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Hello! Hello!
You naughty naughty BAD boy!!
As a Goddess, this is what I do
Corporal punishment
Erotic sensory stimulation and deprivation
TPE
Toilet sports
Full weight queening
smothering
facesitting
Humiliation - degradation
Slut training
No mark training
Ass play
Body trampling (any body parts)
...and many, many more!!!!!
ASK me for more ination if youd like. I dont bite unless you ask. *tee hee*
I LOVE and enjoy being a DommeMistress. I am well-read, and college-educated. Im deaf. (yes, you read that right!) I am NOT a lazy, ghetto, government-depending, welfare-abusing, baby-mill stupid and ignorant black woman. I am good at what I do. My goal is to have fun, enjoy the sex, and watch you fly! I want YOU to enjoy it too but my body is mine. I decide what to do with it, which means risking to be exposed to diseases or other STDS YOU may have.
You also must be able to travel to me. You must provide arrangements (hotel, AirBnB, or other sleeping arrangments) as well. I will go to you. Special consideration can be made for weekends. Just so you know - I DO NOT LIVE IN NYC! I am in upstate New York. Got it?
Are you ready to fly? Are you ready to explore the unknown? Are you ready to unleash your wildest fantasy with me? Cum play with me!
Live picture verification to show me that you are real, not some dude that lives under the bridge!
Get back to me if you are ready! I look forward to your next email, hone
*NEW** I am find with submissive males! love them but Im yearning for a challenge. If you are a Dominant male, and want to parry and fence with a Dominant female - hit me up. Im not looking to be tamed or to be a submissive. I will NEVER be yours or be collared at all. I just want the rough sex and intellectual conversations from you. (Im a sapiosexual and if you dont know what that means, GTFO!) LTR? Maybe. FWB - why the fuck not?
Goddess Coldfire
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October 2, 2017
The Fantasy
Sometimes, as a Domme, I'm often asking subs and switches - what is your darkest fantasies that you ever want to try? They often tell me and we try to do what the fantasy shows or has us doing. However, often, I don't get asked what my fantasies are. I have plenty but there are times where it's difficult for me to WANT my fantasy to be true. It's not because it cannot be done, it's because I have not yet been able to have this fantasy come true due to what it does for me.
Ok, here's my fantasy:
I'm sitting in a coffee shop drinking tea, and reading a book. The place is full and there's an empty chair across from me. A tall good-looking guy in a suit asks if the chair is taken, and I shake my head no. He proceeds to sit down, and I'm ignoring him while he checks his phone. We make brief eye contact but nothing more. Mind you, I'm in my sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a warm jacket. Just being the average woman lazying up on a calm day. He asks me what I"m reading, and I tell him. Pretty soon, we're chatting and he says, I;m in the mood to go for a walk and invites me to join him. I'm thinking why not. So, we get up and go to the park. We're chatting about life, social science, culture, and everything and to my delight, he's a sapiosexual! He tells me his name is Jon, and I tell him my name. He tells me he has to go and I'm bummed but asks me if he could drop me off. I'm kind of tired so I accept his invitation.
We walk to his car, and to my surprise, a driver steps out to open the door for the guy. He beckons me into the car. It's a nice BMW. I get uncomfortable because I'm not dressed classy. I'm just an average girl. He climbs after me and asks me where I live. I could smell the aftershave emanating from him, and I could sense his sexual energy oozing off him. So in order to push that out of me, I begin gazing out the window.. watching people, and buildings go by before I know it, I'm asleep.
A while later, I find myself being gently awaken, and I'm in front of a huge beautiful castle-like home. I panic and this is evident to Jon who quickly calms me down. He says that he didn't want to wake me up, and told his driver to take the long way home. He invites me into his home and I'm reluctant because I feel so so out of place. I've never been to a man's home that's beyond rich, or anything like this. I walk in with him, and it's beautiful, cozy, and has a real man's touch. He touches my hand and leads me to the kitchen, where he sits me down at a bar stool. My stomach growls and he hears that, laughing out loud. I'm embarrassed cuz I'm a BBW. I love food. So he proceeds to make delicious food, and tells me to enjoy the food while he goes into his office to make phone calls.
