Thank you…

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Dear Readers, Sweet Admirers and Lovely Visitors,

I’ve had an overwhelming and amazing month thanks to all of you. The pour out of gifts, loving emails, cards, special visits and well wishes has made my 30th birthday the absolute best I’ve ever had.

Never have I felt so warmly cared for by my clients, pets and admirers; but it’s a feeling a girl could really get used to!

While I’ve tried my best to respond to each and every person who reached out to me, I realize in the extensive correspondence, I may have missed a couple here and there. So, for all of you who were thoughtful and kind enough to help make my special day just a bit more special; thank you truly from the bottom of my heart.

I’ll be taking just one more day off to soak up the R&R I so desperately need, but as you might expect, come Wednesday I’ll hit the ground running! I have a few more blog posts in the works, another debauched role play scenario to share and a few photos taken (with permission) from some of this month’s highlight scenes…of, and how could I forget? I slew of new toys I’ve been gifted this month which will be fun for ALL to enjoy!


So stay tuned: there’s never a dull moment in my dungeon!



New TNA Review: From My Very Own Slut!

This is a particularly interesting review for me.


Very recently I began taking on new clients again (well new to me anyway) and was quicken taken by a sweet and nervous newbie with a long list of things he’d always fantasized about but never acted on. There’s something about those men, waiting so long and never giving in to what they want most until one fateful day out of the blue….I just feel for them. That longing, that unfulfilled desire….

Anyway, after my fist play date with this boy, I realized very quickly what a wonderfully open minded, submissive, masochistic and all around slutty playmate he would be. In just a brief span of time, I could see him totally surrender to me. On my medical table he went from a curious and shy visitor to a man who was unraveling his body and soul for me. This is what my experiences are for; complete abandon. Needless to say, I adore him and on his own, he’s taken to writing a very thoughtful and generous review to provide a glimpse into his initial explorations.

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And if you follow me on Twitter and would like to follow him as well: @bbslut69

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Domina Victoria Rage: Intensely Sensual and oh so Wickedly Sadistic

TNA Handle: VictoriaRage
Service Type: Fetish
Incall/Outcall: Incall
Gender: Female
Body type: Curvy
Accurate Pics?: Better in Person
Affiliation: Independent
Ethnicity: European
Skin Tone: Pale
Hair color: Black
Hair Length: To shoulder blades
Eyes: Brown
Tattoos: A Couple
Smoker?: No
Fetishes (YMMV): BDSM
Date of Meeting: 07/08/2014
Recommended?: Absolutely

There she was, leaning against the doorway to the bathroom, as I stepped out of the shower to towel off after another session of joyfully suffering for her pleasure. The look on her face says it all as she engages in some small talk: here is a woman that thoroughly enjoys what she is doing, confident, powerful, comfortable in her own skin, knows what she wants and doesn’t hesitates to take it. That aura is palatable. As I stare back and respond, I think to myself so this is what the prey must feel like right before the lioness devours them, and can’t wait for it to happen. Our two hour session is over with but oh I how I wish she would drag me back into her dungeon: time flies way too fast yet again as Victoria treated me to more of the most delightful punishments and torments. On this particular occasion who knew I’d enjoy sharp objects so much, Victoria certainly does and apparently she knew I would too.

But lets flash back to the beginning.

Thou I have been interested in various kinks for some time, I wasn’t seriously looking for a dominatrix. What a waste of opportunities to indulge but that is for another forum. I was, however, fortunate to stumble upon Victoria’s twitter page which I found refreshingly unique in terms of what she chooses to post and discuss. A reader gets a peak into the person beyond the pro domme. From her twitter page I was taken to her website and blog (both expertly put together by her), where if you read thoroughly you’ll learn more about her and what she is passionate about. It was this sense of knowing a little bit about Victoria on some “personal level” after reading all that she has posted that drove me to contact her, more so than some shared interests.

I will say that before my initial contact with Victoria, I had checked out a few other dominatrixes’s websites and I used my discover of her, if you will, as a jumping off point to amp up my research of other dominatrixes but I always came back to her. Not to be too clinical, but there was something about the “intangibles category” that kept me anchored to Victoria -hard to explain.

My first step was an email which she quickly responded to in a very personal way. I followed up with another email further outlining my interests, experience level et cetera. The required telephone conversation ensued where she follows up on what I had shared and a date was set. She made that tongue tied phone conversation quite pleasant. The appointed day arrives, and whatever apprehensions I might have had quickly vanish as she warmly welcomes me and ushers me across the threshold and into the depths of her dungeon. We sit and chat briefly, with Victoria asking a couple of questions to confirm my interests, experience level, goals for our time together and I suspect to gage my level of nervousness and how she is going to proceed with her plans. She is quite engaging, and it is easy to talk with her. I use this time to look around: the dungeon looks exactly like it is pictured on her website: clean, well laid out and organized, and filled with all sorts of delightful looking instruments of torment and pleasure all of which are top shelf.

