My Little Boy from Across the Pond

I consider myself to have a blessed life.  I come into contact with a wide variety of people in what I do... each one of them has touched My life in some way, shape or form - good, bad or indifferent - I am blessed.

My good little boy from across the pond stepped quietly into My life last year.  I say “quietly” because he is someone who treasures his privacy and is a bit shy with Me.  But, it didn’t take long for him to open up to Me and give Me complete access to his life, his wants, his needs, his desires and all of his fantasies. 

You see, I’m good like that.  I have a way - a special gift - with people and getting them to open up to Me completely.  They feel like they’ve known Me for years and can tell Me anything and everything.  Now, let Me be clear on this, I don’t abuse my gift and I don’t ever reveal our conversations to anyone - EVER.  It goes with Me to My grave.  As a matter of fact, most of the time, I am their saving grace.  I help keep them sane when they feel they’re going insane.

My little boy from across the pond is one of these individuals.  he is kind, caring, intelligent, a professional, "sort of" a happily married man who sought Me out to help fulfill a fantasy or two of his.  And, I’ve been there for him every step of the way for almost a year now.  Yes, there are times when I don’t hear from him for weeks, but he always comes back to Me.  He is into degradation and blackmail mainly.  Sometimes I don’t quite understand, but I am no one to judge.  So, I degrade him.  I blackmail him.  W/we text often.  W/we talk on the phone late at night while his wife is laying in bed right next to him... he’s quiet, he whispers, but most of the time in that situation, I do most of the talking - degrading him and blackmailing him.  I don’t give him permission to speak and he is forced to do as I say.  I permit him to release only once a week and he only has sex with his wife when I give him permission to.  Yes, I realize we live thousands of miles away but it’s all about trust and honesty.  And for this, he takes really good care of Me.

He takes such good care of Me that most of the time he is petrified his wife will find out.  So, I push him to his limits and then I push him beyond his limits.  I hear the nervousness in his voice.  Soon, I will bring him to tears... and then to his knees.  It’s a thrill for both of us.  It’s empowering for Me.  I have total control over him.  It’s all good.  My little boy enjoys it.  he can’t stop.  he keeps coming back. 

My little boy from across the pond is addicted... to Me!

Happy Anniversary to Me...and My Bitch!

Driving through the canyon roads

 I know it's been at least two weeks since you've heard from Me, but I've been a busy Mistress.  It's all good.  I've missed all of you very much... xoxo

My bitch and I recently celebrated our anniversary.  he showed his love and devotion for Me by surprising Me with a Porsche 911 Carrera.  WOW!  Then again, I deserve it.

Top down...wind in My hair...hairpin turns...and pushing the limits.  But My greatest thrill was to have My bitch in the seat next to Me in chastity...teasing him as I drove through the canyon roads.  Yes, I can shift gears and tease at the same time.

Dinner was nice.  The conversation... well, you can only imagine if you've been keeping up with My blog.

Porsche, leather, gold handcuffs and the need for speed!

What did bitch get?  A hook up his ass attached to his collar with a chain.  Ahhh... nothing like a bit predicament bondage on one's anniversary.

Happy Anniversary, bitch!

Lovingly,

Ms. Sophia


                                                                                                                                                                                     

A Submissive's Devotion

As I've mentioned before, and will continue to remind Myself and My readers, I am blessed to live the life I live.

The current "Shoe of the Week" is courtesy of a certain submissive wanting to show his devotion towards Me.  He is kind, intelligent, educated, well spoken, generous, a shoe whore himself and a joy to be around.  When he called to schedule another session with Me, at the end of our conversation, he threw in that he'd like to take Me shopping for shoes.  Well, those of you that have been following My blog know Me well enough to know that I couldn't possibly say "no" to him.  Quite a nice surprise.

We went to Nordstrom and the "show" began.  My usual salesperson wasn't working that evening, but someone just as doting to My needs was.  he brought Me shoe after shoe after shoe to try on.  he, too, had that certain glimmer in his eyes as he helped Me put on and take off each pair of shoes requested.  My submissive sat quietly nearby taking it all in... enjoying every moment of it and remaining obedient.  This outing was just as much for him as it was for Me... not to mention, a tease for him and all those who were watching.  After an hour of slowly pacing back and forth in front of the mirror with each pair of shoe I tried on, I finally decided on the Gucci's.

My submissive later told Me that evening how badly he wanted to crawl between My feet as I was trying on each pair of shoes and as I was walking back and forth in front of the mirror.  This just confirms that what I do, I do well.  And, I enjoy every moment of it.

It's not about the shoes or any of the gifts I may receive from a submissive.  Those are just "things."  It's about their devotion for Me... the relationships that are created and built over time.

And while I keep reminding Myself that I am blessed to have crossed paths with certain individuals in My life, they are even more blessed to have crossed paths with Me and to be serving Me.  It is an honor and privilege for them.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Ms. Sophia Visits Vegas...Again!

Well, I guess it's time all of you saw Me... head to toe.  Sometimes it's nice to put a face with a name.

I'm not one to ever turn down a trip to Las Vegas.  It's a thrill every time I go.  Just a hop, skip and a jump from home.  I had a few enjoyable sessions with My submissives.  Again, a thrill for Me always.

