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Being judged sucks monkey balls.

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I have a pretty charmed life. A unique life that I have very carefully created. It’s not always easy being me though. Today was one of those not-so-easy days.

If you’ve read my blog from the beginning you know that it took me awhile to go against what society expected me to do and to do what truly makes me happy. So many people just go through the motions in life. Like Lemmings. Sheep. Being true to yourself and finding your own path, especially when it is unusual, can be difficult.

When people find out that I’m a Dominatrix or a Fetish Porn Performer/Producer they tend to have more misconceptions than you can shake a stick at. They tend to jump to bizarre conclusions about what kind of person I must be and what kind of life I must live. I used to enjoy educating people. Now I’m so tired of being judged I avoid telling people what I do.

Today I learned that my neighbors have seen my website, followed my twitter feed and they’ve read my blog. Hi neighbors: I know you’re reading this too.

It seems they are uncomfortable with me living in their building. Why?

It’s a morality issue cloaked in an illogical concern for building safety. The assumption being that I must have a parade of sicko’s coming and going ready to cause property damage or a disturbance.

There is, in fact, no logical reason for them to be concerned. I’m an excellent tenant and neighbor. I’m quiet and considerate. I may also be a kinky, immoral, sexual deviant but any of the other neighbors could be too and just not put it on the internet. What I do does not impact my neighbors in any way. I’m not even loud when I have sex!

Do I sound a little defensive? I am. No one likes feeling judged.

I live in a very gay friendly neighborhood. At one time a gay man would have had to hide his sexuality from a landlord and neighbors because people wouldn’t want ‘one of them’ living in their building…assuming there would be a parade of sicko’s coming and going at all hours engaging in filthy, immoral gay sex acts. You would be hard-pressed to find anyone brave enough in my neighborhood these days who would discriminate against someone for their sexual orientation.

My point being that over time, people become more accepting…and maybe within my time I’ll see people become more open-minded about folks with kink’s & fetishes. People won’t assume that someone who makes porn for a living is an unsavory neighbor.

No one who comes to my home is going to cause property damage or any disturbance. My friends may be kinky or open-minded, but they’re not hooligans. Why am I explaining all this anyway? I’ve lived here for a month without incident. I have nothing to apologize for. The only incident has been my neighbors actions to make me feel uncomfortable in my new home. I have as much right to feel comfortable here as they do…and I’ve done nothing to infringe on their comfort. They have snooped and spied. They have created imaginary dangers, judged me and made me feel unwelcome. Who is the real bad guy here? If anyone has a reason to feel ashamed of their actions, it’s not me.

What will happen now? Well, I love my new place and I plan on staying for as long as I can. I have a feeling that the neighbors will come around and relax over time. I certainly hope so…because  I will not leave without a fight.

~ Do you have a story about being discriminated against or judged by a landlord or neighbors for your lifestyle or kinky occupation? Feel free to send me your stories and maybe I’ll make a blog entry with other people’s experiences. Sometimes it’s a comfort to know you’re not alone…and part of the reason I live my life so openly is for the camaraderie. So, share away!

Email: MsT@MistressT.net

Best,
Mistress T

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Beware of this unsavory neighbor. She doesn't believe in God or monogamy.

Be on the look out for this dangerous deviant. She may be armed with a dildo!

New York: March 2-5

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I’ve been to New York several times, mostly for work, so it makes sense that it’s one of the places I get the most requests to visit/the most session requests. To the many fans who have asked when I’m coming back to New York I have responded: not at least until the snow thaws and probably not unless someone makes it VERY worth my while.

Well, no one was more surprised than me when I found myself booking my trip to NYC March 2-5. It will still be colder than Vancouver, so you know that there must be a VERY motivating reason *smile*.

On Valentine’s day as a couple of doors closed, a window opened, so to speak. I received an invite I couldn’t refuse. Theater and dinner with a cute, charming gentleman who had developed an interest in me through my blog. He hasn’t even watched my vids. If I had to slap a label on it I’d say that it’s certainly more of a ‘date’ than a session or anything work related…especially since he seems more interested in the woman who is Mistress T. As I’ve said before, Mistress T the Dominant fetish freak, is very much a part of me but to quote Shrek: “I’m like an onion, I’ve got layers.”

