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I am looking for a good slave. One that brings me stuff does chores and worships me in every way possible. I am also a professional Domme but this is for my personal pleasure. I like guys with tattoo's and piercings although it is not required. I am used to getting pampered and expect no less. If I need laundry done, gas in my car when its cold, anything done. I love cbt and corporal punishment and sissification, and financial domination of course. If you don't have the money or time to care for me do not respond. With that being said I also enjoy being fucked hard, fisted, and thing kinky just about I like it. I want someone who is strong and can throw me on the bed. But is submissive aany other time. This part the sex part may not happen I am choosy about who I sleep with. SO you better work hard to earn it.

Mistress Alexis and I have booked a scandalous and completely badass photoshoot for this coming Friday.

The photographer is pushing for an old movie theater, but we might end up in the cemetery too, at some point... Right before Halloween! (CREEPY GOODNESS!)

Anyway, we have tons of lascivious outfits to pose in, and some of them will be REAL naughty... I assure you. Not that you fuckers deserve to see us look all hot and shit, but it's fun, no?

Also here is a link to our twitter account, which will help keep you updated on all that is currently happening with us. Once we have selected our pictures, we will upload them to our website and then release the link for you all dirty little monkeys to peruse.

Now if you will excuse me I must get ready for work tonight. I think I will wear my stilettos this time... and maybe play a game of "Slinky", I am feeling mischievous. (That's where I sing the Slinky commercial and have you tumble slowly down the stairs).

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Apologies to Walt Whitman... AKA "small" tip in being a good slave

O MISTRESS! my Mistress! our arcane trip is done;
This slave has weather'd every rack, the time for fun is gone;
The whip is near, the chains I hear, my Mistresses ecstatic,
While follow eyes of lustful zeal - to lock me in the attic!
But O heart! heart! heart!
O not much further I can take,
But what the heck I have to try,
For my Mistress' sake.

THAT is the attitude I want from a good slave. If Mistress Alexis and I decide we want to hand our slave a balloon and lock him (or her) in the attic? He will do so expediently and graciously. If we want to play with needles? I expect some Oliver Twist action with him asking pathetically, "please Mistress may I have some more".

MAKE US HAPPY.

That is all.

with apologies to ee cummings

i carry your whip with me (i carry it in
my purse) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever carnage is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no troubles (for you bring about troubles, my sweet) i want
no lover (for beautiful you are my lover, my true)
and it's you are whatever a scourge has always meant
and whatever a sissy will always scream is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called pain; which grows
more arduous than the slave can hope when he tries to hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping my head afloat

i carry your whip (i carry it in my purse)

Sunday, October 18, 2009

After Much Deliberation...

I have arrived at the irrefutable conclusion that the most painful thing in the entire world must be if you were saddled with being a mute on the verge of orgasm.

OK, back to work.

I Have a Weakness

And no, the prescription is not more cowbell.

While I enjoy many aspects of domination, and I mean many, there are some things that excites me more than others. Degradation and humiliation, for example. Being able to set my tongue loose and let my inner bitch out and be creative is such a catharsis, being that when I am not doing this job I practice self-control when it comes to the stupidity of others.

I have a saying: "I don't question my existence... I question the existence of others". In short? I find most people to be mouth-breathing retards. Shhh.

So then for me to be able to let loose, to mock derisively... and to even get PAID for it? I make sure to tithe God extra well on Sunday's.

But my absolute weakness?

Role-playing.

Getting dressed up in a sexy teacher outfit -- think skintight skirt, open blouse, hair pulled back neatly, showing off my sculpted, and yes, beautiful face -- and making a "bad student" sit on my lap to thrash with my ruler? HOT. Sorry. It just is. Plus, once again, creativity comes into play. (I personally believe to be an excellent dominatrix you will have to be quick-thinking and creative -- the bad ones are those who do the same mundane things time and time again).

Being able to think of situations where you can punish the iniquitous student is super fun and exciting.

