Strictly Speaking – With Mistress Karen

At this exact moment as I type these exact words, this girl from the market is licking my boots. She has no idea what I’m typing. I told her to take her time. Her hands are nicely bound in a leather arm binder and she is wearing jeans and a white bra. Honest to God, I don’t even know her name. I’M SO SERIOUS. How did this happen? Hold on….

I just ordered her to stop it and go over to stand facing the corner… and she did it. She’s standing there right now with her face to the corner and her arms in the binder. She really could use some nasty pumps with those jeans (instead of the little health girl shoes), but I’m not going to push my luck.

Anyway… as I was saying before I got tired of her licking my boots… I went to the health food store for some carrot juice. That’s my all time favorite healthy drink. So I bought the juice, walked outside, cracked open the juice and drank a little. But it tasted weird. Of course, the date had expired. I went back into the store to return it and the clerk, the chick standing in the corner right now, said she could only give store credit because I had already opened it. WHAT!?? That’s outrageous… and I told her so. After a little more bickering, I think she was trying to calm me down when she half-jokingly quipped “You are cute when you get mad.” Of course ,that was the fastest way to shut me up. I shot her a glare that said “Just fucking try me.” And you know what, she did. “That’s not a bad thing. I really think you’re cute like that”, she threatened. At that point, it was like Poe’s Tell-tale heart. Did she know about me? Was she testing me? Or was she serious? So I had to test the waters with: “Yeah, well I bet I wouldn’t be so cute if I was yelling at you like this in private.” ZING! Her eyes lit up and we both had this secret understanding… pure electricity. She called her boss over and showed him the carrot juice. Then she lied and said she tasted it too and now I feels like she is going to get sick. And she put on a little act. He told her to go ahead and leave her shift to go home and recuperate. So, it may be a shitty carrot juice return policy, but the girl has a pretty great manager.

I walked out first, got into my car, and with nothing more than a look, told her to follow me in her car. And now she’s standing in my corner looking pathetic and devine and the same time. I think I’ll go kiss her neck. Actually, I’m going to surprise her by whipping a plastic baggie over her head and making her suffocate and struggle a bit. Then, I’ll kiss her neck. Sorry. gotta go.

Now that I’m coming down from the extended “vacation” of being chained in a dungeon for an entire month, I’m starting to feel a little more like my dominant self. First of all, I got pissed that the assistant I was paying to handle my bills while I was away screwed up and my cable got shut off yesterday. Bitch. That would certainly bring anybody’s dominant side back. So last night, I called up Candice again to drive up here so I can abuse her a little. She is going to have to pay for my assistant’s sins (even though they have nothing to do with each other and have never met). I can’t wait to see Candice (don’t tell her I said that!). She really needs to be punished. I just bought some new boots on my “netflix” boot service (the “Dionne” boot by BCBG – see below) and I’m going to make her kiss them for an hour while I drink tea. I’ll have her in a posture collar connected to a thick leather leash (the kind that feels like a heavy strap). God, I’m so pissed about the cable. Sorry Candice, but that kind of crap is just not acceptable.

Ciao, Karen.

Hello,

I know some of you are getting a little weary of my submissive side rearing it’s pathetic head, but don’t worry. I’m sure it won’t be long until I get back to the right end of the whip. Well, actually I prefer a riding crop. Any way, it turns out I have a bit of the “Stockholm Syndrome”.  You know… where a captive falls in love and identifies with the captor.  So last night, I was longing for that uncomfortable feeling of a heavy chain around my neck again. I guess a month wasn’t enough.   I crawled into my cozy comfortor on my super snuggly bed…  and then decided my neck had to be chained to the headboard. So I got out of bed, put on some 5 inch heels (Mary Jane’s), grabbed a heavy chain, crawled back into bed with my heels on, locked one end tightly around my neck and the other end to the head board post.  Ahhh. Now I felt comfortable. I set the key on the night stand and gave it a little flick to make it rest a few inches out of my reach. Feeling very satisfied and secure, I dozed off to sweet dreams. Then, many times throughout the night, I would be awakened by the tug and hardness of the cold chain.  Now that’s what I call a good night’s sleep. In the morning, I had to masturbate a few times before using my shoe to help reach the key and get myself out. I’m in love with my captor.  Fuck me.

Oh My God! I slept in my own comfy bed last night with no chain around my neck and no big sessions interrupting my sleep. I love my bed. I guess it took being chained in a dungeon for an entire month to turn me vanilla and gain a real appreciation for the finer things in life… like my pillow.  I’m still sore from that whole ordeal. I’m drawing a bath now and I intend to put on some Jack Johnson and chill out in the warm bath for the entire day.  Don’t get me wrong, dungeon life is a fucking rush, but I have a new appreciation for being feminine and cozy.   More about the dungeon experience in future posts. Now I need a vanilla massage to go with the pillow and bath.

Hi All,

I’ve been a bad girl and disappeared for a while.  Do you ever have those times where you just want to crawl into a hole (or a dungeon) and just check out from life for a while. Well, that’s how it has been for me the past couple months. So sorry.  I really didn’t want to leave my blog hanging in limbo, but I just got distracted by life. But I feel like I’m rounding a corner and will be back to my normal self for a while.

For some reason, I have been having this crazy yearning to be submissive during the last few months. I know that sounds crazy coming from a self-proclaimed dominatrix, but I can’t explain it. I decided to turn myself over to another Dominatrix I know, Mistress DuChamp, to be her lifestyle slave for a month. It all started when I saw that movie “Black Snake Moan” and started to get turned on my the idea of being chained up. I wanted to be locked in her dungeon by a heavy chain around my neck for exactly one month. She thought it was a little on the extreme side and had me sign a waiver stating that it was my intention to be chained for a month and that I agreed that no matter how hard I begged or pleaded during that month, it was my choice to not be released until exactly one month had transpired.

Well, that month has ended and I was damn glad she finally released me. I’m a filthy mess and was only given sponge baths once every 2 days. I had to pee in a dirty bucket.  She would have her other slaves brush my teeth while I was handcuffed. But, I’ll tell you what… I was the witness to and part of all kinds of interesting play in the dungeon during that month… since I was basically a piece of furniture and no one could avoid me in there.  I have a lot of stories to relate. And don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be back to my regular old dominate self before long.