Sunday, April 13
Even more exciting is the fact that a new Canon Digital SLR camera is being ordered for me today and I can hardly wait to get my hands on it! Just think, that 7 year old Nikon I currently have will be headed to a new home and all of you will be the recipients of my learning curve on the Canon! I am pretty sure you will be looking forward to it as much as I. (I wonder if this is why I enjoyed a series of orgasms about 4AM this morning. And you boys thought wet dreams were the purview of the male gender!) So do watch, sometime in the near future, for the artistry made available by all this sweet tech, which is apparently making ME very wet! Here's hoping you are getting wet yourself, dreaming of new digital renderings.
Thursday, April 10
Monday, March 31
Friday, March 21
Walmart Weirdo Sought In Toe Sucking Scheme
Cops: Suspect posed as podiatry student to trick female victim
- Walmart "Podiatrist"
- Walmart "Podiatrist"
The suspect, seen in the above store surveillance photo, approached the 35-year-old victim Monday morning inside a store in Lincolnton, a city about 40 miles northwest of Charlotte.
Claiming to be a podiatry student, the man struck up a conversation with the victim and “talks [her] into trying on several pair of shoes in the shoe department," according to police. “At one point the suspect took the victim’s foot, put it into his mouth and sucked the victim’s toes,” cops added.
The suspect, a black male wearing a sweater and tan pants, departed the Walmart after the woman extricated her toes from his clutch.
Lincolnton Police Department officers have asked anyone who recognizes the suspect (or has details about the toe sucking) to call cops or Crime Stoppers. Information leading to the man’s arrest could result in a reward of up to $1000.
And, no, this is not the first time police have investigated an unwanted Walmart toe sucking.
Saturday, February 15
"old leaking bull"
"Don't you think it's time for you to stop working all that overtime, and get your little buns out west -- so your Mistress can play with those buns?"
The sixty year old Chicago man felt a flush of arousal go to his face as he recognized the voice and laughter of Mistress VanEsa, his pleasant Oregon Mistress. He began to explain why his work had kept him from driving out to receive the relief -- and release -- his beautiful Mistress had brought him the previous summer.
"Oh, I don't want to hear that drivel!", She said. "You should assert yourself. You let people walk all over you. The only person I want you
to let walk all over you is Me, your Mistress. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," mumbled the man.
"Now I want you to just pick a time you can drive out to see Me -- by the end of next month," said Mistress VanEsa. "Tell your boss. Don't ask him. Then, call me when it's all set. That's all. I don't want to hear any more excuses and reasons. OK?"
"Yes, Mistress," responded the man. He felt a sense of relief pass over him. It seemed so easy when She suggested a course of action. He felt some courage come into his mind.
"Are you naked?"
"Get naked -- now."
"I have a treat for you tonight," said Mistress VanEsa in that affectionate, teasing way She had when playing with submissive men. She listened to the sounds the man made while undressing. She loved to hear the sound a belt buckle made as a man dropped his pants to the floor. She loved to hear the little grunts some of them made as they pulled off their socks, or a tight T-shirt.
She imagined the Chicago man becoming naked. She had seen him undress for Her several times in person last summer -- "old leaking bull." Small. Some extra fat, not much. Embarrassed. Shy. He didn't seem sixty, though. She had given him his nickname after he had complained about his advancing age on his first visit.
"Turn the lights out," She directed. "Lock your door. Kneel by your couch. Put your shirt on the floor in front of you. Tell me when you're ready." She waited a few seconds. She could hear the creak of the floor in the man's Chicago apartment. It thrilled Mistress VanEsa to hear and feel how easily She could control a man's movements and actions from over a thousand miles away.
"I'm here, Mistress," said the man. "Naked. Kneeling. Awaiting your comm..."
"Do you know what I have on my bed?" She asked into the phone. "Do you know what I have on my bed right now?"
"I have another naked man," She said, in Her softest, sexiest voice. "Don't you wish you were him?"
"Do you know what I'm going to do to this naked man?" She asked, cutting Her Chicago submissive off again. "Do you know what I'm going to do as he kneels naked on my bed?"
"I'm going to milk him!" She exclaimed. "Slow. Real slow. Does this excite you, 'old leaking bull'"?
"And, do you know what you're going to do for your Mistress?"
"You are going to listen to him as he's being milked," She teased. "He loves being milked. Makes lots of noise. And you're going to hear all of it,
because I've put the other phone right down by his mouth. He's kneeling just the way you kneel -- ass high, head low." Mistress VanEsa could hear the heavy breathing of Her aroused Chicago submissive on the other end of the line as She described the scene.
