Philadelphia Dominatrix: Beauty and the Feet Beast, Part II —-

Finally what he desired was so close, and he literally trembled at the sight of bare flesh. “Roll my hose down the rest of the way, and don’t snag them or you’ll be ordering me a new pair from Agent Provocateur, bitch!” He did, right to the end of my toes. “Now take them off with your mouth and carry them, one at a time, to my shoes.” He did, but took his sweet time doing it, so I made him bow down to the floor and lashed his perky little ass with my whip a couple times… just for shits and giggles. I made him lie on his back on the floor and used him as my personal footstool for a few minutes, trailing my shapely feet over his torso and holding them tantalizingly close to his face. Finally I placed both feet over his mouth and nose and told him to breathe deep. He stared moaning in pleasure, and i slapped him hard across the cheek with my right foot. “Shut the fuck up, you little slut, no making obscene noises unless i think its OK to.You drove all¬† the way from New York to Philadelphia to see Me! Piss me off and you will be dismissed!” “Yes, Mistress,” he whimpered.

I took out a small bottle of coconut oil and made him massage my feet as I enjoyed another glass of the bubbly. I have to admit, the little foot whore knew his technique. Soon I purring in delight as he worked his fingers into my high arched and between my toes. “Lick ’em, slut.” I ordered. “No spit, no teeth and if you tickle I’ll kick you in the face.” Soon he lapped and sucked my toes covering every square inch of my feet with his obedient little tongue. I even allowed him to continue to massage my legs up to the knee, and rewarded him by balancing on one leg and pouring a little of my drink down my leg to drip into his unworthy mouth. Finally I allowed him to play a game of “hot and cold” as I Walked over his torso and ran my feet all over his face and mouth. I turned and hitched up my skirt to give him a peek at my luscious ass, and then rewarded his excellent massage technique and eagerness to please by letting him suck on my toes and gag him with my feet as he was finally permitted release.

He even tipped me for having “the most beautiful feet he’d worshiped” in years… Smart little bitches always get a good time. And I always get a good foot rub, or a good workout with my whips… ūüôā

 

 

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Philadelphia Dominatrix: Beauty and the Feet Beast, Part 1

Beauty and the Feet Beast, Part I

Foot fetishists are the best… I adore it when a slave contacts me about a feet-only session. Of course, the downer is when they are bad at rubbing them, or they get spittle all over your nice new Louboutins. “You fuck up my stilettos, bitch, you are gonna buy me a new pair.”¬† Recently I had 2 all-foot slaves. One just literally wanted to smell them, caress them and have me trample his unworthy face, neck and chest; both in heels and without. We started off with him groveling on all fours, begging to be allowed to kiss and smell my feet. I wore this great pair of Metropolis Predator heels, shiny patent leather and the heel formed like something out of an Alien movie.

I paced around him and told him he wasn’t allowed to move but was only allowed to admire my feet and legs in the thigh high hose i had on under my corset. Once he had done a good enough job of being appreciative and vocal about how sexy my feet and legs were, I permitted him to gently kiss my toes. I held my favorite lash in one hand and told him if i saw or felt any tongue or spit, or if he dared to try to breathe in the scent of my feet without permission, that he’d feel the wrath of a Goddess ignored. Well-behaved little whore he was, he didn’t leave even a drop of spit as he kissed. I then allowed him to proceed with kissing every square inch of my stilettos, top and bottom. Once he’d satisfied me by proving he could follow direction, I sat in a chair, and made him sit back on his haunches as I crossed my legs and ran my hands over my silky hose. I flashed him a discreet peek of my satin and lace black boy cut underwear and told him he was allowed to crawl over and to sit, like the good dog he is.

I told the little bitch to carefully pour me a glass of my favorite champagne, iced cold in the bucket next to me, and sat back to sip and enjoy as he was then allowed to remove my heels. “Carry those over to the other side of the room, using only your mouth, bitch.” I ordered. He did so with care, using only his lips, no teeth allowed. I had him curl up on the floor like¬† a protective momma cat around her kittens, and told him to carefully sniff and inhale the scent of my feet from the inside of my shoes. “Place the shoe over your mouth and nose, slutbag, and breathe in deep. Inhale that Goddess perfume and tell me how good it smells, fuckwad.”

