A Mistress's fetishes

I've been focusing too much on all the negative thoughts about BDSM and want to get back to the things that make me happy within this realm.

These are some fetishes that I currently have
  • Forced alcohol consumption
  • Anal sex
  • Ball slapping
  • Begging
  • Biting
  • Breath play
  • Chastity devices
  • Choking
  • Clothespins
  • Collar and leashes
  • Cutting off clothes
  • Deep throating
  • Face slapping
  • Forced masturbation
  • Hair pulling
  • Licking
  • Kidnapping
  • Neckties
  • Orgasm denial
  • Pantyhose/Stockings
  • PDA
  • Phone sex
  • Pinching
  • Pussy slapping
  • Sapiosexuality
  • Scratching
  • Semen fantasy
  • Sleepy sex
  • Spanking
  • Tongue sucking
  • Toys
  • Voyeurism
  • Whips

Fetishes I am curious about and/or want to try

  • Body painting
  • Branding
  • Business suits
  • Chains
  • Feet on face
  • Fetish wear
  • Fisting
  • Hypnosis
  • Human dolls
  • Impact play
  • Mummification
  • Objectification
  • Panty sniffing
  • Pegging
  • Prostate massage
  • Queening
  • Rimming
  • Strap-ons
  • Spreader bars
  • Spitting
  • Water bondage
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Lucky #26?

I asked my bf last night how many more orgasms he had left to give me before his time was up. He fumbled before answering hesitantly, "14?"

"No try again," I stated.

"12?" he re-tried.

"No, try again," I re-stated.

"Less than 12?" he asked. I corrected him and said "10."

I sighed. Clearly he was not keeping as close of track of my happiness as I wanted.

"Tell me how you feel about not coming?" I asked.

"It sucks," he answered honestly.

"But is it worth it?"

"Yes Mistress," he replied.

"Well make it 26 orgasms now, not 24. I've changed my mind." I announced.

He nodded in agreement. I am after all the Mistress I can change my mind whenever and however I want. He proceeded to work his newly 12 orgasms down to the original 10 in no time with a hot round of anal sex.

But 10 orgasms in just 5 days...he's cutting it close.
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slave Vs. Boyfriend

The epic theoretical battle that I've been fighting with in my head for a couple of months. If the two were liquids, they'd be oil and water. They are not meshing well.

Each has their own pros and their own cons.

The Boyfriend: The traditional beau. He'll woo you until he gets you (or gets you in bed), then it's back to "Mediocre Matt."

If you like guys who show up late, would rather watch sports than be with you, and will forget your birthday and any other special occasions then this is what you're looking for. He is mildly selfish and expects things to be at least 50-50 (but honestly, they never really are) and wants you to be interested in his hobbies without little to no disregard for yours.

He's great for holiday photo-ops, reliable sex, remembering your work schedule, showing off around your single friends, putting off creepy one-liner Kings at bars, and reaching things on top shelves.

Try being bossy with him and he'll tell his buddies you're PMSing and eye-roll at you behind your back.

The slave: A Domme's dream come true. Despite his best efforts he does screw up but instead of getting upset with him, you both understand some paddling to his backside will help him remember his place.

His main goal is whatever you are craving. One of his sole purposes is making and seeing you happy and he tries to do this by anticipating what you will need or want. Hot bath, foot massage, pussy worship, fixing dinner, he's on it!

When he humps you in the middle of the night and you don't want to deal with it, you scold him before putting on his cock cage and settling in for a good slumber, but best of all there's no peep from him.

As one dimensional as he is you are still surprised and delighted by his ever-constant submission.

As much as I love a man who doesn't question my authority, I also like someone who can make decisions when I ask. I want someone who massages my feet when I need it and doesn't tell me that they are tired. I like to be praised, wanted, and desired but when I want my alone time, I want my alone time. I want a boyfriend and I want a slave, preferably within one person. I am just worried how these two are ever suppose to merge? How are we suppose to ever go from just bf/gf to Mgf/sbf?
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Your new favorite spot

I was sure that taking the birth control again would suppress my ever-constant libido as it did before but luckily there seems to be no sign of that.

I was feeling slightly tired last night when we crawled into bed but once I made the new bf strip down that feeling was quickly replaced by friskiness. I made him bend over my knee to receive spankings and his cock swelled with each slap.

"Thank you Mistress," he said without being prompted. This fueled me even more as I proceeded to shove him down on the bed.

"Stroke your cock now!" I said loudly.

