The one kind thing I'll do...

is offer a little insight on what goes on in My devious world, for all those who seem so hungry for the table-scraps. I am a South Florida Dominatrix. I have a particularly wild life, in and out of the dungeon. If contacting ME has become a compulsion which you can no longer resist, send email to, or find me as GoddessBella on for more pics, and see whether you can arrange an opportunity to try and be OWNED by ME. After an initial email or two to see if we're a good fit, I'll provide you with my phone number to talk and see what you have to say for yourself!

Yes, as wild as these stories are, they are ALL based on real encounters. I ONLY write with approval of the other participants and/or in a way as to maintain total anonymity. They are REAL, though. I may be one of the wildest women around, and frequently find myself thinking that my adventures are too good to keep entirely to myself!

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Do you believe in Destiny?

There comes a moment in every red-blooded guy's life that he comes across one of those Supergirl Sheena of the Jungle bombshell types, with skyscraper legs, powerful bells and whistles, deep blue eyes, and those full expressive lips, causing him to wonder to himself, "wow, what if anybody knows how bad I want this unbelievable goddess to push me up against a wall and tell me that if I don't willingly please her, she'll break me...I...I... I'd have to do what she says. Oh no... is that a boner? yesssss....fuck. I'm such a bitch."

Well boys, here's your chance, because my friend Mistress Destiny is breaking into formal domination and we're showing her the ropes!
Not to say she doesn't have experience with some things... shes's modeled her entire life, and trained in martial arts, so she'll look good during a bondage take down. Ever dreamed of being ravished, toyed with, raped, tricked, manipulated, and twisted into the sexiest situation ever imagined? This is her favorite role play. Maybe being intimidated onto the ground by a woman who looks like a stacked Kim Basinger and nectared upon as you writhe in anticipation and delight? Told if you don't prove you're a bitch by putting those panties on, she'll prove it by kicking your ass? And she's unbelievably sensual, too, so whatever becomes of you at this point....oh my and Eeeed Gad, I'm getting excited. It's like the Supervillain Dieties bestowed me with the hottest henchwoman ever imagined, just to hold you still while I have my evil ways with you.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

CROSSDRESSING. A perverted commentary on "what it means to Me"

I began crossdressing boys at a naughtily young age. No, tender panty-wearing readers, it's not clear if the reason for such a thing might be my acceptance of gender equanimity, or maybe the fact I really wanted a sister, or perhaps oh perhaps I might lust after the gender switch, myself. But I did it, and I inflicted it on ANY boy who could be duped or forced into such a role, dancing in My most ruffly nightgowns, Easter dresses, and made to ape as well as they could through all ways girly to the tune of My sole entertainment. Make shift stages were the platform, and imaginary scenarios of all types utilized. As a teenager just before graduation, my well hung boyfriend was more than willing to comply. I told his grandmother he got dressed up with me, and she found it "adorable". He was adorable, in fact, exceedingly more adorable like that in my eyes than as a lowly normal boy, and what ensued, I'm certain, has him squeezing his bulge into panties til this very day.

All I know, is that panties are SUCH a powerful symbol, and the tiniest, the laciest, the sluttiest panties, vended in stripper-marts and shopping meccas for loose women, daintily stitched together for the most bimbolicious of harlots, for airheaded boy-riders, gold-digging goddesses, and all those delicious girls with feet molded to the shape of their high heeled slippers... THOSE are the panties that make me dizzy in all the blood pumping ways that pound through a man's mind in the conventional sense. And guess what? YOU'RE the bimbo. 

I have so many panties at my place, there's something for everyone, every sized package, all flavors of naughtiness...and I even love the idea of more panties showing up... like a guy, I get a thrill seeing something new. Bring me a thrill, and see me smile.

Yes, some savor the most humiliating scenarios of sissy role play, being excoriated and emasculated, torn down, verbally handcuffed to a vacuum, or reduced to a phallus-worshiping nymphomaniac, a pantied-puddle under my glossy red pumps.

But for every one of these, there must be an endless variety, at all possible levels of experience from delectably boyish beginners to seasoned slave-sluts, for so many utterly light and fun escapades into the gender unknown, and featuring every type of relaxing amusement imaginable - champagne glasses balanced on silver trays, dancing, relaxing, creative eroticism, fun humiliation, sensual serving, beginner sissy training, and experiencing life very much a way I'd pour over a sexy, prized slave girl. It takes me back to the past, and is just such a natural thing that the playtime flows poetically. Just a few pieces of well targeted lingerie can transform any man to his inner, instant service slave, cumslut or sissyslut aching to please his mistress.

Panties imbue a former-man's eyes with the most delightfully soft gaze of compliance. All is at peace in the world, and I expect My wine and cheese served to Me and My gorgeous friends with all the decadent trimmings. If performed well, it's not impossible that you might be called on to serve in some way as dessert. 

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Balls to the Wall.... we just can't get enough! Early OCTOBER Party!

Keep your eyes peeled and your banana poised, because B2W is so addictive, we're plotting and planning another one! Kink, dear slaves, can become a strrrrrrooooong compulsion for all of us.

