Measuring up for Mistress

He can't satisfy me and that's okay...well at least not with his cock.

It's been no secret that since I became sexually active in my teens that I always craved bigger and 'better' cock. At first it started innocently enough (that's how I like to remember it anyway) and I just loved big dicks. I loved everything about them but most of all I loved how they felt inside me. That's it. Big dick? Check! Insertion? Check! Feel good? Ooooohhhhh yeah check!

I'm an older, more mature woman now. Hey, if you say it enough you start to believe it right? Color me jaded but I've come to learn that it's not just enough to have a large schlong anymore, you have to actually know how to use it. I won't forgive myself for showing up late and scantily clad to the 'finese in the bedroom' party but now that I'm here consider me a lifetime member.

My current submissive is not well endowed, he barely touches the tip of average for me (pun intended!) but I appreciate his work ethic between the sheets; dedicated, hard working, and never misses a shift. I mentioned to him once, he fucks like he has a 10 inch cock it's just a shame he doesn't actually have one. So, I thought it only my duty to share what I've learned about massive mound monsters over the years...

Ladies if your partner is well endowed don't let him take a backseat to participation. Make him work for it!

Men with big dicks, you have a responsibility to uphold. No longer will we take your laziness in bed lying down (okay maybe once in a while) but you need to bring your 'A' game when you're with us. If you want to be a star player just remember these simple rules:

1. Foreplay, foreplay, fore-fucking-play! Seriously if you're expecting us to take your oversized one-eyed trouser snake you need to make absolutely sure that we are wet and ready. Feel free to check with fingers, tongue, toys or all of the above.

2. Don't be lazy. Come on, we know that lugging around your clam hammer can be an exhausting task but when it's time to enter Paradise, you'd hate to be the guy taking a nap right? Have a banana or some quick protein to get your energy up so that you can match and maybe exceed us in terms of tantric team effort.

3. Buy your own big condoms you dumb dumb. We're never going to know your balony baton as well as you. Save us the frustration of looking for "the" one in a mad dash at the phramacy on our way to see you. Large, extra large, super, and king size all sound like a good time for us.

4. Don't bottom out without asking us first. I can't speak for all women but I really hate when a guy takes his huge heat seeking moisture missile and rams it until he hits my cervix. A bruised cervix is no fun. Unless she's into pain, which I'm sure she might have mentioned at the start. If she didn't err on the side of caution.

5. Avoid being anyone's first. It really sucks to have that kind of standard set at the very beginning of your sexual experience and then being massively disappointed with all other lap lizards thereafter. If you must, give her a disclaimer letting her know you're a special snowflake.

6. Request blow jobs carefully. You know you have an above average python of love, be considerate if asking and knowing it's a lot to take in---literally! If she says 'no' don't make her feel bad, she might just want to be able to talk for the next couple of days without a painful reminder of biting off more than she could deepthroat.

7. Groom! Your mega moby dick doesn't excuse you from presenting it to us in a pleasing-to-the-eye manner. Also don't forget to get those shaft hairs, they're scraggly looking little buggers when we're faced with them and we don't know whether to laugh or cry when we see them.

8. Be good at something else. Yes, yes, yes, you've got your super sperminator but you don't wanna be called a one trick pony do you? Of course not! Learn the ways of cunnilingus, analingus, heavy petting, and making out like mastermind. Trust me, a little multi-tasking goes a long way. Probably not as long as your cock but still, it's a nice gesture.

9. Do not attempt anal with a novice. I repeat step away from the anus. I mean come on would you want to have a crazy sized Cock-a-saurus Rex as your intro to anal sex? No? Well she probably wouldn't either! Save this for a girl who has a little more anal experience.

10. Communication. What you expecting something more profound? This has nothing to do with size and everything to do with being a good sex partner. Listen to your partner's wants and needs, learn their body language and if you're unsure ask. There's nothing sexier for a woman than hearing "How do you want me?' Remember to share your wants and needs too and see what works best for you both.

And guys who are smaller than average, don't fret. There's positions and techniques that may yet work for you to satisfy your partner. Head over here to check them out.

