Female domination is a boundless world of strict rules, sweet pain, extraordinary feelings and dark fantasies. It is different for every dominant woman and submissive man but there are two major wills no one of them can deny - to dominate and to be under control. FemDom Chronicles is the place where these desires merge together in fascinating stories illustrated with 3D drawings. Each femdom story, true or fantastic, becomes the truth in 3D art which you’ll surely like if the desire to dominate or to be dominated is yours.
I chose this set of pictures to share because it reminds me of the new MP3 I have available called Climing the Corporate Ladder. Now you boys enjoy these pictures, or better yet - pick up my MP3 and listen along.
This post is to say thank you, to my sweet merlot. With your lovely gift, I enjoyed a very leisure lunch at the Olive Garden this afternoon - and - filled the Benz up with gas.
I want to point out, to those reading this, it is not about, nor ever been about me seeking to drain the wallets of any potential submissive who serves me - ahhh, but their gifts, when done from their heart, from their desire to please me - is held in utmost respect and gratitude. Those that seek to truly want to give me the pleasures I am accustomed to - on them.
Merlot has been a favorite pet of mine for quite some time…. he has come to know me, and I him. And I really like it that way.
So thank you merlot.
Jennifer, I have used the Flip Cam many times over, that you sent me. As a matter of fact, I used it today while touring a potential piece of property. Now if only I could get your sweet little ass here to hold it for me, maybe I could do a video once in a while to put up to share! *Smile*
Stephanie, you dear…. are just so…. girly! Even as lovely as I am, when I see those long red nails of yours and those pouty red lips - well, let’s just say, you have earned a very special place in my heart.
Michael - I know you are reading this… forget something this past week, dear? I believe a deposit is due!
Without doubt, one item that is central in the FemDom/malesub active play - is the male sex organ. Those hard cocks, soft cocks, little dicks and bull cocks, those low hanging balls or shriveled up nut sacs - all opens a world of possibilities for fun play, psychological as well as physical and usually both.
There’s an old saying, “When you have him by his balls, his heart and mind will follow.” Well, nothing is more true in an erotic power exchange context
There is a widely spread legend that not only the penis erects, but that the male testicles (balls) will become heavier as they “fill” with semen. That is not true, at least not in the literal sense of the word. However, to the man himself it often indeed feels like that. That is a result of the effects of skin stretching. Skin covers all parts of the male genitals. The more this skin is stretched the more sensitive it becomes, as nerve endings are forced closer to the surface; thus the skin is more sensitive on an erect penis than on a flaccid one. The skin of the scrotal sac is thicker and is capable of great stretching and becomes even more sensitive when stretched. That is when the man becomes aware of the weight of his balls, hence they suddenly feel heavier.
The skin covering the head of the cock is very thin, tightly attached to the underlying tissues, and is extremely sensitive. It is important to be aware of the differences in sensitivity between a flaccid and an erect penis. Almost every action during active play - and of course the “things” happening in the mind - will cause the penis to swell and become increasingly sensitive.
Hence what may be not painful in the beginning may become very painful (or intense) as play progresses.
Hence, when it comes to CBT, the trick is to downgrade your impulses instead of upgrading.
The penis will “upgrade” whatever it is you are doing all by itself. The experienced FemDom will be looking for exactly that - let the penis (and the mind) do the work for you.
I do love getting letters from my pets. This is one I received from my special pet, Merlot.
I met Mistress Chianti like I’ve done 100 times before. Something attracted me to her, maybe it was her picture, something said on her web page, or just the mood I was in. First I listened to her panty tape. I felt a new excitement, tingling in my fingers, my heart pounding, something was different and wonderful.
We talked and talked. She took me to new places. The beach, where I could feel the heat from the sun and sand. The sound of ocean waves, the wind blowing in my face. Where I melted into the sand and traveled into my universe. Or a journey through a forest into a meadow, up a path to the top of a mountain. A journey that never ends. I was guided by my trust in Mistress Chianti. Seeking that energy, becoming one with the universe. Her pussy, the portal to my universe. My cock, no longer mine.
I experienced the mating ritual of the black widow spider. I felt her talons stroking and scratching my body, drawing my mind deeper and deeper under her spell. She cast a web that ensnarled me forever. I cumed like I never cumed before. I BELONG TO YOU.
Our relationship has grown stronger because of our mutual trust with each other. She fosters harmony, listens to reason. A happy submissive is a sub that will remain a sub for a long time. Her sweet sound of cuming gives me incredible pleasure knowing that I have satisfied my Mistress. She is so hypnotic, getting deeper and deeper into your mind. Keel before her, dress as a slut, feel her warmth and power.
I have been fortunate to listen to her panty tape and smell and taste her pussy from panties given to me from my Mistress. My purpose in life is to please my Mistress. I am a good slut.
In my travels of the BDSM lifestyle and WIIWD (what it is we do), I have had the opportunity to witness and partake in a precious collection of experiences and just how far the human psyche will endure for that visit to nirvana.
But none of these had prepared me for what awaited me at the accepted invitation to spend the evening with Mistress Vera as a guest in her beautiful home. I had simply been promised “a very exciting evening – one I would not soon forget.”
Upon arrival, I was welcomed by two lovely slave girls dressed in European loincloths, expertly tied so that the material draped over their breast like a flowing waterfall and fell to rest against smooth and tanned thighs.
The smaller of the two, offered me a chilled glass of Pinot and showed me the way to the exterior bathhouse, where Vera was expecting me.
Within the circle I socialize, I had heard of Mistress Vera’s bathhouse, but had never visited before. I smiled as I realized the “exciting evening” I had been promised, would include such a luxury of the infamous Turkish bath.
