Ass over tea kettle?

Oh the boys are out in a flurry this weekend! Lemme tell you what, I've already had several boys coming out of the woodwork, forced intoxication, feminization, even had a boy who needed a good spanking! Now that was a BLAST... made him climax on the count of 10! Oh how he moaned when I slapped my hands together, mimicking what his fine ripe ass would sound like with a firm slap!

Now, I’m getting a little coffee and a protein bar as I'm waking up. All the normal people, at least in my part of the world, are asleep. I guess the vampires and Mistresses take the night shift hm?

The sweetest boy from Switzerland approached Me recently, as he was so very hungry for a bit of abuse! We had to work through the technical glitches, and actually had a session via computer and microphone. It went very well! We met at a website that has a fabulous chat room, and I hang out there a few times a week. Contact Me if you'd like to know more...

This sweet little Swiss boy, was eager and very willing to follow My whims. He was a cock and ball torture - CBT - enthusiast. Mistress LOVES those boys... We started simply enough, a few cloth pins to the nipples. Oh - then a few to the balls. Oh wait, better yet, how about we hang a tea kettle from your balls and fill it with more and more water? This is getting good!!!

By the time he was set to blow his whistle, We'd fashioned a compass out of the head of his penis, by pinching 4 clothing pins in each of the 4 directions! Still swinging that tea kettle full of water, and just as he was whimpering, getting SO close - I made him take off the nipple clamps (we all know while it hurts to put them on, the REAL pain comes when you take them off!!). Then, he was forced to dump his load in the tea kettle, all while uttering, "Everything I have is yours Mistress Lily!!!"

And of course, the little one was forced to drink the tea water. Now what is that subtle aftertaste. Jasmine? Hibiscus? Actually I believe it is JISM!!

... all I can say is, I LOVE My job!!!!

Spirit, body, dance, trance

Ah... Mistress writes you from a very tired and satisfied body. Tonight I bellydanced with a few grrlfriends, and it was a blast! So many beautiful women of all shapes and sizes. Some dressed in more ethic colors and jewelry, earth tones, silver bells, while others had flashy cabaret style sequins, zils, and sparkly veils. These get togethers, where us grrlfriends dance together, share moves, costumes, music, are so very healing for Me.

After I came home, I felt the need to dance a bit, alone. Lit 4 large white candles, placed them in each of the 4 directions. Said a few Native American and Wiccan prayers. I closed my eyes, and let spirit and soul spring from deep within, and let this force move Me. Eyes closed, trusting My body not to fall, trusting spirit to lead.

Intense spiritual experiences can form while dancing, for hours, whether in drum circles, on stage bellydancing, or deep in a club surrounded by dozens of sweating writhing bodies. Something else... that primal animal within takes front and center.

It's the same force that takes me into places of Domination. Especially when My slaves stretch their neck wide, splay their vulnerable bits open, for the likes of Me to control. The trust you give to Me while we session is a privilege and an honor. I take bits of you with Me from each experience, and am thankful for the ripe flesh you submit to My calm palm with trust.

Specialists

Who knew Deadwood could bring out the fetishist in us all?

My love affair with the series Deadwood from HBO continues. Each actress/actor in this series is gifted, and spot on with delivery of dialogue from series creator David Milch. The language is almost Shakespearean in delivery and rhythm.

The phrase that struck home with Me this past week, while watching the series yet again (a super slave bought me the entire series on DVD - thanks tommyboy), was what Al Swearengen called a "specialist".

We dirty girls and boys would call the same person a fetishist, at least in modern times. "Yeah. Strange, huh, ... but – something ya gotta know about specialists – they pay a premium, and they never cause fuckin’ trouble. Sometimes I imagine in my declining years runnin’ a small joint in Manchester, England, catering to specialists exclusive. And to let ‘em know they’re amongst their own, maybe I’ll operate from the corner, hanging upside down like a fuckin’ bat, hmm?." Al Swearengen

Personally, I'd rather see Al dressed in petticoats and garter belts, but perhaps that is my own little specialist's mind set! *giggle

Drop me a note of what you'd love to see Al Swearengen wearing while seeing to perverts like us!

