As I slowly lubricate my gloved fingers and the massive black rubber cock between my legs my lust grows to impossible heights by the vision of beauty before me.

She is bent over, her small tight ass exposed, the ever so short 'school-girl' skirt hiked up around her waist. Her soft white skin striped from my belt across her ass and the backs of her thighs. She wears a plain white cotton panty, those stripes that peak out from its sides most exciting to me.

In moments I'll pull that panty down, expose her beautiful shaven cunt and the tiny rosebud of her ass. I wonder to myself, consider where I will penetrate her body. Will I fuck that delightful cunt or her less often used hole? For now I can simply bask in my own desire, later I will decide. Whatever I choose I know that I will experience the joy of hearing her cries, cries of violation, cries of her own lust satisfied.

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While the vast majority of writing about female domination, including my own, focuses on a male submissive and a female dominant, submissive women are a true delight in my own exploration of bdsm.

I consider myself lucky because I have the opportunity to regularly play with both single submissive women, and couples up here at my mountain paradise.

I think that for a submissive woman, playing with a dominatrix offers a much different experience from play with a dominant male. A woman knows intimately how another woman's body will erotically respond and that understanding comes to great effect no matter what role-playing scenario may be taking place.

If you are a submissive woman, dreaming of kneeling at the feet of another, I hope that you will send me an email, let us discover the magic we can make together.

Couples are another true delight; no matter what role the female plays within the relationship. Be she dominant or submissive, if she rules her man or is ruled by him, truly exciting things happen when such a couple comes to play, with me, in my studio. The variety that comes with including a couple in a scene is truly delightful.

Joining with another woman to overpower and dominate the man in her life is a tremendous joy, as is doing the same with a male and his pretty little femsub. Certainly another type of couple, one I frequently see, is that couple in which both partners seek submission to me. These have always proven to be truly amazing encounters.

Innocent bystanders, voyeurs are also great fun. Exploring all that femdom has to offer with one partner while the other sits back and actively watches can be tremendously exciting for all involved.

Often, in my play with couples, education plays a significant role. Learning by doing is the best way to learn, and that truth certainly holds in the kinky world.

I am always interested in getting to know, and getting to play with new kinky couples, I hope that you will contact me so that we can create truly mind-blowing encounters together.

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This morning I was reading the blog of Los Angeles Dominatrix Justine Cross. Her words reminded me about the fundamental truth of bdsm.

Toys, clothing, advanced technique, and studios. These things are all important to creating a truly wonderful bdsm experience but they are also secondary. As she says, the mind is one's most important toy. A good mind is the one indispensible tool.

Tens of thousands of dollars in high end braided whips, fetish clothing of the highest fashion, the ability to tie the most intricate of knots, and the finest playspace in the world, all these things combined will not make a dominatrix. Only her mind can make the dominatrix, create the perfect femdom encounter.

The trappings of female domination are amazing and tremendous fun but it is the female mind that creates what we seek.

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Those who have come to see me know just how amazingly well equipped my dungeon is. Floor to ceiling with the most amazing, highest quality toys, everything one could ever desire for the pursuit of female dominated times.

Sometimes I make the mistake of thinking that I've seen, or even possess it all.

Alas though, the minds of submissive men always seem to come up with something new and wonderful.

Moments ago, while visiting a blog I saw just such a thing. In essence it's a humbler on a pole. Delightful, and an exciting twist on an old toy.

That is truly one of the delights of female domination; the possibilities are limited only by the imagination!

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Over the course of our long association I've come to admire the cold efficiency with which my Mistress undertakes this daily chore.

First thing every morning I follow her into the bathroom and kneel at her feet, in front of the toilet as she voids her bladder. When she is finished I gently, and carefully blot her divine pussy dry with toilet paper. This is of course as close as I ever come to actually touching that body part which is the focus of so much of my life.

Her urine is not flushed away; rather I am made to move forward and bend over the rim of the toilet, placing my head within it so that I may smell the intoxicating liquor from her body.

Momentarily I hear the snap of a rubber glove around her wrist, and quickly feel a small dollop of lubricant on my ass. I then wait with patience while she fills a large enema bag with what proves to always be very cold water.

When she has filled the bag I soon feel the small nozzle attached to it slide into my ass. The bag is raised to hang off a hook and a clamp is released so that the water may flow freely from the bag deep into my bowels.

Invariably by the time the bag is empty I am suffering and feel extremely weak. I've never been able to get used to feeling so very full or the horrible cramps and need that enter my body with the cold water.

When she notices the empty bag she quickly removes the nozzle from my ass and drops the equipment into the sink for me to clean after I've been permitted to relieve myself. I then hear her remove the rubber glove from her hand, and soon that hand is pulling me upright, out of the toilet, up on my knees. She always bends down to kiss me, and wish me a good morning as her slave.

She then leaves the room to get a cup of coffee, as I remain kneeling in place, my body feeling as if it is ready to explode.

Eventually, sometimes mere seconds, sometimes a half hour or longer she will call out to me, let me know that I may now relieve myself. However long it may be on any given day, I await her voice in agony. Cheating is impossible for occasionally she checks up on me and the consequences of disobedience would be horrendous.

From the very moment I met this wonderful woman she wanted to control every aspect of my life. She can't even tolerate the thought of me so much as voiding my own bowels on my own schedule. Hence I relieve myself on her time exactly. Every day of my life. I crave the cold and efficient ways she has found to fulfill her need for absolute control.

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For a number of years now I've used one of those little USB Cellular modems for Internet connectivity while traveling. They are good tools.

This week though I upgraded to a mobile hot spot from Verizon.

It was certainly a good move. The 4G as opposed to my old 3G is blazing fast. Since it's Wi-Fi I can hook up almost anything to it like my Nook or a Kindle, and frankly, I like the billing plan. 50 bucks a month for 5 Gigabytes with overage billed at 10 bucks per Gigabyte. While I can't imagine ever going over the 5, I will not go accidentally broke if I do.

All in all it's a great little gizmo for keeping tabs on bad little submissives everywhere.

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I have a question about erotica for each of you, my regular readers:

What length of erotica do you most enjoy?

Flash Fiction?
Very short stories, scenes really, perhaps a thousand words or less. The fiction I post here on the blog and in Dystopian Longings would be considered flash.

Short Stories?
Stories of perhaps up to 9000 words, with fully developed plot and characters.

Novel?
Stories of over 40,000 words giving an epic depiction of life.

What's your favorite to read when it comes to your erotic reading? Please do let me know, it's easy to leave a comment below.

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Sexy is...

Towering heels supporting delicate feet and toes.
Stockings encasing long and slender legs.
Thick yet supple leather caressing an hourglass torso.
Bare shoulders but hands and forearms covered by long leather gloves.
A beautiful face expressing lust and desire.

She wears a nine-inch rubber cock, impossibly large in diameter, perpetually ready for use, forever hard.

Another pair of towering heels, lashed with rope to hold the legs open.
Stockings over freshly shaved legs, runs from time spent crawling to her.
Shaven cock, balls, ass, unclothed, open for her designs.
A lace corset, tight laced, making the most of the figure it holds.
Arms and hands tightly bound, preventing escape and evasion.
A throaty voice, pleading to be violated.

He is open, lubricated, lustful, exploding with desire for the rubber cock she wears, eager to feel her strong push deep into his body.

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