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 -

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.

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….

*giggle*

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.

"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...

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!

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*

The purse that knew better!

The following story is a bit wild, and is absolutely true. Promise! It happened just a few weeks back.

A beautiful lesbian couple and I went for a little outdoor dancing at a local shindig. They clued Me into a blues band I’d yet to hear in person, and I’m SO glad they did. I’m reticent to see a band like this – the lead was a young pup, and I notice when it comes to blues, older age and deeper shades of skin, tend to lead to more mature, authentic blues sound.

As it turns out, the band, loud enough to need earplugs, knocked My socks off! And perhaps a few other items!

One of My lesbian friends, I’ll call her Xena –she and I imbibe a few times a year, when we have a minder nearby (designated “watch the drunk girls giggle” minder). Which means, 2-3 times a year we might get intoxicated, and boogie our asses off!

We had this prime seat right next to the stage, and oooh boy the music was loud. We’d had a few local brews, and felt like dancing and flirting. So many hot boys moving their bods, lots of eye candy for the discerning eye. I needed a mint (a good Grrl minds Her breath, hm?) and reached into My dark leather purse for an altoid. When I picked up the purse and dug deeper, I was shocked.

My purse was vibrating. Buzzing like a mother fucker.

I blinked, a little confused, and just didn’t understand. Xena leaned over, seeing My face had changed, asked what was up. “I… My purse… it’s vibrating!!”

“Well, did you leave your cell phone on vibrate?”

“I… don’t own a cell phone! You know that!!” Our eyes got large as saucers, and we both started pawing the purse. It was vibrating, what the…

Suddenly I had an inspiration - “I think, did I? I must have left a vibrator in My purse and bumped into turning on!!!” Our mouths opened wide, and we two Mistress friends started laughing our asses off. For several minutes. Actually more like several songs.

See, we both fully accepted that the answer MUST be something that perverted and simple, right? *giggle*

As it turned out… the answer was more subtle. The band’s music was so loud, My purse, in some odd combination of physics and timing, was amplifying and buzzing with the sound of music blaring off the stage. We tested it, sure enough, it was the music that did it.

And, as it turns out, no cell phones or vibrators were present in my dark purse. Although Xena and I like My drunk girl inspired solution better!!

Joyful kinky memories to share? I’m all over it babydolls! Femdom phone sex with Mistress Lily might bring you that something you ache to complete. Come…

Naked & hairless, or at least tightly trimmed

Oh Mistress is dragging her limbs so limply.... I earned this one, boys and girls.

Just got home from 3 hours of dancing in very high heels, oh my calves are aching for your hands to touch them. I’m overdue for a massage and could use a strong set of hands to work out these overworked muscles.

And- it WAS worth it. Every minute of it ! hehe.

Made My way to a few different dance clubs with a friend, who seemed to know all the bartenders downtown. We ended up getting drinks, and cover charge, free, everywhere we went. Note to self: I need to go out with Paula more often! *giggle

Spent an hour doing makeup, hair, just had a spa day this week (thank you zombie boy!) and got a full leg wax, and hair cut. My legs are so smooth… and with the extra workouts I’ve been putting in, things are looking toned and lovely. This morning I even did the business of trimming my little lady business right down the middle. It’s like a little surprise after you’ve trimmed everything up tight and snug down there. When My fingers slide over the naked skin, it feels like the touch of some strange tongue, with soft barbs, whiskers of pubes trimmed and tended.

I just love My puss, right after a trim. It feels unworldly and very arousing.

Oh, but don’t let Me bore you with such sundry things… *smirk* There are details about the men who asked Me to dance, their stories, and one who offered to take Me home -

Ooohh come to Mistress, open wallets and hearts, and we’ll see what makes you go boom…

Labored day

Big weekend, and extra day! Here comes September, wrapping us up in its arms… How did the summer get away from Me, so fast!

