It can be an agonizing wait….
You finally found the courage to reach out to a Pro Domme (or SWer) and you did your absolute best crafting an introduction worthy of serious consideration. Of course, once you hit send,  the anticipation rises to fever pitch as you glance back to your inbox every few hours. Then when hours becomes a day or two – disappointment, confusion and anxiety can creep in like an uninvited guest at a party. Why is she not getting back to me??
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If this has happened to you more than once or twice, this blog is really just for you. This isn’t sultry or erotic, but it comes up quite often, and sometimes all these well intended inquires need is a little guidance. So sit back, I want to give you a peek under the veil and perhaps some insight on why you might not be getting the immediate replies you so deeply long for.
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First and foremost, did you read her website and follow the booking protocol?
It’s a simple thing, but when overlooked says a lot. It means you can’t be bothered to take a moment to follow instructions. No, that might not be your intention, but that *is* a bit how it comes off. Obviously, we don’t always judge this harshly, sometimes personal availability comes together in a flash and you might not have the time before reaching out, but believe me, she has it written about how she wants to be communicated with somewhere and it’s best to follow those instructions. Using alternate means she doesn’t specify could add some time to your response! It also sends a message that while you might be enthusiastic, you might not be willing to follow instructions.
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Did you basically send an intel free one line email?
I’ve had people send quick scripts like ‘hey are you available tomorrow at 3?’ and expect me to answer that seriously. Now sure from your end, I can see why you’d not want to invest more than a few seconds sending an introduction without first knowing if your Domme is free, but on my end – I don’t want to say yes until I know who I’m dealing with and if we’re compatible.
Do I need to collect a deposit or confirm a reference? Are you looking for an hour of quick fetish play or a 3 hour latex immersion? It’s a loaded question and what type/duration of play absolutely determines those availability factors.
If you started without giving anything for her to really go on; you might find yourself waiting while more thorough introductions are given priority. If I have to send a couple of messages to pry relevant information from you just to find out if I have the opportunity to meet you, it might seem like you’re either not serious, not ready or just not worth the additional effort. Plus, we get a lot of these – sometimes a dozen or so a day, so they aren’t really taken with the same ‘ready to book’ mentality that a more well constructed  message might receive.
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Did you send too much information?
I know it’s hard, you want to give your Domme as much to go off of as possible when deciding to meet you or simply convey ALL the details of what you’d like out of a scene, but if your message is going to take her more than a few minutes to reply to and requires a lot of deep reading and response, she may very well need to skip over it. We’ve all been there – if you can get 5 shorter emails replied to in the span it’d take you to reply to one longer message; you know what you’re going to gravitate towards. Work on being concise before hitting send. We aren’t judging here, nor are we assuming your needs don’t require perfect undivided attention, but making yourself easy to communicate with is key, if and when she wants you to expand on something, she’ll ask!
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Did you send the same email to a bunch of other Dommes?
Copy and paste messages abound and we can smell them from a mile away.
Too much information, or none at all, not addressing us by name but telling us everything about your background and interests… Yeah, we know you cast a wide net and are just waiting for the first or any, Mistress to reply. We likely won’t invest more than a second reading those and will likely put you on a national time wasters email list. It happens a lot and those people have a reputation of basically zero follow through; we’ll pass.
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Are you a ‘known time waster’?
Very recently I had to shut down someone who’s been emailing me for years. Always with questions easily answered by my website, always on the verge of booking – but always falling off the map despite me investing the time to reply to him a dozen or so times in each course.
Once again his message rolled around, and to be honest, I just didn’t have the desire to see him anymore, even though this time – he was ready, deposit in hand. To me at that point, he had just become a fly that buzzed my inbox, happily wasting my time whenever he got horny. I promptly deleted his message and notified other locals of his history of start/stop messaging. Instead of seeing him as a potential playmate, he was now just a unreliable wanker – and I don’t like playing with partners that I have to coax to my doorstep. I want you to WANT to play and I need you to be reliable.
If you’ve reached out for a while without follow through, your Domina may block your address or inform others that you’re a time waster. If you aren’t ready to book – don’t email unless you have specific questions and even then, realize you’re asking for free undivided attention and keep it to an absolute minimum. If you fear you might have done this in the past, you might want to consider compensating that Mistress for having wasted her time, she might very well reconsider allowing you a session. Though don’t make that an expectation.
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So, how do I send “the perfect” introduction?
There’s no strict method here, so please don’t walk away thinking that if you haven’t written The Perfect email that she’ll blow you off without a second thought. We almost always meet our clients more than half way with all communication, but if you want to draft something that gets a priority response, and she hasn’t specifically listed how to message her, considering something that looks a lot like this….
Domina Rage, (Use her name – its just polite)
I’m John, I saw your ad/website on eros.
I’m 31, available January 4th-6th 1-11 pm and I’m looking for a 2 hour appointment.
(If the WHEN and how long isn’t included in your first 3 sentences, go back and tweak your writing order, it’s the first thing we scan for)
I’m interested in…. (keep this to one paragraph, she will likely ask for clarification and expansion once accepted)
My references (if any) are…. (make sure these are less than 2 years old. If you don’t have any, just say so!)
Relevant info here: I’m recovering from surgery, I’m still sorting out flight schedule – any absolutely vital variables here. (Your level of fitness, perceived attactiveness, orientation or ethnicity isn’t relevant – leave it out)
Respectfully,
John
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^^^^ This guy is very easy to reply to, it’ll take me 10 seconds to cross reference my schedule and give him a firm yes or no, then I can move into asking deeper relevant questions as time allows. He’ll likely hear back ASAP!
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Okay, I’ve followed your directions and I’m going to patiently wait for her reply; how do I know she got it?
Send a read receipt with your email.
There’s nothing worse than letting the anticipation and possibility of connection build only to be left wondering if she actually got your email, especially if she doesn’t reply within a few hours or days. Is she busy? Did I do something wrong? Should I follow up? Review boards are full of anxiety riddled advice threads about it….just set your email up to receive a ‘read receipt’. You’ll know the moment she opens your message and if she doesn’t, you’ll know to try again. The spam folder can be a cruel and unflinching Mistress.
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If you’ve put your best foot forward and still got left on the sidelines, you can either resend your message or try again with someone else. Try not to be discouraged, this does happen from time to time (though it’s not the norm). The important thing is to not let it put you off of professional BDSM, if you keep a positive attitude and remain consistent in polite communication, eventually you’ll catch the eye of the Domme of your dreams.
Good evening darling readers!
This post is something I’ve wanted to do for looong a while!
As this industry is still pretty shrouded in mystery and misconception, and sometimes SWers can seem more like brands instead of individuals, I decided the other day to open the door on Twitter to let some of YOU ask just about anything and everything you wanted to know about me, Bdsm or SW for the sake of education and interesting reading! here’s the top 20 questions
(All questions have been edited for grammar and user names removed.)

1 I know a lot of people on Twitter who occasionally do sex work, also tweet and DM chat about their lives. I like engaging with them, but find it hard to tell if they are being professionally friendly to me in vain hope I’d hire them (thus I’m a unintentional time waster) or just being friendly in general or a mix of the two. How can I tell the difference?

Most of us approach Twitter from a marketing standpoint, so any opportunity we have to interact with people in public is hugely beneficial! We never know who may or may not visit us, so at least personally, I tend to try to respond to everyone – if nothing more, that interaction gives me an opportunity to show off my personality so more visit minded suitors can get to know me better.
For you; if you never intend to visit someone you’re publicly messaging with, as long as you don’t seek individual attention, you’re fine! Replying to her posts and asking questions for all to see is usually ok! The line really only gets crossed when you reach over to her DM’s or email. I wouldn’t focus too much on the WHY she may be replying, it’d be impossible to tell – so just enjoy the interaction. We really do love communication!

2 How do you cut ties with a recurring harmful client? Either through unchecked patriarchal privilege or emotional manipulation?

