Sunday, April 13

Digital Renderings

Well, David Ortiz and I finally have something in common:  we are both entering the world of selfies!  Now, I might be creating trouble for myself by stating that so boldly, so publicly.  I have nightmares of too many of you lusting after such digital renderings.  Perhaps it would help if you'all remember Mr. Oriz had the support (and equipment) of Samsung.  I too am operating with a Samsung' albeit with a Galaxy 4 and not one of their notebooks.  Anyway, adds another layer of fun to our play, don't you think?
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

Celebrate Spring! Take off your clothes!


Monday, March 31

And this one! Yi! Yi! Yi!

Oh, my God.  Somebody track one of these down for me!  Gift it to me.  This is the sexiest, meanest, scary looking strap on I have ever laid my eyes on.  Now, to lay my hands on it too! 

I love this strap-on!

Here is a picture of it.  Tell me, what do you think?  HA!  HA!  As if that mattered!

Friday, March 21

Shoe Store Job Wanted


Walmart Weirdo Sought In Toe Sucking Scheme

Cops: Suspect posed as podiatry student to trick female victim

Toe Sucking
Walmart "Podiatrist"
MARCH 20--Police are searching for a man who posed as a podiatry student and sucked the toes of a woman trying on shoes at a Walmart in North Carolina.
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

Some Fetish Fiction to Get You Through This Snow & Ice

To those of you preparing to read this, send your gratitude to one of my long-time slaves, one from Chicago.  He has written a story for gray, wet, miserable days like today. I believe this will help you get through your experience of being snowed/iced in.  Enjoy!


The Tease

"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?"

"No, Mistress."

"Get naked -- now."

"Yes, Mist...."

"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?"

"No, Mist...."

"I have another naked man," She said, in Her softest, sexiest voice. "Don't you wish you were him?"

"Yes, Mist...."

"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?"

"No, Mis....."

"I'm going to milk him!" She exclaimed. "Slow. Real slow. Does this excite you, 'old leaking bull'"?

"Yes, Mis...."

"And, do you know what you're going to do for your Mistress?"

"No, Mist...."

"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?"

"No, Mistress."

"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.


"Yes, Mist..."

"So is he,"said Mistress VanEsa, with a final little laugh. Very......Ready to start?"

"Yes, Mistress."______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

______________________________________________________________________________________________________ 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."

"Thank y....."

"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

Happy New Year!

Thanks to all for a great 2013, especially for the incredible memories you have gifted me with.
Happy New 2014 Year!
Live long & prosper*
~Your Mistress, Vanesa

(*old Vulcan saying)

Friday, December 27

Let us begin…

Let’s begin with the guy looking for his mistress, buying magazines, perusing websites, looking for her.  Let's flesh this boy out, fill with his selfish foolishness.  Talk about how he would know he had met with success when both found out their fondness for feet, stockinged of course, and their mutual love of ownership, respect and lots and lots of tease and denial even if she wasn’t into chastity devices or taking, he reassured himself that he could convert her. 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.

"Click" it went for her and she tweeted her phone number to him as he still lay there . . .

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

New Pics

I just added 8 new pictures to my Tumblr account.  Go check them out by clicking this link :

Saturday, November 23

Public Masturbation on the rise in Vancouver!

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

Part One of Two: Submissive Husband with Serious Panty Fetish

Written for Mistress Vanesa
by Peter  

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

Quick question for you

What’s the difference between a politician and a prostitute?
The prostitute gives value for the money she takes!

Tuesday, November 5

A Little Nighttime Story for You

     I want you to come in here with me, my sweet little slave-boy Yes, you. Follow me, your mistress, to your destiny. Try really hard not to look at the milking wand that I hold in my hand, or to wonder exactly what I intend to do with it. Stop. Stop right there. Stop in the middle of the room where I can see all of you. Now, take off your clothes, you little slut-boy. Yes, all of them. I want you stripped completely naked NOW. I want to see how much cum you have built up for your mistress.
     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

The Witching Hour

Yes, it is almost the Witching Hour! Want me to see you in your costume? Call me up 541-440-6696
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

Masturbating on your own . . . or with me?

Do call now, gentlemen, in order that you might listen closely to what I have to share. Women such as me understand that masturbating on your own is a natural need for most men like you. Even a daily need for some of you. Just letting you know that us older playful mature women won't laugh at what you desire. We know what you need! You have come this far, so why wait any longer? As a matter of fact, all you have to do is pick up the phone. Get your pants down around down your knees. Now get down on your knees! But don't you dare touch your self. Remember, you do need my permission to do something like that, and I do so love hearing the unique way that you each ask. Call me at home 541-440-6696 so we can discuss your potential.

