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

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 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...

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

Cum Celebrate

 I just love to celebrate...for any reason, really.  It doesn't have to be a special occasion.  But, as far as I'm concerned, though, everyday is special...especially when my slave has been so obedient and responsive and completely submissive.  I am so happy to say that my slave has been let out of his cage, if only for a fleeting moment, and permitted to orgasm. 

With legs spread and plenty of lube, I began to stroke him slowly - and I mean excruciatingly sloooooooooowwwwwllllllyyyyy - and deliberately with this cock between my thumb and forefinger only...from the tip of his head to the bottom of his rigid penis.  I softly ran my finger down his shaft whirling and twirling and then back up again.  His back arched and jaw clenched.  I teased him over...and over...and over again.  I could see in his face the torment I was putting him through...the multiple distortions of his face, the deep moaning and groaning, the heavy rapid breathing, the gasping...music to my ears.  His cock was rock hard by now.  Back up his cock but with three fingers now...eventually leading to using my whole hand.

I began to pick up my speed - wrapping my fist around his cock - working my way to full speed.  I could tell he was about to explode.  I brought him to the very edge of orgasm and then stopped!  He calmed back down and I then began the process all over again.

I kept this process up for over two hours and then the moment had arrived when I finally stroked him to a full ejaculation.  We raised a toast to this auspicious occasion.  He drank his cum.  I drank rose champagne.

The power I literally hold in the palm of my hand is quite amazing and such a turn on for me.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia
your Mistress Next Door