Dirty c*cksuckers in Deadwood!

It was so very warm today, Mistress decided to stay in her cocoon, nibble on this snack, take a little nap, and watch Deadwood on DVD. Many thanks to the slavelette that bought me the entire series on DVD. The owner of the Gem Saloon in the series, Al Swearingen, is a dirty dark son of a bitch. And the thing is? You can’t take your eyes off him!!

I have the feeling Al is a submissive in disguise. So many subs hide their preference in the ultra macho exterior life, don’t they? The pilots, the CEOs that call, live their lives in high pressure and a life of making decisions for others. And when they crawl to my phone line, and kneel for me patiently… another itch is scratched….

A few times a week, I’ll visit a chat room or two where submissives and Dommes meet for scratch and sniff. Email me and let me know if you’ve a favorite den of debauchery you like to linger in, online.

Ipod fuckfest

We've all done it.

Taken a casual stroll, either in a crowded coffee shop, or down a country road where people get fresh air, take their dogs for a walk. You fill up your ipod FULL of mp3s that are just naughty as hell - NIN - Closer (I wanna f*ck you like an animal...), maybe Pussycat Dolls (Don't you wish your grrlfriend was HOT like me...)...

You let your mind wander to all the people in your life that you want to rip the clothes off of, climb on 'em like a warrior would, and fuck the living hell out of! Damn, the nasty things I do in the recesses of my mind. For some reason it feels THAT much kinkier when I'm sitting next to Joe Shmoe, or Jane Doe at the bakery, eating my little slice of heaven with a strong cup of coffee.

And the images flickering in my mind, are fingers sliding round the hardness of his shaft, or the hair I'm pulling at the back of his neck. Sometimes I have the dirtiest fantasies of fucking someone over the counter where they work. Right next to the cash register! For all to see - the beast with two backs, that just couldn't wait a moment longer!

Tell me your dirty secret, maybe I'll show you mine!

Milking til dry

Had a live one tonight! I just love it when a boy calls up my Financial Domination line just itching to play Raise the Rate! I It started out innocently enough. Just $3.99/minute, which is a *bargain* these days! Not much to give up really, especially for My divine company eh? This loser actually requested permission to stroke! Good boy!

Next bumped him to $9.99/minute, and grrl lemMe tell ya - did he start whimpering! I could just FEEL the level of his excitement and anticipation elevate! We chatted a bit here and there, while I giggled and enjoyed every little minute of emptying this boy's sweet neverending wallet -

Next I ratchet it up to $13.99... then $19.99 a minute! Each time I'm milking several minutes, out of this increment and that... this tiny loser boy ends up paying $25/minute! I didn't even let him cum with Me! hehe.

Mistress is smiling!

Pussycats and Pedicures

Dontcha just love the way skin turns so toasty warm and brown, when it gets enough attention from the sun? I’ve been busy this summer outside, and My shoulders show it! Makes Me feel so… sexy!

This week My pedicure color is hot pink, like bubble gum, and I’ve caught My self just looking at how luscious they look. Found these little flower leis you can wear around your ankles? Seems to make My feet look that much sexier! Kind of like the hula grrls in Hawaii…

Also bought a few pairs of sandals with bright beads and sexy slings. Definitely sends the boys for a second glance! Hehe! Went dancing with a few grrlfriends this weekend, and cut up the dance floor. There always seems to be at least ONE slutty girl in the group who goes rubbing her ass on anything that moves (and no, it wasn’t Me… this time! Haha)! This particular club came complete with a stripper pole. I’d venture up on it once in awhile. Noticed the other grrls and boys would hoot and holler, but I never did give them a clear glance at My naughty bits! Best to be enticing in dark places like this…

Lately the music that’s been making me practice my bellydance moves has been Poe, and the Pussycat Dolls. “Dontcha wish your girlfriend was HOT like Me…” Damn, that lead singer could make this Grrl do dirty things!