I'm enjoying the food, and starting to feel full. I lean back only to feel strong masculine hands kneading my shoulders, and his hard abs leaning against me. I feel a bit awkward but damn, he's really good at massaging! I begin to relax as he continues, and soon, I'm feeling his hands massaging my neck sensually. Shit, I feel something throbbing down my hot pussy. Before I could have a massive accident on the stool, I quickly get up and ask if I could use the bathroom. As I turn around, I'm affronted by a man who's unbuttoned his shirt, showing his rock hard abs, well musculed and toned body, his pants slightly unzipped but unbuttoned. He's smiling at me and says, "I was going to go upstairs and change but I saw that you were kind of tense. I thought I'd massage you."
Ah, okay so I tell him. The next thing I know, he's leading me to this massive "parlor room" where he sits me down on the most comfortable couch ever. I'm sitting there awkwardly when he hands me a glass of ice cold water. I'm excited but nervous. He sits really close to me. I could smell the scotch on his breath. I could smell his aftershave..I could smell ..the manly essence oozing from him. His right knee is touching my left leg, and it sends electric vibes through me. He is slouching and staring at me as I'm gazing around the room. Books and books everywhere! I resist the urge to get up and check out a book. I hear him laughing next to me, as he trails his finger up and down my neck. I'm shuddering at the feel of his finger - not out of disgust but out of anticipation. My hair is in ponytail, and he slowly removes the rubber band, releasing my braids in relaxed state. He tells me that I'm beautiful with my braids down. I turn to look at him, and find myself staring at the most beautiful blue eyes. I'm trying to grasp the idea that I"m here with a millionaire who seemingly has it all.
Somewhere in the house, a clock boomed indicating that it was late in the evening.. and I realized I had lingered too long in his home! Shit, I had to go to work the next day! I sighed as I explained this to him. He shook his head no, and tells me I will not be going to work tomorrow firmly and I could not argue with him. How dare he try to control me? How dare he try to tell me what I cannot do? I raise my voice arguing that I'm an independent woman. He grins and says, "You're a feisty woman, and I like that."
He massages my stiff neck and slowly, the tension begins to leave me. He gets down to his knees, and begins to take my shoes off, and tells me to take my jacket off. I glare at him but he tells me to trust him. So, I take my jacket off. He's grinning like a boy while I take my jacket off. He gets up, and tells me he will be right back.
he was gone for, maybe, 10 minutes before he shows up in just in a sweatpants, no shirt, no socks but a bundle of rope. I panic and glare at him. I tell him I'm a big woman and I can beat his ass. He laughs at me, and says, "I have a proposition for you. I will let you go home tonight so you can work tomorrow BUT you must try to escape from me. If I catch you, I will tie you to my bed, and I will do everything possible to you. I will have you screaming my name over and over. I will have you squiring all over my bed. I will fuck you until you can't walk anymore. I want you. Oh, by the way, the doors to go out are locked, so are the windows. You have exactly 5 mins head start before I come after you."
I'm panicking. My hart is beating hard, so hard that it could jump out of my chest. I'm breathing hard but at the same time, I'm glaring at him. I tell him he can't do that. It's...wrong. He looks at me like a predator and says, "I think you enjoy it. You're just delaying the inevitable. 4 mins 39 seconds. You better run."
Shit, I'm realizing, that's why he took my shoes. I'm slipping and running to find a hiding place. As I run out of the room to find a place to hide...I hear him counting down.. "4 mins 19 seconds...."
I don't want to get caught...and be tied down to his bed. I don't want to submit to him. I'm not anybody's toy. I'm not a submissive. Hell no. I'm running down a long dark hallway. Damn him! What have I gotten myself into??! Shit.. shit.. shit!
"3 mins 45 seconds!" his voice rang out...deep and full of laughter.
To be continued.... |
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Pain Sensivity vs. Pain Hardy
"I don't think we mesh well either because you are too pain sensitive," a male switch wrote to me after I wrote, "Bye Switch" letter.
You see, Switch and I had been talking intellectually for a while. I thought I had found a sapiosexual switch, and I delighted on that. He repeatedly told me that his goal was to make me happy, and please me. He came and we started playing and it was going well...until his true dominant side came out. Don't get me wrong, I love to be spanked from time to time if having sex with a switch. What I didn't love was the massive nurple twisting that bordered on wanting to rip my nipples off, and the spanks that felt like thousand of bees stinging me at once.
As a Domme, I know that I can turn up my sadism unto others, and know that often times subs tell me what they want and I honor it. If they want pain, I often ask them how much pain. This Switch didn't. I wasn't interest in pain sex that day. Shit!
