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Hot Tub

There has always been something so relaxing about a hot tub. However, once you’ve had a personal Top Five climax in one, you’ll look at them differently. I now view them with bright eyes, damp panties and a delicious shiver running up my spine.

My hot tub experience happened at a swing club on a cold Saturday night in November.

I first met Victor at the bar; he was tall, dark, and obviously interested. How did I know this? He was dressed like every other guy at the bar, with a white towel wound around his waist, and locker key on an elastic band around his wrist. The “obviously interested” came from the tent in his towel about a foot below his waist. After some witty flirting and a dance or three, we decided to hit the hot tub.

Our playground consisted of four hot tubs, about thirty feet between them and arranged in a square, within a privacy-fenced outdoor courtyard. The frigid air forced a mad dash from the building door to our chosen tub. We then dropped our towels and got in the warm water as quickly as possible. We had the whole area to ourselves — apparently, no one else was willing (or crazy enough?) to brave the frosty air to reach the warmth of the tubs.

Once in the tub, he had me float with his hand supporting the small of my back

Victor moved me slowly through the bubbling flood. My body, mostly submerged in the toasty tank, reveled in the feel of silky water sliding along my skin and stimulating every nerve ending. Only my face, my knees, and my diamond-hard nipples were exposed to the glacial air. Victor then placed his head between my legs and used his talented tongue to lave every sensitive area and brought me to a magnificent and very memorable crest.

I’d certainly love a steamy wet fantasy in a hot tub with you. Do you have an even better idea? Mention this hot tub blog entry for a free five minutes added to any paid call.

Linda
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Femdom Training Sessions by Mistress Victoria

 

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Femdom Training: Removing Distractions Facilitates Training My Submissive

Here is a wicked adventure of mine to share with you today. I just got back from a trip. I acquired a new subbie, and he required an enormous amount of extra training. He kept trying to “top from the bottom.” He was finding the outside world competing against my training. He is over-worked, very stressed at work and home, very needy and greedy. Found him tedious and exhausting, so I needed to get him away from the constant distractions. I booked us a BDSM hotel for a week. Finally, I would have his undivided attention so that I could mold him into the perfect submissive.

He was punished before we even arrived at the hotel.  He got snippy with the flight attendant. I reminded him to respect and adore all women with a spanking across my lap, in front of everyone in first class. The beautiful flight attendant gave him a couple of spanks too. He hung his head humiliation and embarrassment. This lesson taught him to sit quietly for the rest of the flight.

As part of his femdom training, I kept him naked in the room, even when the maid came in to change the bedding.

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I had reserved a corner room on the top floor of the hotel so his moans, squeals, cries, and screams would not disturb any of the other guests. He was punished with my flogger when he got mouthy or tried to fight for control. Silly boy! I always win. I always have control. He was in chastity for the entire week. His cock was so hard and swollen in his cock cage. I tied my submissive to the bed or chair for long periods of time.

As part of his slave training, I fucked him in the ass with my strap-on several times a day, every day of the trip. Once he complained about being sore. I took a pair of my panties and stuffed them in his mouth. I spanked his balls, then fucked his ass even harder. He will never complain again about pain or discomfort. Don’t feel sorry for my bitch boy in training; he loved it. His hard, swollen cock strained against his cock cage.

His training also consisted of worshipping every inch of my body, from head to toe. He kneeled in front of me and sucked on my toes. My submissive served my ass and pussy. He drank from me. He washed my hair, shaved my pussy, and dressed me. With each day, with each femdom training exercise, he became more submissive.

He is my personal servant, my boy toy, my fuck puppet, my bitch, my whore. Finally, I have an obedient and submissive bitch. Is it time for your first training session?

Mistress Victoria

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You Love Wearing Feminine Clothing

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Happiness Is Wearing Feminine Clothes.

You love wearing feminine clothing, but you are not trying to emulate being a female. You are not a sissy, you explained to me during our call the other day. Actually, you’re a Cross Dresser, a lover of the feel of the soft articles of feminine clothing.

How did it begin for you?

What article of clothing did you fall in lust with the first time you tried it on? I wanted to know. I delight in hearing the background stories of the various fetishes my callers indulge in. It’s always so varied and so interesting to find out what makes you tick.

