A smoking hot woman, her body encased in tight leather, standing over you, smoking a fine cigar. A whip in her hand, it will be across your ass in a moment, after she takes another puff.

Sound like fun to you?

Alas, it apparently doesn't sound like fun to the executive branch of our Federal Government. Those statist tyrants want to pass some new regulations to bankrupt the people who make cigars of exquisite quality.

There is something you can do. Visit:

The International Premium Cigar and Pipe Retailers Association

While you are there, use the handy links to email your Senators and Congressman in support of bills that would stop these regulations. I did it, and if you enjoy freedom, you should too.

Posted by Milliscent at 8:00 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

So, my Seahawks finally won a game! Amazing.

Thank the GODS OF FOOTBALL that we are in the NFC West where one doesn't actually have to play well to have a shot at the playoffs!

Speaking of not playing well though, imagine, Tony Romo managed to beat the Redskins with no other offense than his kicker. Just think how well he could do if he had a line, backs, receivers, someone who could snap the ball...

Posted by Milliscent at 7:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

You have proven to be a loyal husband and I love you. That doesn't mean that I must care.

I don't care if you don't want to play this game anymore.

I don't care about what you think our marital vows meant.

I don't care how jealous it makes you feel.

I don't care if you are humiliated.

I don't care if you cry.

I don't care about your desire to fuck me.

I don't care if you need to cum.

I will strip you naked.

I will leave the cage on your cock.

I will place you on your knees.

I will lash your body to the pillar in my bedroom.

I will insist that you watch and listen as I fuck another.

I will force you to experience my orgasm at the hands of someone else.

I will look upon you with contempt as you lick his cum from my body.

I will laugh as you clean his cock with your mouth.

I don't care what you may think about it.

Your desires are not my concern.

That is the essence of Mistress and slave.

Posted by Milliscent at 11:55 AM | Permalink | Comments (22)

Sexy isn't a color or a shape; sexy is a state of being, an attitude, a way of carrying and presenting oneself.

Women especially sometimes fall into believing that they can't be sexy, or do sexy things because of some perceived physical flaw. Those women couldn't be more wrong.

In my studio I am blessed to see people of every shape, at every stage of adulthood. Sexy is so much more than looks alone.

Women who want to explore their sexuality, expand boundaries with their partners, should never allow perceived physical flaws to hold them back.

Posted by Milliscent at 11:37 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

He longed for that quintessential femdom experience, longed to feel himself bent over and fucked up the ass.

She wanted him to truly understand that size does matter, wanted him to learn that his small white cock should be a source of shame.

I was thrilled that they contacted me.

She held his head, whispered encouragements and sweet nothings to him as I penetrated his body with the tiniest of dildos. As I moved he pushed his body to mine ensuring that he took every bit of my strap-ons length. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock, soft moans of pleasure dripped from his lips. His whole being communicated just how much he adored my strokes, my exploration of his tight ass.

Eventually of course things changed.

She continued to hold his head, continued to whisper to him, but I traded strap-ons. The tiny for the massive. His longing fulfilled it was time to force the understanding she desired upon him. His body tried to pull away, but she held him in place. His small cock went limp as my huge one was forced into place. Cries replaced moans as brutal violation replaced exquisite pleasure.

She looked over him, into my eyes and smiled as he screamed.

Posted by Milliscent at 11:21 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)