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.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011


Did everybody get what they wanted for Christmas this year?

It so happens that my partner in crime, Lady Monica, and I were lurking about out of down again the day after Xmas. This was for a session originally, but soon descended into a type of debaucherous playtime of which only she and I together are ever capable. 

The real show happened when one of my pets came by. You know him as my pet Piggy.

Now, Pig isn't a small boy by any means. Overindulgence is his middle name. 
At the point were that little knock emanated from our hotel room door, I was standing there, behind Monica and possibly even visible anyone coming down the hall, in my favorite sort of attire: a pair of black lace hotpants, a mesh, off the shoulder little top, and a strapon harness equipped with a nicely sized gunmetal gray dong. He walked in, almost trembling with anticipation and caught a proper glance of the two of us. It was probably a sight to behold.

So, we shall fast forward a bit, past all the small talk, past the unveiling of a big purple jelly dong from some nearby sex shop, past Monica having to take some rope and create a harness for her long and veiny flesh colored dildo.... yes, we'll fast forward to the part where Pig was on his knees, being fed a dildo that slipped easily down his throat. The entire thing was engulfed in seconds. I ground it in there, pushing as far as it would go. Monica's eyes were wide. She saw what you could do to a person...what a human throat could handle if properly motivated. I pulled his head back and spat across his face. It was getting quite hot. 

"And now, dear Pig, it's time for you to suck Monica!"

His mouth gripped her dong like a hungry calf and the sucking resumed. I stood behind him and pushed forward hard, rhythmically pumping his head on it. I'd pull it off and back every so often to stare into his now glassy eyes and spit on his now wet face. There was all kinds of drool and goo over our dongs, keeping them wet and lending a slightly revolting note to what was at hand. Next, Pig was on his back on the bed, with his head hanging off the edge on a soft yellow Marriott blanket, and as we took turns face fucking him with our strap ons. Drilling down deep is my passion. I wanted that thing deep in his throat. I discovered that Monica is so short without her heels, she had only to straddle his head between her soft thighs and do a little squat to fuck his face like some kind of pussy. The entire thing was indescribably hot to watch. 
Then, we switched it up and she had her small, curvy little body on top of him. Her knees were on either sides of his ears, sandwiching his head right there between her tanned legs, and her amazing, round, plump Brazilian ass peeked out towards me from under her bubblegum pink panties. It was perched up there, right on his broad chest, in a position where she could almost ride his face. But no, that's NOT what was going on. Monica was doing something else in the catbird seat.

"LOOK, I have my whole hand in his mouth!"
"Really? hahahaha I'm sure you can get it in there!"
"NO REALLY! Come look!"

This led me from my view of her ass to something quite awesome and unexpected. Apparently, Pig sucks just enough dick, and Monica's hands were just small enough to get that little hand and wrist of her jammed deep down in his throat. It was buried deep, up past her wrist. And he looked like the happiest red-and-purple-faced man in the whole wide world. 

I loved it. He told her she could push harder... and just when I thought he was trying to tap out, in fact, he wanted it deeper. Thrusting and pulsing forward with all that weight in her hot little body, she dilated his throat like some kind of fuck hole, with that sweet little munchkin hand her her, so soft and so well manicured, invading his skull like something out of an alien horror movie. She was slowly getting in there, opening him up, getting deep inside him. 

It was all too much! She and I were at this point laughing like maniacal harpies while sounds of his sucking, rattling, and gasping filled the silence of the room. We looked down at that mouth of his stretched around that petite wrist. We watched his eyes bugged out as they were, and his face change various colors. It crossed my mind for a moment, just a moment, that perhaps we shouldn't kill him. Perhaps we should at least have a plan if he died. An autopsy would reveal all those throat bruises. The room was in her name. But it was so much fun.

"Why don't you give him a little of your cock, Monica!?!"
"Oh, I tink I weeeeel!"

If the first show wasn't swell enough, then she got that cock of hers, maybe 10 inches long, rubbery, and very friendly, right into his mouth. Now THIS gentle reader, was the best part of the show. 

She was up there, with the globes of that ass and those bubble gum panties, right up in his face. She's such a good girl, I often think to myself. Such a good girl that she's had to endure enough cock, both physical and metaphorical, that she channels that bombardment of cock outwards on men. 

He opened his mouth and the show began. All I could see was that ass working on top of his chest...she was digging deep into his face with her dong, hunched over like a lust driven animal. Her hand was on it, forcing it to bend on in there, keeping it in place, while she went at him with deep, jerking, little thrusts. She was adorable, and the sounds of male cock strangulation, the noise of spit, flesh slapping, and bubbling slobber bathed the room. 

She almost screamed it. So much for our neighbors!
Her voice was filled with a rough and powerful was an almost insane moment, as this tiny woman with the big round ass hunched over and dog humped into the throat of this huge wide man with her dong, wildly assaulting his throat and wildly attacking him verbally at the same time. Her tremendous breasts were spilling out of her top, and his face was exploring new shades of the color wheel. Her body jerked and lunged forward while his struggled to buffet the thrusting throat assault. The moment was, to say the least, incredible.

Now, we all know that this is just the beginning of a great little adventure. We all know where a tale of two women with strapon dongs and a male victim will inevitably go. However, I fear that it's time for me to get a little work done, so we'll have to report on the rest later.

I hope all of you got exactly what you wanted for the holidays. I know Pig did :)

Monday, December 12, 2011

BELLA DEMONELLA and LADY MONICA: Strap-on DoubleTrouble

Have you ever noticed how being out of one's hometown does strange things to people? Or, maybe, given the fact this story is about Lady Monica and myself...ahem...heheh... not so strange. 

It was Saturday. We were on a little trip together to catch an event, and figured maybe we could toss in a session if any of normal people were available and up for a little fun. Thus, it seemed perfectly natural to get a hotel room, especially since driving home even just a fifty miles can be grueling after a full day.

So, here we were, way on up in Palm Beach County, our event behind us, feeling good, and having a rather awesome girl's night out. Now, I'll take the tiniest of moments tell you that anytime Monica and I get together, crazy things happen. There's something about her sense of humor, curvy and top heavy little Brazilian body, and lust for adventure that intermingles with everything about me... we're not just a sum of our parts, but rather, we're naughtiness exponentially multiplied. We're the two baddest, wildest, hottest, and most delectably adorable bitches of badness your dreams could creamily concoct. I'm sorry. It's just the truth. When we're together, really good, really bad things happen. *smile*

Anyway, here we were sipping cocktails in a loud dark club, and as always, looking for a little je ne sais qua to spice up the night. Boys kept coming up in waves, usually at first getting a look at one and then both of us and trying their luck. We were surrounded at moments and yes, we were screening them for all kinds of purposes. Some might be future subs. Some might be toys for the moment. This is what we do. It's a bit like any vampire movie and Monica and I were thirsty for action. 
Now, this was a place where gothy and industrial types of people go, and unusual appearances are not so unusual. We couldn't help but notice that, among all the cute and groovy people there, was one rather shy, rather quiet, just slightly uncomfortable woman alone at the bar. She sipped her pink elixir and kept entirely to her self, gloved hands carefully crossed over one another, legs tightly crossed, impeccably and perhaps rather stiffly postured, in a high necked and rather satiny black sheath dress. Her hair, a sandy mix of light brown and honey blonde locks, hung down far enough to brush against the top of her angular shoulders. I found my eyes gravitating her way, and I took it all in just long enough to avert my glace before she really caught me. 


