Mistress Akume

My Whipping Boy

2011-12-30T15:26:00.000-06:00

My whipping boy is good for so many reasons. He is always respectful, polite, and charming. He brings me presents, good wine, wonderful music, and of course is always generous with my tribute. He only really expects one thing from me; that I give him a good hard whipping. It is a very reasonable expectation, and I am always quite happy to oblige.

Well, I put a lot of thought into my domination sessions and I enjoy crafting a scene that we both will most assuredly enjoy. Not just any whipping will do. It must be delivered with steadfast purpose and wild exuberance, but also with great care. The mental build up is something that must not be neglected. It starts long before he arrives at my door.

My mind goes to the place deep inside myself where I collect snapshots of past indulgences, snippets of intense pleasure. I remember his body writhing, breaking out in a sweat. His soft moans changing to sharp gasps as the whip slices through the air. Just for fun, I make it snap and pop, with a loud crack. I enjoy the effect this has on him. He is a total whip slut, it arouses him to be under the lash. I watch his body respond and it pleases me. He pleads for a reprieve, I just laugh. I know that he is a masochist and he loves the pain I give him. He loves that I do this to him. I understand his need.

With all of that in mind, I decide to engage in a little erotic psychodrama with him. I tell him he is my prisoner and we are on a ship. He must be punished because he has not swabbed the deck to my liking. In days of old, naughty deck hands were punished with harsh hemp floggers. The hemp lashes were knotted at the ends and soaked in salty sea water. When dried, they would harden and make a vicious implement of torment. Salty lashes tenderize raw flesh! The prisoner would be tied to the mast and flogged while all of the deck hands watched. The punishment would be so brutal, the onlookers would fall to their knees and pray that they might never suffer the same fate. My boy fell deep into the lovely land of surrender.

I showed him some mercy by whispering in his ear, how well he pleased me, how he had earned some comfort. I allowed him to worship my legs and feet. He brings me exquisite, finely crafted hosiery that is a pure pleasure to touch. I rub his face with one soft stocking, indulging his stocking fetish. I use the other one to tie his cock and balls and finish with a nice big silky bow.

Inspiration

2011-12-04T19:19:00.001-06:00

I recently read the autobiography of a very self and sex empowered woman by the name of Annie Sprinkle. I was so inspired by her tales of adventure that I decided to write this entry as a tribute to a modern day sex goddess. The book I read is titled Post Porn Modernist, My 25 Years as a Multimedia Whore. The thing that impressed me most about this amazing woman is her belief in the raw joy of sexual expression and her determination to portray sexuality as a positive force for good.

Her career began in the seventies when she starred in and also produced her own porn movies. She hosted a salon in her New York apartment that held an assortment of workshops, film shoots, yoga classes, and parties. All kinds of artists, writers, performers and creative people as well as a wide range of eccentric sex professionals could be found there. Annie worked as an advocate for sex workers rights and is a true sex positive feminist. She tours the country now giving workshops, classes, and performances.

She is one strong woman who continues to stand up for everyone's sexual freedom. This is why I find her an inspiration and hold her in the highest regard.

Leather Worship

2011-10-29T15:14:00.000-05:00

My leather slave came over today to give his Mistress a wonderful pair of thigh high leather boots. They are quite lovely. The spike heels are five inches high and they do not have unsightly, ugly platforms. I like low platforms, but anything over an inch looks like hooves to me and the last thing I want to do is clomp around on thick hooves. The lines of the footwear must compliment my female form, not make me look like I am wearing Frankenstien boots. These particular boots have all the right lines. They are also made of very smooth leather, and if your nose is close enough, you can smell their subtle aroma. My boy helped me put the new boots on and they fit me perfectly. I also had on a leather skirt, leather vest, and my super soft leather gloves. I stood before him, the classic leather clad Mistress, a leather fetishists dream come true. You see, I need my leather worshipped, ALL OF IT. From the tip of my pointed-toed boots to the top of my vest. I placed my glove encased hands on his face and chuckled as he inhaled their scent. Holding the side of his face with one hand, I gave him a quick slap. My boy massged me through the leather and it felt so good. A proper worshipping session involves the use of the lips and tongue as well as the finger tips. I wanted to feel his tongue through the leather. He got so excited touching, smelling, and tasting the leather, that I had to punish him for being such a horny boy. I lay him across my lap for a good old fashioned over the knee spanking.and once his naughty bottom was nice and red hot, I fastened some clamps on his tender nipples. He stroked my leather clad legs as I giggled and made him wince by jiggling the clamps. Oh what fun! At one point I had him take some pictures of me, but he was so nervous he kept shaking and pushing the button too fast. The resulting photos are sort of artistic looking. Here is one of them.

Me in my dungeon

2011-10-21T00:05:00.000-05:00

It has occurred to me that my blog is in need of pictures of me with my golden locks. So, I decided to have some fun with my phone and take some shots of myself in my dungeon.

My dungeon is a magical place where all inhibitions are released. There is nothing left but pure abandon and surrender. All sense of time is lost, all connection to the outside world and the banal realities of our earthly existence are forgotten. We play in the world of make believe, but paradoxically, this world of make believe is more real than we could ever have imagined. The realms of the erotic mind are firmly rooted in each of us and demand to be visited. I will validate your inner realm. I will stamp your passport. I will go there with you, but you must allow it. Let it happen. You know you need it.

Chain Slave

2011-10-10T18:23:00.000-05:00

I instructed one of my slaves to bring over some chain. I wanted more to add to my collection. I appreciate the effect chains have on certain slaves. Its true that I am a rope lover for bondage purposes, but I also love playing with chains. Not only are they great for bondage, but they also work as impact implements as well. Striking someone with a chain is very, very wicked and something that only the most hardcore masochist can withstand. I had my slave cut different lengths of chain for me. I wanted a certain number of links per length and he readily complied.

I have a 1970's medical cart that serves as a wonderful bondage bed. The slave had to lay on the bed as I lashed him down with the chains. They ran snugly across his body, his ankles and his wrists.

I really like the sound the chains make as I pass them around the metal edges of the bed frame. Its a nice little "tinkle tinkle".

I even applied chain to his cock and balls. I used a smaller little choke chain, the kind one would use for a small chihuahua, to isolate his balls. I pulled on this a bit, readying them for the torture I would soon inflict.

I had a wonderful time whipping his balls over and over with my cute little rubber cock whip. I did not stop until I was satisfied and happy with the bright red color my attention brought out. He then earned a nice little ball massage from his loving Mistress. Yes, I am good to my boys and they are very good to me!

Pool Bondage

2011-09-05T16:33:00.000-05:00

I had the marvelous good fortune yesterday of attending a pool party of the kinky sort. It was so nice to cool off in the pool with the added advantage of using it to aid me in my rope bondage scene.

My rope bottom is always eager to be tied, and the thought of making him totally helpless while under my rope really appealed to me. I applied the chest harness first, then sat him down on the edge of the pool to bind his legs together. Covering his eyes also added to his helplessness. A hand over the mouth made him realize that there would be no protesting, and "Mistress I can't swim... please don't let go... please don't drown me", were met with more determination on my part to guide him through a lovely, floaty, exercise in surrender and trust in his goddess.

I rigged a hog tie of sorts out of the remaining rope, finishing it off with a nice sturdy handle in the middle. All the better to drag him around with. My rope handle worked perfectly as I glided him through the water. He was quite secure in the rope. There was no way he could get his hands untied and it was impossible for him to move his legs.

Once he was all nice and relaxed and floating in la-la land, I got a wicked idea. I decide to make him grateful that I allow him to breathe! Hahaha I quickly dunked him down into the water, just so he never takes my care and loving attention for granted!

I felt his panic as his body stiffened. Well, okay, I showed him some mercy, and pulled him up to catch his breath. I found this little activity very amusing and did it again and again until I grew tired. He was grateful that his breathtaking goddess took such good care of him!

Golden Goddess

2011-08-04T18:13:00.004-05:00

Its true that Texas is in the throes of a horrible drought. A thick blanket of heat has turned all the vegetation brown and yellow, and has kept everyone indoors. The heat is severe and unrelenting. There is an oasis, though in the middle of all of this. It is a place where the air is cool and the atmosphere is filled with soft, rose colored light. Its raining here....a sweet shower of golden rain emanating from the most sacred of fonts. The golden showers are plentiful and free flowing. The Goddess Akume is generous in her blessings to those who worship at her temple. They seek atonement for all of their trangressions and the Goddess gives them what they deserve. Some find it an irresistable honor to be allowed to injest the liquid nectar of the Goddess, while others wish to feel the wetness on their flesh and revel in the glory of it all! Its so very, very wet in my inner sanctum.

Recently, I spent time on the beach in California. My skin tanned and my hair turned a very nice golden color. I am now a Golden Goddess!

Bacchanalian

2011-06-03T19:13:00.002-05:00

This past weekend I had the good fortune to attend a festival in the woods that was incredibly fun. It was a place where all who attended could freely express themselves and participate in a utopian society where creativity and artistic expression abound. I saw so many beautiful people sharing their art and music, also their food, drink and genuine good-natured hospitality. It was a huge camp-out that lasts four days and takes place every year on the same weekend. The people have theme camps where they offer a variety of different delights. At night, the whole encampment is transformed into a magical land with colorful lighting and pulsing music. People in costumes wander about and enjoy various nourishments and libations, some containing intoxicating ingredients. My girl and I wandered from camp to camp, imbibing in their generous offerings. The Red Camp had a naked bartender that would mix a drink for you based on your mood. The drink tasted like nectar of the gods and each person received a unique concoction. Several of the camps had music that pulsed with primal rhythms. I found the music irresistible and danced myself into an ecstatic frenzy. It felt so good to just let myself go, feeling the night breeze on my naked breasts, stars twinkling above, happy and sweaty, my hips thrusting with the beats. All of the people were giddy with joy, the joy of unrestricted pure bacchanalian energy. Some wore costumes of glittering sequins and lights, or fancy top hats and scarves. Others wore nothing, their flesh glowing in the flashing fires and lightshows. In a field there was an enormous Tesla coil set up. The lightning effects it produced in conjunction with electronic music were absolutely spectacular. In the center of this amazing exhibit, was a metal cage that could accomodate two people. I watched, mesmerized, as different couples took turns dancing naked or in various stages of undress, inside of the cage. This same field had enormous fire breathing flame throwing contraptions that would spew flames at random intervals. The effect was dazzling.
Some of the camps featured amusements of the kinky variety, and I made sure to visit and enjoy their offerings. A transgendered sex priestess had a camp that featured floating beds that were suspended from metal frames. People were using them to engage in sex acts as spectators looked on. I enjoyed watching and being a part of all of that erotic energy. I felt my inner goddess rejoice.
I wish that people could always be this loving and free.