Sunday, October 13


A few new mysteries in the air today, one arriving UPS.  (Just a side note, I LOVE my UPS guy! )  . Today, an unsigned gift was delivered.  I could see by the return address it was from Seattle, but I couldn't make sense of the 7 letters delineating a company name.  I ripped the package open, finding that two pairs of goodies from Wolford's were elegantly wrapped in Nancy Meyer tissue paper.  My eyes widened and I slipped the fishnet Twenties out.  I realized there was a card and opened it too, discovering that it had not been signed, inside nor out.
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

Mr. J. O'B:  I am happy to hear that you like the new pic on
Here are the others from that set.
Try not to hurt yourself. 

Wednesday, September 18

OK to Play in Sweden

Home > National
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

PDF for you to download & share with loved ones

Safe download for you to read, pass along, share.
Yes, I guarantee it is safe to download.
Surprisingly, it's not even pornographic so you can open anywhere!

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Wednesday, August 28

Home from San Francisco

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

Vacation Dates

A quick snap of a moment in Seattle, on vacation.
Do I look excited about going up on this ferris wheel? Well, yes, and also excited for ‘playtime’ soon to commence!
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!
~Mistress Vanesa

Friday, August 9

The Rules

I need say no more, as she appears to have said it all.

Wednesday, July 31


THE DUTIES OF A PERSONAL CUM-WHORE By Fannie Flame The day She decided to train frankie-boy to be Her personal cum-whore was filled with wet, slick anticipation and sadistic excitement. A professional Dominatrix, Vanesa often enjoyed two or three gentlemen callers a day, and on this exquisite day, two said gentlemen had expressed to Her a need: to experience a scene involving either forced bisexuality or forced homosexuality. One of these gentlemen expressed a profound desire to eat another man’s cum in a specific manner: He wanted to kneel at His Master’s feet, hands bound helplessly behind his back, while his mouth was forcefully fucked by a cock. “You want to eat someone else’s cum already?” She had teased him. “But you just ate Mine!” She had, after all, recently sent him a pair of Her cum-soaked panties. She grinned as She fell in love with a thrilling new idea. “I’m going to send you another pair of panties to suck on,” She teased. “A pair that is completely soaked not only by My cum, but also by My personal slut-slave’s cum too. THAT shall be the first step in fulfilling your fantasy.” Her personal slave-boy had indeed been a cum slut for the last several years and She found Herself rapidly graduating him from cum-slut to cum-wehore. Suddenly, She realized, his privilege of cumming would no longer be attached to a date on the calendar, or to an action he took; rather it would attach itself to the market demand for Her panties, particularly in cases where his stickiness was desired as an adjunct to Her sweet slickness. “I have every intention of exploiting this market of cocksucker wannabes,” She whispered to frankie-boy as She began to release him from bondage. “Surely I have stumbled across what has to be the most discreet form of cock-cum-eating ever invented. “frankie-boy, get this straight.” She held his face between Her hands and looked into his fearful eyes as he lay, still bound helplessly to Her massage table. “From now on, you will only be cumming when one of My clients expresses a desire to eat another man’s cum, mixed, of course, inextricably with my juices.” She paused. “Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress,” he responded meekly. Then he burst, his mouth spewing concerns about how sporadic that was going to be; that he would NEVER know when he would get to cum, nor how often; he begged Her: no, please no! What would happen if suddenly no one wanted to buy Her panties? “Stop your sniveling! I have already sold this pair I have on and have gotten them soaking wet with My pussy juices.” As she released his hands from their silken bonds, she continued with her instructions. “Now, we’ll just wrap these silky panties around your cock. I want you to masturbate yourself to orgasm. Please do make sure that every last drop winds up on the inside crotch of those panties.” frankie reluctantly stroked his engorged cock with the wet panties, inhaling Mistress’ ripe juices. He hated to admit how turned on he was at the prospect of suddenly being Mistress’ cum-Whore, but the size and hardness and color of his most prized possession gave him away. Watch the PEP blog for the second half of this story. (Appx 4 to 5 more days.) NOTE:  The second half has been posted. Enjoy the PEP blog!

Monday, July 29

Seattle Secrets

What?  You expected me to post a picture of me trying on corsets?  Oh, no.  No, no!  You make me laugh at the very thought. Some parts of Seattle shall forever remain my secret.

