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I demand your complete submission. You will have limits and so will I. I will respect you, but you will respect me even more. I realize you have feelings coursing through your veins as do I. However, my feelings are more important. At the end of the day, you will always know who's BOSS - ME! No matter where in the universe you may travel, you will be thinking of me - Ms. Sophia.

Shoe of the Week! 05/16/11

Shoe of the Week! 05/16/11
Alexander McQueen

Shoe of the Week!

Shoe of the Week!
Alexander McQueen

Thursday, December 23, 2010

'Twas The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through My lair,
Not a creature was stirring, they wouldn’t dare.
Canes and whips were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that My doting slave soon would be there.

The floggers were nestled all snug by the bed,
While visions of red bottoms danced in My head.
I pulled out My catsuit and spiked leather boots,
For my slave will bring Me some shiny new loot.

When at My front door there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from My throne to hear whimpering chatter.
I sauntered to the door only to find with My eyes,
My slave had arrived... such a lovely surprise!

On all fours, a strikingly handsome young buck,
I knew in a moment, he’d run out of luck.
He crawled inside to the dimly lit room,
It is here my slave would soon face his doom.

There he hung by his limbs on St. Andrew’s cross,
I whispered in his ear “you know who’s your Boss,”
Like rapid fire, My cane met his soft ass,
He cried and he shouted, the pain came in mass.

The striking of My cane, so lively and quick,
He begged for mercy, his balls I soon would kick.
He moaned and he groaned, and called out My sweet name,
Oh, this is fun, how I love this little game!

Wild and furious was the crack of My whip,
His welted back I would snap with just the tip.
Nipple clamps, ball gag and a blindfold he wore,
In front of Me there hung My good little whore.

His eyes - how they watered! His cries how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, but as deep as cherry.
His quivering mouth, he tried to stay silent,
The wrath of My cane is known to be violent.

He spoke not a word and hung his head so low,
As he again felt My cane come to and fro.
I gave a soft kiss to his tear-filled red face,
One last blow from My cane with almighty grace.

I lowered him down from restraints on the cross,
His fantasy fulfilled and not a lost cause.
A twinkle in his eye as he drove out of sight,
Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night!

Ms. Sophia xoxo

Thursday, December 16, 2010

'Tis the Season to Be Submissive

Deck my halls with canings to give,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be submissive,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our chastity belt,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
You’ll leave my dungeon with so many welts,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See your blazing ass before me,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike my cane and you just may bleed,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Follow me on all fours little bitch,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Leash and collar around your neck,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

I will pour hot wax on your back,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Nipple clamps with a whopping smack,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Tease and denial just for you,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Your family jewels will be left blue,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Preparing for Slave

Energy, nervousness, excitement, the rush of adrenaline.  This is what I feel as I prepare for my slave to arrive, as often as I've done this.  I close my eyes and take a deep breath.  I must be completely focused.  A wrong move could be devastating.
The room is dimly lit and there's music softly playing in the background.  My corset is pulled tight against my breasts.  My thigh-high boots fit perfectly embracing me.  The heels are tall and spiked - perfect for the trampling my slave is about to receive.  My tools of torture are displayed and crying out to me to be used.
I search deep within for the power I will need tonight...it's there.  There's a knock at the door.  My slave has arrived...on all fours and head bowed.  I am ready.  Let the games begin...

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Chained Up Charlie

D/s is a power trip.  I tell him to strip naked and he does.  I tell him to put on a pretty pair of lace panties and he does.  I order him to use his hands or his mouth and he does.  I have the opportunity to do anything I want to within agreed upon limits and he openly and enthusiastically puts up with it.  I don't have to ask for favors.  I command...he obeys, and if he doesn't, I get to punish him.  My favorite choice, of course, is the use of My cane.  It's liberating.  Oh, life is so sweet!  You get the picture.