This is a great question and one that I wish I had thought about before confronted with my own such occurrence. I have a lot to say here, so bare with me.
Before you start, make sure you’re 100% ready to cut ties with this person. Once you ‘fire’ a client, you really can’t take them back without them realizing your decisions aren’t always final, no matter how bad the behavior gets in the future. For them there’s always a chance you might again change your mind. (I speak from experience here).
I always start with a short, polite and direct email, it’s best either right after an incident or when they’re trying to rebook; I avoid anything out of the blue when they’re not actively communicating with me for one reason or another. You definitely don’t want to open the can of worms in having them think you were stewing over something or thinking about them in their absence.
Generally, I’ll say something like “ I feel something has shifted over time in the way the we interact, I can’t put my finger on it but it’s just not working for me anymore. Out of respect for you and our previous connection; it would be best for us to discontinue our visits and revel in the many positive memories.”
I’d leave out any specifics about the ‘why’ and stick to vague, emotionally neutral, non accusatory statements. 
Then, if the person needs a little ego coddling, I’d highlight how much you have enjoyed things until now and if you’re comfortable doing so – offer a suggestion for who they might see next. I’d only do this if they aren’t dangerous or toxic.
As a warning, even a polite rejection could invite some backlash and the more you say, the more they might refute. Short and sweet is definitely the best way to go (more speaking from experience here).
Standing firm and discontinuing (yet documenting) contact from there is a must once you’ve let someone go. Any replies to your email shouldn’t be read but instead just stored somewhere in a folder. Often times, these people feel entitled to change your mind, defend themselves against your decision or try to manipulate their way back into your good graces. If they are met with continued silence, eventually they get bored and move on. 
Next, a little clean up: block them on all review boards, delete any reviews they’ve posted of you from your website, block them all social media platforms and delete any public commentary where you’ve communicated or shared photos of you two together. 
Lastly, block their phone number and try to put them out of mind. People who tend to be toxic or overly clingy often kick up a little flurry of pursued interest when they notice your attention is dwindling, but after a while  either give up or move on to someone who gives them the interaction they need. I deeply hope this helps!

 

3 What’s the first thing new male submissives should learn about a dominatrix?

The *first* thing? I’d say to ditch ANY preconceived ideas of how you should interact and how you should behave with a Top.
Clients who get their initial education of bdsm from literature or porn definitely are much harder to connect with and often have unrealistic expectations for both themselves and their Dom/mes. Just be polite, follow any given directions, and relax into the organic flow of the dynamic. Don’t try to be a character from a storied scenario – unless you two have already talked about it.

4 What are things a woman should know about a male dominatrix?

I consulted a couple of male Doms from my personal life for this answer and here’s what they said…
Marcus Said: Submissive women dealing with Dominant men need to communicate when playing, whats working or what isn’t needs to be made very clear. That’s the most important thing to me. I want us both to have a good time, but even if it breaks the fantasy of being taken, boundaries should be made clear upfront and without exception. If they change as the scene continues, speak up!
Prophet Said: One of my biggest things is respect towards all limits established during play. I don’t violate consent under any circumstances and the safety of whoever I play with is the upmost importance.

 

 

5 What is more pleasing to you, submission and voluntary obedience, or physical punishment to your slave?

These are really apples and oranges…
If forced to choose between the two, I would always choose obedience.
I punish my slaves for my own pleasure, I can do so simply because I don’t like the way they’ve tucked in their shirt or how they’re standing. I would never ever in a million years want to imagine a slave disobeying me for the pleasure of discipline when I can so easily mete it out on a whim.

 

 

6 Hello there! I’m a friend of Matisse’s and fellow baby Domme. In your blog post could you write your process to screen and filter potential clients and what determines if you’ll accept them or pass on them?

Screening is such a personal thing and there’s a lot of ways to go about it, but for me, in the early days, I screened someone entirely by gut instinct for compatibility. It sounds crazy, but it really worked for me!
I’d have someone call for a booking (no emails – can you imagine?) and I’d get a feel for their personality, age, level of sincerity and general attitude. Within the first couple of minutes it told me absolutely everything. 
80% were guys who’d call and just go ‘hey baby can I visit you today?’ then lazy silence. It was hard to hang up on someone who ‘might’ be interested but those clients NEVER show up for their bookings and I’d waste countless of collective hours trying to get them to answer basic questions in order to coordinate their appointment in the first place.
The other 20% were more like ‘Hi, I’m Luke I saw your ad on Eros. I was hoping to see you on the 28th at 7pm etc…. those were the ones I’d move forward with. If they sounded engaged, polite and didn’t immediately blast me with graphic fantasies, they almost always ended up being great clients.
References, I’m still a bit mixed on; a positive reference from a provider I never met isnt’t really much help. Their level of passable doesn’t necessarily match mine. Honestly, when it came down to it, all a reference told me was that those two had met and the client wasn’t blacklisted. That just isn’t good enough so try to come up with more ways to paint a picture of who will be walking through your door.
These days, I take references from providers I know well or know of from various platforms where I’m aware of their reputation. Someone who’s been around a while will make sure they remember the client you’re asking about and offer more than just a thumbs up or down; I look for that extra info to make sure this client and I will click and that any anomalies that spring up, are things I could handle. In my opinion a good reference giver will say something like, “Oh yeah, I remember Chris, he (names something to confirm it’s the same guy), he was polite, on time, and allergic to pet hair.” or “Chris, yeah he was a great client but heads up, he’s a loud talker – make sure you’re well inside your incall before the dirty talk starts”. Priceless. 
I’d also run the phone number or email addy of your potential client through google and against a few blacklist websites to ensure there weren’t any hits (TNA, Verify Him, P411, National Blacklist). Browsing their handle on review boards for alerts and reading their past reviews to get a picture of who this person is was a big help too.
Is he friendly or difficult, are most of his reviews positive or negative, what does he like? It’s all there. Often times you can see how they interact if you care to dig into their general board interactions. Anyone who likes to argue with strangers on SW boards is an automatic decline for me. Often times I’d come across random comments they’d make on the web by running an email address – good gawd!! If a client seems like he looks for things to critique instead of being in pursuit of pleasure – I pass. 
I’d only really ‘bother’ with people who gave full, personable inquiries and that followed directions. My website isn’t complex so if someone wasn’t able to follow a few short instructions to get to my doorstep, they certainly couldn’t be trusted to follow instructions once they arrived. 
Last but not least, never ignore your instinct. Even if you don’t see any reason to decline someone but something feels ‘wrong’ – listen to that intuition! Almost every provider has a story about the day they saw someone against their judgment… intuition is priceless!

 

7 What’s the most misunderstood part of your career?

That because we’re Dom/mes – our job is all about kicking back and being pampered – or that this is in ANY way a normal job with the typical work and energy demands of an average career.

Pretty often people assume SWers have it made in the shade, that our rate covers only the work we do when face to face with a client; and while we have some obscenely fun times with our visitos, there’s plenty of behind the scenes work that goes into each and every play date. You really never get to be off.

It still surprises me when people seem shocked that I can’t squeeze in a 2 hour appointment on a random same day afternoon or when someone writes me an email and it takes more than 24 hours to respond. Dommes need to take days off, but a lot of clients don’t seem to account for us taking 1-2 days off a week to handle our personal lives. The phrase ‘don’t you have a slave to do that stuff for you’ just gets used WAY too often.

8 Do Lifestyle Dommes really ‘live the life 24/7

I’d say it depends on your perspective, but for the most part – yes!
I happen to be a lifestyler with a small stable of loved, collared slaves and there are plenty of days where they’re trussed up in the dungeon being flogged and probed, but I’m not always chasing them down with a riding crop in 6 in heels if that’s what you mean. That’s a lovely fantasy, but it isn’t my every waking minute.
My slaves and I do plenty of vanilla activities too and on the surface, we look like any other couple or group of people. The dynamic never disappears though; I toy with them in vanilla settings all the time, I’m still very much their Mistress, even when I’m not in a catsuit and corset.
It’s far from being the elaborate fantasy of a Mistress being woken up by a naked slave wearing nipple clamps and a chastity device, but I’ve absolutely taken a slave into a display room of an IKEA for some discreet ball kicking because I felt like doing so right then and there. In my stable, there’s not a single moment where my slaves aren’t 100% subject to my whims.

