Showing posts with label Mistress DJ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mistress DJ. Show all posts

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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Poetry time! (and another book by moi!)

In the dawn's early light, when the air turned cold,

Stood a dominatrix, mysterious and bold.

Her name was DJ, a reigning queen's delight,

Her kingdom, a realm of pain and forbidden insight.

As the sun rose high, casting golden rays,

DJ emerged, with secrets in her gaze.

With leather-clad attire and a whip by her side,

She commanded respect, impossible to hide.

Upon the fallen leaves, with a confident grace,

DJ walked, a sovereign of this private space.

The morning's effervescence, a cool, crisp embrace,

Matched the fire in her eyes, her allure, and her pace.

Her presence commanded, a force to be reckoned,

With strength and power, she left none second-guessing.

Through hidden corridors, her chambers did lay,

Where pleasure entwined with a darkness, no light could sway.

She held the key to their desires unspoken,

A master of seduction, hearts forever broken.

Amidst the autumn's hues, her dominion loomed,

A playground for pleasure, where boundaries were consumed.

And as the wind whispered secrets, carried on its breath,

DJ's words held the power, life followed her behest.

With each crack of the whip, she danced through the air,

Her dominance complete, a symphony so rare.

She painted submission on a canvas of trust,

Enthralling her subjects, with each sinful thrust.

In this realm she ruled, in shadows she thrived,

The dominatrix named DJ, an enigma alive.

For in the stillness of morning, as nature's breath drew near,

DJ reigned supreme, her power crystal clear.

So let the world marvel at this fall morning's tale,

Of a dominatrix named DJ, who left none to bewail.

Here's the latest!!


(Yes it's a Locktober workbook! The first of it's kind! Brought to you by Me, Your favorite Domme (you know I am!) Mistress DJ!

Here's my Halloween Spooktacular!

The Submission of Tony - a short FemDom Tale


Tony nervously drove to DJ's dungeon, heart pounding in his ears. He had heard many things about DJ's skill as a domme and he was excited but nervous at the same time.  When he arrived he was met by the delightful sight of her, tall and blonde with a fiery gaze and an inviting smirk. She welcomed Tony with a 15 minute session where they went over protocols and safeword usage.

She walked him through the dungeon, casually describing the equipment and how it could be used. Tony was full of anticipation as she explained the effects of each session. He kept thinking about how powerful DJ must be and how lucky he was to be here. 

The session began with foot worship. Tony was made to kneel before DJ and gently massage her feet. He felt incredibly vulnerable as he worshiped her feet, and it was an experience he would never forget. Tony bowed his head before Mistress DJ in reverence as he approached her feet. His eyes followed the curves of her toes and calves with admiration. His heart raced with anticipation as he inhaled her foot odor through his nose. Tony slowly descended to his knees and brought his face close to DJ's feet, letting out a deep sigh of pleasure. He ran his fingertips along the surface of her soft skin, taking in the feel of her delicate feet. He kissed her toes, pressing his lips against her skin and savoring the taste of her feet. He moved his hands up and down the length of her legs, rubbing and massaging her feet with gentle, loving strokes. He applied enough pressure to get the perfect balance of pleasure and relaxation. His hands worked their way across her feet, kneading them and exploring their curves. Finally, Tony let out a satisfied moan and pressed his face between her toes. He breathed in deeply, savoring the combination of her foot musk and the scent of the lotion she had applied beforehand. He then licked her feet all over, savoring the unique tang of her sweat mixed with the sweetness of the lotion. The experience was exhilarating. Even after Tony had finished, he still wanted more and stayed next to DJ's feet, worshiping her and savoring her divine presence. After his worshipful attendance, DJ then moved on to flogging. 

Tony was bound to a post as DJ prepared to flog him: Tony trembled with anticipation as Mistress DJ approached him. He had dreamt of this for as long as he could remember, and now that it was finally here he felt his heart racing in his chest. DJ was tall and imposing, wearing a black leather bodysuit and knee-high boots. Her eyes were full of intensity as she looked Tony up and down, taking in every inch of him. She smiled slyly and then pulled out a flogger from the rack. Tony gulped as Mistress DJ moved closer to him. He felt his body tense up in anticipation as DJ used the flogger to lightly strike his nude body. With each impact, an electric sensation shot through his body and his heart raced faster. Mistress DJ took her time, exploring every inch of her submissive's body with the flogger. She teased his skin with light strokes, inflicting small pulses of pain that sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. His breathing became ragged as she increased the intensity of the flogging, leaving him quivering and writhing in delight. Finally, Tony could take no more and let out a shuddering sigh of pleasure. Mistress DJ smiled in satisfaction, knowing that her submissive had been completely taken by her. With one final flourish, Mistress DJ unfastened the ropes that bound Tony to the pole. She brushed her lips against his cheek and whispered in his ear, "That was beautiful."

The lashes stung, but he found that the endorphins released from the pain actually made it pleasurable. When DJ stopped, Tony felt exhilarated and a bit addicted. 

DJ then moved on to cock and ball torture. She had a variety of tools for this, and Tony knew that the sensations would be intense. First, she put clothespins on his nipples. Then, she started teasing his balls with a feather tickler, which made him gasp with pleasure. 

Starting softly and then increasing intensity until his entire body was shaking with pleasure.

Next, Mistress DJ stepped it up a notch, replacing the feather with a bamboo cane. This time, the pain was more intense and immediate, causing Tony to cry out in agony. Mistress DJ seemed to take pleasure in his pain though, as she kept going, inch by inch, increasing the pressure until Tony was sure that his head would burst.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Mistress DJ stopped, allowing Tony to catch his breath. But, instead of letting him go, she grabbed a blindfold and tied it tightly over his eyes. Tony felt completely in Mistress DJ's control now, and he reveled in the sensation. 