I’m very excited. I’ve enjoyed our email correspondence so am looking forward to meeting in the flesh, plus I’ll be flying first class & staying in a fancy hotel!

This is more of a pleasure trip than a work trip but I will consider squeezing in a few meetings with worthy slaves. Since my time will be limited I will be very selective. The ideal slave(s) will be very generous. Willingness to be filmed would be a bonus. Deposits are a must and references help. If you’re planning to email me to inquire keep in mind that you will have competition so aim to impress from the first introductory email.

I will also consider filming with other producers…either modelling or trading content. Producers: you’re welcome to contact me to discuss.

Email: MsT@MistressT.net

Best,
Mistress T

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Me, in New York a few years ago...

Email the name of the NY statue I'm standing in front of for a 1 day pass to my members site: MsT@Mistresst.net

Photo taken at Arena Studio's in NYC 2008 (Dungeon now closed)

Photo taken a Arena Studio's (Dungeon Rental) in NYC 2008 (Location now closed).

Photo by New York photographer: Angelo Amichevole

 

 

 

Too Strong?

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I considered making the title of this post: “Fuck You” but decided to take a slightly less negative approach.

This is a sort of a follow up to my last post “Man Hater?” where I addressed the question (accusation): Do I hold men in contempt?

I’ve recently done the dating dance with a couple of fella’s…somewhat simultaneously (I’m a non-monogamist in case you didn’t know) and both have arrived at a similar place. Although the details are different the overall message is that my strength is an issue. One assumed I must be a man hater since I didn’t fall in love with him and the other couldn’t deal with the fact that I didn’t NEED him.

To protect the innocent I’ll leave out any more details and just focus on me (this blog is about ME, isn’t it?).

Valentine’s seemed like an appropriate day for all of this to come to a head. The dragon in me breathed fire as I considered the weakness of some men. Why some men need to feel needed. Why can’t they be happy with just being wanted?

I don’t need a man in my life. It doesn’t take a very sharp person to pick that up pretty quickly, I’m a bit of a man-eater. I can separate sex from love easily. I have quite a few ex’s as friends but I have just as many who are in the rear view mirror.

It’s no accident that I am the way I am. From a very young age my Mother groomed me to be a strong independent woman. I was raised in rural Nova Scotia where you were expected to get married and have kids. You could maybe be a teacher or nurse, but you better be able to cook a turkey dinner for 10 people, decorate a birthday cake like a car, get beet stains out of a table cloth and keep your husband happy. For some reason my Mother decided that I would have what ever life I wanted and all the better if it didn’t involve being a slave to a husband and kids. So she told me over and over: you need to be strong in life, take care of yourself, don’t depend on a man, do what makes you happy, etc.

Bless her soul. She created a god damn monster, didn’t she?

Maybe she laid it on a little too thick? I’ve become so strong & independent that most men just don’t know how to deal with me. Well, to those weak men who it seems I now do hold in contempt: fuck you.

Ah, that feels better…

Mistress T

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Fuck you. No really.

Who NEEDS a man when you've got a nifty pig statue!

I could toally toss this gas pump, like, the length of a football field! Roar!

This is a stick up. Give me your balls..oh, you don't have any...

Man Hater?

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I was recently asked if I felt my job has caused me to hold men in contempt.

It’s a common misconception that Female Dominants, especially Pro Dommes and online Dommes are man haters. I take issue with broad generalizations. Things are just not as black and white as some might wish. Sure, some FemDommes are man-haters but that can’t be assumed of all of us.

You could look at my vids and see how I degrade and humiliate men and jump to the conclusion that I hate them…but if you think about it a little bit deeper you’ll realize it’s just the opposite. I degrade those who have a desire to be degraded. I’m not walking up to random nice guys on the street and calling them names!

In my personal life do I ‘hold men in contempt’ was the question. I thought about it and thought about how this job has changed me. Of course it has in many ways. I feel that a lot of men think with their dicks and can be manipulated by an attractive woman to do just about anything…but this isn’t just from my job, it comes from the media, advertising, movies/TV, etc. Beautiful women are used to sell endless products/services and to manipulate the masses. A man’s sex drive is his Achilles heel. It causes men to make poor choices. I do see it as a weakness, a vulnerability…but does it make me contemptuous?

