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

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