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Strapping One On

Strapping One On

Strapping One On

One million and 400 and 20 some odd years ago when I showed up to my very first orientation at a house of ill repute and the house mother was walking me through the ins and outs and where are’s of the house, she mentioned strap-on play. As in strangers, people I had never met, would come, give me money, tell me I was pretty, and then let me put things in their butt. Things… like a strap-on.

I. Was. Floored.

Mom was right. Do what I love and the money will follow.

Being paid to use a strap-on quite possibly over shadowed the fact that I might also get paid to let some stranger watch me masturbate. That just seemed like cheating, because, after all, I was going to do that anyway. Getting paid for it was just a fucking awesome bonus.

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C is for Cleavage

C is for Cleavage

C is for Cleavage

Cleavage. The great equalizer. Man or woman. Gay or straight. We have ALL made idiots of ourselves over cleavage at one point or another. If you tell me you haven’t, I will assume you have done something so entertainingly horrific over cleavage that you are still in court ordered therapy for it.

Because if Jane Mansfield and Sophia Loren can create this masterpiece of inappropriate staring, then imagine the scene common humans like us create every day.

In the dungeon, I wear my cleavage like a weapon. Fredricks of Hollywood helps me raise my well worn milk makers to new heights creating a monument to boobs everywhere. I play a mean game of “I Dare You To Look” with my cleavage and my whip hand.

And boys lose every time.

Of course, in the dungeon, it’s a consensual game. I put my cleavage out there, and they gladly pay the price for a peek.  And truthfully, it’s a sad day when they are so well trained that they can resist looking.

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Feelings

I'm pretty sure one of these fits. Just not sure which one. And it's subject to change. Abruptly.

I'm pretty sure one of these fits. Just not sure which one. And it's subject to change. Abruptly.

Blarg. It’s been a week and I’m still trying to sort them out. The cold meds aren’t helping. I used to get a cold right after finals every semester. I guess this is pretty much the same thing. Big stress followed by big virus. And this time I was so stressed I cracked one of my brand new fancy white fillings, and now I need a crown. Oh Fab. More time at the dentist.

I’m sad I won’t be able to give Monkey a sibling. Although, realistically, he has a cousin, and several nieces and nephews that are his age. Even thought they are all a state away, we see them on holidays and quite often in the summer. And a couple months ago good friends of ours from the city bought a house down the street and we see them and their two small kiddies all the time. Monkey is not going to be lonely.

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What item in your dungeon do you think should be in everyone’s bedroom?

Shivers the Vibrator

Shivers the Vibrator

Me.

Ha! No?

Seriously?  A vibrator. Not the big, goal oriented ones you first think of, but a small, powerful, easy to use with one hand kind.

Because a nipple clamp is fun. But a nipple clamp with a little vibration? Zoom!

Tied up his cock and balls? Try running a vibrator across them. Teasingly.

Bound across the bed? Could be fun. Bound across the bed while your partner alternately teases, pleases and tickles with the vibrator? Awesome.

Don’t use it with a goal in mind. Use it as a sensation. Run it across the inner thighs. The soles of the feet. Down the ribs. Across the top of the scalp.

Use it to tease and deny.

Keep in the the fridge on a hot summer day.

Do make sure to keep extra batteries close by – and if you are going to store it for any length of time, take the batteries out. To clean it, wash with anti-bactierial soap.

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Unforgettable. That’s what you are…

Unforgettable. That's what you are.

Unforgettable. That's what you are.

Totally. Absolutely. Oh. Wait. That’s not what I meant.

I loved meeting you. We had fun! Maybe you brought me a wonderful gift. We talked about life and your wife and all the reasons you couldn’t share this with her. You poured your heart out to me about your fetish and your fears surrounding it.

And then I did the most unmentionable things to your unmentionables.

Put you in panties and tied you up. I spanked you and told you what a nasty little worm you were. You were unfit to lick my boots, but were forced to deep throat them anyways. I tied up your manhood and insulted it. I smacked it around an made you cry. I shoved things inside you from every direction, filling every orifice. I pretended to be a neighbor, that one from your childhood. I  caught you peeking in my windows and I punished you soundly, cleavage heaving. I outed you to my friends. I tied you up and left you for hours. In the dark. Afraid. Terrified even. I beat you until the marks left a lasting impression, if not on your ass, then on your soul.

