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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6 thoughts on “More Adventures

  1. Nice post, well told and glad it all worked out for you…sometimes it pays to take a chance…curate and cherish those memories!

  2. I hope I can invite you one day, too Mistress T. Maybe you like to message me – im into foot massaging and pantyhose 🙂 My dream would be to go shopping with you and you let me massage your feet in some open place. Sending much love

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