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

Here comes the rain again...




I enjoy rain...but not for 10+ days straight...so if you notice I'm off of my normal schedule, that's why!

So: https://allmylinks.com/mistressdj (has all my links!)

I'm even on AVN stars: https://stars.avn.com/mistressdj

And you know I can always be found on Niteflirt
flrt.me/MistressDJ

Holiday Line will be Open the 28th-31st

The holiday line will be open the 28th-31st - $1.00 a minute and all are wel-cum (welcome!)


I am not a fan of Halloween, but I will be offering some "themed" mp3's and customs will be on sale those days...

so, get ready!!




The Goodies Store

In order to make this easy: 


I am categorizing all the kinds of goodies / Niteflirt clips I have here on the blog! Click to go to the store you desire:


These pages will be updated regularly with new offerings!











Communication is Key

So...what's your pleasure?


Please put what you or others consider "normal" from your mind! There are always going to be kink shamers that try to say these things are okay and these kinds aren’t. All this focus on what counts as normal, right, proper sex (and what isn't "okay") takes us from the route of what we might like to explore or what tweaks our tweak.
So the first step is to try to ignore all the things you’ve learned or believed/heard about ‘normal sex’ and all the things you've "heard" is "amazing sex" and focus on what YOU would actually like to do. That might include kink or at least kink as foreplay. 
People are into all different kinds of things. For example you might enjoy TPE/controlling another and never go near being submissive or impact play. Or vice versa. . Nobody should ever tell you that your motivations or preferences are any less valid that anyone else’s. One day you may find you want to be in charge and the next day on your knees.
Communicate it!

If you’re not sure what you’re into you can check out  kinky videos, erotic fiction, or various BDSM websites and see what gets your attention. Another idea is a yes, no, maybe list - of if things sound interesting. If you can't find a good one, I have one I will gladly send you to help you explore!
Preferences and desires often change over time, and with experience. You should re-examine your ideas/kinks from time to time. Some people write, and update, a kind of ‘user manual’ for themselves to give partners a longer explanation of how they – and their body – work. One particularly important thing to get across is any ‘hard limits’ (things that go beyond no interest but are a "hell no") and ‘triggers’ (things that will upset/cause a reaction in you) you’re aware of so that partners know what they really shouldn't do or say.
Safewords are a good idea - traditional BDSM uses Red, Yellow and Green...during a check in green, like a stoplight is "all good." Yellow meaning this is on the edge of limitations and Red is a "safeword" or "STOP"
However, with your partner you can come up with your own terminology where if something is new or if something is...as with the One I answer to a "no no" (meaning it isn't going to happen under any circumstances - a beyond negotiable hard limit) 
The absolutely key thing with all of this is to create conditions under which whatever you do is most likely to be consensual for all concerned. Speak up! "I'd like to try this..." Or "I'd like it if you did this to me." If the session is virtual (most of our worlds are at a minimum partially virtual.) "I'd like to feel this way." "It would be great if you could do this for me." (Examples might be guided masturbation, setting up a schedule for a sub, or even a session of no holds-barred kinky talk.)
Main thing is communicate! Whether with a vanilla partner or with your Dom/me or sub, no one reads minds. Convey what you're thinking and what you'd like (you'll be surprised!) If they are your partner, they are going to want you pleased/to feel good (yes even Dom/mes like when they deliver pleasure.)
Hope that helps! Now go communicate!



Haikus by me



She is like sunrise; beckoning you to serve her as the day begins.




Cancerian child Waiting for the moon to rise I whisper "hurry"



Horizon set eyes; Forward the only option Gratitude the fuel...





She is like nightfall; Her darkness is in contrast to Her radiance.

The Birthday Line is Open 6-14 (through 7-14)

Specials all during my "Birthday Month" (ok the month leading up to my birthday)





Gift cards to: mistressdj@gmail.com

a poem from a slave

Divine Goddess DJ

i kneel and tremble when the dagger of Your voice fucks my ear drum.

Your unique beauty and joie de vivre

i would give anything to worship the ground You step on in Your boots.

By Your grace and in the serve to You my life has meaning,

i breathe, submit, and endeavor to be Your peace; for Your true divine light to worry not.

The sound of Your voice is enough, it sustains me through the darkest of hours.

Whether recorded or on the phone, You give me purpose.

Words drip from Your luscious lips like honey the best of treat for this worker bee.

In submission to You i am whole.



I appreciate this - thank you d.

I am grateful for this amazing life I live.

let's have a talk about D/s especially focusing on submission.


Three types of submissive


  1. The immediate submissive finds an immediate reward as a "consequence" of the act of submission. This may be something like sexual arousal, the satiation (temporarily, at least) of feelings of guilt, or simply the pleasure of an endorphine rush. The act of submission is not pleasurable or satisfying on its own.
  2. The psychological submissive finds her reward in the act of submission itself. This satisfaction or pleasure can, for example, come from the associated with temporarily giving up responsibility. Or it can come from a relaxation of the need to "be herself" while the dominant is in control; she can, instead, simply be nothing, she can abandon herself completely.
  3. The slave has an internal need or craving that is appeased by the act of submission. The act of submission itself may or may not be pleasurable to the slave, but the release from the pressure of the need always is.

