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Enjoying a hotel bath on one of my many journeys around the world.

I’m back in my beloved Boston June 12-14, staying in Back Bay and excited to whip you all into shape…literally. If you’re ready for a truly special BDSM experience, book your appointment asap. Unless I’ve seen you in Boston recently, in which case….are you recovered? I hope so. I want to turn your mind upside down all over again.

This guy is confused. Really confused. Almost as confused as I was.

Fortunately, I don’t get email like this very often. Most people who contact me know that I don’t switch or sub in session EVER and that I would certainly never allow a slave to touch me with any of his fluids. The whole thing was so laughable I just had to post it.

Part of me was tempted to invite him to my studio just to offer to give him a taste of his own medicine, but that would have been far too generous, and besides I doubt he would have paid anyway!

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Me and my fellow latex models

Me and my fellow latex models

A few weeks ago I was lucky enough to shoot for The Baroness here in New York City. We had a great latex night at a warehouse in Brooklyn shooting some of her latest line. What do you think of the photos? Comment below on which outfits you like best. 

Latex Schoolgirl

School bully

Latex Sexy Outfit

Giving our troops something to come home to

Latex Bikini

All-American latex beauty

Latex Catsuit

Catsuit and Hat (the hat is mine 🙂

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Exciting news, California! I’m back in LA April 11-13! Just a couple days, but enough time to see one or two lucky slaves. I’ll be staying in Venice Beach with access to any of the dungeons on the West side of town.

Please fill out my online booking form if you wish to make arrangements for the trip. I’ll have only time for a few sessions, so apply ASAP!

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Mangano CFNM Ad

Male models get a lot of flak. Thanks to Zoolander, they’ve furthered their reputation in the mainstream as vain, ridiculous, and occasionally stupid. In my experience none of these things are necessarily true. Yes, there are male models who have those hideous traits, just as there are individuals all around the world who fall short of their basic duty as humans. The male models I have met have mostly been intelligent, savvy, ambitious, hard working, and very sweet.

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Tom Ford Foot Fetish Ad

These photos are from some of my favorite kinky ads featuring gorgeous male models. Women’s bodies are objectified often in fashion, and it’s a nice change of pace to see men in the spotlight as either sex object or sex toy.

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Tom Ford Human Pony Ad

I’m okay with mainstream fashion, music and film appropriating fetish and BDSM culture as long as it includes an accurate and respectful depiction of our world. It is largely the popularization of kink in the “glamorous” pop market that has made it a talking point for the vanilla masses. All in all, it’s a good thing: more awareness means more acceptance. And they won’t touch most of the truly taboo activities anyway, so there is still plenty of playground left for us freaks.

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Steven Klein Femdom Ad

My favorite male model right now is Rene Grincourt. You can tell he works really hard on his body, and he has a sweet and, I like to think, kindhearted expression in every photo. Rene, if you’re reading: let’s get lattes.

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Femdom Ass

I received this via email recently and thought it was quite moving (pun intended). Enjoy!

On her website Mistress Darcy clearly states that she wants to change your life. I can truthfully report that my last session with her was a life changing experience. All of our previous sessions had been great but this time Mistress took things to another level. I had been stubbornly trying to protect my heart but this time she cut through my fences and broke down my walls leaving me utterly defenseless. Resistance was futile.

We played in a private house located a few blocks from my home rather than in a dungeon or a hotel. That gave our time together a welcome domestic flavor and a touch of the surreal displacement sometimes experienced in dreams. I stood outside the house preparing to text her when I heard her call to me from the street.

“Hi poo”, she said. “Stay right there. We are going to get some coffee.” She walked up the stairs and disappeared from view only to re-emerge a few minutes later. She looked adorable in her pea coat and black chucks. Had I not known she was a professional dominatrix I would never have guessed.

We walked a few blocks to a gourmet coffee shop. I asked how her trip had gone so far. She replied that it had gone well with the exception of a no show.

“I can’t understand why someone would go through the trouble of booking an appointment and not show up!, she said shaking her head.

“I had a lot of guilt and anxiety this time”, I confessed. “I can understand the build up to a session being nerve wracking.”

“I’m not afraid of what I am going to do to you!” she replied with an evil grin. I felt an agreeable sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

After picking up breakfast and coffee we returned to the house. Mistress unlocked the door of the first apartment we came to and I found myself in a modest but well appointed living room. She instructed me to remove my clothes and leave them folded neatly on the floor.

“Yes Ma’am” I replied. Mistress left the room and I hurriedly stripped off my clothes. I knelt with my palms flat on the floor and my face pressed against the carpet. She returned and instructed me to continue holding the position while she moved about the room making preparations for the scene. Finally she was standing over me and instructed me to open my eyes.