 

9 How can you best explain your kinks and limits to a dominatrix you haven’t seen before?

Honestly, I’d be conscience and make a list.
While a lot of us tend to ask these things in email, many more prefer to discuss it in person. That can lead to forgetting important items on the spot or possibly losing valuable intel to the natural flow of a conversation – on both sides.
It may feel slightly exposing to hand someone a written list of things that turn you in (or don’t) but for me, it’s priceless intel that I know you’ve had proper, uninterrupted time to think about. Plus, isn’t part of the reason you’re visiting a Domme to feel exposed and vulnerable anyway?

 

10 How do SWers compartmentalize their feelings when with a client?

This may be the only question on this list I can’t offer a good answer to.
I’d say that SWers tend to be primal beings, often very sexual and very self aware. It can take time to get the hang of it, but I think most of us just look at dates as they are – short opportunities for mutual enjoyment. We never forget that you’re EXPECTING us to keep things within the agreed boundary and that to keep sane, it’s not an option to mix personal feelings so we almost reflexively keep it separate in our hearts and minds. Clients wave in and out of our lives, some leaving a big impression, it’d break our hearts if we allowed ourselves to fall for people who may decide not to see us at any moment, for any reason.
It also helps that we don’t enter into this looking to fall in love, even though we absolutely do form powerful attachments – especially over time, it’s natural that we can keep those connections in perspective so we can keep seeing you!

 

11 (1/2) If I sent an email to a provider and a few days have gone by without a response, what should I do? 

If it’s been a couple of days, I’d check her website to see if she’s on vacation or on a day off before you probe further. Sometimes we just need to disconnect for a bit and emails just need to sit and wait.
If she appears to be active, I’d examine what my message said. Did you follow directions? Did you say too much or too little? Did you get the right email address?
Try again one more time, making sure to do anything she’s listed for communication preferences. If she doesn’t get back to you after another day or two, just move on.

 

12 (2/2) If I have a clean reputation and a provider says she can’t see me or falls off the map after screening, what should I do? How am I supposed to make appointments if I don’t know why I’m being passed over?

That’s tricky. I’ve definitely had to decline people who *thought* they were squeaky clean and really weren’t.
As mentioned above, I’d examine my communications. Providers will stop replying if you aren’t giving us the info we request or reply with wall of text style communications. If you’ve kept it together and haven’t made your coorespondence a chore – your reputation may have gotten damaged somewhere along the way.
You may have underpaid, stayed over time, broken something, stained sheets, developed a reputation for showing up late, canceled a lot or pushed a boundary without realizing… In the heat of the moment, to a visitor those can be ‘small sins’ but to a provider, it can be a reason not to welcome you back.
It’ll take some time to repair reputation damage but it’s easily doable. Just be more self aware when you’re with your next provider and use her as your reference in the future. Most ladies only need to know who you saw last, not your entire pooning history.

 

13 I have a companion I see who travels a lot, I’d like to ask her to tour with me on an upcoming business trip. Can you give me an idea of what it’s like to travel with a provider? 

This is a very personal thing but the consensus is that expectations need to be laid out thoroughly ahead of time, all the way down to where she will sleep, how much private time will she have away from you, what sleeping hours will be and how much play interaction you’re expecting.
Typically, accommodations, travel costs and meals – as well as a set rate for her time would fall under the responsibility of the client and a deposit for a longer booking like that is typical as well once you’ve decided all the above factors. While that might seem like a lot, just remember that while she’s away with you, she’s not able to otherwise run her business or see other clients, she’s also about to put 100% of her physical and mental energy into you, every moment you’re together, so this is a big request, even if for you – it’s a vacation
Last but not least, make sure you have a very strong rapport with her before you spend multiple days together! Even if your chemistry is amazing, some people tend to be highly connective in short bursts. Make sure you take that into account if you’re considering a trip that can be very emotionally and physically demanding for you both!

 

14 Do you get aroused by your sessions?

Yes. Yes I do; often and dangerously.

 

15 How does someone become your personal slave?

For me, I’ve always chosen people I’m already seeing professionally. Highly compatible clients with a desire to serve, politely make that known to me and if I feel the same way, we explore that dynamic over the next year or two while I get to know them better. If it works out, I’ve claimed them – if not, they remain cherished clients and friends no harm no foul. That doesn’t men the door is always open to anyone, anytime. I view slaves as life partners to varying degrees, so if you’re looking to belong to a Woman, just consider first how big of a commitment that is before you even ask!

 

16 I used to see a regular provider for about 5 years before she retired, about once every couple of months she’d let me take her for dinner off the clock, it was nice! Now I’m seeing another provider and she never let’s me take her out and treat her, it’s only appointments. Is that normal?

Honestly, it’s completely normal for providers and clients to only see each other in a professional context. It’s a rare thing that both parties can keep the dynamic from becoming too recreational when you take it outside of the usual prescribed confines.
My bet is that you and Provider A had known each other for a while and built up that sort of trust friendship that allowed it. She also must have had a personal life scenario that make it possible for her to casually date you.
Provider B either just wants to keep things uncomplicated, doesn’t have the time to allow casual connections or may have a partner where ‘dating off the clock’ may be problematic.
I’d avoid taking it personally and just appreciate what you two are able to share, it’s best to leave the veil down and don’t press the issue. No SW wants to disappoint a visitor by declining personal invitations, but sometimes, we have to.

 

17 I read a lot about Dommes who sometimes bring friends over during sessions, how can I politely ask my Mistress to do that? I’ve always wanted to be bossed around by two women!

By scheduling a duo.
It’s really rare that another Pro Domme is going to play with you, at your specified time, all dolled up, for free. I hate to break it to you but that happens more in a lifestyle scenario when you’re a collared slave or if a Mistress has a friend staying over and that friend feels like it. If you want to explore two Mistresses, scheduled it! It’s obscenely fun, but almost certainly isn’t going to happen if you say ‘you can have a friend join if you want’. Chances are, she’d have to pay that friend out of her own pocket to accommodate you.

 

18 You seem to be really friendly with other Dominatrices on Twitter. Are you all really that close or is it just for show?

Ha! I fucking LOOOOOVE my Domme friends. They seriously give me life. There are some people that I’m closer to than others, but you can absolutely tell our friendships are very real. We have ALL hung out together at parties, bars, each others homes, it’s a community over here.
I’ve definitely worked in other locations where it’s more catty or competitive but that vibe just doesn’t seem to play out here. How can you not be totally in love with your peers when they’re all sexy bad asses and genuinely good people?

 

19 Miss Victoria, I hope this isn’t too personal but may I ask your sexual orientation?

Yes you may! I’m pan-sexual polyamorous.
This means I don’t have a gender preference for my partner(s), and that I am non monogamous.
To be clear, I don’t openly date at this time, though should I change my mind on a whim, that’s entirely my call. I do keep my hands full with my stable of long term committed slaves.

