This isn’t a slave who is lying to me because he needs a break and don’t know if he wants to serve me or another domme, oh no. This is a slave who I have been raping since day one. I have his personal info, including home number, even his bank info, so I saw what was going to happen. Financial black princess sees now, that I won’t get the things that I was once receiving from him since I drained him so quickly. I guess I didn’t mean to ruin him as I stated in my site over and over. But what the hell, he asked for it. It was him who gave cash willingly over and over. One thousand here then one thousand there he would give. He maxed out 3 credit cards online for me. Financial black princess never had to order or make him do any of these things. He says it’s the tone in my voice when I speak and the beauty in my eyes, lol. Financial black princess must revise my site to not contain that I will ruin you, lol. I see now that ruining you will only make financial domination not so appealing to me after you have no more. Princess feels if I drain you and ruin your credit, then what else is left for you to do. Yes you are to keep working but also supply my wants as well, not to be ruined stupid. If you choose to do this, then call it upon your selves to ruin yourself.

Financial Domination Fetish Princess of Money slaves & Cash Cows

Originally posted 2007-01-02 13:47:14. Republished by Old Post Promoter

Just as thrilling is the thought that there are going to be experiences and delights that I had never for a moment anticipated, such as the sensational events that have occurred just this past week. But I don’t need novel incidents such as these to be assured that I will never tire of sex. I already know that the joy of whipping a man will always be with me; the excitement of lacing my legs into a pair of thigh length boots will never diminish; the pleasure of sucking on a big, hard prick like Matt’s will always give me a glimpse of heaven. There are so many variations, so many combinations, so many ways of arousing, abusing, and milking men. Even age won’t stop me – I’ll find a way, somehow or other I’ll find a way.

This is Maria – domina, cuckoldress, uber-slut, whip queen, leather princess, rubber doll, fuck-puppet, prick tease, boot babe, cock lover, and whore wife – saying au revoir, but not necessarily goodbye.

Maria’s Diary

Originally posted 2007-01-14 18:17:26. Republished by Old Post Promoter

What is Hot Female Dominant Utopia?

It’s a lovely, fictional land set in the future, or the past, in an alternate universe or a far planet. It can look exactly like modern day western world, or nothing like it.

The key component of Hot Female Dominant Utopia is hot male slaves. The women get to rule, rule, rule and the men get to serve, serve, serve. And the men pretty much get punished a lot, just ’cause, well, that’s how it works. It’s Utopia! (Do I really need to remind that it’s fiction, c’mon, fiction?)

Hot Female Dominant Utopia

Originally posted 2007-05-13 05:38:45. Republished by Old Post Promoter

Still, when I play with the young ones (though this applies to novices of any age as well), I always feel a little guilty. Like a corrupter.

I had this one strapped down to the bondage table at the start of the scene. Corset collar. Fist mitts. Leather waist cincher. His legs hoisted high. I was fixin’ to shave his lush thatch of pubic hair bare. Then I leaned over and caressed his face, looked deeply into his trusting eyes and said, “Oh, honey. I am going to make you kinkier than you ever could imagine.”

In his feedback email, the first line reads: “I made a colossal mistake with the chastity cage. I really want it on right now. Without it, I feel like I’ve left the house without my wallet or watch.”

Whip Smart

Originally posted 2008-05-08 16:08:54. Republished by Old Post Promoter

Now, tying myself up is nothing new, but it is difficult to be excited about tying yourself up when you have to be able to undo it. I mean, I’ve gotten pretty good at restricting myself but I’m never really out of control… last night, with my wife’s permission, that was completely changed. I had permission to tie myself in such a way that I could not escape until she got home.

Forever in Her service

Originally posted 2009-01-20 17:36:39. Republished by Old Post Promoter

So if her wish is for me to forget about anything related to femdom, isn’t that what I as the submissive, should do? On the one hand, of course. On the other hand, of course not. Were I able to wave my magic wand and have had (or even just have from now on), no submissive thoughts, no frisson whenever a femdom topic came up, I’d probably do that. It certainly would make my life simpler, and femdom is not making my life more satisfying right now.

