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…