MistressFionaNYC

Ahhhh. Spring is in the air and I, for one, am feeling an extra spring in my step and more full of energy than usual. To all of you who do not know me yet, and to keep clairity for those that do, we have come to the point where I again must tell you~ all of the time I spend with my submissives and slaves alike is tributed time. You must tribute me if you want to spend time with me in any capacity. That means dinner to get to know each other, cleaning my personal spaces, running errands, being on the business end of my bathroom needs, what ever. I am a very nice lady most of the time but I have allowed the lesser of you to steal my energy and time and it has turned me a bit coarse. I prefer to keep things clear and easy (i am sure i am stealing some corporate slogan there) So please feel free to send me mail as I still continue to reply to every one (even those that still some how claim i  am a man, baby)

Tootles.

So another week passes and I wonder why it is people just fall off the face of the earth and then I realize that I do that very same thing more often than I like to admit. For those of you with my email address you should probably know that I check my account here more than any other I have so if you have not received a reply you may have gotten lost in the mix or I am in the process of writing back to you.  I do have a website being built but its being built by someone taking their sweet time. lol. he does not have a collarme account so is not privy to my bitching. 

I lead a pretty complicated life and it never comes quite so clear as when I am inviting some one new in to it so as I live it I constantly change what works for me and what does not. 

Though I could really use a house boy to come by once a week and clean like a madman with OCD the truth is I cant be bothered with the scheduling of said non existent house boy and my room mate and his guests. Between them and my lover there is no room to cater to the insecurities of a house boy who does not want to be seen by vanilla males in my life. (to the adorable one who brought me coffee one day and had served M.Mara this is in no way a reference to you.)

I am still looking for a good regular cuck. I have had a few here and there and though it has been fun and exciting the one I had that I enjoyed the most (d-where have you been?) has not been around. 

If you have been keeping up with my little projects and rants and raves then you would know I was looking for some one to help me build things for my room. I ended up making measurements and designing a closet as well as four free standing sets of book cases and some boxes. All of these things were easy to do and I so love making things that it ended up that my lover helped me build them and after ordering the lumber cut to size. I now have a bevy of ideas in this wonderful head of mine for more functional furniture with bdsm in mind. Hee hee hee. To know me is to love me, especially when I am caught with the fever of a new project. 

And now here is  a little note from our sponsor (that would be me, lol) I am genuinely tired of subs trying to be my boyfriend. I am over it. To those of you seeking a girlfriend who will indulge your fetishes or bdsm desires I am not that girl. Though I truly understand your wanting something  more intimate than you perceive a relationship with a professional dominatrix to be- I am not looking for some one to live with or date. To dispel any hate mail I am sure is already being sent let me be clear with all of you about my relationships with my subs. I have some I have been seeing for well over a decade. Two to be exact. Those two lucky mother fuckers began our relationship as my submissives and STILL to this day session with me and give me tribute. Now that being said we are also very close and not all the time we spend together is spent in session. One only sessions with me once a month but we speak on the phone nearly every day and I consider him one of my closest and best friends. The other I see less frequently but exchange emails and phone calls with also nearly every day. Not all the play we do is tributed but that took years of trust building and getting to know one another. I love what I do and if you were really interested in a journey you would come see me professionally and begin that journey with some one who would care about you. Or at least grow to. I know some of you are going to ask about my personal play and before I would have taken the time to answer you but I have come to the conclusion that its really none of your business. Who I choose to take in to my bed and what I do there is private and unless by some stroke of genius on your part or miracle of attraction on mine~ dont even ask me about it. The closest you can come is being my cuck. and I am having reservations about sharing even that after the deluge of emails from icky men thinking that giving me tribute to be my cuck involves eating my "cream pie"... To you icky men, ew. That sort of intimacy is not built in an hour and is not dependent on how much money you have.   

So now I hope I have cleared up some confusion for some of you. I grow weary of the same bullshit day in and day out. 

0ops. If any of you are reading this and I have not gotten back to you on some matter or another please send me another email. It is possible I deleted the previous ones trying to make room and did so with out replying. It gets a little hectic sometimes. 

I am available for appointments to those serious enough to respect my profession. The rest of you~no you cant clean my house.  you cant buy my shit. i dont need cigarettes and i can buy my own dinner. be willing to tribute me for my time, effort and skill or leave me alone.   

oh yes and I wanted to thank you for my phone... oh thats right. i dont have a new one. 

