Our secret ego

Friday night went nicely for Mistress. Went to an intimate little concert - had a friend performing, and she kicked ass, as women are want to do…

I sat in the crowd, looking around at the many people with their faces forward. Interesting how easy it is to study someone's curves, muscles, the way they dress themselves. We're remarkably obedient in this close quiet order of silence and smiles.

We went to an uptown bar after the gig, with expensive furniture and very pretty bartenders. Male and female. Tall, thin, black clothes, pretty. We all knew a large part of their currency, was their symmetric faces and friendly ways.

A few in our crowd took center stage, here as well. They have charisma, and oh so many interesting stories. If someone paid attention, who was audience, and who the performer here in our circle, would have been obvious too. I was glad for the story, and the outrageous personalities.

I observed, listened actively. No one in this crowd knows what I do for a living. No one here knew, when I come home and relax in My little den, I open My lines and allow men to kneel for Me, violate their sundry little bits, for My pleasure, and for My income. My previous life in the corporate arena makes it easy to explain, I still do contracts here and there, at My choosing.

I enjoy such restraint. You might have seen Me look off in the distance last night, and smile, thinking of you. Knowing it would be you who I'd be coming home to. Not all of us are driven by ego validation. There are few of us who know our quiet power, and know just when is the time, to whip... it... out...

Bring it little ones. I'll be gentle. Promise. *cough

Hybernating weekends, and garlic goodness

This has been a great weekend, Mistress decided to stay in and tend to her slavelettes. When you work from home, it's easy to get sucked into the lives of your slaves, for a few days. After a little while though, I feel like emerging from the cocoon, getting back with My peeps. "Where have you been?" is a common question.

Some of My friends know what I do for a living, others do not. Helps that I had a vanilla career before being summoned to the life that is Mistress. It feels quietly satisfying, to have a few close friends that know I humiliate and degrade boys for a living. Who'd a thunk! We never heard recruiters at career faires, sharing the option of pro Domme, now did we?

The smell of roasted garlic is taking over My kitchen. Was hankering for a bit of pasta with broccoli and some feta. A little oregano and lemon to make it interesting. Oh and rice vinegar. One other secret ingredient, which I may share if you ask …

I fantasize about your sissy little ass, trussed up in petticoats and apron, serving Me this afternoon. Might have to slide something up your skirt while you bend over, tending to My plants… *giggle

Challenge Me Downpour

Oh Mistress is a tired little Girl tonight… took a long hike into town, which I'll do occasionally for a workout. 5 miles roundtrip, 47 degrees out. I took My chances with the weather, since it was only 30% chance of raining… and guess who got caught in a horrendous downpour of windy heavy rain? Bingo!

When I finally got into town, and hit one of My fave restaurants, I was soaked to the bone, even with a rain slicker and 3 layers underneath. I tried to wait it out, considered getting a ride home and thought… F*CK it!! I stopped by a sports store, bought some fab rain pants, and trucked it home baby!

That tough stuff is what a Mistress is made of, hm? Hehe!

Mistress rewarded herself with a long warm bath, chilled naked flesh warming nicely in the water. I love looking around My home and seeing so many things you sweet slaves have bought Me. The lighting for My bathroom, the ipod, the JBL speakers I listened to while soaking My tired flesh and muscle…. You take care of Me nicely little ones!

That new Watchmen movie is looking very interesting, isn't it? I'll have to see what Ebert is saying on the subject. Was just considering the movie Secretary tonight while walking. Remember the scene where James Spader, at the height of his sexiness, had Ms. Secretary bent over the desk, slapping her ass for her misspelling and typos? Ah yes!! The tension and eroticism in that movie, is something I still savor.

What do you secretly savor?

Filling My patron with Patrón ....

Oh what an evening this Girl had last night. The weekend procession of perverts was going along typically, swimming in humiliations, sliding through the humbled and kneeling….

Then a little man who's called Me a few times in the past 2 years, decides he's up for a little forced intoxication. I remember him distinctly, even though we've only sessioned 3 times in the past. He likes a good long talk (2-4 hours), and has a distinct personality. Let's call him bob ;)

Bob wants to be told what to drink, how much to pound, only to arrive at a state of impairment, a place where he can be taken advantage of, and manipulated for whatever I'm in the mood for. And he was in a fun little mood. We forced half a 750 of Patrón Silver Tequila down that smooth throat of his!

Bob boy was so addicted and submissive to My mind and simmering giggle, he spent over 6 hours on the phone, offering Me that soft underbelly, and that oh so fat wallet! We found places to play that we'd yet to stumble upon in the past… and I'm setting him up on a 3 month plan, of tribute, and forced intox assignments! Beyond that though, he just loves the humiliation, willing to do ANYTHING I tell him to.

