Masturbation Games Monday – Week 1

I decided that it would be fun to play a few masturbation games.  After all, who doesn’t like them?  I suppose one might not if they are in chastity, and unable to play.  That would make them bench warmers, wouldn’t it?  The idea makes me grin, as I picture them sitting with their chastity devices dangling between their legs, and a dejected look on their faces.

The Rest of You Can Play

We won’t always be playing the same games, but there will always be one constant rule…no orgasms in conjunction with the games unless I say.  If you have a free range cock, then you can cum later on during another masturbation session.  If the ownership of your cock has passed from you to me, you can still play, you just have to obey the directives that you’ve already been given.  Unless, of course, I am your keyholder, or have forbidden you to touch my cock.  If so, you can sit patiently on the Chastity Bench that we talked about above.

Roll ’em

This week we are going to play a simple dice game.  Let’s take a look at today’s roll.

Masturbation Monday

Masturbation Monday

As you can see, I rolled a 6.  What I want you to do is take your dominant hand, stroke 6 times, then switch to your other hand and stroke 6 times.  That counts as one round.  You are to continue through the rounds until it feels as if you cannot possibly take another stroke without blowing your load.  Then come back, and leave me a comment telling me how many rounds you managed to go.

If you lose track of the rounds, you have to start all over again.  But that is not a bad thing, as that means more lovely edges, and more lovely orgasm denial!

Follow those same instructions for the rest of the week.  If you have any questions, post them below.

Tuesday’s roll

Tug it Tuesday

Tug it Tuesday

Wednesday’s roll

Wank it Wednesday

Wank it Wednesday

Thursday’s roll

Thrust into your fist Thursday

Thrust into your fist Thursday

Friday’s roll

Fondle your fuck stick Friday

Fondle your fuck stick Friday

Saturday’s roll

Satisfy your schlong Saturday

Satisfy your schlong Saturday

Sunday’s roll

Stroke it Sunday

Stroke it Sunday

Let the games begin, strokers!

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Relinquishing Control

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Notes: I think we’ll try something that should be fun. If you are a fan of any form of cock control, check back on Monday for a new masturbation games series.  I have also done a mini-update of my About page.

Let’s examine the word control, shall we?  The dictionary.com site defines it as “to exercise restraint or direction over; dominate; command”

Just reading that gives me a case of the pleasant shivers.  I am driven by the need to control.  One might say that it is the motive power for my sexual being.  It fuels the machine, so to speak.  Can I have experiences that are enjoyable that do not allow me to to control another?  Yes, of course.  But I find that for me…in terms of pleasure derived…they are a weak imitation.

Of course, for me to control, there needs to be someone to relinquish control.  That, pets, is where you come in.

Power Exchange

Power exchange can take on many forms.  I think that the term gets skewed and confused with TPE, or total power exchange.  While power exchange situations can certainly be of the total variety, it is not at all necessary, and 99.9% of them are not anything that resembles a total power exchange.  That could very easily lend itself to a very lengthy post about whether total power exchange really *is* total power exchange, but we’ll leave that for perhaps another time.

Types of Power Exchange

A power exchange can really be anything that the two parties involved agree that it should be.  One may simply need a respite from the demands of the day, and a 10 minute guided masturbation session is exactly what the doctor ordered.  Another may yearn to have their orgasms controlled on a long term basis.  Another may want me to dictate what types of panties they wear to work every day.  Another could want the non-erotic areas of their life controlled, and could want me to take the lead in any number of goals that they have.  The possibilities truly are endless, and each of them bring me pleasure.  Because they give me what I crave…control.

Why Give Up Control?

Obviously, the reasons for wanting to relinquish control are as varied as the individuals who wish to do it.  I do think that people who aren’t driven to one side of that coin falsely assume that the person who wants to give up control is weak in some regard.  My time with both distance domination and face-to-face has shown me that the opposite is most always true.

Generally speaking,  people who wish to cede control are people who are otherwise very much in control in one, if not many aspects of their lives.  There are the exceptions to that rule of course.  There are those who are such a jumbled mess that they need “fixing” and want me to take control of them.

However, for the most part, those of you who want to give up control…in whichever form you wish to do it…are dynamic, successful individuals that the rest of the world turns to for answers.  You seek a place where you don’t have to think, or make decisions. You seek a place that allows you the freedom to simply be…to experience…to feel…to be alive.

 

Don’t you?