There was a big sigh on the other end of the line and I know that this was a sigh of happiness. You are going to be able to talk to me about it without the fear of being rejected or ridiculed for your desire to wear female clothing. I understand that contrary to popular belief not everyone is into humiliation and some of you just want to be heard and understood. I am here for that, to give you that verbal outlet as you share about your cross-dressing fetish.

The story was not as unusual as some might think.

It was his Senior Year and he had just barely turned 18 when he was alone in the bedroom of his back then girlfriend. Her panty drawer was open and he saw all those pretty little pairs of underwear. They always looked so pretty on her and seemed to be so soft. So he picked up a pair, still remembering that it was a pair of full bottom cotton panties. All pink with this really cute floral print on it. Not the sexiest pair in the drawer, but for some reason not even he could tell me, that was the pair he was the most drawn to. It looked so soft, so comfortable and before he could even really think it through he stuffed the pair into his pants, as he heard his girlfriend coming back to the room. He stole her panties without even thinking about it.

When he got home that night and was getting ready for bed, he remembered about the panties in his pants pocket. He pulled them out and decided he wanted to know what they would feel like against his bare skin. He tried them on and even so they were a bit too tight on him, he couldn’t get enough of them.

We chuckled as he told me that was acting like a girl, turning this way and that in front of the mirror to see how they’d look on him and how much he liked the feeling of the soft cotton against his already straining cock. They way the made his ass look and so much more. That night he masturbated wearing those panties to bed, and it was the beginning of his love for cross-dressing.

I wonder what your story is…

Why don’t you call me and tell me about it? I promise to laugh with you, not at you…

Hannah

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Seductress 101: Step by Step Seduction Strategy

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Seductress 101: Step by Step Seduction Strategy

When I’m feeling restless late in the evening, I always know that a quick trip to my local Wal-Mart will be just the thing to set things right again. A quick stock-boy seduction will always put me in a great mood.

Step 1: Grooming

To prepare for my excursion, I take a steamy shower.  I give myself a close shave on my legs and my lower lips. (You thought I was going to say something else, didn’t you?) I tease myself just a bit with the hand-held Shower Massage while rinsing off the shaving cream, just enough to plump up those lips and make them pink and glowing.

Step 2: Wardrobe

A trip to the closet for the perfect outfit, something not quite slutty, but that teases and tantalizes. A favorite is a very short jeans skirt, worn with no underwear or leg coverings. (Hey, it’s Florida,  we don’t wear hose or stockings unless required.) Paired with a black lace crop top over a black lacy bra, I’m ready to scope out the likeliest target for a session learning new skills and life lessons.

Step 3: Flexibility

As I drive to Wal-Mart, I’m aware of my surroundings, for instance, police and sheriff vehicles. I always tell the brave officers “Thank you.” Besides, I love a man in uniform (and out of it, too). I’m always ready to show my support for our boys in blue. (Also green, brown, khaki and whatever other colors cops wear.) If he’s alone, and responds positively to my very friendly wave, I’m willing to change plans. It’s only fair to demonstrate some gratitude for his service to the community. I will say, I haven’t had a ticket in over a decade, so I must be doing something right.

To hear about the rest of my stalking, er, um, shopping trip, please visit our sister site and I’ll tell you all about it – in explicit detail.

Linda
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Matching Lingerie for My Pantyboy and Me

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Beautiful girlfriend Victoria arranges a time for you to arrive at her house; it is time for a sensual date with you, pantyboy.

I have a surprise for you. You see I picked out some lovely matching lingerie for the two us. I take off my robe and show you my lingerie. Now it is time for you to get ready for me, pantyboy. I help you out of your male clothing and toss it to the side. Time to let yourself flourish and thrive by immersing yourself in lovely lingerie. Silky, satin lingerie for both of us today.

I picked out a hot pink bra with intricate details of lace and bows and matching silky panties that will make your clitty tingle. Also, I select a pair of white lace top fishnet stockings and a white garter belt. It is exhilarating to slip the bra straps over your shoulders and fasten the hooks across your back. I kiss the side of your neck and rub your nipples through the fabric. You gasp in delight and excitement. I run my hands over your cute butt cheeks after we pull up your panties. I drop to my knees, and I let my fingers linger on your legs as I attach your garters. As I kiss the front of your panties, you become incredibly excited that you have difficulty remaining tucked in your pink panties.

