Ireland fantasy

I was sitting on My terrace the other day, enjoying the light and fantasising about My upcoming trip to Ireland. Imagine this scene with Me (and possibly view it as I want to film it-click link to help make this happen)

I'm a modern Rosie Riveter in My wardrobe, head wrap in dark blue, with a large erect bow much like a rooster crest atop My head, dark red lips, milky-white skin, winged eye-liner, $5. My soft, tight, vintage cowboy tee not hiding My large breast, loose chains around My wrist, gold rings on My fingers, $10. I wear tight black jeans and black leather shit-kickers, the boots laced tightly, black leather belt at My waist, black lace lingerie underneath, $15. I stand in the doorway of a dive, the light from outside glowing around Me while I take in the scene and you admire the Goddess on the screen before you. I survey the place, a rare few huddle with their beers in the corner, the barman stands bored behind the bar and a lone soul near him. his posture is poor and I feel the submission ooze from him. I slither like a predatory cat towards the bar and sit near him, staring at him until he feels Me looking at him, $20. the bartender with his arms crossed before him says nothing and only watches. the man timidly looks up to Me. In an irritated tone I tell him that he could make a better impression and offer to buy a Lady a drink. he blinks rapidly and looks confused, then tells the bartender to make what I like. I ordered a rusty nail and start to size up My entertainment. this man I can use in any way I choose, I can see it in his eyes. I can completely own him in front of this small bar crowd and no one would stop Me. I thank the bartender and instruct him to keep the change after this diminutive man pays with a bill in which one would expect change, $25. he doesn't argue but looks at Me expectantly. I take a sip of My drink and then turn My attention to the male beside Me. I shift My position and thrust My leg between his, turning him in his seat so that he faces Me. I can see now he is afraid, but he stays. Good. I lean into him, My face close to his, My hand sliding up his leg and stopping at his hip, I can feel the fabric go tense and at his erection, at this I know he is My bitch. I order him to take out his wallet. he hesitates but I don't break eye contact or expression. he takes it out and puts it on the bar, $30. I tell him that his wallet is mine now and put it in My back pocket. I order him to take off his jacket, then his shirt. I sit back, taking another sip of My drink and lift My boot to between his thighs and stomp it in place. he looks down at My boot, then at My wet lips. I tell him to get off the stool and walk towards Me. as quick as a snake bite, My nails dig into his left nipple and I pull him towards Me. now he can smell Me and feel My warm breath. I tell him that from this moment on, he is My bitch and will do as I tell him, I will control his every move and that I will punish him terribly for disobedience, $35. he whimpers from the pain in his nipple but he nods sharply. I slap him in the face and instruct him to start licking My boots clean while I finish My drink. he quickly gets on the grounds starts to lick the muddied tread. I spit on him and turn to face the bartender who still in a stoic stance, now with an amused expression on his face. I relax with My drink in the dimly lit dive, and light a clove, the dark stick sparking and sputtering at the end as it meets the flame, My head titled towards the light. I ash on My slave as he cleans and moans from the dirty floor. as I finish My smoke and My drink, I order another and for the half naked submissive to remove his pants. he does so and folds them lightly atop his other clothes, $40. I rise, instructing the male beneath Me to crawl behind Me as I start towards a dark corner. he looks around as if he might rebel. I squat to the floor at his level, grab him by the throat and his cock and balls clenched tightly with the other hand. I feel his cock get hard again and slap it lightly through his shorts. "that's a good boy", I tell him, $45. he winches but I notice his shorts get wet, his little dick started to get drippy. I spit in his face and tell him how disgusting this is. I let go of his throat and start to walk, stopping a few paces to pat My thigh to call My dog. I reclined in My chair and waited while My pet nervously fidgeted on his knees in front of Me. the bartender came a few moments later with My drink, telling Me that it was on the house before retreating back to the bar. now relatively alone, I lit a new clove, and instructed My ward to remove his last shred of clothing, and with it, his dignity, $50. I squat down in front of him, still smoking, blowing smoke in his face and pull out his genitals, exposing them to the air and spit on his cock. I hold his balls in My hand and instruct him to stroke his cock, while I continue to blow smoke in his face, spit and ash on his cock, $55. he is easily excited and I can see he may cum soon so I squeeze his balls until the pain Dominates the pleasure of orgasm. he keeps stroking but whimpers and curls into himself. I let go and stand, only to kick him in the balls, it drops him to the floor. he gasps as he falls and clutches his wounded testicles. I order him to remove his shorts or I will kick him again and again. he doesn't move quickly enough and I kick him in the chest, then I kick his legs apart to prepare a ball-busting he will be sure to remember. he sees this and quickly removes his last shred, saying he will do whatever I want, $60. I sit back in My chair and casually drink while he recovers, saying nothing. after a moment, I gesture for him to come closer, and start to stroke again. he must work past pain, but quickly I see his desire to cum again, he looks up at Me and stops himself, he learns quickly, $65. I ask him how badly he wants to cum, he is almost desperate, so I have him continue the process of stroking and stopping until he can think of nothing but his need to release as I relax and use his torso as a foot rest. at last he is shaking and tense and is so sensitive that I could blow on his cock and it would erupt. I instruct him to sit up and I look deeply into his face, then start slapping him. both hands and sharp. at first he is taken aback and doesn't understand, then protest and at last becomes sullen, but his cock is still hard. I keep slapping him until he starts to cry and his cheeks become wet. now My last command of him, $70. I tell him to lay on the floor, his cock pressed against his stomach and his flesh on the sticky and filthy ground. he rests there as I take off My belt. I order him to start grinding on the ground, rubbing his cock against the filth. sadly at first and then more excitedly he takes to his task, thinking at last I will allow him orgasm, $75. when he starts to moan I start to strike him with My thick leather belt. I command him to keep going, the disgusting floor loves him. he yells out when I hit him, but this quickly turns to moans as I rhythmically start to hit him on his ass, colouring it a deep red. he starts to beg, $80. I say nothing but listen to him beg and moan. his body starts to shake and his ass starts to bruise. as he cums I hit him harder and he pants into the floor. I stand and put on my belt after cleaning it with a napkin dipped in My drink. I reach down and grab his hair, informing him that he has one last thing to do for Me before I release him, $85. he must lick the floor clean of the mess he has just made. to improve the flavour, I throw the last of my drink which has now been watered down in the puddle. he dutifully nods and starts to lick up his mess. I relight My clove and finish it, watching to make sure he cleans it properly, $90. surely the flavours on his tongue do not mix well and I watch him retch, but continue to work. when he finishes, he collapses on the floor. I take the money out of his wallet, $95, throw it on the ground and walk over him, stepping on him as I make My exit. I stop at the doorway, put on My sunglasses and step into the sunlight, $100.

new year, new life, new country, new readers

I haven't written in the past year even though I have continued to actively participate in the BDSM lifestyle in both a professional and personal capacity. In the past year I have moved to Spain from NYC, engaged in sessions abroad and thus launching Myself into the international Domina world, and many delightful personal changes as well. I have visited dungeons located in both Spain (Studio Wanda, located in Madrid and Bilbao) and Germany (Avalon) to start a report with the lovely women who operate them and will visit them for sessions in the future. I have a new Macbook Pro so now I will have the ability to create more content, a new website, and expand My reach by creating profiles on the many lovely Domme sites throughout the world. It is not difficult to travel within Europe and if you desire a session with Me, only send Me a message and a trip potentially can be organised. I have an upcoming trip to Vienna the last week of February for My birthday and will delight in sessions had there. I also have a trip to Ireland at the end of April, with potential of visiting London and playing there afterwards. contact here for more details.