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

My Bitches...

My main bitch

 

 Welcome, newbie, Denise.  This bitch was so

nervous he could barely right his own name.

Enough said!

Sweet and Kinky dreams...

 

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

Ms. Sophia's Foot Stool

It was a long day... up at 5am to run for the half-marathon I'm training for, back home to get ready and all business professional looking - with a touch of Mistress added in - and then off to work.  By the time I got home, My feet were aching and I was in dire need of a foot massage.  Just as the thought ran through my head, the phone rang.  It was one of my most devoted slaves.  Oh, the heavenly foot fetish gods must have been watching over Me all day and answered my prayer.

I was able to take a nice long and well deserved bubble bath before slave arrived.  When he arrived, he knew to strip down completely and pour me a glass of my favorite wine.  he began to massage my feet carefully yet firmly... My toes, the sole, to the heel, My ankles, slowly moving upwards to rub my aching calves and then to My thighs... a nibble here, a suckle there, and licks in between.  he proceeded to move further up but I immediately stopped him with a quick whack from my crop.  he had not asked permission and there are consequences when one does not ask for permission with Me.  he knew better but I also know him well enough to know he did it on purpose.  he wanted to be punished by Me.  he apologized and begged for forgiveness.

When all was said and done, it was time for Me to put My feet up and relax for a few hours... he quickly obliged and got on all fours.  Ahh... a foot and leg massage, a glass of My favorite wine, and a devoted slave for a foot stool... the power and control I hold over slave is quite erotic.

It's good to be Me!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

My Pet Bitch

When I call bitch My “pet”, I often think of a puppy that is owned by their Master.  As witnessed, a puppy that hungers attention, jumps up excitedly when given that attention, craves to be petted, and loves to be close, often at the feet, of it's owner.

In order to assure that a puppy doesn’t run off on it's Master, collars and leashes are used to keep the pet “in line” and “under control”.  Additionally, the collar is used to train the "pet" to be obedient.

The collar also becomes the symbol of being owned by a Master.  In My bitch's case, the Master is Me, Ms. Sophia.

My bitch's collar, however, is more than a symbol of ownership by Me.  In our case, I see it as a symbol of little bitch being My property, being My pet, and being kept “in line” and “under My control” – a symbol that he is being trained to be My obedient possession.

My bitch has only had the collar around his neck a few times.  Regardless, he sees the collar as testament that he is following My orders, that he is owned by Me, and that our D/s relationship is very real.  It is the beginning of becoming a well-trained pet.

My little bitch loves the thought of being My pet.  As such, he looks forward to having Me pull on his leash and follow My lead at all times.  he is learning quickly to be obedient as he knows the consequences for stepping out of line with Me.

he recently said to Me, "Being collared by You is my honor and being trained to be Your sub is my privilege.  I live to follow your commands.  I reinforce my loyalty to you and beg you to keep me under Your control.”  he wears his collar as a display that he is My pet and prepared to act as any pet that desires the attention of his Master... Me!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Bitch's Foot Fetish

I always seem to find it quite erotic when bitch worships my feet.  You see, he has an immense foot fetish that I like to take advantage of as often as possible.  The scenario goes something like this:

Bitch walks through the door and I give him the "piercing glare" like I usually do.  Immediately, he undresses for me and walks me over to my favorite chair and sees to it that I'm as comfortable as possible.  he pours me a glass of wine and I ease further back into My chair.  The anticipation of what's going to happen is there.  he carefully and gently places my feet upon the ottoman and kneels beside them...eyes transfixed upon my feet.   

I love having My feet kissed and licked, and My toes nibbled and sucked.  It seems to heighten My pleasure to have My naked and hungry foot slave serving Me.  My almost favorite sensation is when bitch gently gnaws with his front teeth along the outside ridge of My sole. This always sends such delicious shivers up My leg. 

I love how My feet seem to be so massively wired with erotic potential... and having one of My devoted slaves tending to them is definitely a selfish passion I indulged in as frequently as possible. 

It's nice to have a well trained foot slave that can produce wonders with diligent use of his lips, teeth and tongue.  Oh, the power and control I have over My little bitch.  

Superiority at it's finest!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Woman Worship

As I stared out the window to watch the sun begin to set and hide behind the ocean - watching the sky glow with colors of red, orange, gold and purple - I was somehow reminded of the passion between My bitch and Myself we shared.  This, in turn, brought on a strong sensuous mood and I suddenly realized that I was in need of some serious worshiping this weekend.

I picked up the phone and ordered bitch to drop what he was doing and come over immediately.  Almost instantaneously I began to hear his breathing race.  Within seconds, bitch hung up the phone and shortly thereafter he arrived.  I ordered him to take off all his clothes before he presented himself to Me.