Craving the Cane

2011-05-15T19:55:00.011-05:00

I have a slave who recently discovered that he has no choice but to take cane strokes from me. He must have cane strokes. He lives for cane strokes. He loves my cane strokes. It is one of the ways that he makes me happy. You see, I am a sexual sadist and it arouses me to strike the tender butt of my slave with my variety of canes.
This particular male had a desire to express his feminine nature, that part of who he is that he must keep hidden deep inside. I can see inside of him. I know that a very sweet and subservient girl lives inside of this man. So many men have these little girls inside of them and it gives me great satisfaction to bring them out to play.
First I had her dress in some shiny thigh high boots and a cute pair of crotchless panties. A red wig completed her look. I sat back and gazed at my creation while she danced for my entertainment. How fun it was to show her how to swivel her hips touch her titties as she danced. The painful nipple clamps were very hard for her to tolerate. Next I had her get on the floor with her shoulders down and ass up. I love seeing a girl in that position. It is quite a lovely sight. She looked like a slut ready to be fucked! Hahahaha! I slapped her butt checks for awhile to get her warmed up for a more severe punishment. Even though she is usually very well behaved, I wanted to remind her that I can punish her without just cause whenever I feel like it because she is my slave and I enjoy hearing her cry out.
Once her ass glowing a nice shade of rosy pink, I selected a thin cane. I sliced the air with it and it made a whooshing sound. My girl started to tremble when she heard it. I had her lay flat and made her wait a bit before I brought the can down for the first stroke. She gasped and whimpered, but that did not stop me from delivering more blows. Sometimes I would pause and make her squirm, feeling the fear and anticipation of the hot searing pain. Her cries were sweet music to my ears and beckoned me to continue, striking her over and over with my evil cane. Her tears, the proof of her surrender to me.

At last she was ready... ready to be taken...and savored...a delectable treat for her Mistress.

My Doll

2011-03-05T17:43:00.010-06:00

One of my boys tried to pull a fast one on me the other day. He had been wondering what it would be like to overpower his Mistress and give her a spanking. He actually thought that he would be able to pull this off somehow. What he did not take into consideration is that I understand him better than he understands himself and I could tell that something was different in his demeanor when he entered my dungeon. He seemed nervous and not his usual compliant self. When I ordered him to his knees he hesitated just a bit too long. Well, just to remind him that I expect instant and total obedience, I gave him a good hard slap on the face. He dropped his face down to my feet, overwhelmed with his need to submit to me. I allowed him a quick kiss on the top of my boot before tying his wrists together. I ordered him to stay on the floor and hold perfectly still. He still seemed a little nervous.

I was thinking he might be hiding something in the bag he had brought. Sure enough, as I rifled through the contents, I discovered a large black net. Without hesitation, I unfurled the net over him and very quickly climbed on top of him. He tried to struggle a little bit, but found that he was powerless underneath me. A few wraps of my hemp rope secured him further. I laid on top of him with my full weight pressing down on him. I told him that he better explain why he had that net and he better tell me the truth. He was sweating and shaking at this point, my elbow digging into his ribs helped to get the truth out of him. He then admitted he wanted to trap me in the net and give me a spanking. Of course I would never allow that! He thought he was going to be a macho man with me. Well, he thought wrong. While I had him in the net, I put him through a very deep hypnotic induction. I reduced him to nothing. I told him that his only purpose was to be an object for me.
His new name was Fuck Doll.

Fuck Doll had to wear a pretty face, a pretty red little dress, and excruciatingly painful six inch heels. She had to dance for me, and curtsy for me. She had to be silent and pretty and accommodating.

Fuck Doll had to pose for my camera. Fuck Doll likes to be pretty and sexy.

A mindless slut, that's my Fuck Doll!

Fun on the Floor

2011-01-17T18:39:00.008-06:00

I had fun tying up one of my boy toys last night. What started as a relaxing evening enjoying food and conversation turned into a nice bondage session on the floor.
First, I started with a nice hog-tie. I like to wind the rope around the feet and between the toes. I usually indulge in a little toe torture when I do this involving some sort of sharp pointy object. Chopsticks work well for this. I also have a little metal probe that I sometimes use.

After awhile, the boys ankles began to really ache, you see, I had the rope pretty tight and I knew that this added to the agony of the toe torture, so released his ankles.
I decided to allow my rope bottom to open his legs for me, thus exposing his balls to my attention. Wrap, wrap, wrap, wrap, around and around, the skin gets so taut and sensitive!

Cast and chain inescapable bondage

2010-12-20T17:17:00.011-06:00

Inescapable bondage is an intense fetish for many, and something that can sometimes be a challenge to accomplish with just rope alone. Chain and padlocks work well if the person wants to feel really, really secure. Being the rope aficianado I am, I at first felt a lack of enthusiasm for the idea of just locking somebody up. This was until I had the opportunity to put somebody in inescapable bondage that combined medical casting fetish and chains and locks.
The boy came over on a Friday afternoon. With him he brought everything needed to make him into my bondage house slave for the entire weekend. To get things started, everything was laid out on the kitchen table and a drop cloth was laid out. Casting can be messy.

I insisted that he remove all of his clothes. I was going to keep him completely naked for the duration of his servitude, but I remembered that this particular slave tended to be a bit drippy. It just wouldn't do to have him making a mess of things, so I had him wear his cute little pvc thong underwear. This contained everything nicely.

I proceeded to wrap his ankles in special padding before applying the fiberglass casting material.

Once this stuff sets, its like cement! During the wrapping, I inserted special metal braces that he had fashioned with chain attached to them. The chain was held securely in place and quite impossible to pull out once the fiberglass had set.

I chained his wrists together and his ankles together with a length of chain connecting everything. I left just enough slack in the chain to allow him to serve as my house slave, doing various chores. I was entertaining guests that Saturday night and he cleaned and made preparations for the party.

My party was a success, and when I let my slave go to sleep, I added padlocks to the chains, shortening them and restricting his range of movement quite severely. He slept all night like this for two nights in a row.
When Sunday evening arrived, it was time to release him from his bondage. We had to use a special saw to cut the casts off.

All in all it was a lovely weekend, and I do appreciate the selfless service that my bondage slave provided.

A Party to Remember

2010-11-25T09:09:00.011-06:00

I participated in a very special party last weekend. It was a party where ALL of the women were dominant or tops and ALL of the men were submissive or bottoms. There were actually over a hundred people there. It was really incredible to have so many like minded people gathered together in one place. The atmosphere was wonderful because everyone could freely express themselves, surrounded by a variety of amazing people.

There were a myriad of play scenes happening in the different rooms of the venue. It was like walking through a living femdom museum. One could pass from one exhibit to the next, lingering here and there to witness the artistry. One room would have a slave crying out while being mercilessly paddled, his red ass cheeks adding that bit of vibrant color. Another room would have several people sitting, eyes glazed, in a trance while a wise and talented dominatrix puts them into deep hypnosis. Around the corner a grown man emerges wearing the frilly lacy dress of a baby girl, complete with diaper, ruffled panties and fancy bonnet. What an adorable sight! In the front room, a gorgeous mistress was displaying boys that she had turned into various objects. From an upstairs window, I saw four human turkeys outside on the deck being rounded up for some sort of perverted game. Fascinated, I watched from above, having the perfect vantage point as the turkeys were tied, stuffed, and basted. What fun! I especially enjoyed the attention to detail the dominas provided by stapling feathers to the turkeys, you know, for that touch of realism.

At one point, as I worked my way through the exhibits, I felt the urge to kick someone in the balls. I voiced this thought out loud, and much to my delight, a tall muscular man offered himself so that I may satisfy my urge. Without hesitation I had him drop to all fours and firmly planted several kicks to his balls. When he fell over, I kicked him some more on the legs and hips. He thanked me profusely and asked very nicely if I would stand on him. Wanting to repay his generosity for allowing me to kick him so harshly, I granted his request. This guy was unbelievable. I stood with my full weight on his chest wearing these shoes:
I walked about on him a bit, stopping to give him a good kick every now and then. I scraped my heels on his flesh and stimulated his nipples with them. I had fun doing creative strokes with my shoes. I also stomped on the wooden floor right by his head to get his attention when he would zone out. This brought out a lovely startle response in him. I noticed his tongue darting out, and realized that he needed to clean my shoes. He did this with such gusto that I allowed him to suck on the full length of my heel as I slowly plunged it into his mouth. I enjoyed penetrating him in this way very much. All of this activity had me needing to sit and rest, so I did just that.....on his face! I was nice enough to let him breath every so often. Nobody is allowed to pass out on my watch. The people passing by and viewing my addition to the art exhibits made me grateful to be a contributing artist.
And for all of you foot and shoe lovers out there, here is one more pic of my feet.

Deprivation... Sensory and Otherwise

2010-10-10T15:49:00.008-05:00

Hello readers! At long last, I am back. I know I have deprived you of my writing lately, but I am happy to return with a new look and some new adventures to report. I just wish that I could devote more time to writing about my favorite past time, which happens to be the erotic domination of willing male creatures of the human variety. Its just not fair that the ordinary vanilla side of my life has demanded so much of my time and energy lately. The pressures of living a double life do have a way of making me a bit cranky at times. I am grateful to the submissive men in my life who offer themselves to me to use as I see fit. I can unload my frustration on their flesh, accept their quietly attentive service, and relax, knowing that they understand me as no others can.

Here is what I did to one of my boys last night:He is a bondage slut who loves the feel of being tightly compressed. I put a corset on him and pulled it very tight. With each pull of the laces, I felt him go deeper into subspace. Next, I tied his hands behind his back, adding extra wraps around his arms and elbows. This increases the effectiveness of the tie, making it very hard to escape from. A few wraps around the chest and upper arms made him feel even more secure.
Now, what I did next, required a great deal of trust for me on his part. I put earplugs in his ears to block out all sound, then wrapped his head with black cloth that blocked out all of the light. I gagged him, then tightly wrapped his head in several layers of pallet wrap. At this point, he could not see or hear anything, and he could not verbally communicate. I did leave his nostrils uncovered so he could breathe. He was deprived of three of his senses. All he had left was his sense of touch and sense of smell.
I took my time toying with his body. It was fun just to watch his reaction to the different sensations I provided. At one point, I hoisted his ankle up into the air, spreading his legs, and exposing his most vulnerable parts. Seeing him like that sparked my creativity and I made a fancy little harness for his cock and balls that did a nice job and lifting and separating the balls. From there I used the cbt cord to ties his big toes together. The cord pulled on his toes and his cock and balls all at once! Hahaha

All of this fun had quite an effect on him. It also had quite an effect on me.