I realize that some of you are a little thrown off by the fact that I am indeed a real live person. Most of you don't really understand this until you have crossed a line and angered me or your timing is unfortunate and you suffer the brunt of irritation.  I do get a little chuckle at your discomfort but its accompanied by a serious eye roll and a stretching of the fingers. (not a good sign if your wondering)

This week has been better than most in many respects and the quality of people I find myself communicating with is on the rise. Thankfully.

So my week went something like this...I met a very cute, well turned out young man who would like to be my house boy. I am still thinking on the matter but leaning towards yes. I got a massage from a very charming man who did not even need to ask but found me here and booked an appointment there to see me. It was a lovely massage and I appreciated his view on things. Well done. 

One night I had my little play thing come over. He put on his mask and a cage for his small penis and I bound his hands and feet. Then I removed my panties (black silk hip huggers well drenched by my lovers attentions earlier) and stuffed them in his mouth. I tied a rope to have a very large knot in the middle and stuffed said knot in to his mouth and tied the rope around his head.  I had him sit there so very close and watch. It was more fun this time because I was more comfortable. I like having him watch. I want to lay across his back and let him feel every time my lover thrusts in to me. I want him to be able to smell my sex and my pleasure....

my wee one. how adorable you are. how much more I have in store for you. 

Even though I have him I must admit it is simply not enough and so I am still looking for another. Or two. Or three... you get the idea. 

And really I need to be more realistic about the benches. when you want something done right...You really do have to to do it yourself. 

I found one wonderful little plaything and he knows who he is...adorable smile on him. Tiny penis. such is life. (hello my little play thing.<3)

Although nearly perfect I do have one glaring fault which will readily become apparent to any who get to know me well enough. I am terrible with keeping my cell phone intact. I lost my favorite one three months ago (though to my credit I did hold on to it for a year) and now the shitty ass replacement phone I had has plunged to its death from a top a shelf it sits on to receive service. I was walking by in my really beautiful boots and almost turned my ankle and reached to steady myself and the cost of not busting my gorgeous ass on the cement was for my trusty little phone to bite the dust instead. Who wants to earn my gratitude and a smile by getting me a new android phone for metro pcs?

ahhh. this weekend was one to remember. i am full of little sore spots and small finger sized bruises on various parts of my body. my lover put in over time making sure i was satisfied. are you wondering whether there was a cuckhold there to watch us? of course you are. you want to know whether he was blindfolded or able to see as i was bent backwards and pleased for over an hour? Muahahahaha! The only way to find out is to be my bitch and then you can know first hand. 

i get a good laugh at all the requests to be my house boy that are followed with promises to "do what ever you say mistress" and they think that by saying that obviously blatant lie i will suddenly give them the golden key and a sash of satin pink panties.  

I have lost my little house bitch. the one who blushes when complimented while in ladies garments. Where oh where did my little bitch go? I cant remember what handle it uses and it has not gotten back to me although this was the weekend we had planned on using... such a disappointment but oh well. 

So now it seems I have an opening again. So now I am looking for two things. One house boy and One cuckhold. In answering an email from down under I cleared up (in my own mind at least) some of what I am looking for and it begins with my screening and weeding process.... 

obviously it needs to be some one local. then i look at their photos and profiles. they need to be stable with a job and some sort of outside life other than kink. if its a house boy he needs references from another mistress and he must come serve me at the dungeon for a consistent stretch and do well before i will consider having him at my home. i have never taken on a cuckhold before but the thought excites me so for them i require more communication and i would like them to come see me at work (the dungeon) first before i will have dinner to discuss or anything of the like. some people get very upset at the thought of paying for a session but to me if they are serious about trying to be a part of my life then that is step one. it gives me a safe place to feel them out and get to know them a little better. it also shows me that they are willing to forego what qualms they have about my being a professional. its the first real submissive act. lol. 

i am looking for some one who will be financially generous as well. i am not going to share that very intimate side of myself with some one just because the thought turns me on. lots of thoughts turn me on. to have some one in this role will require a lot of my energy and time, which i want to give to the right person. i want some one who really yearns for me but knows his place. who will be a part of my little family and grateful.  who knows that he is there to pamper me and be held captive by what he can never have. i may let him use his mouth to clean me after sex. i may make him just eat me till i come. i may not let him touch me. i like the idea of blindfolding him and letting him hear me getting fucked like mad but not even be able to see it. or letting my lover come in my mouth and spitting it on him. the list goes on and on. so_i guess i am looking for one primary but am not limiting it to that. i am not looking for some one strictly for the dungeon but for a far more personal role.  