 

20 Miss Victoria, if you weren’t a Dominatrix, what would you be?

There is no universe that exists where I wouldn’t have ultimately chosen to be a Domina, BUT if that didn’t exist, I would have also been interested in becoming a surgeon, an attorney, a financial adviser or I’d run an animal charity or animal sanctuary.
I hope you all enjoyed the Q & A, I know I did 😉
Scrolling through my emails for the week, I’m pleasantly surprised as Spring rolls around, to see how many of my suitors shift from asking me to fulfill *their* personal fantasies, to trying to narrow down what really gets *me* going. Warmer weather never fails to bring out the adventurer in my dearest playmates!
Though, if I had a dollar for every time I was genuinely asked this by a well-meaning inquirer, I could probably retire. That’s not a cliché exaggeration either; despite having a slew of writings on the topic, most play toys still find themselves scrambling a bit to find out what really turns me on – as if it could EVER be captured by a single activity.
Naturally, the idea of playing with someone who isn’t 100% focused and ‘into’ what’s happening doing doesn’t sound a great time. Actually, it’s pretty terrible… I’ve been on the other side of that, people sweetly taking a torment because they thought it’s what I wanted, not realizing their lack of mutual enjoyment was zapping any and all possible pleasure from the moment. I respect the valiant effort, but really, as with anything sexual, erotic, or partner based; pleasure needs to be a two-way street. Compatible arousal is vital, it’s the one thing that matters most in any encounter – no matter the actual specifics.
That inflexible fact is a big reason why I spend a short eternity combing through potential partners based on what they like to do. If we’re not a good match, I’m not one to feign interest and just push through a scene just for the cash. I’m a terrible actress – so for my sake, and yours, I only connect to most intriguing partners, the ones whose inquiry made pulse race and my eyes dilate as I glazed across their introduction.
Still, sure you want to know what, in my heart of hearts, makes me feel my most animalistic and carnally satisfied.
Well, I’ll tell you what – if you’re reading this, hanging on to each sentence just waiting for a *simple* answer, I’m about to crush your spirit to dust.
I do kink all day, everyday.
I’m a pervert, a lifestyler and a Pro Domme. There’s not much I can’t do, whenever I want to do it and for as long as it suits me. This, leaves very little for someone to offer in the way of concept originality – except one thing –  one unique thing, that only YOU can give me. It’s what I want most, what turns me on…
Your submissive reaction.
I could spank 100 partners and ALL 100 of them will be unique in how they receive it. I’m heavy on dynamic, on soliciting a response, and the more you let yourself out, the more you give me to take in. It feeds my hungry, domineering and predatory spirit.
Do you really want me to lust for you in chains?
Give me a reaction. Be my victim; whimper moan, shake, shudder or scream. Don’t hold back – just be genuine. Whatever it is you have inside you when I touch, smack or caress you in just that perfect way, let me see it – give it to me.
There’s no other preference I have in the world; no type, age, attitude, style, body, gender, role, persona, interests or presentation that draws me more than another. Your container, endowments, lifestyle, occupation and position in life don’t stack up against the expression you offer me in the dungeon.
So, to answer that impossible question – what turns me on?
Genuine and unrestrained submissive, masochistic or curious response to whatever activities I feel I want to inflict on you.
That’s it.
There’s nothing else you can do, say or offer to make yourself MORE enticing, just be your role. 
Know you place. Accept it. Enjoy it. Offer it to me….

Happy Friday my Salacious Sluts!

 

I bet you’re all VERY glad to see a new posting again in this little blog aren’t you? Seriously, where does the time go?

Admittedly, while I’ve always had a heavy tinge of writers block, I realized it’s going to be really tricky to follow-up my last series of entries where I literally held someone hostage and forced them through a deep erotic journey. Honestly….how on earth do you top that? As you can see by the lag in entries, it’s been an impossible task.

Try as I might, it’s going to be a while before I have the time and energy to recap some of the furiously sexy scenarios I’ve indulged lately that come pretty close, so for today – I’m going to fill the gap by updating you dolls to some important new information AND exciting new toys I’ve got in the mix.

 

First and foremost, after about a decade I’m joining the club and updating my email address.

Was: Victoria.Rage@yahoo.com

New: Victoria.Rage@protonmail.com

It’s about time I switch to the most secure method of contact out there, heaven knows I value our privacy, but it’ll be a slow process as I hunt down and correct all my various outdated forms of communication for an update. I’ll monitor my old yahoo location for the next 6 months, but if you’re catching this message now – go ahead and take a second (right now) to make that shift. I’d hate to miss anything from you.

 

Secondly, my hours….

 

I’m just going to shift them a little bit and will now be stopping at 10 pm each night. I’ll till be starting scenes bright and early at 11, but a gal has to have a little ‘me’ time after a long day and I’ve never been much of a night owl when it comes to intense, high energy bdsm. You’ll still be able to get your kicks 11 hours a day, 7 days a week so this isn’t really that news worthy.

 

Now to the fun stuff….

 

A serious rubber lover has graced my dungeon with a new double wide latex vac bed from Kink Engineering. The shipping notice finally went out after ages of agonizing patience, but now it’s in the hands of UPS and on the way. I’ll absolutely be posting photos the moment it arrives, but you bet your ass you’re not going to hear much of a peep from me for the first 24 hours. I doubt I’ll even be coming up for air!

(photo from KE site)

 

Also, for you medical fetishists out there, I have a complete set of authentic Humane Restraints also currently en route.

I know ropes and straps can be tremendously fun and restrictive, but these are truly designed to be firm in the face of a total thrashing meltdown. Hospital grade and the real deal my sweets, you’ll be pinned down, pulled apart and all too easily accessed by my probing hands and toys. For those of you who love photo mementos, these will be excessively stimulating to look back on when fondly recapturing our time together.

 

 

I do have a few other tricks up my sleeve, but I’ll save those for another time. For now, consider these breadcrumbs a gift to tide you over until inspiration strikes me again.

 

If you aren’t caught up, start here first!

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Part 1: http://dominasdiary.com/index.php/2017/11/02/blog-post-part-1-pumped-drained-milked-and-abused-in-captivity/
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Part 2: http://dominasdiary.com/index.php/2017/11/04/blog-post-part-2-pumped-drained-milked-and-abused-in-captivity/
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Part 3: http://dominasdiary.com/index.php/2017/11/07/blog-post-part-3-pumped-drained-milked-and-abused-in-captivity/

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Part 4: http://dominasdiary.com/index.php/2017/12/06/blog-post-part-4-pumped-drained-milked-and-abused-in-captivity/

 

Willing though he suddenly was, my boy would NEVER be able to handle the thick throbbing erection from the trained bull behind him without some serious warm up; this didn’t stop him from begging for it, knowing that his compliance would not only bring him a deep, unexplored pleasure but also favor from the deviant women holding him hostage.

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“Mistress, please, what can I do?” He whimpered.

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“I’ll tell you what my dear, you are still 3 consumed climaxes from your goal. IF you’re able to take 3 full extractions from this bull using any one of your orifices, I will gladly count them towards you total…but you WILL need to take it, every drop – willingly, gladly and like the sweet little whore you are”, I purred back to him.

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He lifted his hips eagerly, riding the air in hopes of backing onto the in enormous cock just achingly out of reach. Instead, Claudette have been discreetly lubricating a selection of dildos, passing me one of my very favorite long black strap ons. The heavy rubber bounced around as she forked it over, helping me fasten the thick leather straps around my hips.

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I took my turn first, inching into him slowly, the lace of my dress beginning to tickle the back of his thighs as I applied the most innocent amount of pressure against his waiting hole. Inch by inch, he opened wide to take me in, the vainy cock disappeared inside of him to a chorus of gleeful, panting moans and groans. He must have been so eager for his first REAL enforced bisexual experience, now just moments away.

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We had toyed with the idea in the past – often flirtatiously talking about the possibilities, describing scenarios and cheekily coverings the ‘what it’s’ of surprising him one day, but until now we had never moving beyond the fantasy dialog and excited possibilities.

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My captives eyes were fixed in the mirror at Devon, his hips writhing back and forth, body straining to take my thick tool as he feasted on the sight of the strapping man to his left. It was only seconds before Claudette made her way to his mouth, forcing her larger cock down his parted lips as we thrusted in tandem to break his gaze.

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‘Do you want my husband to fuck you?’ she coyly mused. Her question met with indecipherable dialog as her own girthy dick rammed hard and fast into his mouth. He was obviously hungry for it, taking such big prods into his open holes with nothing but absolute desperate, wild enthusiasm. It’s not a sight I see often, such total abandonment to the moment, but we all knew he had just fully given over to the experience.