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An Ode to Ruined Orgasms

Full orgasm? Denied!I absolutely LOVE ruined orgasms! Actually, I suppose I should clarify that. I love to ruin other people’s orgasms.  Mine will stay delicious, as they well should be.  Yours however…well, did you ever get an “I” for incomplete in a class?  That was rather unsatisfactory, wasn’t it?  All that effort put in, and nothing of substance to show for it.  A ruined orgasm is rather the same thing, I think.

Ruined Orgasms Are Fun…For Me!

I understand that our perspective may differ, but mine is the only one that matters in this equation.  I wrote this little ditty to put it in a more artsy framework.

An Ode to Ruined Orgasms

Tormented cock, twitching helplessly,

Rightfully denied, for my amusement

Released but yet contained, unsatisfied and left yearning

Next time…perhaps

Pearlescent drops gleam against purple hued head

Alas, no full bliss, no sweet draining

But rather unfilling jets

Empty of meaning

Your anguished cries

Adorn me with a smile

~ Miss S

What Exactly Is a Ruined Orgasm?

A ruined orgasm is just what it sounds like.  It is an orgasm…of sorts…though the pleasure one normally associates with it is removed.  By me.  ~soft laugh~  That can happen in any number of methods, including, but not limited to, ceasing to stimulate, blocking the flow, prostrate massaing and thwacking.  All of these seem better to me when they are combined with good old-fashioned mind-fuckery.

Why Would You Want a Ruined Orgasm?

There is, of course, no single reason that applies to all people.  In my experience, most of the reasons involve some variation of it keeping the man in a heightened state of arousal and awareness.  It also helps keep his energy focused on where it should be, which is pleasing Mistress.  I know that it pleases the hell out of me!

Have you ever played with orgasm ruination?  What did you think about experience?

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Mind Fucking During Cuckold Play

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Notes: For the curious ones…yes, that is an image of me.  As the internet is forever, and we live in a prudish society, it is highly unlikely that you will ever see a full shot of my face.  It’s understood that men are visual creatures, and we can enjoy many images/videos together to stoke your fires.  They just will not be of me.  If you require that, you will be best served to look elsewhere.  I’m better suited for the type of man who enjoys an intelligent, engaging mind, and who is understanding and respectful of my need for privacy.

I love a good mind fuck.  I truly, truly do.  Other than a few rare instances, situations that cause mental torment excite me far more than anything that is explicitly graphic.  Unless that graphic material features James Deen.  Then I am down to watch it.  He’s my current favorite male porn star, and I can’t see that changing anytime soon.  He is the antithesis of men in porn, which is likely what makes me enjoy him so much.   For me, he would be the perfect bull stud to cuck someone with.

When the Cuck Wants it Too Much

Cuckoldry is not only extremely fascinating, it is a great deal of fun to engage in.  I vacillate between which type I like the most…when the man is resistant, and I rub his face in it, or when he’s begging me to please take another man’s cock.  Either scenario is really a win for me.

I’ve been toying with this local sub for a few months, and he certainly falls in the latter category.  I’d taken some time to explore the recesses of his mind, and knew that he was practically salivating at the idea of getting to fluff or possibly be rewarded with a cream pie.  He’s never been allowed to see me fully nude, let alone touch me in an erotic manner, so he was nearly out of his mind with anticipation about it.

That was rather amusing to me. ~soft laugh~

So, of course, I let him think that it was going to play out just like his wet-dream fantasy.  I just nodded and smiled, as he bounded about like an over-excited puppy, while I laid my mental plans to pull the rug out from under his feet.

 Sensory Deprivation is Fun!

Though purists in the art of sensory deprivation will be left feeling unfilled, a modified scenario of that is what I had in mind for he-who-longed-to-be-humiliated.

When the appointed time rolled around, the cuck was eagerly there 10 minutes early.  I had the bull stud answer the door shirtless, all the better to show off his physique.  At my instruction, he told cuckee that Mistress doesn’t like early birds, and he was made to wait on the doorstep for 20 minutes.

Then it was show time, and he was allowed inside.  I was in dressed in a corset, bikini panties, thigh high fishnets, and high heeled ankle boots.  I really wish I would have taken a picture of the look on face!  I made him strip in the living room, and then I put a blindfold on him.

After that, I led him back to my bedroom, all the while commenting about how well my stud was built, and how much I knew that cuckie was going to love seeing him plunge in and out of me.  I got the expected reaction, and his own unit was sticking due north.