He grabbed a hold of his penis for dear life and stroked.



"Slower," I issued commands swiftly and watched him obey carefully.

Occasionally I would lean down in the middle of him stroking to lick or suck the top of his cock causing him to groan in pleasure.

I pushed his hand aside and positioned him inside of my now very wet pussy and began to ride him fast and deep. I held his wrists above his head as I leaned down mid-ride to bite the flesh between his arm and neck. He bucked his hips as if he wanted me to stop but I continued to ride him even harder now.

"Please Mistress, please stop, I'm close" he begged. I lifted off of him.

"That's one." I stated. "Tonight you are only allowed to ask me to stop because you are close to coming three times, after that I will not stop." I continued.

"But...," he begin.

"Use your two stops wisely because you know what will happen when you ask me the third time?" I said wickedly interrupting him.

"Whatever you want Mistress," he said through deep breaths.

"Yes, whatever I want, and I do not want you to come, so you better get some control," I looked at him and said as I begin stroking his cock myself. Afterward he got behind me on command and begin to pump away, I could feel his balls slapping against the back of my pussy but as he started slowing down I wouldn't stop grinding my ass into him.

"Mistress, may I stop please? I am very close," he said after a few rounds like this.


"But Mistress, please I do not want to come because you do not want me to come," he stated.

I wiggled my ass a little more before sliding off his cock, which was now covered in my juices.

"Thank you Mistress," he said.

I proceeded to make him masturbate for me again and got out my riding crop to help steady him along. Then I switched up to going down on him. It was here he asked for his last "stop" to which I obliged.

"No more stops now," I said with a grin.

I rode him some more but could tell he was close. "Get my dildo since you can't be trusted," I ordered him.

"Yes Mistress," he replied.

He came back with my favorite 10-incher and proceeded to give me four orgasms with my good coaching (plus the one from a previous night at his place). The bed was soaking wet under me.

"You're such a good boy!" I complimented him.

"Now turn over on your stomach," I said. He did as he was told. I pressed his face into the wet spot, holding his hair tightly as I spanked him.

"What does that smell like?" I asked him.

"I smells good Mistress, it smells like your pussy." He responded.

This was the answer I wanted to hear. I swatted him a few more times before dipping his cock in cold water (I had told him no more touching but he just couldn't help himself), then I got a towel to put down on the bed.

"Where do you want me to lay Mistress? Here?" he said as he pointed to the towel I'd laid down on the wet spot.

"Yes, of course" I laughed lightly and said. "I'm not laying there."

"I would love to lay in your wet spot Mistress," he smiled and said before curling up next to me and falling to sleep.

As the counter stands now that's 9 down, 15 to go!
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Lucky #24

The 3 hours of sleep I got last night before a long 12 hour day was well worth it.

As we (the new bf and I) slid into bed we were in our usual playful mood. He was whispering sweet nothings into my ear while I scratched my nails up and down his back just to hear him moan. Something about hearing a grown man moan just makes me weak in the knees. I reached down to feel his throbbing cock pressed up against me and he returned my touch to feel me already wet.

I wrapped my legs around his and pulled his hair as I sucked on his neck and he twiddled my nipples. Occasionally he would try to pull his leg away and I would tighten around it, my thighs acting as a vice grip.

"Where are you going?" I would ask teasingly.

"Nowhere Mistress," he would reply.

The rougher I was with him the more submissive he reacted until eventually he was kissing me all over my body. As he neared my womanhood I pressed his face fully into me. He paused, if only for a moment, probably because he is not use to me being assertive in this area. I am a very penetrative oriented woman, cunnilingus is a delicate art that must be performed very well for me to enjoy it. But, this didn't stop him from kissing the outside of my swollen lips.

"May I lick you Mistress?" he asked eagerly.

My answer was a semi-forceful shove to the back of his head deeper between my thighs. I squealed and squirmed with delight as he applied just the right amount of pressure to my clit. He tried to come up for air but I clamped down harder on his head and he continued to pleasure me.

When I finally decided he had satisfied my unusual need for a good licking I let him up. He breathed heavily but then took my toes in his mouth and begin sucking them one by one, working his way from sucking back to kissing up my legs to my mouth.

He laid next me still feverishly tweaking my nipples and playing with himself before I removed his hands from his cock.

"Would you like to come inside me next month?" I whispered into his ear.

"What? Yes, of course but why next month, why not tonight?" he asked shocked before he had time think out the answer.