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Devon had stroked himself into a raging erection, gently gliding Claudette to the side he took her place at his mouth, forcing the enormous throbbing tip into his wet lips. I continued to press In harder and deeper from behind as Devon picked up his own pace, both of us fucking our willing victim with all the intensity of two unbridled perverts tying to literally pound a man in half.

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Locking eyes with me, I whispered one of Devon’s trigger words – a word I installed in his subconscious years ago when he was still in training for such nefarious celebrations. It was all too much for him, despite his usual perfect restraint, he released the full load of build up masculine need right into our hostages mouth without more than a few seconds of warning. I pulled away, admiring the panting, sweaty mess that had become of my boy as he swallowed hard.

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“Two more”… I mocked….

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‘I want them Mistress!’… the words split the air like a razor blade, years of fantasizing and now here’s my slut, wanting more, wanting all of it: real thing in abundance. Devon was already stroking himself up for round two…

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He met my boys lips again, thrusting hard and fast with furious anticipation. The second bout is always much harder to reach, but being such helpful and generous women, Claudette and I provided a bit of an unspoken ‘show’ just in Devon’s line of sight. His wife, sweet yet so filthy, was bent over my knee, legs spread wide so the light would flicker off her gleaming slick pussy as I began spanking her perfect ass red. She loves otk punishment and he loves to watch – it was only past the warm up where her little perky ass had just begun to glow before another unannounced release ripped through him, hips shaking, every muscle strained as my boy sucking him dry.

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He pulled away and came over to kneel in front of Claudette’s upturned backside, kissing it, licking it – sticking his tongue deep into her rosy pink slit until her scent covered his face. I pulled her legs open farther and held the back of his head in tight, forcing him against her hot swollen pussy.

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My hostage in the background was stiff as could be and riding the air again, having enough time himself to recover and this racy escapade unfolding perfectly in the gaze of the mirror before him, he was like a race hose waiting for a starter pistol. Where did this mountain of willing energy come from?

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‘Devon…go fuck him. This is what you’re trained for,’ I issued sternly to my bull.

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I know I’m asking a lot, well, demanding really, but men enter my stable for two reasons. To be enslaved to be for a lifetime OR to be an unhindered sexual God. Adonis in human form, always ready, in perfect control, and able to continuously give or receive pleasure until I say otherwise.

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His pride taking hold, hearing my words, he dutifully removed his mouth from Claudette’s hot little lips and stood up and stood to mount our squirming hostage.

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“Beg for me”, Devon ordered.

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“Oh Sir, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you to take me, PLEASE use me, PLEASE finish in me Sir, I need -“ he was cut off by the sharp insertion of flesh opening him wide and immediately as Devon pushed in to the hilt. For a brief moment, I expected a scream – it was hard, abrupt and deep, but before his own rhythm could be formed, out slut began to ride hard on the massive pole inside him. Never have I seen someone so cock hungry, so horny and so happy…. he took every pounding inch, leaking innocent dribbles from his own cock as the onslaught continued.

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The tightness and genuine virginity made this all too appealing, everything about the moment and ensuing sensory overload for everyone in the room was too much, forcing Devon and our victim over one final edge… my slut made his ‘consumed goal’ but only on a technicality.

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We all collapsed into the floor, undoing straps and downing ice water as our racing pulses settled. Not a single one of us could think straight – 10 minutes of silence passed before a word was spoken.

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“Holy fuck”….my captive snapped me out of of my trance. “Mistress, you guys, that was amazing, this was totally amazing”. Claudette helped him to the shower as he continued to unwind praise for years of pent up desire in an instant realization that he had finally indulged such a deep and long held lust.

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Claudette and Devon snuck upstairs leaving me to wait for my boy, a bit of merciful separation from the impromptu onslaught was in order.

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He stumbled out of the bathroom about 15 minutes later, a bit glassy eyed and worse for the wear but a look of euphoria was painted across him from head to toe. It took a while longer to come down, his sub space raging hard, but eventually giving way to a calm, quiet relaxation as he recollected in my chair. He would make his flight after all; a bit used and worked over, but never happier.

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Closing my door behind him way agony, Top drop of the highest level. The bliss of a fantasy of mine fully expelled, I didn’t have the energy to make it upstairs, but instead curled up on the nearest surface. Almost instantly, I drifted to sleep asleep in the warm glow of my red lights, happily…on the dungeon medical table.

 

I’m interrupting my stream of sexy blog posts just to interject a little calm amidst a bizarre storm…..

Normally, I’m not one to get all flustered by the words of others, but I’ve come across a disappointing phenomenon in the Twitterverse that not only seems common place, but remains totally unchecked, casting a pretty dark idea of the perception of Tops with their bottoms. So much so, that I’ve been asked a few times if “all Pro Dommes” share the same negative mentality.

If you’re like me, you probably follow a lot of kinky people and porn stars; some lifestyle Tops, some Pros, FinDommes and Fetishists. Twitter is rife with content from some of our favorite sexy superstars, but sometimes, you’ll see one particular group continuously raining down the insults in reference to their audience – and not necessarily in a sexy way.

Now, I know that humiliation is a very popular fetish and one that I’ve personally explored with willing partners, but when I see it coming in blanket form from public personalities who represent the BDSM lifestyle and culture in general; I honestly can’t help but feel a bit disappointed – and defensive.

When branded as a humilatrix or something that offers a heads up, I smile and realize the audience that follows is lapping up the sweetly pointed degradation with a smile on their blushing faces, but otherwise, it comes off as crude, harsh and sexist.

While I’m pretty open with my opinions, I would never aim to tell someone how to run their business or how to present themselves, hence why I’m not going to cite specific examples.

Diversity in offerings and personality is what make the selection of internet Dominatrices so enticing; but if you’re new to the scene – and have gotten the impression that people in a Dominant position look down on, or otherwise feel their bottoms are somehow unworthy or ‘less than’, let me assure you that in a very broad spectrum – that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Following a number of people myself, I often see terms like ‘pathetic’ or ‘loser’ reflexively thrown about in reference to their spectators. Honestly, that sort of cruel bratiness when not coming from a humiliation specialist, is often the mark of an inexperienced individual or someone who feels rudeness and Dominance somehow go hand in hand. Obviously, it doesn’t and that’s not an accurate representation of those who hold themselves to a higher standard.

Any Professional Mistress (or Master), needs clients to have a thriving career, it’s symbiotic. In that instance, no visitor is ‘worthless’ (another popular and vile term I’m sick of hearing) without clients, how exactly do those individuals expect to have a profession, or a soapbox in which to broadcast?

All personalities that want to have a slice of fame, need followers to support them. And all lifestylers that want someone on the other end of their whip, will need partners who are confident to place their trust in them to explore the universe of deviant indulgences. You just can’t have one without the other.

As I said in an earlier tweet, if you’ve encountered some of that negativity online and it’s left a bitter taste in your mouth or put you off of exploring kink – just know, those individuals do not represent the majority. I, and every other reputable Top I’m aware of, share the sentiment that it’s vital to love, cherish and adore your submissive partners and admirers. Domination doesn’t come from a place of indifference, anger or blatant disregard.

Of course, there’s a time and a place for objectification and brutality, but at the heart of it, those in a position of power should (and most often do) realize that your attention and submission is a gift; not to be taken for granted.

There is no popularity or success of ‘us’ without ‘you’.

