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Searching For The One Master

Vivian — Mon, 27 Dec 2010 14:07:28 +0000

Good Morning Dear Ones! It’s been NUTs around here … in a good way. A lovely quiet Christmas, and now it’s time to start planning for a kinky party for New Year’s Eve! While I’m busy puttering, I thought I’d share a story from one of my wana be gay boys, when he went out searching for The One who could Master him. Tired of fighting his desire to suck cock, he went on a journey to test his resolve and sexuality.

On The Hunt For a BDSM Master

I was in my early twenties at the time of this story. I was living in a large city, and had made some contacts in the BDSM world, since that scene really fascinated me. I was sure at that time in my life that I would meet the man who was capable of doing what I felt I needed to be done in order for me to explore my sexuality fully. I sought this person in every bar I went to, and always had an eye out for him on the street. I had even come up with a name for him, the ‘One’. The One who would take me to places I wanted to go.

I have since found that this sort of journey occurs only within a person, and that we are the only people capable of taking ourselves truly anywhere. But in those days I continued the search, and met with many discouraging encounters for my efforts. As with so many cases of this kind, it was only when I had stopped the hunt and was preoccupied with the visit of a friend from out of town that I met someone who I thought would fill the requirements I had set out.

He was in his late thirties, and was pretty good looking. His name was Ken, and he was of average height, had a small moustache which he kept pretty neatly trimmed, and he was wearing denim jeans and a leather jacket. I was in a local bar, standing on the upper deck, as it were, which looked out over the narrow dance floor. I had watched from this vantage point the intimate details of the cruising that my friend visiting was up to with a guy he thought was hot, down below on the main floor.

The Need for Cock

After a while they decided to leave together, and my friend looked up at smiled at me as he left. I smiled back, and cast my eyes around the place to see what offered for me. Right there beside me was Ken, and without missing a beat as soon as my eyes focused on him, he told me he liked my shirt. I was wearing a t-shirt I had made which had a hammer and sickle on the front of it. We talked about that for while, and then he bought me some beer, and after a while, invited me back to his place.

We took a cab from the rank in front of the bar, as it was near closing time, and it sped us across town to where he lived. It was a modest concrete apartment, and Ken lived on the fourteenth floor in a suite with a great view. The place was done in dark velour upholstered furniture, and had blue walls with lights sitting on the floor behind chairs and etc providing a quiet illumination.

Ken poured me a drink, some scotch, and we talked for a bit more. Even though I was a seasoned drinker in those days, my head began to reel at the effects of the liquors we had consumed, or perhaps it was their combination. There was an unspoken topic between us, and it took another round of drinks before Ken started talking about it. He asked me if I was looking for a master, and I told him I was. I didn’t know how he could have known that, and it made a great impression on me. He spoke of his own experiences as a master, and the slaves he had owned at one point or another.

Setting Your Hard Limits

After we had talked for a bit, and it was established that I had little or no experience in BDSM, he told me that it would be better if I were to take off my clothes. I did so, and then sat down again. He told me to stand, and I rose a bit unsteadily. He told me to bend over, and then I felt his breath hot on my ass. He started to lick my ass, and this went on for some time. I was right into it, and then when he wanted to go to the bedroom I was into that as well.

We went in and lay on the bed, and then he played with my ass for a while. He told me in a soft voice that if things worked out with him, I could sleep at the foot of his bed, and that I wouldn’t ever be allowed to wear clothing in the house. His fingers were never out of my ass for very long, and he fucked me several times, holding my legs in the air and looking into my face as he told me other things he would do to me. We lay there for a while with his cock up my ass, and he pushed it in and out a couple of times just to remind me it was there. It felt really good.

END OF PART ONE

Sex Toys

Vivian — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 00:43:47 +0000

Good Evening dear ones!

It’s been a FAB day over here on my piece of Texas. After the wild wind of last night, we had a full night of steady, sweet rain. Now everything is green and my garden is blooming again! I’m still seeing scattered sightings of monarchs and have watched as gaggles of geese head to their winter grounds, making my life calm and sweet.

Shopping for Sex Toys

It’s also been a wonderfully mellow day on the phones, with some of callers wanting to talk about selecting adult toys. That’s always fun, getting to know someones kinks and choosing just the right accouterments to add a little spice to a phone sex session or for sexy fun with their own partners. With that in mind, I started a list of sex toys, categorized by kink.