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I will not forget my house key..

I feel like I'm forgetting something

I feel like I'm forgetting something

I was the oldest of three latchkey kids so it was my responsibility to remember the key. It was on a long chain that I was supposed to wear under my shirt. When I forgot the key, the three of us where locked out of the house until our parents came home about dinner time.

Ironically, had they been home, we would have been told to play outside until dinner time.

Needless to say, my nine year old brain could not seem to remember the key more then say, half the time.

This meant a lot of time sitting on the porch waiting for parents to come home and spend the evening scolding me, and finally telling me that I would have to write, 1000 times, I will not forget my house key the next time I left home without it.

Which took approximately, one day.

I was condemned to write after school and on weekends until I had finished. Then I could once again and go outside and play.

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A Fun New Game For The Dungeon

Crash and Burn

Crash and Burn

When it comes down to it, all the leather, expensive equipment and other formalities aside, clients come to the dungeon to play. To escape reality for a bit. To have a heart bounding (some times ass pounding) good time.

It’s just a different brand of ‘good time‘ then what usually comes to mind.

Submissives like to be put in humiliating situations that result in them being in pain.

They like predicaments in which they can’t come out ahead.

They like the unexpected.

They like to feel their adrenaline pumping.

They love to hear Mistress laugh and know they are the source of her amusement.

So, with this last week of ear infections and late night dashes across the house, I have once again been schooled by my toddler in the ways of the dungeon. I have a new game that NO submissive would ever expect.

I will lead them naked into the middle of the dungeon. (Although, I’m usually in my underwear when I play with Sir Monkey.)

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The Business of Dirty Little Secrets

Monkey Business

Monkey Business

When I first started as an Independent Professional Dominatrix, I was so thrilled that clients actually wanted to pay money to see me, that I would take them pretty much any time, any day. I was worried that every client who called would be the last and that I would suddenly find myself unable to pay my rent.

Or, goddess forbid, buy new shoes.

That quickly got old. As I’m sure you can imagine, the minute I bought concert tickets, or made plans with my friends, a client would call and I’d spend the whole time I was out fretting that I’d missed a chance to make money. Or, I’d cancel on my friends and spend the whole time I was with my client worried that I’d lost a friend.

So I decided to limit seeing clients to standard business hours. It was a terrifying move, but had a couple benefits that although I didn’t expect, I thoroughly enjoyed. I was now free to go out with friends when they were off work at their straight jobs.

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A Zany Assortment of the Bizarre #31dbbb

A Zany Assortment of the Bizarre

A Zany Assortment of the Bizarre

Todays assignment on 31 days to build a better blog is to write a list post, so, I though it would be fun to write a list of the types of sessions I do. Because each session has it’s own tweeks and fun fetishes, this is of course a pretty basic list – but I figured it would give you an idea.  A typical session with touch on many of these topics, but concentrate on one. Also – there are a LOT of other activities in the world of BDSM, but these are the main activities I enjoy in a professional session.

* Bondage Bondage is definitely a favorite of mine. Something about restraining the body opens the mind. A submissive, once bound, understands that they are going to enjoy the Mistress’s sadistic affections. Even if they negotiated and paid for them, once the time comes, sometimes is just easier to have the ability to pull away, taken away. While many Mistresses enjoy Shibari or other fancy rope work, I’m a fan of a good think leather restraint with a key’ed lock and a key I can dangle in from of them. It’s quick and efficient and I just don’t have the patience to spend a lot of time tying someone up. There is also something sorta sexy about hearing that lock click shut and knowing that there is no turning back.

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Did you abstain from Mistress business while breastfeeding? Just curious, as I know men who adore lactating females… Xo Danielle

A Breastfeeding Mistress

A Breastfeeding Mistress

No. I didn’t even abstain while pregnant. I did sessions until I was 37 weeks pregnant. And then I only stopped because I was TOO LARGE TO MOVE. (Unless there was food involved. Then I was as quick and limber as a cat.) Clients were still trying to book with me. My clients don’t get to see my breasts, only, my cleavage, which is hyped up on Fredrick’s of Hollywood Cleavage Makers Bras, so I’m sure they had no idea if I was breastfeeding or not.

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