Month: November 2017

  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…

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/ . Part 2: http://dominasdiary.com/index.php/2017/11/04/blog-post-part-2-pumped-drained-milked-and-abused-in-captivity/ . 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.  . The collection bowl beneath him was finally beginning to fill up a bit at the bottom, still it was only…

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…

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…

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…

Let me start by saying, before I type even a single sentence that’s sure to utterly drip with anticipation and erotica; that when I write my roleplays and fantasies, I write them just as much as a lifestyle Mistress as I do a Pro Domme. Some things occasionally skirt a personal or professional line depending on who I’m playing with, but ultimately – everything is consensual. Additionally, I have every respect for the laws of my state and county: given the grey area that BDSM can occasionally reside in, I’d…