He did, and at my command was allowed to speak and tell me how much he enjoyed the salty, sweet smell of my feet. I could see the little fucker was getting nice and turned on, wearing my shoe like a mask over his face. “Put those down neatly and come here, dog!” He crawled on hands and knees towards me, stopping and putting his head to the ground when told. I unsnapped the garters from my hose and rolled the tops down to my knees…

 

 

 

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Silence of The Dommes

So, roleplay is one of our favorite things in session, especially in doubles. One time in one of our many visits to Boston, we had a fun time with a regular who enjoys a tickle fetish. He wanted Domina Lexx to play his sister, and me his meek, over-burdened nurse. He was a paraplegic multimillionaire, who had lost use of his legs in a car accident and bitterly treated his poor nurse as nothing better then a servant and object for his much unwanted sexual advances. We began with me giving him his daily therapy of a massage and stretching exercises to keep his useless legs toned and strong.

God knows what the fuck for.

I was dressed in a short, tight white nurses uniform with my favorite garter and hose; Domina wore a short leather miniskirt and leather corset and bra, as the pig was into incest fantasy too. Domina was supposed to sit and beg him for his sperm to create a baby with and carry on the family blood line, while he enjoyed me straddling his back and massaging him.

Finally when we had enough of this braggart, we gassed him with a chloroform rag and tied him down to the bed on his back. We then spent the next half hour tickling him and punishing his boorish ways by revealing that in fact he was a fool and was being duped my Domina and I- we actually had been lovers for years and all the times he thought he was being a stud and hitting on me, really he was being cuckolded by his own sweet sister… Lesbian talk really gives me a giggle, and he was so turned on by all the pussy licking talk that when we finally allowed him use of his hand, he took one little caress and it was all over…….To this day we still get emails about when we’ll be back… I think next time I might have to tell him try a different book to play off of.¬† Ha!¬† ūüôā

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A little sploshing

I saw one of My regular toys the other evening. He’s very into sploshing which I do not get to do very often. It can get a bit messy but I have an enjoyable time none the less. Besides, I can get him to eat most of the mess. He also loves feet and humiliation. The more dirty and degrading the better. How delightful! I make him do the most ridiculous things. I’ve covered him in chocolate sauce, trampled and rubbed My feet all over him and made him lick all the chocolate off ¬†My dirty feet. I spit on him, I’ve stuffed him with cupcakes to then make him eat it. The other night I was nice enough to allow him to jerk off onto a piece of cake. Of course I then made him eat it. ¬†Whatever he could’t eat he had to rub on himself. The depravity is endless with him. I know he enjoys every second of the humiliation. I mean how else would he be able to get an attractive woman to pay any attention to him? I do enjoy playing with him. He is very sweet and submissive. I wanted to try jello at one point but realized the food coloring would be a pain in the ass to get off. I think our next session I may try pudding. Smooth and silky to the one it is being rubbed all over. Would glide nicely over the skin.

Mistress Isadora

Foot Fetish

I was recently reminded of why I enjoy foot fetishists so much. He had never seen a Pro Domme before. His email was kind, respectful and honest. Qualities I look for in a potential pet. His main interest was worshiping My feet. I asked if there was anything else he may be interested in exploring. He said he trusted Me and if there was something I enjoy, he was open to trying it. I just love hearing that. Once a pet makes me aware of hard limits and I know their interests, I can think of some creative activities that we would both enjoy.
He arrived dressed for the occasion. He told Me he had actually gotten done work early that day so he was able to shower, shave and get changed. He said he read My website and wanted to present himself at his best. I always prepare Myself for a session and when a slave prepares himself to impress Me and go beyond following directions, it is just a delight from the start. From here we got right to it.
I told him to start by kneeling at My feet, kiss My shoes. I also knew he had a stocking fetish, so of course I had on black lace top thigh high stockings. He asked if he could kiss My legs and I allowed it. I too adore the feeling of stockings on My skin. We spent the next few hours exploring foot fantasies. Did some light bondage,teasing and trampling, even let him lick some chocolate off My feet. Most of our session was spent with him massaging My feet. He was afraid I would get bored with him but quite the contrary. Who would not like a long foot massage? Foot fetishists obviously give fantastic foot massages. We chatted about our similar interests, wine and travel, as he rubbed and kissed My feet. That was definitely a mutually satisfying experience. I told him next time to bring some wine and grapes. I’m already thinking of a foot play scene for our next time together!