If you aren’t caught up, start here first….
Part 1: http://dominasdiary.com/index.php/2017/11/02/blog-post-part-1-pumped-drained-milked-and-abused-in-captivity/
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Part 2: http://dominasdiary.com/index.php/2017/11/04/blog-post-part-2-pumped-drained-milked-and-abused-in-captivity/
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Part 3: http://dominasdiary.com/index.php/2017/11/07/blog-post-part-3-pumped-drained-milked-and-abused-in-captivity/
Claudette and I sat back, smiling at each other as our prisoner began struggling violently against his bonds. Having finished with explosive force several times already, just the gentle, steady rubber suck of the Venus on his well used cock was clearly, quickly bringing him to the very limit of his pain threshold.
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The collection bowl beneath him was finally beginning to fill up a bit at the bottom, still it was only a small pool of opaque white, but it was a definite step closer to his goal. She pulled the dildo from his mouth, so we could better hear his exasperation. He seemed desperate this time, truly and genuinely desperate. “I can’t take anymore Mistress, please take the Venus off me!’ He nearly commanded. I have NEVER heard such a tone in his voice, and it was not something I intended to let slide.
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Claudette could see the look in my eyes in hearing such an odd inflection pour out of his lips, she slapped him across the face hard with the dildo in quick correction, I couldn’t help but nearly laugh myself off the table. She gently turned off the machine and begin to untie him… I could hear her whispering vague silent threats as she wistfully detached him piece by piece. Normally, I would say my sweet assistant does not have a dominant bone in her body, but I think when it comes to amusing me and bringing me pleasure, she can do just about anything with Olympic style precision.
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I picked up the dog bowl and weighed it, “nearly another full ounce”, I exclaimed from across the room! I was actually quite surprised how much I’ve pulled out of him… I know, he would soon begin shooting nothing but blanks no matter how much effort he began to exude. A man can only handle so much and he was drastically near his breaking point. It is the only reason I gave him an easy “out” of consuming his 8 climaxes instead of reaching a requisite 16; it would be a physically impossible task, but along the way I could enjoy his confidence fade into a deep humiliation.
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We helped him down off the cross, ignoring his gratitude and shaky steps as we led him toward the fucking bench. He was just glad to be able to kneel and not have to carry his own weight, leaning fully onto the bench for absolute support. This is normally the point where I’d help him shower, offer him a drink and sit back and bask in the chemical release of hormones with him, but not today…. I cuffed him into the iron restraints, the kneeling position of the bench offered each limb for fastidious restraint. Only his neck was able to move, should he so choose to look up, he’d be greeted by his ever present predicament reflecting back in the glass of a full length mirror ahead.
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He slumped his head, Claudette immediately grabbed him by the hair, forcing him up so I could shove the cum filled dog bowl in his face. “This will count as two more”, I smiled. “But do be sure to catch every drop if you want it to be added to your total count. You’re still a very long way off from making either goal, your best hope now it’s just simply catch your rest while we allow it and hope that we’ve come up with some clever tactics to “help “ you.
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He lapped up his cum like a willing and very defeated captive, the situation of helplessness was really starting to grow on him. There’s so much less to ‘worry’ about when another is in charge. No deadlines matter, no annoying texts or voicemails were prioritized – nothing in his vanilla life would invade this predicament to help or disturb him; it was just him in the moment – and us.
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He nodded off for a quietly, the dog blow long placed back out of sight with Claudette and I casually lounging in my foyer, chatting away and enjoying the moment of silence. It was disturbingly peaceful, fortunately it wouldn’t last long. A very quiet knock on the door roused him from his sleep. His back being towards the door, our little slut couldn’t see who exactly we were letting in despite his straining to catch a glimpse in the mirror. It was Claudette’s husband, my bull, Devon.
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Now Devon, how do I describe him? Tall, dark and handsome, an Alpha male with a naughty side and a cock nearly the size of Claudette’s arm. The first time I forced them to fuck in front of me, I was absolutely fascinated; truly they were perfect for each other – just the sight of him undressed caused her to be stunningly distracted. It was almost like an Aphroditic scene, his pants came undone and she was fixated. I loved that sexual power he had over her, often wanting to weaponize that sort of lust and use it on another. I left them to it as strolled up to my kneeling hostage, grabbing a cane on my way.
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“I’ll tell you what” I whispered, “I won’t MAKE that big stud in the corner fuck you if you don’t want him to”…I tapped my cane against his ass lightly. “But….should you beg me to make him, I’ll obviously have to stop reddening your ass so I can get out of his way”, I emphasized that last statement with a firm lash across his unprotected ass. He bit his lips, calculating how many I would deliver, would I even stop or would I perhaps just wait him out? Another white hot stroke inches from the last broke his train of thought. “Oh Mistress, please” he whimpered. “Please what?” another crack against both upturned cheeks.
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He remained silent, clearly not yet provoked to his breaking point. I lined up my cane and began issuing a flurry of perfectly placed strokes. Instant welts, bright red strips and the flailing of desperate limbs under firm and unflinching restraints. I always thought he loved the cane, though I doubt he’d ever admit it. Being bent over, exposed and punished, it was hot no matter how you look at it, though the pain was inescapable. Still, he raised his hips as much as the bonds allowed, offering me more of his striped backside for abuse. Devon and Claudette slowly came into view, her smile frozen in crimson red lipstick as Devon reached out to feel my hostage’s textured ass. “Mmmm, he’s so warm”, Devon mocked. He lifted his hips higher into his hand.
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“Oh god, oh god” my victim now resorting only to panicked and erotic pleading once again.
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“Mistress, I think I want him to fuck me…’oh god”!!! Claudette’s jaw dropped, “I didn’t think it would be THAT easy”
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He looked up to the mirror just long enough to catch the 3 of us grinning back at him like wolves; condoms and lube already in Claudette’s hand. I unzipped Devons pants, his throbbing erection instantly spilling out, landing with a thump against our boy’s hot flesh.
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Everyone in the room, seemed absolutely frozen in anticipation, though Claudette’s eager hands were already wrapped around her husbands huge cock readying it for the tight opening in front of him. There was no way he’d be able to take that off the bat, we’d have to warm him up….
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Devon took a seat in front of the bench, directly in view of our pet. He stroked himself lowly and methodically, up and down like a pointed erotic threat. It was memorizing, so much so that the gloves Claudette and I were putting on went entirely unnoticed. We slipped our fingers in gently, one at a time, then both of us, gradually increasing the size, adding fingers until we could both fit two inside him together side by side. He loved this, he was doing all he could to hold still and take it despite wanting to sit back and ride our hands. Devon sat up abruptly, noticing his struggle and brought the tip of his shaft to our prisoners lips. No instruction was needed, he took him deep into his warm inviting mouth – as much as he could, trying to leverage his neck so he could be properly throat fucked. We pounded away on his tight little hole behind in the same rhythm, opening him up like the little whore he was. “Finally a proper fuck toy”, I smirked
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….to be continued.
Note: photos during this scenario were declined by some parties, images from this blog have been used from other approved sources.
I post today’s blog with the permission… well, really encouragement, of one of my closest friends.
A small bit of backstory: a lovely local lady and I were indulging in a very erotic duo with one of her beloved long-term clients.
I can’t begin to tell you how much fun we had, spending several hours putting him in every imaginable pose and violating him in every conceivable way, it was such a wonderful memory, I think I will treasure that session for the rest of my life. When all was said and done, he and I remained on the floor medical room as my lady friend ventured off to the bathroom for shower.
He smiled, watching her slink into the darkness before laying back and turning to me… “She’s so wonderful, I don’t know why she won’t let me take her for a REAL date “… I chuckled a bit, taking it as just a playful joke. I mean, a LOT of visitors often joke about wanting their mistresses to be a larger part of their lives, even if their reality doesn’t quite bend that way; it’s harmless optimism. He looked me dead in the eyes again and asked “do you know if it’s because she has someone in her life already? “
