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Good Morning dear readers! I hope your weekend was wonderful and filled with all kinds of sparks! Over here in bone dry Texas there were no fireworks, to go along with the BBQ! Well, except for the bedroom. Did you know that my darling slut husband is also my cuckold?

Mistress’ Favorite Cuckold Phonesex Caller

I wonder how many of you would get all fired up and horny, if you could step into the panties of my caller, cuck mister c? He’s been molded into something unrecognizable as a real man, a scant 6 weeks ago.

Mixing It Up In The Bedroom

Any dynamic that involves a 3rd, 4th or even 5th person into the mix, will not just be difficult to establish, but tenuous to keep balanced and moving forward. Lives can get turned upside down when the cuckold husband or boy friend can’t keep his jealousy under control, and behaves more like a stalker, than the good hubby he says he longs to be.

That kind of behavior won’t fly, not in a Home where the Bull is King or in our case – The Queen.

Humilation Can Be Sexy

Oh how humiliating that must have been, kneeling and silent while his Wife listed his many offences from the past weekend. Jerked up by his thick black collar and bent over his office desk she perched on the opposite corner, her eyes locked on his as the Bull Master brought his harsh calloused hand down on his sorry – good for nothing, ass.

It wasn’t just the corporal approach to a well-deserved spanking that was the most humiliating. It was the lecture that went along with it, delivered in a deep and commanding voice – that had poor Mr. C’s face as red as his punished bottom.

He’s So Hungry For A Cream Pie

With his right cheek pressed into the hard wood, all he could see was his Wife’s tight black skirt inching up her beautiful legs and his cock began to throb and leak.

That last layer of humiliation- it broke him and sent him exactly where he belonged – at the bottom of the food chain and forever a cuckolded husband.

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Good Morning cuppy cakes! It is COLD in Texas and Mistress is staying in! Hard to believe it was warm enough to putter in the garden yesterday, and today it’s all frosty. As the locals say – if don’t like the weather here – just wait a few hours.

Sometimes when I sit down to write, I flip through my notes and take a stroll down Memory Lane. Today I’m thinking back to the when I was first invited to join the LDW Group and how much I’ve learned in the past 3 years.

It’s True You Can Teach an Old Dog New Tricks!

Okay, before I start getting IMs and e mails about how youthful I am, let me tell you one thing I learned, right off the bat. I used to think that the term cuckold was just a bit of history – something from the Victorian age that wasn’t contemporary.
Imagine my surprise to find out it was not just an old word, but a thriving fetish in our modern world. Even more surprising was realizing my own submissive slut husband is also my cuckold.

The D/s Mistress Is The Boss

As a Lifestyle Fem Dom and Head of Household I have total control over two things in my relationships– the Money & the Sex. It never occurred to me that when I played with one of the houseboys, that I was cuckolding my husband and there was more to it, than being The Boss.

Mistress had a Eureka Moment

It was at the end of private play party that I had my Eureka moment, when I slid my sore pussy over my slut husband’s face and he began to lick. Rising up off him I looked down and asked … if he could taste brucie. The reaction was amazing as he grabbed my still pert ass, fusing me to his mouth and eating me out like a starving man. I flipped around, jerked his throbbing cock, and rode his face like a green broke pony. Well-trained, he waited for my climax, and blew his load just as I was dumping another man’s jizz down his throat.

It was that moment I understood that cuckold was more than an old word from long ago, but a vibrant addition to our BDSM play.

Time Flies When You Are Having Fun!

It’s hard believe it’s been 2 years working with the lovely Ladies of LDW – and enjoying a remarkable variety of both kinky and vanilla phone sex conversations. Lately submissive males and curious . . . → Read More: Lifestyle Femdom Viv Welcomes December 2009]]>

Holy Carp! Where has the year gone? I guess the old saying is true..

Time Flies When You Are Having Fun!

It’s hard believe it’s been 2 years working with the lovely Ladies of LDW – and enjoying a remarkable variety of both kinky and vanilla phone sex conversations. Lately submissive males and curious cross-dressers have been calling seeking guidance and direction – from a real life D/s Mistress.

Just recently I had the pleasure of inspecting and interviewing several delightful older gents, similar in nature – but worlds apart in kinks. How fortunate for us 3, to have connected and clicked – when there is an array of sexy phone Mistresses to choose from.