The first thing I saw were her feet. Her toes were coated with clear nail polish. She wore strappy black sandals, black leggings and a brightly colored shirt. Her beautiful face was smiling down at me. She reached down and stroked my hair sending a tender electric shock coursing through my nervous system. I bowed my head and passionately kissed her feet. She allowed me to worship her in this fashion for a few minutes before moving her foot away.

“Table top”, she instructed.

I froze. What was she asking?

“Table top”, she repeated more firmly.

I started to panic a little then realized what she meant. I did my best to make my back perfectly flat like a table.

“Good boy” I heard her say. She placed something on my back and left it there while she went to another part of the room and did something else. Then she returned and placed a box on the floor under my nose.

“Here you can look at this”, she said. I looked down to see a transparent box full of creams and lotions intended for massage. Mistress went over and sat on the couch then beckoned me to join her. I knelt at her feet, resting my head on her legs. She used my body as her foot rest. The flat soles of her sandals felt divine pressing firmly down on my flesh.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you for a long time.” she said.

“You have Mistress?” I asked, looking up at her wide eyed with wonder.

“Yes I have little one. Just remember everything I am going to do is for me not for you. You don’t have to feel any shame or guilt. Everything is out of your control.”

“Yes Ma’am”, I replied dreamily.

She slipped on a pair of black rubber gloves and took my nipple between her thumb and forefinger playfully teasing me at first then bearing down hard. I moaned plaintively.

“Shhhh…” she whispered pinching me even harder until a little sob escaped my lips.

Mistress slipped a ball gag into my mouth and buckled it in back of my head. I rested my head on her legs and she went to work on my nipples with both hands. I bit down on the ball gag and tried to be as quiet as I could. It wasn’t easy. The torment was exquisite. Finally she reached into the box of lotions and produced a little jar.

“Open your palm” she instructed.

Mistress filled my palm with lotion and instructed me to commence rubbing her feet. I did so with great pleasure massaging her with long slow strokes as she continued to expertly torture my nipples.

“I can tell this is something you want to excel at”, she said. “You already do it much better than most. You should take a course in it and make it official.”

“Thank you Mistress!” I replied, elated by her kind words.

She extended her bare foot for me to kiss and I did so eagerly, pressing my nose and lips against the bottom just beneath her toes. I moaned softly at how delicious she smelled.

“Mmmm. That feels good!” she purred. “I can feel everything you are feeling through your little doggie nose!”

She produced a pair of clover nipple clamps and attached them. I groaned appreciatively. I don’t know how long we stayed like that with her sitting on the couch and me kneeling and rubbing her feet. Time no longer seemed to exist.

“Yes” she said, as though she had come to a decision. “I can definitely feel something rumbling down there”.

She rose languidly from the couch, turned around and peeled off her leggings, revealing her tight, firm, beautiful ass clad in panties thinner than a whisper. Reaching back she took hold of my head and pressed my nose between her gorgeous alabaster cheeks.

“Sniff” she commanded.

I obeyed her greedily and with relish. I would have happily died like that; kneeling and savoring her delicious aroma. Finally she stepped behind me and started spanking me with slow powerful strokes. Mistress Darcy’s diminutive frame can be deceiving. She packs quite a wallop. I allowed myself to drift into the blows. They felt solid, masterful, almost comforting. Finally she looked down at me suggestively and said: “It’s time”

Mistress Darcy took hold of the chain on the clamps and led me by the nipples to the back of the apartment crawling behind her on my hands and knees. I stood outside the bathroom as she spread some towels on the floor. She instructed me to lie down on my back. Removing her panties she stood directly over me revealing all of her beautiful mysteries to my hungry eyes. Then she let loose. The geyser raining down from above almost overwhelmed me! I let my mouth fill up completely before swallowing as fast as I could, desperately trying to keep up with the warm flood of nectar streaming down my throat. I didn’t want to waste a drop. I lost count of how many mouthfuls I swallowed. Finally the deluge was over.

“Are you frightened little one?” she asked smiling down at me.

“Yes Mistress. I’m a little frightened”, I admitted.

“Only a little? That’s good. It’s too late to back out now. At this point even if you wanted to stop I wouldn’t let you.”

In the interest of discretion and modesty I will leave what happened next to your imagination. Suffice to say that Mistress Darcy introduced me to a profound new act of submission that I had been dreaming about for a long time. I will never forget what she did to me on that beautiful morning or how kind and gentle she was with me afterwards. I felt incredibly bonded to her. Finally it was time to say our goodbyes. I was floating on the walk home. My whole world seemed to be wrapped in a warm rosy glow. I felt like a traveler returned from an alternate universe where time had stopped and reality had ceased to exist.