I was a bit shocked, but hearing this inquiry many times before, both aimed at myself and others, the only suitable response was, “perhaps she feels your relationship was perfect as it is.”
I don’t know if he was content with my answer, but it didn’t seem to diminish the smile from his face as we shook off the adrenaline and endorphins.
This scenario, like I said, happens so often, it’s worth mentioning in a more broad spectrum… Consider it just a little refreshing dose of reality about the world of kink, clients and reasonable proximity.
On my own – and very recently, I had a long term client who I enjoy a wonderful rapport with, turn from gleeful to sad when I, in jest, mentioned having a husband. In reality, I don’t have a husband, I had to assure her several times, but the obvious pouts stuck out to me. She herself, married 45 years to a lovely man that she spoke about repeatedly, had often admitted that she was glad to have this safe place to come to for her fantasies, separate from her private vanilla world, and yet – though totally innocent, she was obviously disappointed at the thought that I might be unavailable.
It is human nature to want the person you’re seeing to be available, to be their favorite, to stand out above all others, to be adored, cherished and remembered, but as I reflect back to my friends client, it is important to remember never to press the issue of proximity beyond what your provider allows. It forces us to walk a tightrope of keeping you physically and emotionally happy with us, while not leading you on or hurting your feelings, and protecting anyone we might have in our personal world. What should be a simply, mutually beneficial arrangement, becomes onesidedly complex.
You have to admit, what we do is extraordinarily intimate! For a lot of us, myself included, a little compartmentalization is needed to be so open, day in and day out, with both strangers and kinksters I’ve known for years. Fortunately, most of us overcome over-emotional attachments by simply enjoying the moment and always honoring that we are professionals. We love what we do, but it is an offering. We do not want to invade your personal lives, we are safely in the background, your secret respite – and nothing more. The ‘want’ for more is where it begins to get tricky for everyone involved, but staying respectful of that line becomes easier with time, when the realization settles in that just because you are a client, doesn’t mean you’re not special, we choose to have you in our orbit!
Most of us understand that sometimes, we can by nature, become very attached to the ones we indulge with. But as life can force clients to move, move on, or otherwise fall off our radar – we respect that a deep connection can be terminated any time and for any reason. It’s happened several times to me, and each instance, I know it’s not my place to reach out and find out ‘why’ or if my client is okay when I suddenly stopped hearing from them. By extension, it’s not simply a desire to keep our visitors out of our private lives, there is a reality to be had here and often, it’s a method to protect our hearts.
The simplicity of what you experience with a provider should be just that; simple, erotic and unattached fun.
It can take moments or years to accept this and find security in those words, but they are words to live by. We adore those who can appreciate the beauty in what we are able to share together. Those private moments behind closed doors aren’t just for you….believe me, as someone who is currently spending her day off typing this entire blog for an audience she can’t even lay eyes on – all of this is for us as well.
Part One: http://dominasdiary.com/index.php/2017/11/02/blog-post-part-1-pumped-drained-milked-and-abused-in-captivity/
Part Two: http://dominasdiary.com/index.php/2017/11/04/blog-post-part-2-pumped-drained-milked-and-abused-in-captivity/
He exited the bathroom with unchecked enthusiasm, bounding towards me as fast as his knees could carry him. He stopped just a foot in front of me, lowering his head to the floor and raising his ass high. I gave no such instruction, but this slutty boy was always looking for a means to display himself to me, or otherwise make every orifice available for inspection and use. The open air must have felt so good on his warm skin, leaving no portion of himself unavailable to my gaze.
Without much hesitation, I began to ceremoniously wrap a thick leather collar around his neck, locking the clasp tightly behind him. I can only imagine how blissful that must feel to any submissive; to knee, expose yourself and feel a collar signifying ownership slip around you; it’s like finding your perfect place in the universe. Goosebumps were already covering him from head to toe as I gave his collar a tug, pulling him to his feet and leading him towards my tall steel cross. His back pressed firmly into the cold metal, amplifying the chills down his spine. It’s rare that I leave him free to see; hoods and blindfolds always punctuated his captivity, but today he’d need every heightened sense at his disposal.
I secured him tight, limbs spread wide apart against the crucifix as his eyes followed my every move. His feet bound with a 4 ft spreader bar between them, hands and arms securely ensnared with endless feet of heavy hemp rope; topping it off, his collar secured rigidly, forcing his chin up and eyes level to stare across the room. The only part of him that was able to budge, were his hips – strong and chiseled, he often liked to thrust and squirm, a sight I deeply enjoyed, but that would be extraordinarily purposeful in the coming moments.
I stoked his cheek, assuring him that I had every confidence in his success today, in fact, I was going to help him to achieve his next goal. The clock ticking away in the background, I fired up my laptop, setting a loop of excessively erotic milking videos. Over the past month, I’ve been saving my very favorites, editing them down to the most climatic and indulgent moments; truly a best of the best in visual stimulation. I leaned my back against him, feel him stiffen against me as we both watched my visual entertainment for just a brief moment. So many shuddering crescendos, flushed bodies and straining muscles, it was truly entrancing.
“I know that this alone won’t get you where you need to be, not without a bit of help”, I giggled.
His eyes continued to follow me to the Venus, I’ve teased him on and off with vague threats to simply leave him attached for hours, always a bluff, but he knew today was different. Even the slow setting was agony; a steady, deep suction caught the tip of his already swollen cock and sucked it deep inside the slick latex mouth. His moans were instant, but this speed – this slow tease – would never be enough. “I’ve already weighed the mouth of this device”, I smiled coyly at him, “and the dog bowl”, strategically placing it below his throbbing predicament. “Anything over the control volume will be added to your total and every climax you’re about to experience, you must ask permission for so I can keep count. Obviously any accidents will be severely and mercilessly punished, so don’t allow yourself to make that mistake.”
I stepped away to take in my work, strapped inescapably to my cross and forced to ingest a feast of visual erotic perfection, all while being endlessly sucked and drained by a tireless cock sucking machine. He was already thrusting his hips as forcefully as his bondage would allow, all with no additional satisfaction. It seemed to me that I’ve created a perfect predicament, one that didn’t need such strict oversight, he’d be fine without my supervision for a while…
A soft knock on the back door, in perfect timing, shattered the string of endless moans from my prisoner. He knows very well that I’m friends with MANY kinky people, various Dommes, a few subs, my stable of slaves and perhaps most feared of all, my parade of bulls. He was beyond relieved to see the soft bounce of dirty blonde curls in the distance as my submissive Claudette walked in…..she offered a wide smile and trademark cheerful greeting as she made her way through the dungeon for a better view.  “It’s nice to see you again Mark” she smiled, stripping off her clothes. The last time Mark and Claudette had seen each other, he was buried face first between her tan little thighs. Just the sight of her undressing was enough to increase the furious thrusts of his hips forcing over a climactic edge. The Venus continued sucking away relentlessly as he shuddered and panted.
“You didn’t ask for permission”, I chastised from the other side of the room. He was still too overwhelmed for a response, but his failure was obvious and undeniable as pearly while drips began to leak out of the suction tube into the waiting dog bowl below.
“Hummm, what do you think we should do with this slut, Mistress?” Claudette sweetly asked as she grabbed for her purse. “Maybe since he just can’t seem to control himself, we can show him too much of a good thing?” Her small hands clasped tightly around her favorite black dildo, a monster attachment so large that it hardly fit in her handbag. She pulled it out and began running the massive tip against his face. With instinct, his mouth opened wide to accept her offering, pumping the big fat cock in and out of his mouth at a furious pace. It silenced his painful begging as the post climatic edge began to trial off his orgasm. “Get it nice and wet for me”, she purred, casting a glance for approval in my direction. Ever the voyeur, I didn’t move, I wanted to see her use him, to just have him as her own personal toy for a moment. What I offered in cruelty, she offered in excessive and unimaginable kindness; my non response was enough permission for her, she pulled the thick black cock out of his mouth and leaned back on the medical table behind her, spreading her lovely soft legs apart, she pushed the toy into her dipping pussy. He tried to look away, but the only other vision in his path was the milking video. Closing his eyes would have been safe, except for the soft throaty gasps coming from Claudette as she pumped away.
