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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...