The Inferno has started...

It’s a cold winter day, and I’ve been mulling a few thoughts around, about a recent experience I had. This chilly winter morning is the day that I dish!

A dear friend of Mine, Mistress and sweet Dominant, had a private party recently that was very much a success. I arrived after visiting early with a few vanilla friends, playing cards, having dinner. I remember sliding on my leather jacket to leave a bit early, followed by protests and curiosity. The evasive, oh getting together with a few friends, sufficed. We all balance that, yes? This group of early evening friends, a particularly devote clan, would have been left with minds blown away, had I told them the truth.

“Oh, heading to a BDSM play party for a little hard fun.” Yes. I’ll keep that answer tucked away. The more honest, yet perhaps the less kind, for others that just can’t assimilate such things.

I arrived an hour after the long evening started. Massage tables scattered in living & dining rooms. New people, in various stays of clothing. Several folks that I’d feel quite fine having a cup of coffee with, however wouldn’t approach session or nudity with. And then… I met Christina and Lisbeth.

These two had travelled just as far to be here. Those of us who live outside major metropolitan areas get used to driving an hour or two to gather with other likeminded kinksters.

Christina is a raven haired trans lady, with French nails, sparkles on the tips. Striking blue eyes. Lisbeth was crawling on the couch I found them on. Her fuchsia Mohawk mingled well with the tattoos travelling her skin. I’ve heard others refer to Lisbeth as a tornado of energy, and I’d have to agree. Fascinating, playful, and later I’d find, a warrior of a Dominant.

Stay tuned for the rest dear readers. It’s worth the wait...

Kneeling night ahead

Happy Hallow’s Eve, kinky boys! I’m still deciding what shindig to go to this weekend. You got spooky plans? I might just drop in here and there, then land at the party I *really* want to spend My time at.

Mistress likes to workout… actually let Me rephrase that. Mistress likes her body in check, firm, and ready to snap, so I must workout. Keeping the instrument of your destruction strong and supple, is a necessity.

Today I was jonesing for something a little different. A Grrl gets bored (in more ways than one) and needs a few options. So, I slid out a big black tape from the dusty VHS collection, and clicked Play.

I was rewarded with - the right choice, babydolls! I need to use that tape more often. Halfway into sweating and hip hop dance moves (okay I admit it!) the phone rang.
And yes, it was you. You know which one you are.

This man, I’ll call chris, is married and looking for a little candy, on the side. His trick or treat was, THIS sweetness has a bite! I grabbed ahold of his mind, he mumbled about feeling a bit fuzzy, confused, like he was being seduced, yet rock hard with the sound of My voice…

chris was lulled into capture, exploited and yes, taken advantage of. Tributes, edging, and when I finally let him blow? He was forced to utter such humiliating things (giggle)!

I smiled after we finished, took a few notes on the slave, and went back to finish My workout. Gave a little lift to My high kicks!

I need you closer, I need to inspect you – on My terms, only. Your voice is the start, then we’ll get to the matter -

Brit Blues

What is it about the Blues that can get a Grrl to groovin’ – stumbled on PBS, with Hugh Laurie (you know, famous Brit, star of the series House), meandering around New Orleans. Mr. Laurie has a side I hadn’t anticipated = gifted blues boy. He gives a concert in the special, “Let Them Talk” with heavyweights in the music scene (including THE Tom Jones). He slowly drawls out James Booker tunes, and a very many others.

Inspiring. I want to creep out in the darkness tonight, and find some speak easy somewhere in the Pac Northwest, where My body resides. Yeah, fat chance.

My sleep patterns have been wonky as usual, thus if you’re jonesing for Me, drop a note on Niteflirt. That, I check daily, a few times. I log in a few hours a day for My amusement and your edification.

Last night chatted with a fella very much into a lot of light pain. We got him zippered up about the balls, 8 clothing pins pinched tight on the nethers, while nipples and nostrils also got the grip. He made such delicious noise, a moaner and a grunter that one. Almost melodramatic I’d say. Still smiling thinking of his hour of torture and eventual ruined orgasm.

I might need to write a book about these moments with the likes of you. Calling Me for FemDom phone sex might be just what you need, and My faithfuls know, you’ll be the one getting fucked. Mentally, and if I’m in the mood, we’ll find something long and stiff to shove up your –

Warm summer night, candles and fire

Oh, Mistress is feeling a little bit foggy today! After last night, my state is deserved!