Once I got him into the bedroom, I positioned him to lower himself into a wooden chair that was facing away from the bed.  I’d had stud make himself useful, and he’d brought in a mini-stockade that I have.  Before cuckie knew what hit him, I’d pushed his head forward, had each wrist in place, lowered the upper half of the device, and locked it into place.  Then I took his blindfold off, and the *real* fun began.

Whimpering is Not Attractive

Stud and I made out in front of cuckie for a bit, while I took great pleasure in pointing out the obvious…he wasn’t going to be allowed to watch me get fucked, nor could he participate in any way, including stroking himself.  This caused a great deal of whimpering, which prompted me to grin as I had a great idea.  I took off my panties that had stud-induced dampness, and I stuffed them in cuckie’s mouth.  I waved a pair of noise-cancelling headphones in front of him, and threatened to put them on him, so that he couldn’t hear the action.  He quieted down after that!

Then I proceeded to get gloriously nailed, and we both had fun taunting cuckie about his predicament.  For added fun, at the end of the night, when I unlocked him to send him home, I made him lick at the wet spots on the sheets.  There wasn’t much that was still wet by that point in time, but it was just fun to see him lap so furiously, pressing his tongue to cotton.

What do you think, cuckold enthusiasts?  Would you enjoy being tortured in that manner, knowing that your greatest sexual desire was taking place RIGHT behind you, but that you could not turn to see it?

I know I would enjoy torturing you that way.

 

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Remote Control Sex Toys – Playing with a High Joy

Remote control toys are fun!

Remote control toys are fun!

I’ve been on a mission to find the absolute perfect sex toy for distance domination.  I wasn’t aware of it until I began my search, but there is a term for it, and that is teledildonics.  I don’t know why, but that makes me grin.

I’ve not yet found exactly what I am looking for.  Frankly, I don’t even know if it exists in, and considering this is 2012, that is a shame.   I want something that doesn’t cost thousands of dollars,  is easy to set up for the technically challenged, and does not require the recipient of sensation to be tethered to their computer, or even close to it.  I also want something that has devices that will work for men who want me to remotely control a simulated stroking as well as those who want me to fuck them from a distance.  I’m still looking, but after many hours of searching, I’ve decided that this would be a really good market for someone to own, as it seems to be wide open.

Exploring with a High Joy

Since I had a sissy slut who was frothing all over her lipsticked lips to get started, I decided to go with a product from High Joy

As sissy wanted her greedy hole stuffed, I told her to order the Doc Johnson HighJoy Enabled iVibe Controller w/ 6″ Vibrating Ballsy.  She did, and in addition to setting up premium accounts for us both, she had a unit shipped to me so that I could see what the sensations were like. The image to the right is exactly what we both got.  At the time of purchase, it was the only product offered that was really going to work for playtime with a sissy. Amazon offers a High Joy  product that may be what you are looking for.  I didn’t know how the rabbit apparatus would work with her, so I passed on that.

 An Overview of the High Joy – Pros and Cons

I’m not going to go on at length about what the toy doesn’t do that I knew it wasn’t capable of before I got it. For instance, I knew that in order for me to use it on my slut that her device would have to be connected to a computer.  That isn’t a match for my ideal toy, but I knew that going in.

If you are considering purchasing one, see the product page on their site for what comes with it, and the system requirements.  As of this writing, they are including the serial to USB adapter for free, which I think is a good plan on their part.  I don’t know why it wasn’t designed to work with a USB connection in the first place, but perhaps they have a very good reason that is above my technical knowledge.

The toy itself seems to live up to the Doc Johnson name.  Overall, I am not a fan of the jelly texture of the dildo part, and neither is my sissy.  I would much prefer something that was of the same substance as the realistic dildo line from Doc Johnson.  I was watching my sissy on cam, and I could tell that she was having a difficult time inserting it.  I assure you that was due to the jelly material, not due to her ability to stuff something up her hole.

The possibility certainly exists that they have to go with the softer substance to let the vibrations transmit through it.  I’m not sure, but for us, it worked best to just play with the bullet and forget about the dildo.

As a side note, I had a question about set up, and the customer service team was back to me within an hour.

The Interface

The interface could use some work in terms of usability.  While I don’t feel that everything in the world must be changed to a Web 2.0 design,  it’s clunky, and seems like it may have been designed in the 90’s.  From an end user’s perspective, it is lacking.