Today its ALL about ASS!

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Of course playing with instertable toys should be done with care. Follow the manufacturers suggestions on cleaning and choice of lube. One can never go wrong with KY, but for added fun, there are a variety of anal lubes that do everything from warming your hole -to lotions that desentize the cock, for you tease and denial sluts.

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The Fun Never Ends At The Casa de Kinky

Vivian — Fri, 23 Apr 2010 18:55:12 +0000

Hello cuppy cakes! You’ve all been so nice while I was busy with company – making appointments and not whining when I was away. I’ve hardly had time to catch my breath, and get the helpers in to tidy up, and I got the wonderful news that our favorite fem slut, miss pink will be here for a visit- tonight!

How fortunate for all my Cam Slut Strokers! You know how much FUN we have watching & directing & having a laugh at your expense. Last visit the poor girl got so excited – we had to tied her down. Oh, precious – you missed that fun. Didn’t you? Maybe tonight it will be your turn.

There are some particulars I’m always on the look out for – you know – some variety for pinkie. The little minx has mentioned she’d like to see a REAL sissy boy, dressed to the 9′s, and ready to show what a true cum slut is. Also on her Wish List, is some Big Fat Cock -and I know for a fact, un-cut would send her into a spin.

Funny thing. There has yet to be a small penis humilation call while she is here. So of course, she doesn’t quite believe that man meat comes that small. I truly can’t wait to see her face when she sees I was not exaggerating, about tiny tools.

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MILF Fem Dom Welcomes September 2009

Blog Administrator — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 23:10:10 +0000

Good afternoon and howdy dear readers! It is another blistering HOT day in Texas that has me locked away in the dark coolness of bedroom. Perched on my iron bed, laptop on a pillow, Jingle Cat snoozing in her house and all’s right with the world. Well, except for the HEAT.

I really don’t want to stay in, but I know that even though it looks like a perfectly beautiful day out there – it LIES.

However, that doesn’t mean I’m not content here, cratered in for a few hours to write and maybe catch a movie and snuggle in till dark. You can see I am taking your requests for calls, as I putter away the rest of my day and would enjoy hearing your voice all eager to play some nasty games on the telephone.

Oh oh ! If today is anything like yesterday, I will be hearing from my new cum loving pet again. After just a short how do you do in an IM – that seemed to ease his nervousness enough to call and offer himself up for my pleasure and use. Well, that always makes this Old Fem Dom quite interested, when a fairy boy professes his adoration – from the very start.

Delightful I tell you – how she longs to be Miss Viv’s Bitch – to be Trained in the Ways of The Cock Gobbler and Truck Stop Tramp. We shall see in the coming days, if miss cumbitch has what it takes to be a true sissy whore.

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CBT Made Simple

Blog Administrator — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 18:28:26 +0000

Hello dear ones!

I will be out enjoying a Spring-like day with my backpack and field glasses and head for the Red River basin, later today. Since it is a clear blue day in the Big Sky, I’ll be taking an audio book along, and mark them, by their songs.

Back before evening Appts begin, and checking e-mails from my camp chair. I’ll be accepting your nasty phone sex calls till 2:30 eastern while I tidy up my kit and try not to peek in the pick-a-nick basket.

LOL! Silly housemouse, like I can’t smell fried yard bird!

Oh … before I get back to my puttering ….

Bottle boy – my lil ass jockey – I hope you remembered the ice cream. See you at dark `o clock. Let The Cock Stroking Show Begin! You know baby – my mind wanders when I’m in the still of the low hills. Today when I peer across to the other side of the wide dry riverbed – I’ll be thinking ..

Wouldn’t it be SO kinky, if it was you I spied over there in Okie Land? One hand beating your meat, the other holding binoculars – smiling and staring right back at ME.

Can Spring Be Far Behind?

Well! As I was ready to sling on my pack – BANG- a wind/dust storm kicked up, and chased me back inside. The sky is a funny orange blue and there’s a cross wind. I think we’ll be pic-a-nicking on the parlor floor today.

Taking your calls sluts - let’s see if ole Miss Viv can make you howl louder than this bad Texas dust-buster.

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The Parade Of Sluts

Blog Administrator — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 20:02:47 +0000

Well! It has been a busy week since returning from Sunny Florida, and I’m catching up on mail, slowly! Still feeling all warm and fuzzy from all the Girlie Love, I’m feeling a bit lazy and cozy – and happy to not be humping down I-10!

