12/14/2013 12:01:05 PM: As our new chapter begins and unfolds the bond strengthens. We are evolving poly household and in consideration under us is our new submissive precious. We are searching for a new pup for her to serve her. The pup must be local, have similar interests and likes and must follow protocol. All pup requests must be submitted through Me only serious applicants need to apply. No one over the age of 55 needs to apply. Regards, Madame

11/29/2013 4:10:26 PM: A new chapter in our life has begun. We have taken on our first collared submissive as a couple we are ecstatic that she has begun this life journey with us. Being poly and loving the lifestyle. We can't wait to show her how much we look forward to training her and showing her how much we care about her.

4/16/2013 1:30:27 PM: I want to paint on you, paint on you with my hands. The strokes you feel with your mind, body and soul.  Make you feel the emotion s that I have within me, the energy that my body holds. I want to have you here laying before me, begging for more.   You’re putty in my hands now, I see, my blank canvas from white, to a lovely shade of pink. My hands pressing down on you, you’re unrestrained, gripping you firmly, my breath lingers on your skin as I whisper “let Me in.” Let me in your brain, let me take over. Forget the world around you. I’m here with you, I’ll take over. Shades of pink turn to deeper pink, your muscles turn to jell-o, I continue to paint, I can feel myself growing wetter, and your moans let me know I’m getting deeper in your head. I run my hands down your back across your ass, down your thighs. You arch your back in anticipation, craving the unexpected. I run my nails back up your thighs, over your ass and your tenderized back. I tug on your scrotum, letting you know that I’m still there. I hear that soft groan of yours again, and can’t help but giggle since I know that means I’m even deeper than before. “please Ma’am.” The silence is broken by your whispers, “take me over.” I already have, you’ve let me, your mind, body and soul has let me capture you and take over.  I’m here with you, that is all you have to know. I slide myself into you, my strong sturdy self, not knowing how much you can take; I go slowly after all you’re jell-o. I thrust into you as you moan for more, you can’t take the urge and plead not be given the pleasure to cum. I smirk and oblige, I stop, my thighs are soaking wet but I’m not quite done with you yet. You may not want to cum, but I am going to. I lay you down on the table, blindfolded and restrained to prevent you from touching any unwanted parts. I take out my magic friend and sit down beside you and whisper as I cum “did I take you over?” I see your cock hard as a rock the humming from my friend is making me get close. “Let me in is all said.” As the juices flowed from me, now you must cum without touching yourself just by letting me in and on 1..2..3…you let out a long moan, yet it wasn’t the orgasm you thought, you physically felt it let go, the endorphins ran through your body, but..you let me in, I took over and mentally your brain felt orgasm a different way than anyone else ever has… All I said is Let Me In…

3/18/2013 3:28:43 PM: The silence is broken by the beats of the music in the background, you can’t help but wonder if I’ll follow them or find my own rhythm. I left you alone again in that cold dark room, stark naked nothing but the strips of leather from the cuffs, collar and harness covering your body. Kneeling there on the floor your head bowed waiting, anxiously awaiting to hear Me.  What seemed like hours was only minutes, once the click of the door unlocked.  you heard Me walking across the room wondering what could be wearing. I touch your back with the tips of my fingers and instantly feel the goose bumps rise on your skin. I slide down the blindfold to heighten your senses, after all that’s what makes it so intense. “Well boy what do you have to say?” I ask. “Good day Ma’am, how may i serve You?” your response was quietly spoken. I pull you to a standing position, grinning ear to ear, “oh I will show you how you can serve Me.” I giggle. I guide you to the table and turn you to face me. you’re going to very well today I can already sense it your body language is telling Me you’re ready to give in to Me. I rub my hands down your shoulders, over your arms through your fingers. Interrupting My thoughts you break the silence “Ma’am may i ask permission to touch you before i serve you today?” you quietly ask. I lean in and whisper “Yes, but you have to describe every detail that you experience.” “Yes Ma’am.” you respond.  I slide your hands to my bare shoulders. “Now” I command “tell me what you’re feeling.” You slide your hands to my hair as you start speaking “your hair is soft and silky.” You lean forward scents of coconut linger in it. Sliding down my neck and shoulders your skin feels delicate, graze my bra straps “material feels smooth like your skin.” You follow it down to the tops of my breasts your hands glide over the tops of them they feel full and plump Ma’am my body is feeling aroused. I can’t help but giggle a little as I see the arousal in action. “the cups of the bra Ma’am are ruffled and teasing. Expecting to find a bare torso, your surprised to feel a silk bustier, it feels embroidered Ma’am, feels beautiful cinched in tight. Gliding over my hips for another surprise you feel straps?! Thinking to yourself what could those be, going down further leather mmm leather Ma’am such a sweet smell as you lean in to smell, your hands still roaming down my legs you feel my bare knees soft and supple legs it’s a skirt! Oh my Ma’am your legs they feel so sexy I can feel myself getting quite aroused still again I can see it growing with anticipation. My legs are damp from being aroused myself I won’t admit that to you though. Sliding your hands back up my skirt wanting to figure out what those straps lead to, sturdy and polyester, there’s a metal ring in the center of your abdomen Ma’am, oh my this thing it feels like such a strong phallic object is that for me?” I can hear the excitement in your voice, yet I don’t respond.  You hurriedly go back to my knees and slide down to my shoes, to find that they’re not boots this time, kitten heels instead, still leather though Ma’am, and feels like a little strap across the top.” You kiss the toe. As a good boy should you go back to your knees, I can see you trembling with anticipation. “good boy, how did that feel?” I inquire, knowing all too well how it felt. “very good Ma’am, I hope I pleased you.” You eagerly respond. “Now you may serve Me boy.” “Stand “I command.  As a good boy should you do as directed? Come here I grab your collar and pull you toward me. “You felt what I had for you done you?” For being such a good boy and asking permission like I knew would. I say. You shake your head yes. I pull your collar. “I can’t hear you!” I sternly command. “Yes Ma’am. You respond. “Well aren’t you the good boy you are.” I press myself again you. As I guide you to the table. I lean you over the table, run my hands over your shoulders and down your harness straps, down over your ass cheeks. SMACK!  The crack of my hand is louder than the music making you jump and your knees quiver. I crack the other side and kick your feet apart. I press my breasts against the bare skin on your back. You feel my cock touch yours; I slide my finger into your tight ass push down on that special spot making you feel rock hard and weak at the same time. I bring my cock to your ass and slowly press it in, I hear the wind you slowly take in. “Good boy, just relax now. “ I say into your ear as I lean over. My pussy is soaking wet as my nectar is dripping, I slide my cock in and out of your ass. Your urge is getting stronger, you’re dripping too. “you like being a good boy and asking permission? I ask breaking your concentration on the stimulation you’re receiving. “yes Ma’am.” You respond in a shaky voice, I slide deep in as I can, you moan, “Thank you Ma’am.” I giggle, and do it over and over, my nectar dripping more each time you say “Thank you Ma’am.” Deep inside me comes all my force, down my legs, in my shoes, my nectar that has been building up. Quietly I slide out as I laugh, “Well look you’ve definitely been a good boy.” I cover you up as I myself out of my cock and lie down beside you, stroke your head and take off your blindfold so you can finally see my smile that you’ve been waiting for. Now that’s what good boys get for asking permission.  