For example, when I am logged in, and I tell it that I want to connect to a remote user, and I enter slut’s username, nothing happens on my end.  It would be good to have a notification telling me that it was waiting on the other party to accept me taking control of their device.  As is, I had no way of knowing, and I hit the button again.  That did give me a message that I had already sent a request.   That’s a small thing, but one that caught my eye.

Once I have actual control, a popup console is on my screen, and that allows me to click through the various settings, as well as pausing the device, or relinquishing remote access.

I like the pause feature.  Especially when slut is at the crest of neediness. ~soft laugh~

The lag time was surprisingly minimal.  Thus far, it has been most noticeable when initially establishing the connection.

On to the Good Stuff – Actual Playtime

As mentioned above, the jelly aspect of the dildo just wasn’t working for us.  If one were using it vaginally, they might have different results.  I decided that we could use the bullet in conjunction with some other fun items, and it would probably be fun to play with.

I was right.  It worked splendidly when held against her sissy stick, her sissy sack, ran over her nipples, teasing her sissy cunt, etc.

In conclusion, while it is not the internet controlled sex toy of my dreams, the High Joy is fun to play with.  I think that the psychological aspect of knowing that I was the one operating the controls was a huge one, judging from the way my sissy was rolling around on her hotel bed, moaning and leaking all over the place.  That said, it has it’s own merits as a stand alone sex toy, though I’d probably not purchase the particular model that we did for that use only.

Have you ever been on the receiving end of a remote control sex toy?  What setup did you use, and what did you think about the experience?

 

 

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Masturbation Games

Will your lucky number come up?

Will your lucky number come up?

Men never cease to amaze me with their endless fascination with masturbation. That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy it myself, but with some of you, it truly is a wonder that you manage to get anything done.  Which means that is a good thing that women like me exist.  Without us, a good number of you would fritter away each day, having achieved nothing but spewing your goo and you’d give yourselves horrid cases of carpal tunnel.  And we can’t have that!

After all, we don’t want anything that would impede you being able to fetch and carry for me.

Controlled Stroking

I like being in control, and that goes doubly so when it comes to your masturbation and orgasms.  I like chastity, I like edging and I like to ruin and deny orgasms as well.  Nothing says loving like saying no…that’s my motto, and one that we’ll explore further at another time.

Patrons of intelligent phone sex lines are most often not satisfied with the same boring, repetitive stroking that they can do on their own.  They like to play masturbation games, and I like to be the game master.  Or the game Mistress, if you will.

Some games are as simple as me telling them how and when to stroke their cocks.  Others, especially those that involve denial, can get more intricate and can include props like dice, cards, crayons, or a variety of other things that are all intended to amuse me.

The House Always Wins

No matter what form of cock control that we might be playing at the time, never delude yourself.  The house does indeed always win, and it takes great pleasure in doing so.  I love to hear that breathy little sound as a needy man inhales and begins to beg, wanting desperately to cum, and not sure if it will be allowed.  The first time that happens is when he comes to the realization that women have had since the beginning of time…

control the cock, and you control the man.

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Spring Cleaning – Sissy Assignment

Take Ms Suffer's White Panty Test

Take Ms Suffer’s White Panty Test

Alright all you sissies.  It’s time to get to work!  It’s clear that if I don’t crack the whip that you’ll do nothing but laze about every day, browsing through Victoria’s Secret catalogs, and rubbing your clitty through your panties.

The burden of that is rather on my shoulders, I suppose.  I’ve been busy and derelict in my duties.  And Lord knows I can’t depend on you to see to it yourself.  You’d rather spend your time oooing and ahhing over the latest issue of Cosmo. But all that is about to change.  You will get off your chaise lounges, and swish your asses into gear.  Starting now.

Your Assignment – Spring Cleaning

That’s right, I said cleaning.  Get too mouthy about it, and you’ll be licking the toilet bowl clean.  Any more distention?  I didn’t think so.  So let’s get started!

If you are a sissy who actually has a French maid outfit, then by all means, put it on!  If you do not have one, then wear something black and white.  If you don’t have something black and white, then find an image on the Internet and print it out for your motivation.  Then visualize yourself in it, serving me.  That should help get you in the proper frame of mind.

First Job – Tackling the Refrigerator

Open the door.  Do you see a bunch of calorie-laden junk food?  If so, toss it.  No self respecting sissy is going to be eating that garbage.  You need to get that waist whittled down to be more visually appealing to me and whoever I decide to have you service.  If you need assistance in that area, you can sign up for my Whipping You Into Shape Program.

