Slavegirl Sissy

There's this fantasy I've been having. In it I operate a sort of reverse foot salon, where foot fetish guys pay to worship my feet.

I see myself sitting in the nail salon chair. You know, the special one with the built in massage functions. Except the footbath is replaced by a cushioned headrest; this is where the "customer" lies with his head directly under my feet. He's allowed to press his face against my feet...to kiss, lick, suck...even gnaw on my heel calluses. Until his time is up.

He's naked except for a towel. And he is allowed to keep his hands under the towel, and do as he likes there, so long as his lewd behavior does not draw my attention. If it does, watch out! That's why I keep my riding crop handy and I don't hesitate to use it to chastize masturbatory misbehavers.

Holy FUCK sometimes I long for a foot-slave.

Neither of us actually remembers who wrote the other first on Alt.com. I think it was probably me, trying to promote my Suncoast Shemale Salon group.

I do remember telling tia that I was married, and emphatically NOT looking for a sissy slave. (In fact I was seeking a humiliation/pain slut.) But he made me laugh by responding with this bit of smart assery, and I quote: "Are you sure Mistress? I come with a set of Ginsu knives and a Sham-wow."

Now who could resist an offer like that? *grin*

It was enough to make me give him my email address, and the conversation which continued over the next few weeks was equally entertaining. Then there was this party.

I'd been going around by myself and (more often) with my sister Mistress Candice and her girl emma for months, sampling as many different munches and play parties as I could manage. During this time I got to see Candice and emma's Mistress/slave relationship blossoming. And of course I got to see (and sometimes participate in) numerous examples of their incredibly hot play.

I was, frankly, envious.

I'd been seeking my own personal subbie in an on-again-off-again way. (Being already married with children tends to put a damper on one's dating life.) I'd had a few brief D/s relationships that didn't work out. And I was sick and tired of going to parties & clubs, maybe giving some random stranger a spanking, and always envying my friends the beautiful thing they had. So when I committed to going to yet another play party that December I decided that at least this time I was, by god, going to bring a date.

I was pursuing maybe-things with several guys I'd met at the time. And tia was NOT at the top of my list. But I figured he was a safe choice; we were already becoming friends and I felt confident that I'd at least be comfortable with him even if there was no spark. The party was in Orlando you see, a 2 hour drive away, and that meant it'd be a looooong, painful evening if my date turned out to be a schmuck.

The party was two days after Christmas. And no way was I going to drive to Orlando with someone I'd never yet met in person, so we arranged the obligatory meeting-in-a-public-place on December 26th. (Lunch at a local diner.) Lunch was pleasant, I found tia sorta cute, very awkward, and utterly unthreatening, so the party date was on.

Our time AT the party was, for me, not very memorable. I dressed him and we played a little; it was probably much more exciting for him than it was for me. The thing I recall best was being dissatisfied with any of the skirts he owned at the time and deciding to make him something myself out of the collection of scarves that constitute my "bondage kit".

It's the drive that sticks in my head. It was during those hours in the car that I realized how VERY comfortable I felt with tia. How much we had in common that had nothing to do with kink. How I felt like I could be completely myself with him, in all my neurotic complexity.

It made me want to spend more time with him. A LOT more time. And it was just about six weeks later that I put my collar on him.

We're going on two years now, which I understand is rather a long time for a 24/7 Mistress/slave relationship to last. It has not been easy, not at all. But it's sure been interesting. And I look forward to many more interesting years to come.

I love you puppy.


p.s. Tia made good on the Sham-wow and the Ginsu knives too! But that's a story for another time.

Actually, ALL fetish guys need to learn how to not be creepy. But this video short put the lesson in such a hilariously entertaining way I had to share it.

And as an extra special added bonus, the little anti-creepy jingle is quite catchy too, hehehe!

I am LOVING the videos tia and I have shot together recently. And what I love best about them is the way the chemistry between us just leaps off the screen. And into your naughty bits, hehehe!

Check out these screenshots from a sissy panty modeling clip we just did...

Hiya everybody!

I am OVER THE MOON to announce that I've joined the team of Sex & Love bloggers at Creative Loafing.

Come check out my first post, and be sure to leave me a comment!

I will be a regular contributor, writing about the Tampa Bay area's alternative sexuality scene as well as my adventures as a kinky wife & mom, pro dom, and pornmaker. Feel free to write back to me with your questions, comments, observations and of course if you know about a group or event you'd like to see mentioned.

