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Ideal service, 24/7.

You know how important service is to me and you want to be my slave. That’s not a position I take lightly. You will be expected to be impeccable in everything you do and, of course, there is a routine I’ll expect you to follow. Listen closely and pay attention.

Are you prepared to sleep on my floor, chained to the foot of my bed? After I unchain you, position yourself at my feet and worship them thoroughly while I lounge, planning my day. Breakfast is always your concern; acquaint yourself with the foods I like best and make sure they are constantly cooked to perfection. Once the kitchen is cleaned, everything put away in its proper place, you will be properly hydrated with a heavy stream of my golden piss. You’ll make sure to swallow every drop.

Is it necessary to emphasize that your service will involve being firmly in chastity? I didn’t think so. Any slave/pet/toy of mine would never be allowed to have control over such delicate body parts. You would be firmly locked away at my whim and pleasure. Doesn’t that make drawing my bath and viewing my exquisite body while I soap lather soak rinse moisturize all the more agonizing? Knowing you could only look (again at my whim) and never ever touch? Maybe hooding you would be a mercy.

If I have no activities requiring your services as a chauffeur, you will be fitted with a butt plug and set to cleaning my home from top to bottom while I conduct whatever business I deem necessary. On occasion, I will use you for target practice and keeping sharp with my favorite implement of the day. You always sport some physical mark emphasizing my control. Stripes from my cane, streaked kisses courtesy of my single tail. Even without the collar around your neck, your skin will burn with the evidence of my desires.

My dinner will be cooked and served exquisitely by you with every attention to detail. While I enjoy the fruits of your labors seated at my table, you will partake of scraps served to you out of a dog bowl, kneeling at my feet. The end of the evening will see you secured once again to the foot of my bed, in preparation of the rigors and pleasures of the next day.

Is all of that clear? I require service of an excellent caliber, from one whose mind is completely devoted to the task. Many fantasize about such a position, but few, very few, are suited to executing it to my standards. Let me know when you are ready.

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

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