I love taking on pupils like this!

He also likes writing letters, handwritten letters, and receiving them too. I sometimes send birthday cards and little gifts to My faithful servants, because doting on those that worship Me, is very pleasing. Also there's something about a handwritten letter, the energy of the person, that gives the reader a bit of their soul. More personal than typewritten emails, so much more!

It's a little bit of affection, that. A poem, a thought on paper. Can't wait to get his little letter in the mail! I'm getting him fucked up later this week too – sent him to the liquor store and told him exactly what to buy, and how much he would be consuming, minimum, during our next late night encounter –

The beauty of My living, My slaves and this work – the variety, and that soft center down deep inside your husk. THAT'S the reward… That is the place, for Me!

Post Valentine's exhaustion!

Oh what a night Valentine's day was! Dancing, out til all hours with a close little friend (nay, I have not fucked him, but who knows, I might…). We ended up in a poh dunk little bar, singing a few karaoke songs, with an audience of maybe 6 people, and half of those, wait staff! My legs are still tired, although I'm sporting a smile –

My recent sale is over, and it was quite a bit of fun! Love rewarding faithful subs with a little price break now and then. Also brings in new clients who might want a chance to come up close, take a test ride, so to speak. And by then it's too late. They're bent over, with something huge up their bum moaning, how in the hell did that happen? Haha!

I think a little snooze is called for… Keep things juicy for Me!

Sore muscles and satisfaction $1.99 Sale

On a whim, I'm lowering My price to $1.99/minute. This will last until... it bores Me! Get it while it's hot little ones!

It's gotten a bit warmer out there this week, which makes this Mistress happy. I got 20+ miles in, hiking, walking and dancing, although not quite sure how to measure mileage with the dance factor (didn't wear the pedometer either on that one! Hahah). Had dinner made for Me by a recent boy toy bike boy, a few nights last week. He seemed very observant regarding what was firm on this fine form….

All those miles pay off hm? Haha!

Did a little updating on My foot fetish listing this week, after doing a special little photo shoot for a puss bump faggot that is denying himself for Me, even as we speak. Making him wear cotton panties to work too, and we just ordered him some princess panties due this week. Love humiliating that little urchin. Goddess knows, he won't be getting laid any time soon. No confidence, and no c*ck to speak of. Hand in hand hm? Or needle d*ck in hand….

Picked up a DVD of Mad Men season 1 tonight, as I've yet to see the first season, but the second season, impressed the hell out of Me. Getting wonderful reviews too – you need to check it out.

Call Mistress for a bit of dressing down. You need a little humiliation, admit it!

Stomp romp

Trampling boys dreams, with My sweet little feet –

This has been a foot filled week in Mistress land! Seems the foot freaks are coming out of the wood work and are so ready for action… My first little nerd boy has a few strikes against him – lives with his parents, only 20 years old, and has never been with a woman, in the biblical way (hail Mary full of grace… or something). He's also a fat little f*ck apparently, with such a tiny appendage, and dreadfully shy… although he DOES have one thing that makes him interesting – he is employed. And knows how to spend his money. 3 guesses where I might be going with that…

At least he knows what makes his love bump rigid and… well if it's exceptionally short, is erect the correct phrase? The sweat and stench of sweet women's feet does something dirty to his nervous system. Gives this little man a bit of a chubby. He also fantasizes about serving men on his knees, with a mouth so open wide. I've been making him do humiliating assignments, taking his money, making him bury his face into stinky girl socks, while sticking grocery produce where his sun doesn't shine…

What's not to love about My work hm?

My other talkative fella craving flesh covered phalanges, and has been a regular slave for over a year. He just adores the bunions of old withered women! The calluses, the corns, the toe jam, he revels in all of the dark foot maladies, that which most of us would find rather ugly. When we chat, we get into almost a chant like state for over an hour, meditative and erotic, sharing how we both know he is in inferior, and Women are superior. His place is on his knees worshiping the beauty of a mature woman and her hard working feet. The miracle of the body, and how it adapts, thickening skin with corns and calluses, that's the place we go together. Just goes to show anything can be sacred, if you approach it with the right attitude!

And speaking of feet – mine are actually sore today. I've been playing with My workout schedule, and have already walked 9 miles this week, in addition to a gym workout (5 miles yesterday). I love downloading radio shows and getting into a contemplative space while pounding through the miles, "taking to the air" as they used to say in the late 1800s (granted, I'm getting that from the show Deadwood). Today Mistress is going to sit on her firm ass, and enjoy every minute of it. I've earned it hm?