Good Sabbath my cuppy cakes! Yes yes, when I started writing this at an insanely early hour, but I’m still all perky from last night’s play, and I can’t seem to sleep! When I can’t sleep, I write – not always my best writing, with my brain still fuzzy, but it does pass the time, while I wait for my house guests Rise & Shine! Slackers?

More like a bunch of worn out kinksters recovering from 3 days of humping and cock sucking and being used like the wonderful sluts they are.

Like I said .. I started this post 9 hours ago, but some naughty phone sex calls, and last minute spankings distracted me.  I was going to tell you about one of the 100′s of well-written essays in  LDW’s library that caught my eye. 

Mistress Knows how much you LOVE sexy stockings! So here’s a taste of ..

Why Men Love Stockings

It is certainly a fact that often times a man is deprived from touching the legs, the calves, and the thighs of his beautiful leg and foot fetish Mistress by only one thing-the stockings or fishnet pantyhose that she wears which covers the delicate area he desires. Every man knows that her lovely legs are there to be seen and admired. If she is wearing seamed nylons or seamed stockings, they add a hint of allure to her already flawless legs. By covering her legs in sheer nylons, it adds a little mystery to what lies underneath her silken pantyhose, and it drives men wild with desire.

Read More About Why Adult Men are Attracted to a Woman’s Legs

Hello dear readers! It has been a long time since I’ve posted here so I’m going to catch you up on what’s happening around The Casa de Kinky! I have to admit, I’ve been feeling a little bit lazy lately – and spending lots of time in my garden and visiting with friends and enjoying the birdies.

Of course I’ve been Very happy with all the new phone sex callers this month! So many delightful submissive males searching for the right path to happiness have found their way to a serious Mature Lifestyle Mistress.  It’s also a great boon to my ego that all these new fellows have mentioned how enamored they are with my long and lucious legs! Thank you boys, you make an ole gal feel young again.

Another great part of being an erotic telephone entertainer is a most wonderful side effect I call The Damp Pantie Effect. Tasty men, both young and not so young whispering dirty things in my headset all day long is bound to have that special effect on me. Sprinkle in some extra fine cam shows by my sexy slut pets, and I stay in a perpetual state of horny. Life my Friends, is pretty dang good!

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Good day kinky people! It is another BEAUTIFUL TEXAS Day - but really windy! A perfect day to stay indoors and  catch up with some writing, before my computer is put on the bench for some long needed clean up. It was a wonderful weekend w/ our miss pink, and an added guest – one who was visiting for the very first time.

He came with his letters of recomendation  a gift from his Mistress and one from himself. This my dear ones is why I Adore the BDSM Lifestyle, the old and proper ways of showing respect and graciousness are not lost. Each Token of Appreciation  - gifted to Me and Mine throughout the years, are true treasures.  However, that night – the gift was more than an addition to my curio cabinet – it was living and breathing – and All mine – well for 24 hours –  to toy with and tenderly tortured.

As I read his introduction letter, he kept his gaze where it belonged, on my feet. I read aloud the terms of his service and his Fem Dom‘s Hard Limits, which turned out to be in-line with our own House Rules. The specifics read, no public marks, or use of belts. Agreed I said, and folded the note before tucking it away. 

Down boy I commanded and he fell to my feet, kissing my pumps and gushing his thanks.

I looked around the parlor and smiled at each of my guests and saw their faces filled with excitement. They knew that tonight was going to be extra special, because Mistress had a new sex toy to play with and ALL my kinky Friends know Miss Viv LOVES to share.

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For this month’s Multi Mistress Blog Post, the topic is Favorite Role Play Calls. Being a reality based Fem Dom, role play isn’t my strongest suit. However an email I received last month from a gent piqued my imagination.  Explaining that for years he had been unsuccessful finding a phone sex partner to play the role, he was unsure where to look next.

I assured him that contacting an LDW Mistress would mean that if I could not fulfill his needs, I would suggest another Lady, who could do the job. As he laid out his fantasy phone session, I began to form the story in my mind – and felt confident that this could be a fun time. 

With some research under my belt, I found the right scenario and began to weave a special tale, that proved to be, the right direction.

Hep Me! Hep Me!

With the car locked and an empty cup to illegally gather a few blooms, I set out for a short walk about, before the sun set slowly in the big western sky. Choosing flowers unknown to me, I hardly noticed the twilight, as I stepped carefully around a shallow dip in the land. Hearing the night frogs beginning to sing, I turned to start back to the car. I could see it just over the rise, and the lights from the big rigs splashing across it, told me I best get moving. Striding purposely while I dug for the apple in my purse, I felt my foot sink into some soft sand, to my ankle.

My new pump began to pull away from my foot as I struggled to pull my foot out. Bending over I grabbed at my calf, and jerked, succeeding to only push myself off balance and sink even deeper into the sand. Not yet ready to panic, I stood still and assessed the problem. Almost dark, and a football field away from the interstate, I rummaged in my bag, only to remember my cell phone was plugged into the charger, and of little help. Sinking further into the sand pit, I flipped through old scraps of information; collected and filed in my brain, hoping to remember something about quick sand.