Wearing My favorite black patent leather stilettos, short leather skirt and a torso hugging corset, I sauntered over to My favorite chair and sat Myself down in it.  My bottom sinking perfectly into it's seat.

My poor darling bitch has such a foot fetish, and like many modern women, I know exactly how to use such a delightful weakness to my advantage. I sat back and waited for bitch to enter the room.  I didn't have to wait very long.  When My bitch entered, our eyes locked for a split moment and then he respectfully looked to the floor.  bitch dropped to his knees immediately... I've trained him well.  His body was naked, apart from the locked chastity harness he wore permanently around his shaven genitals and the leather collar of ownership around his neck, which appropriately said "bitch."  he crawled anxiously across the floor towards me.

I ordered him to pour Me a glass of wine from the freshly opened bottle by my side.  As ordered, he poured My glass of wine and then without a word from Me, he lowered his face to the floor, nose pressed into the floor, his head resting an inch from the pointed toe of my firmly planted shoe. The little bitch held that position, with his fingers clasped behind his neck and his elbows spread wide.  I inspected My little bitch for what seemed like an eternity to him.  My body began to tingle and My heart began to race.

With the snap of My fingers, My little bitch quickly maneuvered his body underneath the chair in which I was sitting.  There She was... staring him right in the face... My sweet scent intoxicating him.  He knew exactly what to do next...

My obedient little bitch is good like that.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

My Bitch, My Cuckold

I guess you could say I wear the pants in the family.  But let's be clear about one thing - those pants are tight, they're leather and they're designer.  Nothing but the finest for Mistress.  Anyway, I've always been the Boss in any relationship for as long as I can remember and I've gotten better at it over the years.

Being in an FLR can be loads of fun... amusing at times and quite humiliating for my bitch.  He's obedient at times, but when he begins to step out of line, I step in and put him back in his place.  Lately, he's been a little too "bitchy" always whining or complaining when he doesn't get what he wants when he wants it.  Really now... Who the fuck does he think he is?!?  So I decided to put him in his place, once again, to remind him who's Boss (Me) and who's the bitch (him).

For those of you who may need to catch up to speed on this topic... Cuckolding has become quite popular and more acceptable than ever in today's society. A cuckolding couple consists of the bitch/husband who is referred to as the cuckold. He may have a tiny dick and rarely is ever able to sexually satisfy his wife. The wife in a cuckolding relationship is often referred to as a "hot wife" and gets to pick and choose who she has sex with. The person that she picks to have sex with is often much more well hung than her bitch/husband and is able to satisfy her sexually.  (Oh, the joy of multiple orgasms!)  This person is referred to as the bull, stud or the alpha male.

The bull is the lucky man that the hot wife chooses to be unfaithful to her bitch/husband with.  They may date regularly or meet somewhere, just once, and get right to it.   So, why be a stud?  Why not?!  The stud gets to fuck a hot wife without having to wine and dine, date her, or worry about any sort of long term relationship and feelings with her.  With a hot wife, the bull can fuck her whenever they are both available without anyone ever having to worry about mixed feelings or any relationship drama. It's a win-win situation for everyone.

Whether or not the cuckolded bitch/husband is involved depends on the individuals in the cuckold relationship, but most importantly, to you!  After the bull is done having sex with the hot wife, the cuckold may also have to "clean up" both the wife's pussy and the stud's cock as a sign of respect.

One very important rule to keep in mind, though... Don't ever fall in love with your bull!

Moving on... I arranged a "date" with a fine, handsome, well endowed young bull.  I had My bitch prepare My bath and bathe Me.  When I got out of the tub, he dried Me off and I had him kneel before Me.  "She" was right there in front of him.  I made him look at Her.  I made him take in Her scent.  My bitch was aroused.  I could see a twinkle in his eye.  He tried to contain himself and not smile.  And then I told him that he would be missing out on Her for being the whiny bitch he's been lately.  Complete disappointment overcame him.  Did I care?  Not in the least bit.  And then he dressed Me.

He drove Me to My date and I made him wait outside in the car... for hours.  I took the keys from him so he'd have no form of comfort or entertainment while I was away.  This would give him plenty of time to let his mind wander and wonder what I was doing without him.  My date eventually walked Me to the car and gave me a long sensuous kiss good night as My bitch watched.  As we drove away, My bitch told Me how turned on he was about every aspect of that night, especially waiting in the car for Me knowing...imagining... what I was doing and who I was doing it with.  I turned to him and smiled and told him he should have actually seen what was going on behind closed doors.  I turned away and smiled even more... the wheels turning in My head... next date!...

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...

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...