I visited a decadent couple in a nearby town (well, an hour’s drive away). They were having a brew party, celebrating homemade spirits. I’m not much of a drinker, but DAMN these Grrls can brew some yummy beer! They even have a full size kegorator with 4 spouts! Pale ale, or dark stout anyone?

There were huge trays of watermelon, tangelos, oooh and the cucumber salad crunched, tasting so silky. Sausage, Challah bread, Port Salut and and Brie cheese, oooh Mistress is going to be working out tonight!! It all tasted yummy and I knew I’d have a price to pay, which means a few more minutes of sweating this evening.

Their guest bedroom held a secret surprise – the bed was dressed in black and red, covered with more leather than I’ve seen in one place, in a very long time! Leather corsets, chaps, the sensual strings dangling from bindings. You could just fall into the pile and be wrapped in a leather cocoon.

You’d be lucky to count these juicy ladies as friends. That, and they throw a fab party!

Okay, enough of the glowing exuberance… *clears throat* Back to our dark business… Slaves, it’ a hot summer night, a bit humid on the East Coast (I’m thinking of your safety this weekend, in wake of Hurricane Irene). Mistress will be logged in today for a good spell, and I’m eager to distract you from your day to days. Bring it, precious…

Frisk and feel

With the warm sun bronzing my skin, and the beauty of nature on My hikes, Mistress is feeling frisky! I've been dreaming about country men, cowboys and ranch hands. Something about all the tackle, tools of their trade, makes Me intimately curious.

The boys with the butchy trades, masculine and strong, are so much sweeter when they submit. Just love all that muscle and strength kneeling with lowered head, offering Me everything they've got.

Let's have phone sex on Niteflirt! Just know, the only one spreading wide to say AAAH... will be YOU, dear slave! ~giggle

Seducing from the stage

Glorious summer day outside! I’ve been getting over a little cold these past few days, yet am feeling the need for a little dirt and nature, under My hiking boots. Or… perhaps YOU under the tread of My firm foot? Haha!

Went out last night with a close friend and her new lover (his band mate came along too). Open mic night at a local restaurant, and the crowd was light. The warm weather and recent July 4th holiday, may have had people staying in for the eve. We listened to the men’s song, and cheered them on (but of course!).

The night was still fresh, and we wanted MORE! Out again to a dive bike bar, for karaoke night. Again a small crowd, ah but a mic, and a dance floor. Each of us had our turn on the stage, and at one point, I had the dance floor full, and had the first crowd ovation. I shit you not!!
Mistress still has a few kicks left… heheh!

And speaking of getting a little out of control... Do you get WILD in bed? It’s sometimes smart to drape a nice, darkly colored set of sheets, over the sacred bed chamber. Dan Savage has said this many times on his podcasts. When it’s getting down and dirty on the sheets, make sure you’ve got a dark umber or deep blue shade going. These colors forgive the dirtiest of sins.

You’ll never guess who just added a few sets of deep dark sheets to her wishlist? ~ giggle ~

And the link - http://amzn.com/w/UOWNA8YHJ0R6 ... Dare ya!

My shoulders are oh so tight, longing for strong slow silken fingers, to soothe the beast inside...

Resting Mistress

Mistress must face a conundrum today. Create an entry here, a scenario that would seduce the best of boys into a lengthy session of erotic play... or tell you the truth about why I've been unavailable this week. Let's try truth.

Mistress is very sick this week. I've come down with an impressively strong throat cold that makes it difficult for Me to even chat on the phone for 10 minutes of time. Usually a course of herbs, rest and plenty of tea, nips this kind of thing in the bug.

Yet a little strain of nasties has set up camp in this bod, and is taking it's time leaving. Kind of like house guests who stay too long, and aren't picking up cues that it's time to skedaddle. Here I've been arrogantly hiking 5 miles, dancing all night, step aerobics, all in the past week. Pushing My body hard because it's felt so luscious to do so. I'm starting to get more tone and stamina, and the sun is coming. My flesh will feel its warmth this summer!

It's times like this when your soothing submission would be very welcome. Making My tea, drawing My bath, brushing My long hair, while I nodded off in rest. I've been to the doctor, and have a round of those anti-bio-tics, which typically nips the nasties within a day or two. Haven't needed to take such things for years, which I guess is a good thing.

One thing ailing health can offer is a time for contemplation and rest. I am such a strong woman and forget that I can be weak, and health is a lucky thing. If you'd like to baby/pamper Mistress while she's healing? I've added a few "baby" Target gift cards to My Amazon wishlist, which helps Me get teas, bath salts, etc. Also tributes on Niteflirt are always welcome.

You will be with Me soon, little ones. Be ready!