Favorite Fetishes
I am quite infectious and addictive. I have an almost unnatural ability of seeping into your very psyche and embedding myself there. And you, you silly lil freak, you will worship me for it. I will find your deepest darkest secret buttons and whimsically push them... sometimes in rapid order. I really enjoy and am well versed in light to moderate BDSM, corporal punishment, CBT, body worship, and forced fem, extreme to light EROTIC humiliation and Teasing and Denial, light breath play, electro play, and I totally get off on male chastity and masturbation/orgasm control. Rest assured you lil hand humper, I will find your triggers and spin that gun of yours effortlessly on my finger... dangling you by your trigger. Squeezing one off at will... my will. Utilizing any and/or all of these (and more) fetishes or as I like to call them "weapons", to achieve my objective. Which of course is complete subjugation and manipulation of only the most worthy playthings. Used completely for nothing more than my entertainment and pleasure.
I often get asked what's my favorite fetish, and well that's one of my least favorite questions because I have so many interests, I just know I'll leave one out. I guess if had to choose just one, since my FAVORITE aspect of the whole D/s dynamic, is the psychological... I'd pick the "mindfuck". I hear tale I am quite good at it. Dominance and submission is the most fulfilling component of the BDSM lifestyle for me, so above all it is important that we connect on a spiritual and/or emotional level. You need to be willing to lay before me, open, vulnerable, and malleable.
Taking something you are extremely afraid of and using it to control and excite you, thrills me. Ignoring those same old tired fantasies of yours and opening you up and making you crave fetishes of mine, is one of my most proud accomplishments. Teasing you and preparing you for the most explosive orgasm ever, and then while we both teeter on the edge of orgasmic bliss make you choose between your orgasm or mine, absolutely ground shaking. Getting you super aroused and then whispering nonsense in your ear and making you respond intelligently to questions that have no possible answer is a fun exercise... for me, anyway.
This brings us to another of my favorite fetishes... teasing and denial. Possibly more accurately put "orgasm control". If psychological domination is the destination, then the control of one's orgasms is the expressway. To take control of something as primal and basic as sexual release, masturbation, and arousal is an extremely powerful experience. It is one I revel in and I will do it with grace and style in a manner making you wonder how you ever had sex any other way. And I will show you a whole other sex life, the one you've always felt was just beyond your grasp.
It will be as if I have turned back time, making you feel alive again. I will tease your libido into overdrive and hold you there, stretching your limits for my own amusement. You will experience longing and need for another like you remember feeling way back when. And the erections and ejaculations you'll experience while under my control will be like no other. This orgasm control training will undoubtedly spill over, positively, into your daily life. With me guiding and instructing your masturbation sessions, I will help you build stamina, which is the most common complaint women have about sex with men. Women typically complain that men cum too quickly, not taking the time to fully engage them in the sex act, leaving them frustrated and unsatisfied.
Erotic humiliation is a skill I am rather surprised to have become quite proficient at. I remember a handful of years ago when I started out in this industry of virtual sex, back to my first sph, or small penis humiliation call. Poor guy, I kept telling him how size isn’t REALLY as important, not nearly as important as dedication and desire to please. I went on and on about how he could find other ways, better ways to please her, which was probably even more frustrating. He wanted that kinda stuff WITH comments and jabs about how he has no other option since he could NEVER satisfy a woman with just his dick. He wanted faux encouragement peppered with piercing snide comments and laughing. Lots of laughing.
Now, I know.
Humiliation is such a subjective term. What one person might find humiliating, another might find an honor. An intended “term of endearment” from my lips, could possibly be interpreted as humiliation. It is because of the subjective natural of the fine line between humiliation and degradation, I find that this dynamic is one that deepens proportionately to the depth of the connection between the two players. The more I know you, the more expertly I can push the precise hot buttons.
Maybe those hot buttons are my feet and/or the shoes/nylons I slide these stems into. Or maybe you were thinking a little bit more north? Like if we kept traveling up the back of my leg, past the ankle, the knee, up past where the thigh turns in… is that it baby? I that the spot you can’t get enough of? That magic place where thigh becomes fleshier and turns back outward, is it my ass? Or maybe even more simple than that. Maybe we don’t even have to get naked. Maybe you’re one of those special little freaks that get all swelled up over the thought of satiny stretchy panties, maybe even slightly stinky worn panties. Are you baby? Are you a hamper hound? No? Should we keep traveling north, up and around to my beautiful full breasts, is that what you want? I know you do. Who can blame you? I know I’ve ALWAYS dug the view from up here. I am so proud of my breasts and the power I have spent most my life aware they hold over boys. It’s been fun on more than one occasion to bend down slightly and wave my hand, “uh hello”, I say, standing up, “I’m up here, hi”. And I of course have drawers full of super sexy and ornate bras to accentuate and display such treasures. Or maybe it’s my eyes, or my lips, or my hair… more likely it’s ALL of me. I am a Goddess, and you will BEG to worship me as such.
Sure you say you worship me and you’ll do whatever I want to prove it? You say you’ll wait as long as I want, lay there and let me doing anyfuckingthing I want to you? That’s really sweet babyboy, but with this pretty purple rope, you don’t have any other choice, do you? I remember way back in Kindergarten when Shawn M and I would play Superman and Wonder Woman under the jungle gym. I had NO idea what a lasting impression lassoing and tying cute little freckled face Shawn is up too these days and if he still like to be tied up?
I never realized how much I was going to enjoy bondage until he discovered my boy suffers from “vincilagnia” or arousal from bondage. Once I realized how easily I could thrust him into subspace, often at the mere mention of our ropes, my interest grew exponentially. I have to admit, the sight of him bound tightly in our purple rope, cock bobbing involuntarily in the air, really makes me feel soooo sexy and in control.
Physical binds aren’t necessary, but can make enduring painful tease or torment sessions more comfortable. And sometimes a little bit of pain is necessary in what we do. Pain is our friend, it helps remind us that we are alive. It keeps us focused and grounded. It’s also an awesome “tool” to help reinforce your place in the grand scheme of things –here-.
Maybe you are a bad boy and need to be put over my stocking encased lap and spanked. Or maybe tethered to the cross and flogged to the point of welts. Maybe a few whacks with my handy dandy rattan cane will remind of what you are? This may be just the place to mention how currently, my absolute favorite toy is my violet wand.
It should be said, that ever since I started having intimate physical relationships with boys, I was intrigued by their genitalia. I have caused many a boyfriend to yelp due to my curious inspections. Always squeezing these, pinch that, tugging there, sticking things in here… then I found a boy that was into severe CBT/ball busting. I will never forget the time I made him cum while “jerking” his frenum and telling him to squeeze his balls “tighter”.
Mmmmmmmm there is absolutely nothing like the whimpering, moaning, pleading, and yes even sobbing, a boy does while I am having my way with him. It’s an interesting dynamic that transpires in those moments when he breaks form and begins to squirm… instead of inspiring mercy, it spurs me on. His moans and groans are my muse, and I create a beautiful chaotic symphony, his body my instrument.
And you know this is how it’s suppose to be. You were born to suffer and ache. I was created to control and break. What a pair.
