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

'Twas The Night Before Christmas



‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through My lair,
Not a creature was stirring, they wouldn’t dare.
Canes and whips were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that My doting slave soon would be there.

The floggers were nestled all snug by the bed,
While visions of red bottoms danced in My head.
I pulled out My catsuit and spiked leather boots,
For my slave will bring Me some shiny new loot.

When at My front door there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from My throne to hear whimpering chatter.
I sauntered to the door only to find with My eyes,
My slave had arrived... such a lovely surprise!

On all fours, a strikingly handsome young buck,
I knew in a moment, he’d run out of luck.
He crawled inside to the dimly lit room,
It is here my slave would soon face his doom.

There he hung by his limbs on St. Andrew’s cross,
I whispered in his ear “you know who’s your Boss,”
Like rapid fire, My cane met his soft ass,
He cried and he shouted, the pain came in mass.

The striking of My cane, so lively and quick,
He begged for mercy, his balls I soon would kick.
He moaned and he groaned, and called out My sweet name,
Oh, this is fun, how I love this little game!

Wild and furious was the crack of My whip,
His welted back I would snap with just the tip.
Nipple clamps, ball gag and a blindfold he wore,
In front of Me there hung My good little whore.

His eyes - how they watered! His cries how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, but as deep as cherry.
His quivering mouth, he tried to stay silent,
The wrath of My cane is known to be violent.

He spoke not a word and hung his head so low,
As he again felt My cane come to and fro.
I gave a soft kiss to his tear-filled red face,
One last blow from My cane with almighty grace.

I lowered him down from restraints on the cross,
His fantasy fulfilled and not a lost cause.
A twinkle in his eye as he drove out of sight,
Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia xoxo

'Tis the Season to Be Submissive

Deck my halls with canings to give,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be submissive,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our chastity belt,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
You’ll leave my dungeon with so many welts,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See your blazing ass before me,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike my cane and you just may bleed,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Follow me on all fours little bitch,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Leash and collar around your neck,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

I will pour hot wax on your back,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Nipple clamps with a whopping smack,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Tease and denial just for you,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Your family jewels will be left blue,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

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...