now that i have been on cm for a decent amount of time i am anticipating the negative mail that will flow in  (gasp! she wants MONEY? oh NO, she must not be REAL) <---BAHAHAHAHAHH yes. dont you all remember? im a man, baby! (ok. really not a man its an inside joke and if you dont get it you need to go back and start reading from the beginning)so yes, i want to be pampered and spoiled and well fucked and there is not a reason in the world i cant get what i want. . i assure you all,  i am very much a woman. i am real. my lover and i are discussing what play he is interested in and whether or not bi play is on the table. i would like it to be at least for oral servitude. i am unsure at this point how he feels about it but tomorrow i will have a clearer picture of his opinions on things. 

oh and one more thing   NO PHOTO = NO EMAIL get it together people.  

GOOD LORD PEOPLE.  i have pages of email. let me be very frank. none of you _ not a single one of you_ are my whole life.        i have a very busy social life that has nothing to do with kink.  i have a separate personal social life that is kink centered and those two often over lap within my close circle. and on top of that i have my professional life which permeates both as well.   

i am busy. happily so. i have an amazing amount of correspondence, an exceptional amount of events to attend, and eventually i also sleep, eat, and find a few minutes here and there to pick my fucking nose. 

its audacious of any of you to ask me if you have offended me in some way. as IF you were that important. am i hurting your feelings? TOO BAD> good slaves and submissives will be patient. they will understand that if they want my time they must be so. 

Ask yourselves this> What can I offer M. Fiona that makes me more than just another perv on a kink site? What makes me worthy? 

If you can not come up with anything to match MY time, generosity of spirit, knowledge and down right good looks- then piss off. 

I simply do not have time nor the inclination. 

i had a wonderful weekend and now that its over i am a little sad. i felt like i was on vacation. 

as for emails~ i am working on it. you must have patience with me, as i am constantly striving to have more of it with the lot of you.

i take deep breaths and think of things i wont share. 

i had a lovely little thing come and scrape my bathroom tiles last night as well as sand down some spots of spackle and make my bathroom spotless after. he needed a face mask for all the dust that sanding created but i had none. the smart fellow asked me for my panties, which i gave him, to wear over his face. Hilarous looking but he seemed happy enough

I added some new photos for fun. Though swamped with emails I do try to return one for those that are sincere. The house boy position has, for the time being, been filled. I found a wonderful little cutie pie that blushes when he is dressed in trashy womens under garmets and I adore that little smile of pride it gets when complimented. We had a good time at the Box and now I have a list of chores for it. lol. 

I am going to have lunch with and interesting man who may or may not be reading this. I am having a day of private jokes with myself and very likely will be in to mischief in no time. 

I am still accepting appeals for personal slaves. In other words~ if you are well groomed, in decent health, believe you can add positive factors to my life and desire to see me smile, send me an email and explain why you think I should consider you. Lay it out for me because honestly I just do not have enough time to be looking at every ones profile.  I am growing weary of all the fluff and posturing on here so consider yourself forewarned that I have a temper and am not afraid to use it. 

I am no longer replying to emails from people who dont have a photo. you either put it in your email, attach it, or its on your profile. you can see clearly who i am (and another man comment...lol) so I want to clearly see you. 

I had a wonderful relaxing weekend and have been slowly turning two friends of mine over to the kinky side. this weekend we went out east and relaxed and cooked food and discussed bdsm and every morning i would find out what they had been doing the night before. it began with me showing the lady how to tie up her mans package and from there things went off like a rocket ship. 

some people have absolutely no manners. a few days ago some one emailed me telling me i look like a man. i am 5'3" tall and 110 lbs. how on earth does that make me manish. i would be a jockey if i were a man. lol. a day or two after that some one i had been conversing with via this site felt that insulting me for not wanting to sit on his bearded face was appropriate. he told me i looked too skinny like i had aids and that he never felt i was beautiful anyway. then he went on to say lets be friends. AS IF> (and if you are reading this you can stop sending me poems now. i am not reading anything from you any more~ as i said ~ i have plenty of friends who dont feel it necessary to insult me for us to converse) and now i have prodomme objectors sending me things like PIG and WHORE. i laugh. really its quite funny to me how some one forms an opinion and gets worked up enough to email me yelling insults with out even knowing me or trying to. i must be really affecting them, dont you think? hmmm. its all about how you treat a person. if you think i am a whore why are you wasting your energy with me? i wont waste any more on you( plural and general) 

and to all those who ask me how i am doing or how my day is going... its lovely today, thank you~ but you know this already because i have manners enough to respect your effort of getting in touch by writing back personally even if for only a few words. 

manners matter. 

