MistressNextDoor

My Little Boy from Across the Pond

2012-04-22T19:51:00.000-07:00

I consider myself to have a blessed life. I come into contact with a wide variety of people in what I do... each one of them has touched My life in some way, shape or form - good, bad or indifferent - I am blessed.

My good little boy from across the pond stepped quietly into My life last year. I say “quietly” because he is someone who treasures his privacy and is a bit shy with Me. But, it didn’t take long for him to open up to Me and give Me complete access to his life, his wants, his needs, his desires and all of his fantasies.

You see, I’m good like that. I have a way - a special gift - with people and getting them to open up to Me completely. They feel like they’ve known Me for years and can tell Me anything and everything. Now, let Me be clear on this, I don’t abuse my gift and I don’t ever reveal our conversations to anyone - EVER. It goes with Me to My grave. As a matter of fact, most of the time, I am their saving grace. I help keep them sane when they feel they’re going insane.

My little boy from across the pond is one of these individuals. he is kind, caring, intelligent, a professional, "sort of" a happily married man who sought Me out to help fulfill a fantasy or two of his. And, I’ve been there for him every step of the way for almost a year now. Yes, there are times when I don’t hear from him for weeks, but he always comes back to Me. He is into degradation and blackmail mainly. Sometimes I don’t quite understand, but I am no one to judge. So, I degrade him. I blackmail him. W/we text often. W/we talk on the phone late at night while his wife is laying in bed right next to him... he’s quiet, he whispers, but most of the time in that situation, I do most of the talking - degrading him and blackmailing him. I don’t give him permission to speak and he is forced to do as I say. I permit him to release only once a week and he only has sex with his wife when I give him permission to. Yes, I realize we live thousands of miles away but it’s all about trust and honesty. And for this, he takes really good care of Me.

He takes such good care of Me that most of the time he is petrified his wife will find out. So, I push him to his limits and then I push him beyond his limits. I hear the nervousness in his voice. Soon, I will bring him to tears... and then to his knees. It’s a thrill for both of us. It’s empowering for Me. I have total control over him. It’s all good. My little boy enjoys it. he can’t stop. he keeps coming back.

My little boy from across the pond is addicted... to Me!

Happy Anniversary to Me...and My Bitch!

2011-05-17T17:15:00.000-07:00

Driving through the canyon roads

I know it's been at least two weeks since you've heard from Me, but I've been a busy Mistress. It's all good. I've missed all of you very much... xoxo

My bitch and I recently celebrated our anniversary. he showed his love and devotion for Me by surprising Me with a Porsche 911 Carrera. WOW! Then again, I deserve it.

Top down...wind in My hair...hairpin turns...and pushing the limits. But My greatest thrill was to have My bitch in the seat next to Me in chastity...teasing him as I drove through the canyon roads. Yes, I can shift gears and tease at the same time.

Dinner was nice. The conversation... well, you can only imagine if you've been keeping up with My blog.

Porsche, leather, gold handcuffs and the need for speed!

What did bitch get? A hook up his ass attached to his collar with a chain. Ahhh... nothing like a bit predicament bondage on one's anniversary.

Happy Anniversary, bitch!

Lovingly,

Ms. Sophia

A Submissive's Devotion

2011-05-02T08:55:00.000-07:00

As I've mentioned before, and will continue to remind Myself and My readers, I am blessed to live the life I live.

The current "Shoe of the Week" is courtesy of a certain submissive wanting to show his devotion towards Me. He is kind, intelligent, educated, well spoken, generous, a shoe whore himself and a joy to be around. When he called to schedule another session with Me, at the end of our conversation, he threw in that he'd like to take Me shopping for shoes. Well, those of you that have been following My blog know Me well enough to know that I couldn't possibly say "no" to him. Quite a nice surprise.

We went to Nordstrom and the "show" began. My usual salesperson wasn't working that evening, but someone just as doting to My needs was. he brought Me shoe after shoe after shoe to try on. he, too, had that certain glimmer in his eyes as he helped Me put on and take off each pair of shoes requested. My submissive sat quietly nearby taking it all in... enjoying every moment of it and remaining obedient. This outing was just as much for him as it was for Me... not to mention, a tease for him and all those who were watching. After an hour of slowly pacing back and forth in front of the mirror with each pair of shoe I tried on, I finally decided on the Gucci's.