Friday, December 9, 2011

Adult Sinema get's more Features!

Yes, that's right: MORE added to ADULT SINEMA.

SIGH, is my life really

Monday, December 5, 2011

Thought of the Day: ASS ANCHOR: Being a Wallflower

My Grissly Grizzly Navy Destroyer Piggy Pet called today and couldn't help but bring up something he had seen in the most recent episode of American Horror Show, a new series on FX. In it, someone used a locking anal stretcher.

Let's think for a second, just a second about what immediately flashed into Bella's imagination:
A speculum like device. Stainless steel, mechanical.... smooth prongs that open and stay open. Prongs that LOCK open, to keep a slavie breached. I want to breach your ass like the hull of a ship and sink your will to escape. My stretcher would have a ring, onto which I would padlock a chain, securely anchored to the wall. The key, my darling, would be neatly and tantalizingly hung just beyond the grasp of my captive.

I usually have this fantasy with my captive chained to the wall by means of lock around his balls, though this, I fear, is even better :)

I want to anchor the whole thing to a kitchen island. I want to keep you in that kitchen, your ass getting wider so as to take my big rubber cock later, and keep you conveniently close to all your chores of washing dishes and making cocktails for my friends. This would be a fine application for a sissy, who's locking stilettos and corset could be part of the necessary modification. Sissy slaves require modification in order to break them down and deprive them of their original gender identity. I've discovered that once physically modified, they begin to accept their lot in life very readily. Once the anus is loosened and they are never allowed to cum without it stretched and filled, they're less troubled by the cock traffic that uses their holes and helps pay for their upkeep. However, in the process of getting them to the point of abandon, they may attempt to escape... my darling, it's time to accomplish the modification of your body whilst we destroy your will and keep you conveniently at hand for your duties. Bring me the ASS ANCHOR!

[[[NOW, if you should actually bring me the ass anchor, I'll give you either an extended session, or two one and a half hour sessions. If you know anything about tribute and prodommes, you know what a magical bargain this is. ]]]

Monday, November 28, 2011

ZVERYGOODPET: Past Session Memoires

A few months back, I enjoyed an exhilarating session with a long-time admirer, zverygoodpet.

His name is truly appropriate. I found him to be a delightful balance of propriety and passion. There's something indescribably splendid about a sub who gives you so much reaction in all the right ways, who knows how to please a woman with an perfectly executed foot and leg massages, who knows his place, who transmits his own electricity and joy at being exactly where he is. Any domme who adopts him as a personal pet is a lucky woman, indeed!

Why do I write all this? I couldn't help myself. He wrote me such an thoughtful endorsement of me that I felt inclined to share my feelings on our little adventure.
zverygoodpet's feelings on yours truly:

I met Mistress Bella at Lady Regina's Command Performance, which is The Only Dungeon location in you would ever need to visit in Florida. It is an incredibly well outfitted Dungeon space that immediately makes Your knees weak in eager anticipation. While first arriving I had the incredible fortune of meeting Lady Lotus, and from our brief conversation knew She was a Dominant who knows what She is doing and truly enjoys what She does as well.

After being put on ice, so that I didn't pass out from my overwhelmed senses Mistress Bella began the penetration of my mind and soul with her entrance. Mistress Bella's pictures do not do Her justice. i have been around many very stunning Women in my lifetime, but there are few that can actually take Your breath away and make you realize you just had a highly audible swallow. Mistress Bella smiled an evil little smile, so i am sure She heard it as well.

i would not do Mistress Bella justice if i started to break Her beauty down into all of its parts, but if you enjoy smooth velvet like flawless skin, Feminine musuclarity in a Woman's legs, perfect feet, the most exquisite ass then that Woman would pale by comparasion to Mistress Bella. When Mistress Bella stares into your eyes it is so penetrating, as if She is staring into your soul. As if She is learning about you from the inside out. You soon want to expose your deepest desires and your darkest dreams to Her. Her voice is hypnotic in its rhythm and you soon realize that while Her intelligence comes through in everything She says, you have become a babbling idiot struggling to string together coherent sentences.

To be granted the honor and priviledge to be allowed to kiss Her shoes and eventually kiss and worship Her feet was just the beginning of my journey into a world of bliss. i lost track of time as i was devoured by Her beauty. Your limits will be stretched in Your efforts to try to please Mistress Bella's desire of how you can best serve Her. How i was allowed to serve and what Mistress Bella blessed my day with are memories that are forever part of the most thrilling experiences of my life. And when my thoughts drift back to Mistress Bella, as they often do, the memories are renewed and as fresh the moment i experienced them. If you have tried, but not ever acheived the submissive desire of your dreams, Mistress Bella is the addiction you need to feed them! Be warned: if you cannot handle reliving your wildest desires over and over again, Mistress Bella is the one that will make that condition your reality!

Humbly submitted,

Friday, November 25, 2011

Adult Sinema: Triple Feature (ADDED MOOOOOOOOORE)

My post Thanksgiving fun ended in a few sips of good ole fashioned moonshine! I say ended because I don't remember much past that...luckily it didn't make me blind!
The great thing about a holiday is all those friends that you rarely hear from normally, due everybody being so hectically busy, suddenly drop you a line. One of my slaves called to wish me a happy Thanksgiving, and to ruminate on something we did just last week:

Right around four o'clock in the afternoon, while I plucking groceries off the shelves at the supermarket, my special slavephone rang....

"Well hello there!"
"Hey, ummmm Mistress, hi, so, i was just wondering how you were and...."
"HMMMMM....yessss? Just wondering?"
"Well, actually, i just got offa work and was wondering if you wanted to meet me over at the theater..i was gonna meet someone and i just thought if you were there, it'd be really hot... please...."

I love calls like this. I love the way he put things... carefully crafted bait.
We all know what my verdict would be to such a request, or at least, those who know what I DO at the theater know the answer. I raced out of that supermarket like the omnipotent demon of debauchery I am, tossed my groceries in the kitchen, and stuffed the back pocket of the tight jeans I had on with black rubber gloves. Each time I go, I get more bold with the demands I fling towards the veritable slavepit of men there, and I just knew, with this particular slave, that things stood an excellent chance of getting messy.

I walked into the lobby of theater. A heavy set man with a flat top, stared at me from behind the counter.

"I'm here for somebody...."
"OH, he's in there waiting for you!"