When I was a little girl I had an uncle who nicknamed me “Little Nellie” after the snotty, stuck up girl on Little House On The Prairie. He teased me about thinking I was better than everyone else. I come across as confident (even if I’m not feeling that way in a moment!) and some people interpret that as superiority. Notice I didn’t say misinterpret? The fact is that I do feel better than some people sometimes…but not just men, women too. Doesn’t everyone feel that way in different situations? Does that make me a cunt? Well, yes, sometimes I can be a cunt too…which leads me to my answer to the original question…

I said that I tend to hold others, of either gender to a higher standard than is realistic. People often disappoint me because of my unrealistic expectations. Sometimes that causes me to hold them in contempt and I can be a bit of a cunt about it. I don’t hate men. I’m the Mother-fucking-Theresa of fetish porn. I give men what they crave. If I hated them for it would money alone be motivating enough to continue giving such a precious gift to those who need it? No, but you can’t blame me for capitalizing on that need!

My work hasn’t made me a man hater, nor has my personal experiences with men. I am a strong, independent women who has a low tolerance for bullshit, especially with men/relationships/sex/romance. If I’m treating you with contempt it’s because of something you’ve done to trigger that…not what’s in your underwear.

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I've got men by the balls!

Delilah & I, double face crush!

Hurt Yourself For Me!

 

Purge, Plan & Play.

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Some of you know that I’ve been moving this last week. Moving is always stressful. It’s been an interesting process for me though.

My previous partner & I had been together for four years and lived together the last couple of years of our relationship. When we packed up our stuff and put it in storage in December of 2010 we planned to come back from Thailand and find a new place. All of our stuff, all packed together with the intention of seeing it again in just a couple of months.

One thing led to another, we kept traveling (to Europe) and then broke up in June. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stay in Vancouver. Business opportunities were calling in the US and UK. So I took temporary, furnished apartments or stayed with friends in between frequent travel during all of 2011. My stuff stayed in storage. My ex had done his best to untangle his stuff from mine but the storage space was a disorganized mess I avoided dealing with.

I finally decided that not only was Vancouver the right place for me to live, but that I loved it so much I would travel less in 2012. I rented a permanent apartment and got my belongings out of storage.

This last week I’ve thrown out a lot of stuff. How or why we accumulate ‘stuff’ is baffling. It wouldn’t have been up to ‘hoarder’ standards but there was certainly too much stuff I’ve paid to store & move that I just paid to have taken away. What a waste. Why did the ME from a year ago think all that was worth holding onto?

I suppose living out of a couple suitcases for a year re-taught me what I learned backpacking through India in my mid-twenties: you only really NEED what you can carry on your back.

Of course, it’s not that simple at this stage of the game. I have a huge container of stuff I kept just for vids & fetish parties (lingerie, costumes, corsets, etc.) I have lots of BDSM implements & toys that I look forward to using again for private sessions. However, there is no doubt that I held onto a whole lot that I didn’t need.

I have had requests for used items. If acquiring used personal items is what floats yer boat, I have good news for you! I will be getting rid of dozens of shoes/boots that I had accumulated for shoejob/bootjob vids with my ex. Some are well-worn, some have never been worn outside. I have some other personal items, like lingerie, pantyhose, etc. that I’m ready to part with as well. I’ll make a separate blog entry with those items. (If you’re reading this and you’re confused: some people enjoy jerking off smelling/licking/humping personal items that belonged to someone they worship. Try thinking of a time where you’ve smelled a jacket or some other piece of clothing worn by a lover, how their smell brought feeling up in you…it’s something like that.)

For now, I’m still settling in. The help I’ve received from friends who really care has helped me to feel even better about my decision to stay in Vancouver. I have quite the family here now.

It’s exciting having my own place again. I prefer to live alone, the control freak that I am. I never have to be lonely. If I want company I have plenty of friends & never any shortage of lovers.

I had a great session tonight. It was with a nice client I’ve seen before in a high end hotel room. It was very pleasurable for me. I am often in awe that I get paid for what I do. Sure, some sessions are ‘work’ and I earn every cent. Tonight though, was easy & fun.

I am very excited to get back into private sessions.