My submissive later told Me that evening how badly he wanted to crawl between My feet as I was trying on each pair of shoes and as I was walking back and forth in front of the mirror. This just confirms that what I do, I do well. And, I enjoy every moment of it.

It's not about the shoes or any of the gifts I may receive from a submissive. Those are just "things." It's about their devotion for Me... the relationships that are created and built over time.

And while I keep reminding Myself that I am blessed to have crossed paths with certain individuals in My life, they are even more blessed to have crossed paths with Me and to be serving Me. It is an honor and privilege for them.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Ms. Sophia Visits Vegas...Again!

2011-04-26T01:46:00.000-07:00

Well, I guess it's time all of you saw Me... head to toe. Sometimes it's nice to put a face with a name.

I'm not one to ever turn down a trip to Las Vegas. It's a thrill every time I go. Just a hop, skip and a jump from home. I had a few enjoyable sessions with My submissives. Again, a thrill for Me always.

For example, David, a newbie, enjoyed O/our time together during O/our session... corporal punishment, nipple torture, verbal humiliation, degradation and a bit of anal play. he's gone through a rough divorce a few years ago, loves his daughter, stressed out from work and had the honor and privilege of coming to serve Me over the weekend. He needed to escape, let loose...an outlet. He had a fantasy and I fulfilled it. He left a happy camper. He'll be back!

Then "M" came along...married, physician, his family located in another country far, far away. He immediately knelt before Me and began to worship My feet. Chained to My bed, he received a harsh dose of corporal punishment, nipple torture, and, of course, anal play - go figure! But his favorite - and Mine - tease and denial. After teasing and denying him over and over and over he begged for release. Not a chance. He'll be back, too. I know this because I've received several texts from him telling Me how much fun he had and asking when I'll be back in Vegas again. he, too, knows that it's an honor and privilege to serve Me.

As you can see, I soaked in the sun, imbibed a few cold beverages by the pool and then headed out for some fun.

Hope all of you had as much fun as I did over the weekend.

And, I hope you enjoy the pictures.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Shoe Whore...

2011-04-19T18:45:00.000-07:00

Ok... I admit it. I'm a shoe whore. There, I said it. I'm no longer in denial. I don't know what it is, but there's something about "acquiring" a beautiful, well-crafted pair of shoes for these lovely feet of Mine.

I approach My acquisitions with grace and skill, a touch of sexiness and teasing. My shoes are like a piece of fine art... an investment. It must be the businesswoman in Me.

Ted, My shoe guy in the designer salon, loves to see Me walk in... and not just because he knows I'm going to buy a pair of shoes from him. He enjoys "serving Me" so to speak. I can tell by the sparkle in his eyes, how he stares at My feet, the way he puts on and takes off each pair of shoes I ask for. It's a thrill for both of U/us. I slowly pace back and forth in front of the mirror looking at My next gorgeous investment. I see Ted and others looking at Me as well. It's a show for them. I love to give a good tease now and then.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Owning an Ivy Leaguer... and she Doesn't Even Know It!

2011-04-11T09:14:00.000-07:00

Being a Domme definitely has it's advantages and disadvantages... I have the opportunity to meet some really amazing people that touch My life in certain aspects and close personal friendships are developed. And then there are the crackpots, the freaks, that I happen to cross paths with and I honestly wonder what planet they come from. And, finally, there are those that fit somewhere in between these two extremes.

For the record, names have been changed to protect their identity...

I received a call from Darren, who lives in Chicago, the other week telling Me in detail what a "crappy marriage" he was involved in... that he "never should have married her in the first place," etc., etc. After listening to his story, I sort of felt bad for his situation... but on the other hand, it's not My problem he royally screwed up. He tells Me he wants to be "owned" by Me but more importantly, he tells Me he wants Me to "own" his wife without her knowing about it. He describes his wife to Me... her name is Michelle, tall, auburn hair, fairly attractive, successful, attended Brown University, and she believes she's the greatest thing since sliced bread.