Yesterday my lovely little faggot came in to see me. Faggot is his preferred terminology and though in my life outside the dungeon I abhor its degrading connotation~in this setting I found it laughingly appropriate.  Poor little faggot wanted to get used and abused  soooo bad but he was just down right terrified at the prospect. He could not stop trembling from fear and I had to explain to him that I was not going to destroy him. I was just going to fuck with him and play upon his slutty desires until I was amused enough. I wanted to see him this way, vulnerable, scared and yet open and giving. I was in a very playful mood. My little fag boy laid out all the clothes I brought for him. Whorish red fishnets. Terrible red sequin thong. Really trashy garments I would not dream of wearing~ ever.  I put a leather half hood on him and had the eager little whore on his knees on the bondage table and strapped his wrists behind him next to either ankle with just his forehead on the table. I did not keep him in this position long as I could see after just a few moments he was struggling to keep quite and I changed him over to his back. I put leather mitts on each hand an tied them over his head and secure his feet in line with his shoulders. How wonderful and OPEN my little fag boy was then. He had the good grace to shave for me and to enter my dungeon in a clean state both inside and out. I so appreciate that. I had M. Delilah join us for a bit. She an I have been playing together for many years and have developed a rapport that overwhelmed my little faggot. He became so excited with all the attention he was receiving that he begged permission for release knowing full well that he was to do so on his own face. Permission granted, M. Delilah an myself were doubled over laughing as my litttle sissy faggot whore shot a huge load right in to his own mouth and the then another jet landed right on the side of his face. 

I loved that moment so much. I told him he may come back to see me but not any sooner than two weeks and allowed him to clean himself while I saw about freeing what was still bound. I think I will be seeing more of this little fag boy and have a special little corner of my heart for humiliating him.

Houseboy or Personal slaves read this.

I do this for a living as well as for fun. I have need of a personal at the moment but there are so many out there that there is a need for a screening process that begins for me with a session at Pandoras. The session tribute is 205 an hour or you could do a half hour (i dont know how much that is) Because I do not know you this is a safe way for me to begin to know you. If we get on well then I will ask you to come there at a prescribed time (defined after we figure out needs vs time constraints) for a set number of hours, for consecutive weeks. You will not have to pay a  tribute for that but you must be on time, clean or preform chores to my satisfaction an not be a pain in the ass. I am strict. If you are late, you are dismissed. If you whine, dismissed. If you do not make consecutive weeks, dismissed. No negotiating. If you do well, however, you will be rewarded with being allowed to return for the beginning and later with play of your liking and my choosing. Eventually you will be close to me and allowed to be a larger part of my life.

This Process is being temporarily suspended for one individual who meets my requirements in the journal entry for earlier today. There can be only one.  

Today is going along fairly well and I have finished a good amount of things on my list today to allow me time to talk to some prospects for serving me. I have a session later with a horrible little slut (said with affection) and later this evening I have a few parties to attend with my friends (not kink related)

• I have just moved in to a new apartment in the lower east side and still need my furniture moved in. I am looking for a houseboy to serve me personally and there are some requirements he must meet 
• 1. Have a driving license and preferably a truck or van as well to move a couch and mattress, and a few other things.

2. Be physically able to lift heavy objects and go up stairs

3. Not mind being seen and known by my roommate who is male and not in the scene. He is open minded and does not judge.

4. Clean and paint my bedroom, kitchen and bathroom. The former is large by Manhattan standards and the latter appropriately small.

5. Have references from other Mistresses that can be verified. If I can not verify your serving history and that you are a sane, safe individual who will not need his legs broken later~ you can not come serve me.

I have the patience of a gnat today. I am logging off because all the energy I do have will be reserved for people who actually come in to see me and not the hundreds of "others". Enough.

I was unable to access this account for several months but now that I have recovered my password I am in the process of answering emails. To Greg, Thank you for the heads up about profile being in Greek.

If you sent me mail since about July be patient as I am replying to each one that is not offensive or rude. I hope you all are having a good day and that this weekend is what you wish it to be.