Know your place

There have been a few things recently that have really annoyed me. I will start with slaves who lose sight of what it means to be a personal slave. About a year and a half ago, I had a slave who had been serving me for about 5 months. He was interested in serving me as a personal slave. We discussed what was to be expected and he was fine with it. At the time I thought he would be a fine candidate. Respectful, followed my instructions, didn’t cancel. Over the next few months he was a great little pet. Took me shopping as I used him as a cart and a wallet, to dinner where I would make him eat my pre chewed food and drink the cocktail I just spit in, ran errands for me, did laundry, cleaned my bathroom and chauffeured. The problems began when he put his wants before Mine and it was quite obvious. It seems he lost sight that he was a slave and here to serve My wants and needs. We would make plans for him to do his slavely duties, then I wouldn’t hear from him. A day or so later I would be contacted by him with some excuse like I didn’t feel well, I though you meant today not yesterday. The excuses just got more lame as time went on. When I called him out and refused to entertain his inquiries for a session, he admitted that he was putting his wants ahead of mine. I gave him a second chance out of the kindness of my heart. He promised he would no longer lose sight of what was important which was making Me happy at any cost. The last draw was recently. We made plans for him run errands for me. I contacted him in the morning to let him know the plans for the next day and see when else he was available that week as I was extremely busy and needed laundry done. I didn’t hear back from him until late in the evening to which he informed me he was breaking our plans because he got Phillies tickets. He also couldn’t get together later in the week to run errands for me but mentioned how he would be willing to come over and rub my feet. Really?! Now I understand things happen from time to time and plans may need to be adjusted but to show blatant disrespect for My time is unacceptable. This bitch no longer has the privilege of being seen with Me in public.
I now have a new slave who has expressed an interest at being a personal slave. I explained to him he will need to prove himself to Me over the next few months. He’s a fun little pet. Loves getting trampled and having My tiny feet crush his cock, even a refreshing golden shower. My issue with him is that he makes promises like sending Me a gift card every week which is sweet. My problem is that he is supposed to send them on a specific date yet the last 2 times, I have had to contact him to see why it was not sent. Both times, he forgot. Now if you are trying to make a good impression do you consistently forget to do your duties? Do you make promises you can’t keep also known as your mouth writing checks your ass can’t cash? I think not. To me it just shows unreliability and I really do not have time for that. Especially as a candidate for a personal slave.

Kinky thoughts,

Mistress Isadora

Careful, you may get what you wish for.

I had the most delightful session with a new slave. He wanted to leave the entire session up to Me which is something I rather enjoy. He had some experience and of course he read through My site so he knew what he was getting into. It’s refreshing when a slave is articulate and can communicate especially with hard limits, and his were few. Now here to my favorite part, his one request. He requested we start as soon as he walked through the door. No pleasantries just a kick in the balls or a slap in the face. As soon as he said that, you should have seen the smile on my face. This is a rare request from a new slave.
He called when he was outside, on time as I had instructed. I buzzed him in and opened the door. He walked in the studio and I shut the door behind him. I turned around to face him, looked him in the eyes, smiled and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. His look of shock was priceless. It only lasted a moment as I gave him a nice kick in the balls that brought him to his knees. I laughed because nothing brings Me more pleasure than bringing a man to his knees. I gave him a moment to let it all sink in as he lay on the floor. I told him to crawl over and kiss My feet. He did and I said “Be careful what you wish for.” With his head on the ground, I put My foot on the back of his head and gave him further instruction. I told him to strip and hand me his wallet. I took what I wanted, just like I was going to do with him.
The session flowed effortlessly This type of session is great. Total power exchange. I just need to know a slaves hard limits and will guide the journey from there. Now I know this isn’t for everyone, but it’s great when there are no expectations just chemistry. That’s why I do not do scripted scenes. Specific interests are fine just don’t try to dictate every aspect of the scene prior to meeting. I prefer to just flow from one thing to another. Go where ever my perverted mind takes me.
When I noticed our time was up I told him “Get your clothes back on. I am now finished with you for the day.” When he was finished, I instructed him to kneel by the door. I walked over and slapped him across the face. I then grabbed the hair on the back of his head, opened my mouth and let the spit flow onto his face. When I was finished I told him to stand up. I then opened the door and without speaking he knew to quietly walk out. When I shut the door I knew that we both had a mutually satisfying experience.