Butt Powered Mind Control

2010-06-28T22:40:00.013-05:00

Art work by Mal

This letter I received from one of my boys made me smile. Its so nice to get feedback from those I play with. I will be the first to admit that I do thrive on flattery!

Just wanted to send you a note and stay in touch with you. I haven't forgotten about you. In fact I will never forget about you, the most awesome Mistress around. I can't wait to see you again though. I have to tell on myself. You being my Mistress and me being your slave I am obligated to tell you all my thoughts and naughty thoughts, plus do anything you want me to do. You dominate me even when we are not together. You control my fantasies. It hits me every morning. You overtake my thoughts and control my mind. I usually fantasize about being trapped in your apartment, stripped of my clothes , trapped in your tight inescapable bondage put on my back and then you use my face as your seat cushion. As I am bound and helpless the sight of your beautiful, hot, sexy, irresistible thong panty bottom comes closer and closer to my face. I have the physical ability to turn my head, but my mind and my emotions do not have the ability to turn away, its just too irresistible. I am conquered and dominated as your cheeks meet my cheeks and the thin silky material separating your cheeks tickles my nose. That queened feeling is one of the most awesome feelings I have ever experienced it will make me beg for it. Then you tease and taunt me unmercifully laughing and having a great time with your play toy. That's my fantasy every morning.

My new dungeon

2010-05-30T17:42:00.005-05:00

At last! I have a wonderful new dungeon! I have created another world, a world of pure indulgence. My dungeon. Something magical happens to me when I enter my secret chamber. I feel the power start to build up in me and I allow myself to get totally immersed in my role as dominant Mistress and Erotic Sorceress. It is a lovely feeling. One loses all sense of time when inside a room with red walls and a black ceiling. My torture implements hang on the wall, beckoning me to use them on your willing flesh. I have everything I need. The stage is set, the actors know their parts, the play may begin.
I know it has been too long since I have written a post. My relocation consumed enormous amounts of time and energy. But it has all been worth it. I plan on enjoying this new space for a very long time. Eventually I will have themed rooms.....different sets for different scenes. A medical experiment room, a sissy beauty parlor, a rope room, a nursery, a Goddess temple.....I shall have all of these settings and I will make all of my dreams come true.

Feminine Power at Southplains

2010-03-06T08:30:00.006-06:00

Last weekend I attended Southplains Leatherfest and had a lovely weekend of socializing, play and of course education. My favorite classes were presented by the one and only fetish diva Midori. As always, I was inspired and delighted by what she had to offer.

The rope lover in me appreciated her Rope Dance class because it focused on how all you really need is a single piece of rope, your desire, and the floor(preferably padded), to guide your partner in a sensual "dance" of submission. From the most subtle of movements, to the more dramatic dips and turns, one can create a very powerful scene with the careful and deliberate use of rope. To demonstrate how important it is to tune in to and be receptive to your partner, she had a couple volunteer to both wear blindfolds while performing a dance. They simply had to really focus all of their attention on each other in order for it to work. In my own experience, I can say that when a person who is receiving my rope cannot focus or is bored or easily distracted I do not get much enjoyment from it. Happily, this has not happened very often.

The next class that Midori taught was all about how women may access their feminine power. Through acknowledging powerful women acrchetypes in history and pop culture, then determining the attributes these female power figures embody, one can recognize that these attributes are the very ones that we each possess. The roomful of people in attendance came up with dozens of names, both real and fictional. The consensual world of bdsm allows us to play the roles that we have been drawn to since childhood in a safe way and with permission. Although I am sure there are many more serious real women leaders who have influenced my feminine consciousness, for the purposes of fun and within the context of a sexy SM weekend, I chose three women, to add to my list. Mae West, Scarlett O'Hara and Mrs. Peel.

I have always been fascinated by Mae West. She seemed to possess the secret knowledge that exists in the erotic minds of men. She knew their secrets and was not scared of them. She was only mildly amused. All she had to do was look at them a certain way and they would succumb instantly to her charms. She lived into her eighties surrounded by her cherished "muscle men" who took care of her every need.
What little girl wouldn't want to be Scarlett O'Hara?, at least if only for the duration of the picnic at Tara before the troubles began. Surrounded by men all vying for her affection, she held court on the lawn, the queen on her throne. Her exquisite features, tiny corseted waist, flashing eyes, enthralled them all. However, she was completely self centered, fickle, and cruel. A child woman throwing a tantrum.....sounds like fun to me!
And then of course, there is the inimitable Mrs. Peel. A steady diet of TV in my early years, no doubt help shaped my female psyche. There was this one woman who was unlike any other portrayed on television at the time. I was intensely attracted to her in a way my eight year old mind could not yet comprehend. I just had to stare at her. I didn't are about the plot of the show, all of that boring espionage stuff. All I was interested in was watching her mannerisms, seeing how show fought and solved problems, how she carried herself and was respected. Oh and she had great outfits.

So, I am grateful to Midori for her class on Female Dominance and I am grateful to strong women everywhere for inspiring me to embrace my female power.

My new pants

2009-12-18T21:38:00.005-06:00

I like my new pants. When I slipped them on, I realized that there was no possible way to avoid the dreaded VPL (visible panty line), so I did without panties altogether. Actually, I usually never wear underwear unless there is a good reason. Feeling sexy in a lacy thong is a good reason. Teasing a panty slut is another good reason.
I was feeling a bit playful when I donned my new pants before one of my boys came over. I thought it would be fun to make him crawl on the floor and kiss my ankles while I told him how I planned to use him for whip practice. I am in the process of developing my single tail skills and he would be perfect to practice on because of his willingness to surrender to me, even when he is afraid.
All went well. He dropped to his knees at the sight of me in my crazy pants and stiletto heels. While he was on the ground, I took the opportunity to kick him about a remind him that he was mine to use however I wanted. He was so grateful when I allowed him to kiss and pleasure my ankles before the whipping began.
I had him stand perfectly still in the middle of the room. He was under strict orders not to move a muscle. I then brought out one of my whips and flicked it hard, causing a very loud crack. He jumped. Of course, I had to punish him for that because he was told to hold perfectly still and he failed to do this! I alternated between cracking the whip and actually striking him with it. He tried hard not to flinch, but failed. I just had to keep whipping him until he stood still! He was so brave.
After the whipping, I rested my feet on him for awhile and told him how proud I was of him. Then I had him crawl to the bathtub for his reward.

Retro Bondage......yum

2009-11-27T20:23:00.009-06:00

One of my slave boys made me very happy this evening. He presented me with a wonderful collection of bondage booklets from the sixties. I am just thrilled with them. He also gave me several black and white glossy original bondage photographs from what appears to be the fifties or early sixties. All of them are gorgeous. I love the lingerie, hair and make up styles and of course all of the tawdry stories. My favorite is the Truant Officer's Punishment. These little booklets are so raw and so very, very naughty.

The very volumes I posses now were probably hidden away in some husbands secret hiding spot, far from the innocent eyes of his decent and morally pure wife. If she only knew that her husband was a kinky pervert who dreamed of being tied up and tortured by an evil Mistress, she would no doubt sue for divorce. Or maybe not.....if she was clever, she might pretend that she never discovered his shameful treasure. Instead, she would study the materials and glean all that she could from them, studying and preparing for her grand move. Just when the mood was right, she would surprise him with a good old fashioned hog- tied spanking. She would then declare herself head of the household and enslave her husband, and they would live happily ever after.

Back in my other life, years ago when I used to be married, I would have been thrilled if my husband was capable of understanding or even accepting my kinky nature....but alas, his mind was closed shut to the delights of sadomasochism. He didn't deserve to have a woman like me!

Beyond Vanilla / Torture Cage Scene

2009-10-01T14:37:00.006-05:00

Last weekend I went to Dallas to attend the annual Beyond Vanilla conference. I had a marvelous time attending various classes on subjects I am very interested in, attended a play party, and managed to do some fetish shopping all in a frantic one and a half day time frame!

The first class I attended was all about how to get your human puppy to obey and be a good little doggy. There were several pups and their owners in this class, and I must say I was very impressed with how responsive the pups were to their handlers commands. At one point during the discussion, the puppies were allowed to go play and frolic on the padded floor set up specifically for this purpose. It was very amusing to watch them roughhousing on all fours, playing tug of war with rubber chew toys, bouncing around and generally behaving exactly as biological canines do. I enjoyed watching them so much! I like to do the same thing at the park when people bring their dogs to play and socialize. My puppy was with me, but he was a little too shy to participate. You see, our doggy play is really only done in private and is quite a bit more sexual than the innocent, silly shenanigans we were witnessing. I suspect their play was probably a lot more sexual in private as well. I did notice that one of the dogs could not seem to keep his nose out of his owners crotch. It was pretty cute to watch.

Some of the other classes I attended were: Marking Your Property, Genital Torture Techniques, Sensual Flogging, and Personality Types. I enjoyed the presentations and learned a few good new tricks. The wonderful thing about this lifestyle is that there is always more to learn and try.

Now, on to the play party. Dallas has an amazing dungeon called The Sanctuary. Back in times of old, criminals could find refuge (santcuary) in churches. Hidden away, they could seek atonement for their sins, and maybe even escape civil punishments. Well, for the miscreant that I brought to The Sanctuary, no such mercy existed. The first thing I noticed upon entering the dungeon was a creepy looking cage hanging on a chain from the ceiling. It was so "Spanish Inquisition". It looked similar to this:

It was a bit narrower, so I had to really stuff my slave boy inside. His six foot four frame was very cramped, and I am sure it must have felt extremely restrictive. The act of putting him inside of this cage piqued my imagination. From this point on, I became the vicious Madame Inquisitor, and it was my job to force my prisoner to confess that he was a HERETIC. He was put through a variety of "tests" to see whether or not he was indeed a blasphemous enemy of God. One of the tests involved vigorously rubbing the edge of a bamboo baton across the tender area of the sternum. At first he would not cry out, until the pain grew so intense, he yelped, thus proving his guilt. Every single test I administered proved his guilt.
I devised a way to push him even further into misery. I tied some of my rope to the cage and spun it around, winding the rope around the cage as I spun, like an old fashioned top. I then pulled the cord, causing the cage to spin really fast! I also set the cage swaying and spinning at the same time! Needless to say my slave was disoriented and ready to confess to anything! Round and round, spinning and turning, I just laughed and laughed.