Right now, it’s making it more painful.

There is some scenario of the “perfect submissive” that makes submitting by not submitting perfect. For some reason, I’m reminded of an old Fassbinder movie, “The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant”, I don’t know why, or even if it’s relevant; I haven’t seen it in years. But regardless, I am not that “perfect submissive”, though I’m sure the story of one such would make a pretty good piece of art. I’m not a novelist either.

I tried “being cured.” I really think I gave that a good faith effort. Several thousand dollars worth of good faith effort, along with many many hours. Maybe therapy is a longer process than that, but that seemed to be all that was going to happen in my life, for time and money reasons.

And for a while, it worked. Why? Even at the time, I didn’t know. But for a year or so, while perhaps not totally gone (or perhaps so), this wasn’t around. It was neither a particularly good or bad year, as I dimly recall it.

But it’s been back for a while (four or five years) and I’m going with the theory that 40 out of the last 50+ years say more about my life than one does.

There as another moment in which being submissive went totally away. It was in the context of a very deep meditation experience, the details of which I won’t go in to. However during it, I heard the voice of the meditation teacher say, “I can take that away, you know. Do you want me to?” And for a split second, I say “Yes,” and I saw what my psyche would look like without being submissive.

And there was this huge hole. And I was terrified. I honestly and totally could not conceive of myself without this aspect of my persona. And I “ran” in the other direction.

I have always thought of that as gift that was offered me, that I spurned. But writing this, I’ve come to think of it more as a challenge that I was issued, that I couldn’t accept.

It is a moment of grace to be offered a “healing” without all the interior work that makes the healing happen from within. And it takes a certain kind of strength and faith to accept that healing. I’m honored that it was offered and disappointed in myself that I lacked the strength or faith it would have taken to accept it.

But that leaves me with having to do the work to build the foundation, and then the building, brick by brick, as it were, until that hole becomes filled and becomes part of what makes me stronger, rather than weaker, (at the risk of mixing metaphors…)

So how do I do that? It takes two to tango.

Notes on an Unremarkable Life

Originally posted 2006-08-17 14:43:55. Republished by Old Post Promoter

Bridgette is one of those rare blog writers who provides a thorough profile:

I am a sexually dominant woman living on Long Island who keeps her husband and partners locked in steel chastity belts at all times. They are not allow to be masturbated or to have an orgasm. I enjoy keeping my partners in a constant state of extremely heightened sexual arousal while I am free to explore and satisfy my own sexuality. My husband and my partners must worship and serve me. I expect them to feel my sexuality in their minds and bodies as if it is their own. The closest they can come to experiencing sexuality of their own is through my body when they play with me and make me cum. Watching me orgasm while locked in a chastity belt is a very frustrating and fulfilling sexual experience.

Strictly Female

Originally posted 2008-02-18 23:56:08. Republished by Old Post Promoter

I confessed to Corrective Wife, in a moment of weakness, that I had developed an interest in face-sitting. This (for the gentle reader who is pure, as I once was) involves the man’s face becoming a seat cushion for his lady. At least, that’s the short version. For genuine aficionados — is that how you spell it? — there are nuances and subtleties. For instance, does the woman face the man’s toes, or the other direction? In one version, he gets a brown nose for all his trouble. You have to ponder, where exactly is his NOSE?

But I also confessed to swearing at work. It goes on all around me and frankly, I only use words I have heard on prime time television. But, my excuses were to no avail.

On arriving one evening after an easy day at the office, I was elated to hear that tonight would be the night, for face-sitting. Yes indeedy, I would lay on the floor and the little woman would put her entire weight on my face, taking care of course to see that I could breathe, but otherwise putting my soft, pink tongue to work.

What I had not counted on was her resolve, a couple of years ago, to “make all things erotic, punitive.”

Life in the corner

Originally posted 2006-10-18 09:40:29. Republished by Old Post Promoter