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...

Nipples

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!

Today, Lust wins

Today was warmer, and the sun lulled Me out of My cocoon. I’ve been exercising more this past week, and enjoy My body responding to the change. The strength that fills you. I love working My body.

While walking across a long pathway near forest, I cast a glance at soccer players, running in the distance. This team looked to be fresh out of high school, of legal age, most not any older than 21, if I were guessing. A few were shirtless. One in particular, while short, was muscular, furry, and a messy head of hair.

And today was the day. That rare day when I’m a little lonely, and haven’t been touched in a few many moons. I was slightly warm, sweaty, My body alive and… I had thoughts.

Somehow, walking across the sports fields, making eye contact with this young one. Wrapping My hand around his naked bicep, whispering in his ear, “Come with Me into the forest. I have a need, and you’re the lucky one today.”

I hunted it further. Bringing him under tall trees, and so many vines, plants, fallen tree trunks, and earthy dens. Pushing him down, opening his pants, and taking what is Mine.

What fantasies do you harbor? You’re welcome to call Me, pay for My time, while I undress them into knowing…

Feedback to savor

Had a nice long chat with a returning caller tonight, which was lovely. He left the following feedback for Me, and I smiled - "Her ability to level you with withering abject humiliation is exquisite!"

Yes...

Mistress move

It’s a meandering Sunday, and I’m slightly bummed – a girlfriend had a get together in town just down the road, yet the 2 hours roundtrip drive… kind of undid Me. Alas, I stayed home. Some days I’m definitely in the mood for good tunes, a nice long drive and a friendly hug. Other days, 2 hours of time in the tin box driving... just isn't worth it.

You DO know what I mean….

I wandered My time over to the tele. Thank you slave for the TV, and you know who you are! The same slave who gifted the CD/DVD player and lava lamp, right next to it.

I love the extended yummy that a gift like that brings. Their fondness for Me keeps giving, long after the gift’s been paid for. Every once in awhile, I look at the tele and think, oh yes, My boy bought this. And this makes Mistress... smile.

Lean in a little closer, and tell Me your secrets. Promise, it's just between us.

Out of Tune Dark

Hello sweet minions! Is Christmas bringing you warmth, and the wickedness you crave? If not, we might have to bring you a treat for your stockings…

I had an adventure this past week that was slightly juicy, yet left an aftertaste. Met up with a few friends at a nearby tiny town. We mingled in a bar with brick wall charm, and a few friendly albeit drunk ones, fumbling over themselves. The bar was full of rednecks, young bucks barely 21, and plenty of booze. Mistress rarely drinks (orange juice was My only cocktail), and has 20 years on these young ones, thus the sideshow quality on display was curious indeed. I was grateful for the acceptance and quick familiarity that spirits provide (in others), yet felt introverted and ponderous.

Being drunk in public has never appealed to Me – why be out of control in full view? Mating rituals stripped down to the fundamentals. Young men on cougar hunts, lined Me up in their sights, demanding time and attention of a Woman, who gave very clear signals She’s uninterested. I’m reminded of some men’s ability to deny their actual level of appeal, and confidently stride forth with gender privilege, and the heavy ether of denial. Yes, and the overwhelming scent that only alcohol and bad breath can conjure…

These boys do give fuel to My fire. There are times when the sweet nectar of your submission is blood price for male gender’s crimes against the feminine. As long as we consent, and don’t leave permanent marks, all is well…

There was much singing, mostly off key, and a few familiar tunes with dancing here and there. The very best part was the company of My two friends, all of us being 40 or better, catching up and watching the show surrounding us. Mistress realizes now, I must always carry earplugs in My purse. Karaoke music gets loud, proud and way off key. As I climbed into My car for the ride home, I cued up ambient music and washed away the overloud rhythms.

Today Mistress will be available many hours. I’d love to mingle you into these times… Come little pet, out of your darkness. I have a task for you…

Mistress on the move

What shakes in Mistress Lily land… the main thing on the horizon is a change of venue. Mistress has been living in this neck of the woods for 10+ years, and I’m ready for a change of scenery. Mostly… while I love my sweet home and the big backyard, with wild birds and beautiful trees, My neighbors have transitioned from owners, to renters.

Great and lovely neighbors the whole neighborhood through, except… on either side of Me, rental homes. And this means? 4-5 college students living in a space tailored for 2-3 people… cars coming and going, 19-20 year old young men and women.

We remember what that was like, don’t we? Fresh adults, new bodies, and innovative activities, sex, drinking and Goddess knows what else… Our filters change as we become adults. And while I get kinky and perverted in My private time, I’m a very considerate neighbor. A good ball gag can be an excellent muffler! hehe

I… must… leave. I’ve wanted to move for a year or more now. I’m a good girl scout too – I plan such things over time. Checklists, timing. My ideal place would be about 5 minutes out of a larger city, just on the outskirts of town. A basement, or a large garage, I can convert to a dungeon. A bit of distance between Me and the neighbors, in case I invite a slave over to give him fresh hell, while he coos and moans in ecstasy.

Hard wood floors, so when I’ve got high heels on, you’ll hear the clicking. I love that inevitable sound, walking up behind a boy who’s kneeling and naked, the anticipation.

And the big big thing? (dirty boy) No shared walls with anyone. Quiet, space, and a beautiful freedom to cocoon contently while My eyes are closed, and I’m drawing you down the phone line, seducing and exploiting.

Bring this up during our conversation, perhaps you’ll find your place in expediting My transition, and earn a special place in My heart, or at least on the end of My... flogger! *giggle*