Deep in subspace, my boy reverted to his early altar boy training.....he started to wail "Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa......Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti....mea culpa......"
His pleas increased my sadistic satisfaction. AAHHH yes, good Catholic guilt! I love it!
I placed a sign on my boy, that said:

HERETIC
Must be punished

Another Mistress took notice and took the opportunity to indulge in her own sadistic urges. By the time I showed mercy, and released him from the cage, he had to be lead around like a mindless zombie, because he lost all ability to think! Ha Ha ha ha

Don't Fuck With Officer Akume

2009-09-14T21:00:00.015-05:00

Another prisoner was placed in my custody last night. He was brought to me because I have have special knowledge of how these type of criminals work. He had been caught in a public restroom engaging in obscene behavior. I could tell the minute I laid eyes on him that he was a pervert of the most despicable kind, I know I can spot them a mile away. Anyhow, the first thing I needed to make this pathetic creep realize is that he was in my world now, and the only law that matters is THE LAW OF AKUME. I placed him under arrest, but I did not read him his rights because prisoners have absolutely no rights whatsoever in my twisted realm. He would just have to take anything I decided to dish out. The first step was to have him strip for a full body inspection. I had him get in a really humiliating position and hold it as I roughly "inspected" him. His trembling legs and embarrassed blush just made me chuckle. He was reminded that he better never hide anything from me.
Then the questioning began. Over and over I asked the same questions until he gave me the answer I wanted. He was such a wimp. It did not take long for him to admit to his crime which happened to be self sodomy. I laughed out loud, a full belly laugh. Self sodomy!!! HAHA Even my prisoner started laughing a bit.
Then I slapped him hard across the face. It was swift and severe. I said, just because its funny does not mean its not serious. Self sodomy is listed in the Texas Penal Code as a crime against the whole state of Texas and Texas is a mighty big place. This got my guys attention and he wasn't smiling anymore. "Lucky for you" I said," I only enforce THE LAW OF AKUME. In my world, self sodomy is not illegal, so you won't be punished for that, however I know you are hiding more information from me!"

I had to rough him up a bit to get the information out of him. My boots are really sturdy and make for fabulous ass kicking. I got him down on the ground and kicked him good and hard as any self respecting cop would do. Over and over I kicked him in the same area until my leg got tired and his whimpering had started to annoy me. I had to take my rubber truncheon and give him several whacks to help him remember what his crimes were. Finally, I beat out a long list of offenses from him and they were all pretty gross!

Now, he will have to report to me, Officer Akume, on a regular basis to pay his debt to society!

Human Face Seat Cushion

2009-08-27T16:12:00.004-05:00

Artwork by Namio Harukawa

A few years back, I had the opportunity to share one of my favorite kinks with some fellow party goers at a huge BDSM educational party. My submissive friend trigger and I presented a workshop titled "The Human Face Seat Cushion". We talked about the motivations behind the fetish and what the participants each get from engaging in it. I showed my technique for tying, and hurting the subject to put him in his place before using him as an object. I sat on him for some time and when I was sure he was in deep subspace, I invited several of the ladies in attendance to give it a try. Several took me up on the offer and we had a fun time talking and laughing and taking turns using him as a seat cushion.
Here is a photo of us from that night.

A boy came over today to be my face seat cushion, that's right, his face was my cushion, to sit on with my full weight. Usually a bit of mental and physical preparation helps to put a sub into the proper mindset to endure such a thing. Bondage and pain assist greatly in creating the mood. The problem was that he was not into pain, or bondage. Most boys easily submit to this type of thing, especially when tied down and roughed up a bit. This boy, however was not keen on the idea of accepting pain or restraint. It was his first time to experiment with visiting a Mistress and he was very timid and shy.

His fantasy was simple and beautiful....just to have his face used as a woman's seat. He wanted to try front sitting, reverse sitting, and full weight sitting.
Now, although I am a sadist, I still enjoy controlling men through other means. His desire to experience his fantasy made it very easy for me to order him about. I explained my rules to him and used his nervous energy to my advantage. I like it when they are scared, and trembling. I like it when their palms are sweaty. I like it when they have to be reminded to breathe.
Once I had the collar on him, I ordered him to strip. He was actually bashful about showing me his body! I found this very sweet. It made me want to overpower him even more. He was too embarrassed to take off his boxer shorts, poor shy sweet little morsel...so I let him have his modesty.

I had on a flowing, knee length dress, silky, sheer, soft black panty hose, and four inch black stiletto pumps. I started the scene with some visual training. He had to fix his gaze on my shoes and legs as I asked him a series of very embarrassing questions. He admitted that he would see women like me and wish that he could be underneath their feet, under their dress. So, I had him crawl to me and I placed my dress over his head and let him stroke my pantyhose clad legs. He rested his head against me and it felt so nice.

Then it was time for the facesitting. I arranged some cushions on the floor and had the boy lay face up with the cushions on either side of his head. Then, I plopped down right on his face. I made sure that he could breathe, then I smothered him for awhile. I rubbed my butt cheeks on his face and he really liked this a lot. It was cute the way he would start to struggle when I cut off his breathing. When I grew tired of this game, I rested with my full weight on his face as I browsed through a magazine. My pantyhose had gotten moist from all of this activity, so I had my panty boy remove them. I rubbbed them all over his face and got him to admit that he loves the feel and smell of women's worn panties and pantyhose. I then reached into his boxers and tied his swollen cock and balls with the pantyhose and lead him crawling around the room a bit. I found it very amusing and arousing to pull him around like that. What followed after this was more of his face in my ass, among other amusements I will not mention. Then he earned himself a nice silky pair of pantyhose to take home.

Talk To Me

2009-08-26T15:54:00.006-05:00

Talk to me. Tell me those things you could never tell another human being. Those deep longings that live inside of you. The erotic mind is a vast universe filled with anything you can dream up. I will go there with you. Share your inner landscape with me. Are there special places you would like to explore?

I love talking about all things sexual, all things kinky, all things having to do with domination and submission. I am fascinated by peoples sexual histories. I savor every detail. I love talking about all of my wild past experiences and about all of those things I have always dreamed of doing but have not yet had the opportunity.

I like to use my voice to weave a web around a person and take them into my control. Do not worry if you do not know what to say, I will guide you. You will answer my questions, and you will obey. Maybe there are some very naughty, nasty things that you know you want to do, but you need permission. Want to be my slave? Want to be my puppet? Want to be my slut? You can be whatever I want you to be, whatever you need to be, My submissive play thing. Shed your inhibitions, let's get off together. I can be in your bedroom with you with my voice, right there with you! I just love sex talk!!!!

Extended Bondage Session

2009-07-27T22:58:00.008-05:00

Too much of a good thing can be unbelievably, absolutely sublime! At least, this is what I have come to discover after experiencing the joys of "The Extended Bondage Session". I am not talking about an hour or two of light bondage, although this can be very good, I am talking about submitting somebody to hours and hours of heavy duty power exchange brought about by intense rope bondage.

I recently had the opportunity to play with a major rope slut who just melted under my rope. All I had to do was open my cabinet, take out a coil of rope and order him to give me his right hand. I could begin to see a change already come over him. I swiftly slipped the rope around his wrist in a handy little cuff I know, then I twisted his arm behind his back. He did not resist. I noticed that his breathing became very shallow as he started to get a bit nervous. I slid my hand behind his elbows and guided him down to his knees as I began wrapping the rope across his shoulder and chest forming my special harness that I designed just for men. A few more wraps with more rope and he became my prey. Digging my toe into certain muscles I giggled when he gasped in pain. I toyed with him awhile and when I grew tired of this, I tied his ankles together then attached them to the chest rope. I covered his face and darkened the room. While he was in this vulnerable, inescapable state, I gave him some time to float away for a bit, alone with his thoughts as I gazed at him from across the room. I had all day to play with him, and I did not want to peak too early. I decided that a little mental relaxation was in order and I used my voice and the power of hypnotic suggestion to send him down into a deep trance. He became even more compliant and I became even more sadistic as I put him through a variety of tortures. The energy was a palpable circuit that I could feel coursing back and forth through both of us. It felt incredible.

Although he did not voice it, I knew that the bondage was becoming harder to endure. I removed the rope and allowed him to stretch a bit. Then I switched gears and placed him on my spanking bench and secured him tightly with the attached straps. I grabbed my rubber truncheon and positioned myself facing his head. As I bent over him, aiming at his butt to start the beating, an amazing thing happened. I felt a wave of orgasmic pleasure wash over me with an intensity that was so strong it almost made me lose my concentration! Once I regained my composure I beat him mercilessly for quite some time, riding that pleasure wave.

All of this playing left me ravenous for raw fish. I affixed a simple arm binder that kept my sub's elbows behind his back, but still left his hands free to serve me. He did such a nice job, struggling to set everything out and serve me a proper lunch. To show my appreciation, I shoved a few pieces of sushi in his mouth as he sat on the floor at my feet. He would need his strength because I was not finished with him yet. Far from it. More hours of rope bondage followed, my partner drifting up and down, responding beautifully to all of it. I tied some more rope tightly on his body, then my nurturing side came out. I am not ALL evil, you know. I held him for awhile until we both came back down to earth.

The wonderful thing about playing like this all day long is that we were both able to experience a deep level of connection that left us spent and satisfied. And total satisfaction is something I rarely experience. Hooray for rope sluts and long sessions!

Electric Experiment

2009-07-15T13:41:00.004-05:00

My submissive girl is such a treasure. She came over to visit me last week and we embarked on a space journey of sorts. What started out as a plain old Wednesday afternoon turned into a spacey adventure of the electric kind. Let me explain...

We were both in the mood to play, but I had not decided exactly what I wanted from my eager, sweet girl who can never say no to anything I want. Looking through my toys never fails to give me ideas, so I stood her in front of my special cabinet to show her my assortment of various goodies. There was one piece of equipment I had never shown her before, my violet wand. I could tell that she was very nervous about seeing this. She looked away and said she had always been afraid of those.

