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.

Titles, titles, title......Boss, Master, Sir, My Lord. by Claudia Typhoon

remember when I signed the titles of My blog entries? then I stopped. did you notice? will you look for it now? will you wonder what the significance of that is? will you wonder why I pointed it out? See if your brain does anything interesting.

one of the most popular post I have on here was about Female Dominant titles. since then I have explored the possibilities of male titles, a query exposed upon writing that prior post. now, I think a male being called male titles has a different effect or behaviours associated with it than a Female such as myself being called male titles. so this is entirely the perspective of a female being called male titles.

Boss-I loved being called Boss. I had a cop client that turned me onto it. the power exchange was intense and intoxicating. It reinforces my strong desire to be in charge and make decisions. not just any decisions, but to make them quickly; analyze my options to maximize the desired outcome for all those involved. to think of the ramifications of all subsequent ripples made by that decision and to do all that in a matter of seconds. training one's mind to be this efficient can be tiring and needs lots of reflection and downtime. but damn is it a good feeling when you do it right.

Master makes me want to be cruel. to torment, to enslave a being. that is when I am aroused most by fear. its more cold than being a Domina. there is an element of intensity, its a playful and sadistic sexuality. a Domina toys more like a panther, tearing your throat out for fun after tormenting you for hours or even days. if it likes the way you move and the sounds you make. I love being a Domina. being called master makes me want to stamp out its breath, then fuck it while its helpless and ruin it with My cock while I beat them further. hoping that it is blood that lubricates my dick inside them. perhaps choke them out while I ram My cum deep inside.

Sir-if one desires elegance, may I suggest Sir. its simple and relaxed. the authority of this figure is not questioned. authority over oneself is given to a sir, not taken. they give direction as needed and will make efficient use of you. when you respond its always: "yes, Sir" or "no, Sir". you look at your toes, not at his face. a Sir is well-groomed, enjoys outdoor sports, polite in bed with the misses but likes very tawdry things in bed with his lovers. when a Sir punishes you, you deserve it and will have to win back his good graces. I feel very natural being a Sir. it is often my natural state of being.

My Lord-this is a fun one. I've only had one person call Me this and I thought it was the best. this title allowed Me to be every sci-fi and fantasy character I wanted to be. I have a very complex imagination so I have the best time playing out scenarios attached to it.

trying out slaves

you know, I think a personal slave would be great. really. take care of My every need as I attend to theirs. such a give and take, a loving, supportive dynamic centered on My needs and wants and their desire to satisfy them and taking every bit of torture I feel they need. just a lovely dream methinks. finding the right D/s dynamic takes a lot of work and can be very frustrating. I get more frustrated by trying to find a slave than the people I date. I take D/s dynamics very seriously. I've met 5 in the past week. the first I genuinely liked, as a person and he slipped so beautifully into a submissive way of being; but something was lost there with that newbie. the 2nd I have a great time objectifying and teasing, so we will see how it goes. also a newbie and I think he may be a bit overwhelmed even though greatly excited by My intensity. the 3rd did as he was told and we had a great time at public play; we shall see how it continues. the 4th I was very excited by. I was excited that the attraction and potential for intimacy was there and his enthusiasm seemed to meet mine; but he wants to pursue a vanilla existence. I do not extend My welcome to those that do not want it, we will never play, such a shame. the last was just a delight. a young artist, respectful, kind and into all sorts of kink, I think he will work out nicely. its a gamble for both Domme and sub alike. how much can I trust this person? how can we support each other? its a lot of energy and work but when it happens, its beautiful. I miss you ken. our dynamic was effortless. I think that's what we all search for in the people in our lives. BDSM context or not.

dear penis

dear penis,

be of a nice size if you will. I want to feel the pressure of you inside of me. I want it to hurt, cause I enjoy that kind of interior pain and stretch. I want to feel you in all my holes and I want you to want to be there, more than any other place. could you cum huge loads? on me, inside me, down my throat? I would enjoy that. if you aren't the size I desire, can I hurt it? I will. I'd like to hurt all penis. it makes me happy when you squirm and whine because I've hurt you. can I pierce it? I'd like that. I'd like to stick tons of needles in you and then lovingly fuck the ever-living shit out of your ass. if its small, like a clitoris, I'd like to be creative and verbally degrade you for your inferior waste of flesh that you were born with. penis, I'd like to order you to jerk off while you worship my feet and deny you relief; for hours. penis, I'd like your balls to be bound and sensitive and then slap the fuck out of them until you want to cry. I'd like to straddle your thighs and then fuck your cock with rosebuds, you know the type. can I use hot wax? I'd like that. I'd like it to coat you completely and then put a condom on it and have you take a sissy's pussy with it. I bet that would feel weird. tell me how it feels, won't you? and then, how about you and that sissy suck on each other's cocks? oh yes.....that would be nice.

regards,

Claudia Typhoon

today's session 2

hello there, want to read about behaviour modification, denial and foot worship? of course you do. let's go down memory lane to last wednesday, shall we?

an indian gent contacted me and as soon as he told me his interest I knew what to do with him. I wore my golden curls piled loosely on my head and a delightful shade of red lipstick. my long, tight, black lace dress exposed a satin green over-bust corset underneath, sheer black panties and my favorite pair of black stilettos on my lovely feet.

we started with a half-hour which he begged me to extend. I put him under eye-contact restriction with a punishment of being slapped in the face every time he dared to even sneak a look into my steel blue eyes. he was slapped often and then less as time went on. I made him do exercises, corrected his form and made him do extra when he did not do the exercise correctly or neglected to count out loud. meanwhile I sat on the throne, leaning forward, my legs crossed as I appraised him and dictated his actions. as our scene grew in intensity, so did my sharp nails dig into the tender flesh of his nipples with every failure performed. he whimpered and thanked me for making sure he was up to par and punishing him when he was not. after cleaning a cage for Domina Ariana Chevalier, I gave him the pleasure of sniffing my heels and giving the leather soft kisses, making sure that he asked permission for every act he desired. he sat humbled beneath me, excited about the opportunity to worship my feet and gave them many soft kisses, saying "thank you Domina" throughout. our time quickly ended and I commanded him to put his clothes on and leave. he begged me to let him stay, to let him touch himself, to stay beneath my feet. each booming no in response from me becoming deeper and more intense. he clasped his hands together in prayer, begging. "I'm so hard Domina, please." I told him that he did not look like much to me to which he dropped to his knees. I commanded him to dress. as he did I told him that I wanted him to suffer, I wanted him to think of me all the way home, I wanted it to hurt until he was able to release later on. he had a crowded train ride home and sent me a thank you email extolling my skill and his desire to see me regularly from now on. good boy.

travel plans

hello darlings. it is no secret that I am a lover of travel and lovely submissives donate to my travel fund. I'm going to start Dominating as I go. the first week of september I will be in berlin. after that I will spend a few weeks with my Spaniard lover, traveling about slovenia and croatia. I am entertaining meeting those involved in the BDSM scene in both countries. otherwise I will be having spectacular sex on a the beach of a small croatian island. then I will go to madrid, when I return to NYC I am going to start making plans to go to different U.S. cities, a new one each month. L.A., D.C., and atlanta are certainly on my list. I will post to my twitter when I have concrete plans for which cities I will be going to. see you soon.