Don't touch that weenie!

Without sending some greenie!

I don't really do St. Patricks day, but that was my little fun promotion.

So: some great new goodies to be had in my goody store...
I'm available on Niteflirt of course...

And...the holiday line is open NOW!

laissez le bon temps rouler! Fat Tuesday Fun!

On Fat Tuesday, in the streets of New Orleans,

Amidst the revelry and beads galore,

There's a woman, commanding and serene,

A Dominatrix, with a whip in store.

She struts with purpose, in leather and lace,

Her confident gaze, a powerful spell,

She's the queen of hedonism, in this sacred place,

Where inhibitions and rules, she loves to quell.

She rules over this world, with an iron fist,

But her subjects willingly submit,

For in her embrace, they find pure bliss,

And on this day of indulgence, they cannot resist.

With each strike of her whip, they feel alive,

Their senses heightened, their bodies aflame,

As she takes them on a journey, they thrive,

In a world of pleasure, they have no shame.

In her dungeon, where she reigns supreme,

She creates a symphony, of pain and pleasure,

As her slaves beg for more, in a trance-like dream,

She's the conductor, of this erotic treasure.

With ropes and chains, she binds their flesh,

And with each knot, their desires grow,

They surrender to her, with every breath,

As she takes them deeper, into the unknown.

She whispers commands, in a voice so alluring,

And her slaves obey, with a hunger for more,

For on this day of excess, there's no room for curing,

The thirst for pleasure, that they cannot ignore.

She paints their bodies, with wax and paint,

A masterpiece of passion, in every stroke,

They writhe and moan, in a wild and primal state,

As she unlocks their desires, with every choke.

In the midst of this hedonistic scene,

There's a sense of freedom, in the air,

For on this day, they can be who they want to be,

And with the Dominatrix, they have no fear.

For she embraces all, with open arms,

No judgment, no boundaries, just pure ecstasy,

And as the night wears on, and the party warms,

She becomes the embodiment, of Fat Tuesday's revelry.

But amidst all the pleasure, there's a deeper meaning,

In the BDSM, in the Dominatrix's touch,

For in surrendering, and in submitting,

They find liberation, from society's clutch.

On this day of debauchery, they break free,

From the chains of convention, and societal norms,

And with the Dominatrix, they can simply be,

In a world of pleasure, where anything transforms.

So as the sun sets, on this wild Fat Tuesday,

The Dominatrix's power, still reigns supreme,

For in the realm of hedonism, she's the queen,

And her slaves, forever under her dream.

So let us raise our glasses, to the Dominatrix,

On this day of indulgence, and BDSM,

For in her embrace, we find our fix,

And on Fat Tuesday, pleasure knows no end.

Some of my newer books - writer update

 As you all know I'm a published author on Amazon...I have many more books under my belt since last time I updated. Here's one I co-wrote with sissy brenda.

Then there's the collection of the Best of 2023 (Yes I made the cut!!)

And the latest is a story of Mistress Nikki (based on a peer of it a true story??)

More of my titles can be found Here on Amazon

A short story about a Dominatrix named Kiara...

 Kiara had been a dominatrix for years, and she was known for her strict and unyielding demeanor in the dungeons of Salinas. She was a tall, athletic woman with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her clients. Her dungeon was located on the outskirts of the city, a secluded building that was well known amongst those seeking a different kind of pleasure.

On this particular day, Kiara was expecting a new client. His name was Brian, and he had contacted her just a few days ago, expressing his desire to be a submissive for a day. Kiara had gone through the usual screening process, making sure that he understood the rules and regulations of her dungeon and what to expect. He had agreed to everything, and now, he was standing outside her door, waiting to be greeted by the infamous dominatrix.

As Kiara opened the door, she looked Brian up and down, taking in his appearance. He was a handsome man, with neatly combed dark hair and a nervous expression on his face. She could tell that he was inexperienced, but that only made her more excited. She loved breaking in new submissives, molding them into exactly what she wanted.

"Welcome, Brian," she said, her voice cold and commanding. "I am Kiara, your dominatrix for the day."

Brian nodded nervously, his eyes never leaving her face. He knew that he was in the hands of a powerful woman, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through him.

"Come in, Brian," Kiara said, stepping aside to let him enter. "We have a lot to do today."