Well, that is just the kind of admission I like to hear before convincing somebody that the thing they are afraid of is the very thing that they really need. I always love to give submissives what they need, especially sweet willing ones who want to make me happy.

I started by darkening the room, all the better to see the pretty purple effects the wand makes. I ordered her to remove all of her clothes and placed cuffs around her wrists. I then secured her wrists over her head to the attachment points on the wall. Her breasts looked so inviting, I just had to take some time to fondle them. And fondle them I did, until I had her writhing and moaning. I decided to tease her a bit and withhold any further attention until she begged for it. I just stood there and admired her naked body, hands secured above her head.

Then she had to ask in the most polite way she could muster for me to please torture her with electricity. Well, now I was the one who could not say no! I ran the wand over her skin and watched the bulb crackle with purple light. When held very close to the skin, a little arc forms and it is just so pretty. Soon the air started to fill with the smell of ozone. I turned up the power. The wand makes a little buzzing sound. Every time she would hear the sound, she would brace herself for what was to come. I used a different attachment now, a neon candelabra bulb that glowed bright red. The powerful arc will burn the skin if left to linger to long. At this point I thought I would give her a rest and let her lie down on a special little pad. This pad attaches to the wand and allows the entire body to conduct electricity. I controlled the whole thing with a foot pedal thus allowing both of my hands to freely abuse her. It was so much fun to make her scream by using my little foil floggers and other festive little metallic toys.

To culminate the scene, I took the most evil attachment of all, a metal spike, and hooked it up to the wand. I explained to her that the spike would really hurt and had the potential to burn her flesh. She then very sweetly offered me the beautiful flesh of her left hip to do with as I pleased.

She made me very happy that afternoon. I am proud of her.

Later, she told me that she felt like she had been abducted by aliens and used for a weird electricity experiment. She had been rocketed into another world...the world of Akume.
Now I am inspired to put together a silver metallic costume complete with silver go- go boots to wear when I conduct my alien abductions.

What do I get out of it, you ask?

2009-06-24T17:41:00.005-05:00

Artwork by Soft Sub

Someone asked me what I get from being a sadist/torturess. Sometimes I get nothing, and other times I experience complex, unbelievable mental states. When the conditions are right, it gives me an intense energy rush, a unique kind of euphoria. It is the feeling that I can accomplish anything, that I am almighty.

I enjoy the thrill of the forbidden. I like breaking taboos and pushing myself to the very edge of my comfort zone, and I also like pushing other people's comfort zones as well. Just the whole idea of inflicting pain on someone is really against everything I strive to be in my regular life. I consider myself a compassionate person and wouldn't dream of really harming anybody. But, when I am in my dominant mind space, and I can go there at will, I put aside the cultural/gender training I was raised with. Doing this feels incredibly good. Its my way of taking a little vacation from societal expectations.

I know it is only temporary. I know that I am not really an Evil Queen. Well, maybe in a past life!
There have been times when I felt myself going in too deep and I had to pull myself away. These games we play are dangerous, after all. That is why we negotiate, that is why we strive to be as safe as possible, that is why we play within agreed upon parameters. This allows me to be a terribly twisted, cruelly demented, task mistress, but only for that glorious time frame we set aside.

So, what do I get out of it? Pure, raw, delicious, gratifying, POWER!

Remembering Shibaricon 2009

2009-06-17T14:16:00.005-05:00

Alas! I am back. Because of circumstances in my life involving some major transitions, I have neglected my dear blog readers! But, I am fine and well and all is as it should be. I shall be regaling you with tales of my adventures in the private universe I share with my kinky co-conspirators, as well as any passing thoughts I have concerning my explorations in erotic power exchange.

Recently, I had occasion to enjoy the company of some very talented rope experts. I spent a splendid weekend at the end of May attending Shibaricon, the huge rope bondage conference held in Chicago every year. This was my third time to partake of this amazing event, and as always, I was dazzled and inspired. I learned some new techniques and connected with some great people during the classes and at the play parties.

I attended a variety of classes, and thoroughly enjoyed them all. Some of my favorites were: Ecstatic Breath Worshop and Binding the Jewels with Suzanne Sxysadist (a phenomenal woman whom I worship!)
One Rope, Two Knots & Three Ties with Tony Buff & Derek da Silva(two totally hot dudes)
Microbondage with Morpheus (cool guy from Canada)
Manipulation of the Bound and Erotic Rope Domination with a side of pain with M.Yu (one of my favorite people on the planet)
Rope Torture as Spiritual Cleansing with Boss Bondage (one mean sadist but with a good heart)
I learned some new skills and had the opportunity to apply them right away.

I was very pleased to give three gentlemen attendees, who happen to be rope tops, their very first rope bottoming experience. It felt great to switch roles during one of the classes and practice rope with a guy who told me he was a dom, but had never used rope before. I was patient with him and his fifty foot piece of nylon rope. I let him tie me first, then I practiced on him a bit and he seemed to enjoy being on the receiving end with me using my hemp rope. Another guy I "helped" is a very talented fetish photogropher and it was an honor to put rope on him and to manipulate him while he was bound! The third guy was tuly amazing. We had originally planned to take turns practicing rope ties on each other. Once I had the rope on him, he seemed to be in a trance, and he just wanted me to keep on practicing on him. At that point, he definiely did not want to try learning the tie on me, he just wanted to enjoy being bound. He had such a wonderful energy emanting from him. I wanted more, so later that night, I had him as my guest at a little gathering in one of the hotel suites. I showed him what I learned in the Binding the Jewels class, and we participated in some other wicked and delightful amusements inovlving rope and the new toys I purchased earlier from the vendors area.

All in all, my Shibaricon experience was simply marvelous!

Akume's Obedience School for Bad Dogs and Petulant Puppies

2009-03-09T18:11:00.006-05:00

With Spring in the air, and the resulting increase in rambunctious canine behaviors, it is time to begin a new session of obedience school for doggies of the human sort. Now I know that some of you may be scoffing at such a thing, but it has become apparent to me that there are way too many dirty dogs that simply have never been given proper training and have been allowed to get away with attitudes and actions that simply cannot be tolerated. Allowed to jump and paw, lick and sniff, and get overly excited is not the kind of display that will make a Mistress proud of her pet. He must learn that she is the owner and boss, and nothing is more important than making her happy.

I have worked with resistant, aggressive types and taught them to listen and obey my voice and hand signals. I have also helped the shy and timid become fun and frisky. I accomplish this through an unrelenting training program that uses both positive and negative consequences. Negative consequences include but are not limited to spanking, striking with various implements, with corrective admonitions given in a stern tone. Positive rewards include verbal praise, stroking, petting, and if a doggie is REALLY good, he could be allowed certain forbidden activities that I will not mention here.

With a little work, I have my charges performing tasks that they never had imagined they would enjoy before. I know, it may seem a bit humiliating, subjecting a human dog to the indignities of a rolled up newspaper, cage, food and water bowls, playing fetch with a rubber dildo, and playing all kinds of silly games, but his embarrassment is the fuel that powers my glee. In the fantasy world I inhabit, we can do anything I want.

Do you know of a nasty, dirty dog, who needs discipline?
Could it be you?

Rope Splendor

2009-01-26T17:31:00.011-06:00

I love playing with rope. I use it as a tool for dominance. A bound person has no doubt about who is in charge. It all starts with the application of the rope. I like to take my time, slide the rope through my fingers, feel the familiar sensation of handling the bundle. I take the bight out of the coil and toss the rope, letting it uncoil as I prepare to place it on the body of my partner. Just touching the rope in this way starts my imagination flowing. I begin to think of a plan. Shall I tie his wrists first? In front of him, or behind his back? Shall I start by wrapping his chest first, leaving his hands free to serve me? Or should I just grab one of his hands, slip a loop over it, force him down to the floor and do a quick tie around the shoulder, behind the neck, around the next shoulder and back down to the other wrist, quickly, my knee pressing into his body. No, this time I will start slow, and very carefully tie his hands behind his back and continue with a chest harness, nice and snug.

I enjoy his reactions to my placement of the rope. I tug the rope to tighten it and he gasps softly. I run my fingers over it, smoothing it and evening out the tension. I feel his body give in to me with every wrap, every turn, every knot. He knows that the rope is an extension of me, my power, and my desire. Just for the sweetness of it, I have him get on his knees and bow down very low once I have finished the tie. A line is attached to the ceiling, so I can dangle him if I want to. The sight of him there, bound and willing, helpless before me is something I relish. AAhhhh yes, and now the teasing can begin!

After awhile I decide to amp things up a bit by applying still more rope. The foot makes such a delightful target when the ankle is wrapped and the line is attached to the ceiling. Its so cute how it wiggles and tries to escape. There is NO ESCAPE.

After a while I see the male member of my partner become very prominent, almost demanding attention from me. Well, just for that, I attached some thin cord to his thigh, bound the offending appendage very tight and forced it to stay in an upright position with the cord going around the throat which was pulsing with desire. What a pretty sight. I was inspired to preserve the moment on film for future viewing pleasure.

Sweet Masochist

2008-12-14T13:28:00.008-06:00

I recently had a very satisfying session with a sweet masochist. Its so nice when a prospective client shows through his emails a total willingness to surrender to me and experience the thrill of a real scene. I really appreciate the polite and respectful approach of a true gentleman. Beside his overall friendly manner, what made this particular person so endearing was the fact that he is a masochist and had no problem receiving marks on his body. I have ways of inflicting intense pain that leave no marks whatsoever, but it was refreshing to be able to use a variety of striking implements without worrying about the resulting evidence left behind on the flesh. Knowing this allowed me to punish him with complete abandon, which of course, REALLY gets my juices flowing. I love seeing the skin change color. The skin is the canvas, and I paint it with pain. I love running my fingers over the raised welts and feel the heat radiate from them. I love to laugh when I am feeling high and aroused, expressing my sadism.
I always like to hear feedback from my subs. Here are some of his thoughts, taken from a blog post he wrote about our time together.

She tells me to pick a number. I say three. I know I’m screwed when she laughs and says, “Thirty-three, wow, what a big number. Very well, Thirty-three it is.” Mistress Akume is an aficionado of Japanese rope bondage. I am bound and placed face down on the floor.

