Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Quiet, warm, hot

I can feel the pull…

Inside this husk of a woman, are rhythms that come from some place, deeper than any of us, down in dark, moist earth. There are rhythms we share, beneath our shells, beneath our tidy exteriors, that may drive us to the brink of despair.

I think we all have hungers that distract, invade, consume. Obsession can come at a heavy price. Yet when your inches of skin hum at the thought of it…

What secret place can you bring this to, let the ache breathe... There are taboos you barely say out loud, yet they are your truth.

I want you to come to me with this. I want to push you further in, rub your face in it, and listen to those exposed moans...

You please me with that tremble, those vulnerable bits. And, I’m hungry today. Come -

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Rocks on rocks

Ah, bless, today is when we fall back with time. It’s colder out there, and I’ve busted out the flannel sheets. I’ve been sleeping on a beautiful set of silk sheets, gifted from a favorite slave. Well, I was sleeping on them, and sometimes another…

Possession. Being taken over by another spirit, infused and filled with some other spirit’s mind. If you’ve ever been deeply in love, you’ve experienced it. The one that makes your belly tremble. The one that made you gasp at the sight. The one you’d sell everything you had, to make happy.

My heart has been possessed. These loves, lusts, can break us up like rocks on sand, rocks on rock, rocks on sea. We all share this path, somehow .

Thing is, you have the most to lose at such times. It’s like being pulled along with the waves, the rip tide.

When I settle in and close My eyes, listening to your voice on the phone, I sometimes feel like I’m diving into your veins. It helps when I close My eyes, because then it’s just our ears, our voice. It helps Me feel closer, like I can hear your heartbeat somehow.

And sometimes we’re shy to give up our secrets, to strangers.

I want to warm you slowly, learn your rhythm, then tighten things up until you are beneath Me, without thought. Trusting My voice, instruction, suggestion. Your sex is of interest to Me. Your gasps and wants, yes, bring them here. You come to My door to submit. Be good with Me, and you may come, and play, here in My secret nest of warmth and strong wood. I’ll wrap you up in leather and air, and cover your eyes for a spell. All you’ve got is My heels on the floor, walking slowly around you, hard.

And then, what next? We know where to find this answer. Call this Ms. And yes, I love writing tailored stories too. Sometimes training works best via text. Call or write Me via the links above, and…. let’s start.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

So warm deep down, with you

I’m so lucky to make My way, guiding the submissive, soothing the soft underbelly of men.

And how have you been, My sweet sweet one…

What is Mistress mulling over tonight? Strapon porn. Of course.

Ah, the hunt for erotica with a hung hottie and a bent over boy, ready to drive her intention, right down deep in the bulls eye. What intrigues Me, which is a rare thing to find, is FemDomme pornography, from a woman’s perspective (as 90% of porn is made by men, for men) with men that are actually attractive. Don’t get Me going on how RARE it is to find GOOD FemDomme strapon porn. I can only think of 1 or maybe 2, that worked for Me. Where both fuckers (or more!) were arousing, and knew what they were doing. Where they loved each other, wanted each other, beyond the film and scene. Although, I’m betting of the two of us, *you* might spend a little more time, hunting for juicy bits of pornographic vids, the ones that make your male member stiff in its upright and locked position!

Perhaps we can use it as a flotation device later….


That reminds Me, it’s been far too long since I’ve flown much of anywhere. Back in My Fortune 100 working world days, I had to fly for work sometimes, using this big brain of mine to set up networks, install software, upgrade hardware (oh, just a CPU or memory stick will do). At that time I was younger, a little naive I think.

This was before I spent a few years, talking to men on the phone, like you. How many business men are in their motels, away from their home life, staying someplace strange, and aching to bite into their forbidden lusts... It nearly feels like an affair when we’re on the phone, well, other than it’s *you* who’ve usually made the commitments you graze up against.

Filthy business, that mind of yours. We walk down that path together, when you’re brave, and you ring Me. And tonight, I linger, wondering if the man I need right now on the line, is you.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

"Don't pick up the phone again." Unless... you're calling Ms. Lily!

