email thread of death

I have found that I always want to explore more, experience more, be more and this puts Me on the path to pursue the strange, difficult, unheard-of and weird. I often put up Domme ads stating that I want to do the bizarre. I try to not create multiple email exchanges as this is normally the habit of people that do not follow through on sessions, but the odd requests often need more conversation. (-will be My thoughts while reading and composing emails)

fatalist: I'm trying to get with a girl who can be very violent. If you can do it, I need you to suffocate me and go all the way with it, like hanging in a noose or using a plastic bag. Get back to me if you can set this up. I'm willing to give whatever is needed.
-I love being violent, let's do it! I get that he's asking Me to kill him but know that this individual perhaps can benefit from an empathic ear that can guide him towards healing or help or perhaps a session that would accomplish that. Also people that have sessions with Me that engage in suffocation, edge play or murder role play find them to be therapeutic and help them with pain they are feeling. so this is My intention when someone contacts Me about killing them. Also I find it incredibly thrilling and arousing to see the fear on someone's face as I strangle them. 

Domina: To book a session you will need to send a deposit https://cash.me/$DominaTyphoon along with a few days/times you are available. I am quite practiced with suffocation and edge play. 

-truth! show Me you are serious.

fatalist: I am specifically looking for a fatal outcome. I'm not sure it's safe for you to have me make a deposit for that, but if you are willing to do it I can send some.

-there is already a record of our interaction silly, a deposit isn't that much further. he does not understand that contacting a Domme or sex worker to kill you is not something a bright and stable person does. why would anyone think that was an ok thing to do? let's see how far this goes and keep it professional.

Domina: you are not the first person to make this request. I know what I'm doing. Since you won't need it anymore, send a large chunk of what's in your bank account as a deposit. If I find it sufficient I won't ask for more. Then we will set up a place to meet. 

-If he sends it, he's very serious and will tell Me how to handle further interactions with him. If he doesn't, its because the gravity of what he's asking Me might have hit him. 

fatalist: Can we do an in person public meet first? I've been burned so to speak by others who have said they were willing, but wanted money first when we had only spoken online.

-Of course we can meet first, I never have problems meeting people.

Domina: That is quite common. Dominatrix are professionals just as is a doctor or lawyer. If you are hesitant in paying a deposit to one, you should know that the respected and vetted ones will expect it. Make sure they have an online presence if they ask for a deposit. I have a website, blog and twitter for example. If you want to meet first, we can do so. I have consultations with new clients. The fee is much lower but must be paid for in advance, the fee is $50. Its up to you. If you choose to book Me for either a session of finality or an initial consultation, send a deposit to the link I provided in an earlier email and send Me an email with days and times you are available to to set up an appointment. 

-Its important to be professional. I didn't hear back from this gentleman but he is now better informed on how to evaluate and pursue time with a Domme (and now so do you).

Fetish Fashion

I have always loved fashion and means of counter-culture expression. fashion expresses who we are whether you make conscious decisions about who/what you wear or not. If you are not into fashion its because perhaps you do not understand the ability it gives you for creative expression, how you can socialise with others and the respect other give (or don't) give you. In photos or videos the Dominatrix costume has certain main points and materials that help you visually understand her role. you see a woman in that costume and you obey, you submit because the clothing compels you, it amplifies feminine power without her having to even look at you. likewise women that work in powerful positions wear particular garments that visually communicate to you that she is power broker, with no conversation needed. BDSM for better or for worse has come into the main stream. more people are aware of its presence, are engaging in its practices or trying their hand at the respected sex worker role. I've noticed as well that key materials such as leather and latex are finding their way into no fetish clothing lines. I've decided that because of My passion of expression and lifelong love of kink and fashion, I'm going to start another blog in addition to this one illustrating lines, companies, looks, and individuals that display and create "fetish fashion" or are indeed "fashion fetishist" for this new blog I will accept contributors from all over the globe and different walks of life. send a letter of interest with an article proposal to My Domina email: claudiatyphoon@gmail.com

Latex fantasy

I had this fantasy pop in My head and I only need a few things to accomplish it: a willing and delightful slave(s), a vac-u bed, lots of lube, a full latex suit for Me, 500 in tribute, german setting.

I imagined putting My slave into the bed and slowly deflating and taking all the air from it so the rubber is skin-tight, only a mouth piece to breath. After My body has been completely covered and My latex oh-so-shiny, slithering over my slave like a snake, running My fingertips over every crevice and curve, pressing My weight into them and rubbing latex on latex, fully lubed. I think it would be so sexy.

the future is now

I've had a lot of life changes since last I've wrote but since I am in pursuit of a life of constant learning and thus elevation/evolution, I doubt there will be much pause to reflect. I observe that as I age I will slow or develop the patience required for documentation but until that date I shall be sporadic and free to eclipse projects, events, spaces of time. 

let's reflect upon time together.

In your life compiled of moments you may live the life you desire. A rich one full of experience and knowledge. you may wallow in misery and incompetence. whatever your subconscious child is playing at, you are the theatre of youthful play. so expresses your sexuality, reward and punishment systems. The expression of sexuality aside from masturbation is not a singular sport. Most of you are not leaders in your sexuality. you want to be cherished and used in a way in which satisfies the other. depending on your life experiences, the activity that best communicates this to you differ. Herein lie the value of the Dominant. the Giver, the Leader, the Lover, the Nurturer, the Boss. The person who knows how your satisfaction is best expressed. This is a valuable skill. Dominants are wise and know their value, they expect compensation, resources. Their time is a commodity. They have a happy and fulfilling life without you, any of you, all of you. Their time should not be wasted because they use it for your benefit, the benefit of all. The wise Domme, as is a Domme who exist for large breathes of time with this self-labeling; knows that a gift, a tribute must be received in equal value to the skill used. 

In the winter, I will travel to France, and in Marseille I will torture a man as if I suspected him of 16th century witchcraft. He could easily bleed to death. This is all for his psychosexual pleasure. I will do it, I will find a kind of satisfaction from it, I will not do it for less then the amount I desire. I will not compromise My value for the satisfaction of another. This is the manifesto in which a strong Woman asserts herself. This is why strong Women must always fight and struggle. there are few places in the world in which a Woman does not receive strong societal pressure to compromise herself, her sexuality and any other resource that can be gleaned from Her. I will not compromise once I have established a boundary. I will be an example of strength and in time, the struggle for Women to have command over their own lives will be trivial as all humans become equal and self-aware. Until this science-fiction fantasy becomes reality, I will emulate the role of Goddess in the mythologies we all create and live. A Goddess that expects tithes, our pleasure will be equally met by your slaving for your Master. you work hard for My benefit, this pleases you. My luxury, your suffering. I am beautiful and bold, you are weak and without impact. when you give your income to your Goddess, she sees you. She beams at you upon high and for a moment you bask in her radiance. we all work for these moments. these moments in time in which we are one. 

pursue our time together. 

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.