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!

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

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

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

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

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...