Friday, July 19

A Piss Story

Before I learned how to write with words, I expressed myself with pictures, art. My mom always made sure I had a big pad to draw on, no matter how much it cut into our meager food budget. I only got crayons once a year and relied on charcoal pencils the rest of the time to outline the creativity that crowded my mind. I drew pictures of everything I saw, including images of men peeing—stick men, holding their penises, the demarcation of pee very clear in them all. I always used a broken line to express the piss being released from their cocks. I drew pages upon pages of men taking pisses; and, of course, they were of my father, as I had never seen any other man take a piss. I must have seen him early in the morning, for all of my stick men were naked, as he would have been when I watched him first thing in the dawning light. I remember laying in the grass with my three sisters on a lazy, hot summer afternoon. We were all trying to take advantage of what little shade there was under the sole tree in our front yard. It did not occur to me to hide my peeing stick men from my sisters as we crammed closer and closer together under the shade of that tree. It never occurred to me that there might be something “unacceptable” about my artwork. After all, wasn’t my artwork merely a reflection of my world? I did not realize how provocative my art was, until all of my sisters began pawing through the pages of my notebook, exclaiming over and over again: “I’m going to tell Mommy!” and “I’m going to tell Daddy!” They grabbed my precious art pad, and with it, my delicious fantasies of men holding their cocks in place while they pissed. To this day I am fascinated by piss play. The play I participate in does not involve a penis being held aloft, however. My delectable fantasies of men and piss, rather, involve the man being pissed on and, moreover, being pissed on by me—and pissed in as well. Ah yes, now my stick men are real and completely comply with my orders. “Lie still!” I command before I piss in your mouth. I love to bark orders, to use my booted foot to move your body into compliance. To slowly walk up your body, one foot on either side of you, letting loose with a stream of hot piss as I reach your groin. To watch your cock bounce around under the jet of wetness as I slowly continue my stroll toward your face. I stop the flow of urine as I pass up through your torso, only to let it loose again once you’ve obeyed my order to open your mouth. To not swallow. And then I squat about halfway down to show off my fountainhead as I fill your mouth to its lips. I cut off the flow once again and stare into your eyes, which are also full—with desire. I love how the fullness of piss in your mouth matches the fullness of humiliation in your eyes. Do know that I shall describe out loud to you exactly how aroused I can tell you are from having a woman piss on you, piss in you. Do know that I shall let you know exactly how fucking perverted I think you are. Swallow. Humiliation, arousal, piss, humiliation, arousal. My experience is much more direct: arousal, arousal, arousal. Do know that I will sit all the way down on your mouth, fill it with the last drops of my piss, and order you to lick me clean like a good piece of toilet paper.

And now, onto Seattle!

My summer travel schedule, once again updated!
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!


Wow!  I usually love to spend hours out of doors during the bright summery days, but today got SO hot I headed inside to the coolness of my living room and kitchen, drinking glass after glass of lemonade.  I DO keep my back bedroom window open to the heat of the day tho; I enjoy the heat captured from both the summer sun and the conversations I enjoy with you.  Who wants to have a hot call in an air conditioned room when sweating it out in the back room is so readily available?

Friday, July 12

Home again, call for hot details!

Hello.  I am back home from my forays into the great northwest, happy to report that sexy, hot, corsets and black strappy lingerie that poses as a dress are to be found.  Very hot sexy things in shoe stores, leather stores, high-end dress and lingerie stores.  Delicious things to eat, very lovely things to torture.  Yes, you do have to wait to see any of the pictures!  Oh, and lest you think I've forgotten, the Sox took two out of the three I attended.  Same cabbie 2 nights in a row?  How does that happen?  I would love for you to call me:  let's get caught up!

Friday, June 21

July Vacation (Dates amended)

My schedule, updated. Monday and Tuesday, (July 1 and 2) to PDX. Yes, seeing Twilight while up there! I will be available intermittently for your hello wherein you are scheduling your call at my whim. I won't be gone long, most likely be home by Tuesday early evening.
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

More on tease & denial . . . again!

Such a blast to cum and cum and cum, knowing that today's slave-boy isn't cumming and he isn't GOING to be cumming either! Absolutely love it!

Sunday, May 26

To the Beach

Heads up sluts, slaves and whores! I will be at the beach May 28, 29 and 30. Call me Friday to grab the details while they are fresh in my mind. Ask nicely and I might even email you an unpublished picture. Yours in Dominance, ~Mistress Vanesa

Saturday, May 11

Read peplove's blog too! At the very least, go there to enjoy the pictures!