However there are a few of my callers that haven’t Bookmarked Fem Domain and didn’t know I was road trippin’ and are dropping broad hints about being mentioned here. Attention sluts – and humiliation piggies – so eager to have the light of Truth shined on them.

Can you believe it? The lil lust sponges LOVE when their whoreish behavior is spotlighted here, where all can see. Whining at me to please please – write about our nasty phone sex call – and begging in the next breath to please please please, not to use your real name. Yang yang yang.

As if I would remember your name – bitch boy 32. Remind me. Are you the jerker with the uncut meat? Or the ass jockey I bent over my desk and reamed you till you cried?

Could be you were the pantie boy I caught in my hamper and put over my knee to teach you a Lesson about privacy. If the rosy red bottom doesn’t remind you of who’s the Boss – then remember my laughter, when you unloaded on the floor.

How about lil dick larry? So sad that his penis is so small that he has come to ME for some purpose to his mundane existence. It was so clear to see, he was meant to be a hard suckin’ lil cum dumpster.

So many cocksuckers, sissy boys and the sexually confused – filled to the max with nasty desires, aching to spill them in secret, yet driven to be found out. Why else would you whimper out your life story in great detail, and hope your Mistress would find you worthy for manipulation?

Remind me on our next call – which slut are you?

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Do You Have Stroke?

Blog Administrator — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 02:14:19 +0000

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No you slut, I wasn’t talking about your dick.

Stroke. Often a command – but for my purposes today – it means reputation and character. I like stroke. I like stroke better than money. Stroke gets me excited and makes my juices flow.

Stroke is Power.

Why am I telling you this?

Oh dear ones – I’m fairly tingling tonight – on a cloud of stroke. Pride. When one of Mine is showered with compliments – I plop another glob of Stroke on the pile.

Know what else?

All that sroke, it extraplates and throws off a delightful treat for the bottom. Attention, the good kind. The CARROT. The Yummies. The Kinky Control.

Yes, my slut did me Proud and he is reaping the benefits. Snuggled in his bed – aching and tingling from a full day of having his manhood manipulated and used – just because he was the impious of a nice chunk of stroke.

What about you? What have you done lately to be an object of Pride to the One You Adore?

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Having A Wonderful Time Wish You Were Here!

Blog Administrator — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 15:17:32 +0000

Its true dear ones – even surrounded by the most lovely group of Mistresses ever to hit The Sunshine State – your Miss Viv is missing you! No calling Bullshit on this one – oh no.

Your lil perversions seem to have crept into my brain. What else could explain a moment I had this morning, when my room service tray was delivered? Always pleasant to service folk – without being too friendly – yesterday’s food runner was non-descript and lacking in personality. Tipped and sent on his way, I forgot him the moment the door closed.

My goodness there’s been an upgrade in the weekend Staff for sure. Today mored than the fruit salad was a tasty treat. When he bent over to place the tray on the table – several of you nasty boys, flashed through my brain.

How many times have you and I been on the phone and right here? Sexy older Woman, bent on bending your will to mine, by bending you over some hard surface? Oh yes baby bois – his legs – his sweet tight bottom – it took every ounce of my good breeding, not to kick his legs wide and press his face into my corn flakes.

And you boys who dream of sucking cocks – well hadit been you here, so vunerabul – you’d have been pulled by your hair to my lover’s bed – to awaken him with your soft lips on his hard cock.

Oh yes, it’s going to be a Great weekend here on the beach. I’m having a wonderful time – momentarily, thinking of you.

Calling All Sluts!

Blog Administrator — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 13:28:46 +0000

Woo hoo sissy boys and sluts! It’s play time at the Casa de Kinky! Don’t let this small window of opportunity pass you by, and call while miss pink and I are in the MOOD to use you. Feeling femmie today? Well fire up your cam, we’d love to see a fashion show.

Who knows .. if YOU are slutty enough, to get our parts tingling – we’ll let you listen in, when we tag team ole roy’s ass, with a variety of strap-ons.

HURRY HURRY! Before the brunch guests arrive at 11 eastern.

Why Oh Why Can’t You Find The One?

Blog Administrator — Mon, 17 Mar 2008 10:56:43 +0000

I thought today I would share something from my writtings on the Fem Domme/male submissive dynamic. Many of my phone sex callers seem very interested in what living with a Lifestyle Mistress might be, so I dug back in the archives, and pulled this up for you.