We had never discussed how much pain we were getting into. Granted this switch was a fit, and rambunctious little guy who wanted to feel pain as well too.
Before you ask or say anything like:
"Well, you knew what you were getting yourself into!"
"Obviously, there was misunderstanding because you two did not communicate enough!"
"You're a Domme, and you're supposed to do your job, doling out pain to a switch!"
"God, what a cry baby! Now you know what it's like to be on the other side of the grass!"
"Are you sure you're sapiosexual cuz it seems you became dumb for engaging into that type of sex?"
I could go on and on because I know how human behavior mandates that we act like we know everything, and act like we're children sometimes.
My point in all this is why does everyone seem to think that pain is a must in BDSM scene? I went as a sub study under a Master many years ago to learn what it was like to be a sub so I could be a better Domme. Not once did he ever had me howling, or putting ice on my nipples for the massive twisting. He would spank me but not hard like bees stinging. He would give me a taste of my own medicine if I got mouthy or become resistant but he understood that pain is a choice, not something to abuse.
That was the most important thing I learned.. that pain is a fucking choice!
There are degrees of pain that one can tolerate. For him to insinuate that I'm "too pain sensitive" indicated that he wasn't interested in what I really wanted that day. He was more interested in getting what HE wanted that day. It wasn't about me after a while. It became HIM. No matter how many times I restrained him to stop him from twisting my nipples, or biting me and spanking me painfully, he continued. It became to the point where I realize he wasn't reading my cues. I didn't feel great. I literally HAD to put ice on my tits because they got swollen. I hadn't had them swell up in a long, long time. I've had guys suck on my tits so hard that I whimper and I love it but this was beyond twisting.
You can be pain sensitive and that's okay. You can be pain hardy, and that;s okay. IN BDSM world, there is no absolute rule that you are supposed to follow. That's one nice thing about BDSM - it is always evolving, never static. We all can expect what we see the "norms" in BDSM and we can expect certain rules are made to be bent. This goes for either giving or taking in pain. I've had some subs who want extreme pain to as little pain as possible. The same should apply to switches as well.
The question one should ask is how much pain borders on abuse? How much pain borders on really hurting the person out of sheer dominance that borders on insane? What Switch did was not abuse but it could give rise to abuse between a Dominant Switch with a newbie who is getting into BDSM world. That's scary. It applies to men and women and transgendered.
Are you pain sensitive or pain hardy? I'm a little of both. Does that make me a bad person? No. It makes me human. You're all humans in a world that people do not accept readily in the outside norms of society. Again... pain is a choice, not a right. It's your fucking choice to decide how much pain you want. I know this goes against the doctrine of most Dommes or Masters who decide the pain for you but still, most (I emphasize this heavily) people don't really realize that it's the subs/slaves that really do control BDSM, not Domms, Doms, Masters, or Mistresses. It's a hard thing to wrap around but then again, I welcome any discourse from those who disagree with that notion.
I'll say it again... Pain is a choice, not a right.
I'm glad we broke off before it become awkward. I have found a better sapiosexual switch and sweet sweet white chocolate, he's amazing. He knows the right type of pain to give, and I LOVE this fucker!!
Thanks for reading such a long journal and I bid you all a happy day!
Mistress Coldfire |
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WANTED:
A MALE AND FEMALE SUB TO SERVE FOR A PARTY - "BEDTIME TALES: FEMALE EROTICA"
WHEN: NOVEMBER 4, 2017 from 6:30PM to 1:30AM
WHERE: ROCHESTER, NY
CRITERIA:
- You must provide full body and facial pictures.
- You must be between 21-50 years old and be in extreme good health.
- Male bodybuilders are a plus!
- You must have experience in working with large group of people.
- You must be clean, DD free, and have good hygiene manners.
- You must be able to follow all directions asked by the Host and the party-goers.
- You must be willing to travel to Rochester, NY on your own expenses.
- You must also be willing to sign a contract.
- You must be able to be willing to at least learn how to communicate with deaf women.
Food and lodging will be provided by the host, me! If you are interested in being the center of attention by large group of women, and want to have your profile boosted, then contact me. I will happily build your rep anywhere.
Contact me if you have any questions or others at: Mistresscoldfire@gmail.com
This is REAL. NOT a scam, or a trap. I'm the real deal. I'd be happy to provide verification by other means and you need to be able to do the same too.
Thanks!
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What Makes A Good Sub?