Basically, Darren wants to play mind tricks on her and has asked for My assistance. Darren just wants to drive his wife a little crazy. A little game of mind fuck never hurt anyone. After careful thought, I decided to play along with his game under certain conditions. Those conditions being that no one gets physically hurt and nothing illegal occurs. So, for starters, I kept it pretty simple and I had him place My initial in pink permanent marker in the crotch area of every pair of her pretty, lacy, expensive underwear - not too big of an initial but not so tiny that she wouldn't notice the marking either. Then, I had him do the same thing to her pillow - on both sides - the one she sleeps on every night. Darren felt so liberated that he took it upon himself to literally set on fire a picture from their wedding day that he had framed and given to Michelle on their first anniversary.

As for Darren, I've had him singing, dancing, doing jumping jacks, twirling like a ballerina and telling people that he is owned by Me and that he is My bitch all over the streets of Chicago. he's been obedient, so far. I know this because I have Darren walk up to people on the street, hand them the phone and then I introduce Myself and proceed to instruct them to tell Darren what needs to be done. So, not only am I controlling him but in a subtle way I am also controlling the person on the other end of the phone and they don't even know it.

None of this is done out of pure evil. I don't believe in that. It's a bit of harmless fun. Especially, since Michelle doesn't even know that she and her own husband are "owned" by Me.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

O/our Shoe Fetish Dance

2011-03-06T11:11:00.000-08:00


Christian Louboutin - Daffodile Pony Zebra

My latest acquisition! I decided to take My bitch off his leash and take him on an outing to the mall. I tried on shoe after shoe after shoe after shoe. What a delight it was to put him to work. he worked up a sweat placing each pair of shoes on my feet... then taking them off... then on to the next pair. W/we must have gone through at least two dozen pairs of shoes yesterday. And in between My salesperson fetching shoes from the back room for Me (ah, yet another slave to be had), bitch would proceed to give Me a foot rub. I love to have My feet worshiped and I believe bitch loves to worship My feet even more. But the most thrilling aspect of it all, were the voyeurs that surrounded us from a short distance - stretching their necks to watch, some doing a double-take and a few others even doing a triple-take to watch O/our little "shoe dance."

I have been posting "Shoe of the Week" for several weeks now but I'd like your thoughts/comments on that part of My blog. Would you like Me to continue to post "Shoe of the Week" or scrap it altogether? Please leave a comment and let Me know.

As always... stay kinky.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Charmed and Dangerous

2011-03-04T19:06:00.000-08:00

The irresistible allure of many seductresses - from Helen of Troy to Cleopatra - may only be imagined. Femme fatales reach out to make their power felt forever... as do I. Is there anything wrong with that? I believe not.

Imagine this... Her body moving like fluid to the music, eyes inviting him to join Her, She insinuates Her voluptuous body around his so provocatively that the jaws of the voyeurs surrounding them drop. A room full of people yet, to Her, they are the only two in the room. he is mesmerized by Her, his Owner.

I tighten My pet's collar a bit tighter and shackle him to the spider web. I fix him with my gaze and he is toast. By the time I am through with him, he will have lost his reputation, his fortune, his freedom, his manhood - everything! I stare him in the eyes and say to him "you're not too smart are you? I like that in a man." he bows his head in shame but deep inside he likes when I speak to him like that...he lives for those moments.

I have My way with him while he is shackled, vulnerable to all the world. I take him to his limits and beyond just to see how far I can go with him. Beads of sweat pour down his body followed by tears. But he continues to tell Me how much he loves Me, adores Me, worships Me and begs for more. What's this Dominant femme fatale to do but none other than to lay into him some more.

I am his Queen and can do no wrong in his eyes. he is My obedient slave.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Collared At All Times

2011-02-28T19:08:00.000-08:00

This was the birthday gift that I gave to My bitch. As part of a little ceremony I put a hood over My bitch and proceeded to use My cane and flogger on his ass. When he was warmed up properly I told him I had a special surprise for him. I placed the collar around his neck and told him that I now owned him forever. We are also in the process of preparing a contract (I will post later). he is now My bitch always! I keep the collar locked on him at all times.This collar serves as a constant reminder that I own him and he is My pet. That I control his mind, his body, his release and his cock. he exists for My pleasure! I am debating whether or not to allow him to take it off when he travels for business (those pesky security lines). Oh how I would love to see him explain that!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Happy Birthday, Bitch! Part 2

2011-02-22T20:30:00.000-08:00

My bitch stopped by the next evening to show me this. So, I gave him more!