"And, do you know what else?"
"I'm going to listen to you masturbating into my phone," said Mistress VanEsa. "Into my ear." She laughed affectionately. She felt so powerful and in-control.
"And, do you Know what else?" She continued.
"No, Mistress," said the naked, kneeling "old leaking bull" in Chicago. Mistress VanEsa heard the man exhale loudly into the phone. She smiled before replying.
"You're going to come when he comes," She directed. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, said the voice on the phone.
"Not before." She warned. "Not after. But when he comes. When he comes, you come. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," he replied. Mistress VanEsa thought She heard him wimper into the phone he held close to his mouth -- as he knelt in front of his couch in the dark.
"So is he,"said Mistress VanEsa, with a final little laugh. Very......Ready to start?"
______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Ninety minutes later:
"Very good!!", said Mistress VanEsa. "I'm proud of you! Right on time, too. Not as loud, but right on time! I'm proud of both of you." She laughed hysterically into the phone for a few seconds, then regained Her composure.
"When you come out, you can switch places," She laughed. "I'll call him. You'll like that, won't you?"
"Yes, Mistress," said the naked, sweating submissive in Chicago. He sat on the couch holding the shirt he had ejaculated into a minute earlier. The man liked the way his Mistress had said "When" he comes out -- not "If." He liked the way She had said "You'll like that, won't you" -- not "You'd like that, wouldn't you."
"I'll call You within a week with the dates I'll be out to see You, Mistress," said the man into the phone, boldly.
"Excellent!", said Mistress Vanesa. "You're such a good boy."
"Now, tomorrow morning I want you to masturbate at least twice before you go to work," instructed the attractive Oregon Mistress in Her quiet but commanding voice. "Then, no more jacking off -- until I see you. I want you to store up your come until I can milk it from you. Tomorrow morning will be your last ejaculation until we see each other. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress." Then the sixty-year old Chicago submissive heard the dial tone.
Wednesday, January 1
Friday, December 27
So-bondage.com-the back-and-forth of chatting in that domain, in the exchanging of their pictures. It was a particularly sexy picture that sent her phone number to him: he was splayed out in the sun on the pitching mound of Fenway Park sans shirt.
And sometimes it is just like that, going "click" in my head, quickly dictated straight out of my brain onto a piece of scratch paper, or typed into the software of my phone. As it did on my way home from the Northwest stretch of the Oregon coast with this little bitty beginning to a story shared above. The story shall grow, shall be molded by true-life experiences that are purposefully created for no other reason than for my pleasure in having the story perpetuated, in having more grist for the mill.
Being home again, after being away for Holiday, is sweet. Home where I can lounge around in cashmere pajamas in front of my fireplace chatting on the phone, chatting with you on the phone, playing with you on the phone until breathlessness takes us briefly away, to be replaced with gasping, your gasping, your begging as you realize my yes, yes, yes has turned into no, no, no. I do so love to hear you beg, darling. You once asked me what makes me hot: listening to your desperate pleas makes me positively wet. Wet and swollen, listening intently, both to you and to my own rising response. ~Only one of us wins.~
Sunday, November 24
Saturday, November 23
Known as the Hollywood of the North, Vancouver is one of the few destinations where one can ski and golf on the same day. These are just two of the many wonderful things to know about Vancouver. Here's another one: incidents of public masturbation are on the rise.Vancouver Police are telling residents to call 911 immediately if they see sexually motivated offences. Since the beginning of October, Police say they have received numerous calls about prowlers and incidents involving men masturbating and exposing themselves in public. Most of the incidents reportedly occur between the hours of 5 p.m and 7 a.m. but police are not hearing about them until later.
Police want residents to report suspicious activity immediately but warn them not to confront any of the offenders.
The Sex Crimes Unit of the VPD is on the case and there is an increased police presence in the areas where this type of activity has been reported.
Known as the Hollywood of the North, Vancouver is one of the few destinations where one can ski, golf and masturbate in public all on the same day. ~by Jon David Kahn
Monday, November 18
Part Two of Two Parts
We fell asleep soon after we both came, my wife several times. She wore her blindfold she wears every night, a weird habit she formed when sharing a dorm room years ago.
I awoke from my own slumber only 1 hour into our sleep with the fixed idea I had. Saturday mornings were always our favorite sleep-in time where we'd often stay in bed until 10am just enjoying eachothers company while we could. Our busy lives need this kind of time together and it's become one of the fundamental bonds of our life together. So at 3am I get on the internet and start looking for escort services. Male escorts actually. I wanted to see my wife have sex with another man. I wanted to watch them. And maybe I wanted to join in. I wasn't sure about that part yet but what I did know was that I wanted to watch her while I still wore my own pretty panties and top.
