Collared At All Times

This was the birthday gift that I gave to My bitch. As part of a little ceremony I put a hood over My bitch and proceeded to use My cane and flogger on his ass. When he was warmed up properly I told him I had a special surprise for him. I placed the collar around his neck and told him that I now owned him forever. We are also in the process of preparing a contract (I will post later). he is now My bitch always! I keep the collar locked on him at all times.This collar serves as a constant reminder that I own him and he is My pet. That I control his mind, his body, his release and his cock. he exists for My pleasure! I am debating whether or not to allow him to take it off when he travels for business (those pesky security lines). Oh how I would love to see him explain that!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Happy Birthday, Bitch! Part 2

My bitch stopped by the next evening to show me this. So, I gave him more!

Now that the extended festivities of My bitch's birthday weekend are over and he's - sort of - had time to recuperate...

Let's just say I left his ass on fire... for several days!

My toys of pleasure and pain were used with lovingly fierce strokes and intentions.  After stopping by Sunday evening to show me his so-called "battle scars," I felt that I didn't do him enough justice over his birthday weekend.  I mean, after all, one's birthday is a special occasion and something to be remembered.  Right?  So... I took to his ass again!  When will this pitiful little bitch of Mine learn his lesson?

Anyway, his birthday weekend started off with Her and his bikini waxing appointments.  I thoroughly enjoyed Mine... bitch, not so much.  Then it was off to dinner at one our favorite trendy restaurants in Hollywood and later on drinks at a cozy little spot.  The rest of the weekend he spent being bound, paddled, caned, pricked, prodded, poked, had hot wax slowly dripped upon him - everywhere!, received bout after bout from My riding crop, led around on collar and leash, teased with tiger balm, felt the use of My vampire gloves, smacked with a ruler, felt the "tingling" sensation of a "zipper" (one of My favorites), and teased and denied endlessly. 

My bitch's birthday is so close to Valentine's day, that I only felt it appropriate to continue showing My love and locked him up.

And, all of this done from the bottom of my heart.

Happy Birthday to My bitch!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

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...

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.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia
your Mistress Next Door