I’ve been told I should stop smoking, but have never had even the slightest desire to stop smoking. There’s something so delicious about the act of slowly removing a crisp, tight cylinder from its pack, rolling it between My fingers, allowing one of My peons the privilege of lighting Me up, and then inhaling that first, [...]
Posts under ‘Fetish’
The Sport of Queens
Went to another match, last week, and it was titillating. Just look at those gorgeous things, tearing each other’s hair out.
The best part is — winner fucks the loser! That way, I always win. Love a woman who knows her way around a monster strap-on. The tag teams are even more exciting…
My New Favorite Thing
These classic Dominatrix ballet shoes have a 7″ spiked heel and they are fabulous!
I received them as a gift this afternoon from one of My little weasels (he’s been a very bad boy of late, and I was thinking of kicking his ass to the curb with a pair of steel-toed boots).
They take some getting [...]
Bitch Fight!
Watching men fight makes Me wish they would just kill each other and get it over with, but there’s something terribly erotic about women going a few rounds.
Pillow fights are for girls, wrestling is for women. Strap-ons are for winners to fuck losers. Which makes for a win-win situation, does it not? I knew you’d [...]
Giving you the Boot
Being 5′10″ in stocking feet has its advantages. Being 6′3″ in heels is exhilarating. I have always felt most comfortable walking the line between pleasure and pain. Especially when that line is drawn down your backside.
Mistress Smokes
There’s nothing like a good smoke before, during, and after chaining you to My wall of shame. A cigarette lasts longer than your composure, and tastes better than fear smells.
Strict Women Spanking
Nothing is more laughably offensive than a “man” who believes he’s in charge. It’s best to disabuse them of this mystifying and ludicrous delusion, as quickly, firmly, and completely as possible.
Sometimes a Cigar Is Just the Beginning
Men may come and go without notice, but a woman never forgets her first cigar. Mine was a Partagas, smoked in a villa on St. Barts. With whom, I don’t remember (and that is of no consequence). It tasted of coffee and chocolate and sex. To this day, I prefer Cuban cigars above all others, though learned to have them custom made.