On my walk home I encountered a skunk gang bang….or a skunk orgy. It was hard to tell..but there was at least 5 skunks and there was for certain fucking. I watched for a little while and observed the female skunk trying to fight off the male, turning her head around and snapping at him. Maybe it was skunk rape?

I just googled “skunks fucking’ to learn more and found this funny (& somewhat informative) article: http://youoffendmeyouoffendmyfamily.com/how-to-survive-an-attack-by-fornicating-skunks/

My experience was similar to the one described above, only thankfully they weren’t on my doorstep! Where I live, in the West End of Vancouver, right next to Stanley Park, there are loads of urban raccoons, big squirrels, skunks, Canadian Geese, etc…but I only just learned that February is mating season for skunks. Now you know too!

In other news, Slave Jay has added another journal entry about our time together in Vegas. It’s worth a read: http://slave2vegas.livejournal.com/4276.html

Check out the FemDom Resource where they recently wrote a little thingy about one of my pics: http://www.femdom-resource.com/2012/02/04/giggity/

To give you a little eye candy I’ve included a pic taken right now of me sitting on my new throne chair. It’s going to be great for filming…a pic I took this evening of skunks fucking and some images of recently released vids that I filmed in Vegas featuring Ceara Lynch: http://www.cearalynch.com/, Domina Snow: http://www.dominasnow.com/, Sarah Blake: http://sarahblake.com/ & Slave Jay. Find those NOW on my clips store, and in a few weeks on my members site.

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Me on my throne, taken Feb. 7, 2012

Neighborhood Skunks Fucking

Mistress T & Ceara Lynch in "Shrunk Cheating Boyfriend"

From "Inescapable Scissorhold"

Sarah Blake, Mistress T & Domina Snow from "Mommie & Friends"

Afternoon Delight

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I had such grand plans today. I was going to film some sexy stuff with a new fella I’ve been intimate with, I was going to run errands, check things off my to-do list, be productive…

The day started with the fella letting me know he was still feeling a bit under the weather & maybe today wasn’t the best for filming. No problem! I decided to edit a vid I filmed yesterday entitled: Secret SizeQueen Therapist. It’s a solo vid where I play a therapist speaking to a guy who has small penis issues. At first I tell him that women don’t care about size, it’s more about chemistry, etc, etc…eventually (over two sessions) I get him to show me his penis and I eventually reveal my personal preference for big cocks. It’s a small penis humiliation vid with a masturbation instruction that gets quite hot with me going on and on about fucking thick cocks…So, I’m watching the vid, seeing my face say these things, knowing exactly WHO & WHAT I was thinking of when I filmed this vid…remembering how much I had enjoyed that special thick cock…and a funny thing happened: I started to get really horny.

Now it’s not unheard of for me to get horny editing my own porn movies. This line of work attracts narcissists. But I was a little shocked at how VERY horny I was, it took me by surprise.

I texted the fella: “Fuck I’m horny. I should have just come over & raped ur cock anyway.”

His (predictable) response: “Come over. Come now. Let’s fuck. Now. Hurry.”

I kicked my roomie out of the washroom, showered, brushed my teeth, threw on some cloths and called a cab.

Sitting in the cab I could feel the pulse in my pussy. Where had this level of arousal come from all of a sudden? I felt like a 16 year old boy. All the while the filthy text messages were pouring in. Things that a lady can’t repeat in a somewhat dignified blog (does this blog have any dignity left?). He was fanning the flames with dirty talk. The cab driver was trying to be chatty but I didn’t want him to harsh my buzz so I was curt…then “I need a hero” came on the radio. Click this link if you’d like to listen to it to add a new dimension to your blog reading experience: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBwS66EBUcY I laughed and asked him to turn it up. I tried to not notice the taxi driver bopping along to it.

I arrived. I didn’t knock, just walked in and into his arms. He picked me up and carried me to the bed where I was stripped and fucked for hours. Fucked well. He poured affection on me, telling me how perfect I am.

Let me be clear: this is not love. Not like the romantic kind you see in chick flicks anyway. This is mutual respect and two people fucking for the sake of fucking. Sure, there’s a lot of affection & cuddling, but we fuck, we don’t make love.

It was just what I needed. The kind of sex that satisfies yet leaves you wanting more.