Did I mention I'm thrilled? I think I'm gonna have to knock off early today and have a champagne lunch to celebrate, hehehe! In case you've never heard of it, Creative Loafing is like the Village Voice for those of us south of the Mason Dixon line. It's got regional issues in most of the major cities, and anybody who's looking for hip entertainment around here turns to CL. I grew up around here, and CL was our beacon of coolness in an era when they rolled up the sidewalks at 8pm. Add that it's my first paying gig as a writer and it's doubly exciting. (Note that we're working with a special writer's definition of "paying gig" that includes peanuts.)

Anyway, please come and check it out!

{This is excerpted from my private diary & was written sometime last week.}

I just finished having my way with tia, and I don't want to write the whole thing out properly because that would be too much like work. But oh, it was hot...porn movie hot, and there are some details that I just don't want to forget...

I started off today by dressing him in cuffs, collar, and a pretty pink satin nightie that he looks absolutely adorable in. The way the skirt of it flirts with the top of his thighs in the back, coyly hinting at showing his cute pantied ass, I just adore. I teased him a bit about how excited he was getting by it; his little cockette soo hard, drooling a big wet spot all over his nightie. One shoulder strap fell down and he looked like such a disheveled slut I tugged it further to expose his nipple. And then sucked and bit his nipple. And then put a clothespin on it. And then the picture was perfect.

I affixed the leash to his collar and led him to the playroom, grabbing his everyday boy belt along the way. Once there I chained him to the wall, pulled his panties down to his ankles, and beat him with his own belt. His ass & back got so red, so fiery hot! I beat him and beat him and beat him, teasing him about how badly he wanted it, how his cock stayed hard, how eagerly he licked his own pre-cum off my fingers and sucked on them when I held them to his face. Beat him and beat him then left him there, red-assed, chained to the wall, cockette twitching and drooling, and sat down on the couch behind him and jilled off. It was a fantastic orgasm.

I let him down after I was finished, let him go take a shower, then we went shopping. I ordered him to wear his collar while we were out but graciously allowed it to be wrapped around his wrist instead of his neck. While we shopped I continued to bring his attention to it; tugging at it, tightening it and using it to lead him around. His responding whimpers let me know that he was VERY aware of its presence and meaning.

We made several stops including at Home Depot, where I bought some lengths of chain. (When the lady asked me what it was for I replied "home decor" without missing a beat...or giggling!) Later, back at home, I had him go put the nightie on again and bring me the cuffs and chains. I arranged the chains so that his hands and feet were all fastened together, and all attached to a longer length of chain that ran from his collar to his knees.

After I got him chained up I made him walk around a bit. I LOVED the sound of all that chain clinking, it made me amazingly horny! So I grabbed the chain and pulled him toward me; he melted into my ravishing kiss.

I told him to go tweet, tell the world he was at that moment a chained sissy, and that I would join him soon. Then I fetched a black leather strap and pair of scissors. Back in the bedroom I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I sat on his groin, feeling his cockette throbbing beneath me, as I beat his chest & nipples with the strap and continued playing with the chains. When I was good and ready I crawled down and used the scissors to cut a big hole in his panties, releasing that stiff cockette. Then I put a condom on him and climbed on.

I kept beating him while I rode him to another fine orgasm. Then I rode him some more, until I could tell he was about to cum, and ordered him to beg me for his release. He said "please, please my Goddess" with such sincerity. I could tell he was powerfully transported; he doesn't usually address me as "Goddess".

My response? I promptly climbed off his groin and moved to sit on his face instead, mwahahahahaha!

I rode his worshipful tongue to another nice orgasm, then stood on the bed. Looming over him, I asked him if he felt owned, if he felt used? If he felt like a slave, like PROPERTY? He answered "yes Mistress", and I said GOOD, because he WAS. MY property.

Then I climbed back down and sat on his cockette agin. Telling him all the while how he belonged to me, how his panties belonged to me (he was so distressed at me cutting them!), how his every perverted thought belonged to me, how every longing of his dark heart belonged to me, how the orgasm he was about to have belonged to me and how I wanted him to have it right NOW.

And he did. (And I did again too.) And it was very, very good.

I've been experimenting with doing nail art lately. Only on my toes of course; I can't keep polish on my hands for even a few hours. I do too much with them.

Anyway, this week's pedicure is purple and silver, with elegant sparkly scrolly bits on the biggest and littlest toes...



And you can see it in more detail on my new Clips4Sale site. What, I haven't mentioned the new Clips4Sale site? Then I guess this counts as an announcement too. That foot fetish video I mentioned yesterday will be up soon. Stop by and check it out!



p.s. Hey foot freaks - I am currently seeking devoted and generous foot slaves. If you're able to appear in foot fetish videos with me that's a big plus!