(from: https://www.peter-masters.com/wiki/index.php/Understanding_Submission)
great resource page to newcomers.

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If you're reading this, you likely know me from Niteflirt or found me elsewhere...If you've been around for a while, you've heard how and where I got my start - how I cut my teeth as a Domme and even about the ever-so-mysterious-Phantom...

Well as you know, I lost Phantom / my Master in 2015.

I am a believer that to be a good Domme/Dom one needs to understand it from both sides of the whip as it were. I will continue to say that as it's a genuine belief. Since then, the spark of "what to pass along" or that spark/flame inside that I'd felt (including subspace and all the wonderful feelings of submission) was slowly fading.

"When you aren't looking."

When someone isn't afraid of who I am, instead seems amused at my facets and contradictions.

When someone is willing to take on the mantle / pick up the torch of "Master" or "Dom" (when that wasn't what it was about)

When someone cares about giving me that experience again in my life versus their own needs.

That person deserves a second look...





This is just the beginning...but with a recharged/refreshed Domme...all the old guard ways...with manners, protocol and respect will not only be educated and reminded, but enforced. Who is He? You needn't worry about that...For now you'll see me mind my capital letters and refer to him as "Mr. O" or "Mr. Oisín" You likely don't know Him, but you will quickly see what He brings to my life as I pass along the trembles and feels of subspace as well as the relief of power exchange.

Giving back what was once given to me (refresher course in DJology)

Ok cliff notes version for those of you that have been contemplating the lint in your navels.

Long ago in a galaxy far far away....oh wait...

So...started Pro Domming in college - in Reno yadda yadda..took over a retiring Domme's client list (well, half of it anyhow…)

I'm puttering along...and go to a nerd con (I really want to say it was a Star Wars themed thing, but sadly it wan't) It was Comic-Con in San Diego...Long story short I was wearing body paint (I was a Zabrak, hatin' is bad.) If you don't know what a Zabrak is...there's the door.

Anywho one thing leads to another and Phantom enters the picture (we were actually NOT on site at the con but instead at a diner playing Wizards of the Coast - Star Wars rpg) As you all know He was the one that helped me hone my skills as  Pro Domme and online as well -He was my Master. He had me make recordings before it was really a "thing" -- but I digress...Under His guidance I became a better ProDomme as I learned to give the things I'd experienced or pass along what I'd learned...

Fast forward to today.
There are a few of you...that I can really rattle your cages...
I have you to where you don't know if you're coming or going....

to that I say good and welcome to the Dark Side....

It's an honor to be able to pass along 5% of what I was given.

Yes my degree is in Accounting. I am truly a nerd...

If you want to learn something about BDSM I may or may not have the answers...but I will help you find them...

If I think a different Domme would better suit you? I'll be directing you that way.

Giving back what was once given to me.

Likes:
coffee, horror novels, scary movies, stuffed animals, Thai Food, bellydancing, country music,
cheese, white chocolate, Star Wars (only the DarkSide! I keed I keed)

Dislikes:
mean people, thunderstorms, being cold, peas, lima beans, liver, hockey, dishonesty, alcohol (upsets my stomach), drama

I guess if you wanna know something - ask.




"The Washcloth incident" try not to judge people (true story, starring Yours Truly)

A brief preface:

Not long after your favorite Dominatrix was born...my mother was in a horse-back riding incident. Her back was broken/vertebrae had to be fused. She was able to walk in time, but needless to say lifting, handling and even playing with (on the ground etc) a baby was...challenging. So, Yours Truly had a Nanny. (No, not some ninny college kid but a true blue Nanny from Sussex!) She said she spoke in poor Cockney, but you couldn't tell me the sun didn't rise for Nana...she smelled of menthol cigarettes and tea. She was quite rough around the edges but she taught me an awful lot. A real member of the family...(this matters, you'll see the connect shortly)

So, Nana was responsible for all of the heavy lifting of raising me from newborn essentially to about 6. Bathing, feeding, playing, handling...you get the picture.

Fast forward: I am 18 years old, I moved out right after I turned 18...I am in my own apartment and attending Jr. College (don't get excited, this isn't a Domme tale...one year to that...) but my dear friend (since age 11 or so-ish) comes over,  she is Mormon, not that it's here nor there. Her family raised her conservatively of course, but I was raised in the strict German ways. Needless to say, we could always relate. I digress, my friend comes over to stay the night with me. We are having a grand time in my new apartment, got a pizza was going to watch some nonsense on the television - a girls night! 
A great time is had, then it's time for bed. She wants to shower before bed so I direct her to my towel cupboard - nice new clean white towels (you can bleach towels!!) She comes out and asks me where the washcloths are? I am confused, "Washcloths?" I explain to her I didn't bother to get any as I don't use them (and I really didn't outside of to wash my face and take off makeup.)