Lastly for the ladies, unless you're willing to offer some constructive criticism don't make fun of guys with just-ever-so-cutely sized joysticks---if they had a choice in the matter they would've said: "Supersize me please."

P.S. Take my advice with a grain of salt, I'm just a woman who has and will always love big fucking dicks.

The domesticated Domme

The role of Susie Homemaker has never appealed to me.

I hate dishes
I loathe ironing
And window washing?! Death by watching paint dry please!

But I've found I love vacuuming, it's soothing. Dusting makes it easy for me to be excited by the visible progress and wiping the kitchen down creates a aura of "win" within me.

This week I've gone across the ocean 4,000 miles to be with my puppy. And there's nothing more I want to do than to take care of him. I find myself folding his laundry, packing his away bag, brushing his hair and selecting his outfit each day. And it fills me with such a feeling of accomplishment...sat on top of a mound of dominance.

I feed him by hand, chew his food for him, and restrict certain items after certain times and on certain days. Everything that goes into his body is controlled by me. It wasn't until recently that I admitted that I am very Motherly with him.

He has called me Mommy for the past few months and I can't argue that I feel just as titled.

This isn't in the littles or AB way. It's just in a caretaker way. It's another way for me to dominate him. It's a way for him to show his submission to me.

When he has lost his glasses I am there to find them.
When he is getting road rage I am there to calm him.
When he can't decide on what to eat I make the decision for him.

Does this make me any less of a domme?

I don't think so. I've come to find the entire arrangement very suitable for us. I would be lying if I tried to deny the erotic charge that fills me each time he wakes up in his sleeping whispering...

"Mommy, I need you," as he snuggles close against my warm body.

And I've come to feel safe saying, "I need you too."

More than puppy love

I've written and re-written this entry about my meeting with my English puppy but nothing has felt right. Nothing has been able to convey the sheer level of connection that we experienced in his short time here.

I can only describe it as serendipity.

We met online by chance. We live nearly 4,000 miles apart but we clicked in an instant and our first face to face meeting was just as surprising. It feels like the Universe has brought us together for great things.

We fell into each others arms at the airport like old lovers and never left them for a week. He was always at my side or at my feet. Everything we did, everything we said, everywhere we went, just felt...right. All the anxiety was quickly washed away and forgotten as we slipped in and out of full kink mode and our vanilla selves with such ease. I think this is the one person I could easily pull a 24/7 kink relationship off with.

But he is so much more than my puppy.

He is my boy.
He is my pet.
He is my lover.
He is my everything.

These words aren't from behind rose colored glasses I speak. I truly believe this is the real deal. A once in a lifetime kind of love. The kind of love that only poets and Hollywood can bring to life.

He made me feel wanted and cared for and above all else he made me feel womanly. More of a FemDom than I have felt in my life. When I do professional sessions there's a level I need to maintain where I don't let their fantasy become mine. I need to stay focused and in control of making sure they have an enjoyable experience. When I'm with a play partner at the club I know I can't push them to their limits and I certainly don't know how they'll react to all our play or even if we'll sync up. There was none of that with my puppy.

We were in sync from day one. The face slapping, hair pulling, pussy worship, toilet bowl drinking, chastity, heavy spanking and spitting were not only accepted but begged for and as his Mistress and girl I was happy to provide it all.

I'm thinking about changing my safe word to "Time" because it's the only thing I hate more than "Alabama" right now.

I know that our next meeting will be just as electrical and this is one adventure I don't need an itinerary for. I just want to enjoy the ride with my puppy hanging his tongue out the window. And in case anyone was wondering, I did tell the poor chap my name when we met. I couldn't contain the real me, not even for a second and I think from his happy barks the feeling was mutual.

Lustful wet

I want him.
Hard, fast, deep...with me. Inside me.

Any way I can get. Any way that has my hands around his throat and my fingers in his mouth.

I want him.
In between my legs, dripping on my tongue. Hot and sticky.

It's a stand off against time now, who will break first, crying out into the night. Muffled moans over the airways moving like magic.

I need him.
He's mine. I deserve him.
I will take what is mine and all he can do is whimper before the desire takes all that he is.