Not too long ago, I was recently in Florida and I was looking for a sub who resides in Florida. I didn't get a bite. None at all.
Well, to be fair, I wasn't complaining because my time in Florida really sapped my energy. I was more miffed that I didn't get a sub to queen my body and relax me after a long day.
What miffed me the most was the behavior of most subs that I've encountered?
Granted, I know that there have been some Dommes who scam other subs, or Pro-Dommes asking for money, or just Dommes who don't know what the fuck they are doing. Those same Dommes sometimes has me worried if they are fucking up the real BDSM world.
While sitting in the cafe , drinking my tea and reading a book... a handsome guy comes up to my table and begins remarking on my braids. I have purple braids in them. WE get to chatting. He finds out that I"m deaf, and we're practicing sign language together. We have a good time. He tells me that he's one of the members of Florida Kink Group. I think he was expecting a shock from me. I told him that was cool, and that I'm a Domme myself in Rochester, NY. We're excitably talking about the real world of BDSM, and I'm telling him why I HATED 50 Shades of Grey. We share the similar sentiments about the movie. On a whim, he decides to invite me to his room in the same hotel I was staying at. Sure, why not! I usually don't do this because of...safety, ya know and it's Florida!
We're sitting on his bed, and again, I'm teaching him signs. Out of the blue, he asked me.. "What is a good sub for you?" As usual, I'm rattling out the characteristics of a sub. He's shaking his head no to me.. Again, he asked me.. "What makes a good sub FOR me?" I actually had to think about this one because we're getting philosophical with this.
It dawned on me.. I never really thought about this at all. I was too focused on what CAN the sub do for me. or WHAT can the sub do for me. I should've been focusing on what can the sub do FOR ME?
The whole D/s thing is a double edged sword in many ways while at the same time, it can be two-way street. For some, it's one way street. That's fine. It's BDSM after all, right?
I think the answer is somewhere out there...and at a age where I'm starting to settle...it's a new journey for me. Interesting.
Yea.. what makes a sub a GOOD FOR ME?
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Defining Sexuality Through Fetishes:
Not too long ago, I had a male sub email me asking me if I was interested in financial domination. I replied no. I tried that a long time ago, and I was burnt badly from that. I don't do it anymore. He became a manchild by saying that I was "FOS" (full of shit) and he was going to find someone real.
*scratching head*
How is not doing financial domination so wrong that it's "fos?"
I, for the life, of me could not comprehend that illogical thinking but then again, he was a 45 year old male who thought that he was so much smarter than the rest of us. That's okay. I hope he finds someone who's on the same brain level as him.
What defines sexuality in certain fetishes? I understand the desire, the lust, and the wants to explore fetishes. It's your choice to do so. No one else.
As a Domme, I do have fetishes, but it's not something I become obbessed with. I enjoy them, and with my subs and slaves. The question that one should be considering is are fetishes powerful enough to define your sexuality experiences? If so, how? Do you live by the way you approach your fetishes or are the fetishes controlling the way you live your life?
I've known some people who's lives center around the fetish they have. It's scary. It can border on the line of what is reality and not reality - and unfortunately, can be recognized as a sign of mental illness. THIS is my greatest fear with humanity. We are becoming a society where BDSM is slowly breaking the chains of taboo, but to what degree?
I know.. I know.. this is kind of heavy reading but that email from the 45-year old manchild had me thinking. I tend to overthink but damn, it's something to analyze and bring forth to the table to discuss.
I welcome a healthy discourse from you on this and am interested to know what YOU think as a switch, dominant, sub, or slave. There are NO right or wrong answers. Just your thoughts, your soul, and more.
Thanks. As always.
Mistress C.
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THIS!!!! I'm feeling wet down there...
Anyone volunteer???
Yesssss....*reaches for dildo*
http://www.xvideos.com/video11744599/bisexual_threesome_stack_sex |
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Please...please...please...keep this in mind!!
Just because I live in New York does NOT mean I live in New York City!!!!
I live in Upstate NY meaning I'm NOT in NYC. I do not live in areas NEAR NYC.
Where I live is about approximately 6-8 hours away FROM NYC!
Thanks. Now you may go back to your regular lives, or worshiping a mistress. :-) |
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Why do Dommes need money??
That was something I used to think about for a long time. When I first started as a Dominatrix 20 years ago, I was told that it would bring me money - just enough to pay rent and bills. Yaaayyy, or so I thought! I set about learning the tricks and all. I thought all I had to do was to stand around, yell at a guy, and spank his ass, and send him on his way out of my home or whatever. That was naive thinking of me.