Dare I pull out another ripe ole chestnut? Mmmm NUTs! Tea-bagging – CBT – got to Love those Nuts!  I digress..

Variety Is The Spice Of Life!

Gents of a certain age can be SO sexy and engaging, sharing their experiences and dreams – giving over little bits of themselves, trusting in the sage Dominatrix, so confident in her power. With the easy repartee of old friends, they are willing and eager to belong in my care as cherished pets, and devoted sexual sluts.

Layer by layer they reveal themselves to the Trainer, innocent of how much is being gleaned. Still they comply. They must. They will give over their base and most secret desires; secure in the knowledge Mistress will guide them safely down towards their carnal goals.

Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.

- George Bernard Shaw

Speak w/ Lifestyle Femdom Vivian 800-601-6975

2.50 per minute, 10-minute minimum billed to your CC
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 Are you too shy to make that 1st phone sex call? Maybe you are sporting a boner and just can’t get away from the computer? Texting sessions are a fun alternative to a steamy phone sex sessions, and blocks of chat time can be purchased at www.sexytexting.com.

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 Are you too shy to make that 1st phone sex call? Maybe you are sporting a boner and just can’t get away from the computer? Texting sessions are a fun alternative to a steamy phone sex sessions, and blocks of chat time can be purchased at www.sexytexting.com.

You younger ones many not remember, way back when …

Long before there was Goggle, Yahoo or even ICQ, virtual communication was the Bulletin Board System, or – BBS.  The static BBS was replaced by interactive chat rooms  found on college servers that were difficult to use – but so exciting, that they were worth the hunt.

Now there is a whole wide cyber world, filled with tens of thousands of communities of like-minded people with  millions of humans trying to connect. From the comfort of their home,   office, car, hotel room or even the Men’s Room, long hidden desires, don’t seem so kinky anymore.

It was in those adult chat rooms  where I found my spot to hang out with a fun group of BDSM lovers.  Forging friendships that last even 15 years later - we paired, partnered, and spent hours  teasing and playing our cyber sexual games- not understanding but accepting that real feelings that came from behind the monitors.

 Even after all the years of typing nasty with strangers, acquiesces and good friends across the globe, I still enjoy using the power of words and my twisted imagination to stimulate and excite my cyber sluts.

 Please IM empressvivian on Yahoo Messenger BEFORE your purchase to confirm my availability.

Keyboard Porn w/ Miss Viv – 800-356-6169

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?

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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?

Join Manipulated Manhood

Who . . . → Read More: Calling All Sluts!]]>

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?

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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.

Love My Legs?

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.

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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.

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Wow! I’ve gotten enough mail and comments in our FREE adult chat room about this sexy story, that I decided to post the conclusion, a few days early.  You have my permission to grab your meat and call for some sweet and nasty phone sex.
The Strip Tease Part 3

She sat up and stretched. I was electrified with lust and enjoying this show. She moved to the center of the table, kneeled and sat on her heels and just looked at me.

“We can start that rape thing anytime you want now” I said but she just sat there looking. She was playing me and I had the feeling she had something all planned out, she was being so deliberate.

She put each foot on a corner of the table and then leaned back onto her hands and lifted herself off of the table and started gyrating her body up and down. She was waving her pussy in my face almost, legs and pussy spread wide.

She stopped and stood on the table, putting her hands on the ceiling. “Excluding my pussy, which has its obvious appeal, what is the sexiest part of my body?”

In my state of arousal, it was all sexy. With her standing there looking so good to me, in my state she was like a sexual goddess. “Your breasts” I answered with a quiver of excitement in my voice.

“They are pretty good” she said and held each one up to her mouth and kissed and sucked its nipple.

“But I think my sexiest part is my ass. I think I have a great ass.” She turned and proudly poked her ass out to me. “Don’t you think so, don’t you want to fuck it?”

I told her of course I thought so, and that I wanted to fuck it now, immediately. She just turned around and smiled. Then with one hand she began to masturbate. First while standing there on the table and then on a chair right in front of me. She bought herself to an orgasm with a little squeal.

