There are those who love a good rough beating, ball busting, blood drawing session; some just like a few smacks of the whip; some just go for a couple slaps of the bare hand; and you don’t know how often . . . → Read More: Spank Me Baby]]>

…really?

Some Like it Rough and Some Sweat When the Beat is On

There are those who love a good rough beating, ball busting, blood drawing session; some just like a few smacks of the whip; some just go for a couple slaps of the bare hand; and you don’t know how often I hear people say “I am not into any pain at all”. It’s all a matter of taste…or maybe that falls onto another one of our senses. Either way, it’s totally individual.

Hurts So Good

For those of us that do take a little (or a lot) of pain with our pleasure, turns out there is a science to it. According to Wendy Stragar of RealitySandwich.com, “Love, sex, pain and violence all stimulate the release of similar chemicals and hormones in the human body. Endorphins that are released in painful experiences are often perceived as pleasurable. Stress and pain can also stimulate the serotonin and melatonin production in the brain which transforms painful experiences into pleasure”.
 

It’s Gonna Hurt Me More Than It Hurts You 

…have your parents ever given you that tired old line? Or have you heard it from your mean, unrelenting Mistress? Are you too caught up in the moment to consider that that statement is utter and total bullshit? Of course the one taking the spanking experiences more pain, both physical and emotional, than the person administering it. I suppose the only thing to consider is…do you like it?

Don’t get me wrong, I love my pain sluts, cuckolds, and subbies, but there is a special place in my heart for my sissies. And I think it’s been there since I was just a girl. I so enjoyed my time spent with my Barbie dolls. Dressing them up . . . → Read More: Sissytime: Fun with Living Dolls]]>

The Girl In Me

Don’t get me wrong, I love my pain sluts, cuckolds, and subbies, but there is a special place in my heart for my sissies. And I think it’s been there since I was just a girl. I so enjoyed my time spent with my Barbie dolls. Dressing them up and flipping through magazines talking with them about makeup and hair. So, it’s no wonder as a big girl, some of my favorite calls are those spent with living, life size Barbies. Meet a few of my faves.

The Brand New Barbie

Hailing from Las Vegas, Sissy Stacy is a boy bartender by night but spends all her days in girlie gear. Admitting that whenever she is not working, she is dressed up and out and about. And that’s been the case since she can remember when she started borrowing her sister’s clothes and dressing at about 5 years old. Somewhere in our fun, fab, first conversation she said those wonderful words, “I wanna be your Sissy”. With that phrase, I couldn’t help but imagine her in a giant Barbie box with the cellophane window and her peering out at me in her gorgeous Vegas Barbie outfit. I closed my eyes tight and envisioned hurriedly unwrapping her and slipping on her ultra high heels and taking her out to show her off. Silly?

A Very Devoted Doll

My Brittney came to me some time ago looking for guidance and companionship. Straight as an arrow, Brittney often thrills me with stories of escapades with sexy dancers and other twenty-something sexpots in his stripper pole equipped boom-boom room slash office while his wife is away from home. Our cam sessions are a parade of panties as this cutie pie shows off his collection as well as a pretty special talent (ever seen a human cum fountain?) Nary a cock craving has this sissy boi ever had, but so devoted to the service and spoiling of his Mistress is he that he was willing to be pimped out to men to make money for me and just to show he is downright dedicated. Confronted by the fact that pimpin aint easy…or legal, I came up with another equally as lucrative option. Interested? Call me to find out what it is. This devoted doll is the type that would have been my constant companion. The one that would have gone on every trip to the grocery store, been snuck into the book-bag, and joined me for bath time at night. And Brittney would have been privy to every deeply held secret. My go to girl. I guess if I were a pimp, Brittney would be my bottom bitch.

The Long Lost Treasure

Dear, sweet Tabitha I met early on in my time here at LDW. We shared the warmest, and most giggly of conversations on a regular basis. I envied her collection of Victoria’s Secret lingerie more extensive than any I’ve ever seen. I would anxiously await her emails with photo attachments of her wearing new frocks. Then suddenly she was gone. I couldn’t find her anywhere. Like that Barbie that somehow ends up in your brother’s toy box doing who knows what with his GI Joes, but then one day she gets pulled out and you spot her. And you hear harp music playing and she is the most precious thing you’ve ever seen. My Tabitha resurfaced similarly, by chance. With an emailed joke to several Mistresses. I responded, and suddenly there she was again. Calling me and on web cam modeling a beautiful babydoll. Telling me all about what she’s been up to in her time away. No mention of any GI Joes though.

