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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

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.