Mistress Darcy brought me through waves of fear and anxiety to find happiness and joy waiting on the other side. Echoes of that euphoria are still with me even as I type these words. Thank you Mistress Darcy for a beautiful, healing and transformational experience! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

-mudpuppy

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You’re attractive, professionally successful, and doing just fine on the vanilla dating front thanks to the bevy of dating apps out there. And yet… with a never-ending stream of gorgeous partners at your literal fingertips, you somehow find yourself wanting more. More substance. More layers. More excitement.

That ‘more’ is kink. You’re probably not sure how far you’re willing to go, or even what kinds of activities are available. Maybe you hated 50 Shades of Grey, but it did pique your interest. The more you research, though, the more you realize you don’t know. And frankly, it can be overwhelming. Don’t worry: We all have to start somewhere. Years ago, I was as vanilla as they come. Working as a ProDomme thrust me fast and furious into the world of kink, and eventually, I started exploring it at home. Now, eight years later, my sex life is extraordinary. You CAN have your cake. And eat it too! And do a hot force-feeding scene afterwards with a sexy naked chick tied to a chair.

Thanks to my job as a Dominatrix, I travel the world for kink, and there is one app that has literally changed my dating life forever. No matter where I go, Whiplr seems to have sexy scene players in my age range who are eager to meet up. The search settings allow you to narrow down your basic preferences, and the Dekadom membership helps you get even more specific about who and what you’re looking for. It attracts a broad range of experience levels as well, from skilled scene veterans to excited newbies who’ve never even tried a blindfold. I adore introducing vanillas to the scene, so it’s thrilling that so many people who’ve joined recently are brand new to BDSM. Me: kid. Whiplr: candy store.

If only there had been an app like this when I first started exploring. It’s the only global dating app dedicated to kink and fetish, and it’s getting bigger by the day. To “keep it 1000” as we say on the internet, my stock is pretty low on places like OKCupid and Tinder. As a vanilla woman, I’m just another petite brunette with curves. On Whiplr, however, I’m a feisty sex Goddess with an astonishing set of skills and experience. It gives me easy access to hot partners who might just breeze past me in other apps. ALL of the people I’ve met from Whiplr have been gorgeous and fascinating, and it’s yielded MY BEST dates ever.

To be very clear: I want hundreds of new people to join Whiplr every single day. Not because I work for Whiplr (though I kind of wish I did), but because I want a bigger dating pool! I love this app and want to do everything I can to promote it, since each new member who signs up is another adventure waiting for me.

As for those other dating apps? I’ve deleted them all. If I want vanilla, I’ll just have some ice cream.

Photo: Ian Reid.
Models: Mistress Darcy, Goddess Aviva, Bob Revolver and friends.

Dominatrix London

I just adore my wonderful friends and fans in the UK! I can’t stay away! I’ll be back in London for New Year’s for one week, December 29-January 4. If you want to see me and couldn’t find the time on my last trip, NOW is your chance! I’ll be staying in Central London and taking sessions in Bloomsbury at my favorite rental dungeon and doing domestic sessions at my flat.

My social calendar includes:
The In-Betweeners Munch Dec 29
Not-NYE Torture Garden Dec 30
Not-NYE AntiChrist Jan 2

Please fill out my online booking form to start the process if you’re brand new to me. Otherwise, just drop me an email! Can’t wait to get back with you all.

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The infamous Slutever just sent me an interview we did ages ago for Mac Cosmetics’ Magazine. I love her body of work as a journalist – she’s one of the great, iconic voices of progressive sexuality in the US right now. We’ve done a few interviews over the years, and they are inevitably insightful, provocative, fun and, on occasion, truly hilarious. Thanks gorgeous, for another great piece!

Karley Sciortino: Many people think the role of a dominatrix is simply to dominate and abuse people. They don’t realize that often sessions are catered to a client’s specific desires. Would you say your job is to execute you clients’ fantasies’ in a believable or pleasurable way?

Mistress Dee: That’s part of it. There are different kinds of dommes, just like there are different types of lawyers or chefs or anything else in the world. Some dommes feel that the service they provide is to execute people’s fantasies verbatim. Personally, I start by saying, “give me your full list of interests” – this is where their fantasies come into play – as well as a list of their hard limits. This gives me an idea of their mental landscape. So in the session, I don’t only address what they want, but also what they might not even know they want – this gives me the power. But I always have to address enough of the client’s interests that he or she continues to want to play the game – because it is a type of game; it’s removed from reality, which is what makes it BDSM, rather than actual physical or psychological abuse. I can’t completely tell the client to just do whatever I want, because then he’ll never come back to session with me again, and ultimately one of my fantasies is to make a lot of money, so I need clients.

Full interview here. Click on “see full feature” at the bottom.