Giving himself to me piece by piece, cell by cell until all that is left is the essence of us.

40 Days and 40 Nights

"What's the longest you've ever gone without cumming?" 
"Erm, it was 8 days Mistress." I said nervously into the phone. 
'Hahahahahaha!" She laughed. "Oh puppy, we will do better" 

This was one of the first questions Mistress asked me when she first took me under her care, and placed me in her 126 Day Training regime. One of the initial rules I was given was that my cock, was now Mistress's cock. She owned it, and it was now her property, not mine. She told me that I was not allowed to touch her property anymore, except with her permission. 

This is something I had tried before online, but never with the level of commitment from a Domme that Mistress was showing me, and this made it easier to obey and follow. Initially Mistress told me that I would be allowed to cum after 13 days, unless I messed up, and then that date would be moved further back. 

The first week was extremely difficult! Being in this new relationship with an incredible Domme, meant I was in a constant state of arousal. Mistress kept getting me to repeat the phrase to her 'I am a good boy, I will not touch Mistresses cock,' whenever she thought I was wavering to temptation.

The first time my date got moved was after Mistress had ordered her puppy to buy some kinky toys. When they arrived I was given a choice. I could open them now, but the 13 days would reset, or open them later and it would stay the same. Unfortunately (very much like my Mistress) patience is not a strong point of mine. I begged Mistress to let me open my new toys.

She laughed, "Go ahead puppy," as the 13 days mentally and verbally reset. 

Once the toys were open Mistress teased her puppy hard, bringing me just to the point of orgasm, where I was sure I would be released.

"Stop playing with my property and put your toys away baby," she told me over the cam.

This kind of denial was something I had not experienced before and something that excited me a lot. It would have been so easy to 'finish the job' once our cams were off, but I never wanted to. The relationship I felt I was building with this person was too strong to throw away. Mistress is experienced, Mistress knows how to read people, and Mistress was very much in my naughty, slutty head. I knew if I did cum, she would know, she would expose it, and make me confess every detail to her. 

As the days went on, like a stupid slutty pup, I would try to tease Mistress on cam. I would put my body in certain ways on cam, or walk in a certain way. This would never end well for me...at all. Mistress could tease me back so much harder, in so much less obvious, slutty ways. There have been several times I have been twitching at the end of the phone, begging to touch her property. Mistress allowed me a few times to touch her property as she watched, but the deal then became, that I would not be allowed to cum for 40 days and 40 nights. This seemed like such a long time and if this had of been the initial challenge instead of 13, I do not believe I could have done it. Mistress made it clear how proud she would be if i could do it and that after that time she would fully control her property. Of course like everything else she wanted, she convinced me and by the end of one of our many late night phone calls, I was begging to kept locked up for 40 days. 

During these 40 days, with Mistress's permission, I booked a flight from England to America to go and see her. This has made me more excited than I have been for a long time, and I think it has had a similar effect on Mistress too. Mistress told me she had been thinking about making me wait till I arrived to her before release and she wanted to know my thoughts. Mistress is very fair and did give me an option, as she had previously said that I would be allowed out after 40 days. Instantly though I begged her for this. I figured if I could do 40 days, an extra 2 weeks couldn't be that bad, if it meant I could be with her at the end time in chastity. As I type this I am 42 days without having voluntarily cum once, and I look forward to reaching the 50 mark and then soon after getting to Mistress.

I do feel that this time spent is chastity is my best achievement as a submissive to date and I do only have Mistress to thank for that. She has made me so desperate to submit and please her, that I have wanted to deny myself for her sole pleasure. I look forward to getting to her, but not for release, just so i can be hers. And I know in the back of my mind that any bad behavior upon my arrival could mean that Mistress coould decide her puppy can wait just a little longer....

Edited by Natali Noir

Breaking the habit

"I want to do the most disgusting fucked up shit with you," he said with a sigh into the telephone.

I squeezed my eyes tightly, gripping my own phone and tried to stop the flash of images running through my mind:

Taking him over my knee and spanking him until he cried and then as I consoled him choking him and until he nearly passed out, spitting in his mouth as he gasped for air only to let him catch his breath and do it over again. And when he had gotten himself together, I'd drag him by the hair to the toilet and hold his head in until I thought he had drank enough.

