This will be a painfully (not in a good way) unsexy post for most of you. Still here? Guys tell me every day they want to serve me. Read that wording again. Some of you will see what's wrong with that sentence. For those who actually ask how they can serve me, the answer,
Nearly a decade ago in the early days of being Professional Dominatrix's in Vancouver, Miss Jasmine & I became friends. We did basically the same work & occasionally did sessions together. We've supported each other as our careers & lives have evolved. Jasmine recently reached out to set up a duo
A psychologist has asked me questions for a university course he's teaching. I thought some of my fans might be interested in the answers so am making a blog post out of it. Questions: 1. How do you see domination fitting into normal human sexuality? There is a wide spectrum of Domination in
What do you see when you look at the picture above? Do you see a Dominant, sexual woman? Maybe I'm inviting you to crawl up those stairs & service my feet or pussy? Do you think I'd want you to fuck me? Can you see the crotch of my panties
...you never know what you're going to get. Did you think I was going to say they're all sweet? Nope. I wasn't sure whether to say clients, fans or slaves. The term that fits best is client since they all pay me for something, at least in the beginning. They're all fans.
Just before I continue the story I want to ensure my readers know how to find me elsewhere: My members site: www.MistressT.net My clips store: http://www.clips4sale.com/23869 Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/MistressTdotnet In my last entry I hinted that although I was happy doing 'voyeur shows' I was starting to look for my next big thrill. Some of
I know some of you are dying to know what happened next in the journey that brought me here
I kept in touch with the male Dom who I met at The Power Exchange
...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