Mistress Akume gets a flogger and warms up my already sore bottom. I am grateful for the warm up. Eventually though, it’s time for the punishment. I am instructed to count and thank Mistress Akume for each and every stroke. The first stoke comes down and my ass is on fire. I think that there is no way that I can possibly take another Thirty-two strokes. Another stroke explodes on my ass. Then another one lands.

Mistress Akume is bending down next to my ear and is speaking softly. “I gave you specific instructions about counting each stroke and thanking me. You have failed to do that. We will begin again at zero. I expect you to be able to follow directions.”

“Oh, yes Mistress,” I groan.

I promise you that I never forgot to count or thank Mistress Akume for a stroke. Not a single one was a light stroke. They were all delivered very harshly and very very hard. I made it through the entire punishment, but just barely. I used my “slow down” safe word, but not the “stop” safe word. I was and still am very proud of my performance and endurance. Mistress Akume seemed to like it also and said I was a true masochist. I take great pride in that statement, especially coming from her.

After my punishment, the session wound down. After Mistress Akume removed my collar we were able to relax and talk about the session. Mistress was very attentive and warm. I was a bundle of nerves, all hyped up and giddy on endorphins. I was marked quite a bit on my back and buttocks, and even though I was struck very hard and had welts risen, there was absolutely no blood drawn. The marks lasted a few days and disappeared. The thoughts of the punishment will never leave me.

Was it worth it? Oh hell yes. Completely. Without a doubt.

Want to see Mistress Akume? You have to promise to be sincere. Do not be a game player, and do not waste her time. She is a professional and will tailor the scene to the individual so what you may experience will probably be different from my experience. That’s half of the fun though, isn’t it? A little bit of mystery in the shadow world of Mistress Akume!

Whip Mistress Extraordinaire

2008-11-18T19:20:00.008-06:00

Here is a photo of my new whip.

I want to become a "Whip Mistress Extraordinaire".

I had the good fortune to receive a hand crafted lovely seven foot single tail whip from a whip enthusiast friend of mine. He gave me a lesson on the proper technique for throwing the whip and also taught me safety tips. I had no idea how amazing it feels to send the whip flying through the air and making it pop with a very loud crack. The cracking effect comes from the tip of the whip traveling faster than the speed of sound. He taught me what he called the circus crack. I hold the handle in a special way, my index finger pointing to my target, in the direction I send the whip, and the brunt of the handle in the palm of the hand. This way I have more control over where the whip is going. I can just point to my target and send all of that power directly to where I want it to go. And believe me, there is plenty of power pouring out of me and coursing down the length of that lovely strand. The sound it makes as I make it crack is so thrilling and loud! Over and over again, I flung it out in front of me and made it crack. After awhile, it felt so smooth and graceful. I really enjoyed the feeling I got when the throw would be perfect. This particular method will allow me to actually wrap the whip around someone with very minimal impact. I can make the whip snake around a person in a very sensuous manner. It can also cause a considerable amount of damage to a person if not handled correctly. The knot where the cracker is tied to the whip can act act like a little bullet. It travels with an incredible amount of speed. I will have to practice for quite some time before I attempt to whip a person.
I felt so empowered by my whip lesson. Afterwards I was all excited. My hands were trembling and I was experiencing this nice little rush. I have experienced this feeling before when shooting guns. It felt wonderful.
So, needles to say, I am very happy with my new found fascination. I relish the thought of the day when I can actually whip a man with my single tail. I know it will be profoundly delicious.

The hot art of Eric Stanton

2008-11-02T17:48:00.008-06:00

I am blown away by this intense art. Just looking at these pictures turns me on so much. Eric Stanton really captures the essence of female erotic domination. I find these pictures more arousing than many of those slick, overproduced femdom porn sites one finds on the internet. Just thought I would share these with you, because they are so wonderful.

CBT sissy

2008-09-27T19:48:00.006-05:00

I am so grateful to have the opportunity to live out my fantasies on a variety of willing submissive men. It is an incredible feeling to connect with a person who meets me in that special world we share. The world of consensual kink, where the inner longings of the erotic mind are brought forth, examined, and gratified. Not everyone has the courage to go there. I am grateful to those men who come to me and open themselves to me, to take as I see fit. I take their hand and lead them into an experience that allows them to freely express their submissive nature. Plus, its just so damn arousing to me.
I had a client come to me recently who left quite an impression on me. During our initial meeting before our session time, he had admitted to me that I was the first person he had ever discussed his sexual fantasies with. He had always dreamed of the day when he would finally get the courage to live out one of his secret wishes. When he told me that he had never played with anyone before, my immediate response was one of delight. I told him that I consider it an honor to be somebody's first. We always remember the person who gives us an intense first experience, and I could tell already that because of our chemistry, we would have a mind blowing session.
I took my time, savoring every reaction I could draw from him. I started the session slowly, taking great care in examining his entire naked body. He had to be inspected thoroughly. I stood very close to him and ran my hands over his flesh, a little pinch here, a little slap there. He was very timid and very nervous. I could tell by his trembling, sweaty hands. To calm him, I whispered in his ear that he was a gorgeous specimen, and he passed inspection just fine. This seemed to relax him a bit and also caused him to get an enormous erection!
Well, I just couldn't let that thing stick out like that so I brought out plenty of nylon cord and tied it tight against his lower abdomen. I first wrapped the cord around the base of the cock and balls, then did a little maneuver that separates the balls and pulls them away from the body. Then I tie some fancy designs on the shaft and secured it against the body with the cord wrapping around the waist, nice and secure. The skin gets pulled very taught and it is so much fun to apply various sensations to it. I love the way the delicate skin feels beneath my fingers as I stroke, mash, tickle, squeeze, and slap. As the sensations grew stronger, my new boy fell deeper into my control. I did not let up for a long time, I very patiently tortured him to the point of reducing him to a weepy, drippy, on the verge of cumming, pathetic little sissy, which was exactly what he wanted to be. Our session continued into a full on sissy, cuckold, humiliation, scenario with him receiving blow job lessons.
What really impressed me about this submissive man was his complete willingness to surrender to me, even though he was scared. It turned me on to see him so vulnerable and to give himself to me and to trust that I would not actually harm him. Hurt him, yes, over and over, but harm him, no.

Thunder in the Mountains

2008-07-31T19:37:00.003-05:00

Last weekend I had the pleasure of attending the fabulous Thunder in the Mountains BDSM conference in Denver. I thoroughly enjoyed myself the entire time. The instructors were top notch and the play parties were seriously intense. It just feels so damn good to be in a huge room filled with people engaged in various expressions of beautiful sadomasochism. I was blown away by many of the scenes I witnessed and I also participated in a few myself. I learned a lot of new ways to torture people in the classes, and I also learned a lot about my own motivations through some very thought provoking lectures.

Here are a few highlights:

Class on erotic role play that culminated in a beautiful girl masturbating on stage as part of a "sex research" experiment, after she had clothespins removed from her breasts with a bullwhip.

Tying up the bell boy for a tickle session in my room. He was a curious observer of many fetish attired people and he knew that it was an SM convention. He wanted part of the action and somehow he knew to ask me as he was bringing my luggage to the room! Since he was cute, naturally I acquiesced to his request. I do so love providing first experiences to people.

Many, many, intense scenes of all sorts happening all at once in a gigantic room. At one point I stood in the middle of it all and just watched. All I had to do was turn slightly to see one incredible sight after another. I made a complete 360 rotation and was literally surrounded by visions of sadomasochistic horror or delight depending on how you choose to view it.

Hard rope bondage scene that had my sub writhing in agony as I drove the spike heel of my shoe into different pressure points on his body. He suffered the humiliation of being powerless under my rope and forced to perform oral sex on my shoe heel as the onlookers watched intently. And to make matters worse for him, I clubbed him mercilessly with my new bamboo club and covered his ass with bruises for all to see.

Purchase of fun new fetish outfit. Very stretchy, very shiny, royal blue corset style top and matching mini skirt with black lacing going up each thigh.

Making new friends and visiting with old ones.

These are just a few of the highlights of my weekend. I love my life!

Hypno-slut

2008-07-09T12:00:00.004-05:00

Hello to my dear ones, you know who you are.....Today's activity will require your utmost concentration. Through the power of my words, you will be transported into my mad realm, where things are not always as they seem and where the ordinary rules of logic do not apply. A place where I make the rules, which may or may not make sense to you, but always make perfect sense to me. I see you there, kneeling at my feet, hands on either side of my proffered foot, forehead lightly touching my shoe. I know your thoughts are spinning, and you are not yet in the serene space. I will soon take care of that. I wiggle my foot, which you know is my signal for you to kneel up and await my command. I allow you to sit in the little slave chair. Now you must listen very carefully to the sound of my voice, as you sit there, breathing softly, aware of my presence, the soft music, the faint scent of the candles burning. Your eyes are cast down, looking at your own hands as they lay in your lap. You may be wondering what I have in store for you and you may be wondering if you will be able to endure, and I tell you that you must relax now and listen carefully because you are mine and I will mold you into the shape that I want. You feel yourself getting heavy as your muscles relax, you're having a hard time keeping your eyes open, you cease trying to keep them open, you feel so, so, deeply relaxed, listening to my voice, the tone, the rhythm, lulling you into a deeply receptive state, a very pleasant dream, now I will be giving you some suggestions that really are commands and you will perform them instantaneously and find it very curious that you are not resisting even the most humiliating or silly of these tasks. As long as you follow my voice, you will please me, and as long as you follow my commands perfectly, you will be perfect, perfect in your servitude, perfect in your willingness, perfect in your submission, perfect in every way...................my little hypno-slut.