I think it was safe to say I wanted to do some pretty fucked up shit with him as well. The kind of shit I might have seen pictures of online but never thought I'd partake in.

I was beginning to remember why I had renamed my decade long journey from mundane to Mistress---Down The Rabbit Hole when I recounted it to others.

He was saying, 'Drink me'.
And I was saying, 'More'.

This all started about two months ago. I was browsing Collarspace as I happen to do every once in awhile when I need a good laugh at the profiles or when looking for eye-candy. One of these is much more prevalent on a site like this...

I had stumbled upon his profile and it was innocuous enough, save for the bit about him being picky about whom he served. He was one of the few submissive men I'd seen that stated they didn't just throw themselves at any ol "Dommey Domme".

I liked this.

I liked his picture so I sent a quick note of "Cute :)" and nothing more. Within moments we were chatting on messenger. Hours passed, I learned about his kink experience, his fetishes, what he wanted in his future, hell he'd even been foolish enough tell me his real name. He held nothing back that I wanted to know and this made me feel even more in charge of him with each word we exchanged. When he called me 'Mistress' my loins tingled, I felt dizzy and my heart raced.

What the hell was happening to me? What was he doing to me?

Night grew to morning and morning grew into day...we realized at some point we should sleep.

The next day I asked him to enter my 126 Day Submissive Training Program and after negotiating a light contract and he accepted. We haven't stopped talking each day and each night since. We're feeding off of each other and I can't tell whether that's going to be the base of a beautiful thing or the weak crutch of a terrible short lived mistake.

I'm a woman who knows what I want and what I wanted was him.

Oh yes he might have been in another time zone over 4,000 miles away, half the world apart but that didn't stop us. Each day those miles have seemed to melt away as I knew he be under my boot in just 21 short days.

My little lost puppy will be finding his way to me and I will greet him with open arms.

Are we crazy? Maybe a little.
Will this be worth it? We hope so.
Is it going to be fucking hot? Absolutely!

Podcast - Episode 4 -"Consent Violation & Privacy"

This week we're getting deep into 'Consent Violation' & 'Privacy Among Kinksters'. I'll also answer one Kinky Question of The Day (KQOTD) from a reader.

Here are the podcast highlights...

** 00:28 - Consent, consent violations, and consensual non-consent

** 15:55 - Scene names and how to keep yourself/identity protected

** 23:34 - Kinky Question of The Day "What are some warm-up techniques before play?"

** 27:30 - Next week's topics---Poly, mono-poly, and navigating the scene as a non-poly person

Links
Consent & BDSM: The State of Law

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FemDom: Not all it's pegged up to be

I am a FemDom.

For all intent purposes.

I am a female dominant who controls the relationships I am in through the use of power exchange and an overall power dynamic.

This is my public service announcement to say something that has really irritated me for quite some time.


FEMDOM ≠ Strap-on play!

It doesn't equal pegging, anal play, or any other form of a female taking your asshole as hers. I'm sorry the media has lied to you. And by media I mean every Tumblr, Twitter, Reddit or other imagery bucket that could be construed as knowing what the hell they're talking about. I'm saddened that the first set of images I see when I Google "Female domination BDSM" all portray females with massively sized strap-on cocks.

You wanna know a secret? I've been in the scene for over 10 years and I haven't pegged one person. Not one.

*waits for the dramatic gasps*

Yes, insane I know.

Don't misunderstand me; anal play can definitely be a form of female dominance. But it's not my form. And it's not every FemDom's form. We don't all crave the feeling of a cock between our legs, well least not the strap-on kind. We're not all foaming at the mouth to tie you down, bend you over, and make you beg for X amount of inches. The men who choose to engage in female led dynamics seem to come with a duffle bag of pre-conceived notions about what FemDom should and shouldn't be. Before I promptly gag them I want them to know that my female dominance is about whatever the fuck I want it to be. Period. That's the beauty of true female domination. It's not about you. It's not about your penis. It's not about what you think. It's not about what you want.
It's about ME.

