Road Trip! Philly, D.C. and Baltimore

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Like Willie Nelson sings in his famous song, “I just can’t wait to get on the road again”.

I adore road trips. Not too much beats sleeping/playing/generally being bad in hotel rooms, starting out driving at the crack of dawn to beat traffic, eating in roadside diners and checking out the art and the local color where ever I end up. I’ve spent lots of time traveling throughout Ontario, Canada over the past 3 years and while I love the Great White North and feel very excited about my next visit, it is time for me to pay some much needed attention to points south, specifically Philadelphia, PA, Washington, D.C and Baltimore, MD from January 27 to February 2, 2014.

Advance appointments and deposits are definitely required and the interest I receive from subs/slaves/fetishists/masochists in these 3 locations will determine the length of my stay in each city. I feel excited to bring rope, TENS unit, CBT/NT toys and various whips canes and crops as the contents of my toybag. Tall heels, leather, latex, lingerie and stockings are part of my wardrobe.

I am also looking for video slaves for clip filming purposes. To make inquiries, contact me at info@mistressphoenixjade.com. To book an appointment, begin

See you on the road!

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See Mistress Cook!

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As a Mistress, I feel it is important to have a healthy body, something for others to aspire. Anyone who knows me, knows how much I enjoy food and fine dining. They also know how important I feel it is to eat organically with limited exposure to conventional, pesticide laden, GMO free “choices”. It feels so unfortunate that eating well has become an out of reach goal for such a hugh segment of the population.

A few months ago, I had the opportunity to spend some time with my dear friend, Mistress Blunt, catching up, shooting wonderful pictures, and, best of all, testing out her recipes. It is pleasing to note that Blunt is very much an advocate for healthy eating, which definitely makes me a willing guinea pig whenever she wishes me to be one. That particular afternoon’s offering was a lovely spicy shredded salad with edible flowers. The end result was almost too lovely to eat, however, once I got started there was no stopping! Check out her post with pictures of yours truly along with the easily recreated recipe here.

Keeping my sexy figure slim and trim is of paramount importance. Thank you, Mistress Blunt, for gifting me with a tasty way of keeping it nourished!

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Hello, Toronto! I’m Visiting August 28-30th

Rummaging around in the dusty recess of my draft files, I was pleased to locate the following long-lost snippet. Written a bit over 1 year ago, just after my arrival back in NYC from a long sojourn in Toronto, Ontario. It’s kind of serendipitious finding this writing, since I have begun my initial arrangements to head back to my favorite Canadian city in a few short weeks…

I’ve very recently returned from 7 weeks (52 days!) carousing in my adopted city of Toronto and secluded at a cottage somewhere in Wellington County, Ontario. 7 weeks mostly without internet access, barely any connection to New York and the outside world, for that matter. It was easy to become immersed in the world I gradually created: sessions in beautifully appointed hotel rooms throughout the city, late nights watching the moon rise over Toronto Harbor, visits to museums and Queen Street’s art galleries, sailing on Lake Ontario, wonderful meals and excellent company, and slaves traveling to my somewhat isolated country environs with gifts of orchids and stout for introductions and eventual service and correction. Since arriving in midtown on Friday, it’s been rather surreal readjusting to the tempos of my hometown…

I feel so very excited to get back and lay eyes on the CN Tower and my other favorite haunts at the end of August! There are quite a few fetish parties I’m planning on attending, as well as just enjoying the amazing food found throughout the City (Chinatown here I come!). Upon my arrival, I will be staying in a lovely suite in the heart of Toronto, near all major TTC lines. Session requests getting a gold star and causing me to skip with delight include:

* genitorture
* bondage/mummification
* objectification
* slave/slut/pet training
* corporal punishment
* verbal/physical humiliation
* manhandling, beatdowns, light wrestling
* smothering, trampling, ballbusting
* discreet public outings

Of course, deposits are necessary to reserve time on this trip. To begin the application process, access my contact form and fill it out in its entirety. I love the play partners I’ve come to know and enjoy in this lovely city and look forward to meeting more. Make sure to book; my time is limited!

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Kink and Tennis: a fortnight of Wimbledon fantasies

I usually have kink running in my head. As would be expected from someone who traffics in sexuality and deviance, there is some type of twist involved in my everyday thoughts, which makes for interesting viewing of vanilla events. My love of tennis is no exception.

For years, I’ve kept up with tennis through watching the Grand Slam tournaments, my favorite of which is Wimbledon. This is an event rife with strict adherence to etiquette, which governs every aspect. There’s something about the tradition of this very special championship which has always appealed to me, a former Anglophile and royal watcher. I thoroughly enjoy this athletic event which seems to be one of the last not to be overwhelmed with advertiser come-ons emblazoned on the playing field, where civility and gentility take precedence over the rough boorishness which characterizes sports in 2013 and even players’ outfits call to mind another time, another world.

The fantasy I enjoyed for the fortnight of the most recent tournament centers around punishing the loser of that day’s marquee match right on the emerald green of the lawn playing courts. This Domina with a long-time interest in Britain’s class structure, eccentricity and kinkiness would enjoy the comfort of the Royal Box, dressed cool and comfortably in white dress and heels, rattan cane leaning against my chair. While I indulged in strawberries and cream, sipping from a crystal flute of champagne, the players would push themselves even harder to win, knowing that the loser would be subject to 2 of my best sets of six. These thoughts have certainly made for interesting viewing, taking into account the big name players that have been losing left and right. Imagine, Roger Federer wearing stripes from my cane!

 

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My tennis whites!

Of course, the more I think about it, my kink-laden approach to tennis has more in common with games at the Roman Colisseum rather than the tournament at the All England Lawn Tennis Club. However, keeping in mind certain British predilections for punishment, my fantasy may not be too off the mark.

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Thrice Screwed Cock Ring by Sex and Metal: a review

I love CBT. My pleasure in taking control of my male subjects in such a direct and efficient manner is no secret. Although fingers, feet and teeth are always wonderful methods of torture for that particularly sensitive area, I am always looking for toys and devices to augment my imagination and expand possibilities. So, imagine my glee when I stumbled upon Sex and Metal’s website and their selection of cock rings.

As indicated by the company’s name, metal is a primary material for their devices. I just had to try out one of their lovely pieces for myself and requested “The Thrice Screwed Cock Ring”:

 

My new favorite torture device

My previous experience with cock rings was either a single piece of metal of varying width which was worn around the base of the genitals, encircling cock and balls or many slim metal rings attached on a leather thong used to trap the penis (i.e., 9 Gates of Hell). As much as I love the idea of those, reality was always very disappointing. After the initial difficulty of getting my subject into the device, which, on occasion was a torture session in and of itself,  they always seemed to be nothing more than decoration (this is, of course, from my perspective. I’m sure a bottom wearing the items in question would have a very different idea of heavy pieces of metal hanging from their genitals than “just decoration”.) Not so with this one!

I couldn’t stop caressing the cock ring when it arrived in the mail 2 short days after I made my request. My imagination totally kicked into overdrive the moment I opened the shipping box. Its metal is smooth, no rough edges any where, beautifully joined and pleasingly heavy. As clearly shown in the picture above, in addition to the expected rings to be placed on your willing victim, my eyes especially lit up at the 3 screws strategically placed just where the penis’s corona would end up. Playtime couldn’t come soon enough!

As I found over the course of my experimentation was how easily it slipped on, a far cry from my and my sub’s usual struggles to fit an erect penis into a series of unforgiving metal rings. I was able to secure it further to the body with the use of hemp ropes, making sure shrinkage/slippage didn’t interfere with my plans, integrating it easily into my bondage. I especially loved how easily the screws held my area of interest in place. Smooth threads made for easier pressure application at very specific points; fun to manipulate.

The best part, though? Easy conductibility of electricity. Not having a violet wand at my immediate disposal, my TENS unit served a purpose. Who would have thought that conductor pads wrapped in strategic places could have such a huge effect? I look forward to more experimentation in this area.

In all, I recommend “The Thrice Screwed Cock Ring” to anyone that enjoys quality craftsmanship, versatile design and a wicked new twist on the old. It feels easy to anticipate that this CBT device and newest addition to my toybag will be getting lots of use in the near future.

Many thanks to Jolyon at Sex and Metal for letting me try this out!

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Fiction: a slut for Phoenix

You, the Goddess of my dreams, who is, in fact, the Goddess of my reality, instruct me to be at a certain address at a certain time. i do so because i am a slut and i belong to Goddess Phoenix.
Once i am escorted into the dark room where i am told You are waiting for me, i immediately disrobe and assume the kow-tow, in a show of respect and total subjugation to You. The flesh of my body that belongs to You trembles down to the core of my being as i await the deep, burnt honey tone that is Your voice, and Your first words. You let the tension build to the point where i wonder if You are even in the room and then You speak.
“We are going to hit the road today, pet. We are getting on that highway heading north to visit some friends of mine. I am feeling especially deviant today; here is my plan.”
You stop, apparently distracted for a moment, i can’t tell as i am still with forehead to floor, and then You resume speaking…
“Oh my! Look at that. I appear to have formed a wet spot on my black silk panties, just thinking about what we are going to do today! Can you believe that, pet? Would you like to come over here and see, for yourself, hmmmm? No need to answer, I know what a greedy slut you are. Stay where you are. Let’s see how wet they get while I get you ready.”
(at the edge #1)
You tell me to put on my sluttiest black stockings, the fishnets with the seams. Remembering that one of them has a run, i tell You so and You laugh and say how appropriate that is because.
“i am a slut and i belong to Goddess Phoenix.” i reply
When i have finished putting on the stockings, You tell me to approach where You sit on Your throne. Kneeling at Your feet, presenting my nipples to You i bask in Your heat with the smell of leather from Your gloves, boots and corset mixed with Your most secret scent enveloping me, completely intoxicating.
You lean forward and take a a nipple in each hand and start to tease, pinch and torment them. You reach down with one hand and ping the tip of my prick with Your thumb and forefinger and my body shudders. You tell me that You are going to make me up just like Liza Minnelli in “Cabaret” with the cute little mole, when she most definitely was hot. Then i am going to put on the black dress You have picked out for me and the patent leather fuck me pumps. Finally, i will be plugged with a remote controlled vibrator and nipple clamps will be attached to my already screaming tits, beneath my black bra, and we are going  to drive up to Your friends with me continually bringing myself to the edge.
(at the edge #2)
Once i am prepared, You don Your finest jodhpurs, white linen blouse and black velvet riding jacket. Tall boots along with black leather riding gloves complete Your ensemble and we are off  for the the car. Approaching the passenger side door, i hold it open for You to get in. You laugh.
“How do you expect to keep yourself at the edge during this ride? Not while driving! certainly not while I am in the car! Get in. I will be driving this time.”
As we get onto the highway and i near the edge yet again, You start to explain…
“Have you ever ridden in an eighteen wheeler pet? You see those guys have a very interesting view from up there. When you ride in a car you really don’t think about it because, well you just don’t think what their perspective might be. But if you ride up there you discover something very interesting. As you pass a car and look down…the only thing you can see, because of the angle, is the lap of the person in the front seat. You can’t see their face, because it’s blocked by the roof, or even their chest really, because it’s usually blocked by the door frame, unless they have the seat way up front. It’s really quite amazing how all you see is the crotch, very clearly, unobstructed, but just the crotch. So. Pull the meat that is attached to you, but belongs to me, out of your slutty, pre-cum soaked panties and hike that dress up.”
Now, every time i pass a semi, you know what that trucker is going to see? He is going to see my slutty pet, jerking his cock to the edge.”
You smile broadly and laugh in delight as You start to pass the first Freightliner. Your cock is leaking and swollen as You pull alongside the huge machine and let the guy in the cab have a good look, and then You are past him. You set the car at cruise and tell me to light up some smoke for You. as You puff You explain that there are many, many truck stops and rest areas between here and our destination. You tell me that those truckers talk on their CB’s like old ladies, because there’s nothing else to do, and pretty soon, every rig on  this road is going to know  to look for this car, and maybe it would be very amusing to You, deviant Goddess that You are, to pull over at one of these rest areas and have me get out and go see if any of these truckers “need anything.”
My nipples ache, my butt filled and vibrating, my cock dripping and swollen, we start to overtake another semi as i find myself…
at the edge #3
After what seems like hours of driving, we arrive at an old stone house, deep in the woods somewhere upstate. You shut off the engine. The inside of the car smells like hot cunt and as i look down at my lap, i see that my panties and the tops of my stockings are stained with the pre cum that has been oozing from me for the whole ride. i have been to the edge so many time that i have lost count. i feel somewhat delirious.
You explain that we are going to enter the ‘Inn” and after brief greetings, if any, we are to proceed to Your room, where i will assume the position on the floor on my back. Once You have relieved yourself, we will then proceed to the greeting room to meet our Hostess. From the moment we enter the main house, i will be on my knees, following You, with my eyes trained on Your ass, and nowhere else, unless instructed to do so. As is expected, i will be the perfect slave, abiding Your every command, and doing all You demand of me, without hesitation or discussion. You conclude by telling me that my body will be used as You see fit, and my holes are Yours to fill with whatever You desire.
Thanking You for the privilege, i inform You that i am
at the edge #3
…and You laugh. “Good! Get out, open my door and get the luggage.”
As i do so two naked slaves. naked except for the leather collars around their necks and the metal cages around their straining dicks, come out to assist with our luggage. As they approach i see that they both have clamps attached to their nipples with weights swinging.
Once in the room, i am on the floor instantly. Immediately Your panties are off and You are stuffing them in my mouth. They are saturated with Your cunt juice, and i suck the sweetness down my throat. You squat and then sit Yourself onto my face and unleash a torrent of the hottest, tastiest juice into my mouth. Gulping madly to swallow every job, i inhale deeply through my nose, which is buried in Your ass hole.
At the edge again, i remove my hands from my cock and work my nipples as my body convulses with the stifled orgasm. Finishing, You tell me to clean up any errant liquid that may be on Your cunt lips. i do so gently kissing and licking Your soft sweet labia.
You rise and, telling me to keep Your panties in my mouth, You attach a leash to my collar and You lead me out to the party.

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Feelings of Appreciation while in Session

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I love what I do. This particular thought occurred to me while in session recently. My subject was mummified, wrapped securely in saran wrap and duct tape from neck to ankles. I had performed CBT and NT, the aftermath of which were clover clamps weighted by 4g fishing weights attached to my subject’s nipples and a forest of clothespins emerging from just below his waist through an opening I had specially cut and prepared for this purpose. Ball gag forcing open his mouth, spandex hood erasing his features, I took pleasure in beating rhythms on his unprotected soles with the short cane used just for this purpose.

As I unfurled my favorite 3′ single tail, all the better to indulge my wish for giving this pain sissy a taste of my whip without actually causing any real damage, a laugh escaped from the smile already decorating my lips. This is my life. I have chosen to immerse myself in the art of BDSM and am fortunate that play partners of all stripes from all around the world have trusted me with their bodies, souls, secrets and consider me a safe space to pursue fantasies and examine real life. There most certainly are difficulties when one steps outside the accepted boundaries of society; this is not the place I wish to recount them nor the time. All I know is, I’m feeling a happy curiosity about what comes next on this fascinating journey.

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Fiction: Morning Golden Showers

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Not only had my Goddess woken up, but i could tell by the tone of Her voice that She meant business. Scrambling as fast as i could, all i could think was that maybe, just maybe She needed to relieve herself and since i was instructed to have my mouth open…would i be so lucky? Would i once again be drowned in the delicious, delectable, sweet golden shower of Goddess Martine Phoenix?

As i lay prone as instructed, i started to tweak and pinch my nipples causing my already concrete, stiff prick to twitch and jump. Knowing that i was probably leaking pre-cum, i reached down with one hand to gather the liquid and bring it to my lips, making sure to be very loud about it as i slurped it off my fingertips. i know my Goddess LOVES to hear all the noises i make, so i always make sure She hears what a slut i am for Her.

As She starts up Her favorite musical selections, and cranks the volume, i hear Her voice Her approval,

“That’s right My little slut, I’m sorry, My big slut…slurp it up!”

She laughs and dances over so that Her toes touch the top of my head. She towers over me.

i am at the feet of the Goddess, stretched out for Her to do as She pleases.

This is where i want to be always. It is all i think about.

my heart pounds. my fingers work the five days worth of abused flesh around my sensitive to the air nipples. my cock, rigid with veins bulging jumps and leaks and dutifully i lick the juice from the shiny head.

She laughs and smiling the most radiant of grins, orders me to close my eyes.

Just before i do, i swear i see a giant wet spot in the crotch of Her pink lacy panties. With my eyes closed, all sensations are heightened and my whole body, every molecule of it, feels like an exposed nerve. i can hear my Goddess dancing around me, i feel the heat Her body is throwing. Soon the air is filled with the heady thick scent that emanates from Her Sacred Cunt. i feel as if i am floating (yet again).

Her voice breaks my trance.

“You don’t look slutty enough. Put on those black stockings, the ones with the seam running up the back. And while you are at it, put that plug back in your ass and a pair of black panties to hold that plug in. Be quick about it.”

She punctuates Her last words with sharp thwacks on my ass with a beautiful riding crop, a gift from earlier that day. She luxuriates on the bed elegantly, a vision of royal hedonistic beauty.

Hosiery on, and ass plugged, i start to make my way back to my previous position, but my Goddess summons me to the side of the bed where She is and tells me to kneel. i do as i am told and the closer i get to Her the stronger the scent of Her gets, filling my head. The air is so thick, i feel i am swimming in it.

“Eyes here,” She commands, pointing to the sacred delta between Her legs.

The pink of the lace panties against the smooth, deep-chocolate hue of Her skin is absolutely breathtaking. i marvel at what i see and at how lucky i am to be able to marvel at it. i notice that, yes indeed, there appears to be quite a wet patch, so wet in fact it seems that the material is soaked through. my heart skips beats as Her aroma continues to fill the air.

i almost have a heart attack as, with one hand, She pulls the sodden material to one side, exposing Her swollen labia and engorged clit, looking slick, shiny and wet. With Her other hand, She inserts two fingers very slowly into Herself; the smell thickens. As She starts to withdraw them from between Her royal cunt lips She tells me to lean in closer. Her fingers are covered with Her thick juice and they glisten in the candlelight. i lick more pre-cum streaming from my cockhead.

my head pounds with intoxicating scent…feel as though i am six inches off the floor… and suddenly her fingers thoroughly coat my nose. It is so wonderful to be able to smell my Goddess with every breath i take. i tell her so and thank Her profusely.

“Back on he floor, slut! As you were!” She laughs. “I am full of piss and i am ready to burst.”

Oh my Goddess!! my heart races as i realize that i am about to be allowed to drink the nectar that flows directly from my Exalted Goddess, the Regal Martine Phoenix.

As i take my position, i resume the manipulation of my throbbing nipples. i can feel a wet spot forming on my panties and i slurp the pre-cum off my fingers, every breath i take filling my head with the scent of my Goddess. What nirvana!

She continues to gleefully dance around me. i am allowed to watch and thank Her for the privilege. She commands me to take myself to the edge by stroking my cock, to make sure i tell Her when i am there and then to resume playing with my nipples. Of course, under no circumstances, am i to cum unless She feels i deserve it and only then.

As i stroke my granite shaft, She tells me to hold it straight up and to keep my hand off the head. Still dancing, She picks up the crop and starts to swat at the shiny, purple tip of my prick. Alternating with swats to the tender flesh on my inner thighs, She giggles with delight at the series of red welts starting to rise on my flesh.

“Oh dear. Look at that, you slut.” She gleefully exclaims. “I seem to have picked up some of the mess that is leaking out of your meat on the tip of My crop.”

She holds it in front of my face.

“Lick it off, whore!”

my head feels as if it’s about to explode…both of them actually, as i take the leather tip in my mouth. The scent of the leather, the smell of my Goddess…

Now, She positions Herself so that She stands, straddling my head, looking down toward my feet. i am afforded the most spectacular view, looking up between Her legs at Her gorgeous ass. She starts to squat over my face and i feel as though i am about to cry from sheer happiness. As Her crotch gets closer to my face i feel heat as if a torch is moving closer to me. She stops with Her crotch inches from my face and i can see the material of her panties is so wet it could be wrung out. Her scent is so heavy i feel drunk.

“Close your eyes and keep your mouth open as wide as you can.”

Her voice is hypnotic and as soon as my eyes have closed, i sense Her standing and i have a split second to wonder and fear i have done something wrong, that She is leaving.

Immediately i am shocked as i feel her putting something in my mouth. It is Her soaking panties! She stuffs them in and resumes Her position over me. Her heat burns my skin.

Then it starts. While i have her panties in my mouth, my Goddess starts to let loose with Her hot, sacred piss. i gulp to drink it down as it soaks the material in my mouth. Now She lowers herself directly onto my face. my nose is pressed right up against Her; wetness covers my mouth. i do my best to swallow but now the stream of piss is heavier and coming out faster than i can swallow and i can feel it running out the corners of my mouth and down my neck.

As she rests herself on my face and continues to piss, She also continues the assault on my cock head and my inner thighs with the crop. At this point my body is convulsing with waves of euphoria as i drink the sacred nectar from the holy lips of my Goddess.

As the stream lightens, She rises off me and deliberately lets several drops of Her piss dribble onto my face, I feel some of the piss roll into my nose joining the other wetness there, adding to the already incredible aroma.

Her laugh fills the air as She steps away and looks down at me as i suck all the wetness out of the completely soaked panties as i profusely offer my muffled thanks for the honor of drinking Her pee.

“Thwak oo my Goddeth.” i chant over and over as if it is my private mantra. She takes a seat on the edge of the bed and tells me to entertain Her.

“To the edge. Three times.” She commands.

“Put on a show for me. I want to see you rolling around with that plug in your ass and my piss drenched panties in your mouth, stroking your cock like the dirty, slutty whore you are. I want to hear you begging me to cum, and maybe, just maybe if you convince me that you really want to cum, I will let you choke on my dildo before I shove it up your ass!”

Always wanting to do nothing but please my Goddess, i start to writhe around at the feet of this Divine Queen.

With the plug vibrating in my ass and the piss soaked panties in my mouth, i lie down on my back on the floor at the foot of the bed where my Goddess sits. The air is thick with Her scent and my balls are heavy with a week’s worth of cum.

i pinch one nipple with one hand while my other works my aching prick. i lasciviously hump my fist as Goddess squeezes more lube onto my meat and it glistens. The pre-cum is freely running out of my prick now and i continually gather it on my fingers and lick it off. Goddess loves this but expresses Her disappointment that i can’t manipulate both my nipples and my cock at the same time. Ever resourceful, She has me fetch the clover clamps and puts them on my nipples. She puts the chain connecting them in my mouth and tells me to keep my head tilted back to keep the chain taut.

Now, She is pleased!

As i squirm at Her feet, She takes great delight in swatting me with the crop. The insides of my thighs are beet red and burning like the sun. i profusely thank Her and tell Her how much i love it. Every time i reach the edge, where i am just about to cum, i take my hand off my cock and let Her know that i am there. Each time, She tells me to roll over and to stick my ass in the air. When i do so, She slaps me with Her open hand and pushes the plug against my perineum. When i roll back over there is more pre-cum to lick.

Now She takes the crop and slips it under the chain connecting the clamps and pulls up, stretching the flesh of my tits skyward. Of course, with the clover clamps, the tighter one pulls, the tighter they clamp. Tears of pleasure stream down my face and my body shines with sweat.

She tells me to roll over and show Her what a slutty ass hole i have and to fuck myself with the plug.

The plug feels incredible sliding in and out of my dilated ass while my ass cheeks burn. As i fuck myself i imagine it is my Goddess, with Her dildo strapped on, fucking me. Oh how i love when my Goddess fucks me with Her cock. i only wish She could fill my ass and my mouth at the same time.

She gets up off the bed and says,

“Oh dear, I seem to have left quite a wet spot on the bed! Get up here and lick up this puddle.”

Rising to my knees i see that She has totally soaked the sheet with a large amount of Her glorious cunt juice. As i feverishly lick it up (which is difficult with Her panties in my mouth) She puts Her hand on the back of my head and pushes my face into Her puddle smearing it all over my face. i thank Her again and again.

Now, She props up some pillows against the headboard and gets out Her pocket rocket. She tells me to come and stand next to the bed and while i continue to tease myself to the edge, i am to watch Her bring herself to orgasm. She works the vibrating toy over Her swollen, soaking clit and starts to moan. Time after time, i bring myself to the edge and then double over in torturous pleasure as i prevent my self from release until She gives the word. Knowing that She is going to have me eat my cum brings me to the edge faster each time.

Goddess loves to see me eat my own cum.

She momentarily stops and grabs a pair of 5g fishing weights and hangs one on each clamp. They sway and tug at my nipples as i jerk in ecstasy. She laughs at my state and moans in Her pleasure. All the sounds my Goddess makes are music to my ears. She tells me that She has brought Herself to the edge three times now and the next one She is going to cum and that when She gives the word i am to cum in my hand, catching every drop and then to lick my hand clean.

i let Her know that i am ready when She says and i can tell that She is near when her eyes roll back in Her head and She becomes very still. Low guttural moans emanate from Her mouth sounding like they are originating in Her cunt. As the moans become more frequent She growls,

“Cum for me slut. All that cum that you’ve been saving, let me see you licking it up, all of it.”

With that She starts to convulse, Her beautiful long legs kicking out in spasms of euphoria. Watching Her and hearing Her demands is all i need and my juice shoots out filling my hand with hot liquid. i bring it to my lips with Her still in the throes and proceed to lick myself clean as she reminds me what a slut i am.

Dropping to my knees in sheer exhaustion, i don’t stop thanking Her until i hear her instructing me to calm down and go clean up and then to resume my position curled up at her feet like a good pet.

I belong to Goddess Martine Phoenix.

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I scored “100% Sadist” – New York City’s Mistress Martine Phoenix

The term “sadist” refers to one who  practices  sadism, which is defined as:
1. The deriving of sexual gratification or the tendency to derive sexual gratification from inflicting pain or emotional abuse on others.
2. The deriving of pleasure, or the tendency to derive pleasure, from cruelty.
3. Extreme cruelty.
[After Comte Donatien Alphonse François de Sade.]
(from The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language)
I scored “100% Sadist” on this quiz, forever floating around the FetLife neighbourhood. Online quizzes don’t normally resonate. However, this one defined my outlines quite clearly. The sadist in me enjoys your discomfort. I laugh to myself, watching you squirm in humiliating positions at my feet. I feed off the electricity of your sensations in response to sharp kisses from my favorite whip.

Being a sadist is not only about physical pain. My senses are heightened by your frustration, teasing you unmercifully, toying with your desire. Sometimes, feeling your confusion and uncertainty is enough to get me going. I can easily sense the mental disarray created by distance, cool looks or subtly cutting words.

It’s almost scary, the pull I feel probing you, finding those tender areas, places I can worry at, setting you off balance. In my younger years, I tried to keep this need under wraps, the need to make my playmates uncomfortable in some way. I enjoyed completely altering the mood of a room, a palpable shift set off by some seemingly innocent remark, making everyone squirm. Now that I’ve grown up some, I am sought out for this tendency.

 

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photo by Victorian_Manor/Rigor_mortis, 2013

This behaviour is not usually accepted in women. Nurturing and schadenfreude don’t really go together. However, I don’t move in society’s usual circles; my pleasure in this existence is having the freedom to do as I wish and indulge in what pleases me. What a relief and comfort to inhabit a realm where I can express all facets of my personality to its fullest extent.

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Phoenix’s Friday fiction – Last Night In Fog With My Goddess (part 1)

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This written offering is part one of a somewhat fictionalized account of my recent trip to Portland, Oregon in the company of an eager and devoted pet of long acquaintance…

LAST NIGHT IN FOG
Oh it was foggy, just like you hear. Of course, i only know this from the brief forays into the outside world. Most of the time was spent inside at the beck and call of my Goddess, the divine Martine Phoenix.

After picking Her up at the airport with a vibrating plug shoved in my ass and chrome ring tight around the thickening meat between my legs, (Her orders, of course) we drive to the hotel. As i accelerate, She increases the amount of vibe for the plug in my ass. The faster i go, the more vibe She gives me…laughing Her delighted laugh all the while. As you might imagine i am moving as fast as i can to get us to the hotel and myself on my knees at Her feet. The buzzing increases to maximum.

i have to use all my concentration as She starts to unbutton my shirt to gain access to the clamps on my nipples that She has also instructed me to wear. Curling Her finger around the chain connecting the pincers, She tugs lightly and laughs Her throaty, wonderful, laugh of pleasure.

Once back at the hotel, She continued the onslaught on my nipples as if She had been thinking about it for the whole plane ride. The feeling was incredible. Kneeling at Her bedside, making those small sensitive knobs of flesh available to Her as she relaxed from Her flight, my Goddess immediately had my cock rigid and throbbing purple-headed. Soon, fresh drops of pre-cum started to ooze out the engorged tip, adding to the already dried layers that already were there from thinking about My Goddess all the time…

…and She instructs me that for the duration of our time together, whenever i sense or notice that pre-cum is dripping out of my prick, i am to gather it on my finger and lick it off, and make sure that i am a noisy slut about it.

i think it was at this point that She reached between Her royal, svelte, never-ending legs, gathered up some of the evidence of Her excitement on the end of Her fingers and proceeded to stick those sacred juice covered fingers up my nostrils…making sure to wipe any excess across my top lip just under my nose.
What heaven i was in. To inhale the essence of my Goddess with every breath…most intoxicating…yes. Dream inducing…quite.
That’s how it began.

Next up, next several hours of heaven/hell that my Supreme Goddess, The Esteemed, Martine Phoenix, put me through…

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