Why Oh Why Can’t You Find THE ONE?

Perhaps dear gents, the most desired of Fem Doms have become weary and wary of submissives that offer up their will – but Serve it in half measures. Lovely readers allow me to tell you about myself and you may begin to fathom why it seems lately- The Serious FemDom is a scarce commodity.

After 12 years living and loving in this Lifestyle, I have seen the social dynamics of BDSM change, almost at the same lightning speed of the Internet evolution. When I began my journey, to who I am today, it was as well Trained submissive who understood the meaning of Service to a Superior. It was that Training- by an Old School Master, that gave me structure and a solid foundation of common Rules. Life- skills and manners begun with my Mother’s care grew in depth, with my Service Training.

Oh! The delicious details! With each new task, it was a chance to prove myself worthy of my Top’s attention. From the very start, I was heady from the vast possibilities and I wallowed in each new experience. Crestfallen when I failed, but filled with joyful pride when a Lesson was declared well done, I felt safe, secure and cherished. Who else but the bottom knows the comfort that can be found at the feet of one you Adore?

As my needs in life changed, it was clear I had gained all I could from my Training as a sexual submissive. It was then I was gently released and given the freedom to Rise To The Top. Taking those Lessons of the past exciting year, I was prepared share my skills and knowledge with others who wished to Serve a Serious Female Dom. Knowing the importance of my position, I strived to use my methods with the same stern and loving guidance I was fortunate enough to receive.

With my list of Hard Limits and requirements for happiness in hand, I set off in search of a sub to call my Own. I used the chat rooms as a tool in my Mission and met many lovely young men on my hunt. Each was a wonderful experience and I felt Honored when they drove hours for a first meeting- all giddy, willing and so eager to Serve.

Sigh! Those were the days, when a person brought small tributes – flowers, candles, a handwritten poem – each one treasured and most appreciated. Tributes from the heart will be cherished and remembered by most any Women, and a Fem Dom is no exception. Would you dear gents be surprised to see one of those sweet gifts, a sailor’s white cap, perched on my bookcase? It is a memory more than decade old and tender remembrance of one who Served, with hope.

Yet, each delightful gent was missing that essential component for a successful partnership, the chemistry, and that special click. It was all fun play and an adventure until I met an intelligent, cheeky and funny man named roy. What a joy to have a sensual and sexy bottom, so willing with a real drive to meet the challenge of Service to a Lifestyle Mistress. As they say, talk is cheap, but roy proved his devotion by road tripping across 4 states to kneel at my feet.

So dear readers the next time you are fussing about not being able to find The One, ask yourself…

· Did She ask you to e-mail every Tuesday? Yet, you were neglectful and “forgot”.

· Has The Lady afforded you the attention to impress Her with your skills, talents and qualities? While sadly, your contribution was a running list of sexual kinks and dreamy fantasy.

· Do you complain that there are no REAL Fem Doms to be found? Yet, remain hidden behind the monitor, never attending a local munch, even years after discovering your true nature.

· Are you a Do Me boy- focused only on your needs?

Miss Vivian Knows …
It is the little things, which will make you more attractive to the Superior Women, you long to Serve & Adore.

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Miss Vivian Live Tonight On Talk Shoe

Blog Administrator — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 23:47:16 +0000

An interview with Miss Vivian, Lifestyle Mistress & Mentor on Talk Shoe. 03/15/2008 10:00 PM EDT

Overview: **Not intended for audiences under the age of 18.** Intelligent and mature discussion on a variety of topics including but not limited to sexuality, relationships, erotica, pop culture, BDSM, current events.

Biography: Miz Ava is a social work grad student with a somewhat sadistic sense of humor and an affinity for all things kink. Ms Cecilia is a certified hypnotherapist with a quirky wit and ability to entrance the masses with only a few words. Put these two charming ladies together and you get Vox Erotic Radio.

Pop In & Pop Up

Blog Administrator — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 11:18:38 +0000

Hump Day! At last! Join your Miss Viv LIVE on Cock Radio at 8 AM eastern for The Early Morning Boner Radio Show Hour. Yeah yeah .. got to change that name one day.

Today I am feeling extra kind towards my strokers, and have planned a bit of musical wanking fun. So bring your favorite lube & toy and edge your way into a wonderful day.

You might win a 30 minute texting/cam session.