November's here and Christmas around the corner. I'm feeling dreadfully unprepared, as usual :) Seems I get my loved ones gifts just in time, but tend to wait until right before the deadline!
It gets cold out, the days get shorter, and my running and hiking times get fewer and fewer. Anyone gain 5-10 lbs over the holidays, only to widdle it off in the spring? That would be My pattern!
This was the first Halloween in many years, I've spent at home before going out, and filling up the young kidlets with candy. Of course, I bought a case of the big candy bars, no snack size for My trick and treaters! haha
Couldn't figure out what outfit to go with, and just decided to dawn My Matrix trenchcoat (Neo would be proud) and a pair of boot stiletto heels that I'd never worn in public. Went and had coffee with a few friends. Got asked out on a date. Think it was the shoes! hehe
I'm craving a little cuckold play lately. Seems like a few boys have come to My phone with fantasies of their exploitation, and watching Mistress satisfied, while they cower in the corner, wanking without notice. Seems kind of fun, rubbing it a man's face like that. ya think?
Smiling just now...
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Stilettos on skin
Morning! Would you believe last night at 4 in the morning, lights were flashing and thunder was rumbling… Luckily I was already up working with perverts like you, although I did think for a second the power might go out. I even unplugged My laptop just to make sure a power surge didn't zap the prams!!
I've healed over the cold, and what did it? Those funky little Airborne tabs!! LIFESAVER!! I think I'll be keeping those on hand!
I'm about to hit the shower and get a little sun on My face. Well, using My sun lamp. How very 70s of Me, ya think? *giggle
I've been yearning for a few pairs of stilettos! I'm thinking of your pale naked flesh, while I walk all over your thighs, your strong shoulders…. There's a pair of silver sandals on My wishlist that are elegant and sexy. I've been craving them…
Come hither little one, let Me debauch you!
I've healed over the cold, and what did it? Those funky little Airborne tabs!! LIFESAVER!! I think I'll be keeping those on hand!
I'm about to hit the shower and get a little sun on My face. Well, using My sun lamp. How very 70s of Me, ya think? *giggle
I've been yearning for a few pairs of stilettos! I'm thinking of your pale naked flesh, while I walk all over your thighs, your strong shoulders…. There's a pair of silver sandals on My wishlist that are elegant and sexy. I've been craving them…
Come hither little one, let Me debauch you!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Mistress sniffle
Well, My sweets, Mistress is under the… weather presently. I've been slamming garlic, vitamin C, sucking on… zinc. I just found out about the Airborne tabs. You'll notice they're on My Amazon wishlist, and I'd be very happy to receive a gift of them!
Bring Me a tissue!
If you do call in the next day or two, don't be surprised if the voice sounds a little bit rough or smoky sounding. And no, I'm not a tobacco Girl! Hehe
I'm a late night Girl, as My boys know! Craig Ferguson, whom I happen to have a small crush on, just did a Vanna White sweep with his hands up and down the length of his body, and said, "That's right, I look like a frumpy whore on Bingo night!" haha!!
You know, I think we could achieve that look, if he'd come visit My closet!
I've been slightly bummed with the changes going on with Niteflirt, yet I will admit, the basic services seem to be functional. It was a bumpy little transition hm? I'm probably going to end the $1.99 a minute special sometime this weekend, so get your punishment in while you can! Such a bargain!
Alright, I'm considering Nyquil and a long bath….
Bring Me a tissue!
If you do call in the next day or two, don't be surprised if the voice sounds a little bit rough or smoky sounding. And no, I'm not a tobacco Girl! Hehe
I'm a late night Girl, as My boys know! Craig Ferguson, whom I happen to have a small crush on, just did a Vanna White sweep with his hands up and down the length of his body, and said, "That's right, I look like a frumpy whore on Bingo night!" haha!!
You know, I think we could achieve that look, if he'd come visit My closet!
I've been slightly bummed with the changes going on with Niteflirt, yet I will admit, the basic services seem to be functional. It was a bumpy little transition hm? I'm probably going to end the $1.99 a minute special sometime this weekend, so get your punishment in while you can! Such a bargain!
Alright, I'm considering Nyquil and a long bath….
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Niteflirt in transition?!? How to get MsLily on phone!!!
As you have noticed, faithful slaves, Niteflirt servers have been in transition for a week now. They have a Niteflirt link that can get you through to Me! Same service, slightly different address:
LINK TO MISTRESS LILY'S NITEFLIRT PAGE
Niteflirt assures us they are working hard to fix the main systems, and I'm really glad to be able to take calls this way, while they are transitioning.
I'm still running My $1.99 special to help slavelettes! BRING IT ON~~!
LINK TO MISTRESS LILY'S NITEFLIRT PAGE
Niteflirt assures us they are working hard to fix the main systems, and I'm really glad to be able to take calls this way, while they are transitioning.
I'm still running My $1.99 special to help slavelettes! BRING IT ON~~!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Cuckoldry in black and white
I recently watched the movie Gilda, released in 1946, starring Rita Hayworth and Glenn Ford. Drama at it's best, and strangely subverted sexual tension between almost every other character. I was quite impressed. Rita's character blatantly cuckolds not only Ford's character as the casino boss' right hand man, while offering the same emotional payoff for her casino owning husband. Cucky special - two for one!