Now that the extended festivities of My bitch's birthday weekend are over and he's - sort of - had time to recuperate...

Let's just say I left his ass on fire... for several days!

My toys of pleasure and pain were used with lovingly fierce strokes and intentions. After stopping by Sunday evening to show me his so-called "battle scars," I felt that I didn't do him enough justice over his birthday weekend. I mean, after all, one's birthday is a special occasion and something to be remembered. Right? So... I took to his ass again! When will this pitiful little bitch of Mine learn his lesson?

Anyway, his birthday weekend started off with Her and his bikini waxing appointments. I thoroughly enjoyed Mine... bitch, not so much. Then it was off to dinner at one our favorite trendy restaurants in Hollywood and later on drinks at a cozy little spot. The rest of the weekend he spent being bound, paddled, caned, pricked, prodded, poked, had hot wax slowly dripped upon him - everywhere!, received bout after bout from My riding crop, led around on collar and leash, teased with tiger balm, felt the use of My vampire gloves, smacked with a ruler, felt the "tingling" sensation of a "zipper" (one of My favorites), and teased and denied endlessly.

My bitch's birthday is so close to Valentine's day, that I only felt it appropriate to continue showing My love and locked him up.

And, all of this done from the bottom of my heart.

Happy Birthday to My bitch!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

My Bitches...

2011-02-14T17:30:00.000-08:00

My main bitch

Welcome, newbie, Denise. This bitch was so

nervous he could barely right his own name.

Enough said!

Sweet and Kinky dreams...

Lovingly,

Ms. Sophia

Happy Mistress/Valentine's Day!

2011-02-14T10:07:00.000-08:00

For those of you who may not be privy to this tidbit of information, the day before Valentine's Day is has become known as "Mistress Day"... "Mistress" in the sense of being "the other woman." As you’re no doubt shocked to discover, some gentlemen apparently use the day before Valentine’s to entertain women other than their committed partners—so often, in fact, that it’s just a few indiscretions away from becoming an official national holiday. I, however, prefer to think of "Mistress Day" in the sense that you and I share a common interest...

May someone's bottom be spanked, may they be tied in restraints, may a prostate be massaged, may feet be worshiped, may ass play begin... more importantly, may love and respect between two be shared today and always.

Shouldn't everyday be "Mistress Day?" I believe so!

Wishing all my readers a very Happy and Kinky Valentine's Day!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Shoe of the Week!

2011-02-13T19:42:00.000-08:00

For all you foot fetishists out there, including My bitch, I will now be adding the "Shoe of the Week" photo for your enjoyment. These designer shoes are from my own personal collection gifted to me by My bitch. I love them so much that I feel it's only fair to share the love with you.

As always, I'd love to hear from you. Please feel free to leave your comments - good, bad or kinky.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

P.S. I wore this outfit for My bitch's birthday night out this weekend.

Happy Birthday, Bitch!

2011-02-11T21:04:00.000-08:00

Today is bitch's birthday. I have a fun-filled weekend planned full of caning, whipping, flogging, nipple torture, CBT, humiliation, sensory deprivation, fire and ice, spanking... The list goes on. Oh, the "bonds that tie"... pun intended.

Shhh... it's a surprise!

Gotta go finish getting prepared. Check back soon to see how bitch's birthday weekend turned out.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Ms. Sophia's Foot Stool

2011-02-10T18:15:00.000-08:00

It was a long day... up at 5am to run for the half-marathon I'm training for, back home to get ready and all business professional looking - with a touch of Mistress added in - and then off to work. By the time I got home, My feet were aching and I was in dire need of a foot massage. Just as the thought ran through my head, the phone rang. It was one of my most devoted slaves. Oh, the heavenly foot fetish gods must have been watching over Me all day and answered my prayer.