I pushed against the formica swinging eyes needed a moment to adjust to the darkness of the theater within. In that dark dimness, like the infernal night that rests upon the air in the first level of the devil's den, I could only see flickering outlines. Heavy grunts and moans of real male voices, filtering through the dramatic squeals of some film actress desperately pursuing her Oscar, filled my ears with a confused but undeniably hot mental landscape of faceless, nameless hedonism. I wanted to grope though the dark room, but thought it better to adjust a moment or two, and take in  those sounds.

A gorilla like figure moved toward was the person with whom I had this slave-date. He's a huge man, broad chested, strapping, tall. Across his chest he has a sprinkling of frosty chest hair that lightly veils a tattoo of a navy destroyer. And, he sure as heck loves this theater.

Lightly coated in sweat and panting, a broad grin crept across his structured face when I into view.
"Come on back, I want to show you my friend!...I tried waiting, but it was just too tough..."

His idea of "showing me his friend" didn't include an introduction. He went straight towards the end of a movie row, to a figure sitting on the ground with the back of his head leaned up against the armrest of the seat, and promptly shoved the whole length of his dick down this person's throat. The facefucking resumed. I went behind a row, near the wall, where I could participate without being easily touched by anybody...
Now, everytime I go into one of these places, it's with a slave. And, every time I go in, there's a din that passes over the crowd as they are momentarily overcome by the idea that I might just be a hot woman who has come in there to fuck them all. It's funny. Sometimes they're so frenzied, they almost surround me, cocks in hand, hoping and praying I might just reach out and start grabbing them by their eagerly available meat. No such luck. Not my thing. I go there, almost always, to force slaves to suck cock.

This time, however, was different. I was just there to watch as my pet, like some kind of frisbee catching hound, showed off his stuff to me. He wanted me to see him mouth rape this guy like I violently plow his face with my strap on.

Behind him stood a line of men of all different types. Some older, wearing neatly pressed white work attire. Others, small nutcolored latin men with short dark, groomed hair. A few young white guys were wandering around, like they may have become lost on the way to a college course. There were a handful of older men present, who, to the blissful ignorance of their wives, were out running errands of filth.
I looked these men over... they stood there, with their tongues almost out of their mouths, and nearly frenzied as I extricated those black gloves from my back pocket and stretched them down over my hands.

What was going to happen? Everybody was watching everybody... well, everybody was watching except for this guy on the floor, who sat in a loose heap with his head pinned back against that chair. In the flickering light, as we all eyed one another, we attempted to not seem in any way phased by the sounds filling the air around us. It was a deep heavy grunting and rasping....almost like suffocation of a hog or some kind of big heavy thing. My slave was thrusting forward, forcing him to take the whole length of his meat again and again, deeply, for long, unremitting thrusts.

I'll never forget the sounds associated with that man's throat being stretched, and his efforts to breathe around the cock that filled every part of his air tube. The noise was almost inhuman, and ever more poignantly surreal as it sliced roughly through the murkiness that blocked us all of us from a clear view of anything in that dark cavern. It was the sound of a struggle, like from some horror movie... but the struggle wasn't between the men. No. It was between that man on the floor and himself. It was a self-inflicted struggle between his will to breathe and his will to be a totally used, dick-mouthed, cock-breathed, cum dumpsterish whore. We all knew it. That's what people came there for. That's why I love that place.

There was the heavy breathing of onlookers, the soft muffled noise made from numerous hands feverishly stroking cocks, and rows of seats squeaking and rattling like a carnival ride as the back of that man's body and head were rhythmically shoved against them. There was that girl on the screen cooing and squealing as some giant porn cock invaded her rosy little anus. This was our symphonic background.

I, to the astonishment of everyone, reached forward and groped for the back of that guy's head in the dimness. I could feel through my gloves that it was drenched...his almost entirely shaved head was hot and wet. He kept choking and rasping on cock. I looked up and met the eyes of my slave. We both smiled. It was an indescribably joyous moment for us, and I believe I actually started laughing a little. This was such a great moment. Such an incredibly great fucking moment. And, in this bliss, I changed my footing and started shoving on in. Shoving forward with my hands on the back of that cock-fed hog's cranium. I gripped his head with my rubberized fingers and shoved forward in the same rhythm. I was making him face fuck back.

And, there was that line.

"HEY, don't you think you're being a little SELFISH?" I shouted.
"SERIOUSLY, maybe one of these other guys wants to take a turn! Why do YOU get to have all that fun? Look, they're all waiting.... NEXT!"

The fact that I said anything made the whole theater almost groan in unison. My slave unmounted his lucky victim and gave a low and lust-filled chuckle. He agreed I was right, and besides, he loves watching me do this sort of thing. He loves it when I direct everyone in there like a 1920's filmmaker.

"Alright, very good. Now, YOU, yes, YOU, you're next. Fuck that man's face. You know what to do!"

An older man with a dress shirt so white and so starched that it almost cast a glow onto his face smile at me. Damn, I thought to myself. He must have just snuck out of his office. Probably told everybody he had to get out a little early for some kind of personal errand. This was a mighty personal errand, all right.

His cock wasn't bad looking for belonging to someone his age. Long and fleshy, with enough flop to it that it could work its way down that guys throat like plumbing snake. It wouldn't stop at the back of his skull, but rather snake on down in there to fuck him almost half way down his neck.

"This time, I'm gonna cum!..." He kept thrusting for maybe 30 long strokes in and out of that guy's lips.
He began to shake all over, trembling like a snowy cliff on the verge of avalanche, and then let out a long, windy, weighty groan. His hand's gripped the back of our friend's head over my own and he announced he was cumming with a series of indecipherable grunts and hisses. All was still for a moment, and then, he slowly pulled the length of that long, wet, floppy dong from the tired mouth around it.

Similarly, EVERY one in that line......maybe five more guys, took a ride in that mouth. There were all kinds of cocks, from short and fat, to long and thin, to big and strong. Some came over his face, though most down his throat, to fill his belly to the top with with dick juice.

My slave came back around.
"and NOW, i'm going to FINISH THIS!"

"Yes, ABSOLUTELY.. I bet his mouth is numb...let's leave him totally shot out!" I responded.

He mounted right back on up to his spot, placing one foot on either side of our floored friend's legs, which were almost limply folded into some kind of arrangement. His arms hung down at his sides....


Thursday, November 24, 2011

Honk if You Want to be Stuffed Like a Turkey.

So, in the middle of the night, I found myself in a hotel room on the beach for something that was not unlike a quick turkey stuffing. My victim? An adorable 20 year old college kid.
What's not to love? Perhaps that the entire family, with which he was having a relaxing Thanksgiving holiday, was just a door away. Yes, this would be several generations of family. Yes, as I watched him stretch his lips around my foot in an effort to take it entirely into his mouth, complete with drool scandalously dripping down my heel in long wet strings, I could only imagine having to explain something hastily to mommykins. 

