The one kind thing I'll do...

********is set you FREE...********
"Strong women intimidate boys, but excite men."
... let's have you dance for your mistress upon that deliciously blurry little line, and suffer the sweetest exhilaration of self-discovery.

A modest confession... I am a vampyre, an erotic priestess of the highest order, untouchable, sweet, condescending, aloof, quite adorable, elegant, demanding, sensually sadistic, and oh so amused by all the cutest weaknesses boys just like you find so compulsive and compelling.

As the head of a cult of carefully selected, vampyric priestesses and Our human property, I welcome new supplicants to join and feed Our ranks. Blood has no interest for us. No, we seek the energy connection of power exchange, of endless devotion expressed in the gesture of your lips to Our polished toenails, and the artistry of weaving the perfect web onto which your helpless limbs might cling everlastingly.

Monday, October 28, 2019

Key Addicted

Apparently, I've fallen victim (no, you've fallen victim) to a strange (is it really that strange?) new addiction.

Key Holding.

Freedom for you is a thing of the past...
Sing for Me....former slut, now property!

Oh plastic cage so clear and bright,
How you hold my penis tight!
Nice and safe forever soft,
Tonight there'll be no jerking off.
Every time i reach down there
i feel the trap the cage the snare
Locked on and snug, that crystal case,
A fortress with a cold embrace.
To squeeze it down, erase my dick,
Not like i ever got much use of it,
Cause i'm a little sissy clown,
Panties pink and nighty gowns
Are all I know and all i wear
She shaved off my body hair!
Please Miss let me touch it once
i'll rub your feet i'll lick your cunt
Oh gosh i mean your sacred flower
And prove my love and love your power.
It's you who gives my life its dreams
Now that i'm drugged by all your schemes.
The only thing for which i breathe
Is again to serve in plastic sheath,
And prove to you how much i'm owned
Nothing more than a dickless pawn,
To be your ape and well-trained boy
To gain your smile as a diva's toy.

Monday, October 7, 2019


Finally, it has come to My attention that there is a TRUE MALE MANAGEMENT SYSTEM available for Mistress testing! Known as the Dreamlover 2000, this little baby will keep you in penile lockdown, on My GPS, and completely managed. I can zap you. I can please you.... happy am I with your service today? Ooooops did you fuck up again??? Why can't you learn? BECAUSE NO ONE HAS TRAINED YOU CORRECTLY. Men have only a tiny brain they utilize, and it's in a body part that's not seeing the light of day for a long long time. Manage the penis = manage the boy. Yes, even you have hope!

I can't wait to drug My bitchy boyfriend and slip it on him while he sleeps. He'll never complain again after he realizes how good it feels to let go, and be truly managed.

Send Me one. Bring Me one. Order one for yourself and one for Me to inflict on someone in My personal life, and you can be My male management guinea piggypig.

Sunday, September 29, 2019

My Mother...

Happy Birthday to My lovely, belated mother.
In today's world of social media, there's no where to wax about a woman who taught Me so much about femdom and the fine art of managing and dominating men, but here.

This was a Lady who delightfully ensnared and unscrupulously twisted My helpless father around her little finger for forty-five years, laughing, demanding, screaming, and amusing us all the entire time. She NEVER asked for permission for ANYTHING. NO APOLOGIES to him. But at least she had a hell of a wicked sense of humor, absolute vulgarity, a bottomless cauldron of witty, sometimes filthy jokes, and a penchant for torturing and entertaining innocent people everywhere she went. My father? Her seemingly hapless, horribly abused and bemused captive slave-hubby. He endured, complained, moaned, caterwauled, but never once strayed or escaped. She frequently laughed that he couldn't because she had it arranged with the authorities that he'd be returned as soon as he hit the Florida border. He often dreamt aloud of the many sports cars and custom made suits from days past, from another life almost, and the whole family accepted his present condition of slavery with a sort of sympathetic condescension. It was an implied lesson: some men are "happier" being slaves. Some men "need" a dominant woman. Some men will simply never be much on their own, as life's great totality is not the amalgamation of material crap and achievements for the admiration of other so-called men. Those men are cock worshippers. REAL men worship Pussy. And, gentle readers, some men are far better off wed to a warrior queen, imbued with all the spine and fire of a goddess, a tigress, a sargent, an empress. The woman of which we speak was a cyclone when high spirited, and always always always made all the rules.

Once she asked, when I was only in my 20's,
"Do you know what love is to men?"
"No, what?"
"PAIN! to men, love is pain. If you keep them in it, they will think they love you. They're so foolish, they don't know the difference.", she said, slowly, smiling.
"Thanks, Mom."

My mother's desk swag from a job in NY, when she modeled and worked as a secretary at a medical supply office. Imagine in the 60's, approaching a svelte blonde receptionist with this on her desk.
Pathetic.... you've already been demoralized. She knew who was in control. Her nickname was "Legs", because she wore the shortest skirts and peep toe high heels, even in winter. Assets? Tools, from her days as a prospector, but never again to make money, because she arranged her marriage in such a way that she owned all the money, our house, nearly everything. Without her, my father is quite lost and purposeless... a very powerful lady, indeed!

Saturday, December 29, 2018

Where all the Ladies?