I found a service that had men (harder to find than women!) and called up. I explained to the man at the other end what I wanted but ommitted the part about me being dressed in lingerie. I told him I wanted a very attractive man, well built and hung to have sex with my wife while I watched. I was really quite nervous when explaining it but amazingly he reassured me it's quite a common request and had just the man for the job. I told him to send the man in for 7am and that I'd leave the door unlocked with a note on it saying to come upstairs and be ready.
I don't think I slept more than 15 minutes at a time that night in nervous anticipation of what was going to occur. At about 6:30 I put on some lip gloss, smoothed out the wrinkles in my cami and panties and crawled into bed with my wife. I kissed her softly on the lips to waken her. As she came to she reached for her blinfold to take it off but I asked her to leave it on as I had a special gift for her anniversary present. She devilishly giggled in her very feminin way and kissed me back softly telling me how much she loved me. Her nipples grew hard as I teased them so gently through her silky white cami. She arched her pelvis upwards, a sign for me to continue my seduction but I needed her to be more patient. I only very gently touched her pussy with one finger. Pressing only hard enough to find her clitoris and very smoothly rub it through her silk panty. She rose again for me. It was then I heard the door open and so did she. But I pressed her shoulder down and said "It's ok dear, it's expected".
She lay frozen and I saw her face was flushed. I dreaded this turning into a bad idea so to avert the mood I kissed her deeply and with great passion, pulled out of her mouth and wispered in her ear "I've invited a man neither of us know to make love to you, just keep kissing me". We kissed softly but it was noticeably different because we were both listening to the man's approaching footsteps. Our bedroom door had a large piece of paper taped to it telling him to "come in!". The door swung open slowly brushing against the high pile carpet as it did so. We kissed for love but also for eachother's comfort in this awkward situation. Without looking I raised my arm and motioned for him to come closer. My wife lay there blindfolded still, being kissed by her husband. As he approached the bed I pulled down the thick duvet uncovering my wife's body. I reached down to hold her pussy and she moaned as she felt my gentle clasp. Again it raised upwards and I knew then this would not turn into a bad idea after all. I kissed her nipples through the material while playing with her clit. She moaned and sofly began saying 'yes baby, yes... tell me...'.
'Tell me...' in our terms meant tell her a story.
I kissed her ear gently, still softly holding her crotch and rubbing it. I began to tell her how she was going to suck another man's cock. The man, now standing beside our bed naked and holding his cock got the hint and moved himself to the head of our bed. He was indeed built and quite a bit bigger than me. Not the type to wear women's panties for sure. His huge cock would look very strange in a pair of victoria secret's. I'm a good seven inches but this guy was at least nine and circumcised. He hung his meaty cock over her face. I wispered to her, "Kiss his cock baby, kiss it". She blindly moved her head up, the head of his cock touched her right cheek and she turned and kissed it. "Oh yes baby, that cock is for you, kiss it" I said. She did. She began just kissing it as if to see what it was without her eyes. Then her toungue began to help her taste it and it wasn't long before his cock hardened fully and she was sucking it deeply into her mouth as I now buried my fingers in her soaking wet pussy.
I was getting so horny watching her suck his cock I forgot I was wearing panties. My wife started to become feverish in her sucking like she gets when she's had too much to drink and gets crazily slutty in her lovemaking. She pulled off her blindfold and threw it aside then quickly got on her knees and started giving this guy a proper blowjob by stoking his big cock and swallowing his head deeply with her head bobbing on it very quickly. I was amazed at her fever. She was so hungry for it. Was I depriving her with my girly panty sex? Her grunts of approval were interrupted by her stopping abruptly and snapping me to attention by saying "Get under me and eat me baby, eat me while I suck a man's cock!". The man laughed, more amazed by her lust than by my own submissively attired panty wearing nature. I got between her knees pulling aside her now soaking wet panties and buried my face in her pussy. I licked her juicy pussy that had now become a big, wide open cunt. It was as if it had come alive, turned into a hungry for cock beast. Her hole was wide open and begging for a good hard cock to get buried in it, slammed into it, litterally fucked the shit out of. I'm licking and sucking this wet beast as I watch my wife, the love of my life, sucking a cock very much bigger than mine only inches from my face.