"Um why no.....this isn't what you think! It just so happens your son is a budding pervert who has, just here and now, begun a long and twisted road to deviant encounters with busty, stiletto-clad, gothy dominatrixes."

"Oh OKAY dear, in THAT case, I'll just be getting back to bed now."

"All right, goodnight then!"
(kid's mouth muffled around foot) "G'nite Mom!"

So, with that, I shall join my family at the very lovely Chinese buffet for a very lovely DimSum Thanksgiving. No, we're not Asian. My mother is from New Jersey and we collect ceramic cherubs and broken cars. I'm in a great mood and awaiting an opportunity to get my shrimp on.
I have more stories some involving further turkey stuffing, and others about friends who deem hourly satisfaction of guests requisite to gentlemanly hospitality, but to divulge them all here, now, might be breaking the rules of polite comportment. 

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

A TRUE STORY: Monday Night in the Life of Bella: Golden Nectar

So, on Monday night, I enjoyed the company of a certain someone with whom I always find myself in particularly debaucherous, magical encounters. He's in his late 20's, he shaves his head, has some tattoos, and is some kind of doctor. He thinks he's a real punker, despite his suburban and yuppied inclinations...toss in a dash of elitism, and you've got him. Why does any of this matter? Who really even cares?


So, somewhere along in our evening, filled with big laughs and good times, the subject of sucking cock came up. This little fucker LOVES sucking long veiny wet meaty dick. We had a hot encounter a while ago, in which I kicked him on the floor and made him suck a guy's dick till his will was thoroughly destroyed. And, when we get together, it comes back up. He needs meat down his throat.

Needless to say, we missed our meat connection and were both at the end of or rope (Yes, I'll keep you updated!). Now, dear readers, he has another inclination.... when he can't suck cock, he loves drinking piss. Due to the woeful state of cocklessness, we decided to go play together... we had to. And after the purchase of a 1.5 Liter bottle of Evian, and a SoBe LifeWater 0 (Black Cherry Dragon Fruit flavor), we found ourselves careening down the road in a surrealistic shared high.
Side by side in his black Accord. A punkish doctor and a professor dominatrix, quiet, in a silent tunnel of focus, excitement, zen, anticipation, calm, intensity.... like we were both going to blow our selves up or rob a bank.... he mentioned his subbie high, and I mentioned my dom high. We were out of our minds.

We headed straight to the Boca doctor's office in which he worked...right to the a room filled with mundane office equipment, typically filled by nurses and technicians.

There's much more to the encounter, though I'll zing you right to the grande finale.
There this boy was, his big fat dick all whipped and bruised...on his back in the middle of a cold, tile floor, surrounded by rolling chairs and computer desks. I walked to a counter and stripped down my clingy black panties. There was that Evian Bottle... the contents inside me and ready to come out ...ready to go INTO him. We both ached to have my hot wet urine wash over his teeth and tongue, down his throat inside him. We joked about whether he'd be able to take it all or possibly vomit at some point. We laughed. With a quickness, the bottom of that empty bottle was sliced off. Crouched over him, in a tight zipped down shirt, my big pale breasts almost toppling right out, I looked down at his lightly bearded face. Beards on young professional guys are so fucking pretentious. "OPEN YOUR MOUTH." His plump lips opened. I jammed my thumb in there and pried further... jammed that threaded neck of the water bottle right in there between his jaws. "HOLD IT." The lower half of his face expressed delight....he'd give anything to have his lips around something hard and unremitting... but the upper half, his eyes, expressed an element of terror.
The boy new me. We'd done some things. He knew that when it came time to actually commit the acts he claimed he wanted, there was NO GOING BACK. That I would, as I did in a vacant house once, kick him down on the ground or suddenly shock the hell out of him with a hard blow to the face if he didn't get me off. And, I don't get off in the usual way. I get off degrading him.

So, the bottle in place, I hovered over him. I just shaved my lips and everything else, so I had to be certain to have good aim with my urine. There's something about overpreparing for pee drinking... by the time I go, I feel such an urge that I have to use my victim as a toilet. It can be difficult at times, since I frequently, unlike most of the prodommes I know, get really fucking aroused (I'm getting hot right now just writing this!) in my sessions.
So, hovered above him in heels and a tight shirt, I aimed my clit in the general direction of that opening. I held on to a counter to steady myself, and started stroking my lips. I slapped his face. I ran my fingers over my soft white thigh. The moment lasted a while to me. It was too good to relinquish. Then, the storm clouds broke, and a gush of pale golden liquor came out in a heavy, unbroken torrent. The bottle started filling with my hot piss, and this boy guzzled like some desperate freshman in a fraternity initiation drinking contest. I wanted him to not even swallow, I told him. I wanted him to train his throat to stay open, so my piss would just pour directly and deeply inside him as though poured down and extension of that funnel.

Then, as the last drops came out of me, and my hot wet pussy still hovered over... as I stared down at him and he began to lose his battle to drink the liter still left in that face-piss-funnel. Yes, something cracked. Maybe he was so high he started smiling, just a touch, and the result was a tsunami, a tidal wave, a wall of piss that somehow gushed everywhere, all at once washing over his face and half his body...he went from drinking to being hit with an instant liter of it. He lay there in a wading pool on the tile floor, thoroughly drenched, nude, like some kind of beached sea animal.

"SO, you can't even drink piss right!"
"i'm sorry...i.....i....i..uhhhhhh......i....."
"NO fucking excuses... turn over...NOW!!!!!!"

He tried getting onto his hands and knees for me, sliding around a little on the slippery ceramic floor tiles, in his urine sloshed slip and slide office. Now shakily on all fours, my hand darted toward the back of his neck, and shoved him immediately back down... he slipped down with the entire front half of his body in the pool of piss.

"Now THERE you fucking go, like a bad DOG! See the fucking mess YOU made?!?!?!?"
I mashed the front and side of his face into the tidal pool of piss...mashed it like the high, angry, piss obsessed bitch I was at that moment, eager to drown him in that fabled 1" of fluid. Mashed him sloppily and cruelly. I was getting off.
"Now you DRINK that piss of the ground!.... Jerk your loser dick!"

He frantically reached for his dick while sputtering in piss, and touched of for a good two or three strokes. He came instantaneously, and had special chaser for my piss.

Another Monday night in the life of Bella!

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Another Fantasy Encounter with Miss Bella

A Veeeeerrrrrrrrrrry Naughty Story Follows...If you like it, contact me directly on either or email to I'll give you my number and we'll talk :)

From the lovely april, written 11/18/11
It is with great honor to provide these testimonial to Mistress Bella................