The destruction of salacious surfing... Woe to you, slaves, if you were spoiled in previous times by websites awash with photos of minxy mistresses. Woe do you, I say, because we've all faced the hard times of SESTA. What is this, you might be asking? This last year, our ironically most hooker friendly prez in years, has signed in measures to crack down on human trafficking. We all can agree that human trafficking is evil, yes. But SESTA, or the Stop Enabling Sex Traffickers Act, might be doing more to create terrifyingly unknown levels of human trafficking, as previously self-employed, independent adult entertainers are thrust back into not choosing their own clientele and sharing their hard earned income in the shady bowels of massage parlors and whore houses. I find this sad.

But what about the internet? What it has done to us, is make it virtually impossible for any good looking woman to get even a totally personal dating profile on any BDSM matchmaking service. I've been looking for someone to come to my place, bring some sushi, push a broom around in a pair of panties, rub my feet, and be a good, general house slave, ever since this damned bill, only to have every single personal ad rejected! What if I'm a good looking domme who thinks the best husband for me would most definitely be an open minded, kinky, hot slaveboy?!?!?

As I browse these sites, now populated disproportionately by men, I wonder how long this situation will continue. And this begs the question of what men do without access to prodommes, anyway?
More to come on this topic...

Friday, February 16, 2018


A Girl's gotta have friends, right?

Someone to paint nails with, talk about boys with, sip a little wine with, watch chick flicks with, hotly shame and humiliate male slaves with, force them into sensual submission and psychodramatic slavery with, demand the most interesting, twisted, and strange forms of service with.... you know, girl stuff like that.

THESE are just a few of My sweetest friends and Conspirators, around perhaps, if you ask quite nicely:

Hypnotic Evilena - With her volumes of experience, Goddess Evilena will have no problems bending your weak will to her own advantage! Role play specialist, science nerd, and mind control expert, and you haven't seen her curves yet.

Lady Lethe - Fetish Icon and rubber model, Lady Lethe believes in complete control. THE source for heavy rubber sessions in Florida, this statuesque goddess enjoys the company of enthusiasts. She also loves good company with an obedient slave at Her feet.

Cherry Fyre - Is learning the art of domination... Possessing a lethal black belt in martial arts and also an experienced energy worker, she's a pixie of perdition!!!

Golden Persephone - A true goddess and lovely person in every imaginable way! Mistress Goldi relies on life experience and years of training in psychology when She tops, for a unique experience.
Mistress Morgan - Tall, busty, and always up for a great time at the dungeon, this lady loves to play, loves to domme, loves to switch, and most especially, make you her bitch!

Scary Mary - Empress of EVOL - need we say more?

Lady Monica - Classy, capricious, and cunning, she already has your name engraved on the lock. My hands down favorite for doubles...unbelievable.

Miss Justine - NYC - Do you dare to endure what she demands of you? Or does that amazing ass say "spank me"????

Tiara Tango - Sensual Sorceress of the dark arts, she never seems to forget her sense of humor. Great for beginners, and she can teach you yoga while she's bending you into odd positions.

Goddess Destiny, the Golden Glamazon - Soft, Sensual, and Sweet, She's not afraid to use that boxing training under the right, or wrong conditions. Pegging artist and enthusiast... hmmm...

Mistress Mona, a.k.a Monalicious - there can only be ONE. This woman has a milking machine, a Sybian, and a baaaaaaaaaaaad attitude. Watch out!

Thursday, February 15, 2018


So with all this knocking around of comments, requests, demands, pleadings, and the deepest desires of the male populace, I believe we simply have no other choice but to relaunch


for those of you as of yet unfortunately unaware of this magnificently depraved CFNM experience, read on. This party is truly special.... a dream of mine, in fact, borne of the many frustrations we've all endured in every other event we've ever attended. It relies on one very fundamental rule of living:
This means, that if you create an experience according to the standard formula, expect mediocre results.
So, after spending so many a night lurking about in supposed femdom events long long ago, analytically probing the moments which just seem to snatch the fun from what should be a raucous and debaucherous good time, it occurred to Me that My TRUE FEMDOM DUNGEON DREAM was to see what might be done to INVERT THE SYSTEM... How could I craft what would be a SLAVEPIT STYLE shindig, where ALL the men are MERE PROPERTY, to be stripped down and trussed up at Our feverish, fem-maniacal whims!?!?!

Tell us more, you say... Well, slaves, some of you already know... I've received many messages about the hoped return of this special party. Though much time has passed since the last one, it was never far from My heart, and it's hard to see anyone who attended one without some raunchy reminiscence. As time trickled by and our old promoter broke off to her own projects, I wondered how I might organize these fine-ass kittens I call friends into something that lived up to My perverted fantasies. So many of My girlfriends and I are true vampyres, lusting for sensual life force, and there is NO better way for us to find this, than at the center of your servile attention. How can we make these pet-men entertain us, amuse us, thrill us, and connect in a world free from the artificial trappings of common society? Deprive them of their clothes, I say. Lock up their things. This means no pants, no wallets, 


In order to attend this event, you will be expected to take part in a phone interview, be expected to secure your ticket in advance, and be expected to demonstrate that you are the kind of guy that a gang of hot, sophisticated, fun, evil, goddessy, and predatory Women would find pleasurable.

Are you Ready?

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

How to UNDERSTAND a Scorpio Woman Part two

Chilling.... a very interesting analysis.