Shibaricon

2008-06-03T16:33:00.004-05:00

Now that I have had plenty of time to enter back into my ordinary life, I would like to reminisce about the amazing four days I spent in another world called Shibaricon.
Imagine over four hundred people all gathered together to celebrate, experience, learn about, and appreciate their love of rope bondage. Every class I attended was informative and enjoyable and the three play parties were feasts of delight. What struck me the most about the whole thing was the atmosphere of openness and camaraderie. Everyone just seemed so relaxed and easy going. This kind of general attitude lent itself to a huge and remarkably easy "pick-up" scene. It was so easy to make connections with potential play partners. I found myself with a wide array of choices! The beauty of it was the ease in which people would go from partner to partner with no sting of rejection. With so many people wanting to play, it seemed there were plenty of opportunities for all.
Another cool thing was how many people were switching roles. Top or bottom, whatever a person felt like doing was encouraged. In one of the classes, I put rope on a guy who is usually the one doing the tying. He enjoyed feeling the constriction and the caress of the rope. Later, I too enjoyed receiving the caress of his rope in a full Kinbaku style suspension. When it comes to rope, I truly enjoy both sides of the equation. I also found many luscious victims to tie, tease, and torment. I taught a few boys the meaning of total surrender to Akume!
I came home from the conference with a renewed sense of determination to increase my rope skills and to create more bondage scenes to savor and enjoy. I bought a new set of hemp rope.
Four pieces of 30 ft. 8mm, four pieces of 30 ft. 6mm, and two pieces of 30 ft. 4mm (for detail work). This new rope is very dense, a little stiff, and very "bitey". It stays put, wherever I apply it. It just doesn't budge--like bonds of steel. I also purchased a 40 ft. piece of very pretty, soft, lilac colored nylon rope with the intention of dressing a pretty girl in a karada with it. To round out my purchase I selected several strands of thin nylon rope in a variety of festive colors for CBT.
I am now inspired to dominate my chosen ones using all of my pretty new rope with increased rigor!

Seductive Death

2008-05-17T15:45:00.004-05:00

I just finished reading Welcome to the Monkey House by Kurt Vonnegut, a very thought provoking story set in the future. The story contained some very interesting characters called Suicide Hostesses. Their job is to assist suicide because of overpopulation. They exude sex appeal. The story is set in a completely sexually repressed world where sex equals death. The women are described as being over six feet tall, with advanced degrees in nursing and psychology. They wear purple body stockings, heavy eye make-up, and black boots. They are very tough. Their art is to put a person "to sleep" before they change their mind. The person must ask for the lethal injection and can change their mind and walk out at any moment. The hostess keeps them there until they ask for the shot, then she delivers it. Wow, seductive death delivered by a sexy woman who overpowers you. She convinces you that you want to die, and you must ask for it!
It was an interesting story in many ways. The government sanctioned sexual repression of the masses, the use of women to coax people with their feminine and erotic power as a tool by the government to reduce the population, and the image of the hostesses performing their duty made for an excellent read. In a world where everything is turned around and unnatural, why not use feminine allure for population reduction rather than reproduction.
The art of seduction is to make somebody believe that they want something, be it an object, an experience, or a person. A willing subject will allow his desires to be dictated to him. "You will want what I tell you to want". The seductress simply convinces the victim that whatever is in her best interest is also in the best interest of the seduced. Within a consensual D/S context, I would never dream of wanting somebody to harm themselves, I would rather convince them that through their willingness to submit to me and make me happy, they will find happiness as well.
I have the boots.
I have the heavy eye make up.
Now I need the purple body stocking and a willing victim!

Foot Pleasure

2008-04-06T14:20:00.002-05:00

When a pleasure slave has pleased me, a nice reward is to allow his lips and tongue to pleasure my feet. They are very sensitive and when the foot licking is done properly, I feel my entire body respond to it. There is a special spot right in the middle of my foot, just below the ball, that feels like it is connected directly to my clit. I discovered this by accident, I once had a girlfriend of mine come over to watch the movie Secretary. As we sat side by side on the couch, we thought it would be relaxing to massage each others feet while watching the video. I noticed that she would shudder and gasp when I rubbed that special spot on her foot. It responded to very light feathery touches and also to deep pressure from my thumb. She did the same thing to my foot and we had this amazing back and forth pleasure circuit created by the sensations we each felt and simultaneously gave each other. We didn't say a word, we just kept watching the movie, pleasuring each other in this way. I would hear her breathing change and soft little moans escape her lips, then I would change what I was doing lest she cum too soon. She would get the same responses out of me. We teased each other like this for a long time, absently watching the movie. Every so often, she would fall over the brink and have a nice little tremble as her pussy clenched. I don't know how many times we rode that orgasmic wave together, but I do remember how great it felt to discover yet another erotic response we are capable of.

Hide The Eggs

2008-03-23T12:59:00.009-05:00

The boy knelt before me, his gaze lowered, waiting for my command. I had just finished a nice flogging on his upper back and buttocks, the red flesh still hot to the touch. I was out of breath and needed to rest a bit. Of course, there would be no rest for him, not yet.
"Now boy, hop on over there and fetch my drink. Hop Hop Hop, that's right, hop just like a little bunny. You are my Easter bunny. Do you have some eggs for me? "
He seemed confused by my question. He remained silent.
"Answer me!"
"Yes, ma'm" He answered in a small voice.
After he hopped over and served me the drink, I had him stand in front of me. I informed him that we were going to play a special game called Hide the Eggs, after all, isn't that what Easter bunnies do? Hide eggs? I tied a cord around his waist and used it to also tie up his cock so that it lay pointing up towards his navel, exposing his "eggs". I then proceeded to have great fun using a variety of torments on the cock and balls. Each unique sensation would cause a different reaction, sometimes the testicle tries to "hide" and retreats into the body. Each time I introduced something new, I would get a thrill out of watching his facial expressions change. I made him watch what I was doing and half of the fun was building the anticipation. A light stroking of his inner thigh produced some very interesting changes in his male equipment. After awhile, he earned a nice rest, and he snuggled up to me as my cute cuddle bunny.
I must admit that I find male genitals quite fascinating. The way they are constantly changing, the loveliness of the skin, the amazing responsiveness....so many things, but that is another post.

Teachers Pet

2008-03-13T16:50:00.003-05:00

Oh my goodness, it seems a certain somebody has been caught looking up teacher’s skirt! My, my, did you think that I didn’t notice your roving eyes zeroing in on my crotch as I crossed my legs? You are a very naughty boy for trying to see up my skirt. And now you will be punished for your misbehavior. One hundred times, you will write on the board “I will not look up teacher’s skirt.” While you do this, you will be thinking of how ashamed you should be of yourself, imaging what it must look like under there, what color my panties are and maybe even that I am not wearing any! I know you have been secretly thinking of how you wished you could be my special teachers pet. I have seen you watching me and squirming in your seat. I know what goes on in your dirty little mind. That is why you must be punished, you dirty little boy. As soon as you have finished writing those sentences on the chalkboard, you are going to stand in front of my desk and bend over. Pull those britches down! That’s right, I am going to swat you with my yardstick until I feel satisfied that you have been properly disciplined. You must remember that this is for your own good. Twenty swats…thwap, now hold still, thwap, on and on, your butt is stinging like crazy. I know it hurts, and its good if you cry, just let those tears flow…that’s my good little pet. Now pull yourself together , pull your pants up and wipe those tears away. Teacher has a job for you, clean off all the chalkboards in the classroom, and remember the lesson you learned today.

Six word memoir

2008-03-13T15:53:00.002-05:00

Here you go Dsan and Kuuyri:

Lazy smile hides secret sexy world.

Sissy Masturbation Report

2008-03-01T11:29:00.004-06:00

Oh my goodness, have you been playing with that swollen dick/ clit of yours too much lately? If its true that you feel as though you have energy for little else... then it seems to me that your have been rubbing your pussy way too often! I know it feels sooo goood to play with it, and I understand that oversexed girls such as yourself cant keep your fingers away, but I must insist that you practice some self control. You are such a slut! such a naughty, horny little slut! Tell me the truth, how often do you make yourself cum? I need to know because its about time for you to learn how to control it. If you had your way, you would probably be having one cunt tinuous nonstop orgasm that never ends, but life is more than that, understand? You have duties and obligations to fulfill. The first of which is to make your Mistress happy. You do want to make your Mistress happy, right? You can start right now by writing a report describing how many times a week you cum and describing how you do it. I also want to know what goes on in that pretty little head of yours when you are being nasty with yourself. I will need this information to ascertain the level of control that you must be placed on. Take your time writing this report. Make sure that you communicate well, and above all, be completely honest with me. If I find out that you fibbed, you will have hell to pay and that sweet little flesh of your nether regions will be hurting so bad, you would wish that you had never thought to deceive me in any way. Now be a good girl and write an excellent report, and if you must take time out to finger yourself, make sure you lick your fingers clean, and include it in the report. It may be your only chance to cum in awhile. I will most likely be imposing restrictions that must be adhered to, or else...

Dinner Date

2008-02-17T15:31:00.005-06:00

He rang the doorbell at exactly seven o'clock, the time I specified. I opened the door to see a meticulously groomed man, smiling sweetly at me. He handed me a sprig of yellow and orange lilies. Very nice. I took the flowers and placed them in a vase. He stood nervously waiting there in the entryway. Tonight he would be taking me to dinner, one of the many ways I allow him to pamper me. I grabbed my wrap and my purse and headed towards him. Ready? Before we stepped outside the door, I reached over and pinched one of his nipples through his shirt. He made a cute little noise, one of surprise mixed with pain. I like that sound. As he drove, we made conversation about the jazz music playing and how sexy it sounded. I relaxed into the leather seat and felt so very grateful to be in the company of a gentleman who understood and greatly appreciated my perverse sexuality. My thoughts turned to how I would torture him later that night. Rope. Chopsticks. Rubber gloves. Stainless steel. So many wicked ideas. After a few moments lost in thought, suddenly I blurted out to him, "I am going to hurt you tonight! REALLY hurt you." When I said those words, I felt my heart quicken and a wonderful sensation flow into my nether regions. Upon hearing this, his eyes opened wide and he swallowed hard. "As you wish, Mistress."

Le ravissment de Psyche

2008-02-03T00:30:00.002-06:00

I love this painting!

Love of Latex

2008-02-02T15:52:00.001-06:00

He stood before me, a little shy, looking down at the case he carried. What's inside? Show me what you have inside of your private little box, your private little mind. What kind of perverse items hold the key to unlocking your erotic inhibitions? Lay them out for me to inspect, you know you can hide nothing from me. I watched as he laid out the items in front of me, a scary looking black latex mask with zippers in front of the eyes and mouth, some latex panties, and a very interesting latex garment. It had an inflatable penis shaped butt plug and a sleeve in the front for his cock to rest inside.
Oh my! Those are some very sexy things, if you are a good boy, I might let you model them for me.
He thanked me and then I proceeded to sadistically make him earn the right to wear those interesting garments. After I finished my painful ministrations, I gave him some special lube used for latex....he had never used this before, and was grateful. The feel of the smooth slick material is quite unique, especially when felt in the most delicate places of the body. He donned the garment, with everything in its proper place. I grabbed the rubber inflation bulb (like on a blood pressure cuff) and gave a couple of quick hard squeezes. He gasped from the pressure filling him up. A few more squeezes had him really panting. Then I had a wicked idea. Sifting through my closet, I came out with a rubber inflatable sleeve for his already sheathed cock to slide inside. With an inflation bulb in each hand, I had him on all fours as I alternately pumped and released the pressure. I had him rocking back and forth, back and forth, relentlessly and mercilessly he was fucking and being fucked at the same time by his beloved latex. Ahh yes, latex feels good.