Sometimes the most memorable events in life just happen by chance.  Serving Mistress Bella is one of them.  I have to say it was by a stroke of great timing that I had the rare honor and greatest pleasure being in the good graces of Mistress Bella at Command Performance in Fort Lauderdale recently. 
I travel considerably because of my job.  So it has provided me a chance to meet many women who enjoy the company of a panty boy.  I knelt before some great mistresses, but my encounters with them pails to my recent experience I had with this wonderful Lady from south Florida. 
It resulted because of an unplanned business trip to Fort Lauderdale that had all the makings of being very hectic and stressful and my ongoing search to fulfill my fetish.  As usual, half of my suit is used for normal life attire, to make room for my feminine stuff. 
After several web searches I planned my evenings, fetish shopping, a TV show, and a visit to Command Performance.  I talked to the head mistress there and in our conversation my love for love feminization, tight bondage, sensory deprivation, nipple play, and CBT.  I had seen on their web site a heavy steel hood and mittens that were of interest.  I also indicated plans to arrive dressed for the occasion.  I was told that Bella was available.  No that was a strike of luck.  I had read of her liking for panty boys and on occasion she hosted Panty Boy Parties…. Now that sounded like such fun.
After arriving, was offered a seat to await her entrance.  I had seen pictures of her, the most intriguing Lady Bella with her trademark patch of blue hair.  But the pictures did not sufficiently convey this stunning South Florida Mistress that projects all the confidence in the world as she inters a room.  I could think of nothing but, drop to my knees and kiss her lovely feet as she stood over me.  She seemed somewhat surprised by my reaction as she commented that she was only in her street cloths.  I can guarantee you that Mistress Bella would make any outfit look great – even street cloths.
Bella complemented me on my outfit, a black dress with short hem and some ruffles on the sleeves.  I did feel good in it, even received a few hellos and long glances from some guys back at my hotel.  The years have not been kind to this old cd and I need all the help I can get.  So, maybe the low cut dress, its shortness, fishnets, and 6” pumps helped distract them and make me look a little passable. 
She also commented on the good job I had done with my make-up, thought some eye liner would help bring out my eyes.  After some fresh lipstick, it was time for a photo shoot.  Then on she ordered me up on an unusual bondage chair. So off came the dress and eagerly up on the chair I went.   It is designed so that there is not much to sit on, exposing my bottom.  My legs dangle over the side which keep me uncomfortably spread wide.  There was no way out after securing my wrists in some cuffs over my head.  At some point I mentioned that there were very few hard limits and that is all it took for Mistress Bella test those limits.  First she proceeded to take advantage of my exposed part body parts.  Suction cups on my nipples which helped distract me from the crop she used on my inner thighs and other items that were vulnerable. 
As time moved swiftly Mistress Bella honored my request of experiencing the steel hood.  It is considerably heavy so it was attached to a winch to balance the weight of this inescapable sphere.  The rest of the evening for me was in delightful darkness and my senses became more aware of every sound, touch, poke, and prodding that took place.  She did not seem surprised to find the string to my tampon, but soon used to telegraph deep inside me the buzz of a vibrator placed at the exposed end.  Soon I could hear the distinct movement of a heavy table which was slid in front of me, the feel of a hand on my leg as it was spread and tied to the table legs, the sound of the winch lowering my steel prison that was over my head until feeling to cold steel table top and completely bent over - exposed. Some lubricant and what felt like a plug.  Laying there I could only accept what was coming.  Soon the plug was removed and replace with something that felt larger, longer.  I could feel my Mistress’s pelvis up against my ass.  I was being fucked as the slut.  She was not rough, but was relentless.  She would pause slightly for a moment and then on again as before.  I had begged to be Mistress Bella’s slut and she has granted me that request.  I hope deeply that each time she paused was a sign that she had encountered as much pleasure as I had.
Soon it was time for me thank her properly for her valuable time.  Removed was the steel hood and mittens and off with my bounds. Mistress sat down and I was given the chance to thank her for all her attention by kneeling once again and smothering her slender soft feet with kisses.  
It was late by the time I was finally got back in my hotel room.  I truly consider myself very fortunate to have had this brief encounter with Mistress Bella.  The rings around my nipples from the suction cups and the red marks and bruises from the crop would eventually fade, but the memory of kneeling before this imaginative beauty, her wittiness, that light up the room smile, captivating eyes, and signature tuft of blue hair will be everlasting.  
Thank You Mistress Bella,
I hope that my travels take me to your again soon.
Humbly Yours,
New Orleans, LA.

Monday, November 7, 2011

SISSY ADVENTURE! Direct from the sweet sissy, herself!

