I’ve officially been at the dungeon long enough to bring people from my personal life there to play which means tomorrow night I’m bringing Casey and we’re going to drink wine and have dirty, amazing, DD/lg roleplay sex and there’s nothing the universe can do to stop me
The real question is what were you doing to make him faint?
Okay, see, that’s the weirdest part— This man has been a regular of the house for years and isn’t a new player in the scene. His previous Mistress used to do the craziest shit to him, and he’d be good. He’s fit as fuck and, according to the other ladies, can take a beating. We were 45 minutes into a two hour session and we had done a bit of foot worship, then I tied his balls up and did some light-medium CBT*, and at the moment he fainted I was pinching his nipples. It was some lightweight stuff and I know he’s taken more, which is why I sent him home; it was out of the ordinary and unexplainable and I’m not going to be the one caught up in it if he was about to have a stroke or an aneurism or some shit. You never know!
*Cock and ball torture
So I had a client faint in a session and fall directly onto his forehead. And after all that, this motherfucker still wanted to keep going. How about we put our clothes back on and go to the emergency room instead because yOU JUST DROPPED 200+ POUNDS OF WEIGHT ONTO YOUR DAMN HEAD kthx
Not tryna kill a dude, damn
Anonymous asked: You got me, what do you do to bring home the bacon ?
I’m a professional dominatrix. I administer pain, discipline, and humiliation to people for money.
Today we have a client coming in who is spending 7 hours total at the dungeon. He has devised something called the “Dominatrix Olympics” and I have been selected to compete in it!
The events available for competing are:
- Most degrading humiliation
- Sexist / Sultriest outfit
- Most extreme anal abuse
- Most sensual domination
- Most creative roleplay
- Most intricate bondage
- Most tintillating worship
- Most unique session
- Most erotic spanking.
- Unlocking a new fantasy
The prize for the winning mistress is 400 dollars towards a session with him in which he has no input, aka we could do whatever the fuck we wanted for several hours. (If I win, I’m doing a pizza, wine, and board games session, hands fucking down.)
I figured this was too fucking good not to tell you all about. I’ll keep you guys posted.
Let the games begin!
there is a thin line between being sassy and being an asshole and i cross it everyday