The next day her mother was coming to pick us up to take us to their church (long standing tradition) and sometime during all that she explained to her mom that I didn't grasp the point of a washcloth. Her mom comes over (I found some 7up to offer her) and explains to me the full proper usage of a washcloth, in a motherly, non-demeaning way. (True story!) As it turns out: Nana thought my mom talked to me and taught me "how to wash" and my mom thought Nana "taught me how to wash"

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't smelly or gross, I'd take a bath daily, soak and use my hands to suds EVERYWHERE (you know what I mean!) but now I know the mystery of these damnfangled little squares...

Fast forward nearly 20 years and I'm talking to a buddy on the phone...turns out his parter didn't use washcloths either --

I think the reason I am sharing this is: even with the best of grooming and intentions -- things fall through the cracks (pun intended). Things get overlooked or simply not taught. You never know why someone does things so differently from you. Culture? Religion? Never taught? All possibilities...

So, when someone does something different from you, pause for a moment--have some empathy and remember DJ.





Descending the stairs




Descending the stairs, the dim light from the sconces only provides highlight to Her form.
Fearing to speak freely, you utter, "Mistress?" seeking Her out.
Perched on Her throne in the corner She observes you, like a cat stalking a bird on the grass.
Taking a sip from Her coffee, She slurps causing your strained gaze to shift Her direction.


Descending the stairs, you can now make out the steam rising from Her mug on the table.
Examining the crimson cinder block walls--the word dungeon clangs in your head like a bell.
Watching, still perched, your Domme awaits your submission.
Impatiently, Her boot heel scuffs the floor, causing you to jump a bit.


Descending the stairs, your new life is ahead--one of submission.
Trembling with anticipation you strip, kneeling as directed.
Standing gracefully, your Goddess slowly approaches, Her heels clicking on the concrete floor.
You look up once and meet Her grey gaze then immediately cast your eyes downward.

Now your new life begins....

Self Care - for everyone, not just subs.

Here is one thing I know for sure: people are on edge.

I don't mean the usual crunch time, make ends meet kind of stress edge -- but instead like one whack comment from snapping edge.

Is it the political climate?

Maybe.

But, rather than analyze the "why" of it let's make this a positive.

1. Make a point of taking time away from your screens. For every hour, I challenge you to spend 10-15 minutes outside or sitting quietly with your eyes closed (meditation/prayer/relaxing.)

2. Hydrate: I know I for one drink way too much coffee. Coffee is a natural diuretic, so those of us that enjoy our coffee or tea, should double up on our water. You should drink half your weight in ounces.

3. Organize: loosely plan tomorrow. What am I wearing? What is the "loose" to-do's for tomorrow? What will be for dinner tomorrow?

4. Plan ahead: things may not go as planned. Make your bed when you get up. Start the dishwasher or laundry. Do things ahead of time ahead when you have some spare moments.

5. Make one day a week to do exactly what you want to do - not need to do, or should do -- if that means being a couch potato, so be it! If that means staying in bed all day? Good for you! If you want to watch a movie-a-thon or read....go for it. Do what will recharge you and refresh your spirit.

Also, I encourage you to take deep breaths.

We are a society of breath holders, and it isn't good for us.

Just watch me now. (All eyes on me)



Some great new goodies for sale....





******************************** With the onset of fall there will be many great things coming!

Stay tuned!!!

In the meantime: with the change of seasons, a pedicure would be great! I'm going to put this here for whoever would like to treat me to a pedi! Remember, you get to pick the color and get pics too!

Thanks in advance.

On this 9-11....no radio silence from me.

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17 years ago...something crazy happened. A country song I love says "A sucker punch came flying from somewhere in the back...." Here's the deal: whether it was some sort of Illuminati move or the Rothschild family....some church/religion/movement or some sort of an inside crazy something...(Or, if Osama bin Laden coordinated it as the timeline states) Here is what I know: This country I was born in raised in...the one I would march proudly in my red, white and blue twirling my baton for the parade....the one that I love coming back to after global travels...it was attacked that day.

2977 people (and 19...well...) lost their lives that day. There were moments that redefines heroes - FDNY and first responders rushing into buildings as people were rushing or jumping out...people on planes taking the planes down so no more than needed suffer....people helping people...Americans helping Americans...all those that were moved to sign up for the military the next day.... I am by no means a flag waving Go 'murica kinda gal.... this was my Kennedy. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing. Most years I go to radio silence....I am quiet, and somber...and remember.... this year in the face of a split country, in the face of racism, in the face of it all going wrong...I want to say: "I love this country! I am grateful for the men and women who bravely and proudly serve so I can live this crazy life I love! I can speak my opinions, I can be a Domme, I can pursue life, liberty and happiness!" Live loudly Live boldly. We live in the best country on this planet! Flaws and all!