In a split second she jumped upwards and right onto this man's chest, clinging to him in mid air. "Fuck me!, Fuck me!" she yelled. He held her in the air by her ass cheeks, spread as wide as I'd ever seen them and planted her onto his huge cock. "OOOOHHHH!!!" she screamed immediately after feeling his full length buried into her craving cunt. She seemed helpless in his big frame. His big hands lifting her by the spread open ass and hammering her into his cock over and over. The stamina he had was amazing. She was having multiple orgasms nonstop for a good 15 minutes. Her juices soaked his balls and thighs and her writhing and moaning showed she was loving this huge cock fucking the hell out of her. I am sure she wasn't even aware of where she was. It was like she'd become posessed with unstoppable horny desire for his cock. She was fucking him as hard as he was fucking her. I saw his face contort in the way I do when I'm about to cum. I said loudly "Baby suck his cock now, suck it now!" as I've said many times while telling her a story. Usually at the time I'm about to cum and pull out to let her catch it with her mouth and toungue. He lifted her off and again she squatted on the bed to blow him. In seconds he grunted that sound made when men explode their loads. Streams of his thick cum shot into the air landing all over my beautiful wife's face, hair, lips and toungue. Still feverish in her lust she sucked and bobbed on it. Messy cum everywhere. Their combined sweat and juices wrangled her hair and wrinkled satin lingerie. She looked like an animal and I was loving this sight.
As the man drew into the reccouperating mode my wife slowed her licking of his cock. She drew away and leaned towards me, falling into my arms and whispering, "Oh baby yes, oh yes...". We kissed. Kneeling in front of eachother kissing softly once again. Our nipples touching eachother through our silken fabric and the smell and taste of his cum in my mouth. We licked toungues, swapping the cum back and forth. I kissed it from her face and licked it into our mouths. 'You have to suck his cock now baby' she whispered to me, 'Suck it for me baby'. I froze not knowing how this obviously heterosexual male would react. Surprisingly he came over to the bed and lay down beside us "Go ahead and suck it" he said. I had never thought I'd do this in reality. The closest was sucking on my wife's dildo while she pretended it was her cock. But I did. My wife helped me get to it by leaning towards his crotch as we kissed. Our heads falling on his hard stomach with his cock inches from my face. She tilted her head to it and licked it, and so did I.
His cock smelled like my wife's pussy. That, combined with the loads of his cum I'd just licked and swallowed were enough to get me into a really slutty cock sucking mode. My ass rose as it does when i feel submissive like this. I swallowed his big cock into me. I was loving it's texture, it's heat. The way the head grew when I squeezed his big cock in my fist while stroking it. Here I was imitating my wife's fever dresswed very much the same as her in my own coral peach silk lingerie. My ass begging much as hers did for a cock fucking it. I felt a finger enter my hole and begin fucking me. It was my wife. She'd climbed onto his face and was getting off again by his licking and sucking on her clit while she watched her husband suck his cock. She fucked my pussy harder and more fingers joined the inward thrusts. I swear I was wet. It wasn't long before I climbed onto his cock pulling my own panties aside and guiding the big length into my horny pussy. It felt good. I leaned forward, taking my weight offf of him so he could thrust it into me. My wife's face met mine and we kissed. She had a detached dreamy look to her like when she's about to cum. His fucking got harder and faster, she pinched my nipples as I jerked off my own cock. My wife was having her orgasms licked out and eaten by the same man that was fucking the shit out of my pussy, squatted in mid air wet and opened for his thrusts. I felt his heat, the swelling and bursting of semen in my ass. I sat down hard on his bursting cock to feel every sensation attached to it. He was cumming deep in my ass. My wife saw this and pulled on my nipples ordering me to cum too. I shot my load of cum all over them both. Spews after spews of cum shot out of me. My ass clenched on the monster of a cock buried in me as it did. Again we both swapped the loads of cum as if we shared a rare delicacy only found once in a lifetime. She on his face and me on his cock, licking cum from eachother's lips.
Truly the most satisfying sex I have ever had. We've done this only once again since then. There are a few other occasions of such perverted living out our fantasy nights that didn't involve me wearing panties but I just needed to share this with others. As a person with a real panty fetish and desire to be treated like a woman when having sex I hope there are others who can relate.
~Written for Mistress Vanesa by Peter
Friday, November 15
Submissive husband with serious Panty Fetish
~Part 1 of 2~
First off, I will tell you I have a serious fetish for women's panties. I prefer silk and satin, feminine colors like pink and white. I like the feel of them on my body and the arousal accompanied by wearing them is a real turn on for me. I've been with the same woman now for 12 years and luckily our love and trust of one another has allowed us to mature into all kinds of sexual fantasies. For all intensive purposes this woman is my wife and that's how I refer to her even though we are not legally married.