Then he made me a nice dinner and I went to yoga.

On my walk home I passed a couple things I took pictures of. (See below)

I decided to not add super sexy pics to this blog entry, especially not pics of me fucking other men which just seems wrong in this case. Soon enough you should see him appearing in some of my vids anyway.

I’ve also included the images for the vid that got all this started.

It may not have been the most productive day but I think that fucking, eating & yoga is a very decent diversion.

Last thing, as the cherry on top of my day when I got home I found a funny note from my roomie. I’ve attached that below too.

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Patti Smith: "Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire."

Patti Smith: "Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire."

Pierre Trudeau: "There's no place for the state in the bedrooms of the nation."

Naked Party!

 

 

The vid that got me so horny today..."Secret SizeQueen Therapist"

A real slave’s experience with ME!

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Part of the idea of my blog is to give you a different perspective of me. I’m not just a porn star, an actress, a Goddess in your fantasies…I’m a real person who lives a pretty interesting real life.

There once was a man who I knew from a local regular business. When he had served me there I noticed that he was extra service oriented and wondered if he knew I was also ‘Mistress T’ a Dominatrix and fetish film performer. I recently got my answer when he started following me on twitter. For those who think this could be ‘creepy’ I’ll say that it all depends on the person, the circumstances, how they approach, etc. In this case, there was nothing creepy about it.

He had known who I was, he was a fan. He now approached me respectfully and carefully and explained that he was an experienced slave. I checked his references and concluded that he could potentially be a useful personal slave and film slave.

I decided to test him out and allowed him to accompany me to a New Years fetish party. This is his ‘essay’ on his experience:

“I got a very special privilege this New Year’s eve. Not only did I get to meet Mistress T for a pre party but also wished Her a happy New year at midnight.  
I was not prepared with New Year’s Eve plans when I was twitting with Mistress T and She mentioned going to the SinCity event. She remembered that I had attended in the past. And She had an extra ticket. Well I did not have to be asked twice. LOL
The before party was right down the street from where Sincity meets. There was about 10 or 12 people all clad in fetish wear, drinks in hand, having a great time. Mistress T was in a lingerie set, bra, panties, stockings and garter.  She is outstanding, and that goes without saying!
Oh to be more of the social butterfly, as a new person in a group of well-established friends. I faired pretty well and met a group of good people, the fetish community is great that way! Everyone is very accepting.  Mistress T used me as a seat for a time and another guest ask that I give Her a massage.  As Mistress T got up She whispered to me ”Better do a good job or else!” as the other lady sat down in front of me and I began. She wanted Her shoulders and back rubbed, very toned body, i was one happy slave. She had me massage Her for about 10 minutes. After receiving a positive review, Mistress returned me in to Her chair. Unfortunately after about 15 more minutes, my knees were feeling the effects of the concrete floor i was on. Instead of falling over I asked Mistress to allow me stand up. Needless to say, She was not happy with me, in hindsight I should have mentioned my knee problem. But no use crying over spilt milk. It was time to go to the club.
Once at the Sincity event, Mistress T had me go about on my own. I got the opportunity to meet up with Her throughout the evening. Buying Her drinks and She teased and choking me throughout the evening.  On the dance floor, Mistress T had me deliver a drink to Her. She was dancing with a male friend. Watching Her interact with the other man is just like being in one of Her cuckolding videos on Her website. She moved around him, watching me for my reactions. She then reached out and grabbed my throat. I did not realize She could read minds as well. Being at the mercy of a woman with Her hands around my throat is a huge fantasy of mine. I should also admit a need to be cuckolded as well. 
I am sure She saw me watching Her throughout the night. It was a thrill to watch Her and risk Her telling me to leave the club. Or worse out right ban me from Her presence. She is very good at teasing a slave. To be a target for Her, is any slave’s dream. She is a naturally Dominant Woman and can pick apart any slave.     
Thank You again Mistress T for allowing me to be part of Your evening! I hope to earn a place in Your stable of slaves.
Sincerely,
slave steve”

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Human? Chair? Same thing...

Just add booze & serve...