Wednesday, May 8

The Barn

Yes, I have threatened more than a few of you with punishments of various kinds to be meted out in my barn. Spring breaks and my soul (and my genitals) leap to be outside, away from the dark dankness of winter dungeons. A picture here to give you something to think about. Do think about being held captive in this barn, held against your will. Yes, think about what I might enjoy doing to you during Masturbation Month of May!

Wednesday, April 17

Akin to the 2nd coming

Thank you New York Yankees for playing "Sweet Caroline" last night. I had a lump in my throat at your heartfelt expression of love and support. I know several of you freaks up in NYC and I love you more than ever! Your upcoming spankings are something I look forward to, with great pleasure.

Tuesday, April 16

Prayers to Boston

Oh my heart goes out to Boston, city, citizens and visitors. I wish that I could hold each and every one of you, quieting your terror, easing your pain. Oh to use this as a platform for my rage, my tears. As well a platform where first steps towards peace may be taken. It is tough to find forgiveness for those who inflict such pain, such anguish, for those who openly preach hatred against our country and our people. Do we already live in terror (if you say we don't, then explain the searches we are all forced to undergo at the airport)? Such sadness. Such tangled, jangling thoughts and feelings. Go hug everyone you love, and even those you don't. Hug them as if you did love them, and perhaps some day you will.

Wednesday, April 10


I shall be turning my telephone onto it’s vacation setting this Thursday evening,the 11th of April. I am traveling to San Francisco. I plan on returning Monday, April 15th and sharing with you the sexiest of said time. However, I am making sure you don’t get too hungry in my absence. You can still explore spanking, tease & denial, slave training, humiliation, role play and taboo fantasies by dialing the Pep Loveline at 505.255.9255 or by visiting I also have listed the names and phone numbers of several dominas I know you will enjoy. Find your adult phone sex BDSM Dominant fantasy femdom. And remember, there is alot of information about each of these ladies, including their home telephone numbers on the web site Until I return, behave yourself!

Wednesday, February 20

New twitter address: Tweet, follow, I will follow you back.

Tuesday, February 19

My Ice Experiment

I have been experimenting with my key to my overnight bondage chains, wanting the slave to be securely locked up all night and yet free to bring me my strong, hot coffee in bed in the morning. Slowly, a few inches of water poured in the bottom of a coffee can, then frozen solid. Then another inch frozen. The padlock key placed upon that, with a third layer upon that. Upon the completion of that layer freezing, a fourth and final inch was poured. At bedtime I brought the coffee can into my bedroom: I had to make sure that the correct amount of ice was formed to allow my key to become available within the correct window of time! Rats! Too much water again! No slave could get my key free from that block of ice in time to serve my coffee. I shall be creating another, smaller one today, in preparation for tonight. all me for your progress report!

Saturday, February 16

My To Do List

Updates on my “To Do” list:

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

Valentine's Celebrations

. . . absolutely adore these chap boots . . .
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

What a Minx! is where you can find the beginnings of a blog written by one of my recent acquaintances. She is HOT to watch and even more fun to play with. Also, find her on Great name for her, huh? You may also dial her up at (505) 974-6840. will take you to a picture of her vixen eyes. Ta ta!

Tuesday, January 15

Misspelled Missives Still Get Their Point Across

Yes. Yes, I am quite aware that 'cuckold' is indeed temporarily misspelled on the main website. Right next to my smiling face. Understand, I have grown rather grateful for it, as it has led you to pick up the phone and to dial me directly at my home phone number (541) 440-6696 and it has given you purpose to speak privately with me. Now, don't you feel better? No? Then do send a missive to my private mailbox: You just never know what I will be wearing when I open it.

Monday, January 14

New post! Saddest news about one of the world's greatest hacker -no he did not fuck with your computer. But it's also an incredibly FUN day and so let's have fun talking about a few more details about the zippers on this hot little catsuit that makes ME feel so hot! Found out there are a few zipper virgins out there, so pic #1 is so you can see just how available these little zippers can make you be, oh, you thought that pic was all about making a peek of my ass available to you? I do believe it also captures me laughing so hard about that I can't stand up straight! And the picture down below demonstrates exactly which way the bottom two zippers can be manipulated to crank up the fun! Just think how my biggest blackest strap-on looks strapped on over this fetish latex-covered body. That's right. Give it a thought. And then give me a call 541.440.6696.

