You called again, talking about my legs and that picture you keep jerking off to.  Oh Miss Viv, if only I could be there to serve you. Ha! I know you are just trying to peep up my skirt. It is short enough for you to see enough.

Like a Moth to a Flame Mistress’ Long Lucious Legs Draw you Closer

I know what kind of man you are. Sad. Sad, that the Women’s fashion of today does not include hosiery. You poor dudes with that simple kink of loving how we long legged ladies look in pantyhose. I feel for you dear. I know when I see a bare foot in a 300$ pump, I want to snatch them up, place them in a cloud of tissue paper and tuck them away, safe on a shelf.

But for you guys, who dream of luscious legs encased tightly in silk or nylon stockings, and used to seeing them, striding from under skirts and dresses, everywhere you looked.

Compelled to jerk off over my picture, instead of watching the girlies from your place on the park bench.

Oh Miss Viv knows you are still out there, hoping for a peek at some thigh so slim and silky, and begging for a hand to slid up it. It is for that very reason that sometimes, when we gather up all the girlie friends, who are kinky – and tease the leg lovers that we know will be at the casino bar.

I know we are evil. Planning our outfits for optimum teaseability on our quest for free cocktails and men with chubbies. Some of them stay far away from the 4 hot Women lined up on stools and whispering. Those men will take sneak peeks as we bend down to get a purse, and send drinks from his dark corner.

Some, will inch closer wanting to breathe in the fragrance of the well-groomed gaggle, while fumbling for some opening line. Oh you poor thing I think, as I look over my shoulder to see your eyes intent on Tracey’s legs and adjusting your member. You feel a poke at your shoulder and hear peals of girlish laughter.

Don’t you hear me darlin’? Are you okay? You look flush. Did you drop something down there? Your slack-jawed look only makes you look even funnier, and you find yourself lightheaded and surrounded by 8 gorgeous legs.

Need some help with that Stiffy Mister?

You don’t know which one asked, but you mumble something and scoop your lost bills off the floor. Putting your money on the bar, you feel their ranks close as you call out for drinks for the Ladies and catch your breath.  What was that look they all shared? You feel warm and can almost smell their sexes. It’s been a long time since you’ve been surrounded by femininity and you feel your cock begin to stiffen, and you shift to try to hid it.

Drinks served the four held their glasses towards you and each tip her’s to yours, touches it and leans in. She moves her lips past your cheek grazing it lightly and feels them planted on the top of your bald head. Each in turn left a bright red mark and took her place back on a stool, crossing their legs in unison and sliding the hems higher up on their thighs, they each afford you a quick flash of stocking, and laugh at your sigh.

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Kinky Company Weekend Starts Tonight!

I’ve been enjoying the company of some pretty fascinating people this past week. Two in particular seem to fit very nicely into both my working day, and my interests. Both are mature cross-dressers who have unique styles and dreams for the future that may not be the same, but at their cores they have the same needs. They are the same wants as most humans, companionship, advice and someone to help keep them on track.

Cross-dressing & The Mature Lady

Like I said, a good fit for an experienced Mistress and evolving CDs – in need of a guiding hand. Big, blond and beautiful, each has her own passions and goals.

My tall Teutonic girlfriend Mandy is a collector of vintage undergarments and interested in shopping advice and girl talk. She and I have a common love of lace slips and corsets.

When she first sent me a picture to share, my first thought was that she could be any one, of my many Aunts that I grew up with and we became fast friends!

X-Dressing For FUN

Another favorite CD who I’ve been speaking with for years is Mindy, AKA the Bitch. When I first met Miss Bitch, she was resplendent in all things super frilly and I was very impressed by her extensive wardrobe and collection of wigs. Lately we have been working on changing her look, bringing in a more mature and yes, even a bit more of slutty look – for fun and experimentation.

I think I first became enamored with her when she sent me pictures of her sissy girl self, and throughout our years together I have amassed a large collection of her photos. This past Halloween, she really outdid herself as Lady Gaga. How could you not love someone who has such a good sport attitude?

If you are searching for a new path to happiness, a style makeover or lively girl- talk, Lifestyle Fem Dom Vivian is just a phone call away.

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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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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