Is it true, January draws nigh, and February is upon us. 2012 marching to its demise…
Hello slaves and minions. I am so very happy you’re here!
This morning I woke up just before dawn, and felt the need to shake off the dust, with a little water and suds. Today’s a little bit different though. I brought out candles, lit the wicks, and brought in My music, to slither in soap and jam My way clean.
Damn, I felt so sexy, jamming out to candlelight, splashing in hot water. I’ve got a feeling, Mistress is going dancing very soon…
I’m curious what brings your month to a close, and how you seek to cleanse yourself of dark dirty thoughts…
January 30, 2012
December 31, 2011
Newest Year Noodle
The New Year is just inches away from Me, on this dark humid night, somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. Knowing there are so many slaves out there, yearning for submission, aching for the sting of My hand, gives a secret thrill.
I just spent a few hours chatting with a boy, deep in the California wilderness. He’s a bit of a lumberjack (he says) and has many flannel shirts, for working in the cold. I’ve sent him to town for booze, so he can come back home to his house on the lake, charge up his debit card, and slowly get drunk, while I get him drunker….
Boys who slide into intoxication, at My urging? Are very easy to manipulate… ooh, I am a scoundrel.
I’m pondering writing Part 2, about My evening with Lisbeth and Christina (you know, from My last blog entry below?). Part of Me thinks the details might be best, kept to Myself. I saw many things that night that were fresh and new (along with insertables that would make any Mistress blush). OH MY – SIDENOTE - I just found out that the newest version of Microsoft Word, has a standard dictionary which does NOT RECOGNIZE the word – INSERTABLE. Maybe MS Word’s dictionary is a little phobic, about things going inside it? heehee
What say you, reader? Are you interested in a second part to the Lisbeth/Christina evening, started in the last blog? Write Me at Niteflirt, let Me know your verdict. If I get 5 readers saying, “YES MORE!” to My debauchery with Lisbeth the lean, and Christina the raven haired…. I’ll do it!
Best to you – Mistress Ruby licious
I just spent a few hours chatting with a boy, deep in the California wilderness. He’s a bit of a lumberjack (he says) and has many flannel shirts, for working in the cold. I’ve sent him to town for booze, so he can come back home to his house on the lake, charge up his debit card, and slowly get drunk, while I get him drunker….
Boys who slide into intoxication, at My urging? Are very easy to manipulate… ooh, I am a scoundrel.
I’m pondering writing Part 2, about My evening with Lisbeth and Christina (you know, from My last blog entry below?). Part of Me thinks the details might be best, kept to Myself. I saw many things that night that were fresh and new (along with insertables that would make any Mistress blush). OH MY – SIDENOTE - I just found out that the newest version of Microsoft Word, has a standard dictionary which does NOT RECOGNIZE the word – INSERTABLE. Maybe MS Word’s dictionary is a little phobic, about things going inside it? heehee
What say you, reader? Are you interested in a second part to the Lisbeth/Christina evening, started in the last blog? Write Me at Niteflirt, let Me know your verdict. If I get 5 readers saying, “YES MORE!” to My debauchery with Lisbeth the lean, and Christina the raven haired…. I’ll do it!
Best to you – Mistress Ruby licious
November 19, 2011
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...
October 27, 2011
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 -
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 -
September 30, 2011
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 –
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 –
August 28, 2011
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…
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…
July 31, 2011
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
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
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