Mistress Bella,

Here is the reference I promised. Thank you again for everything. I hope you enjoy. It's a little long, but please feel free to shorten/edit as you wish. Please accept it as another tribute to you. You really did make my dreams come true. Your sissy, jane I am in complete awe and admiration of Mistress Bella after my “sissy slut adventure” session with her two nights ago. And as I sit here writing this review at my computer, kneeling, completely nude, body still smooth after being completely shaven for our session and nails painted a feminine red, I cannot thank Mistress Bella enough for one of the most wonderful nights of my life. By day, I am a 26 year old grad student who lives a very vanilla life. I am a complete novice to BDSM. While I’ve been dressing since I was 12, it has only been in the privacy of my own home. Never before would have I ever dreamed of visiting a professional dominatrix. I was too scared, way too shy and never really thought I wanted to be outside, dressed en femme. However, every moment which I spend thinking back on my session with Mistress Bella, I am so thrilled that I reached the decision to contact her. Through her mastery, she was able to show me how much I desired to be her sissy girl and taken out and paraded around by her for all to see. I contacted Mistress Bella online, knowing that I would be in the Fort Lauderdale area for a few days and after learning that she was an expert in feminization/sissification/gender play (which she definitely IS!). After my initial introductory email, she wrote back an incredibly detailed, genuine, and personal message that instantly made me feel very comfortable with her, while at the same time luring me closer to her web. This theme is a constant while serving Mistress Bella. She will make you feel comfortable and support you, while at the same time use your fears and deepest desires to mold you to her desire (and what you secretly desire as well). After a few messages, she graciously allowed me to contact her by phone and she spent a great deal of time just chatting with me, hearing of my fetishes and desires, and learning about me both as a submissive, a sissy and a person in general. Generally, I have difficulty trusting people, especially with such intimate and personal details of my life. However, when chatting with Mistress Bella, it felt like I was interacting with someone I knew my entire life. For any novices (or even experts) of BDSM out there, if you are looking for THE great experience that you have always dreamed of, I urge you to contact Mistress Bella for a session. Over the few days before my session, Mistress Bella allowed me to remain in constant contact with her to finalize the details of our session and provide added encouragement that “everything would be alright…” and that we would have “an interesting night and sissy adventure” changing her tone at the end of the sentence from completely supportive, to slightly sadistic and teasing. With every word she said, I only got more excited. The night of our session, Mistress asked me to shave my entire body and show up to the Dungeon with all of my clothes. I did so without hesitation. I’d never been to a Domme before, but there I was shaving away my masculinity. I was so excited to have the opportunity to serve her, I probably would have done almost anything to finally live my sissy fantasy. When I arrived at the Dungeon, I touched base with Mistress who was only a few minutes away. My heart was racing just by the sound of her voice, even though she was talking about Vanilla things. When Mistress Bella arrived and parked her car, I knew there was no turning back ( but there was no way I wanted to at this point anyway!). The door to her polished sports car opened and a black patent peep toe heel poked out first. As she closed the door to her car, I realized Mistress Bella was even more beautiful in person than her pictures (if that were even possible). She is in incredible shape and was wearing tight black spandex tights and a low cut tank top exposing her heavenly cleavage to complement her elegant and dazzling looks. I was hooked at first glance. “My you are a little petite thing, we will have some fun feminizing you,” she said to me when I approached, instantly putting me into sub space. But soon after, again, she wanted to reassure me that tonight was going to be fun, safe and everything I ever imagined (she was, of course, completely correct). When we entered the dungeon, there was a small private party of Dommes and subs enjoying the facilities. Mistress Bella casually introduced me to everyone (having warned me of this ahead of time and making sure I was ok with it), before we went into a private side room to begin our session. This is where Mistress Bella really confirmed my initial suspicion that not only was she incredibly beautiful, but she was also extraordinarily intelligent. She started by breaking down my masculinity, explaining why I had no right to be wearing the polo shirt that I had arrived in and making me admit that I was a sissy. She is so skillful in the psychological aspect of BDSM. She was able to take what she knew about me and get deeper into my mind to make me do whatever she wanted, but also convince/show me that I wanted it as well. This is the mark of a highly skilled Domme in my opinion. Many can dress the part, but Mistress Bella is dominant perfection! Within minutes, Mistress Bella had me stripped down to my bare, smooth and naked body. She commented as to how painting my toes for her, was a nice added touch, as I hadn’t been specifically instructed to do so. I felt humiliated, but at the same time somewhat proud knowing that I had pleased her. There I stood, completely exposed to my Mistress. For a few moments, she just had me stand there in silence. After a minute or so, she approached me and talked about how girlie I looked and asking what kind of man would ever do this to himself? Eventually, she got me to admit through perfect logic and eloquent diction that I wasn’t a man, but a sissy. She delicately grazed my nipples with her hands, before gently caressing the tip of my sissy clitty with her finger for but an instant, then rewarding me with a pleased, “Good girl, now we can begin!” With that confession now out in the open, Mistress Bella allowed me to dress. We opened my bag of clothing and she sorted through everything, commenting on how cute some of things were and what outfits she liked best. I was so thrilled to see someone appreciate my feminine style (as it obviously rarely happens being usually confined to my apartment when dressed). Yet, the humiliation aspect remained constant which only put me deeper in subspace. She, of course, also included some of the history of how panties came to be, to provide a basic education in femininity to my sissy side. First, Mistress Bella had me put on a pink, see-through nightie with matching, overly frilly pink sissy panties and a pair of 5 inch, black patent, Mary Jane high heels. I didn’t have any makeup or wig on at this point, but Mistress Bella walked over to the door to our private room opened it and proclaimed “Follow me outside, I’m going to show you off to everyone here.” I had never been dressed in front of anyone besides her (and a few girlfriends) up to this point. But now, with only a metaphorical leash and her beautiful manipulation, I found myself walking out the door. With my first footstep outside, I was met with catcalls from the Dommes, and complements from the male subs regarding my “sexy feminine legs, that most women would die for!” I was commended for how well I walked in my heels (and I had only ever walked a few steps in my apartment) and my feminine grace. It was like sissy overload!!!!!!!!! AND I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT! Again, years and year of fantasizing and online searching and my dream was finally coming true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Next, Mistress Bella had me change into a sissy bo-peep outfit complete with frilly corset, flowing sissy skirt, pink garter belt, white stockings topped with bows and my Mary Jane heels. I had also just purchased a Dorothy wig for Halloween that had pig tail braids with bows at the end. Again, once dressed Mistress Bella led me outside and ordered me to show off. However, before doing so, she “slutified” my outfit, by shortening my skirt and styling it in a creative way to expose my sissy panties and clitty. I was to be her “sissy doll.” Again, once outside, the Mistresses laughed at me and said that I most certainly was a sissy because “no woman would ever dress like that!!!!!!!!” Just when I thought the humiliation couldn’t get any worse, Mistress Bella said that dollies are made to be shown off. Instantly, two male slaves brought out a pink sissy dolly box that Mistress Bella said I would be posing on for all involved. She had me climb up onto the box in my heels and then proclaimed “Dollies don’t move, they just stand still and pose!” I immediately obeyed and Mistress Bella positioned me in a pose of her liking, with one hand on my hip and the other out delicately at my side. She commented, “You are a dolly, not a mannequin, just because your hands are still, doesn’t mean they can’t be flowing and feminine.” I tried to obey as best I could, while being mocked by the other Mistresses. I was also instructed to smile as big as I could, because “Dollies are always happy!” It is this incredible attention to detail that shows just how much of an expert Mistress Bella is in dealing with sissies. She always goes the extra distance and it shows! So there I was on display as a sissy dolly in a Bo Peep outfit in front of a room full of Mistresses on a big pink box. Couldn’t get anymore humiliating right?.................Wrong. Just when I thought Mistress would let me get down, she brought out a small vibrator and asked me “what is this?” When it was revealed that it was a vibrator, Mistress Bella again had me confess that no man would ever use a vibrator, they are only made for women. Using similar logic, she again got me to confess that since I obviously wasn’t a woman, I had to be a sissy. Again, Mistress Bella’s expertise in gender play is so incredibly top notch and I was complete putty in her hand at this point. “Now Dolly, lets see how well you can stay still.” With that challenge, Mistress Bella delicately pressed the vibrator to the front of my panties at the tip of my clitty. I let out a little moan, which the Mistresses in attendance commented was not very becoming of a dolly, as it shouldn’t be able to speak. “Maybe she is one of those robotic talking dollies” another of the Mistresses teased and with that I only moaned more, but knew that I dare not move. This constant teasing continued anytime I strayed from “Dolly mode,” whether I lost my smile for a second or looked at a Mistress making a humiliating comment of me. And yet, I held my position, knowing that it was pleasing Mistress Bella. In time, she allowed me to get off of the box and head back to the private room. She told me to take off the costume and had me stay in the wig, panties, stockings, garters and heels. Since my sissy titties were exposed, she allowed me to cover up and wear a frilly black and pink bra. And with that, it was time to prove what a slut I was. Mistress Bella had me kneel on the floor, while she went over to her bag and pulled out a massive black strap on that was at least 8 inches long complemented by its harness. As if that wasn’t enough of a tool to use on me, she pulled out a Hitachi wand vibrator. “Go sit on that bondage bench over there.” she ordered. And with that, my legs were being spread and bound to the corners of the bench. Like a complete slut, my clitty was completely exposed with legs spread wide and I was commanded to put my hands behind my back. Mistress teased me with the Hitachi which drove me wild. All the while I couldn’t stop thinking about what she was going to have me do with her cock. I had never done ANYTHING like this before, so I was curious, scared and excited as to what I was going to have to do next. Within moments, I was untied and ordered to go to the other side of the bench as it faced the mirror. “I want you to watch yourself being a sissy girl for me,” Mistress Bella seductively whispered into my ear. Sure enough, my legs were spread wide and I was using the Hitachi on myself as Mistress Bella coached me in my girlie moans and sissy sounds. With this incredible pleasure and living out my fantasy, Mistress Bella then got me to admit something that I didn’t even think I wanted to do, but I immediately confessed that I wanted to suck her cock! I was told to drop to me knees. I was allowed to continue using the vibrator on clitty, but my mouth was soon opened wide as Mistress shoved her cock into my throat. Originally, she started out very gently, commenting that it was my first cock and I should show her how much I enjoyed it. It was amazing how ingrained within me cock sucking was to me. Within seconds she began getting much rougher and started deriving a sadistic/sexual pleasure of her own by exerting such power over me. She deep-throated me to the point of gagging, sometimes holding her cock in deep until I was almost choking and had to force myself to struggle to break free. I could not believe how turned on I was by this! I felt humiliated and embarrassed but in such a comfortable and pleasurable