Fuck Santa

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You might think from the title that this is going to be some angry rant. I know how people love the drama so I’m sorry to disappoint. What this IS though (better, me thinks) is a dirty Xmas story. If you like erotic literature you might enjoy a piece of my very own creative writing…

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house the only thing you could hear was the faint sound of uncomfortable moans and the slow, impatient tapping of an exquisitely sculpted stiletto shoe.

Tia had not been a good girl this year. After several years of marriage she had finally had enough. She was sexually frustrated and started to take it out on her increasingly wimpy husband. It started with her taking matters into her own hands during sex, forcing him to just watch her get herself off better than he could. Then she introduced toys, bigger and thicker than his unimpressive little dick. Then she started to enjoy having all the pleasure and denying him an orgasm, punishing him for years of disappointing lovemaking.

Now, months later, she was ready to take things to a new level. Her husband was tightly tied, gagged and sweating bullets. He had been locked in chastity for weeks while she teased him mercilessly. Her cruelty, although intimidating seemed to have him entranced. Sure, he could leave anytime he wanted, he went to work every day but he always came home to her. It seemed crazy that they had this bizarre life behind closed doors but at the same time, this was the most excitement he had ever had. Tia had also grown more more attractive over the last year. Her sexual power beamed out of her and men stared everywhere they went. He was lucky to have such an attractive wife.

He looked at Tia now and it nearly took his breath away. From that impatient foot tapping on the marble floor, up those killer legs encased in silky stockings. The heels causing her foot to arch beautifully, her calf to flex and her ass to lift. That ass. My god, a work of art with the garters framing it, the tiny piece of sheer fabric nuzzled into the dark place which he was sure must be getting very wet. The perfect proportion of hips to waist. Her skin looking like velvet in the soft light…

There was a noise at the fireplace and she turned to look, a small smile turning up the corners of her red painted mouth.

With a flare of the fire all of sudden there he was: Santa Fucking Claus.

Tia had written Santa a letter telling him what she wanted for Christmas: a nice, long, hard fuck from a REAL man with a thick juicy cock. She wanted her sexually useless husband to watch her being truly satisfied. The thought of her husbands suffering fueled her sexual appetite.

Words didn’t need to be exchanged. Santa started to remove his bulky red suit and beneath was a strong, broad shouldered man used to carrying large sacks of gifts. His cock stood at attention, so erect it curved upward and impossibly thick at the base…the thickest Tia had ever seen and immediately her cunt started to flex and pump juices in preparation. He closed the space between them in a few paces and pressed his hardness firmly against her as he brought his lips within an inch of hers, giving her a second to caught her breath. Her knees went a little weak as his tongue started to softly probe her mouth the same way he would soon be licking her pussy. The tiny bit of fabric between her legs was now soaked through with her horny juices…her tied up husband nearly being forgotten in the moment…his eyes bulging and watering as he looked at the giant cock pushing against his wife’s tummy, seeing the size of it next to her he felt entirely inadequate…

Santa laid Tia down on the bed within a few feet of her bound husband, his cock now pressing painfully against his chastity device and drool pouring from his gagged mouth.

After a brief stop at each nipple, panties were slid down and Santa’s mouth was kissing and licking Tia’s sweet pussy. His strong hands cupped her ass as he scooped her in closer to devour her horny cunt, tonguing her clit as she erupted in a powerful orgasm. Her cunt was plump, pink, dripping wet and ready for that massive, rock hard cock. Santa held her legs wide so her (now panting and slobbering) husband could see clearly. They were both enjoying making him suffer now and it was fanning the flames of their passion.

Just the head slid in at first…he paused as he felt her hungry cunt flex around his cock, felt her hips raise to take more…slowly, inch by inch she took it all as he slowly rocked it in and out, stretching her horny cunt. To her, it felt like nothing else in the entire universe existed except her beautifully filled pussy. The pleasure bursting like fireworks. Tears filled her eyes as a wave of emotional passion washed over her…and she started to cum again, her whole body orgasming around that glorious cock.

He then started thrusting faster and harder, abusing her cunt with that giant cock…and she loved it. He flipped her over on her knees where she could look directly at her husband while she was getting fucked from behind. He saw a primal, animalistic lust in her eyes as she pushed back on that thick cock. Santa was looking at him too, smiling smugly as he grasped her hips, pulling her in hard, fucking her aggressively, fucking her like a REAL man, in a way he was certain her husband had never done.

