More Adventures

Mistress T in fishnets.

Fishnets are great for ‘fishing’ for lovers. I usually catch quite a lot…

Even I find my life bizarre at times. My Saturday last night was blog-worthy.

It was a fetish party night. In Vancouver these days there’s at least two a month. It’s my regular thing & I’ve been going for ten years now. I know a lot of people. Everyone dresses in sexy attire. It’s very friendly. I drink, I dance & I make out with people.

Last night I went to a pre-party. It was at the apartment of one of my ‘occasional’ casual lovers. I arrived before everyone else so I could squeeze in an orgasm to set the tone for the evening. A moment after arriving I checked to see how much time we had & advised him to get a towel for me to sit on so I didn’t make a wet spot on his sofa. I lifted my dress & with him kneeling on the floor he happily licked me to climax. Just in time as the other guests arrived moments later.

It was a nice pre-party with some very interesting people. All of them sexy, every one.

The fetish party was slower than usual. It’s a long weekend here (Canada Day) so people are out of town camping, etc. There were a lot of familiar faces though & I really got my dance on. I was invited into the ‘make out room’ & gave my kiss-proof lipstick a run for its money. He was a new friend, I don’t recall his name, one who didn’t know about ‘Mistress T’ & I loved that. I prefer to be wanted for ‘me’ rather than the ‘porn star’. He asked me if I would make out with his girlfriend & I gladly obliged. She was sitting by the dance floor & I strode over in my platform stiletto’s, slowly straddled her & brought my face very close to hers & just breathed (I was chewing cinnamon flavored gum). Take notes boys, most women do not want to be attacked when you kiss them for the first time. Give her a chance to make the decision, to meet you part way. She did & we kissed softly while I was careful to keep most of my weight on my legs & not her lap.

There’s an art to good kissing & I pride myself of being really fucking good at it. Men & women tend to be different…but everyone is unique. Read the signs, body language, breathing, etc. Use your hands well…I might stroke someone softly or pull their hair & choke them.

They asked me to come home with them but I had had a few drinks & actually prefer to not have sex when I’m drunk. I prefer to eat hamburgers. I’m mostly vegetarian which makes eating burgers when I’ve been drinking seem even more hedonistic. When sex is part of your work, it’s funny how the urge to rebel comes out in other ways.

As I was making my exit I got an email from a fan offering me $750 to come over to his place. I still wanted a hamburger more than the money so I went to my favorite late night diner & messaged him for awhile to get a feel for the situation. He actually sounded fun so I finished my meal, made my safety call (called a friend with the address of where I was going) & headed over. It was a nice place in a nice neighborhood.

He opened the door at about 3am, me half in the bag, now changed into my comfy (non-fetish) attire. A sun dress & flip flops. I sized him up quickly & checked my gut. Just a harmless, horny, lonely guy. I entered & he handed me the wad of cash. I got myself a glass of water (I wanted to check the place out a bit) & then asked him what may be a famous Mistress T line someday: “So, what are you into?”

The first thing he said was golden showers. Perfect, of course I needed to pee so told him to strip & get in the bathtub. As I was standing above him, pissing on his face, focusing on not falling off the edge of the tub I marveled at my crazy life.

Rinsed off on the bed I told him to tell me what else he’s into. Cuckolding, being made to suck cock, humiliated, degraded…I felt like I had won the lottery. I started to stroke his erect cock, I like to feel a hard cock in my hand. It gives me a great sense of power. Then I told him to take over while I used my most powerful weapon: my mouth. Not like THAT! I meant my verbals. I told him that a woman like me would never fuck him or even have anything to do with him without him paying for it. I told him that he might be useful someday as a cock fluffer for me. Maybe I’d pimp him out at a sex club or a gay bar. I called him names, painted a bleak future for him as my cuckold, I went on & on, looking down at him, looking him in the eye, whispering in his ear as he stroked himself off. Then I kissed him a few times on the forehead because I like to let certain men know I don’t mean all the awful things I say.