My wife found out about my panty fetish fairly quick in our relationship. At first it was a kind of weird but fun thing to do once in a while but over the years she has come to really enjoy this part of our sex life. I believe she feels safer with a man who is not altogether the dominant force and she probably get this reassurance from seeing me in pink silk panties being dominated by her own sexual desires. I'm cool with it. I love to make passionate love to her as a woman would, the two of us in similar lingerie. We're both in our mid-thirties, about the same size and weight appropriately proportioned as male and female. Both of us are considered above average in the looks department. We're not model material but quite acceptable for sure.
When making love we'll often tell stories to each other. Spoken softly in the ear these fantasy scenarios drive us wild with passionate lovemaking. I'll usually tell her how she's to go out and seduce men and describe situations where she ends up sucking another man's cock or getting fucked by a few guys. It's always in a soft dreamy like manner, not degrading or forceful gang bang style at all, she wouldn't like that and neither would I. We both prefer to be able to live out these oral tales with a feeling of security and comfort. My wife's stories to me are about me being caught wearing satin underwear, or being made to dress up and suck a man's cock. Often it's about doing that with her involved where she get's him going and I finish him off while she watches. Kind of like a teacher showing her student how to do it.
As I said, we have become very comfortable with each other's perverse fantasies and inevitably stepped into the realm of actually trying a few of them with quite pleasing results. I'll tell you of my favorite one right now...
It was our 11th anniversary together and we celebrated the night before with dinner in a very fine restaurant and a show afterwards. We are both very educated people brought up in refined homes with high moral standards. In other words, the bar scene is not for us. When we got home we dimmed the lights in our bedroom and decided to make love as women to each other, very soft and teasing with light touching through our silky attire. With the lights so low you can barely see it's not too strange to see me in my lingerie. I don't have chest hair and my leg hair is very fair so it goes unnoticed. My wife put on a pure silk Diki cami and matching white panty. She chose my cami and panty to be a coral peach colored silk set I bought only recently. It's bunched up at the elastic and looks really submissive in a virginal sort of fashion. Once in bed we began kissing and holding each other tightly feeling our smoothness rub over our skin. Our nipples hard against the silk material. My wife applied lip gloss to me so that when we kissed it was as smooth as the rest of our touches. I loved it when she climbed on my back and gently kissed my neck while playing with my nipples. My ass instinctively rose to her mound and she ground it against me as if to press an invisible cock against the wet pussy that should be behind that peach panty. It was at this point I knew what I wanted to do with her. I was ready for it and in my mind committed to the idea of introducing a new aspect . . . ~To be continued next week
Monday, November 11
Tuesday, November 5
Climb up here onto this exam table, boy. Stay on your hands and your knees with your ass pointing down here to the foot of the table. Now, back up even more. I want you to back up so close to me that your bumhole is easily available for my inspection. Understand something, darling. You are no longer my slut, my whore, my fuck-wad. You see, my darling, your day of finally being allowed to be milked by me, well, your day has cum. You are now my cow to use as I see fit. My milking cow. My, my. Look at that udder. Is that the measure of your anticipation? Spread your knees, my little cow. Wider. I want to be able to see those swollen cum-filled teats of yours hanging down between your thighs. I am going to milk every drop of your sweet white gold out of you, through that teat I intend to massage and to milk.
Push your ass higher into the air. That’s right slave, present your ass to me! Now, before we go any further, I want to know did you get yourself all nice and clean for your mistress? Let’s check . . . can you hear my latex glove snapping around my wrist as I pull it on? Does that excite you? Does it make your sword get stiff? Your willy go wild? I know you are aching to be drained by my expert hands. I slide one gloved finger into your naughty little asshole, slipping it all the way in until I feel your swollen prostate. I am massaging it now . . . can you feel me touching it? Touching you?
I want YOU, at home, to slide a fat dildo up your ass right now while you are listening to my (breathe) mesmerizing voice and to imagine that it is now TWO of MY fingers inspecting your asshole and your prostate . . . inspecting, massaging, probing, exerting ever-building pressure. Just as quickly as I had inserted my probing fingers, I withdraw them. I pick up my magical milking wand and place it right in front of your mouth. Kiss it, slave! Suck on it! Worship it with your willing mouth! Let me see you demonstrate your adoration and awe for my wand. After you have pleased me by making love to my magical milking wand, I will lube it up and slide it up . . . up your asshole . . . forcing your fluids towards your already engorged prostate. I force the fluid further, down through your slowly filling udder and your eager throbbing teat. I want to harvest it all!