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*I nearly ate a whole package of Oreos with milk last night. 

*I made out with a girl and a guy at different times in the same bar . . . → Read More: These Are My Confessions…]]>

You guys and gals are so honest and trusting of me with your secrets and hidden desires, I thought I would share a little with you.

*I nearly ate a whole package of Oreos with milk last night. 

*I made out with a girl and a guy at different times in the same bar bathroom Halloween weekend.

*I haven’t been a natural blonde since I was 11 years old.

Not impressed?  Well I’ve got a real doozie for ya.   Check out my new blog at http://thesensualswitch.com/ for a real jaw dropper.

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My thoughts inevitably go there. While romantic comedies would have you believe every girl meets a man and begins envisioning their wedding day and the birth of their first child; a girl like me is fast forwarding to the day . . . → Read More: The Heart of a Domina]]>

As The Gaga would say, “We were born this way.”

On My Mind

My thoughts inevitably go there. While romantic comedies would have you believe every girl meets a man and begins envisioning their wedding day and the birth of their first child; a girl like me is fast forwarding to the day he is on all fours, in my panties, barking like a dog and kissing my feet. During some erotic story telling on a recent call with a very creative thinker, he shared with me a scene that transported me to places that left me inspired, longing, and aroused. I could see myself in the elaborate red medieval frock with a black sash to cinch the waist and a long train. Breasts heaving above the corseted bodice, hair hanging loose and curled down my back as I walk down a corridor lined on each side with candle sconces and nude submissive men with their hands behind their heads. Each one becoming hard as I pass. His cock raising to salute me. As I pass slowly assessing them, deciding which one will be my throne for the evening.

Of My Flesh

I get a chill each time I reach behind myself to hold the strings of a corset and then stretch my arms out full length pulling it tight. Many of you already know the sensation of slipping your legs into a pair of thigh highs and fastening them into your garters.   Strapping a pet into a collar is heaven.  And I can’t find the words to describe the feeling that comes over me each time I get to step into my strap on, Black Beauty, and fasten it for a bit of strap on play with some subbie or sissy. My riding crop often feels more like an extension of my right hand, another appendage. I become one with these tools of the trade. These devices of the Domina.

Heart and Soul

Some are easy and submit without any fight or friction. Some take work. Those are the ones. When they finally break and fall to the floor, stripped of their hard held pride, they become putty in your hands. That warms the heart and feeds the soul. Like blood to a vampire. Its delicious. Only she with the heart of a Domina could appreciate it. Only we.

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Now I must admit, my humiliatrix calls are among my favorites.   My tongue is filed to a fine point . . . → Read More: “Humiliation Nation”]]>

…its the title of a fetlife group and describes the legions of subs that seek a Mistress that will find and exploit their shortcummings,  but what’s the appeal?

…Not That There’s Anything Wrong With That

Now I must admit, my humiliatrix calls are among my favorites.   My tongue is filed to a fine point that cuts like a knife.  My how your Mistress enjoys taking out the frustrations of the day on someone who readily admits their worthlessness.  Well, if you’ve seen my phonehumiliation.com bio, then you have some idea of just how much I relish the privilege.   And you know I don’t judge.   Still I can’t help but wonder, why does it arouse you so?   What to most would be fighting words, bring to mind a whole other “f” word for you guys.   Why is that?

Do You Humilitants Like Lemonade?

Now, now get your minds out of the gutter. I’m referring the sweet and sour beverage derived from lemons. As in the phrase making lemonade out of lemons. I’ve seen some opinions recently that suggest that attitude is a basis for the kink. That taking your insecurities and deficiencies (affeminate mannerisms, cock cravings, pencil dicks, wayward wives, etc.) and asking a Mistress to tease and humiliate you into delirium eroticizes them and allows you to take back some control and makes them less painful…or maybe more painful, but just in a sexually satisfying way. Could that be it?

What Do You Think?

While I would usually never care in the least about the opinion of a sniveling little pantywaist like yourself, for some reason, today I find myself wondering what makes you tick. So leave your opinion.

For an erotic phone session with Empress Rayne  call         1800 601 6975
Must be 18+
Calls are $2.50 per minute, with a 10 minute minimum
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