I drew the movie in, and kept thinking, "Sooo many cuckold slaves out there would EAT this shit UP!!" hehe! One thing I did crave, was a little more emotionally contained nature in Ms. Gilda and more control, although I suppose that was the whole point. Her lack of control, right in their face, took us to the next development, and the next.
For every man craving to have the love of his life fuck him over, publicly and with glee? Give this classic a chance.
One subtext though – Gilda's character is living in a more sexist time (1940's) where, even as a grifter, she's dependent on men financially, using their sexual exploitation as a currency of control. Women used such things, when their options were fewer.
Thankfully, today, We chicks get the chance to use more options. Feel free to give Mistress a call. I'll exploit you sexually, and use your currency for... any damn thing I like...
I drew the movie in, and kept thinking, "Sooo many cuckold slaves out there would EAT this shit UP!!" hehe! One thing I did crave, was a little more emotionally contained nature in Ms. Gilda and more control, although I suppose that was the whole point. Her lack of control, right in their face, took us to the next development, and the next.
For every man craving to have the love of his life fuck him over, publicly and with glee? Give this classic a chance.
One subtext though – Gilda's character is living in a more sexist time (1940's) where, even as a grifter, she's dependent on men financially, using their sexual exploitation as a currency of control. Women used such things, when their options were fewer.
Thankfully, today, We chicks get the chance to use more options. Feel free to give Mistress a call. I'll exploit you sexually, and use your currency for... any damn thing I like...
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Sweet Darkness, Shared
Today, I knew the rain was arriving, and had a few tasks in the garden to get to. I put on thick Neoprene gloves, and cut through blackberry brambles in My large back yard.
I've been making Mistress / slave friends of late, locally, Masters too, and enjoying this sense of community. We weird folk need a little encouragement – as many of you know, the vanillas out there just don't "get" us typically.
The blackberries I trimmed were bundles of darkness and thorns, green, red too. Some berries ripe and falling, others tight and not letting go.
I gathered the bundles in a little box bouquet, and brought them to a Mistress on the other side of town. She smiled, we shared coffee, and discussed the terms of Her Number 1 slave. She may be lending him to Me for use, and we're sorting through boundaries and protocol.
I drove back home and pulled into the driveway. I slid onto My couch, and smiled. Life is very good for Mistress just now. Almost as sweet and sharp as those dripping blackberries.
I've been making Mistress / slave friends of late, locally, Masters too, and enjoying this sense of community. We weird folk need a little encouragement – as many of you know, the vanillas out there just don't "get" us typically.
The blackberries I trimmed were bundles of darkness and thorns, green, red too. Some berries ripe and falling, others tight and not letting go.
I gathered the bundles in a little box bouquet, and brought them to a Mistress on the other side of town. She smiled, we shared coffee, and discussed the terms of Her Number 1 slave. She may be lending him to Me for use, and we're sorting through boundaries and protocol.
I drove back home and pulled into the driveway. I slid onto My couch, and smiled. Life is very good for Mistress just now. Almost as sweet and sharp as those dripping blackberries.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Sky, moon, and you
Mistress Lil was feeling inspired this evening. Partake of My fruits, and enjoy!
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Early in the morning Saturday, 2 a.m., all's quiet on the western front, U.S. anyway. The moon is out with pale clouds surrounding, and it looks ripe, just a sliver shaved off. Makes Me long for a forest cabin, with a meadow behind it. I'd lay down in a slow swaying hammock, with soft cotton rope, and take in the moon beams and breeze.
And there you'd be, kneeling, naked, with My own fashioned slip knot right around your neck. You'd be silent and waiting for Mistress. Rhythmic pulls against your neck, I use your leash to sway My body, reminding you which of these two, controls the other.
Stillness and understanding. And you little one, ever vigilant. You do please Me.
And then, the course runs when you don't. We BOTH know the hell paid for that infraction.
I've branded, bruised you, scratched your skin. Caned the delicates, zapped the nads. The worm that crawls creeps inside your mind, or perhaps the seat where the heart stirs. Flesh is the tool. Sweet whimpers and gasps, drive My hunt.
My arm reaches over the edge of this rope nest, and I slide fingers through your hair. I'm smiling. The murk of darkness and slight light in our evening, gives you a hint of the rest.
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Early in the morning Saturday, 2 a.m., all's quiet on the western front, U.S. anyway. The moon is out with pale clouds surrounding, and it looks ripe, just a sliver shaved off. Makes Me long for a forest cabin, with a meadow behind it. I'd lay down in a slow swaying hammock, with soft cotton rope, and take in the moon beams and breeze.
And there you'd be, kneeling, naked, with My own fashioned slip knot right around your neck. You'd be silent and waiting for Mistress. Rhythmic pulls against your neck, I use your leash to sway My body, reminding you which of these two, controls the other.
Stillness and understanding. And you little one, ever vigilant. You do please Me.
And then, the course runs when you don't. We BOTH know the hell paid for that infraction.
I've branded, bruised you, scratched your skin. Caned the delicates, zapped the nads. The worm that crawls creeps inside your mind, or perhaps the seat where the heart stirs. Flesh is the tool. Sweet whimpers and gasps, drive My hunt.
My arm reaches over the edge of this rope nest, and I slide fingers through your hair. I'm smiling. The murk of darkness and slight light in our evening, gives you a hint of the rest.
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