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

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

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

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