I was able to take a nice long and well deserved bubble bath before slave arrived. When he arrived, he knew to strip down completely and pour me a glass of my favorite wine. he began to massage my feet carefully yet firmly... My toes, the sole, to the heel, My ankles, slowly moving upwards to rub my aching calves and then to My thighs... a nibble here, a suckle there, and licks in between. he proceeded to move further up but I immediately stopped him with a quick whack from my crop. he had not asked permission and there are consequences when one does not ask for permission with Me. he knew better but I also know him well enough to know he did it on purpose. he wanted to be punished by Me. he apologized and begged for forgiveness.

When all was said and done, it was time for Me to put My feet up and relax for a few hours... he quickly obliged and got on all fours. Ahh... a foot and leg massage, a glass of My favorite wine, and a devoted slave for a foot stool... the power and control I hold over slave is quite erotic.

It's good to be Me!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

My Pet Bitch

2011-02-09T10:29:00.000-08:00

When I call bitch My “pet”, I often think of a puppy that is owned by their Master. As witnessed, a puppy that hungers attention, jumps up excitedly when given that attention, craves to be petted, and loves to be close, often at the feet, of it's owner.

In order to assure that a puppy doesn’t run off on it's Master, collars and leashes are used to keep the pet “in line” and “under control”. Additionally, the collar is used to train the "pet" to be obedient.

The collar also becomes the symbol of being owned by a Master. In My bitch's case, the Master is Me, Ms. Sophia.

My bitch's collar, however, is more than a symbol of ownership by Me. In our case, I see it as a symbol of little bitch being My property, being My pet, and being kept “in line” and “under My control” – a symbol that he is being trained to be My obedient possession.

My bitch has only had the collar around his neck a few times. Regardless, he sees the collar as testament that he is following My orders, that he is owned by Me, and that our D/s relationship is very real. It is the beginning of becoming a well-trained pet.

My little bitch loves the thought of being My pet. As such, he looks forward to having Me pull on his leash and follow My lead at all times. he is learning quickly to be obedient as he knows the consequences for stepping out of line with Me.

he recently said to Me, "Being collared by You is my honor and being trained to be Your sub is my privilege. I live to follow your commands. I reinforce my loyalty to you and beg you to keep me under Your control.” he wears his collar as a display that he is My pet and prepared to act as any pet that desires the attention of his Master... Me!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Bitch's Foot Fetish

2011-02-08T11:03:00.000-08:00

I always seem to find it quite erotic when bitch worships my feet. You see, he has an immense foot fetish that I like to take advantage of as often as possible. The scenario goes something like this:

Bitch walks through the door and I give him the "piercing glare" like I usually do. Immediately, he undresses for me and walks me over to my favorite chair and sees to it that I'm as comfortable as possible. he pours me a glass of wine and I ease further back into My chair. The anticipation of what's going to happen is there. he carefully and gently places my feet upon the ottoman and kneels beside them...eyes transfixed upon my feet.

I love having My feet kissed and licked, and My toes nibbled and sucked. It seems to heighten My pleasure to have My naked and hungry foot slave serving Me. My almost favorite sensation is when bitch gently gnaws with his front teeth along the outside ridge of My sole. This always sends such delicious shivers up My leg.

I love how My feet seem to be so massively wired with erotic potential... and having one of My devoted slaves tending to them is definitely a selfish passion I indulged in as frequently as possible.

It's nice to have a well trained foot slave that can produce wonders with diligent use of his lips, teeth and tongue. Oh, the power and control I have over My little bitch.

Superiority at it's finest!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Woman Worship

2011-01-31T19:31:00.000-08:00

As I stared out the window to watch the sun begin to set and hide behind the ocean - watching the sky glow with colors of red, orange, gold and purple - I was somehow reminded of the passion between My bitch and Myself we shared. This, in turn, brought on a strong sensuous mood and I suddenly realized that I was in need of some serious worshiping this weekend.

I picked up the phone and ordered bitch to drop what he was doing and come over immediately. Almost instantaneously I began to hear his breathing race. Within seconds, bitch hung up the phone and shortly thereafter he arrived. I ordered him to take off all his clothes before he presented himself to Me.

