Power Exchange or Downright Thievery. My young Dominatrix shows herself

I realized the power I have over men at an early age when I had no idea of it’s impact.

With the guidance of my big sister, who really thinks men are pretty useless, I brought the neighborhood bully to his knees and made him cry, humiliating him in front of all his tortured subjects. I don’t think this was a power exchange, it was down right thievery….I stole his power. I was a dominatrix in training.

Paulie Douglass had been taunting the girls and beating up on all the boys in the neighborhood, all the boys who were unable to really fight back. Paulie was six foot and weighed a healthy 200 pounds. You’d think with all his size he wouldn’t need to push his weight around, but push it he did, until I put a stop to his bully tactics once and for all!

I thought my big sister, Dori, was pretty tough. More than pretty tough, she was smart, a junior in high school and taking college classes. Dori was planning to travel the world on a freight liner when she graduated from high school and I thought she was James Dean in a skirt. My dad was a bit of a bully and she was the only one in my family that could sass him and get away with it. That, alone, made her my heroine and when my breasts starting “showing” Paulie took me on as his next victim.

I told Dori how much I hated him and she suggested I keep my brownie camera with me for the next week or so, in the little rucksack I carried on my trips to the tree fort. The next time he started in on me I was to kick him in the balls and then “do” a little photo shoot!

I was twelve and didn’t know how kicking Paulies‘ football would do any good. Then Dori explained it to me. She showed me just where and how to kick Paulie. Suddenly I felt a whole lot better and couldn’t wait for the next time Paulie came out to play.

And then I had my fun. He taunted me in, his whiny sing song way, for my little titties ”LIZZY has titties, Lizzie has tittiesLizzie’s a cow….Let me milk those little titties………… LIZZZZZZY! LIZZZZZZY! LIZZZZZY!
Paulie seemed surprised when his taunts did not have the desired effect and the look of surprise on his face crumpled into one of agonizing pain when my foot met with it’s target.

This time it was his turn to cry and I got it on film. Clicking the shutter continually as Dori instructed, I would not find out for a week just how many ways I would have to keep Paulie in his place . Dori and I waited a week and laughed ourselves silly every time Paulie rang our doorbell asking to talk with me. I used those pictures all through junior high school and into the tenth grade until Paulie’s family moved. Not only did I have Pauliecrawling around after me liked a chastised puppy, I had the admiration of every kid in the neighborhood. That stupid little FUCK!
He should have left me alone when I asked him to.

Any time out gardener came by to take care of the lawn I ordered Paulie over to volunteer his help. I made Paulie help the little boy that delivered out newspaper and to work at every car wash my class ever sponsored. Teachers and parents alike were completely amazed at the transformation in Paulie the reformed bully.

MATURE PHONE SEX?

Mature Phone Sex ? I am not so sure about that!

I get a real kick out of the fact that when you type the phrase MATURE PHONE SEX, or even mature phonesex (some people spell differently than others and think phone sex is one word) into the google bar my web site will show up….some of the time. I can’t freaking figure it out, because when it does not show up another site comes up in place of mine. Adorable Ava.com And she happens to be a friend, Lucky for me! How funny is that!!!!

Does Google know that I love sharing the spotlight with her?

Does Google know I call her on the phone and we have more than a few girlie giggles about everything and about absolutely nothing?

Does Google know I call her and tell her the most perverted things in my horrible, over the top, imitation of Colonel Klink from Hogan’s Heros?

Does Google know when I am not on the telephone I am playing in my own adult version of a sandbox, with silk ribbons and trims?

Does Google know that I love riding my bike in the rain, right through all the deepest puddles? So how can I possibly be listed under MATURE PHONE SEX?

Can’t sleep *** Dreaming of Flying

Can’t sleep and don’t have the heart to wake my lover from his hard earned slumber.  Use your imagination! Did he wear himself out making me happy? Or, was he exhausted from his travels. Could it be a combination of the two?

I took my own little trip not too long ago.  I flew business class but didn’t have access to the private lounge and had to hang out with the crowds. Thank heavens for chamber music and Bose headphones. I can’t stand it when the lay over is longer than the flight and am happy that my other business does not require much travel.

I did enjoy flying over Manhattan in clear weather. Ever notice how all the good stuff is always on the left side of the plane? I love to fly, just not to crazy about doing it commercially.

Small aircraft with me in control….HOLY SHIT!!!! I kept saying that over and over, when I realized we had left the ground during my first flight lesson. That feeling is like no other and hard to explain. I live near the ocean and, often, ride my bike by one of the oldest private flying fields in the Northeast. I will always stop if a plane is on the runway, check the direction of the windsock and wait for the takeoff. Cheap thrills! I get almost as much pleasure watching the plane lift off.