I manipulate the wand with my left hand, making sure that your white gold can move only one way: down. Down through your udder into the condom I have slipped half way onto you. Hold still now, boy. Don’t you move! I love watching the condom hang half-way off your dick, creating the perfect sized reservoir to fill as I milk you, slowly filling that resovoir while I now proceed to massage your cow teat my right hand, forcing you to watch while your milk slowly fills the condom, forcing you to watch while I literally steal your orgasm from you, taking every ounce of your white gold for myself. Email your request for a picture of me with my milking wand. I may not be allowed to post it to my site, BUT you should get SOME reward for being such a good boy, wouldn’t you agree?
Wednesday, October 23
and politely request my one-way cam. No additional charges! Want to see mine too? Well, maybe you can.
See mine. (Additional charge does apply.) Meanwhile, enjoy this one from several years back!
Sunday, October 20
Sunday, October 13
Which of you will be the one to claim your place as my secret admirer?
PS Found my mystery submissive hiding in the corn fields . . .(as of 10-15-13). . . Thank you, too. Just in time for Halloween!
Monday, September 23
Wednesday, September 18
Public masturbation not a crime: Swedish court
12 Sep 2013, 15:13
A man who openly masturbated on a Stockholm beach has been acquitted of sexual assault in court after it was ruled he was not targeting a specific person, with the prosecutor saying it's "okay" to play with yourself in public. Public masturbation not a crime: Swedish court The incident occurred on June 6th at the Drevviken beach when the man removed his shorts and began masturbating close to the water. He was subsequently charged with sexual assault. The Södertörn District Court has now acquitted the 65-year old in a judgement which stated that it "may be proven that the man exposed himself and masturbated on this occasion". However, the court added that no offence had been committed as the masturbating man was not pleasuring himself towards a specific person.
Friday, September 13
Wednesday, September 4
Wednesday, August 28
Yes, I am home from San Francisco.
And am so happy to be home again!
Sexy corset from Seattle trip of about
six weeks ago, hot skirt (Hottbonds)
found with the assistance of our own
Sera Miles, fishnets & red shoes pulled
out of playroom wardrobe.
Love it when an outfit comes together!
Makes me want to get YOUR situation all together.
You would love to be helpless under my powerfulness,
especially helpless under that metallic red skirt. Confess!
Thursday, August 15
I am now headed to San Francisco, departing very, very early Saturday morning. Yes, THIS Saturday, August 17. I don't want to think about how very early my departure time will be.
I shall be home late next Wednesday, August 21 and would love for you to call me next Thursday, August 22, especially, so I can try out all of my newly honed skills on you!
Please remember, I am on the west coast, in the Pacific Standard time zone AND I am a late sleeper. Thank you for remembering those 2 things when you are reaching for your phone, in order that we might connect!
Friday, August 9
Wednesday, July 31
Monday, July 29
Friday, July 19
I am currently home and will remain home today, tomorrow and Friday. (i.e., July 3, 4 and 5). These 3 days are the best time for you to call me this week!
Saturday July 6 in Eugene, I will be available to catch your call on my cell.
Sunday July 7 - Thurs July 11 in Seattle. I'll be at ball park 6PM - 10PM three nights in a row: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. My phone will be OFF during baseball games! Other than that, however, I will be available for hello's and short appointments. You can also set short appointments via the S&M Inquiry Loveline (505) 255-9255
I would love for you to call me!
Friday, July 12
Friday, June 21
I will then be home for three complete days
(Wed., Th., Fri. i.e., July 3, 4 and 5). This would
be the best time for you to call me this week!
Saturday July 6 in Eugene, available to catch
your call on my cell, once again intermittently.
Sunday July 7 - Thurs July 11 in Seattle. I'll be at ball park 6PM - 10PM three nights in a row: Mon., T., Wed. My phone will be off during baseball games! Other than that, however, I will be available for hello's and short appointments. You can also set short appointments via
the S&M Inquiry Loveline (505) 255-9255
I would love for you to call me!