The two of us go to my bedroom, and as we stand next to my bed, I rub the front of my panties against the front of your panties. We both shiver in anticipation. My fingers and lips roam all over you as the foreplay becomes more intense. I look deep into your eyes. You see my desire and arousal as I reach for your panties.

Now, where does this steamy erotic adventure go from here?

Let’s find out! Time to make that date and see what happens. Call me for a session with me and let’s make this our hottest, most sensual date yet!

Your Erotic Girlfriend,

Victoria

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Facesitting Session After Sexy Steamy Teasing

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Begging for facesitting in the park is so hot!

It is a hot summer evening, and we make plans for a romantic picnic tonight in the park. I was at the farmers market this morning and picked up some perfect peaches. As we sit on the blanket, snuggled together, you are rubbing my bare legs. I bring a juicy peach to your mouth, and you take a super big bite. Juice sprays all over you. Like a teasing wicked vixen, I seduce and lick the sweet juice off your bare chest and chin. I tease you until you are aching between your legs with a big bulge in your pants.

 You are hard, and you beg for a taste of me, so you desire for me to sit on your face for dessert.

You have a craving for something sweeter than that peach, wanting to get between my legs, and you want to make me cum in your mouth. I rub your cock through your jeans and tease you that we can’t do that here in the park. You beg and beg to dive your talented tongue to tantalize my clit and the inside of hot wet sweet pink pussy walls. I talk dirty to you, teasing and taunting that hard cock so much you fear you will squirt in your jeans like a teenager. Teasing the fuck out of you and making you beg to taste me is wicked, but so much fun for me.

Finally, the sun sets, and the park becomes empty.  I whisper in your ear to unzip my shorts with your teeth, and as a reward, I will sit on your face. After you get my shorts and thong off me, I lower my hips to your mouth. You use that magical tongue and nibble on those outer lips. Lick me! Now, make me cum! I love oral sex!

Isn’t it time you made me cum on your face?

Erotic Victoria

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There’s A Reason Why I Love Stockings

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Why I Love Stockings.

I grew up wearing pantyhose. They were cheap to buy and available anywhere, even the grocery store. It wasn’t until I went to college and encountered some Frederick’s of Hollywood catalog that I realized that stockings and garter belts were still around. Way too sheltered life, right?

So, I thought it was a very sexy look and decided to try it.

Of course, without a little instruction, it was actually confusing for a neophyte to put it all together. For instance, I put on my panties first, then the garter belt, and then the stockings. Didn’t think through what would happen when I had to make a pit stop; I had to take almost everything off. At least then I put it back on in the right order; garter belt, stockings and then panties. This also had the advantage of keeping the garters right next to my skin, oh yeah.

With every step I’d take, I could feel the stretch of the elastic garter against my skin, and then the contraction of it as I continued walking. Plus, with the gap of bare thigh below my panties and above my stockings, I was feeling a slight breeze where I’d never felt a breeze when wearing pantyhose. When sitting, I’d actually feel my legs touching and that bare skin on skin sensation was such a turn-on. It didn’t take long for the crotch of my panties to be damp, then damper, and then dampest.

The first time I wore stockings on a date was with an older gentleman who took me to a fabulous restaurant. We were seated in a tablecloth-draped round banquette, so we could actually sit next to each other, and everything below the tabletop was hidden. It took almost no time for his fingers to run up my leg and start playing with that patch of bare thigh. If you want to hear how this date turned out, you really should give me a call. If you ask me specifically to hear the “first date wearing stockings story,”  I’ll extend your paid call with 5 free minutes to tell it to you. What a deal, right? I hope you take me up on it, I’d like to hear from YOU.

Linda

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Desire to Give Yourself To Me

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Give Yourself

 Give yourself to me!

Four simple and yet powerful words. Four words that will turn a man into a puddle of need and desire. Four words that will change the way you look at yourself and the way you will look at me.

“Give yourself to me!”

Imagine yourself sitting across me in a nice restaurant. I am dressed for a nice Summer day, in a feminine dress. A pair of open-toed low heels on my feet, with my legs crossed and sitting in a relaxed and confident position. We are engaged in a flirtatious and fun little conversation. Our eyes connected, looking at one another, paying attention to what we have to say. It’s at the same time an intimate and sensual moment.

Maybe my leg touches yours playfully from time to time. Nothing too forward, just a little tap. A small touch, seemingly innocent, but it is just enough to make your heart beat just a little faster. To spike your awareness of me, the sensual and delightful woman I am.

