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

Happy Mistress/Valentine's Day!

For those of you who may not be privy to this tidbit of information, the day before Valentine's Day is has become known as "Mistress Day"... "Mistress" in the sense of being "the other woman."  As you’re no doubt shocked to discover, some gentlemen apparently use the day before Valentine’s to entertain women other than their committed partners—so often, in fact, that it’s just a few indiscretions away from becoming an official national holiday.  I, however, prefer to think of "Mistress Day" in the sense that you and I share a common interest...

May someone's bottom be spanked, may they be tied in restraints, may a prostate be massaged, may feet be worshiped, may ass play begin... more importantly, may love and respect between two be shared today and always.

Shouldn't everyday be "Mistress Day?"  I believe so!

Wishing all my readers a very Happy and Kinky Valentine's Day!

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...

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.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia
your Mistress NextDoor