Friday, January 4

Being Powdered in a Latex Catsuit

At first it feels pretty cold, and the latex is unforgiving. More powder! More chalk! I have learned to put my catsuit on in front of my fireplace, dancing on bare feet trying to find warm brick. Dancing around naked except for the snakeskin outfit I am adhering to my warming extremities. It is fun to take the 3 - way zips and to run them up and down my body, exposing my pale skin which feels somehow most inappropriate and naughty. The suit is tight and warm, until you start playing with one of those zippers! Want to know more? (541) 440-6696

Sunday, December 30

Re-uniting with friends at PEP

HELLO and thank you for joining me. Effective Wed Jan 2 I shall be rejoining my eclectic, exciting and wicked friends at PEP - People Exchanging Power.
You are always welcome to call me here, at this telephone number, altho I wont be available until Wed Jan 2.  However, now you can also explore spanking, tease & denial, slave training, humiliation, role play and taboo fantasies by dialing these ladies at 505.255.9255 or by visiting Find your adult phone sex BDSM Dominant fantasy femdom.     
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 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

Mallery Thurlow

An incredible young woman who is doing all she can to get back to Haiti where she founded an orphanage at, I believe, the age of 16. Currently 200 children live there. Correction: lived there. Now with the country reeling from the devastating quake, Mallery is flying back to Haiti with her father to find the young ones she considers her children, and to provide them with needed water, food, shelter and medical care. Contributions: Thank you for participating.

Sunday, January 3

A Happy, Healthy, Playful New Year

Watching about rituals that various civilizations perform. One of them is where a man takes a very sharp stick and strikes his penis with a downward motion of his arm. I see he has on traditional make-up and clothing; the ritual is being performed at night. Paper is wrapped around the man's bleeding penis and once the bleeding stops the paper is thrown into the fire. The smoke trail that comes up from the fire creates the pathway to his ancestors, so he is now able to communicate with them. BDSM is still rich with ritual, we still engage in piercing men's penises, and when I hear a transcended sub repeating "Oh, God! Oh, God!" it makes me muse about how very far we have come. What do you think?

Friday, December 25

Merry Christmas to all!

Here's hoping you were NAUGHTY, not nice, and that you've earned a good healthy spanking/flogging/whipping from your own Dominant. I shall be administering my own forms of torture this evening, after the vanilla company in my home heads out. Yes, I do keep track of infractions, and yes, I know which punishment you dread the most. THAT is the one I shall personally choose to have fun inflicting upon you for your naughtiness over this last year. I do so love naughty submissive boys with a streak of onreyness! You are my FAVORITE Christmas gift of all! Hmmmmmm. Makes me purr just contemplating it. ~V

Monday, October 19

My voice

Make sure you are PRIVATE before you turn your speakers on and listen to this clip. It is from my X-rated website and should only be listened to by adults 21 years old and older. Enjoy!

Spooky Things

I used to be scared of the dark, locked hall closet, and after that I was a bit frightened at getting caught by the "real authorities" for vague indiscretions left just that way: vague. Today, what has my attention are two things, neither one of which I control. Just may be why they're front and center on my horizon! First thing I'm aware of that I'd love to control, yet won't be able to: third quarter earnings being posted this week. The second item is one that concerns Google and Yahoo in cahoots with new site submission maps and codes (just makes my longest whip seem too damn short to reach!) and the news now includes Microsoft climbing on board. May the computer Goddesses at large send a skilled websubster to my home! I have been having too much fun doing research this last month or so to even WANT to sit back down here for very long, enduring a long learning curve on site submission. And, all of you who follow my blog, please do remember: you are always welcome to pick up your phone, to dial me up, even if just to say hi, more especially if you're in the mood to be scared by ME! ~In Dominance, Mistress Vanesa

Tuesday, September 29


Now, researching takes much time, especially when one is researching and studying the art of domination, the depth and width of fetishes. Just consider this as you bitch about how unobtainable I have been as of late: I am immersed in research. And when I surface, shall you be the one I practice all my new-found wisdom on?