Me: "Spell 'cock'"
Slave: "C-O-C-K"
Me: "Good boy! OK now spell 'pulchritude'

Needless to say, here is where my ruler comes into play.

It's so erotically fascinating to me in that we get to throw aside our own "regular" persona and immerse ourselves in a fantasy. Remember those 3-D video game visors? Believe me, this beats playing tennis with Mario by a landslide. Even better than beating that slutty Princess (who's in another castle!)

Another favorite role-playing scenario of mine is naughty nurse and her even naughtier patient. I have a thing for nurse outfits as it is (I find them INCREDIBLY arousing), but to actually pretend to be an evil (yet sexy, naturally) nurse Ratched who sets out to punish her patient...

These are the sessions that for me get intense... in a very delicious way.

Mistress Alexis has some certain weaknesses as well, which I will share with you all later. Too bad cold showers don't work on women.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

A shared bond? Handcuffs

Recently, Mistress Alexis and myself were on our way to a session when, wouldn't you know it, there happened to be a police check-point.

Let's see... What do we have in the backseat?

OK, maybe it's not that bad -- and we also don't have a drugged out Uma Thurman or someone screaming "DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH" (that shit is saved for sessions), so really, having four bags filled with sex toys, costumes, whips, and such is really no big deal when you're getting stopped by the cops.

Right?

Actually... right. I was completely convinced that the cop was going to write us a ticket for looking like dirty whores and then demand to know why we weren't in school. (Oops, flashback).

However, the cop that we spoke to was really cool. We were actually joking around with him, and telling him a bit about our sessions and what we particularly enjoy doing. Things got even better when we named-dropped a cop that we all knew (as a friend, not a client!) so as to confirm his good suspicions and prove the point that, well, "see, we may be (celibate) whores, but we're GOOD whores who know GOOD people!"

Cha-ching!

So after making friendly with the cop (and me reluctantly refraining from comparing handcuffs), we go merrily on our way to our appointment. Crisis averted.

Tickle Me Elmo

Meet our second slave.

His name is going to be protected, so Mistress Alexis and myself will call him Elmo. Why? Because he is a dirty little toy who likes to be tickled til it hurts.

We end up driving about a forty minutes away to see this slave, which is actually an old client of Mistress Alexis. On the way she explained to me that he is a good slave and if there were Scooby Snacks for slaves, he would totally merit one.

So we arrive there, and he is very friendly, very gracious and eager to please. "Aw, good slave", I think. All he needs is to tilt his head like a border collie and I would be tempted to adopt him and let him live in my backyard. So cute. Plus he is a professor of engineering and physics, so he can help me with my science homework in the future. Win win!

We once again go to his bathroom to change and get all tarted up (we had to be discreet being that he is a professor and it's a small town... having two dommes show up in front of your apartment with Mindy Sue peeping from behind the blinders could quite probably raise some awkward questions). And then? The session was on.

This is how it went:

TICKLE TICKLE TICK-
LE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE
TICKLY TICKLEHEAD

I wrote it in haiku for you people because I care.

There also was some trampling involved, where Mistress Alexis and myself would force him on either his back or belly and stamp the shit out of him. As he had not been in the domination scene for awhile, he needed to build himself back -- so it was tough for him, but he really did his best. We reassured him that we would help him build up his endurance, and in the meantime we would be nice and just choke the shit out of him while making his nipples bleed.

Seriously we deserved the Nobel Peace Prize.

Once the session came to a close, our good slave, Elmo, told us that he was going to have problems writing equations upon the chalkboard for his students due to general soreness and torturous goodness. So to all you nameless students who have him as a teacher, you are most welcome and I am glad to have provided with you with a brief respite from nefariouslike mathematical and scientific equations.

(BTW, chances are good that at least one of your professors sees a dominatrix. Think about THAT to keep you awake next time Professor McBanal nearly bores you to sleep)

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