Hello out there. The curious, the bored, the horny, the kinky...

Mistress has been percolating on a few recent tidbits! And yes, watching Mad Men of late. I've been a big fan for a few seasons now, and find the acting, the design, the writing... ah, yummy. Lots of eye candy too...

A recent Season 6 episode, "Man with a Plan" shares many stories, although I found Don exploring his domination fantasies with Sylvia, particularly fascinating. BDSM is rarely explored with a sympathetic voice in mainstream media, with sincerity, where tension and erotica can be tasted, felt. Sometimes our kinky desires get shuffled to the back channels, the premiums we have to pay extra for. I know you've been scurrying around the internet late at night, trying to sniff out something real.

Check out this Mad Men episode, and consider whether you'd rather be Don, or Silvia.

I've been craving deep drum rhythms, although you know Me. I love dancing, hunting out a good dance floor with fast yoga bodies that know how to move. Any hot spots you can think of?

I'm sure we can find somewhere warm, and burrow to the sizzling hot...

Friday, March 22, 2013

Hello again

Alas, pets, it has been a spell since I wandered to this blog. I've wondered how many of My slaves come to this place, and read through the thoughts of Mistress. I thought I might drop a note here, see if it strikes a spark.

I am very ready for the warm rays of summer to bring on the fun! Exercise inside is such a bore, and I like watching others as they get their groove on too, out in the weather. Lately I've been lighting a few candles, turning up the music and cutting loose, right here in My living room. In the recent past, I had a lover who loved to sit on the couch and watch me as I did step aerobics. Afterwards of course, he shared his approval of My work, in many ways... *giggle

I do so love listening to your secrets. You bring Me satisfaction. Our talk pays My bills, and fills My mind with images and curiosity.

And alas, a workout awaits. I've been dragging a little this week, and am one workout short of my weekly standard. Wish Me luck!

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Leading you down the dark path

I hate to admit it, but yes, summer is coming to an end, and I feel a little sad for it. Mistress likes to keep the instrument of your destruction, My body, in shape and ready to pounce! I complain about finding a sweet time to run in sunny weather (lately, the early morning hours between 6 a.m. and 8 a.m. are best). Yet, sometimes the satisfaction that bright warm sun offers skin… ooh it’s tasty!

Shout out to My Amazon wishlist slave for so many things. My running shoes (a new set this season!), my fancy workout watch, the MP3 player... these are the gifts that can keep on giving! I have been longing for better lingerie selection on Amazon. Silk stockings, something from La Perla, Secrets in Lace… I feel close when I have something on My skin, from you...

I’ve been considering the sweaty fetish of wrestling, grappling and the like. Something primal and strong about it… I’m craving a shiny spandex singlet to wrap My curves in, while I think about taking a man like yourself, down a notch or two! Those running skirts seem sexy too. So short and soft, and easy to look up, from a kneeling position… (laugh). Go Pearl Izumi!

I took a man to a dark place recently. He’d been forced to take the business end of things, when still a new man (over 18 years old, of course). He wanted to go back there, to confront and to heal, to embrace that darkness…

I took his hand, and lead him down the deep path. His tears were sweet, and real. I dare say I lit up when I forced him to take it, again...

Saturday, July 21, 2012


Ooh that summer sun is turning my skin nice and tan, and I’m liking the look of that!

I have to admit, I’ve always had a thing for tan lines. One thing I find arousing – when a woman’s tan, and her nipples, are the same shade, or her skin is darker tan than her nips. I love seeing the milky white skin around the nipple, then the dark bronze rest of it. Something about, seeing what should be covered, and seeing the lines, excites Me.

But I digress… *giggle*

There’s a boy I’m getting to know, who’s tall, lean, furry and sexy as hell. We’re considering a little more down the road, wondering if we might like the scratch and sniff of each other. He’s a pretty little thing. Might have to take him home…

No worries, I’ll leave a little time for you, though. Promise!