I kept in touch with the male Dom who I met at The Power Exchange
I'm going to 'pause' the story again for a side-bar moment of self-indulgent fluff. Since the blog is about getting to know 'Mistress T' more intimately I'll tell you more about the ingredients that make me who I am. Although I don't normally go in for all the horoscope hooey I
...continued from the last post...and I know some of you have been anxiously awaiting more of this story...after I fisted her and played with her for a bit longer the male Dom asked if I'd like my boots shined. His little smirk and her moans of excitement led me to
While I was working as a receptionist at that big company in my early 20's a coworker introduced me to an interesting website. I think it was called "Bianca's Woods" or something like that. It was a place where people could write sexy stories and post them for others to
Shortly after arriving in Vancouver I 'landed' what I thought was a good job working in a call center. I had had several sales jobs at that point and I was pretty good. I was aggressive and competitive. My life story is full of important meetings and it never ceases to
When asked why I moved to Vancouver I often say 'weather & economy' but the real reason is that I fell in love with a married man. Here's the story: I was 20. He was 10 years older and the owner of the company I worked for. He was married with
I'm pausing the story to share a photo I just received from the lovely Nina Birch in London. It includes herself and the diabolical Fetish Liza (red latex) and Moi. [caption id="attachment_34" align="alignleft" width="460" caption="Fetish Liza, Nina Birch & Mistress T in London for Skin Two Rubber Ball May 28, 2011"][/caption] I
I almost entitled this entry "Sport Fucking". Wikipedia says this about hormones: "In essence, it is a chemical messenger that transports a signal from one cell to another." It's important to remember that we are really just animals. Evolved & complex yes, but really just animals. We're hard-wired to reproduce. It's
I realize that many reading this would rather read the smut than my la-la childhood memories
The beginning seems to be the appropriate place to start with this tale. I was raised in rural Nova Scotia, Canada. I was surrounded by farms and apple trees. I had a poor upbringing but all my basic needs were covered. My parents did the best they could with what they