Wearing My favorite black patent leather stilettos, short leather skirt and a torso hugging corset, I sauntered over to My favorite chair and sat Myself down in it. My bottom sinking perfectly into it's seat.

My poor darling bitch has such a foot fetish, and like many modern women, I know exactly how to use such a delightful weakness to my advantage. I sat back and waited for bitch to enter the room. I didn't have to wait very long. When My bitch entered, our eyes locked for a split moment and then he respectfully looked to the floor. bitch dropped to his knees immediately... I've trained him well. His body was naked, apart from the locked chastity harness he wore permanently around his shaven genitals and the leather collar of ownership around his neck, which appropriately said "bitch." he crawled anxiously across the floor towards me.

I ordered him to pour Me a glass of wine from the freshly opened bottle by my side. As ordered, he poured My glass of wine and then without a word from Me, he lowered his face to the floor, nose pressed into the floor, his head resting an inch from the pointed toe of my firmly planted shoe. The little bitch held that position, with his fingers clasped behind his neck and his elbows spread wide. I inspected My little bitch for what seemed like an eternity to him. My body began to tingle and My heart began to race.

With the snap of My fingers, My little bitch quickly maneuvered his body underneath the chair in which I was sitting. There She was... staring him right in the face... My sweet scent intoxicating him. He knew exactly what to do next...

My obedient little bitch is good like that.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

My Bitch, My Cuckold

2011-01-18T18:16:00.000-08:00

I guess you could say I wear the pants in the family. But let's be clear about one thing - those pants are tight, they're leather and they're designer. Nothing but the finest for Mistress. Anyway, I've always been the Boss in any relationship for as long as I can remember and I've gotten better at it over the years.

Being in an FLR can be loads of fun... amusing at times and quite humiliating for my bitch. He's obedient at times, but when he begins to step out of line, I step in and put him back in his place. Lately, he's been a little too "bitchy" always whining or complaining when he doesn't get what he wants when he wants it. Really now... Who the fuck does he think he is?!? So I decided to put him in his place, once again, to remind him who's Boss (Me) and who's the bitch (him).

For those of you who may need to catch up to speed on this topic... Cuckolding has become quite popular and more acceptable than ever in today's society. A cuckolding couple consists of the bitch/husband who is referred to as the cuckold. He may have a tiny dick and rarely is ever able to sexually satisfy his wife. The wife in a cuckolding relationship is often referred to as a "hot wife" and gets to pick and choose who she has sex with. The person that she picks to have sex with is often much more well hung than her bitch/husband and is able to satisfy her sexually. (Oh, the joy of multiple orgasms!) This person is referred to as the bull, stud or the alpha male.

The bull is the lucky man that the hot wife chooses to be unfaithful to her bitch/husband with. They may date regularly or meet somewhere, just once, and get right to it. So, why be a stud? Why not?! The stud gets to fuck a hot wife without having to wine and dine, date her, or worry about any sort of long term relationship and feelings with her. With a hot wife, the bull can fuck her whenever they are both available without anyone ever having to worry about mixed feelings or any relationship drama. It's a win-win situation for everyone.

Whether or not the cuckolded bitch/husband is involved depends on the individuals in the cuckold relationship, but most importantly, to you! After the bull is done having sex with the hot wife, the cuckold may also have to "clean up" both the wife's pussy and the stud's cock as a sign of respect.

One very important rule to keep in mind, though... Don't ever fall in love with your bull!

Moving on... I arranged a "date" with a fine, handsome, well endowed young bull. I had My bitch prepare My bath and bathe Me. When I got out of the tub, he dried Me off and I had him kneel before Me. "She" was right there in front of him. I made him look at Her. I made him take in Her scent. My bitch was aroused. I could see a twinkle in his eye. He tried to contain himself and not smile. And then I told him that he would be missing out on Her for being the whiny bitch he's been lately. Complete disappointment overcame him. Did I care? Not in the least bit. And then he dressed Me.