This last one featured all our dear friends and some hot new mysterious dommes.... long tresses, sexy fantasy masquerade masks, tight corsets, oh my. Tiara Tango swept through the early end of the party and challenged the CF half of the protocol ;) My personal pet entertained the ladies as Mr Ringtoss, to the amusement of all. Goddess Evilena showed the entire world how magically adroit she is at simultaneously owning three slaves in a hot cacophony of turned on, tormented groans.

Every time I hear someone tell me they've traveled the country and attended myriad dungeon parties, but OURS is the BEST they've ever experienced, I smile, the inner villainess man-trainer in me smiles, and the femmefatale boy toy-er within grins oh so broadly. 

"Yes? Really? Are there any others that are at least similar?", I ask. 
"Well, there was one in LA that was sort of similar, but you girls know how to have a much better time. You're the real thing! It was just much better. I'll definitely be back."

Ahhhhhh.... yes, cute old timer fun experienced slave.... you shall be right back here at the mercy of Our wildwomanish, wanton whims and ways. mmmm....

Sunday, August 16, 2015

NEW Mistress Morgan....busty, real, and in possession of a dangerously hot pair of stems.

Find out what it's like to be a demo dummy, at the whim of a curious new mistress, discovering just how much you men really are the little freaks we seasoned dommes know you are... This is your chance to show My girlfriend a world she can't to sink her teeth into, learning to play fun new ditties of sadistic sensuality on the instrument of your aching, quaking, tender body. Don't worry, I'll be right there to show her. ~~~~

So my ad says... in fact, this is one of my favorite kinds of sessions, EVER. The structure itself is a simple one. We simply do a special rate double because there's an educational twist. I've offered it before and it's ridiculously fun for all of us, and I feel many of the voluntary educational dummies are fun slavies I've enjoyed tormenting before. It must be undeniably sexy to be there, strapped up on a piece of furniture while I explain in my feminine, velvety tones, "now, the human sphincter can take quite a lot of stretching with the proper techniques....but it's all about how you approach the matter, you see, if achieving true psychological ownership is also the goal..." 

New girls, especially when in their late 20's to 30-somethings, have always managed to delight me with their level of previously fettered perversity, that seems to gush out in a warm cathartic blast upon realization that freedom of expression is heartily encouraged here. Bella's Kinkstitute for Higher Perversion believes in expressionistic hands on learning :)

Mistress Morgan has a great personality, is marvelously real, and currently consumed by the desire to match her lifestyle experience to what she can discover in a place such as Mine... a place far outside the realms of conventional relationships, where some very interesting things can be explored to exciting new depths. I loved the look on her face when I told her she might end up with lots of foot rubs, leg massages, etc etc. I cannot wait to teach her about smothering, because she's practically built for the sport. I could go on here forever, or you could just call or email me to find out...

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Balls 2 the Wall is Coming Up!

And all the girls are flooding our inboxes with requests to join in on the fun!
This time, we have our customary A Team of decadently depraved dommes, plus new additions of curious coquettes and newbie nut punishers. Doesn't this sound fun?

I'll be prepping My place all day. Feel free to contact Me if you wish to help, or bring supplies and amusements! (9S4 eight eight toooooo fifty-six 76)

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Princess Isobel Devi is a Dear Friend of Mine

We love to play together at each and every opportunity! She loves phallic threats, gender games, cruel teasing, and wrapping boys around her beautiful, ornately clawed little finger.

Monday, July 13, 2015

Dungeon Privacy!!!

A note on my obsession with privacy in the dungeon:

We've all seen opportunities for alternative locations for dungeon play, with some very attractive rental and play rates. This begs the question, "why the hell are these places/sessions so cheap?", "are they truly private?".

Privacy, you know, slavies, is a precious and relative thing. How private is private? Is there a hefty, sweaty, unscrupulous dude behind a curtain? It would be surprising how many dungeon locations are actually owned and operated by such sorts who conveniently find a woman they train and essentially own to appear in some photos and make them cash. Pimping is far from confined to conventional prostitution.

Philosophical differences aside, there's the issue of what kinds of things such an individual would or wouldn't do, given the fact that they sure don't mind riding the backs of ladies in the so called "flesh trade". Exploitation is a universal tendency in the modern age, in that, if you're the type of snake to exploit a woman, what makes men less expoitable? The more publicly used a space is, the more it requires monitoring. While I personally feel that ignorance is bliss on this subject, it so happens I am also very particular about who enjoys My space, and feel play should be organic, creative, and free from prying of any kind. It's also a question about female independence. Ladies who care for their craft because they are self made and all they have is the result of great education and hard work, as in any field or interest, care for their slaves and their reputations as well.

If privacy is a subject very important to you, then choose a lifestyle or serious prodomme who loves domming and has no intention of making this a temporary amusement or worse yet, quick source of speedy moolah. Generally speaking, if the ad looks fishy, then don't be surprised by a dude behind a curtain, and remember that not all places who appear to be run by women actually are. At a dungeon, if you worry about privacy, ask who owns the place. Ask if she's a manager or if it's HER studio, very politely, of course. Any woman with her own place will love talking about the equipment and experience of creating it, because there is nothing, my friends, more awesome than building your own freaky-crib-bdsm-play-dungeon.