Then she took a dildo out of her purse and I began to complain. I told her it was a great show but that it was time for the second act, and with a real dick not a stand-in. All she said was “Don’t make me get out the gag, prisoner.” I shut up. This was not like anything I had ever done and I was enjoying it, although my dick was about to explode from the strain.

She fucked herself with that dildo right in front of me and it was spectacular. It turned me on so much I was shivering and I had to think about something else to avoid blowing my load at the sight of it. Her body shuddered and she moaned ever so slightly as she worked. That sound was so filled with sex, the animal pleasure of pure sex, I don’t think a woman can make a sexier sound than she did with that moan.

After she came she lay down languidly on the table and looked me in the eye. She stretched and stared and I was silent, waiting for whatever was going to come next. She got up onto her knees. She looked at my exposed dick and balls and broke out in a laugh and said “I guess blue-balls isn’t just an old joke.”

I looked and it did seem my balls had a bluish color developing. “Just fuck me Alissa” I said, the tone of begging not very hard to recognize.

“You want a fucking?” she asked. “I don’t know, I’m feeling pretty satisfied myself.”

“Please” I said.

“Say ‘pretty pretty please’.”

“Pretty, pretty pretty, PLEASE!” I said, and I meant it. I wanted her worse than I ever remember wanting a woman. It had been too long since I had sex last, too long of a prick tease.

She got down on her hands and knees and came to the edge of the table and looked down at me. Her hair draping over her left shoulder, her tits dangling down. I could smell her and see how sexually excited she was, enjoying her little sexual power trip and tease.

“Look at that hard dick” she said in a low deep voice, “I can see it throbbing with your heartbeat, I can see veins sticking out on it.”

She sat back on the table with her legs spread, and just looked at me for a minute or more. She reached her fingers down and spread the lips of her pussy, spreading her legs even further apart.

“It wants this pussy so, so bad” she said again in the low deep voice, “it wants to go in, slide in, slam in, it’s made for this pussy, to fuck it, to come in it.”

That was all I could stand. I hit orgasm. I think the words “slide in, slam in” created a mental sexual picture that was too much to resist in my excited state. Come shot into the air again and again, landing on my pants, my legs, my floor.

She just sat back watching and grinned a wicked grin.

This, she admitted, was what she was after. She wanted to make me come without touching my dick. She wanted to prick tease me to an orgasm. She said it made her feel powerful and sexy, and besides, it was fun.

She let me up and apologized very briefly for misleading me. She said it wouldn’t have worked as well if she had told me what she was attempting to do. She had been much nicer then what her first plan had called for which was tying me up and getting me hot and then leaving for awhile to let me think about it. She had decided on the phone call while nude in front of me instead. It was to heat me up to a simmer before she brought me up to a boil.

She then fucked me for two hours, with full touching of my dick, including a serious blow-job. I was ravenous for her body and I used her hard, which was probably her goal in this entire little game. I also ate my fill of that pussy that had tantalized me so much.

It was fabulous, all of it.

THE END

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The  long awaited notice of our peerage. Praise and grants issued by  high bourn folks, to which such matters, matter …

I give you just a snippet of a letter yours truly, Empress Vivian hath just cracked the wax seal on the thick velum envelope..

… okay .. it’s an e mail ..

Queen Elizabeth‘s The Sec . . . → Read More: All Hail Empress Vivian!]]>

AT LAST!

The  long awaited notice of our peerage. Praise and grants issued by  high bourn folks, to which such matters, matter …

I give you just a snippet of a letter yours truly, Empress Vivian hath just cracked the wax seal on the thick velum envelope..

… okay .. it’s an e mail ..

Queen Elizabeth‘s The Sec II Foundation
WOODLANDS ROAD,LEATHERHEAD COURT,
LEATHERHEAD SURREY KT22 0BN
UNITED KINGDOM
Registered in London No 892013 / Registered Charity No 251051.
IMPORTANT NOTICE
Foundation’s Officer,
Queen Elizabeth’s Foundation

The Queen Elizabeth’s Foundation, would like to notify you that you
have been chosen by the board of trustees as one of the final
recipients of a cash Grant/Donation for your own personal,
educational, and business development.

Ect and so on

Today is Just a Splendid Day! We shall be Regal from this moment on and wave that special Royal Wave  to all that come near our personage.

You are excused.