I remember my flight instructor, a young woman in her twenties, talking about wanting to fly for the forestry department. Commercial airlines were looked down upon as too boring and like driving a bus. She wanted to do something exciting and was waiting for her chance. Dang…..selfishly I was not happy when she left as she understood my disordered brain.

Usually when the flight instructor wants to take back control of the plane they will say “My plane” and that brings out the child in me. I want to argue the point and continue playing with my new toy. BESIDES, she did not own the plane! We were just renting it.  We agreed that when she wanted control of the plane, she would say simply say “Let go”

The first flight was pretty wild and I loved flying over the salt marsh and my beloved ocean. After We reached  altitude she started giving me a little aerial tour of the land. “Over there is Cape Ann, off to the left….” (all the good stuff is off to the left). I told her “You can lose the tour guide, I’m trying to fly the airplane!”

I thought I did a pretty good job, as I stayed near the middle of the air, remembering that if we were to crash she would know to fly us as far into the crash as possible.

Femme Dom Phone Domme

Not long ago, one of my curious newbies asked me how it was possible to dominate someone with phone sex. Of course I laughed. It is not about sex, silly!

I love the power exchange and the dance that goes along with it. Finding the buttons, knowing when to push them and how hard, is a challenge I enjoy.

A melliferous whimper coming over the phone line does what the Latin suffix implies. My panties moisten and I revel in the telephone tease. Perhaps there is tease and denial involved, or cuckold behavior to explore. Perhaps my subject needs sissy training or just wants to let go and have my own perverted predilections take over.

I can be a bit of a switch, but when I do that (not all that often) I still top from the bottom. I love being a bit of a whore, just don’t ask me to be a submissive one. Not going to go there, not going to do that! There are so many variants to dominant/submissive behavior. I love the exploration that happens with each new relationship.

Whatever your need or desire, I will have fun finding out what makes you tick and then I will fuck with your clock, (or cock) and make you my supplicant little bitch.

Fetish Phone Sex (adult baby *** Infantilism )

The adult baby fetish is very misunderstood which makes me love the role of mother, protector and disciplinarian that much more. My baby boys need me to soothe and diaper their little bottoms and I get right into it. Maybe it is genetically, hard wired behavior. Whatever it is, I love to play mommy and change my baby’s nappies.

I love to spank little bare bottoms when my boys are bad and misbehave. When they make dookie in their diapers right after I have changed them I will make them sit in the corner until I am ready to change them again.

When my babies please me I love to give them my boobies to play with and suck. I love the feel of their precious little hands pushing on my full breasts as they nurse, gurle and coo.

I, SO, completely “GET” why this fetish is so enjoyable. Letting go of all the trappings of the adult world and recapturing childlike innocence can be transforming and restorative in a way that is hard to duplicate. Playing like a baby, talking like a baby, being treated like a precious sweet, lovable baby is pure heaven. Mistakes are forgiven, you are just a baby. Messes are cleaned up, you didn’t mean to spill the milk or knock over the flowers, you are just a baby. When you fart, it’s cute, when you burp it’s adorable, you are just a baby. And having your bottom wiped, powdered and wrapped in soft fluffy diapers, for some of us,  beats comfort food by a mile!
I love to escape into that zone where my baby’s needs are so easy to meet. When baby grows up, it gets so much more difficult, the choices can be perilous. But when I hug and rock my sweet baby I am taken along to that place of sweet surrender. Call me to experience mommies love and tenderness.

Visit my web site for more information on how to get in touch with me and please do not let yourself be turned off by the overtly sexual nature of my writing. I am a woman with many talents and desires. I may not be as involved in your festish as you are, but certainly do enjoy the mommy role. I am not happy eating oatmeal every day for breakfast, any more than I am happy with any one type of conversation. Trust that I enjoy your fetish and will treat you with respect and dote on you as only a mother can.

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Tease and Denial

I just finished a tease and denial session and am procrastinating putting together my cash flow statements for my nilla biz. So I will procrastinate with another post for my blog.

I love hearing the whimpers when I tell my guys to take their hands away from the playground. The noise is often sweeter than the little moans they make when I allow them to stroke their cocks. I love keeping my guys hard and ready. It keeps them on their toes and in a state of hyper arousal and lust, right where I want them, thinking about me, longing for my dulcet tones and dirty thoughts. I have been told that there is no conceit in my family because I have it all, I am inclined to agree.

It is so nice having confidence, knowing my sexual power and putting it to good use. I love to tease, and deny you the orgasim you desperately want and think you need.

I can always justify my wicked withholding ways by telling myself it is not good for your character to get what you want all the time. Or even some of the time. Or at all.

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Sissy boy is back home

I’m behind a bit on my sissy boy update. A prototype deadline for my other business demanded my attention.Though I am always happy for deviant diversions (phone calls) I could not find the time for my other pleasures.

