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.

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
Discreetly billed to your credit card
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I was on a jog in Central Park last weekend, and one of the streeet vendors was displaying a vintage style wall plaque that pictured a pretty little pinup girl and this quote.  Of course, when I channel my inner bitch for . . . → Read More: I’m Not Really A Bitch, I Just Play One In Your Life]]>

I bet you didn’t know strict domination is one of my specialties…

I was on a jog in Central Park last weekend, and one of the streeet vendors was displaying a vintage style wall plaque that pictured a pretty little pinup girl and this quote.  Of course, when I channel my inner bitch for you, there’s no faking involved, but I still thought the quote was quite appropriate for a “cutie pie” with a mean side.

My Looks They Do Decieve

Many of you who cruise the websites looking for a strict Mistress probably skip right over the pics of a young, cute, smiling blonde like myself. But have you ever taken a closer look at the eyes before making that dismissal? You should. Behind my glowing, green gaze, you would find a dominatrix capable of looking through you and seeing your inner desires to be owned, forced, and punished. The sweetheart in me wants to give you exactly what it is you need, while the controlfreaky bitch in me will deliver the goods without mercy.

Dressed for Success

It is on a rare occassion that I slip into the full vinyl catsuit, but I assure you’ll find me in something worthy of a Domina even though it is a phone session. Dressing for my sessions is just a habit that has carried over from my time in the ‘dungeon’. I have quite an extensive collection of gear, and I find that slipping into fantasy worthy wears changes my swagger. And that carries over into the call.

Submission Will Be Your Only Option

I admit it.  I am one spoiled girl.  Men like you have contributed to that.  When I don’t get my way, I can be quite sadistic.  Test me if you dare.  You’ll be first shocked…and then quite possibly brought to the edge by the punishments that face the insubordinate.  So, are you ready to be completely owned by a pretty, young Mistress?

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
Discreetly billed to your credit card

http://www.ratemycall.com