Stay calm, all the books said. It isn’t bottomless it only feels that way. Quicksand! That nightmare from childhood cartoons, began to play with my fears and make my heart beat unnaturally fast. Was that my voice, calling out shrilly? The damsel in distress, nearing panic cries out Hep Me Hep Me.
Quicksand! I would never live this down, the Mistress, dressed to the nines, and knee high in muck. Oh this is one story that would be told, over and over – if I couldn’t find my way out of this.  Scanning the road, I tried not to think about my 200$ sling backs, one of them now gone forever, and prayed someone would stop to check an empty car on the side of the road. Pointing my toes down, I tried to feel for the bottom and hoped the tractor- trailer slowing down would pull over. Dang. That was the 4th one to go past.

Just as the last pinks of the setting sun began to deepen to blue and my foot began to throb, I heard the squeal of air brakes and a flatbed ramble up behind my car. Flicking my lighter and holding it as high as I could, I threw what ever shred of pride I had left, and screamed like Pauline tied to the railroad tracks.

Hep Me Please – I yelled over the distance. Waving my arms only worsened the situation, and I felt my other foot slipping over the edge, and I began to cry. Words became keening as the darkness enveloped me, and lighter began to sputter. Noises in the grass came to me slowly and a beam of a flashlight danced over the field.  Keep yelling – the voice called, as it got closer – I got you.

Joy caught in my throat, as I looked up to see a rough face staring down at me, laughing. Quicksand! Well Missy, looks like you got yourself in a mess of trouble, stuck there up to your thighs. Fear and anger ran through me in equal measure when he noticed my skirt hitched up and reveling the tops of my stockings. Trepidation made my hands shake as I reached up to lifted to my feet, not knowing if this person was my salvation, or the beginning of something worse than quicksand.

Oh he was strong, picking me up as if I weighed no more than a doll. Carrying me cradled in his arms, he moved quickly across the field, and set me on the roof of my car. Still crying, he rubbed my back while I gathered up my sanity, and tried to laugh. Wiping my face with his sleeve I babbled out my gratitude, and looked into the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. Glancing at him as he stepped back, I could see him clearer in the bright headlights and knew I was safe.

Not caring who saw, I stripped off my silt- covered stockings and tossed them, along with my one remaining pump, into the bar ditch. My beautiful skirt was ruined, my hair matted with sweat, but my hero didn’t seem to notice anything by my now nakid thighs, shining pure white in the moonlight. He cleared his throat and asked if I wanted him to call anyone for me.  No I said, as I tried to pull myself back together, I was late already, and should be on my way.

As he helped me back into my car, he pressed a card in my hand and whispered – another place, another time. Ignoring the flashing on my cell phone, that reminded me I would be missed, I watched his truck fall further behind me on the hill – and thought about another place, and another time.

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A Memorable Combination Fetish Roleplay -From Goddess Dallas

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Mistress’ Favorite Roleplay Phone Sex Call

Favorite Role Play Ms Mallory

More A Question Of Who Than What 

Fem Dom Role Play – Empress Lauren

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Miss Viv knows what you single men are always looking for, pussy.  All day long you dream of deep long blow-jobs, while you stroke your cock, planning your weekend hunt, for some hot wet mouth. Isn’t it fortunate, that when you come home, empty handed, but with your balls aching for release, there’s a helping hand, just a hot phone sex call – away?

Perhaps the start of this new erotic story, will get you in the mood!

The Switch Part 1

I walked into the bar like I’d done so many times before. It was dark, the smoke burned my eyes, and it smelled of thirty years of beer and spilled cocktails. There was just one reason for my being there that night. I had the itch. My balls were swollen and filled with jizz and I wanted a fuck. Just another one-night stand. I never expected what I got.

I walked up to the bar and scoped out the talent as I ordered my beer. I always try not to be too obvious this early. I learned a long time ago that early evenings attracted a lot of couples and more than once, I’d had to back off after some hot chick I had sent a free drink turned out to have a boyfriend who’d just stepped off to hit the washroom for a piss. They got a free drink and I sometimes got the threat of a fist to my face. Luckily, it’d never gone any further than that. Now, I knew to sit and bide my time until the couples had begun to clear out, leaving myself and a few others, mostly over-the-hill lotharios and drunks, to divide up the bored housewives, skags, drunks, and just plain horny chicks who hung out in a place like this alone on a weekday night.

Anyway, I picked out a few to watch in the first fifteen minutes I was there. I occupied myself in idle conversation with the bartender about the weather, watched some sports on the bar’s big screen, and within a couple of hours, my options had closed to just one. A thin redhead, edging towards the MILF catagory, had been sitting in one of the booths downing rum and cokes since before I’d arrived and she looked ripe. She had great tits about the size of oranges that were barely covered by a tube-top and a skirt that just went down to mid-thigh and her legs were covered in sheer, black hose. They were beautiful stems, slender and long and just the sort of thing I liked wrapped around my neck and squeezing me tight as I pounded away at a pussy. Her eyes were darting around the room. Obviously, she was looking for a good time. I was it.

To Be Continuded ….

 Part 2

Part 3

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