I can see your hand twitch from time to time, and I see you fighting the urge to reach across the table to put your hand on my arm. You fight the urge, that desire to touch me because I have not given you permission to do so.

To the outside world we are just another couple or a couple of friends sharing a meal together and a lovely conversation that has both of us smiling, but in reality, we are Mistress and sub.

At some point, I lean towards you. I lean close enough so that I do not have to raise my voice and whisper. Your whole body tenses as I lean into you in this way.

“Give yourself to me!”

I say, nothing more and nothing less. It’s both a demand and a request at the same time. It’s the sharing of my desire to have you as my own, without reservation, without holding back, simply to let go and be mine. Not because I try to force you to do so, but because you want to do it of your own free will. Eagerly, willingly, happily.

You pause for just a second, looking me deep into the eyes, fidgeting even a little showing the intensity of the moment, as you understand what I said. Your hand goes to your chin, stroking it for a second, an indicator of how attracted you are to me, and then you answer me.

“I’m all yours!”

A smile touches my face, my eyes light up, and at that moment even more so than usual, I am the most beautiful woman in the world to you. You never can resist my sensual smile, that knowing look in my eyes that says so clearly that I understand what it is you want and need so badly.  I’ve just given you the best gift allowing you to proclaim your surrender to me.
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Hannah
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Dominant Personal Trainer Makes You Hard

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Your dominant trainer gets the results she wants by taking charge of you.

You look in the mirror as you zip up your jeans.  They are tight around your waist. Your business takes up all your time and energy. Since you don’t have a lot of time, you need to make your trips to the gym as effective as possible. You sign up for a personal trainer. When you go to your first session, you meet the dominant and sexy Victoria.

After the inial assessment, Victoria directs you to a chest press machine. She hovers over you, and she counts out each movement. As she leans down, her cleavage is in your face with her hands on your shoulders adjusting your position. You quiver with excitement as you stare at her hard nipples. She tells you to breathe. As you come out of your daze,  you realize that you were holding your breath. You gasp and finish as she commands you do five more.

Obeying her every command, adjusting your schedule to fit hers, craving her attention, Victoria has all this power over you.

After a few weeks at the gym, the pounds are melting off.  At work and home, you are the boss, but at the gym, Victoria is dominant and in charge. You have no say. Your body tingles in her presence. Just watching her walk towards you makes your cock twitch. Blushing and stammering, you start each workout with a passionate desire to please her. You work harder than ever before at the gym.

Finally, your reward! Today a session in a secluded workout room. You perform well for her. She is smiling that wicked smile as she has you lay your sweaty body on the mat. She pulls up your leg to stretch out your muscles. Oh, you moan! She notices your stiff cock in this position and pulls it out of your short,  Time for your erotic reward, and she takes off her sports bra and finally, you get to see and touch her hard tits. She rides you hard!

Mistress Victoria

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The Magic Solution To Being a Girl

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Magic Pill

You Wanted A Magic Solution

Over and over again you say Oh Mistress I want to be Girl! All of a sudden you find yourself with a solution right there at the tip of your fingertips.

As I sit there and watch your hands trembling I can almost hear your heart pounding out of your chest. There it is, so simple so real. What will you do?

You see in the scheme of things we’ve played this scenario over and again. So many angles we’ve worked.

Each time you always chose to simple painless solution.

I’ve always thought you took the easy way because it’s only temporary. Well, not this time. The solution you’ve been seeking is right there at the tips of your fingers. All you have to do is accept.

Oh I know, I can see the concern in your eyes. Honestly, there is NOTHING to concern yourself with. The only thing standing between you and being the woman you always dreamed is you. All you have to do is open up and say “Ahhh”.

Are you ready?

Just open your mouth and swallow this pill. In the morning you’ll wake with a nice round ass. You’ll have a sexy small waist, complemented by a perky set of boobs. You must be the luckiest person in the world. I mean you didn’t even have to work out to get his perfect body. Well, that is IF you decide to change your life forever. What will you decide?

Think about it. All of your man clothes magically turned to lady ones. All the shoes and t-shirts, boxers and dress clothes replaced by adorable cute girl clothes. You may even find that all the contacts in your phone are actually guys you find yourself abnormally attracted to. But that’s not so abnormal anymore. You are a Girl now. Or not, like I said the choice is yours.

The Sassy One-
Hannah
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