Seeing the husbands humiliation combined with his sexual frustration was a turn on and Tia came again, hard, as she felt Santa thrust even harder, his cock pumping her pussy full of cum.

She collapsed in a puddle on the bed, smiling, purring…as Santa undid the husband, removed the gag and gestured towards Tia’s open legs. The chastity device was still on so Santa could only mean one thing. What else had Tia written in her letter to Santa?

There was a sparkle in her happy eyes but also a look of supreme feminine power that her husband could not refuse. He was too weak. He would do whatever she ever asked of him. Forever.

Kneeling between her legs, he caught Santa’s wink to her as he went out of sight. He got to work gently licking and cleaning his wife’s well-fucked, cum filled pussy as she moaned softly, cumming again quietly….

Merry Christmas to all and to all a GOOD night.

Entranced by her feminine power...

A determined, horny, powerful bitch...

A woman who deserves a good fuck...

Below ME, where you belong...

That magnificent ass...

And the winner is…

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Some of you may already know that my site has been nominated for an XBIZ award under the category of “Specialty/Alternative Site of the Year”. (XBIZ Awards are given annually to honor “individuals, companies, performers and products that play an essential part in the growth and success of adult entertainment.) The award events are in LA Jan 9-12. Initially it made sense for me to go. A no-brainer, as they say. It would be an excellent opportunity to schmooze with others in the industry, make new connections, etc.

Then I got an invitation I couldn’t refuse: share a (free) room with Ceara Lynch at the AVN awards in Vegas Jan 18-21. (Otherwise known as the ‘Oscars for Porn’). We can film together, schmooze & socialize together. Am I nominated for an AVN award this year? No, but I could have been if I hadn’t dropped the ball on the paperwork. I was in the middle of bouncing from one city to another when I missed a deadline. That’s what happens when you try to do everything yourself: balls get dropped.

Not being nominated for an award doesn’t really matter for AVN anyway. Most people go just to schmooze and get content. It’s a highly productive and fun event. Ceara Lynch is one of my favorite people, highly intelligent and cute like a razor blade. Her journal is brilliant: http://cearalynch.livejournal.com/

She & I are looking for film slaves (male & female) in Vegas. Although our styles are different and my content tends to be more sexual, there are some common things we are looking for in film slaves: unmasked, willing to sign a model release, male slaves must also tribute (females get paid)…shoe/foot worship, spitting, ballbusting, humiliation…other scenes might be possible, just ask.

Scenes with ME for MY site that Ceara may be the camera person for or be a voyeur for could involve more sexual acts like forced milkings/ruined orgasms, forced bi, cum eating, even sexual intercourse with the right, attractive, well-hung, perfectly behaved film slave…sex acts between the female slave (oral service!) & I or sex acts between the female slave & male slave…again, to be clear: Ceara will NOT be getting naked or engaging in sex acts. This part is all about me…but she may be there as a fellow Dominant, voyeur and/or camera woman.

CUSTOM VIDS involving Ceara & I are also possible. We’ve filmed some amazing content together in the past (“Mum Sister Tag Team” is my favorite). You can email a brief outline of your request. I’ll let you know if it’s possible and what the rate will be.

So, I will be at the AVN awards for certain. If you’d like to meet me there send me an email. This invitation is extended to other industry folks who may want to hire me for their content, interviews, etc…as well as those with a big enough budget to have a private session with me. I could extend my stay in Vegas by a day or two one way or the other.

I’m sure that some of what happens in Vegas will stay in Vegas *smile*…but with luck some of it will be filmed & sold on the internet for all the world to see!

Best,
Mistress T

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Mistress T & Ceara Lynch

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"Mum Sister Tage Team" featuring Ceara Lynch & Mistress T

My Porn Can Be Theraputic – Part 2

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If you scroll down you’ll see the first part of this from Nov. 18, 2011. This is the follow up, after showing the vid I created to his therapist. Interesting indeed:

Mistress T,

My therapist watched the video you made at my request.

His first comment was about you: “She’s quite a find,” or maybe it was “She’s quite something.”