Next Up – Straighten Your Sissy Things

Your “sissy things” are going to vary for each of you, and since I’m not there to see what needs done, you will need to take the initiative and do it yourself.  Report what you did in the comments.

For some of you, this will mean going through your makeup, getting rid of what doesn’t work…no dear, you do *not* look good in lime green eyeshadow…sorting through the old, etc.  If you don’t have a train case, get creative.  Use a cardboard box, and let your sissy energy flow, decorating it with feminine images and colors.  If you do this option, take a picture of your creation and send it to me!  I’d love to see it.

For others, this will mean judiciously sorting through lingerie and stockings.  Have a bra with a busted strap?  Mend it!  Are your stockings filled with runs?  Keep them in the cleaning bin to use to shine my boots, and note on your shopping list that you need to buy new ones.  Are your panties all in a jumbled mess?  Fold and organize them, either by color, by style, or by fabric.  I personally like the by color option.

For the grosser sissies out there, this may mean actually cleaning your toys.  You don’t even want me to start on how disgusting it is that you’ve not cleaned your dildos since last year.  Or maybe you do, but now is not the time.  Just get busy!

Finally, Break Out the Feather Duster

Some of you sissy whores have been waiting with baited breath for this one.  You’ve been hoping that I’ll tell you to stick the feather duster up your ass and use it to dust with.

If you want to, I won’t deny you.  Though I won’t insist either, as it’s really not as much fun for me to hear about as it is for me to watch you do it on cam.

You can either do it sissy style, with feather duster protruding, or normally, but I want every speck of dust gone.  Don’t forget about any cobwebs that have formed over the winter.

When you are done, it’s time for the test.  Instead of a white glove test, we are going to do a Miss S White Panty Test.  Take a pair of white panties…a CLEAN pair, for any panty sniffers that are reading…and put your fingers inside the crotch.  Use it to glide over a few surfaces that you dusted.  Do you see any traces of dust?  If you answered no, good girl!  You can go to the reward below.  If the answer is yes, dust the entire house again, and you are not allowed the reward.

All Work and No Play Make You a Dull Sissy

Now then, if you are one of the industrious ones who takes direction well, and did as she was told, you may now reap the rewards of your hard work.  Look around.  Isn’t that nice?  Not only did you improve your environment, but you pleased me, which should be reward enough for you.

But because I am feeling generous today, I’m going to allow you an additional reward.  You get to lie back on your fresh sheets….I know that you changed them without being told…and you are going to let your mind have the fantasy that gets your sissy stick so hard that it seems as if it will explode.

Then you will let it explode, focusing on me the entire time.

After your breathing and heart rate have returned to normal, you can leave a nice, detailed comment, sharing with me what your fantasy was about.

 

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Erotic Depersonalization, Objectification and Dehumanization

I’m a woman of varied interests, and erotic depersonalization is something that can, in the correct context, put a smile on my face.  And the wise among you would do well to keep that smile firmly in place.

What is Erotic Depersonalization?

I find that the term is often times interchanged with dehumanization and/or objectification.  While I enjoy all three, I’m not sure that to interchange the terms accurately reflects what we mean at the time.  I’ll define in my own words, and I’ll trust that you’ll take that as the gospel. ~winks~

Let’s Start with Dehumanization

To me, this means to make not human.  Obviously, I can’t make someone truly not be human, so this is fantasy based play.  It may take the form of puppy play, pony play, or some other type of critter.  From my observations, submissives can find a great deal of freedom in being able to express themselves in this manner, under the guiding hand of a dominant.

And I can find a great deal of enjoyment in watching a pony boy artfully swish his tail for me.

Next at Bat…Objectification

I view objectification as reducing someone from the sum of their whole to parts for my use.  I think that it means roughly the same thing as when you hear a vanilla woman speak of being treated like a sex object.  She means that every thing else about her has been theoretically stripped away except that which the viewer finds a use for or pleasure in.

I see that as being what would take place if I were to put a face dildo on you.  Your face…your identity…would be reduced to (or elevated to, depending on one’s viewpoint) a placeholder for my dildo.  Not a bad gig if you can get it, I assure you

Finally, Erotic Depersonalization

In my world, this type of play is when I use you as my boy bench, my footstool, or any other number of inanimate objects.  If I’m using you as a footstool, I don’t ask you if your knees are getting tired anymore than I’d ask an actual footstool if it were tired of doing it’s job.