We laid in bed awhile longer chatting. Him with spunk all over his tummy & me still in my sundress. I asked how many women he had emailed looking for a late night hook up. I knew how hard it was to get a Domme over to your place at all, let alone in the middle of the night with no advance notice. I figured he had tried them all & probably some escorts too. As it turns out, he had only emailed me. He’s just a huge fan & took a shot. I only accept about one client a month these days so I told him he was even luckier than he thought he was. I also told him that he was a sucker for paying me $750 to pee on him & talk dirty for less than an hour. I gave him back a few hundred.

As I left I called my pal Samantha Mack to say I was fine & walking home. She insisted on coming to pick me up & we went for a bite at our favorite 24 hour vegetarian place. As I crawled into bed at around 5am I mulled over my bizarre life. So many crazy adventures!

A note on safety: Going to a strangers place in the middle of the night while intoxicated is pretty much the riskiest thing you can do. I don’t recommend it. I went with my gut, I made a safety call, I have self defense training, but if the guy had wanted to do me harm the odds would not have been in my favor. Part of the reason I did it was for the thrill, although I also believe there are more people in this world who would rather hug you than hurt you.

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Burning Man 2011

Burning Man 2011 was my 5th burn in 6 years (I skipped last year). For those who have no idea what burning man is I’ll just say a few quick things as to not bore those who already are familiar.

Burning Man is a lot of things and different for everyone. People of all different ages and backgrounds go and enjoy it. There’s a lot of art, costumes, creativity, music, hippie stuff, partying & socializing. It’s spiritual for a lot of people and just a big party for others. With 50,000 people in the dessert for a week it really is whatever you want it to be!

This video is GREAT (I’m not in it) and it really communicates the spirit of the event:

The pics below show me enjoying watching things burn (obviously fire is a big part of ‘Burning’ Man) and some pics in fun costumes. The one kissy pic is of the boy I had a little Burning Man fling with.  Yum.

By the light of 'The Man' burning.

Part of the crowd huddled around the burning remains of 'The Man'.

I love watching fire.

Giantess T: Roar!

That yellow stickers says: "Fuck Work" case u wondered...

Yummy 28 year old fireman who STARTED my fire!

Pink Power!

That's an ass worth kissing!

Bottoms up!

Just 18

I’ve just had a blog-worthy sexual experience.

Those who are familiar with my work know that one of my frequent themes is ‘older woman/younger man’ or MILF/cougar. I know I look young for 35 but I have no issue with being referred to as an older woman. I like it. The whole Mrs. Robinson thing…Susan Sarandon in Bull Durham, etc.

“Older woman/younger man” conjures images of an experienced, confident, mature woman patiently taking a young man under her wing and teaching him, training him in the art of pleasuring a woman. Most men understand why this is hot for men and remember having boyhood or teen crushes on an older woman: school teachers, their mom’s friends, a female boss…but what some don’t think about is why this is hot for the older female. I won’t pretend to represent all other women. I can only give you my perspective.

#1. The situation: I knew this boy since he was 10. Being a friend of  his parents I would see him a couple times a year. The last time I saw him he was 16 and had grown/matured a lot in the time since I had seen him previously. His voice had changed and he looked at me with the eyes of a sexual man, not a boy. I knew that is was wrong to be attracted to him but there was no ignoring my full body flush & quickened heart beat. My primal sexual being was on ‘pounce’ mode. That part of me did not logically see age, it just saw youthful virility. 18 is the legal age of consent in Canada so I kept my distance.

On his 18th birthday last week his step father texted me to give me a heads up that the boy was now legal. I barely slept that night. I was conflicted. It was enticing but there was 17 years between us. I was old enough to be his mother, technically. Would he be interested in someone as old as me? Would he be mature enough? The next day I made inquiries. I confirmed that he was far from a virgin, he was very mature, had grown into a handsome young man and was in fact moving across the country next month on his own. I only had a small window of opportunity.

I texted him a simple belated birthday wish and received a reply that he was now legal…so it was on. The cheeky bugger was flirting with me right from the start. It took a few days to coordinate our schedules but we finally found a couple of hours on my last evening before leaving for Burning Man. By the time I get back he’ll have moved away.