Kinky thoughts,

Mistress Isadora

 

Expanding Horizons…

So tonight instead of bending someone to My will, I attended the Norweigen Celebration in Fairount Park. Now, I am not a fish person (no lesbo jokes, heh heh) but I went to support a friend and ended up meeting several new people and tasting quite a few things I would never have before. I have found I like salt-cured salmon on toast points, and I can abide seafood soup so long as I avoid the actual seafood chunks in the broth. Eating shrimp is a no for me, and since this shrimp was served with heads on, absolute no no no… But it does prove you can teach an old dog new tricks (hey! Not that old!) and that there is always room for more in your personal palate….

I have several subs that have come to me practical virgins… and now they are some of the broadest ranging I have. I have, for instance, a sissy slut that came to me knowing what she/he wanted, but unable to express it or be in a non-freaked head space after a session.¬†He/she warned me that typical behavior was to bolt to the bathroom, hurriedly dress and leave in a panic. Our first session, after all was said and done, I witnessed this “freak-out”, and instead of allowing¬†the headspace of our session to subside, I kept my distance and still stayed close enough to stroke my sub’s leg and croon encouragment while they subsided to the real world. Ever since, zero problems with coming down from a mind-fucked session. Even the rawest newbie can adapt with the proper support system. And even the cruelest top can be a font of care and concern when needed to be.

Sometimes it’s not what you do in a session but the way you take care of your partner after that matters. I often stress in my “intro to BDSM” classes that the most important¬†part of playing is the bonding and easing out of the headspace you get into and reassuring each other that what you¬†are doing is not sick, or wrong, or anything¬†other then your own personal likes- it’s merely a part of who you, and so many many other people, are.

But back to trying new things… I love it when a sub I’ve seen comes to me and has new ideas they want to try. Some work, some don’t, but often the things I do spontaenously work out the best.¬†Depending on the mood, I¬†often interject something new, something we’ve¬†never done or that they’ve expressed¬†interest in. Often they are surprised and enjoy themselves immensely, not knowing that something they would never have chosen by themselves would have such a positive return. Rarely though they react negatively, and¬†this is a true Dom’s role- to read your sub and adjust accordingly. Unless you are a true sadist (and if so, have found a masocist who understands your game and plays accordingly, willingly, to your particular kink), causing unwanted pain in your bottom is¬†not the point. Dominating your partner is. Forcing your will on them so that they want to fufill your desires is the goal.¬†But if they don’t enjoy your desires as you do, then it loses the shine of the moment. It takes you from an actual dominator to a mere playground bully. And that’s the last thing a real Dom is, isn’t it…? So common, so low brain. Anyone can be an asshole, but it takes¬†a true master to learn to¬†read the body and emotions of their subservient… don’t you agree?

 

Mistress X

A few of my favorite things…

Sometimes when I am at home I wonder about having a little pocket slave to do mundane things for me. Like my laundry. Or cleaning my kitchen floor, preferably in French maid garb. Or when I’m relaxing with Domina Lexx watching movies, to massage my feet and paint my toenails. Or scoop the poo out of my cat trays. Mostly tho I think it would be fun to have some who would quietly move around my home, tidying up, making sure dinner is ready and preparing a hot bath for me without even having to ask.¬†Sometimes¬†I think that would be fun, but I¬†know¬†that would not be the ideal situation for me.