Sat on the patio today and soaked in a few rays. Just a few minutes can do wonders for making skin feel warm, sensual. Which reminds Me… it’s time for a waxing at the local spa. Ooh that and I might need a new haircut… I’ve been trying to soak up the sun recently, hiking and walking, because we know it’s fading fast. Went out for a long 5 mile walk a few nights ago, and was so surprised by how sunlight fades quickly now. I love it when it’s still light out, way past 9 pm.

But I digress… (blogs are the place for such things)! In the luxury department - I’ve got new chocolate colored sheets on My bed and they feel very yummy. There are times that I’ll be laying on them, while we chat. Just our minds, your wallet, the phone, and anything else you’d like to bring to the call (well.. keep it legal!).

Mistress of Dreams

I’m often intrigued by the power of dreams. I’ve awoken many times, after subconscious thoughts have vetted My night time mind movies. Sometimes what kicks up surprises Me.

Last night I dreamt of an actor who’s a little too clean cut for My tastes. Or so I thought. In our dream time, he was a guest at a party at My place. Humble, attentive, listening. Towards the end of the dream, he confessed he’d made Me an exotic dessert which needed to be frozen, and he asked if he could feed it to Me. I smiled, considering the offer.

That, along with a nocturnal interior designer, made My dream quite a trip! Apparently My subconscious mind wants to re-do My living room with thick, heavy wooden furniture, as well.

I’ll spare you the thick wood joke. It’s tempting!

Mistress is looking for a fella to date, and has been checking out dating websites a bit (it’s a secret pleasure). I’ve had more luck meeting men in the vanilla world to date, then converting them… more so than meeting them at a munch (monthly meetings at restaurants, that BDSM folks do, to meet other BDSMers), or a play party. And to be honest, the play parties I’ve been to in the region, or the campouts with hundreds attending…. Well lets just say yes there are many sweet people and I’ve made many friends. And… I’d say 85% of those attending are large, naked, older (55+) marginally attractive, and just not getting my mojo rising. And the pretty one’s are fun to play with, yet usually owned.

Any one of those traits listed above, by themselves, not too big a cross to bear (I’ve had a lover in the past who've been over 55). Although when you notice at a huge campout, “gee, that’s the 10th 300+ pound naked person I’ve seen, who really needs to trim up some parts…” well you get the idea.

Traumatized yet? Hehehe

We all know it's the spark, that unmeasurable something, that connects us both. Finding the perfect fit, or near perfect, takes time and patience. Finding the right Mistress or slave, just the same. Our perverted leanings are so personal, and we just know it works, with the right person. If the spark is strong enough? Many flaws are forgiven. Some kind of magic in spirit and joy...

Let’s see if we fit… and click. I think of you purring, gasping and desperate while I tell you exactly how you’ll touch that c… oh yes, you’re right, let’s save that for our next Niteflirt call! Femdom phone sex, just a click to the right -

Wrapped up in you

Happy Friday slaves!

Thursday was a great day. I received a recent booty from a generous slave, and decided to check things out! He bought Me hot black Saucony shoes for hiking, and I decided to break them in. Made 5 miles in ‘em before getting done . Loved it!

While I was walking in those hot new shoes, taking in the tall trees, fresh air under a cloudy sky, I realized how much of the gear wrapped around My warm body was a gift from one of you. My mp3 player, ubber hot earbuds, the new pedometer, the Ironman watch I timed Myself with, even the music I’d downloaded on My mp3 player… all gifts from boys like you. Oh, don’t forget the sports jacket wrapping it all up into a hot little snack!

I smiled quietly to Myself while walking through the park… Mistress had a secret. Or perhaps a few of them! I feel the devotion and submission behind every little trinket.

I’m so antsy for something fun to do. Call Me and tell Me your strange little ideas…

Diminutive playthings

Tonight I was feeling restless and ready for a lil bit of strange….