So, when "Charlie" and I got together for a session, he was happy to oblige my every whim as always. So, I commanded him to strip...and he did.  I commanded him to lay down with legs spread apart...and he did.  Charlie is good like that.  I blind folded him and then chained him to the bed.  I could hear his breathing becoming heavier.  He was excited and anxious.

There he lay...bound, helpless and completely under my control.  Those few simple words I just mentioned get my adrenaline going.  I ran my leather clad hands over his body - up and down, up and down until he couldn't take it anymore.  Then I switched over to the leather glove with spikes.  I'm not sure which one of us enjoyed it more.  It was time for some teasing and with my black latex glove and lots of lube, I began to stroke him slowly bringing him to the edge...and then I left him laying there and walked away to get some things done that needed tending to. Every so often, I'd return to bring him to the edge again and then walk away to do what I needed to get done.  I could see the agony I was creating...the arching of his back, the gasping breath, the begging for his release.  Not a chance on that last one.  This went on for at least two hours.  And after making him beg and plead some more, I brought him to full ejaculation...it was Old Faithful right before my eyes.

The power and control I hold over someone like "Charlie" is a turn on for me...as well as for someone similar in his place.

Ms. Sophia
your Mistress NextDoor

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The Cumming Feminization of Corporate America

For those of you who need to catch up to speed, in the world of female dominance, one of the most powerful and widely practiced methods of subduing a man is the forced feminization of a strong, unequivocal male man.  The most interesting thing is that this seems to be a popular fantasy amongst male submissives.  They feel the need for this when they are submitting to a female dominant...when they are submitting to Me!

Today was the day I decided to have one of my slaves stop over on his way to work...we'll call him "Georgina." Now, in case you haven't noticed, Georgina is a bit on the large side.  A big husky male who is well known and respected in his industry in Corporate America.  He's intelligent, well educated, hard working, skilled and strong in every sense of the word.  But today, not for long and not if I have anything to say about it.

I teased Georgina for quite some time and eventually brought him to full ejaculation.  He felt so manly. Ha!  Little did he know what I really wanted from him.  He cleaned himself up and then began rambling on about meetings with executives all day and business travel...blah, blah, blah.  I quickly told him to shut his trap and put on these pretty purple panties.  At first, he  "pretended" to be shocked, but I could see a sparkle in his eyes and the slightest of slightest grin on his face.  He was excitedly nervous as he put them on and I loved every minute of it...the humiliation he was experiencing...the power I will always hold over him.  To add insult to injury, I then made him clean my bathroom.  What a sight to see!

I like to make him wear lacy panties as much as possible to the office, and especially whenever he rides his motorcycle.  Here you have this Corporate America executive riding to work on his bad-ass bike wearing purple panties.  You gotta love it.  I could see them sticking out of the back of his pants as he rode away.  I waved good-bye and blew Georgina a kiss.

And there you have it Ladies and male submissives...the cumming feminization of Corporate America!  I'm sure my slave isn't the only executive in this delightful predicament.

The point is, I want him to be reminded of My control over him even when he's at the office doing something powerful.  Today, as he stood in front of many other executives, he was constantly reminded of My power and control over him.

Ms. Sophia
your Mistress Next Door

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Cum Celebrate

 I just love to celebrate...for any reason, really.  It doesn't have to be a special occasion.  But, as far as I'm concerned, though, everyday is special...especially when my slave has been so obedient and responsive and completely submissive.  I am so happy to say that my slave has been let out of his cage, if only for a fleeting moment, and permitted to orgasm. 

With legs spread and plenty of lube, I began to stroke him slowly - and I mean excruciatingly sloooooooooowwwwwllllllyyyyy - and deliberately with this cock between my thumb and forefinger only...from the tip of his head to the bottom of his rigid penis.  I softly ran my finger down his shaft whirling and twirling and then back up again.  His back arched and jaw clenched.  I teased him over...and over...and over again.  I could see in his face the torment I was putting him through...the multiple distortions of his face, the deep moaning and groaning, the heavy rapid breathing, the gasping...music to my ears.  His cock was rock hard by now.  Back up his cock but with three fingers now...eventually leading to using my whole hand.