I relish my privacy. I love the peace and quiet of my home. I¬†like¬†being able to know that I can sit around bare ass naked, reading a book and drinking wine, with no one to bother me. And while it would be amusing to have a naked slave to prop my feet on instead of my leather ottoman, I could only do with that for a weekend. I love the idea of having a sub over to clean my carpets- real ones, not my beaver, pervs ūüėČ – and then sit quietly by my feet while I shop online with their credit card and allow them to massage my calves. I think I could truly enjoy a weekend of using someone as my furniture and having them organize my panties by color and texture- but that would be all.

I adore¬†chaining¬†a slave to my dungeon wall and treating them to a a thorough lashing with one of my floggers, or binding them up in plastic wrap and gagging them and leaving to have a drink while they painfully await my return. I love blindfolding and playing loud music so that they only know where I am by my perfume, my breath and the gentle touches I may treat them to before I run an electrical current through their balls. But I also love watching a slave indulge in their fetishes too. Watching a slave caress and lick my feet, savoring every inch of the soles, sucking on my toes and watching that light of happiness come into their eyes gives me my own sense of pleasure too. Or forcing a slave to watch in the mirror as I torment them, and always that same look of “coming home” settles in their faces. It is reminiscent of seeing a small child lick an ice cream cone, or stressed-out smoker take that first drag of a ciggie after a stressful day. But would I¬†want¬†to come home and have to be “on” all the time? No. Not even for that look of bliss that tells me I have done a very good job topping whoever I may see that day.

This is why I love my job… I get to be the secret me and indulge in what truly satisfies me, then go home to my every day life with a secret smile upon my lips…. Bliss.

Idle thoughts of a Dominatrix….

Sometimes it’s nice to get away, but it’s always nice to come back home. The Bahamas are great, sunny, hot and with a plethora¬†of people to watch and be amused by. Why is it that no matter where you go there are always “those people”? You know, the guy who looks like he’s wearing a hair shirt in the Speedo on the blanket next to you, the fat woman in the tiny bikini, her rolls of fat glistening with tanning oil… the hot girl who spends her time making sure everyone is looking at her and therefore making herself UNATTRACTIVE, and the Jersey Shore rejects strutting the beach, talking in bad New York accents and enough hair gel to style a third-world country. Then there’s me, huddled on my lounger in a white men’s button down shirt under the umbrella, frantically reapplying sunscreen and still getting burned. You know, that girl that as they walk by, everyone wonders what the hell she’s doing on a beach when it’s obvious the sun hates her?

Well, even the albinos of the world need some downtime, peeps. So sunburn and freckles be damned, I am going to read my trashy novels and drink too many mixed drinks and attempt to tan, damn it! I had such a great time in Atlantis, all the water slides and rafting, and the general malaise in the air. Still, I found myself doing what I always do, sizing people up, wondering if the guy who won’t put his Black Berry down and talks self importantly secretly wants to be bound up in duct tape and have someone piss on his face. Or if the skinny business man in the droopy swim trunks and a pot belly whiter then my legs is wishing to be dressed in women’s clothes and forced to submit to S/O worship. And, does that older gentleman with that hot younger woman (and I can’t tell- daughter? wife? Mistress?) is waiting for the sun to go down so he can be tied to a bed and thrashed soundly with a cat o’ nine tails…

This is my secret game. I like to sit out in the real world and wonder what kink random strangers are hiding. Does that lawyer have on women’s undies under that power suit? Is the weird guy in my mailroom a closet leather fetishist? What would my boss look like dress up in a pink maid’s outfit and high heels being chased around my dungeon with a paddle while I accuse him/her of stealing from me in a roleplay? I suppose it’s like any one’s idle thoughts really- probably pretty weird to anoyone who knew, but a small pleasure for me alone to enjoy….

Mistress X