As I approached the outside of the bathhouse, the welcome mat suggested that if I were indeed going to die today, to please do so after taking my bath, I simply chuckled.
Entering the bathhouse, I was politely shown into a large marbled atrium with approximately 20 topless female slaves, all wearing the same style of draped loincloths over their midriffs. Mistress Vera was about 30 feet to my left, lying on a large marbled table (which I later learned had various temperature controls). We exchanged brief pleasantries and she urged me to enjoy myself.
I was then shown into a small dressing room and handed what looked like a handkerchief, presumably to cover myself.
I walked out of the little dressing room, bare-chested and wearing the three-sizes-too-big wooden flip-flops they had given me. Clip-clopping along, my steadily gathering interest now turning into raw excitement. I noticed just how beautiful all the women in the atrium actually were and although they all had similar characteristics – dark hair, tanned skin; they had apparently been given some kind of tutorial on how to tie their loincloth just so, to cover their private regions, excluding their breasts. Nice touch, I though and such a lovely sight.
Before I could examine their European loincloth-tying techniques any further, my masseuse, ushered me, wordlessly, into another room. Here I beheld a Renaissance painting: women of all ages, shapes and sizes reclining luxuriously on the marble floor, completely nude, having every need met.
Greetings were exchanged and introductions made as I was quietly guided to the center of the room and onto a tall marble platform (like the one I had seen Vera on when I entered). Apparently, there was a bit of voyeurism, as well as exhibitionism that took place amongst the women, and this table in the center of this room would enable all to see me. How delicious!
As I got comfortable on the marble, noticing it was not to cold, nor to warm – and curious as to what was going to happen next, my masseuse took off her expertly tied loincloth and washed herself under the nearby shower. Now completely nude and squeaky clean, she came over to me and with the fingers of an angel, lifted my own wrappings from my body. I laid down on the marble, face first and closed my eyes.
“This must be what heaven is like,” I thought to myself.
Suddenly I could feel her hands all over me, soaping my back, butt, and legs, in between my toes, my arms, fingers, and neck. It was almost as if she had four hands, gently washing in circles. As I lay there, enjoying this sensation, it suddenly dawned on me that two of those were not hands - they were her abundant, large breasts swinging back and forth against my back like cloth strips at a drive-through car wash.
Interrupting me before I could wonder what her other parts were doing, she turned me over. I had just enough time to note that she was sitting cross-legged as she washed me. I must remember to compliment Mistress Vera on her taste in slaves. After my thorough washing, I was escorted to a small area at the side of the large room. Finally out of the limelight of what I had convinced myself was now the ultimate of experiences in WIIWD, I relaxed at bit.
The girl that had been assigned to me smiled and kindly began lathering up my hair. As she worked her lavender-scented soap and fingers through my mane, rinsing it with a copper bowl filled with warm water, I was transformed, naked and innocent as a child. I no longer had any stress or tension left in my body.
She began to ease her comb through my tangles, and relaxing memories of sensual evenings gone by filled my thoughts. I heard her humming softly under her breath, and the angelic sound flooded over me, down my back and legs and pooled gently in my mind, bringing me closer to happy tears than I have been in years.
I would never have guessed that Mistress Vera’s bathhouse would actually end up on my list of Experiences in My Life That Will Always Be Remembered; but it was and will remain. Having the opportunity to be transported to such a euphoric place of complete and total relaxation, I know understand the original promise for “a very exciting evening – one I would not soon forget.”
Gorgeous Cassandra Cruz does not mince words. She is fiendishly sexy and her skills delivering the most humiliating and demeaning verbals had me squirming in my chair.
Her victim is beaten and humiliated before getting fucked in the ass by the beautiful Miss Cruz. His raging hard cock is put to good use to please the cruel Mistress and he is left with 30 seconds to jerk it off before she throws him out the door.
It's Johnny's last day of school and Head Mistress Penny Flame stops by the dorm to administer one final lesson. Ass paddling, glory hole CBT, bondage, tit clamps and cum eating are all on the test.
The office boy gets fucked in this update. Being called out on the carpet by Harmony Rose is not such a bad thing if you like being humiliated, stripped, beaten, tied down and fucked in the ass. If you take it well she may even use your hard cock to satisfy her inflamed libido. Lots of bondage, pain and fucking in the hot update.
I encourage anyone with a sincere interest of BDSM to add this to their MUST SEE list - and by all means - do use the included link to visit the trailer to this movie!!!
Just in time for Pre-Pride event. Break out the Red Carpet for this
Movie Premier in San Francisco, CA:
“BDSM: It’s Not What You Think! kinksters confront stigma and
stereotype” is finally having it’s premiere screening at the Frameline
International Film Festival!
A film by Erin Palmquist, Brad Vanderbuilt, Wade Keye, and R. Trent
Walton.
The film features Bay Area Educators: Ms. Heart, Domina Selina Raven,
Jorge Vieto, Sybil Holiday, Nova & Atticus, Master Hines and Mrs.
Hines, Janet Hardy, Lord Falcon, and Robert Black.
Premier Screening: Friday night June 20th, 2008 at the Roxie Theater
16th Street & Valencia Sts. San Francisco, CA 94110 (Mission District).
Public Transportation: Muni Bus #22 Fillmore and #27 Valencia Street
(BART 16th Street Station.
This is a 10 minute excerpt from the documentary Susan for Now, which takes the viewer on a journey of discovery through what most people know only vaguely as a mysterious and taboo subculture: the world of sadomasochism.
It is so good to see a positive statement instead of the negatives usually seen in film and the papers.
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