“She never quite takes long, does she?,” I mocked. I walked up behind her, locking eyes with him I slid my hands across her firm perky tits, taking a nipple in each hand, I pinched hard, sending her over the edge. Her breaths hardly slowed before she popped off the table and jammed the dildo down Mark’s waiting throat. “It’s very heavy, she panted, make sure you hold it firm in your teeth. If that drops from your mouth, I worry how our Mistress might take such a blatant insult”….
She was always looking for an excuse to bring her toys into play….it’s partially what I love so much about having her around. “Let’s give him a few minutes to compose himself, then we will deal with that unauthorized orgasm.”
…to be continued
He hardly moved an inch all night, by contrast, I was wide awake by dawn after an excitable, sleepless evening, constantly peering back to my monitor for any sign of activity.
After an hour of eagle eye waiting, his eyes finally shot open, nature must have called loudly. I got comfortable, settling into a comfortable chair as I watched him instinctively grab for the locked door of his cage, finding it still firmly keeping him prisoner. Did he truly think I had released him in his sleep?
My note was the first thing he saw, his hopeful outstretched fingers reached as far out as the bars would permit to pull it in, allowing his eyes to pour over my cruel words. I’m sure he hoped I wouldn’t start in on him so quickly, but I only had him for one more day and I intended to enjoy every single second of his subjection. He was frantic as he scrambled for the frozen bowl….his only way out was to melt the ice down to the key. I knew this would be exciting if I could just be patient, though fortunately for him, much of it had melted away, but a thick defiant brick still remained a frozen obstacle.
I had only estimated his reach, and much to my amusement, he had to struggle quite a bit to grab hold of the bowl without tipping the water. The brick still must have been about 5 inches thick, so his pathetic attempt to knock it on the side of the cage didn’t yield the breakage he so hoped for. Soaking it back in the frigid water also didn’t make a dent in it.  He reluctantly grabbed the note again, certain I had offered guidance – and hanging his head in defeat, took note of my ‘heat’ instruction and began rubbing the brick frantically across his warm chest. It took him at least a half an hour, though time was endless in my giddy anticipation, watching him go from determined to desperate and finally shivering as he neared success. I do love my petty torments.
It looked nearly melted in half before a final crack against the cage walls snapped the remains, finally freeing the key and my boy from his enclosure. I’ve always heard a blast of cold water was the best way to wake up in the morning, I deeply hoped he would appreciated my thoughtful effort.
I didn’t ring the bell before slipping downstairs, coffee in hand, I just couldn’t bring myself to give him a warning. My dungeon seemed absolutely teaming with energy, smoothed over only by the fresh hot steam pouring out of the bathroom. His shower must have been such a pleasant relief, almost a very human moment after spending the evening like a caged tiger.
His look of surprise to see me as he crawled out of the bathroom melted to a tinge of fear, arousal and joy seeing I had two cups of coffee in hand. I’m never cruel enough to deprive someone of their morning caffeine, but oh how I hoped he knew it wouldn’t be so easy to come by.
He smiled making his way towards me, wanting to offer a greeting, but seeing my note from the corner of his eye, he knew to follow instructions and remain silent. “Your flight is 16 hours from now, I will require as many orgasms by one means or another before I let you go”, I coldly informed him. “16 hours is a very long time, but you will need a nap, eat and to get to the airport a bit in advance…… whether you miss your flight or not, is honestly not my concern. All you need to do, is complete your task and I’ll let you go. If you don’t, well…..
He smiled a bit too wide, confidence on his face, I’m sure it would fade before too long, but in this moment, he was very secure in his ability to perform. I took a deep sip of coffee, and sat his down on the fireplace. A small kitchen scale had been placed out the evening before, I weighed his cup. 14 ounces. “I know you feel like you’ll have no issue completing my task on time, but should you not….there is ONE way to buy your way out”. Instead of total number of completions, we can go by volume….volume which you will ultimately be forced to consume.” His expression finally dropped as I handed him his coffee. Let’s set the bar at four full ounces. 16 orgasms or 4 total ounces, all consumed.
I don’t think he could tell if this was his favorite game ever or something he would deeply dread, but without missing much more of a beat, he realized I was starting at him with an anticipatory gaze. Dutifully he lowered his coffee on the ground and under my watchful eye, began his first of many expulsions. “Every coffee needs cream”, I mocked as he strained to empty himself as much as he could into the hot liquid. It’s no surprise he didn’t last long, not this time…. he knew I loved to watch him.
Before he could gather himself, I snatched the coffee and placed it back on the scale – .05 more. “I’ll keep a tally, but you have a long way to go”…I smiled, handing it back. Drink up my dear, you have a very LONG day ahead.
He begrudgingly chugged it down, a grimace spread across his face, but a deep red flush across every other inch. He drank it all too quick, just as I had hoped. “So eager to get that nasty task out of the way, you didn’t consider the ill side effects of drinking too much too fast”, did you? I smiled, grabbing a roll of package film wrap and ordering him to stand.
I moved in close enough for him to smell my perfume and feel my hot skin against his naked back. “So soft and strong, but infinitely better tied up”, I purred, beginning to mummify him in his stoic, militaristic pose.  I took my time, making sure my hair or lips grazed him often, my satin nightgown teasing parts left exposed before finding their way under the tight black plastic bondage. He was comfortable (for the moment) flat on his feet, but the securing lines around him kept him at a rigid  stance. “I’d like to give you 20 lashes of my single tail”, I smiled, “but I’d like you to beg me for them.” He giggled shaking his head….I took another sip of coffee.
“I’m going to leave you here, standing for as long as it takes. Either your posture or your bladder will give out first, but let’s be clear…. eventually, you WILL beg me”.
Grabbing my cup, I turned the monitor towards him and headed upstairs for a shower. I’d hear and see every squirm as I shaved my legs and washed my hair, by the time I got to toweling off to begin my make up, he was shifting frantically in his wrap – but not yet begging. Single tail lashes have always been his Achilles heel; he’s never been ‘broken’ in a session but had some deep desire to one day get there. Pain for him, was that path, but he was a far cry from being the sort of masochist who could request or endure such treatment. It’s such a pity…emotional satisfaction was on the other side of an obscenely painful and humiliating punishment, and no matter how hard he may have wished for it, he couldn’t have one without the other.
With my red lipstick applied, I began to hear his genuine begging, mild threats to accidentally ruin my carpet and all manner of frantic, litanous pleading, but not for the lash. I headed down to him, grabbing my favorite snake skin lash off the wall. He was fixed on it, squirming and dancing as much as his bondage allowed; I’ve never been more amused.
“Which do you find a greater humiliation, I asked…. begging for and attempting to accept the whipping you deserve, or having your bladder fail in all that plastic?” He needed to be pushed to an absolute wall, he had to have no other way around it, before finally he would cave and plead with absolute urgency for my 20 strokes. I wanted him to hear himself….to hear the tone of a defeated man asking for discipline so he could be granted such a given privilege of using the bathroom. All men eventually crack and it was hardly a minute longer before he did, asking not just for 20, but 30 hard strokes for his foolish attempt to out wait me.
I savored it as much as I could, but the lashes went all to fast for me.  I carefully paced them, after each forceful blow, I’d patiently wait for his breathing to slow before adding the next. I wanted it to last forever, for him to absorb this – not just the pain, but the slow breaking down of any semblance of control he thought he might still have. He already knew I wouldn’t stop, but he needed to accept it as well.
Fortunately his plastic bonds didn’t protect him. Lovely studded ribbons of red marked across his back with each deliberate crack of my whip. He’d whimper and shudder, then the soft sounds would be broken once again by another sharp echo of the whip against his waiting back. He would wear these trophies for a week at least…every shift of his starched shirts would graze painful welts and he’d be instantly reminded of this perfect moment.
I cut him down after the 30th, allowing him to crumble humbly on his knees to compose himself and wait for instruction; which I didn’t immediately give until he pressed his lips to my feet and thanked me for his punishment.
“You may go to the bathroom”, I said grinning from ear to ear, “but take your time. When you step foot back into the playroom, it’ll be time to begin your draining.”
Despite my warnings, he crawled as fast as his body could carry him towards the restroom, the black of my dungeon swallowing him up as he faded out of sight….
to be continued….