He was extremely impressed by your role-play/acting talent. He found you very focused, very authentic in your performance, believable, and was impressed by how you never deviated or slipped up/out of character for a second. I had told him you were one in a million in your acting, professionalism, intelligence, class, and that your videos were very professionally produced, but it didn’t prepare him. With so many women who are low-rent, cheap, low-class, lacking in grace, intelligence, refinement, and classic, real (not modified, enhanced, or buried in Wal-Mart cosmetics) beauty to be found on-line selling low-rent, cheap, inept, amateur-in-the-negative-sense sex-themed services of poor quality, you are the proverbial diamond. And I’ve wasted enough money on the others to know this.

He made a simple comment about your attractiveness–obliquely via saying something akin to “I can see why you find her so attractive.” Your beauty is the easy part–what you were born with. What truly blew him away most was your talent and professionalism–your performance and the production quality. He thinks you’re a great actress (so do I and many of your fans).

Relating to my issues, the video did help him better understand what I’d gone through, he said. The “performance” aspect definitely fleshed out the experience for him, as I’d hoped. My attempts to tell the story of the incidents (particularly that one that’s the basis for the video) often left a lot of stuff out, particularly how my mind had extrapolated from the facts of the real events to develop the fantasy elements. I guess I’d found it hard-nee-embarrassing to describe the fantasy parts that I’ve developed over the years to him, so the video revealed things to him that I hadn’t spelled out previously due to my holding back. In this way, the video was a safer way to open up about the feelings and thoughts I’ve carried inside me for decades.

Those less-familiar-, or less-explained, to-him fantasy aspects brought new material for us to work on. The therapy process has been re-invigorated with this material after years of stagnation, as those fantasy aspects opened up much discussion and brought out material that we can now work on.

The process of articulating the fantasy material to you in concrete form in the outline and suggestions I gave you to make the video was very helpful, we both agreed. I’d never really put words to paper about those things. So, just based on how writing the material down made me think intently and with the purpose of needing to be very clear about the issues and events to explain them to you, he thinks it was a good idea even just to request the video.

But he also thinks that having the video actually made of you performing the scene offers the ability for me to reflect on the real events again and again as needed via objectifying the events and issues in an external form, i.e., not just inside my head, is a good thing. It helps get “it out of my head,” not just the once, but repeatedly. Above all, though, from his perspective, having him see my real experiences (and fantasies drawn from them) acted-out allows for better therapeutic use of the material; it has been and will be very beneficial. In a way, I could see–this is not something I mentioned to him so he’s not endorsing the idea– the process of having a video made that replays trauma and addresses fantasies derived from the abuse could be helpful for victims of abuse; it’s a very “safe” way to revisit the events and thoughts.

Two very important things came out of his viewing the video:

1. It better revealed the element of my sexual feelings for my mother in the fantasies. I had been told years ago by another therapist that my mother kind of sexualized our relationship–though there was physical contact that I recall–in a form of “covert sexual abuse.” But those sexual feelings hadn’t really been addressed much in my therapy, as much as it is standard psychology theory to do so.  Covert abuse is hard to pin down; it is more abstract and mysterious because it is shrouded and a kind of–my words–“mind-fucking.” It also is harder to deal with in therapy due to the lack of concrete specificity, i.e. clearly identifiable incidents in space and time. The video puts some of that abstract, ethereal, less-specifically-identifiable-in-individual-incident form covert abuse in concrete form.

2. The other thing he saw in it, that I agree with but had not recognized myself, is that part of my fantasy aspects offered the possibility that all hope was not lost me, that I was not–within the fantasy itself–necessarily absolutely worthless and inadequate. I’m being deliberately vague here about the details for privacy. Psychologically the fantasy involves a way for me to prove myself to be good enough, not inadequate, as underplayed and indirect as it is in my fantasies. It’s there as a secondary-theme or sub-plot, bit I hadn’t seen it before–nor had he until you acted it out. Other sexual fantasies of mine which revolve around some of these issues but not addressing my mother, involve this theme, but I hadn’t recognized that aspect of my mother-related issues and related fantasies. He saw it and thus was able to connect different threads of my fantasies, projections, in securities, etc. together for the first time.

So he thinks it is beneficial for me to have had you make this for me, and that you were an extraordinarily good choice to play the mother. I completely agree.

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