Sunday, June 16
Sunday, May 26
Saturday, May 11
Wednesday, May 8
Wednesday, April 17
Tuesday, April 16
Wednesday, April 10
Wednesday, February 20
Tuesday, February 19
Saturday, February 16
Get toes sucked
Tease, deny, torture
Assign individualized masturbation schedules
Control (your) breath with (my) spreading ass
Mail panties to (my) panty boys
Strip, blindfold, gag and mummify leaving (you) with only (your) sense of smell (of me)
Practice (on you) pantyhose bondage with old (my) pantyhose
Buy flat wooden hairbrush
Play strap-on games (with you) creating new levels of arousal
Dress the cross-dressers & cuckold the husbands!
Friday, February 15
and all of you submissives & slaves who drooled over them these last few days. I DID just get the hard copies of them yesterday, just in time for Valentines Day weekend! Announcement: the special rates for myself AND all of the Pepgirls this weekend will save you $25 on your hour-long call (now only $94) Your 45 minute call, now $74. Your 30 minute call, now $64. Valid one time with each phone counselor.
Tuesday, January 29
Tuesday, January 15
Monday, January 14
Friday, January 4
Sunday, December 30
And remember, there is alot of information about each of these ladies, including their home telephone numbers on this web site. Follow my blog to track the details of my joining these pep ladies http://mistressvanesa.blogspot.com and when you find that you just can't wait one more day, one more minute to engage in a fetish conversation, call one of my friends 505.255.9255 and then call me back Wednesday --ooops! update required! (541) 440-6696 is again operational! --afternoon. I look forward to our shared fetishisms.
Friday, January 15
Sunday, January 3
Friday, December 25
Monday, October 19
Tuesday, September 29
Tuesday, August 25
To stay in touch with my activities, my schedules, my personal experiences, follow this blog. Anchor yourself into it as the only portal into my life, as soon it shall be.
I am in the process of carving out my own niche here and will no longer be updating any other places you might find traces of me.
No, not good-bye. I enjoy what I do FAR too much for that.
Simply choosing real-time activities over cyberspace maintenance activities.
You are always welcome to e-mail me, firstname.lastname@example.org.
You are always welcome to enjoy updates to my website, http://mistressvanesa.com,
And as always, you are more than welcome to call me at my home telephone number: 541.440.6696
I guess I learned more at that fetish camp-out last week-end than I knew!
Good-bye unending numbers of hours on the computer.
Hello to unending hours of actual real-time play, especially in these next few months. Outdoor bondage is something to behold!
Thank you for following, for staying close. I look forward to all the new real-time adventures I now have the freedom to embrace. As for you, embrace your fetish, your pleasure, your adventure! I look very much forward to hearing all about it.
Friday, August 7
I want to take a moment to thank all of you who have touched my life. I am grateful for all that I have learned; for all that you have taught. Thank you also for following my blog, for following me on Twitter, and most of all, for picking up your phone just to say hi. In Dominance, Mistress Vanesa
Wednesday, July 29
I am also excited about seeing my daughter for the first time since her little belly has started to show!
I am especially excited to be going camping at Leatherwoods in August. For any of you in the Oregon area who might like to go, check it out on Leatherwoods.org As the dates for this event become closer and closer, I shall keep you apprised, and yes, of course you will be FORCED to listen to all of the details when I return home.
I am also very excited about my first published video slide show. For those of you who would like to view it, please send me your email addy and a short, polite request. Long emails are just more than I choose to deal with, so please keep brevity on your uppermost line of thought, or I might just think of this lovely nozzle I have, a good sized one for an email that is too good-sized! Send your request to Mistress Vanesa c/o email@example.com Who knows, the pictures I send to you in the form of a slideshow just might be new ones that you have never before seen!
Sunday, July 5
I have become fond of such transformation sessions and while that specific means of play might not appeal to you, I present it to you, as that is how I came to understand how Domestic Domination and Discipline work for me in my real life.
I want to grab hold of you while you are immersed in your “real” world and then I want to make you aware that without moving out of the room, without changing anything physical really, I change your reality and you find yourself at the beautifully pedicured feet of a Domestic Disciplinist, a Domestic Dominatrix, who will not only inspect every inch of my living room that I have required you to dust, every inch of glass I have required you to clean, I shall also be inspecting YOU. Are you spotlessly clean inside and out?
There is something so intimate about Domestic Domination. Think of it. When you are mine, in training, and you need punishment do you not think that you would be mortified if one of the neighbors witnessed it? Yes, there is something so very intimate about it that I believe it transcends all other forms of intimacy that might exist in a relationship between and Dominant woman and her submissive.