Tuesday, August 25

How to Reach Me

Lately, I have been contemplating how very much time I am spending in cyberspace, and how very thin I am spread in that arena. I belong to so many fetish/Domina/submissive domains I have to write down what the domain is, my user handle and my password. I simply cannot remember them all. Furthermore, I find myself doing things half-assed in order to keep up with all of this, and those of you who know me know that I am extremely detail-oriented and enjoy the concept of completeness.
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,
You are always welcome to enjoy updates to my website,,
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.
In Dominance,
Mistress Vanesa

Friday, August 7

"Vintage Vanesa"

Today I dug out some of your fav pics from 2001, the year this all started! I actually figured out how to make a video of those pics, one with the old-fashioned reels of film. Just seemed to suit the theme! I have this video posted at YouTube now, so go check it out! My "handle" on YouTube is "MistressVanesa" and is very easy to search for. Let me know what you think, boys and girls, as I am considering doing one for 2003 next . . . a very, very interesting year! Oh, but I do get ahead of myself: 2002 would have to precede 2003, of course!
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

Feeling Excitement

Oh, I am so excited to be making friends with this beautiful, smart and funny woman who lives fairly close to me. Met her via, so for those of you who are feeling down, feeling a bit hopeless, I urge you to try, try, try again to meet a special person! We are out there, and sometimes living in your very own city.
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 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 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

Independence Day Musings

Domestic Domination has naturally evolved in my life since I moved to my big house in the country. It began due to the fact that my overly large bathroom has two sinks and cut-ins and mirrors all around, just perfect for dress-up play. Cross-dressers would come over to my house instead of to my dungeon. I would put them up extra close to the mirror when I was teaching them how to apply their make up. All of the mirrors up and down both sides of my dressing room and bathroom also allowed me to closely inspect how they were dressed, how they were presenting them self to the world. This layout further lent itself nicely to lingerie hand washing sessions, which inevitably led to mistakes. I would find myself using my bare hand on their bare bottom, spanking hard, while they kicked futilely over my knee. I found myself doing this more often than I would find myself doing what I had done for years: tying them straight and still for a punishment flogging.

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?
Are your seams still straight up the back of your legs? Are your panties under or on top of the your garters? Or are your panties under your trousers all day as you labor at the office for me? When the sting of my hand turns your buns red, I will require you to go out into the back yard and to cut me a switch, which I shall use on you next. You will learn to cook my dinner while wearing a chastity device, to go shopping with me wearing a remote controlled butt plug. You will learn to wear slim, supple adorable collars that mark you as mine. You will learn exactly how to wash, dry and fold my myriad of lingerie and you shall always make my coffee strong and black. Yes, I desire the proverbial rose in the vase along with a different magazine with my coffee. In bed.

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.

Monday, April 27

DES in your maternal history?

This week-end traveled to PDX to meet some ladies that are new to me, to meet once again with my first in-person client ever from clear back in 2001 and also to listen to my first grandchild’s heartbeat through the walls of flesh that create it’s current home. I fell in love and awe; my “priorities” in live fell away and then were quickly back, in quite the different order than they had been before.
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

Celebrating Birthday of 8 Years

Wow. The anniversary of my first call is next week, April 27, 2001. It makes me so happy that I am still having sexy, hot conversations with submissives I met that year! I remember another domina telling me, way back then, that my best teachers were going to be the submissives I encountered on my way. She was so right! So, to those of you who taught me, thank you. And for those of you whom I have taught, I thank you too. Touching you with my words, my thoughts, my hands has indeed been a joy.

Thursday, April 2

Taking Time to Play

It's funny, this burning desire that consumes me sometimes. To play. To bind. To make a submissive so dependent upon me that their very breath is based on my building on their gratitude. And yet I do know that there are many, many of you out there who understand how that desire starts and how it builds.

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

Donate Your Brain to Research

Consider Donating Your Brain to Research (When You're Through with it of Course!) By Mali Einen

Tips on How to Approach That Special Mistress

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

Very Special Training Program

Sensual domination has become my way of life. Nothing would please me more than for you to relinquish your very self to me. Your gift of submission is what brings me my pleasure; the thought of owning you, even if only for an hour, enraptures me.

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

January 12, 2008

One of the more important "-ing" things that I, as a Mistress, engage in when "Mistressing" is Tease & Denial. Important because of how compliant it makes you, yes. How powerful it makes me, yes again. But more importantly, how very fucking sexy it is to know that you are at the end of your rope, begging me with eyes or words for permission to cum, and I toy with you, taking my time, listening to the subtle sounds uttered by your tortured soul, not giving you release today, lying to you about how you can have it IF you are a good boy and then luxuriating in my own orgasm, forcing you to watch, to listen, to smell, never yielding to your pleas to touch. It is all so terribly, sinfully delicious! Call me at my home now 541-440-6696 in order that you might learn to more properly listen!
In Dominance ~ Mistress Vanesa