He drove Me to My date and I made him wait outside in the car... for hours. I took the keys from him so he'd have no form of comfort or entertainment while I was away. This would give him plenty of time to let his mind wander and wonder what I was doing without him. My date eventually walked Me to the car and gave me a long sensuous kiss good night as My bitch watched. As we drove away, My bitch told Me how turned on he was about every aspect of that night, especially waiting in the car for Me knowing...imagining... what I was doing and who I was doing it with. I turned to him and smiled and told him he should have actually seen what was going on behind closed doors. I turned away and smiled even more... the wheels turning in My head... next date!...

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

'Twas The Night Before Christmas

2010-12-23T16:33:00.000-08:00

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through My lair,
Not a creature was stirring, they wouldn’t dare.
Canes and whips were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that My doting slave soon would be there.

The floggers were nestled all snug by the bed,
While visions of red bottoms danced in My head.
I pulled out My catsuit and spiked leather boots,
For my slave will bring Me some shiny new loot.

When at My front door there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from My throne to hear whimpering chatter.
I sauntered to the door only to find with My eyes,
My slave had arrived... such a lovely surprise!

On all fours, a strikingly handsome young buck,
I knew in a moment, he’d run out of luck.
He crawled inside to the dimly lit room,
It is here my slave would soon face his doom.

There he hung by his limbs on St. Andrew’s cross,
I whispered in his ear “you know who’s your Boss,”
Like rapid fire, My cane met his soft ass,
He cried and he shouted, the pain came in mass.

The striking of My cane, so lively and quick,
He begged for mercy, his balls I soon would kick.
He moaned and he groaned, and called out My sweet name,
Oh, this is fun, how I love this little game!

Wild and furious was the crack of My whip,
His welted back I would snap with just the tip.
Nipple clamps, ball gag and a blindfold he wore,
In front of Me there hung My good little whore.

His eyes - how they watered! His cries how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, but as deep as cherry.
His quivering mouth, he tried to stay silent,
The wrath of My cane is known to be violent.

He spoke not a word and hung his head so low,
As he again felt My cane come to and fro.
I gave a soft kiss to his tear-filled red face,
One last blow from My cane with almighty grace.

I lowered him down from restraints on the cross,
His fantasy fulfilled and not a lost cause.
A twinkle in his eye as he drove out of sight,
Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia xoxo

'Tis the Season to Be Submissive

2010-12-16T20:18:00.000-08:00

Deck my halls with canings to give,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be submissive,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our chastity belt,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
You’ll leave my dungeon with so many welts,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See your blazing ass before me,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike my cane and you just may bleed,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Follow me on all fours little bitch,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Leash and collar around your neck,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

I will pour hot wax on your back,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Nipple clamps with a whopping smack,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Tease and denial just for you,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Your family jewels will be left blue,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Preparing for Slave

2010-12-09T09:01:00.000-08:00

Energy, nervousness, excitement, the rush of adrenaline. This is what I feel as I prepare for my slave to arrive, as often as I've done this. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I must be completely focused. A wrong move could be devastating.

The room is dimly lit and there's music softly playing in the background. My corset is pulled tight against my breasts. My thigh-high boots fit perfectly embracing me. The heels are tall and spiked - perfect for the trampling my slave is about to receive. My tools of torture are displayed and crying out to me to be used.

I search deep within for the power I will need tonight...it's there. There's a knock at the door. My slave has arrived...on all fours and head bowed. I am ready. Let the games begin...

Chained Up Charlie

2010-11-02T21:05:00.000-07:00

D/s is a power trip. I tell him to strip naked and he does. I tell him to put on a pretty pair of lace panties and he does. I order him to use his hands or his mouth and he does. I have the opportunity to do anything I want to within agreed upon limits and he openly and enthusiastically puts up with it. I don't have to ask for favors. I command...he obeys, and if he doesn't, I get to punish him. My favorite choice, of course, is the use of My cane. It's liberating. Oh, life is so sweet! You get the picture.

So, when "Charlie" and I got together for a session, he was happy to oblige my every whim as always. So, I commanded him to strip...and he did. I commanded him to lay down with legs spread apart...and he did. Charlie is good like that. I blind folded him and then chained him to the bed. I could hear his breathing becoming heavier. He was excited and anxious.