Thursday, May 7
Monday, April 27
The distance that has existed also fell away, on Saturday afternoon, as the young woman I call my daughter began to talk. As she talked, I realized that no one but mom could be the listener. I was honored to listen as the shards of secrecy dissipated, to listen and to listen . . . to hear more than I have heard in many years. I listened far into the hours of Saturday evening, not keeping other commitments I had made, not worried about what anybody would think of me for doing so, focused on listening to my daughter, aware that she was actually listening back when I spoke.
Visiting the waterbirthing center, meeting the doc and learning that DES ingestion by our mothers in the 50’ and 60’s to cure their morning sickness effects their granddaughters too, not just the daughters. PLEASE realize that DES was taken off the market in 1971 ~if your mother took it, please tell your doc about it. It is ESSENTIAL that they know that piece of your maternal history in order to keep you and your baby safe during the birthing process. Please feel free to call me should you need info about this, even if you did wind up being one of those I missed this week end!
Monday, April 20
Thursday, April 2
For me, it starts with the wisp of an idea floating across the front of my consciousness; then builds to a tease as I start reaching for that wisp, bringing it back close to examine, inspect, to blow breath into until it seems that every one of my deepening breaths is blowing life actively into the idea, the image, of play and my head begins to move slightly to my right, as my eyes close and I track my victim inside of my head, drawing them closer and closer to me until finally I open my eyes, refreshed in my spirit, my mind, energized to actively seek on a physical level the one I have focused on, the one who will not escape. The one who soothes one desire while awakening another. I do so love the interchange between bdsm play and lust!
Sunday, March 15
I believe that Domination need not be just fantasy.I believe that it is possible to accomplish your sexual and/or fetish goals. All you have to do for now is set your concerns aside for a few short minutes in order to concentrate on this posting. Concentrate while I address a question put to me frequently by many of you and recently by Leo of Massachusettes: "How may I better prepare myself for having a conversation with you?"
Please do remember that when you are looking to approach a Mistress, Leo, being respectful of her knowledge and status is always a safe place to start. The above question is an excellent example of the level of respect you would want to demonstrate.
Also, Leo, please do recognize that a Mistress's responsibilities sometimes weigh her down. Therefore, rather than offering yourself as a toy (Oh, I’ll do anything [sexual] you want, Mistress, I'll do anything you want . . .) think of something new. (When I hear someone begging to "service" the Mistress it makes me laugh out loud to think of her [or myself] as an automobile in need of an oil change!)
To better prepare yourself, Leo, think of yourself as a tool I might use, as opposed to a toy I might not. Stop and really think about that. And then offer yourself in a new and different way. Something as simple as "Mistress, it looks as though you could use somebody to do your laundry, wash your windows, cook your meals, clean your floors, update your checkbook and proof read your websites. I would be deeply honored if you would allow me to help you with any or all of that."
I know you would capture my attention were you to utter those magical words to me! Who knows? Maybe when you're done washing my windows, I'll have you wash my panties next!
If you are too nervous to approach verbally, then write. We Mistresses love to receive mail! Oh, yes, and one more thing on that: please, when you send pictures of yourself, make sure that you are clothed and in your element. Are you a golfer? Show me a pic of you on the golf course. A scuba diver? I’d love to see you in your wet suit! When you send pictures of your erection, and your erection only, please do know I simply toss it on the pile of hundreds that I have already received and quickly forget who it belongs to.
Set yourself up for success! Send genuine requests, well-written SHORT e-mails and appropriate pictures. We Mistresses want to know you just as much as you want to know us, and I for one, merely require respect for my knowledge and status, just as I will be respective of yours in turn.
If there is one thing that I would like for you to learn from this short it is for you to understand that you set the tone for your own success when you approach a Mistress. Try using these simple strategies as outlined above and let me know how they help you when approaching that Mistress who currently has you tongue-tied!
Sunday, February 24
My very special training sessions are based in operant conditioning theory. I find that this method of Female Domination achieves the most successful and the most long-lasting results. I also find that this method of discipline allows me to focus on you, one-on-one. While in training, you will be the sole focus of my curiosity, as well as of my perverse attention.
Bondage of a psychological manner is very appealing to me. The sounds of you bound to my soul, those sounds that I hear from you as you lose your ability to verbalize coherently, are exciting to me, for those sounds tell me that you are locked in an embrace with me, locked in a trance you are powerless to extricate yourself from. Your only release is with my permission.
Enter into my world of BD/SM and fantasy. Crossdressers, panty boys, novices and the guilt-ridden . . . you're ALL welcome to share with me your private, intimate, deeply held secret fantasies. Simply call me at my home, any time, day or night. 541.440.6696
Saturday, January 12
In Dominance ~ Mistress Vanesa