3/12/2013 1:05:42 PM: Kneeling in the darkness you wait nothing but your harness on, listening for the sound of my heels to approach you. The silence is deafening, smells around you are familiar; leather, vanilla, wax, hemp…you breath in deep, the door creaks the hairs on the back of your neck stand up immediately. I say nothing as I enter the room, the sound of my heels across the floor, click is loud. You wonder what I’m wearing; your brain is running a mile. My hand brushes your neck I feel you shiver down your spine collapsing at my feet. “Get up!” I shout. Pulling up to your knees by your harness still in pitch black darkness, you feel the denim of my jeans pressed against your face, your hands find their way onto my boots, roaming their way up finding they feel of soft cow hide, you drop down to the heel its sturdy 4 inches you feel the toe its pointy. “Did I ask you to fondle my boots?” Sternly I question…without answering you back up and apologize “Sorry Ma’am I couldn’t resist.” “There is no excuse for not asking permission.”  As I rub my boot on your inner thighs. The soft cow hide supple from just shining them.  You moan, as I walk away in the pitch dark. I’m familiar with the surroundings in the dark; I place a blindfold on you so you still cannot see. Once I turn on the lights. Lights are on, you’re still there kneeling. I’m standing there giggling in my knee high boots, jeans tucked inside them, my leather corset cinched tight I lean over you my breasts on top of your head my scent of soft floral, and leather surround you.  I run my delicate hands down your back tightly over your harness, pulling you in closer. “Now is there an excuse for not asking for permission to fondle my boots?” I question as I rub them through your legs, over your feet, up your ass and back again. You arch your back and reply in a low voice “No Ma’am.” “What, I can’t hear you.” I say into your ear. “No, Ma’am.” You say louder as I run my boot back up your thighs up your ass again.  “Good Boy. Now you may fondle my boots.” I giggle I pull you forward with your harness as I sit down my legs spread; you’re still blindfolded seeing nothing you feel your way up my boots. “Wouldn’t you like to see them, and all of me?” my whisper lingers in your ear. “You can only use your hands and only where I say.” I say.  Your soft moans only let me know that yes you want to. I pull you up, kick your thighs open to expose your manhood so I can see it grow as you touch each part without knowing. Putting your hands on my torso, you feel the soft leather of my corset, rimmed with the steel bones is making my waist nice and tight, my breast heaving slightly over the top. My hourglass figures lingers on when you find yourself on my denim jeans, soft but rough over my hips and thighs oh those round thighs. I can’t help but hold back my laughter it tickles so you’re being so gentle trying to not to hurt me, your hands glide down past my knees and you find those boots once again, yes your mind wonders on what color they can be, you breath them in the soft cow hide wrinkles beneath your fingers as you slide down the entire length of my calf, to the top of that sharp pointy toe, you look up at me and plead “ may I kiss it Ma’am?” I giggle “why of course.” You kiss the toe of my boot then glide your hand back up to the heel sturdy and thick, 4 inches at most, you wish you could see. You lean forward after you kiss my foot one last time. “Kneel” I command, you perch yourself back up on your knees as a good boy should. I walk back over and flip the lights off, walk back over to you slip off the blindfold expecting light you open your eyes only to see black. I kiss your forehead, one last time rub those soft cow hide boots on your thighs. See you soon, my good boy…as I walk out of the room.  You hear my heels leaving you there in the darkness, kneeling as a good boy should, maybe next time you’ll ask permission first.