Saturday, January 3

Your Turn, boy!

I think you need to double-check: it actually IS your turn so shut up and hop up. IMAGES REMOVED 1/3/2015 is where I want you to visit me today!

Well, holy motherfucking shit

No more pics on this blog, ladies & gentlemen.  So tired of having my precious porn show up uninvited and unexpectedly on my very warm & fuzzy family phone.  Thank you for following; I mean that most sincerely.  My new home is somewhat ready for you, but what the fuck with the somewhat, yes?  Come over, I know how you love your coffee.  Lots & lots of cream, hmmm?   My new home address is   Do make sure you only put one letter "s" in "Vanesa", or it will be no sweet sensual sadism for you!

Tuesday, December 23

Fetish Santa-Bear Fucking Around AGAIN!

IMAGES REMOVED 1/3/2015 is where to search for them quickly! Yes! Only one hand needed. Santa-bear, heard you went to Paris last week;  Santa-bear, let's dance right over there, over where the presents are all stacked.  I know you need my help opening the gifts you've received, Santa-Bear here is the most important one:  me in my crotchless body stocking  knowing how badly you want to tongue up my cream, unfettered by panties or tights. I love my Santa-bear!

Friday, December 19

Slave Santa

OK, here (above right) is a copy of the photo, set at 200 size, not the 50 that the upper pic is set at.  Yes, it is a body stocking I am wearing.  Oh, yes, crotchless to boot! And yes, that sexy lace weave does start in again just below my belly button and goes up to the top of the body stocking, exposing far more than Slave Santa could stand.  That's why he is going so crazy!  He says it is too easy to smell musk when crotchless, and he is suffering.  Poor baby.  Pics removed 1/3/2015

Wednesday, December 17

Yummy Gift for the Season

So what we want to know j.w., is if this is YOU!!!
Fuck!   HOT!!

Pic sadly removed 1/3/2015 . . .

Receiving this pic as a gift from someone who has known me for a rather long time, clarifies for me how much I have changed. Take a closer look toy boys. You may just find yourself in this very predicament. Worse yet, you may find yourself LOVING it!
Craving it. Needing it just as badly as you find yourself loving/craving/NEEDING Me. I do so love the way your neediness climbs, swirls, circles, climbs even more. Yum!

Wednesday, December 3

Christmas Pics Can Be So Fun

I've just been reminded of how hot my black catsuit can be when properly stretched around that ass I know many of you worship -- and yes, I do mean worship.  Isn't that what you mean when you start moaning "Oh, God . . . oh, God" as you jack completely off to my pictures, my stories, my escapades?  These pics are dedicated to you, Sal.  On your knees boy, on your knees.
Pics sadly removed 1/2/2015 Pic from this series posted on and my, my.  It did wake a few of you up!  So, yes Sal, here are the rest of those pictures in order that you might properly practice your worshipping behavior.  Don't think you don't need to practice, either, because you do!  Find me & my friends at  Write me  Call me at 541-440-6696.

Tuesday, December 2

Nap Time

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Monday, December 1

Home, sweet home!

Today is Monday, December 1 and it feels SO good to be home again!  Those of you leaving me messages, thank you, I shall return them per your windows of opportunities.  Here is hoping your Thanksgiving Holidays had plenty of kink in them!  If not, I'd be only too happy to insert some of my own brand of kink into your day, making sure you do not go without.  Now, get naked, get down on your knees and get my number properly dialed up!

Friday, November 21

The Tease ~ by "old leaking bull"

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. "Hard?" "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.

My Scheduled Thanksgiving Holiday Dates

Just a quick heads up: I am leaving very early Wednesday,
November 26 to travel to visit loved ones for this Thanksgiving Holiday. I shall be returning Sunday, November 30. If I know you well enough to have your number in my phone directory, please feel free to leave me a message: I will be only too happy to call you back from some private corner of the home where I shall be staying. After all, you just never know when I'll call you up with a quick response to your message. Anyway, that's in 5 short days, so if you DO need to reach me, make sure you do it in a timely manner! And here is another picture taken of me, straight out of my shower into my closet, trying on yet one more outfit as I prepare for one more celebratory week-end!

Saturday, November 15

Phone Sex Phreakiness

You have to admit, on dark, dank days such as this, phone sex phreakiness is the only real cure.

Tuesday, November 11

My Plan For Today

Sleep in. Check. Drink strong, black cup of coffee. Check. Read e-mail. Check. Take a cruisey walk along the river, 2 miles Pick up fresh produce. Change into my new outrageously sexy outfit, shoes & all. Catch up on my stack of literature (i.e., porn) while curled up on my couch.   Make sure all of my toys are fully charged. Test them thoroughly.    Make sure my FAVORITE toy (you) is fully charged. Test YOU thoroughly! Hmmmmm. I wonder if that means allowing you to cum. Veterans? Yes. Not yet a vet? Allow me to inspire you.