#2. The look & feel: Veal kept springing to mind. I love steak but tender veal is a different delight. I boy who is just becoming a man, skin so fresh and soft…a body not quite filled out yet, a baby face…and that fresh, new man smell. Younger men do have a different scent than middle age men (and older men have a different smell too). I swear, you could blindfold me and I could guess a man’s age within 10 years just by smell.

He entered and kicked off his sneakers and set down his backpack. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, multiple piercings in his ears as is trendy with young people these days. I was surprised at how young he looked. I think I was expecting him to look older by now. If I didn’t know I might have guessed his age to be closer to 16. All of a sudden I felt like this was wrong. He was too innocent looking.

We chatted on the sofa for a bit and he seemed quite mature, not too nervous, charming really. I had had a drink to steady my nerves (yes, I was nervous) and knowing we didn’t have much time I leaned in and kissed him. He leaned in and met my kiss with such surprising sensuality I had to pull back and look to confirm that mouth belonged to that baby face. A kiss can tell you a lot about how someone will be in bed. That kiss told me that I wouldn’t need to do much training.

On the bed, cloths off, his slender frame was so boyish, his skin so smooth…it felt kind of wrong, which had a taboo sexiness to it, thrilling…I asked if he liked to lick pussy & he smiled eagerly and said he loved it (good sign). Down he went and I was shocked. Holy sweet mother of god. He licked pussy like he kissed. How could this 18 year old boy do what so many men can’t do even with instructions? He was so happy & eager down there too, all smiles just going for it like he knew he was a gold medal pussy licker. It was sweet & funny…and I climaxed before long. Ka-pow!

I’ll spare you the rest of the play-by-play. I’ll just say that it was ALL good and overall it was a very fun, positive experience.

In conversation I found his youth so refreshing…not yet jaded and bitter. He is so excited about his new adventures, learning about the world and himself. I couldn’t help giving some maternal advice and ensuring he knew how to get in touch if he ever needed help. I felt nurturing and like I was recapturing some of my youth at the same time.

I doubt this is the end…when he comes home for Christmas or other times I’ll likely be high on his to-see list…and if I make it to his city, he’ll be my first stop. It’s not love, it’s far less complicated than that. It’s casual, fun and lustful. I wish sex could always be this pure.

MistressT in bed

In bed with Mistress T

Let’s get a little dirtier

I realize that many reading this would rather read the smut than my la-la childhood memories…so here’s some sexier stuff (maybe?).


Would you like to know how I lost my virginity? Sure ya would.


Remember that I come from a small rural place where teens drink & have sex to combat boredom. I had always been a good kid and my parents were preoccupied with their crumbling relationship so I had a lot of freedom. In fact, by 15 I was rarely home. I drank and partied, crashing at friends places or simply staying out all night.


I met a boy named Todd who I thought was cute. We had a lot of mutual friends and the more time we spent together the more attracted I became to him. I had sort of kissed boys before and I had been masturbating for a couple of years but I was still very much discovering my sexuality (still am!). The first time he kissed me a rush of pleasure washed over me head-to-toe with such force I thought I would melt or catch on fire…or both. He lowered me down on the floor and pressed himself against me and I could feel his hardness through our cloths. It was the first time I felt truly and intensely turned on. That was it, it was brief but it seriously messed with my head and I laid in bed all that night soaked, touching myself, wide awake and hungry for more.


In the coming weeks we had an opportunity to be alone for a few hours in a friends camper and we had oral sex. It was my first time and I loved it. He licked my pussy and I ‘went down’ on him. We ‘made out’ and it was soooo hot & exciting. I was hooked. Even though we didn’t have intercourse I consider that to be when I lost my virginity because it was so much more significant than the event where I actually had intercourse with my boyfriend later on.


Funny thing about Todd…I ran into him 15 years later. He had had a rough life. We spent hours catching up over drinks and then we went back to his place. We spent the night together but there wasn’t really much in the way of sex. He wanted to hold me and look at me, that’s pretty much what he did for hours…just telling me how beautiful I am.


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