I’m Not Really A Bitch, I Just Play One In Your Life

Rayne — Wed, 14 Jul 2010 23:51:19 +0000

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?

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Fun, Sun, Drag Queens, and Dungeons

Rayne — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 23:01:49 +0000

That’s just a taste of the trouble I got into while I was in South Florida.

Fun in the Sun

I think it goes without saying a girl can have a ton of fun on Miami Beach’s famed South Beach. It’s where I spent a sun soaked week and a half letting off some steam after a few months playing studious student. I have been working so hard, in fact, that I am in excess in my salon hours and could take a little time off before graduation at the end of the month. That’s right, the end is near. Soon I will be finished with classes and all you sissies, subs, and cuckies who’ve emailed and IM’d that you’ve missed me will have me back in full affect. My little confession…I’ve missed you too.

Lip Synching for My Life, Honey

Okay, so the stakes weren’t as high as they are for Rupaul’s Drag Race contestants when they must lip sync for their lives, but I was serving it just as fiercely. After a day of liquid fun in the sun on the beach, we stumbled upon the most amazing of spectacles. A drag queen strutting on the sidewalk across Ocean Drive and lip synching to Respect while patrons of a pride flag waving bar sipped mojitos, danced, and sang along. We crossed from the beach side of the street to the club side and joined the crowd. How I found myself sharing a mike and bumping butts with her is a bit of a blur, but I will never forget Ms. Thing’s Leopard print rockabilly style dress, and fire red 4″ heels and matching lips. Sissies take note.

Playing Along

In my time in one of NYC’s top dungeouns, I’d heard girls talk about the awesome facility in Broward county Florida. So, I made it my business to visit. They were filming for their website and I was lucky enough to get to be audience to one little subbie’s humiliation in their Blue Room. Those ladies put on quite a show. But truth be told, they still have nothing on our Mistresses of Mean.

Details, Details

So, those are a few of the things I fit in while I was in South Florida. Wanna know what else I got into or what got into me? That’s pretty personal…contact me and let me know just how bad you want all the juicy details.