I began to pick up my speed - wrapping my fist around his cock - working my way to full speed.  I could tell he was about to explode.  I brought him to the very edge of orgasm and then stopped!  He calmed back down and I then began the process all over again.

I kept this process up for over two hours and then the moment had arrived when I finally stroked him to a full ejaculation.  We raised a toast to this auspicious occasion.  He drank his cum.  I drank rose champagne.

The power I literally hold in the palm of my hand is quite amazing and such a turn on for me.

Ms. Sophia
your Mistress Next Door

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Erotic Combat


I've recently been thinking about erotic combat for some reason...not sure why, but I won't question it or agonize over why it's been running through my mind for weeks.  So, I did some research and found it to be, well, quite erotic.  Yet, I'm not exactly sure if it's right for me.  I mean, I'm sure I wouldn't mind watching two combatants have at it...but, for me, just not sure.

I can see that erotic combat becomes a contest for physical supremacy.  Physical contact and the struggle with a powerful woman are, indeed, quite erotic.  Wouldn't you agree?  It seems to be a marriage of sensuality and strength...of pleasure and pain...both I find to be extremely stimulating.

I get it.  But still not sure if I should even consider participating.  Maybe I should just remain a spectator.  What do you think?

Please send me your thoughts, your opinions, your experiences.  I'd like to hear from anyone and everyone...you, Your subs, your Owners, etc.

Mistress Next Door

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Cum Home for Lunch

I'll try to keep it short and simple...

Friday, I picked up the phone and firmly instructed my slave to leave the office and get home immediately.  Mind you, he works 45 minutes away.  He made it in 25 minutes (he's finally starting to get what I expect from him).

I was waiting for him in bed - naked, legs spread and oh so moist.  I heard him come through the front door and nearly trotting down the hall.  He knew exactly what to do - cock hard as a rock.  He undressed in seconds and placed his face between my legs.  I quickly locked him in.  He had nowhere to go.  I smothered his face with great glee.

Then, I demanded his cock inside me - hard and fast like a jackhammer. 

This is what I had for lunch:

This is what he had for lunch:

Tell me, what did you do during your lunch hour?  Leave me a comment.  I'd love to hear what you have to say.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

All Locked Up and No Place To Cum

It's getting dark outside and my slave is enjoying his last few moments of "freedom" in this beautiful city of mine.

The countdown begins...I bring him to the edge over and over and over again not allowing him to come.

he's in torture begging me to allow him to release... moaning... groaning... clenching his jaw... but I won't have it!  All I can do is smile and revel in the power I have in the palm of my hand - both literally and figuratively.

I love every aspect of tease and denial.  However, I'm not sure who enjoys it more, he or I.

The "click" of the lock closing gives me a twinge and a thrill and I feel myself getting moist between my legs even more.  I allow him to take in a deep breath of my sweet scent and then send him on his way to bed.  All I know is that I'm the only one of the two of us who's going to get off tonight!

Sweet dreams...

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Keeper of the Key

I "own" these cocks.  I am the "Keeper of the Key."  I will "own" your cock, too...if that's what you truly want...just drop me a line.  There are more cocks that I "own" and I will continue to collect keys and post pictures in dribs and drabs to tease you a bit.  You know you want me to use and abuse you - and I will!

It's a powerful feeling...so intense.  This is what I enjoy.  This is how I live...

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

On My Way To See A Client

Nothing is more fitting than a glass of champagne and a limo ride on my way to visit a client.  He's been a bad bad boy!  He has no idea what's in store for him.  The look on my driver's face said it all when I handed him my crop and cane and "bag of goodies" to place in the trunk for me.  He had a slight grin on his face as he gave me a wink.  I noticed him glancing in the rear view mirror at me from time to time.  I could see the smile in his eyes and the wheels turning in his head.  I thought of putting up the privacy divider between us but figured it was much more fun having him peer at me and imagining and wishing it was him I was going to play with that evening.  I threw him a wink and gave him a glare every so often to let him know I knew he was watching me.  I enjoyed playing with his mind.  I know he enjoyed it, too.