Brian walked into the dungeon, his eyes wide as he took in the leather furniture, the chains hanging from the ceiling, and the various whips and paddles scattered around the room. He had never been in a place like this before, and he couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.

"Strip," Kiara commanded, her voice leaving no room for disobedience.

Brian hesitated for a moment, but then slowly began to undress, feeling self-conscious under Kiara's intense gaze. He took off his shirt, revealing a toned and muscular torso, and then his pants, leaving him standing in only his boxers.

"Boxers too," Kiara said, her eyes locked on his. "I want to see all of you."

Brian blushed but did as he was told, revealing his naked body to Kiara's critical eyes. She nodded in approval, taking in his lean muscles and smooth skin.

"Good," she said, her voice softening for the first time. "Now, there is a bathroom down the hall. Go take a quick shower and freshen up. I don't want to see any dirt on you when you come back."

Brian nodded, feeling both nervous and excited as he walked down the hall. He quickly showered, making sure to wash every inch of his body, knowing that Kiara would not tolerate any uncleanliness. When he was done, he dried off and put on the robe that had been provided for him, tying it securely around his waist.

When he returned to the dungeon, Kiara was waiting for him, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Good," she said, taking in his clean appearance. "Now, come with me."

She led him to a small room off to the side of the main dungeon, where a chastity cage was waiting. Kiara explained to Brian that she would be locking him in the cage for the rest of the day, and that he would only be released once she was satisfied with his performance.

Brian's heart began to race as Kiara fitted the cage onto his body, making sure that it was secure and tight. He had always been curious about chastity play, and he couldn't believe that he was actually experiencing it now. As the lock clicked into place, he felt a thrill run through him, knowing that he was completely at Kiara's mercy.

"Now," Kiara said, stepping back to admire her work. "Let's begin."

She led Brian back into the main dungeon, where she began to explain the different tools and toys that she would be using on him. Brian's eyes widened as he took in the various whips, floggers, and paddles. He had never been spanked or flogged before, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Kneel," Kiara commanded, and Brian quickly dropped to his knees, his head bowed in submission.

Kiara approached him, her heels clicking on the floor, and stood in front of him, her hands on her hips.

"Look at me," she said, and Brian obeyed, meeting her intense gaze. "You have asked for a rough session, and that is exactly what I will give you. But remember, you are in control. If it becomes too much, use your safe word and I will stop. Understood?"

Brian nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never used a safe word before, but he trusted Kiara to respect it if he needed to use it.

Kiara nodded in approval and then walked behind him, her fingers trailing down his back. She picked up a flogger and began to gently run the strands over his bare skin, causing him to shiver in anticipation.

And then, she struck.

The flogger landed on Brian's back, sending a sharp sting through his body. He let out a gasp, but before he could even recover, another strike landed, and then another. Kiara was relentless, her strikes coming faster and harder, leaving red marks on Brian's skin.

But as the pain intensified, so did Brian's pleasure. He found himself submitting completely to the flogger, letting the pain wash over him and losing himself in the sensations. Kiara noticed this and pushed even harder, wanting to see the limits of Brian's endurance.

When she finally stopped, Brian was panting and drenched in sweat, his skin aching and tingling from the flogger's touch. Kiara walked around him, inspecting the marks on his back with a look of satisfaction on her face.

"You have done well," she said, her voice low and husky. "But we are not done yet."

She led him to a different part of the dungeon, where a St. Andrew's Cross stood in the center. She secured Brian's wrists and ankles to the cross, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable.

And then, she began to peg him.

She started slowly, using a small dildo, but as Brian moaned and writhed against his restraints, she switched to a larger one, and then an even larger one. She pushed him to his limits, pegging him harder and faster until he was begging for release.

But Kiara wasn't done yet. She reached for a ball gag and forced it into Brian's mouth, silencing his cries. And then, she covered his eyes with a blindfold, shutting off his sense of sight and leaving him in a world of darkness.

"Let's see how much you can take, Brian," she whispered, her voice echoing in his mind.

And for the rest of the day, Kiara pushed Brian's limits, testing his pain threshold, and bringing him to the brink of pleasure and pain. And in the end, as she released him from the chastity cage and rewarded him with an intense orgasm, Kiara knew that she had found a new, devoted submissive in Brian. And she would continue to train and mold him into the perfect submissive, just as she had done with countless others before him.


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