Another way that depersonalization can come into play is when a submissive has their “I” removed.  Instead of “Mistress, I have your dinner ready”, we get “Mistress, your boy has your dinner ready”.  A subtle adjustment of words that can have a profound psychological effect toward slipping into the proper mindset to serve me.

Would I Enjoy Any of the Above 24/7?

No, I would not.  While each appeals to me greatly for a number of reasons, I would not want a D/s dynamic that consisted of nothing but one of the above.   There are indeed true fetishists of each niche that would love that, but I am not one of them.  I believe it would be boring after awhile, not to mention that for me, part of the thrill of dominating is the interaction that I get from engaging with an intelligent mind, both in and and out of session.

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Time to Crack That Whip

Time to Crack That Whip

Time to Crack That Whip

Just typing out those words put the tune of the Devo song “Whip It” in my head, and made me want to dance.  Alas, since there is no boot slut to bring me my dancing boots, I’ll stay right here in my chair, and see to the task at hand.

My Self Imposed Alarm Has Chimed

When I started out on this particular journey, I gave myself a year to figure out if it was something that I wanted to pursue or not.  I thought that would be an adequate amount of time to see how distance domination stacked up to face-to-face interactions, how power exchange would play out, etc.

That page of the calendar is history now, and I’ve decided that I do indeed enjoy it and wish to continue.  While I’m not going to claim to having really connected with every single person that I’ve spoken with in a year, there are enough of that I have truly connected with to know that distance domination is something that can work very well with the right parties.

That Said, I Want More Freedom

I’ve always been one to want to grab the reins and do things my own way.  Though as I think about it, I suppose that comes with the territory of being a dominant woman.

That desire, coupled with the experiences of the past year, have cemented the notion that I do indeed want to push forward and set up an independent line.   I want the freedom of really focusing on the calls that I enjoy most, and the people whose energy meshes best with my own.

Mistress Clone Machine, Anyone?

This will still be a process that unfolds over time.  I have many irons in the fire, and to add another won’t be a neat, tidy little thing right out of the gate.  Being a perfectionist, I debated on whether I wanted to wait until my blog was picture perfect, with a goodly backlog of reading material, before I went live with a number for calls.

I decided against that.  There is no need to wait.  Life isn’t perfect, and D/s is an evolutionary process, as will be not only this blog, but my ventures into the waters of an independent line.

So overlook the mess, or make yourself useful and pick up a broom.  I’m in the middle of a huge project that is not phone related, and it will be a bit before I have time to learn all the nuances of the framework of this blog.

That said, the important parts…the parts that really matter…are already in place.

 

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Nothing Says Valentine’s Day Like CBT

For those of you who have emailed me to ask, yes, Virginia, I will eventually post a number that you can use to call me.  Patience is a virtue.

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Suffering is Delicious!

Some women like to receive flowers and chocolates for Valentine’s Day. While I can’t say that I’m adverse to receiving either one of those things, I do very much enjoy creativity. So I said Yes! to a Valentine’s Night filled with CBT.

A caller at my corporate phone sex gig very politely rang me to ask permission to call for a long session that evening.  He’s rather a connoisseur of CBT, and has an incredibly delightful fantasy world where men exist solely for the amusement and pleasure of women.

Come to think of it, that is not that far off from reality.

At any rate, he loves to call and talk for hours on end.  It pleases him to think of not only providing my amusement, but providing it at his own expense.  I can’t say that I disagree with him on how very pleasurable that is.  After all, nothing says love like someone earnestly listening to my reaction as I watch CBT movies that he’s so graciously provided to me.

I like his style.  I truly do.  He loves Goddess worship and knows his role.

I Also Like CBT

What’s not to like about watching men get their nuts tortured?  Some things in life are just a given in terms of providing enjoyment, and abuse of the male genitalia is certainly one of those things.  I am rather snobbish when it comes to presentation, and I love the look of properly presented balls that are turning purple.  It makes me want to smash them under the ball of my foot like over-ripe grapes.

Balls Are The Chink in a Male’s Armor

If you stop and think about it, a man’s sexual organs are like the chink in their armor.  I believe it was a Tolkien book that told the tale of the archer who waited patiently for the dragon to expose the vulnerable place in it’s breast.

While I’d not go so far to compare men to a dragon, I think it’s generally safe to say that many of them are physically stronger than females.   It’s just how human beings have evolved.  However, that physical strength really isn’t’ evident when a man is doubled over following the well-placed lift of an upper thigh.

Ah.

Just *typing* that made me smile.

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