I looked over at the pile of sex toys I’ve lined up on one of My bookshelves. They mostly collect dust and look pretty. All the pinks and purples and blacks… the push buttons and batteries. Oooh and the cane with leather straps at one end, aching for a hind part to slap –

I have so many cock shaped devices to play with, when flesh and blood are elsewhere. And for all the fuss and the pretty spendy things, My very favorite dildo is the least expensive, and somewhat diminutive.

Just 6 ½ inches long, it might not be the tallest boy at the dance. What’s he got going for him? The toy was designed with veins galore. Not huge heavy ridged that can feel a bit like rat-a-tat-tat when you’re gettin’ your groove thang on… no these are more subtle. That, and my fave little black beast is girthy boy…

Even has a set of balls attached at one end. I did that with purpose – it’s so hard to force that fuck up where it’s dark, when you don’t have a handle for the thing! Haha

Little black beast came out to play tonight. And Mistress came out to play too!
I’ve got a smile on My face, and now, we both know why. *giggle*

Heads up for the readers in My flock – I’m playing “find the $1.99 listing” on My Niteflirt extensions. I’ve got one selected, although you’ll need to look a bit to find it. Can you see it?

The fruits of your labor

This has been a very pleasant week in Mistress land. To start with, I’ve finally received all the goodies from a slave I’ll call ken, who’s been under My wing for 3 years now. He walked through very hard times in his life, and I am his solace and taskmaster. A distracting Mistress who benefits mightily from his patronage...

(I have a special place in My heart for boys who spend thousands in cold hard cash, on My little whims)

I purr while thinking of the cold, hard silver bullion that ken has bought for Me, the dripping jewelry of diamonds and rubies (one necklace had little gold horns, and a tail with a diamond in it! *giggle*). The gift that stands out? A pair of high-heel-red-satin-platform-stilettos. Spiked heels over 6 inches long. The heel shines with a metallic hue, and against the luscious red satin of the shoe? You just want to touch it...

I was a brave Grrl this week as well, and confessed to My closest friend, the nature of My employment (you know, exploiting the likes of you). We in the land of slavery and Mistresses understand, we need to choose confidantes with care. And to be clear, she is My best friend. I could talk dirty all day long, and she is more modest than I. We navigate boundaries with thoughtfulness, on our path of loving each other.

To My delight and relief, she was stunned, and impressed. To see her face light up with joy and curiosity, made Me sigh and smile. I even shared the ripe red fruit of satin stilettos with her. She asked in a secret voice, “May I... touch them?” I smiled so wide, and said, “yes, please...”

And to think, your generous gifts? Might bring a Grrl moments of discovery and play. Perhaps you do have a place at My side, little ones. On your knees, with extended hand, wallet in palm. Offering Me what earns you entry, into this dark joyous place I call home.

Ripe hidden bits

Let Me give you a clue into most Women’s minds, and hearts.

Our society demands much of a Grrl, and while we’re with it, tough, independent and sometimes charming...

There is a quiet romance inside the heart of most. If you and your submissive self can tap into this? You might just seduce the strongest.

I feel as if I’m whispering a secret when I share… I let My attention wander over the movie “Pride and Prejudice” this morn. The Oxygen channel was giving it a show (Oh Oprah… you do know Grrls). I’ve been fighting a cold this week, which takes Me from the side of most precious slaves. I woke to morning tea, and a button push to the tele. Slave kenneth has been kind to Mistress these few months, and the new flat screen TV gracing My bedroom, is on his account.

He shall be tortured deliciously for it. And I suspect, this will please him! Hehe

Back to the flick - the fancy dresses, the romantic music, the far away fairy tale of such things. I suspect there are boys in the mist who also crave these things too. Ringlets of curls gracing their long neck, powered skin, ripe red lips, and perhaps if in period, a beauty mole? A corset? Long hoop slips and billowing beauty...

And of course the underthings. White stockings, sharp tight heels, and the frills of pantaloons, laced panties, pale flesh just near the crest of –

Oh pardon. No offense meant... I get distracted by the warm bits hidden in so many layers.

Perhaps, you too?