of torment that will more than suffice for our needs.
CBT Loud and proud!
The only thing I really need from you is your obedience (naturally) and your feedback. Silence on your end is no fun at all, for either of us. The more I hear out of you, the better off we’ll both be. Your moans, whimpers, and cries for more will tell me all I need to know about how to proceed, which will help you get the deeply satisfying session that you’re looking for.
Let’s get started, shall we?
Hello, faithful readers. As you will likely recall, I recently blogged about a new erotic audio that I created for those of you who are curious about what a future based on the principle of Female Supremacy would be like. In that imagined world, the only two options for a man are either life as a breeding slave or life as a fully chaste manual laborer.
How Long Can You Be Locked In Chastity
The truth is, when it comes to male chastity, most men prefer to try a somewhat less permanent route. And I, too, see the benefits of short-term chastity, so I’m perfectly all right with utilizing it as I see fit to achieve an intended goal. Luckily for those of you who don’t like the idea of being locked in chastity for the entirety of your lives, reality offers you some other options.
Chastity = Perfect Submission
You see, chastity adds another layer to the idea of orgasm denial. While I know that each and every one of you are undoubtedly perfect submissives who would never dream of disobeying a direct order from your Mistress not to touch yourself, being locked into a chastity device means that even if you (heaven forbid) wanted to disobey, you wouldn’t be able to. And that knowledge alone is often enough to keep the locked-up man in a state of mild arousal, which, in turn, makes the period of denial feel even more intense (for him) and amusing (for me).
You’d be hard-pressed (in more ways than one) to find a better way of reminding you of your place than being locked into chastity, so if you’re interested, do let me know.