Toe sucking slut

2008-01-26T21:40:00.001-06:00

Oh how I love the foot worshipper! It gives me a tremendous sense of power to tease and torment with my feet. The submissive must first earn the priviledge of touching my feet by enduring my painful ministrations first. If he is a good boy and takes his suffering well, I will reward him with the chance to feel my feet with his fingers and his tongue and lips. I will rest my feet on his face and allow him to pleasure me with his mouth and tongue. He will suck my big toe with all of the strength anf suction he can muster. I love a good toe sucking. SUCK IT!! I shout. SUCK IT GOOD my little toe sucking slut!!!

Respect

2008-01-18T16:40:00.001-06:00

In everyday mundane life, I believe in treating all humans with basic respect, however in the shadow world of Akume, where I make all of the rules, and I am the supreme being, men must kneel before me and prove their worthiness.
It is so refreshing when a man requests information on how to earn my respect. There are so few who ask and even fewer who actually deserve it. Most men do not even deserve to be in my presence, although unfortunately I must encounter these boorish brutes in my everyday life. I simply look right through them, as if they do not exist, because they do not even deserve to be acknowledged by me. If you are seeking a dominatrix, then happily, you do not fall into the aforementioned category of men. You, my dear fall into the most desirable category of all, the submissive male. You are one of the rare breed who understands that I must be worshipped as the sex goddess that I am. How might you earn my respect? Well, since my respect is not given easily, you must try very hard to always obey me, cheerfully and to the best of your ability. Sometimes I am hard to please, and I do tend to demand perfection, after all, I deserve it. Those who show exceptional quality in their ability to please gain favor from me. They will be shown greater affection and may even be rewarded with special privileges. I expect total submission from you, whether it is just holding still and looking pretty while you are tied up, or vigorously sucking my silicone cock, you are going to have to endure treatment that may leave you embarrassed or confused. As long as I am getting what I want, you will continue to exist in my favorite category of men.

Swirling energy

2008-01-02T14:31:00.001-06:00

I feel the energy rise, almost palpable, a living force, growing inside of me. It continues to strengthen, emanating from my core. If I do not contain it, it reaches out to others and spirals around them. They suddenly have a strange impulse, a strong desire to please and obey me. They may wonder where this impulse came from and why it is so strong. I feel this energy pouring out of my pores. There is a shining core inside of me, golden and warm, brilliant and strong. I feel it most when I am indulging in my favorite pastime, the domination of my chosen ones. It is a forbidden pastime, not for the weak. It involves the shadow side, the part of me that lay dormant for so long, gathering strength. When I uncovered it, it burst forth with an insatiable hunger, this shadow side, this side that all of you submissive men can understand and respond to. It is the part of me that gets enormous amounts of pleasure from your pain and your willingness to endure and to please me. I have discovered a wonderful world filled with passion, adventure, excitement, catharsis, beauty, peace, and raw power. This energy core gathering strength inside of me is your liberator, LIBERATING you from your LIMITATIONS. Explore your inner core. I will be your guide.

La Belle Otero .. the Suicide Siren

2007-12-27T19:26:00.002-06:00

La Belle Otero....an inspiration to me. Yes its true she drove many men to suicide, but nevertheless, I admire her use of erotic power, her sharp mind and her tenacity. At age eleven she was abducted by a shoemaker, held captive, and raped until her pelvis broke. A year later she ran away and lived by her wits and her body until she began her dancing career. Known as the "International Queen of Dance", she filled the theaters night after night and had a long line of wealthy suitors. She had a way of capturing mens hearts, then leaving them. She was an austere and merciless sex goddess. She once said that a man became yours not the moment you spread your legs, but the moment you "twist his wrist". Her treatment was too harsh for many of her suitors to bear, which resulted in several of them committing suicide. Otero was impossible to grasp,she had the quality of a goddess but was earthy at the same time...the ultimate femme fatale.
When I read about her, I experienced a morbid sense of fascination. The fact that she was able to rise out of extreme poverty and abuse and become such a powerful seductress is a testament to the power of female eroticism.
I admire her ability to harness the power of the feminine, although it is unfortunate that her attention resulted in such disastrous results for many. She was one hell of a soul crusher!

Rope, rope everywhere!

2007-12-24T11:00:00.001-06:00

Yesterday I had the pleasure of being in the company of a couple dozen rope enthusiasts. Getting together to share bondage ideas and tie people up is a wonderful way to spend a Sunday afternoon. One of my favorite ties is one that can be applied with the person laying face down. The hands are tied together, then the rope is wound under and across the shoulders and around the arms creating a diamond shape on the back. It can be pulled tight to raise the position of the wrists higher on the back, thus increasing the severity of the bondage. I added a second rope to the ankle, bent the leg back, and wound the rope around the top of the thigh, the foot, and through the toes attaching it to the first rope to add more fun.
There were several people there participating in the festivities with all kinds of creative ties.
From an asymmetrical suspension, to a red and green vet wrap mummification, to various body harnesses, the rooms were buzzing with activity. After I had my fill of tying, I relaxed by french braiding the hair of a lovely girl who agreed to someday wear a school girl outfit for me as a prelude to a vigorous application of physical sensations. Ummmm.

Urges

2007-12-17T19:51:00.001-06:00

There is a secret place inside of me where my forbidden urges dwell. These urges go beyond simply feeding, fucking, and fighting to another realm. At first, I ignored this part of myself, hoping it would stop interfering with my life, stop draining the sizzle out of my couplings with others. Somewhere along the line, I lost my inhibitions and decided to squeeze as much out of life as I could and I decided to unleash my inner wicked, femme fatale . I keep her inside of me, just under the surface, always watching, observing, waiting to be released. The moment the sub kneels on the floor in front of me and places his forehead lightly on top of my extended foot, the dark urges course through my being. I tell him: Empty your mind at this moment, focus on me now. All of those things that are part of your other life outside of this room no longer exist. Let go of every little thought that may distract you from serving me in whatever capacity I desire.
I can tell when he is ready to follow me, follow me into my world where he will succumb to my terrible urges. I will accept his surrender and savor it like a fine wine.

Enjoyment

2007-12-10T18:37:00.001-06:00

I really really enjoy what I do as far as my sessions with clients are concerned. I consider myself very lucky, but it is actually more than luck that brought me to this. It has been a fascination and at times a compulsion, this desire to express myself through erotic domination. I studied and practiced and sought out experts and studied some more. I experimented and admitted my mistakes and tried new and wild things that were scary at first. All along the way I have enjoyed myself immensely! I just adore the reaction I can get out of a person and I am sometimes shocked and surprised at my own reactions. I have entered a new realm where so many unbelievable things are possible. I connect with people in a deep primal way that feeds us both. I am excited at the myriad opportunities that await me.
I am hoping that this blog will be yet another outlet of expression for me. It is an interesting feeling to know that others may read my words, its a little exhibitionistic, a bit thrilling.

Femdom Roles

2007-12-09T11:11:00.001-06:00

Today I will meet with some dominant women in the local bdsm community to discuss the various archetypes of female dominance. From the Amazon Warrior Princess to Goddess to the Loving Mommy and any other role that comes up. I can see myself in a number of different capacities. It all depends on which area of my psyche would like to come out and play. It also depends very heavily on what the sub brings to equation. Somebody once asked me what kind of play I enjoy the most and all I could think of to say was Everything...as long as I am the Queen.

Artwork by Banksy

New Boots

2007-12-06T18:47:00.001-06:00

The boots arrived today; black shiny leather, thigh high boots with five in spike heels. My heart started beating faster as I released them from their tissue paper bedding. They were asleep, waiting for me to wake them from their slumber and infuse them with life. My feet and legs would provide the pulse, the life energy. My flesh warming the leather, the lacing pulled tight to hug every inch of me from mid-thigh all the long way down. I feel my mood start to change with every pull of the boot lace. The worries and troubles of my day evaporate and are replaced with a feeling of hungry power. I can do anything I want while I am wearing these boots!
The boy has been sitting in the center of my rug, watching me. He has no idea how cruel I can be with the proper boot wear. Boy! Place your hands on the floor--one palm up and one palm down. We are going to do an experiment. Which is worse? Palm up or palm down? Smiling sweetly I step on the fingers of the palm up hand, slowly at first until he starts gasp and whimper. My expression changes into a cold sneer. Next palm down hand. Tell me, which is worse? I mean better. Not for me, but for you? Are you sure? Wait a minute? Is this worse? Or, was this one better? For you or me? Who is everything for? Get it straight! Answer me! Now we need to start over...you are obviously confused.
On and on, the experiment continued until I stopped abruptly. I had enough. Good boy! Now you may kiss my boots.

Thanksgiving Human Turkey

2007-11-24T16:24:00.001-06:00

I felt like trussing up a human turkey after the big meal. A willing victim happily obliged. A couple of lengths of rope were used to ties his hands together in front and attach them to his bound ankles. I rolled him onto his side to prepare the flesh for the roasting. I oiled him up and set him under a heat lamp. His skin was toasty warm. I told him nice little stories about turkeys gobbling as the candle built up a pool of wax. For my amusement, he had to make turkey sounds....not "gobble, gobble", but real turkey sounds! It was so funny to watch him laying there, making those ridiculous sounds knowing that very shortly I would sear his flesh with hot wax. I basted him with the wax, pouring it over him, satisfied with the reaction it caused. Then it was time to amp things up a bit. I took a needle and heated it up until it glowed red hot. The look on his face was priceless. In a very solemn manner, I touched the needle to his upper thigh, his wails mingled with the sounds of Mozart. AAhh yes, the torture continued for awhile, fueling my sadistic glee. And just to show how pleased I was, I encased his cock and balls in lovely hot wax!

Something New

2007-11-04T11:56:00.001-06:00

I have decided to try my hand at keeping a blog. Hopefully, it will be an enjoyable endeavor for both myself and anyone else who happens upon it. I plan on sharing my thoughts and musings on life in general, but more specifically on my adventures in the world of female domination.