mindset at the same time. It was pure bliss! “Do you think this is going to make you cum sissy?” she asked with an aggressive curiosity. “I don’t know Mistress.” I responded, just so blown away by everything. “Well, you don’t have permission to anyway!” she taunted as she gently laughed until announcing, “Alright sissy, enough of this. Time to take you out on the town! Let’s get you dressed!” With that, Mistress Bella had me dress in what another Mistress in attendance labeled as “street legal clothing,” which included a black push up bra, a short black cotton dress with red flowers that had a sash that tied in the back, black fishnet stockings, a pink garter belt and a pair of black thong panties that had better coverage over my “clitty,” along with the black Mary Jane heels. We also added a pair of extra long black satin gloves for that added formal touch. Mistress Bella had me kneel in front of her again as she delicately applied my eye makeup and lipstick, all the while helping to build my confidence up by saying how girlie I was starting to look and how much fun we were going to have. Again, her ability to blend sadism and support together in such an effortless and seamless way is such an incredible and appreciated skill. When we were finished, it was time take “sissy jane” as Mistress Bella would come to call me out for the first time. I still vividly recall my first journey outside with Mistress Bella leading me each step of the way. Oh, the feel the wind on my stockings, delicately blowing the skirt of my dress. It was so liberating!!!!!! A 14 year closeted sissy and I was finally outside! I almost wanted to cry from the happiness and achievement I felt, but I knew that this was only the beginning. We then got into Mistress Bella’s sports car and headed to the bars. Throughout our drive over Mistress and I discussed vanilla topics that would often be interrupted by Mistress making comments like “I wonder what people will think of the two lesbians driving around in this hot little car!” and delicately rubbing my glove or shoulder to provide both support and motivation. When we arrived at the first bar, I started getting a little nervous as we were parking the car. “Are you sure I am going to be alright Mistress?,” I asked with some trepidation? “You are going to be absolutely fine,” she answered with a tone that was both supportive but also matter of fact. It was almost as if she was ordering me to have a good time . And with that I took my first steps into a public bar as jane. Immediately, I got looks from the bouncer, while I did look sexy, it was obvious that I was not a woman, a sexy tranny perhaps, but having been an athlete my whole life, some things were a little hard to hide. Nonetheless both he and the bartender said “Good evening ladies,” which made me feel so comfortable and was so wonderful to hear mere moments after my arrival. We sat at the bar and were joined by two of the other Dommes that had been with us at the dungeon, the only difference was they were now in “street legal” clothes, as the latex and rubber had remained at the dungeon. And there we were, four “women” sitting at the bar, enjoying a drink and chatting about very Vanilla topics. At one point, Mistress said, “jane I need to go the ladies room…… and you will be joining me!” So yes, within minutes I was in a stall in the ladies room, sitting like a good girl to pee in a public restroom with my Mistress a few feet away in the next stall. We fixed our makeup and washed up before I was ordered out to refill the parking meters for all of the Mistress’ cars. Mistress Bella was kind enough to accompany me on this task, so that I wouldn’t feel too overwhelmed, which I was very grateful for. Sure enough, within steps of being outside of the bar, Mistress Bella and I were being hit on by two drunk men, one of whom we would learn was a porn star and on Fetlife (small world, giggles). He thought I looked very attractive and I blushed at his comment. Soon, we were walking towards the cars and Mistress Bella told me “Now sissy, don’t walk on the cobblestones, I don’t want my girl to fall, just follow me along the side of here.” Mistress was so protective of me and gave me so much confidence to be myself. She is not only an incredible Domme, but also an incredible person. As I refilled the meters, I realized that the Mistress’ cars were parked right in front of a restaurant with a big glass window, where all of the diners could watch my every move. Sure enough, many of them were! I cannot tell you how humiliated I was, but again, it was very liberating to say the least. I felt kinda protected by the glass and knew that Mistress Bella was there by my side. With each passing minute, I started developing more confidence in being the sissy that I was and felt such a great deal of comfort. After the meters were topped off, we headed into the Gay Bar next store. Immediately, we were introduced to two men who we learned were drag queens. They thought I looked so cute in my dress and asked me what my girl name was. I was so speechless, that Mistress Bella jumped in and said “her name is jane.” I blushed, with my cheeks completely red. With time and through our conversation, they learned that I was Mistress Bella’s sissy slave and would do whatever she asked of me. So when she said “raise your dress and stand still sissy!,” I did. Shortly thereafter one of the drag queens gave one delicate stroke to my sissy clitty with his index finger, before commenting, “Such a pure, clean, virgin sissy,” as he licked his finger and gave me a loving looked.” I felt so embarrassed, but this was only the beginning. Moments later, Mistress Bella whispered in my ear, “Go bend over that pool table in the corner sissy.” And there I was, bent over the table, with the skirt of my dress riding up to expose my panties. Mistress Bella folded my skirt up to expose my entire sissy ass. She then pressed her pelvis up against my ass like I was her slut, being fucked over her pool table and added to both my embarrassment and pleasure by reaching around me to fondle my sissy titties. In the past, I would have said that public humiliation was a limit of mine, but with Mistress Bella, I desperately wanted to go there and felt so comfortable doing so. Again, she made me realize that I enjoyed something I never would have imagined (mostly because I felt that the environment was controlled and safe). With my cheeks blushing red, the Dommes and I bid the drag queens farewell and headed to the diner to grab a bite to eat. A new setting dressed as a sissy again offered new challenges. This wasn’t a bar, it was your regular, run of the mill diner, open 24 hours with tons of vanilla people in it. Yet again, Mistress Bella provided the support. She allowed me to sit on the inside of the booth and constantly rubbed her hand on my stocking-clad leg or glove and told me how proud of me she was and how beautiful I looked. The support really helped get me through it all, as I was getting many looks from some of the other patrons. Yet, my confidence continued to grow as I ordered eggs when the waitress came around. Turns out, there were many interesting people in the diner that night (and Mistress knew this as she often frequented the establishment). The Dommes themselves were drawing quite the audience from some of the conversations they were having, that I was almost a second thought. However, a sissy privileged enough to be in the presence of Dommes for such a kinky discussion never discloses details without permission. Thus, I will refrain from including them here. After about an hour, we left the diner and Mistress Bella and I got back into her car to head back to the dungeon to change me back into my male self. On the ride back, we discussed the night and just everything that took place. It was such a nice way to end the evening. However, little did I know that evening was not yet over…. When we re-entered the Dungeon, Mistress Bella said, “Take off your dress and let’s get you changed.” However, I would learn that she meant that this was two separate activities. I had removed my dress and was there in bra and panties, heels and stockings when Mistress mentioned that her feet were hurting her. I asked if there was anything I could do help and she answered that I would be giving her a foot massage. It was now 5am (we had started our session at 10pm). There I was having never done any BDSM before, and now I was kneeling on the floor of a dungeon, in lingerie, giving Mistress a foot massage. She gave me some pointers on how to skillfully provide the foot massage and I couldn’t help but feel very honored to be able to massage Mistress’ heavenly feet. To provide added encouragement, Mistress started using whichever foot I wasn’t massaging to tease and taunt me, by grazing it against my sissy nipples, running it across the outside of my panties and gently pressing down on my sissy clitty. The ambience was again shifting to a very erotic, personal and intimate mood as Mistress told me how good of a girl I was all night, as I kneeled there, massaging her feet and looking up with puppy dog eyes at my owner. I could have stayed like that all night. And just when I thought Mistress was going to say it was time for our session to come to an end, she surprised me again. “Well sissy, you’ve been so good, why don’t you start playing with your clitty and I’ll let you cum on one condition….If you promise to eat it…. Why do you need to eat it? Well, you’re a girl… and guys expect girls to eat cum!” Again, she had used logic to manipulate me to her will. I hate eating cum, absolutely despise it (tried my own once), but nonetheless, I obviously agreed!” And with that, I was now frantically rubbing my clitty to please my Mistress. Still kneeling in lingerie, still being teased by delicate grazes of her foot and I was in pure ecstasy. Time was slowing down and it was a moment I never wanted to end. It only continued to get better as Mistress slid closer towards me, reached into the cups of my bra, and grabbed my delicate sissy nipples with her fingers. She started to caress, twist and squeeze as I began to moan uncontrollably (my nipples are exquisitely sensitive, and without my even disclosing that information, Mistress was able to figure that out). As I began to get more excited, Mistress noticed the pre-cum dripping from my sissy clitty. As it lubricated my hand and I continued to rub, Mistress enthusiastically commented “oooh, listen to those wet pussy sounds,” which started pushing me over the edge. “Now,” she said, “Good girls, with wet pussies, cum on command for their Mistress as a sign of respect.” To which I replied and repeated in a soft, whispered tone, “Yes Mistress, I want to be a good girl for you.” To which she challenged, “Good, show me.” On my knees, I looked up and locked eyes with her. Her face only a few inches from mine, she continued to control me like a puppet through my nipples as I started bouncing and moaning in ecstasy. Soon, I heard Mistress say “20, 19….” And by the time I realized she was counting down, her cadence sped up and within only a few seconds she was down to “5……” I bounced, moaned, felt her grasp of my nipples, jerked my clitty frantically before having the most mind blowing orgasm I’ve ever had just as she got to “1.” I fell to the floor completely spent and looked up at Mistress. “Good sissy, you’ve made me very happy, now live up to your end of the deal….” And I did. I licked up my cum like the whore that I was. Hell, I devoured it. I hated every second of it, especially the taste. I felt humiliated. I could not believe I was doing this in front of another person. But I was overcome with wanting to please Mistress Bella to no end. I needed to give myself to her unconditionally and obey her orders. She had orchestrated the perfect scenario. She learned who I was, what I needed and how to get me to do it. She was my master and I was her helpless and loyal slave. And yet, I loved every minute of it. In the past, when after I had cum, I would lose all interest in being a sissy, but tonight was entirely different. I felt at excited, I felt alive and I felt an overpowering calmness come over me. Never in my life had I felt this way, but this is how Mistress Bella, the best Mistress I could have ever imagined had made me feel… All I could think about doing was pleasing her to no end and I would not stop until otherwise. With that, I changed and we began to say our goodbyes. I thanked her immensely for making a 14 year old dream come true and she commended me for taking the steps to do so. For anyone reading this, Mistress Bella is the most incredible Domme I could have ever imagined. Whether sissy/crossdresser or fetish slave of any other nature, Mistress Bella is OUTSTANDING, AMAZING, INCREDIBLE, UNIQUE, GORGEOUS, POWERFUL, INSPRING, MANIPULATIVE and HIGHLY SKILLED IN HER CRAFT. If you need your fantasy to come true, I have no doubt you will be happy in your service to her. I would be happy to discuss my experience with any curious slaves who are considering serving Mistress Bella and provide a great reference either in chat or by skype/yahoo messenger. She is perfection through and through and that is why I wrote such a thorough summary of our session as a tribute to her amazingness. Every word of this is true and I hope that you are able to experience your own fantasies in the unforgettable and matchless presence of Mistress Bella.