I have just started on birth control again purely for the fact that I want to feel him explode inside of me. I have mentioned this but I am sure it slips his mind as he is always in the midst of being horny.

"November is a good month. But, how many days are left in this month?" I asked him.

He thought for a moment, "I dunno Mistress, like 26 or something."

"24," I corrected him.
"There are 24 days left in this month. If you can give me 24 orgasms before November 1st, I will let you come inside of me," I told him, a smile creeping on my lips.

"Okay Mistress," he said kissing my thighs again.

"But, if you come then the count starts over again," I informed him.

"So no coming for me...okay I can do that Mistress," he responded.

From there he proceeded to fuck me properly in the ass. I am a sucker for anal sex. It gets me very wet and sometimes I am able to come with a hard dick pounding away. He pumped with the periodic slow down-and-pull-out method to keep himself from the edge but managed to make me come four times.

Well that's four down, only twenty to go!
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Some readers have requested that I post some of the BDSM pictures that I've taken. Here's one of my favorite series.

It's Over

Model: Gina L.

Please note all images are copyrighted and protected under law. Please ask permission before using images for commercial or personal use.

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Calculated compensation

I almost forget how much I enjoy seeing the look on my new bf's face when we are playing. It's a heavenly mixture of fear and arousal that gets me wet just thinking about it.

We've been playing on and off when we see each other at night. One night he begged me to spank him; to turn his ass cheeks red. I obliged humbly as he knows spanking is one of my top three favorite things to do to him. I've noticed that he's been calling me 'Mistress' more and more frequently (if you remember he never referred to me by name for the first 2 months he knew me) and I can't deny that I like the shivers it gives me. As his stress level increases so does his submissive tendencies. It's really got me wondering if for him, the two are tied together, if this really is something that helps him de-stress. How many times have you thought to yourself, "I just wish someone would do this for me" or "I wish I didn't have to make this decision"? That's essentially what happens, by putting me in charge, if only for a couple of hours he is able to let his mind wander freely and just enjoy being my slave and serving me however I see fit.

We're feeding off each other like symbiotic sexual beings, he craves, I deliver, and the cycle continues.

I helped him move out of his old apartment this week, it was 6 grueling hours well past sunrise of carrying things up and down three flights of stairs, packing cars, driving, and doing it all again. We were exhausted at 8am when we all but passed out like worker bees in my bed.

My muscles ached, I was tired, hungry, sleepy, frazzled and when he touched the outside of my pussy lips, I realized I was also slightly horny. Here we were, two highly sore meat sacs still wanting to fuck each others brains out. But first there would be some teasing, some biting, scratching, hair pulling, and sucking. He's gotten rather good at sucking...he was always good with his mouth, but now he sucks my toes, my fingers, my nipples till they perk up, and anywhere else he can get his mouth. It's definitely a feeling I am enjoying. By the end of it all I was too worn out to even resist him parting my thighs and sliding his rock hard cock between them. I usually like to be the one to give the 'go-ahead' for intercourse but that night I couldn't even muster a "slower please". I was like putty.

For this night of moving, now with getting up for work a few short hours ahead, I told him that he owed me...big.

"Anything you want Mistress, you name it," was his truthful reply.

So I waited and I thought about it...and I decided what I wanted. Then, last night before the throws of sleep crept upon us I whispered in his ear.

"I know what I want."

"You always do," he mumbled into his pillow.

I laughed, "No, for helping you move, I know what I want." I said again.

He didn't say anything.

"Don't you want to know what it is?" I goaded him.

"Yes Mistress, tell me what you want," he said.

"I want 3 things," I begin.

Now he turned his face towards mine. I beamed back at him.

"Okay 1: I want you to make me dinner one night. 2: I want to go somewhere with you, somewhere that isn't my bed and 3: I want you to be my slave for 24 hours with no limits." The words tumbled from my mouth.

"Okay Mistress," was his reply.

"Okay? That's not too much is it?" I asked.

"No Mistress, I told you whatever you wanted. But no limits means that I cannot speak freely?" he asked.

"Yes, and you know I don't like the words 'No' and 'Why' unless you ask permission to ask a question." I stated.

"So no limits? I do whatever you say?' he asked again.

"Yes, unless it will cause death," I told him honestly.

"Okay Mistress. I promise to make you proud," he said before kissing me fully on the lips and turning over to sleep.

It's nights like last night I miss seeing him naked, collared, and ass red for me. But really...he's in for a fun filled night because doesn't really know what he's agreed to!
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