For example, David, a newbie, enjoyed O/our time together during O/our session... corporal punishment, nipple torture, verbal humiliation, degradation and a bit of anal play.  he's gone through a rough divorce a few years ago, loves his daughter, stressed out from work and had the honor and privilege of coming to serve Me over the weekend.  He needed to escape, let loose...an outlet.  He had a fantasy and I fulfilled it.  He left a happy camper.  He'll be back!

Then "M" came along...married, physician, his family located in another country far, far away.  He immediately knelt before Me and began to worship My feet.  Chained to My bed, he received a harsh dose of corporal punishment, nipple torture, and, of course, anal play - go figure!  But his favorite - and Mine - tease and denial.  After teasing and denying him over and over and over he begged for release.  Not a chance.  He'll be back, too.  I know this because I've received several texts from him telling Me how much fun he had and asking when I'll be back in Vegas again.  he, too, knows that it's an honor and privilege to serve Me.

As you can see, I soaked in the sun, imbibed a few cold beverages by the pool and then headed out for some fun.

Hope all of you had as much fun as I did over the weekend.

And, I hope you enjoy the pictures.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Shoe Whore...

Ok... I admit it.  I'm a shoe whore.  There, I said it.  I'm no longer in denial.  I don't know what it is, but there's something about "acquiring" a beautiful, well-crafted pair of shoes for these lovely feet of Mine.

I approach My acquisitions with grace and skill, a touch of sexiness and teasing.  My shoes are like a piece of fine art... an investment.  It must be the businesswoman in Me. 

Ted, My shoe guy in the designer salon, loves to see Me walk in... and not just because he knows I'm going to buy a pair of shoes from him.  He enjoys "serving Me" so to speak.  I can tell by the sparkle in his eyes, how he stares at My feet, the way he puts on and takes off each pair of shoes I ask for.  It's a thrill for both of U/us.  I slowly pace back and forth in front of the mirror looking at My next gorgeous investment.  I see Ted and others looking at Me as well.  It's a show for them.  I love to give a good tease now and then.


Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Owning an Ivy Leaguer... and she Doesn't Even Know It!

Being a Domme definitely has it's advantages and disadvantages... I have the opportunity to meet some really amazing people that touch My life in certain aspects and close personal friendships are developed.  And then there are the crackpots, the freaks, that I happen to cross paths with and I honestly wonder what planet they come from.  And, finally, there are those that fit somewhere in between these two extremes.

For the record, names have been changed to protect their identity...

I received a call from Darren, who lives in Chicago, the other week telling Me in detail what a "crappy marriage" he was involved in... that he "never should have married her in the first place," etc., etc.  After listening to his story, I sort of felt bad for his situation... but on the other hand, it's not My problem he royally screwed up.  He tells Me he wants to be "owned" by Me but more importantly, he tells Me he wants Me to "own" his wife without her knowing about it.  He describes his wife to Me... her name is Michelle, tall, auburn hair, fairly attractive, successful, attended Brown University, and she believes she's the greatest thing since sliced bread. 

Basically, Darren wants to play mind tricks on her and has asked for My assistance.  Darren just wants to drive his wife a little crazy.  A little game of mind fuck never hurt anyone.  After careful thought, I decided to play along with his game under certain conditions.  Those conditions being that no one gets physically hurt and nothing illegal occurs.  So, for starters, I kept it pretty simple and I had him place My initial in pink permanent marker in the crotch area of every pair of her pretty, lacy, expensive underwear - not too big of an initial but not so tiny that she wouldn't notice the marking either.  Then, I had him do the same thing to her pillow - on both sides - the one she sleeps on every night.  Darren felt so liberated that he took it upon himself to literally set on fire a picture from their wedding day that he had framed and given to Michelle on their first anniversary.

As for Darren, I've had him singing, dancing, doing jumping jacks, twirling like a ballerina and telling people that he is owned by Me and that he is My bitch all over the streets of Chicago.  he's been obedient, so far.  I know this because I have Darren walk up to people on the street, hand them the phone and then I introduce Myself and proceed to instruct them to tell Darren what needs to be done.  So, not only am I controlling him but in a subtle way I am also controlling the person on the other end of the phone and they don't even know it.

None of this is done out of pure evil.  I don't believe in that.  It's a bit of harmless fun.  Especially, since Michelle doesn't even know that she and her own husband are "owned" by Me.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

O/our Shoe Fetish Dance

 

 

Christian Louboutin - Daffodile Pony Zebra

My latest acquisition!  I decided to take My bitch off his leash and take him on an outing to the mall.  I tried on shoe after shoe after shoe after shoe.  What a delight it was to put him to work.  he worked up a sweat placing each pair of shoes on my feet... then taking them off... then on to the next pair.  W/we must have gone through at least two dozen pairs of shoes yesterday.  And in between My salesperson fetching shoes from the back room for Me (ah, yet another slave to be had), bitch would proceed to give Me a foot rub.  I love to have My feet worshiped and I believe bitch loves to worship My feet even more.  But the most thrilling aspect of it all, were the voyeurs that surrounded us from a short distance - stretching their necks to watch, some doing a double-take and a few others even doing a triple-take to watch O/our little "shoe dance."

I have been posting "Shoe of the Week" for several weeks now but I'd like your thoughts/comments on that part of My blog.  Would you like Me to continue to post "Shoe of the Week" or scrap it altogether?  Please leave a comment and let Me know.

As always... stay kinky.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia