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Session policies and availability: week of February 3rd

Friday is here and I am still on the road. I know my loyal band of subs, gurls and painsluts are eager to come kneel before me when I get back to NYC so, here’s a little reminder about my session availability for the upcoming week:

24 hour notification before any session; 50% deposit required. You can read about my interests here. I look forward to seeing you upon my return.

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Beatings.

Lately, beatings occupy my mind. The consensual/non-consensual kind. From the moment I first picked up a flogger, pain toys and their usage have been a true fascination that never grows old. Contrary to popular belief, not everyone who comes to see me enjoys receiving pain; actually, most are rather scared of it. My favorites are those that ask specifically for what I have come to think of as a “fine beating”.

Taking time to secure you with ropes, cuffs, chains and the like is sometimes a necessary beginning. At others, I cherish the opportunity to simply order my subject of the moment to hold position over a spanking horse, onto the overhead chains or pressed up against an available wall. Previously making you choose from my arsenal of paddles, crops, canes, floggers and whips 3 items you most would like to feel me use on your skin. Of course, no part of the body (within reason) is off limits. Back, chest, inner thigh, palms, genitals, foot bottoms. A careful warmup with whatever draws my eye first.

Memorable beatings usually include my singletail, a treasured possession. Few are able to stay the distance with that implement and my arm which at times feels unstoppable. I leave horizontal marks ladders on one side of the back, verticals neatly arrayed along the other, just for giggles. Once warmup for me and my subject has ended, I work from top to bottom, neck to bottom of thigh mirroring those movements on the front. Constant check in to see the condition of my canvas while I slowly paint delicate red streaks from 3-4 feet away.

What’s this all about? I happily identify as a sadist, deriving pleasure from the administration of pain to others. Pain is my gift, a pure expression of my desire towards the one serving me whether that service lasts for the hour or a lifetime. It is the quickest method available to take you away from your ego, whatever keeps you from being your most elemental, submissive self. It is your willingness to submit to my desires and take that journey which completes the circuit.

All courtesy of the mutual gift of a beating.

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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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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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Passing thoughts of my slave

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I see you, my beautiful curvy smooth skinned slave, naked and roped to a point in the ceiling with arms over head, raised up just high enough so you are forced to stand tippy toe. A ball gag is placed between your lips forcing them open; drool streams steadily while it is strapped firmly to your head. I slip a vibrating egg into your equally dripping cunt, making sure it’s busily working. My partner and I exchange glances, then move into position; him pressing into your back, seating your ass on his thigh, allowing you to feel his hard cock while your legs are lifted and spread wide to facilitate my flogging breasts, pussy and the soft skin of inner thigh until you screams for mercy or permission to come…

…a smile crosses my lips.

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BDSM fiction – sissy’s First Visit (part 1)

As we spoke on the phone, her velvety tones were irresistable; that, my friends, sealed the deal. While I had initially been attracted by Mistress Martine Phoenix’s beautiful pictures and enticing interests, just listening to her voice put me over the edge. Dropping to my knees while still on the phone, I humbly begged to be her servant. She only laughed cruelly. “Silly boy, what can you possibly offer me?”

I told her of my five years experience in the scene, my skills as a writer and lastly, most importantly, of my desire to serve her! She paused as if in thought. “You can write? Perhaps I may have some use for you. What are your interests?” I hurriedly told her of my desire for humiliation and corporal punishment and how I wished to serve her. I told her of my experience as a houseboy and that if she but mentioned the word, I would be honored to cook and clean for her. Mistress Phoenix regarded me for a moment before answering, “I believe that I can use you. I want additional stories for my web site and you may be just the slave to provide them. However, I have no need for a houseboy.” She laughed as if struck by a sudden thought. “I can use a sissy maid, though; you DO like humiliation, don’t you? Well, here’s the deal, bitch: you come to me, pay for a session and I will begin your transformation into my sissy maid. You will write about your degradation and experiences while serving me. If you do well after the first session, I may make you my bitch. What do you say? You have thirty seconds to decide.”

The chance to be her sissy maid and write about it? Oh, the humiliation! Oh, the chance of a lifetime! I jumped at it, begging for the opportunity to be her property. Telling me to prepare myself, she ordered me to arrive at the studio no later than 6pm the following evening. She gave me directions and hung up the phone. I was trembling, scared, excited and totally elated. I prepared myself for my new life.

I found myself waiting to ring the studio buzzer at 5:55, arriving early to make sure there would be no mistake and could barely contain my excitement. The receptionist greeted me, “Mistress Phoenix will be with you shortly. Go into the dungeon, strip and call me when your clothes are folded neatly by the door. I would hurry, if I were you. Mistress Phoenix wants you naked and kneeling when she arrives.”

I followed directions and called the receptionist when I finished. She came, glanced at me and took my clothes. “These aren’t folded neatly, I assure you that Mistress Phoenix will be notified. Are you wondering what I am going to do with these? They will be shown to Mistress Phoenix in their current state. She will give them back to you if and when she decides!” With that, she walked out smirking. My humiliation had already begun.

From my lowly position, I heard the clicking of heels approaching the door. It opened. “You must be the new slave, writer and soon-to-be sissy.” I kept my eyes focused on the floor and was graced with a glance at her beautiful feet encased in her high heels. She ran her hand through my hair and slowly stroked the side of my cheek. Roughly grasping my mouth she squeezed and forced my head up. “Look at me! You won’t get the chance often, you lowly wimp. Tell me what you see!”

She was perfect, beautiful beyond words. However, I tried. “Mistress Martine Phoenix, divine Goddess! You are so wonderful, so beautiful. Your dreadlocks are perfect, your catlike eyes and full, luscious lips make me weak! And oh, Mistress, you have the body of Venus come to life. Please do what you will with me. I exist to serve you!”

Mistress Phoenix looked fantastic in her leather corset, black leather skirt and knee high leather boots; certainly the picture of a Goddess. One of her hands grasped my face, another carried a cruel cane. She slapped my face and told me to look down again. “Listen carefully, slave; I am going to lay down the rules that will govern your time with me. If you disobey my rules, you will be punished. If you forget my rules, you will be punished. From now on, your name is Babette, my French sissy.” She walked behind me. “Starting today, you no longer have a cock and balls, you have a clit.” She kicked me in my new clit. “I expect it to be shaved when you serve me. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will kneel on all fours when in my presence at all times, unless I give you different orders. When you kneel, your head and eyes will be kept down and your legs will be spread. When I say ‘up’, you will rise to your knees only. You exist to serve not only myself and my female friends, but anyone that I order you to.” She grabbed my face and allowed me to look at her again.

“Do you understand my rules?” I gasped that I did.

She moved behind me, “I understand that you failed to fold your clothes neatly. Let’s see, you have two shoes, two socks, panties, pants, a belt, a shirt and a watch. That’s nine articles of clothing and you will receive a stroke with the cane for each article. Count!” Her cane rose and fell nine times; I struggled not to scream. Next, I felt her hand softly stroke the welts she had made. “If I need to punish you for disobedience again, it will be two strokes instead of one. Now, thank me for correcting you and crawl to the table.”

Mistress Phoenix then strapped me to the bondage table face up. Walking away she cheerfully stated, “Babette, you lucky slut, I am going to give you plenty to write about today!”

To Be Continued…

La Domaine Esemar, September 17-24

Plans are in place for my extended visit to La Domaine Esemar, September 17th through the 24th (http://www.ladomaine.com/)! Situated very close to points in New York and Massachusetts, it is the oldest SM training chateau in the United States. I look forward to taking full advantage of their gorgeous, well-appointed dungeon, outfitted with a decadent collection of every type of toy this Domme could want.

My main areas of interest are bondage, corporal punishment and psychological control. I welcome polite requests from novice and experienced submissives, masochists and fetishists. Please read my session information page to get a better idea of how I like to play.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Toronto, June 22-26

It’s time for another visit! During this trip, double sessions are available with one of My favorite play partners, Master K. He is tall, fit, Scandinavian, sadistic and possesses a wicked sense of humor. With Our chemistry, forced bi and cuckolding sessions are definitely on offer.

Pre-booking is preferred and a nominal deposit required to reserve appointment time (accepted via Paypal). Visit the “Session Information” section for an idea of what activities make Me smile. Then, contact Me to begin the process.

I’m looking forward to it!

Same Day Sessions in Brooklyn – May 25

I couldn’t think of a better way to kick off the start of summer…spending some time with me at my Brooklyn studios! On Friday, May 25, from 11am until 9pm, sessions are available with 3 hours notice. If you are an experienced submissive, masochist, fetishist or new fish wishing to see what this is all about, here is a chance to become acquainted with my world.

Sessions I especially enjoy include elements of bondage (rope, leather cuffs, mummification), corporal punishment (canes, crops and singletails are favorite implements), humiliation, objectification, trampling, genital torture or maybe, just the chance to worship my perfect size 10 feet.

While I will be accepting appointments with short notice, pre-booking is always appreciated. Contact me at info@mistressphoenixjade.com for more information.

Mistress’s weekend – an offering from c.

This entertaining story was written as a present to me from one of my devoted pets.  Hope you enjoy it as much as I did…

Well, let’s see, just thought I would remind all my retainers how nice it is to be totally pampered and catered to.

I have just returned from a weekend in the country at one of my pet’s estates.  Not only did he send a limo for me but it came stocked with some delicious food to nibble and a bottle of champagne he had selected from his own wine cellar.  When I arrived at his manse, I was greeted by a beautiful female servant and relieved of my coat and bags.  A red ball gag in her mouth, clamps on her pert nipples and the smell of hot cunt in the air…I knew she’d come in handy later on.

Immediately, I make my way to the fully equipped dungeon, my thigh high leather boots with the five inch heels crushing the rose petals my pet had strewn on the hard wood floor, that lead me to him.

Ah… There are not many sights as delightful as walking into a dungeon and finding a pet waiting for you, on his knees in the kow-tow position, offering him or herself to their Goddess.

So vulnerable, so giving, so ready to receive my abuse…and what’s this I see…? Are those some drops of pre-cum that I detect, glistening in the candlelight on the floor directly below the purple head of his stiff cock?

That’s what I like to see, and what a fitting compliment.

This makes me so hot that I waste no time. Without saying a word, I approach him and stand with the toe of one of my boots next to where his forehead is touching the floor. He pants in anticipation and I can feel moisture between my legs. He knows that I am going to have him greet me by licking my boots, but I wait.

The anticipation grows. His panting becomes heavier. His cock twitches, and finally…yes there it is…another drop of pre-cum falls from his meat and hits the floor. I rub my leather clad toe in it and tell him to lick it off.

Breathlessly, he thanks me as his tongue laps up his juice. I raise the toe of my boot off the floor, rocking back on the heel and tell him to show me how hungry he is by taking as much of the toe into his mouth as he can.

He eagerly obliges, stuffing half my foot into his mouth.

Oh What Fun!!
Oh What A Sight!!

Now the fun really begins. I order him to his feet and tell him to take his place at the wooden X, facing the wall and to secure his ankles to it.

After locking his wrists in place, I select one of my favorite, custom made canes from the arsenal. This one has soft leather wrapped around one end, so as to prevent slipping from my hand. On the business end, a small hole has been drilled and a thin strip of leather has been slipped through it and tied in a loop, creating a small leather tassel, ideal for tormenting nipples and balls.

I instruct him to stick out his ass and prepare for my first swat. I wave the cane through the air… I love to hear it whistle, and it also keeps him off guard, never knowing which one is the one that is going to connect and then…WHAM!

The cane catches both his ass cheeks and he recoils and yelps his thanks. The burn is instantaneous and almost immediately I can see the welt starting to form.

I connect again, and again, alternating between his tender thighs and his lily white ass cheeks. With each swat to his ass I can feel a pulse in my clit, and I can feel it starting to push against my damp panties as it grows more stimulated and engorged.

I remember the femme slut upstairs, and with the tip of my cane, I press the button on the intercom, summoning her.

More blows are delivered with the cane and I start to dance around, teasing his meat with the leather at the tip of the wood. My pet writhes in delirious pain induced ecstasy as I continue to raise welts on his flesh, making it appear as if he has sat on some sort of red hot, psychedelic waffle iron.

I run my fingernails over his burning skin, tracing and aggravating some of the beautiful welts I have just created.

I unshackle him and have him lie down on his back. I tell him to move his ass around on the floor, further irritating the burning lattice work that I have created.

He moans and groans…how I love those sounds…
…and what’s this?

Why here is that girlslut, just in time. Her chest covered in her own drool, and her nipples throbbing from the clamps.

Right on cue she kneels before me and assumes the kow-tow position, displaying to me the juice running out of her glistening, shaved pussy and the plug inserted in her ass.

across the small of her back, written in garish, rubyred lipstick it reads:

“I AM A SLUT”

and across her ass cheeks,

“USE ME”

And I thought I was having fun already…

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Professional NYC Dominatrix, Mistress Martine Phoenix available for one-to-one sessions in New York City

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