Friday, January 29, 2010


Ok maybe not HNT, but still a nice shot don't you think?

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Bitchin' Kitchen

After a long, hard day of working with foolish minions, the last thing I want to do is to come home and cook a meal.  So, what's a girl like me to do?  Hmmm...don't need much time to think about this one.  I have My bitch to do my cooking for Me!  

As I prepare Myself for his arrival through the back door of the house, I think of what's in store for him when he comes home and I begin to laugh uncontrollably.  Yet, at the same time I'm feeling sorry for the poor fool and what's ahead of him...little does he know.  We've played this game before, but this time I'm going to play a little harder...no, a lot harder!

My bitch came home and when he saw Me lounging on the sofa with a glass of wine, dressed in his favorite latex attire and cane by My side, his mouth dropped wide open.  I could see the excitement in his eyes yet, I also noticed a slight tremble in his hands.  As he approached Me closer, he saw the cane and began to tremble even more.  All I could do was laugh.

I've trained him well.  he immediately offered to refill My drink and then scampered off to the bedroom to change into his cooking attire.  he emerged shortly thereafter wearing nothing but a frilly apron and lace panties.  My bitch knelt before me and kindly asked "what do You desire for dinner this evening, Mistress?"  I responded "surprise Me, bitch!"  At the same time, I warned him that if I didn't like the meal, he would be seeing and feeling the endless wrath of my cane close up.  Needless to say, there was fear in his eyes with a tinge of excitement.

There's something to be said about seeing an executive in corporate America diminished to a slave at home prancing around in the kitchen and taking orders...quite amusing I must say, not to mention extremely humiliating for him.  The immense joy this brings Me.

I watched him fumble around the kitchen, both nervous and excited, keeping a close eye on every move he made.  he knew I was watching, which made him even more nervous not to fuck up My meal.  So, just for the hell of it, I got up from the sofa and slowly walked over to him with cane in hand.  The sound of My stilettos on the hardwood floor brought excitement to us both...he was hard and I was a bit moist.  As I got closer, I could see from the front of the apron that he was beginning to drip.  Our eyes locked and he knew I was telling him to control himself or there would be severe repercussions.  I, on the other hand, began to feel My sweet juices run down the inside of my thighs.  he knew better than to look between My legs.  I waved the cane in his face just to get a thrill for Myself and a jolt out of him and it worked.  he's so easy to intimidate.  I turned around and bent over, pretending to tighten the laces on My stiletto boots, so he could see my bare ass...trying to push it in his face to tease him.  This would be his dinner later on if he played his cards right.   Then, I  walked away laughing inside.

The meal he so lovingly prepared for Me was scrumptious.  Though, I'm not sure which I enjoyed more - the meal itself or seeing My bitch kneeling on the floor next to Me, head down, while I ate.  He cleaned the kitchen spotless afterwards.  My bitch knows the high standards I have set for him.  Then, he begged mercilessly to worship my ass.  I made him wait in anticipation for over an hour, all the while his cock getting harder and dripping.  I led him to My playroom....

to be continued...

Sunday, January 24, 2010

A few pics for fun

Just a few gratuitous pics! Have a great weekend everyone!


Hello all! I am Ms Sophia. As many here, I have recently started a female lead relationship with my husband and am Dominant to a chosen few. I have been Dominant all my life and have participated in the scene, however W/we have decided to take it to the next level. To the average observer I am just a girl next door who loves to wear heels, boots and a hint of stylish leather. Only a small circle of close friends know what happens behind closed doors (or right under people's noses discreetly in public). Living in a Female lead relationship I control my slaves release and keep him locked securely in his cbt 6000. I have started this blog as an outlet to express my thoughts and feelings as well as to correspond with others and share thoughts and ideas. I look forward to sharing with you!

Ms Sophia