Over time...I began to realize.. when men tribute, it means they only either want it once, or they're too nice. For some, it's a way of showing they are serious about showing their loyalties to Mistresses/Dommes. I remember the largest tribute I got was $1,000. I was THRILLED BUT.. it left a bad taste in my mouth. All of a sudden, I was feeling confused. Did I just make money off a guy who could have used that money for other things? Hell, I had rent and bills to pay for. I needed food too. For every $20 I spent, that was a peiece of that man's soul who willingly laid his ass bare and be spanked until it turned beet red. Granted, he wanted it. He asked for it. He begged for it. $1,000 to me just for 1 hour of spanking???
The next month, he called me up and asked to me. I told him, "I'll give you some of the money back. Just wanted to enjoy it with you." He got upset with me. WTF??!! I didn't understand his anger toward me when I told him I'd give some of his money back. I was young and naive, remember?
Over time...I gradually began to understand his need to tribute but still, I received his tribute with great hesistancy, and placed that in a savings account as my emergency funds. I had another job outside the BDSM world.
Few months later, his eldest son shows up at my apartment, asking to see me. Shit! Shit! WAs he gonna demand that I give all the money back to him? I could. I saved it in an account, and would not fight to give most of it back. Nope. He came to give me a check from his father - the very same man who came to see me weekly. It was a check for $3,000! Turns out that the man was very lonely, and my companionship, despite my deafness, and him being hearing man.. was more than enough for him. He'd bring comic books, or sci-fi books.. we'd talk about the future, discuss theology, discuss history, science. He knew I was struggling with MATH in college, and he took the time to teach me how to solve equations and all that. I passsed with a C!
I asked the son why he was giving it to me instead of the father.. His anwer shocked me to the core. He died. Massive heart attack. Widowmaker. The son looked at me, and said, "Thank you for making Dad happy." He left. I stood there at the doorway with a check of $3,000.
It was more than enough for me to pay my bills, rent, and most importantly, I donated some of it to homeless shelters, and domestic violence centers. THAT was the day, I realized.. money does not make a person. It's who you make friends with and listen with your heart. Those men and women who are in here seeking redemption.. should not be paying. Men or women who are seeking tributes should not be asking. Psychologically, it's hard enough for most of them to come online and share their fetishes, dreams, and all.
Hence is why.. I only ask for chocolate chip cookies as tributes. :-) However, I do command respect, understanding, and loyalty between you and I. That shouldn't be hard, right?
Tributes are okay but it shouldn't be your only means of income. I learned that the hard way. You should be glad that they want you. I'm always glad that a sub contacts me.. and we see if things can work out or not. Some good. Some bad. Some.. Hell NO!
If you wanted to tribute, that's fine with me. I would ASK that you donate that $$ to domestic violence shelters, homeless centers, or any other humanitarian services because they are the ones who are struggling with funds. I'm just a woman who can give you want you need, but these people..don't have what you and I have ---stability and security.
Thanks for reading this long journal entry.
Mistress Coldfire |
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Deafness:
I'm getting inboxes from men and women who are interested in me. I feel I need to make one thing clear. I am DEAF.
I hate it when I have to make that clear because I get men saying "I wish we could talk via phone, or Skype." The thing is.. I can't hear you, nor read your lips clearly via webcam.
If we met in person, I'm a Domme, a Queen, and in my 20+ years of being a Domme, I've never had anyone complain about my deafness.
Yes, I cannot hear. I do not need cochlea implants. I am NOT broken. I am NOT dumb. I am NOT invalid. Yes, it is legal to fuck a deaf person. No, deafness is NOT contagious. Deafness does NOT render anyone stupid.
No, don't ask me if I can hear a little. I simply can't hear.
If this turns you off, then another man's gain - and your fucking loss! It shows ignorance, and stupidity on YOUR behalf. Not mine.
Now, go grab those balls of yours, and stuff them in your ass. Now, that's something I'd LOVE to see. Consider this.. my deafness means.. I don't have to listen to you beg, whine, plea or cry. It just makes me more sexually sadistic, and more strict with you. Yeeaaaa....did that light bulb go off in your pathetic head? Whoop!
Now...lemme go find my flog.. I think I accidentally stuffed it up a male sub's ass. Dammit. Till then..
Mistress C. |
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| Age: 30 |
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