Candace and I spoke with Carl for much of Saturday afternoon, then we gave him time to integrate his transformation and enjoy the newness of it all. The cute girlie attitude he adopted was sweet and amusing. We had him in front of the mirror, painting his nails, putting on make up and fussing with the wig I sent to his suite. Of course he was humiliated by the way we made it obvious to the bell hop what was in the package.

All dolled up in his little fifties frock, Candace had him answer the door for room service one last time. Finally a reprieve, we allowed him a long luxurious soak in the big tub before dressing for his dinner engagement. We do realize he has a separate life from that which he longs to lead so he only had to wear the panties under his suit. Dinner was at the new Wolfgang Puck restaurant with a client and as much as it is fun to play with the sissies, I know where to draw the line. I did make him call me so I could tell him what to order for dessert.

Carl spent the first part of his week attending to business during the day and indulging in his girlie pleasures at night. I am looking forward to more of his business trips almost as much as he is.
I got such a kick out of Carl staying at the Wilshire. When I am finished with him, undoubtedly he will be cast in the Pretty Woman sequel as both the corporate raider and the pretty woman.

Sissy boy (part four)

  Candace and I played with Carl on Saturday, we had a hard time deciding whose little finger to wrap him around. He had a hard time as well, but of an entirely different nature. What a Nervous Nellie he was.

We started his day the night before when I had a package delivered to his suite. The concierge was  accommodating in my request that he call me right before the package was delivered. I called Carl so I could hear his reaction when he opened his surprise. Of course he paid for it. The little gasp and giggle said I made a good choice in the silk nightgown and matching wrapper.

Carl was instructed to take a nice long bubble bath, slide into the silk and call me from bed so I could wish the princess a good night. But I did not let it go at that. I tortured him with the fact that in the morning he was to order breakfast, call me and put the phone in the pocket of his dressing gown. He was to answer the door in his frilly frock and  let me listen in while he gave the waiter instructions on where to put the tray.

When I spoke to him Saturday morning he told me he had a very hard time getting to sleep. For two reasons. One, he was nervous and excited and two he was just plain excited. His breakfast arrived and I told him to speak to the waiter in a girlie voice that would befit his attire. He tipped the waiter, sat down for coffee, but he said he was to nervous to eat.

I let him enjoy his new silky gown and the knowledge that he would be sleeping in it for yet another week, until he finished his business in La. The concierge sent up the second package, silicone breasts, while I was still on the telephone. Carl would be transformed into Carla in a matter of hours. I let him enjoy his excitement with the promise that Candace and I would be back at the designated time for our afternoon of fun.

Sissy boy saga (part three)

 Last night I talked with Carl, my panties were wet, his cock was hard and I heard the desperation in his voice. He was allowed to unwrap only the new panties and rub them between his fingers as he stroked himself. I love the breathy sounds that come over the phone line when I tell him to take his hand away.

He was not allowed to cum and had to put the panties back in the wrapper. Carl will not be allowed to look at any of his new pretties until Candace and I have him on the phone tomorrow. He was so, so worried, yesterday, that he would run into a business associate while he was on his shopping trip.

I had him on the phone while he made his last purchase at La Perla. Panties for me! Panties I am just too frugal to purchase for myself. I always end up thinking, the price of one pair would send a child to school, in Africa, for a year. So I am happy not to endure that kind of guilt and have my boys spoil me instead.

The panties make my pussy warm, stuffing my IRA makes me wet. Pleasing me makes Carl happy and we can all enjoy our kinky little romp Saturday afternoon.

Carl, sissy boy in the making (part two of the sissy boy saga)

 Candace and I talked to Carl, this morning, teasing him about our upcoming session over the telly. We talked to him on Tuesday and are torturing the poor boy. He has never dressed in woman’s lingerie and this will be his first time. We are taking special care with him, after all anticipation is almost half the fun.

 We are sending  him on a scavenger hunt starting at Faire Frou Frou, a hot little lingerie shop in Studio City. I called yesterday, a package would be waiting for him. He has instructions to pull out the stockings, panties and and garter and ask the clerk if she thinks they will fit.  Back in his car he must freshen up his lipstick. Of course the driver is discreet. The nervous Midwestern Businessman with a hint of Passion Red on his lips is nothing out of the ordinary, not in LALA land. Then it is off to Agent Provocateur on Melrose to purchase the riding crop encrusted with Swarovski crystals and from there his last purchase at La Perla, close to his hotel where he can make the mad dash to his suite and wank his weenie, fingering the silky panties and stockings.

I think I will engage him in a little edge play, not the scary physical kind, but the play where he wanks it near fruition and then is ordered to stop so I can revel in his whimpers and pleas. He will not be allowed to cum until Saturday when Candace and I have him for the afternoon.