Are there any other questions?

A Weekend reunion

It was a welcome change of pace: My first ever big kink event outside of a dungeon and I was surrounded by a large number of kinksters who I identified with. I’m certainly not one who prefers to be surrounded only by people who share the same skin color as me, but I do find it quite intimidating when my Miss and I are in the extreme minority when attending local kink events.  Not only are we in a female domme led relationship, but we are both also people of color.  That's why when I heard that there was an event tailored to include (but not exclusive to) people of color, I had to admit that I was very excited.

Our first evening consisted mostly of socializing with other kinksters and making some new acquaintances.  

The next evening is when I felt the event really started.

When we entered the dungeon, I expected the usual mixture of women screaming and being dominated while in rope.  However, what I was treated to was far different from what I had imagined. There was a veritable mixture of various forms of play.  I could hardly keep up with all the happenings, a female dominating a bound male with a single-tail, needle play in the corner, cupping nearby, wrestling, and wand play. It completely blew my mind as these were all people of color. I felt a little ashamed of our local clubs as the scenes were often dominated with male kinksters whose only interest was tying women up and beating them and seeing much more than that in action put a smile on my face.

As I looked around the room, I also realized a harbored kink of mine was beginning to take shape. I have an eye and desire for booty. I admit that to myself.  It seems that especially within the PoC kink community there is a plethora of women with thick thighs and large, round posteriors. I visually drank it in.  In spite of that, I still only had eyes for Miss who never fails to wear the most eye catching attire whenever we enter a dungeon. I was laid out onto a table and tortured with the Wartenberg wheel, which is one my Domme’s favorite devices.  We eventually made our way to the floor, where my I enjoyed a sensual session of being objectified for her pleasure. I enjoyed feeling her full weight on me as she used me as a table. I was joyful at the sight of a room full of PoC kinksters and aroused by the fact that I was enjoying it with my Mistress.

We made our way up to the after parties later that night and I will only say what happens at after parties stay at after parties. :)

The next day my Miss and I booked our first kinky photo shoot. She really enjoyed every moment of it (see the picture in this post) and we loved how all the photos came out. We also attended two demos so that I could learn a bit more about other forms of play. I watched a demonstration of impact play involving two males.  It piqued my interest and I expressed to my Miss that I was open to exploring it a bit more if she were interested. We also watched a session on squashing. This also captured my interest as I already enjoyed my Mistress utilizing her body weight to overpower me physically.  

That evening she made use of the violet wand which never fails to overpower me with sensation.Every little zip and zap sent waves through me, increasing my state of arousal. Even tied to the table I felt my body lifting off whenever a wave of electricity rolled through me.

Next she blindfolded me and bound in me rope. This wasn't uncommon as she as stated how much she enjoys seeing me tied p for her visual pleasure but next she surprised me. She lifted me up and off the ground (yes, she's that strong!) and spun me around in the air sporadically. She'd place me on my feet for a moment and let me get my balance but then she'd spin me again.  It was a very frightening experience as I couldn’t see anything around me but my trust was in her completely because I had no way to keep myself from falling.  

I was then placed me on the floor and felt my my body being covered in a unique sort of bag. It was soft on the skin but also so tight that once I was completely cocooned within it I could not move. It seemed the name of the game was sensory deprivation. I was completely lost in my own world of pleasure and pain as Mistress played with my body in every way she saw fit---and there was a lot! 

One of the first questions I remember asking her at the end of it all was “Can we do this again next year?”


Edited for approval by: Natali Noir

Podcast Episode 3 -"Sub care & hard limits"

On this week's episode we'll talk about the 'Subspace, Subdrop, & Aftercare' and 'Hard & Soft Limits". I'll also answer one Kinky Question of The Day (KQOTD) from a reader.

Here are the podcast highlights...

** 01:03 - Understanding subspace, subdrop and the importance of aftercare/aftercare techniques

** 13:35 - How to identify and establish hard and soft limits

** 21:33 - Kinky Question of The Day "What's a good Mistress name for myself?"

** 27:01 - Next week's topics---Consent violation and maintaining privacy while in the scene

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