curtsey, sissy jane

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Meeting in Person

I've decided that unlike most of the dommes that seem 
to exist on here, I prefer meeting subs in person to online 
sessions and correspondence. I honestly love doing 
sessions. With that said, having a visitor to the dungeon 
sounds like the best possible course of action. There is a 
time, hopefully coming up in the non-distant-future, in
 which I can have out of town subs come to a private 
chateau for sessions. We'll see.

Why do I push for such things? I like meeting people 

face to face, and more than ever, love the suspended
 reality of quickly establishing things from the outset, 
before lots of coffee, talking, etc. Ultimately, I'm
 seeking slaves that I can keep seeing and training
 into what I see as their height of perfection over 
years. From the amorphous and shapeless, I seek 
to create art. Tribute is part of sessions, though 
only a donation to the artist in her all consuming passion.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Honk if you Love Strap-ons

An except from a letter I wrote in September...
I just thought that a good vibe on my harness might make me really want to thrust even harder in an effort to get off. As it is, I psychologically get off on the power trip and physical exertion. I have a sadistic side that rears its head and travels through that dong to your semiwilling ass. In fact, I think this writing has me hot. Anyway, I know personally know quite a few women in the domme world, and have simply heard of others. By and large, strapon is something many of them endure. Dildos and strap on are my passion.