There he lay...bound, helpless and completely under my control. Those few simple words I just mentioned get my adrenaline going. I ran my leather clad hands over his body - up and down, up and down until he couldn't take it anymore. Then I switched over to the leather glove with spikes. I'm not sure which one of us enjoyed it more. It was time for some teasing and with my black latex glove and lots of lube, I began to stroke him slowly bringing him to the edge...and then I left him laying there and walked away to get some things done that needed tending to. Every so often, I'd return to bring him to the edge again and then walk away to do what I needed to get done. I could see the agony I was creating...the arching of his back, the gasping breath, the begging for his release. Not a chance on that last one. This went on for at least two hours. And after making him beg and plead some more, I brought him to full ejaculation...it was Old Faithful right before my eyes.

The power and control I hold over someone like "Charlie" is a turn on for me...as well as for someone similar in his place.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia
your Mistress NextDoor

The Cumming Feminization of Corporate America

2010-10-26T21:43:00.000-07:00

For those of you who need to catch up to speed, in the world of female dominance, one of the most powerful and widely practiced methods of subduing a man is the forced feminization of a strong, unequivocal male man. The most interesting thing is that this seems to be a popular fantasy amongst male submissives. They feel the need for this when they are submitting to a female dominant...when they are submitting to Me!

Today was the day I decided to have one of my slaves stop over on his way to work...we'll call him "Georgina." Now, in case you haven't noticed, Georgina is a bit on the large side. A big husky male who is well known and respected in his industry in Corporate America. He's intelligent, well educated, hard working, skilled and strong in every sense of the word. But today, not for long and not if I have anything to say about it.

I teased Georgina for quite some time and eventually brought him to full ejaculation. He felt so manly. Ha! Little did he know what I really wanted from him. He cleaned himself up and then began rambling on about meetings with executives all day and business travel...blah, blah, blah. I quickly told him to shut his trap and put on these pretty purple panties. At first, he "pretended" to be shocked, but I could see a sparkle in his eyes and the slightest of slightest grin on his face. He was excitedly nervous as he put them on and I loved every minute of it...the humiliation he was experiencing...the power I will always hold over him. To add insult to injury, I then made him clean my bathroom. What a sight to see!

I like to make him wear lacy panties as much as possible to the office, and especially whenever he rides his motorcycle. Here you have this Corporate America executive riding to work on his bad-ass bike wearing purple panties. You gotta love it. I could see them sticking out of the back of his pants as he rode away. I waved good-bye and blew Georgina a kiss.

And there you have it Ladies and male submissives...the cumming feminization of Corporate America! I'm sure my slave isn't the only executive in this delightful predicament.

The point is, I want him to be reminded of My control over him even when he's at the office doing something powerful. Today, as he stood in front of many other executives, he was constantly reminded of My power and control over him.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia
your Mistress Next Door

Cum Celebrate

2010-10-24T19:41:00.000-07:00

I just love to celebrate...for any reason, really. It doesn't have to be a special occasion. But, as far as I'm concerned, though, everyday is special...especially when my slave has been so obedient and responsive and completely submissive. I am so happy to say that my slave has been let out of his cage, if only for a fleeting moment, and permitted to orgasm.

With legs spread and plenty of lube, I began to stroke him slowly - and I mean excruciatingly sloooooooooowwwwwllllllyyyyy - and deliberately with this cock between my thumb and forefinger only...from the tip of his head to the bottom of his rigid penis. I softly ran my finger down his shaft whirling and twirling and then back up again. His back arched and jaw clenched. I teased him over...and over...and over again. I could see in his face the torment I was putting him through...the multiple distortions of his face, the deep moaning and groaning, the heavy rapid breathing, the gasping...music to my ears. His cock was rock hard by now. Back up his cock but with three fingers now...eventually leading to using my whole hand.

I began to pick up my speed - wrapping my fist around his cock - working my way to full speed. I could tell he was about to explode. I brought him to the very edge of orgasm and then stopped! He calmed back down and I then began the process all over again.

I kept this process up for over two hours and then the moment had arrived when I finally stroked him to a full ejaculation. We raised a toast to this auspicious occasion. He drank his cum. I drank rose champagne.

The power I literally hold in the palm of my hand is quite amazing and such a turn on for me.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia
your Mistress Next Door