Friday, October 31

Something Cool Very Soon

I am so excited about my new project, soon to be unveiled! It is a HUGE project, much bigger than I ever anticipated, so do keep checking and do practice patience. You're not going gonna be disappointed, subbie-boy/girl. You will actually be stuffing your belly (and your balls) quite full as you strive to fulfill your greedy hungry self. ~MsV

Tuesday, October 14

IMAGES REMOVED 1/3/2015 IMAGES REMOVED 1/3/2015 my under-construction website open today! Someone asked me just the other day which topic/fetish is my favorite one to talk about. Hmmmmmm. Let’s see: femdom tease and denial? Now that one IS indeed fun, at least for me. And it will be fun for you too once you realize and come to accept as truth this little matter about you being properly denied. Which means forbidden to cum. Yes, forbidden. Left full, wretched and somehow still hungry for more. I am always so amazed at your inability to grasp the truth, your truth. To grasp onto the fact that I may just decide that today is not your day to cum. I don’t see it circled on the calendar, do you?

Thursday, September 25

Drag Queens Fight Against Facebook

RuPaul Joins Drag Queens' Fight Against Facebook

11:00 AM PST 09/24/2014                                 
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The social media giant is forcing users to display real names on their profiles, which isn't sitting well with the several hundred drag performers who had their accounts deactivated

This story first appeared in the Oct. 3 issue of The Hollywood Reporter magazine.
Facebook has found itself at the center of a bitter fight with some well-heeled foes: drag performers who are livid that the social media giant has begun enforcing a policy that requires users to display real names on their profiles.
Several hundred drag queens -- and other performers who had built Facebook profiles around their stage names -- had their accounts deactivated after they were reported for failing to employ their real identities.
Opponents of the rule now are receiving support from a formidable force: RuPaul.
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"In showbiz, there's no such thing as bad publicity as long as they spell your name right," RuPaul tells THR. "But it's bad policy when Facebook strips the rights of creative individuals who have blossomed into something even more fabulous than the name their mama gave them."

Sunday, September 21

The Future of Sex?

Please share this article with others using the link below, do not cut & paste the article. Science fiction a step closer as Oculus virtual reality headsets near release Oculus ©Reuters Oculus is closing in on the consumer release of its Rift virtual reality headset, especially since the company was acquired by Facebook. Check out the link and the pictures of the headsets already designed. Good boy! Now, call me & let me know how it would make sexual things be between you and I! ~MsV

Saturday, August 30

For All of You Brownnosers

August Specials --
Get 'em while they're hot!

Teacher’s Pet Price! Save $20! $69 (reg. $89) for 30 minutes! Attn Brown-nosers: Special valid as many times as you wish through August 2014.

90 minutes too short, 2 hours too big? An hour + 45 minutes feel just right? Take advantage of our first time ever Goldilocks Special! Book an hour at the regular price of $119 and enjoy a 45-minute extension for only $69 (reg. $99)! Special valid one time only with each counselor through August 2014.

Put your feet up Labor Day weekend and play long and hard! Save $30! Book a one-hour call for $89 (reg. $119)! Special valid one time with each phone counselor Friday Aug 29 - Tuesday, Sept 2, 2014.

Mistress Vanesa (541) 440-6696

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Thursday, August 21

My Ownership of You

IMAGES REMOVED 1/3/2015 Oh, my very favorite way to play with you!
You naked except for your leather collar &
your leash.  The leash of chain that holds you
to me . . . even if I did not hold this chain
padlocked to your sweating neck, I know
you would not stray for you prayed to
find me and are unwilling to risk losing
me.  Now, crawl!  Get right behind me and
crawl!  Keep your nose 5" from my pussy!  Did I keep
you from sniffing my sweaty panties before?  No!
But I did punish you did I not?    I know, darling one,
you do enjoy your punishments, don't you?  And on a
hot summer day I am especially certain that you will
be begging for your punishment. OK, over here
lover to this big old oak tree, right now!!
I have no patience left for you! 
Roll over! Feel these leather mittens on your hands and feel your chain now, sliding down from your collar, through your thighs, through your genitals, rendering you helpless. A few pics below of me laughing at you!

Friday, August 1

I Love My UPS Girl!

IMAGES REMOVED 1/3/2015 IMAGES REMOVED 1/3/2015 I sometimes have no idea what is in one of those brown boxes that grace my front deck upon a regular basis.  I ADORE these ropes.  Made of cotton so they do not slip.  32' long, so you have enough to complete your tie.  And red & purple to wrap you prettyFace it, we all want to play with these toys! IMG_3804.JPG" >

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

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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!

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.

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