The next thing he knew, Mistress DJ was back to her feather and cane torture, alternating between tender caresses and vicious blows. Tony was soon lost in a euphoric haze as his body responded to each sensation in turn. By the end of it, Tony felt as if he had been through an emotional and physical roller coaster, and all he wanted was to stay in Mistress DJ's dungeon forever.

Finally, DJ brought out the vibrating Hitachi wand. She moved it slowly over Tony's cock and balls, making sure to hit all of his nerve endings. The sensations were almost too much to bear, but Tony loved every second of it. 

When the session was finished, Tony felt like he had been to another world. His body was full of pleasure and pain in equal measure, and he couldn't believe how amazing the experience had been. He thanked DJ for the experience, and left with a feeling of accomplishment - he had done something he had never thought possible before. 

Tony was sure that he would be back for more - DJ had opened up a new world of experiences for him, and he was eager to explore further. He had fetishes he’d like to discuss…

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Beware the Domme of March!


before you know it, March will be upon

Welcome to Mistress DJ's world...yet again! I am so excited to share My latest news and happenings with you. First off, Mistress DJ has just released a new book called "Domme Tales 2" which is an essential summary of life as a ProDomme (names changed to protect the innocent! For anyone interested in exploring their submissive side. This book is filled with stories from real-life experiences as well as tips and tricks on what to expect in this world. Be sure to check it out if you're looking for ways to expand your world! In addition, I have also recently released several new audios that explore different aspects of BDSM play, . from roleplay as a Russian Mistress to foot can find my offerings here... Finally, we are thrilled to announce that Mistress DJ's holiday line will be opening up again this Easter! This exclusive line will be, as always $1.00 a minute and open to all! Great time to come meet me, or enjoy a lower rate for my regular buddies!
On top of all these amazing releases, you'll be seeing more frequent podcast releases from Mistress DJ lately too!
But now I want your input: What kind of engagement would YOU like to see from Mistress DJ? Let me know in the comments below, or shoot me a mail: - I love hearing what you have to say! Lastly but not leastly (as they say), here's a haiku poem about your favorite Dominatrix: Dominant goddess divine / Unveiling wonders unseen / Fearless power reigns supreme

Writing! New Insta and MORE!! Mistress DJ is busy!

If you follow me on Insta, you'll need to update it, they don't like sexworkers
long story short...I've a new one:

that ugly business aside, here's a little short story I put together...enjoy!

Wanda had been a police officer for many years, but she had a secret side job that she kept hidden from her colleagues. She was also a professional dominatrix, and she had a dungeon in her home that she used to dominate her clients. One day, a man named Charles came to her for a session. He was a submissive, and he wanted to be dominated by Officer Wanda. She welcomed him into her dungeon, and she could tell he was nervous. To put him at ease, she started by talking to him, getting to know him and his desires. She then began to explain the rules of the dungeon and what she expected from him. Charles was eager to please, and he followed all of Officer Wanda’s instructions without hesitation. She began by blindfolding him and tying him up with rope. She then proceeded to tease and tantalize him with her hands and various toys. She spanked him, flogged him, and even used a vibrator on him. Charles was in a state of pure bliss, and he followed her every command. After a few hours of intense play, Officer Wanda decided to end the session. She untied Charles and removed the blindfold. She then gave him a hug and thanked him for coming. Charles thanked her for the experience and left with a smile on his face. Officer Wanda had successfully dominated Charles in her dungeon, and she was proud of herself. She had taken a timid submissive and turned him into a willing participant. It was a job well done, and she was looking forward to her next session.

Charles was driving home from work one evening when he noticed a police car in his rearview mirror. He had been driving the speed limit, so he was surprised to see the car following him. He pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the officer to approach. When the police officer stepped out of the car, Charles was taken aback. She was a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression on her face. She wore a police uniform, but it was obvious that she was a woman. Her name tag read “Officer Wanda.” Charles was nervous as Officer Wanda approached his car. He had heard stories, or maybe rumors is a better word, about her from his friends He knew that she was a strict and uncompromising officer. He was also aware that she was a Dominatrix, and he was worried that she might take advantage of him. Officer Wanda asked Charles for his license and registration. He handed them over, and she examined them carefully. She then asked him why he had been driving so slowly. Charles explained that he had been tired from a long day at work and had been trying to be careful. Officer Wanda seemed to accept his explanation, but she still asked him to step out of the car. She then proceeded to search him, running her hands over his body in a way that made him feel uncomfortable. She then asked him to turn around and bend over the hood of the car. Charles was embarrassed and scared, but he complied. Officer Wanda then proceeded to handcuff him and place him in the back of her police car. She didn’t give any explanation, and he certaininly didn’t believe he’d done anything wrong. She drove him to the station, where she booked him for a minor traffic violation. At the station, Officer Wanda asked Charles if he wanted to make a deal. She said that if he agreed to be her submissive for a night, she would let him go without any charges. Charles was hesitant, but he eventually agreed. That night, Charles found himself in Officer Wanda’s dungeon. She had him dress in a feminine outfit and then proceeded to dominate him. She spanked him, teased him, and made him do all sorts of humiliating things. First, she had him polish her boots, with his tongue. This included the soft supple leather, but it also included the dirty rubber sole.

Next it was onto a good spanking session. Wanda had a paddle that looked a bit like a ping-pong paddle, but it had holes drilled in it. She paddled his ass 100 times, as hard as she could.

Finally, she demanded Charles pleasure her with his tongue. When it was all over, Officer Wanda let Charles go. He was relieved to be free, but he was also embarrassed and ashamed. He had been feminized and humiliated by a female police officer who was also a Dominatrix. He vowed to never let himself be in that situation again.