Those fabulous pictures of her you see on her website do not do her justice when you meet her in person. Alluring and sexy she has a delightfully wicked twinkle in her eyes to match her beautiful smile, and as I was soon to discover a sultry laugh, and when she utters the words “good boy” and “oh yes you are going to take it” under her breath while subjecting you to some delicious torment well my fellow traveler you’ve died and gone to heaven. A shower is offered, and accepted. It is a great technique to refocus oneself on what is about to come. It is a full bathroom and clean as the rest of her dungeon. Once quickly showered, I present myself to her; feeling, somewhat to my surprise, quite comfortable in my nakedness as I stand there submissively before her. The specifics of the session are not important, what is was that it was beyond anything I imagined and I did a hell of a lot of imaging during those days leading up to our first date. It was an amazing experience: sensory overload and I wanted more. It is sadly true “time flies when you’re having a good time.”

I first came to Victoria with sort of a bucket list of things I wanted to experience, but as she proceeded to work her magic on me during that first visit I mentally tore that list up and threw it away. I quickly realized that this would be self limiting and surrendered myself to her. I have seen Victoria several times now, and look forward to be counted as a regular. It would be unfair to say each visit is better than the last because that would do her a disservice. Victoria puts her heart and soul into every session. Each one is unique, standing on its own even if you are getting whipped/caned at each one, deservedly so I might add, in my case, Victoria makes even that experience unique from session to session. What I will say with each visit Victoria has exposed me to new and exciting sensations; with each visit my horizons have expanded in the most unexpected and most memorable ways. During my brief time with Victoria I have experienced and enjoyed things that I would not have considered, or at minimum would have placed way down on that bucket list. As other reviewers have said, and I echo, Victoria has this way of quickly gaining your trust. She easily obtained mine which made it surprisingly easy for me to succumb to my submissive nature with, at that time, a stranger yet I didn’t feel that Victoria was a stranger at all.

Upon returning home after that first visit, I received an unexpected surprise: an email from her titled afterthoughts which is an extremely personal note from Victoria about one’s encounter. If it wasn’t clear already from your time with Victoria, such a note cements the idea that Victoria views the session as much as hers as it is yours. Like any great chef, musician, or artist she doesn’t succumb to the temptation of preparing a meal, or playing a piece of music, or lets say working glass seem routine and uninspired. The great ones always embrace something they have done countless times with passion and vigor, they have a drive to make it special each and every time. Like those individuals she seeks to grow and learn new things about her kinks: it is as if you, your body and mind, are her canvas and she is driven to make the best use of it. As you honor her with your submission, she honors you with her passion and commitment.

Consider anyone can use a whip, paddle, or cane to deliver pain, but only an artist, and she is one, knows how to use each one in such a manner as to inflict the most delicious of torments. Your mission is to appreciate the various nuances each implement brings to the party, appreciate each has its own bite, appreciate each renders its own distinct welt, appreciate each body part responds in a unique way to her use of those instruments, and most importantly appreciate that she is able to take you on that voyage of discovery. The first of many such voyages if you give her the chance.

After reading other reviewers’ tails of not so pleasant first encounters with a pro domme, I am ever so grateful to the powers to be that Victoria was waiting for me when I finally took that first step. You will be too.

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Chastity Release Party: The Filthy Recap!


The party… My oh my, what can I say? 

It’s taken me nearly a week to find the words to express what exactly happened that fateful Independence Day and even now, I realize my toned down ‘blog friendly’ version of this recap doesn’t do it justice. It was filth, it was fun, it was everything you’d expect from me if given a room full of willing participants.
Imagine, a suite full of desperate men who had been locked for weeks in rigid chastity for weeks, my cruel lifestyle girlfriends, and three overly sexed young professional coutesans who couldn’t contain their amusement at my caged up boys. It was a recipe for an adrenaline filled evening that surely did not disappoint!

Right off the bat I had all my pets strip; why waste any time with formalities? My ladies entertained themselves by pointing out the men with especially modest endowments as I removed their devices. Of course, before doing so, I issued a stern warning that any self touching would lead to their immediate banishment from this party. After a very brief CFNM meet and greet, it was time for the first event; a game.


Round 1: Open Wide
The first game was a cock sucking contest! You can’t really be surprise can you?
Once I declared the name of the event, I could see some boys were more enthused than others; and a couple were visibly terrified until they realized the ladies of the party were all strapping into their tight fitting strap ons. Had they really thought I’d begin with enforced bi? (maybe next year). Their relief would be short lived as *I* picked out the dildos to be used, and as you might assume – I went BIG! In groups of four my pets all dropped to their knees and went to town as best they could. Eyes wide and jaws locked open they tried to force as many inches down their throats as possible…well most of them did anyway. I learned oh so much about my boys as some took to it like fish in water while others lapped at the engorged plastic cocks like they were eating lollipops. Novices! The girls were all quite amused, some sitting or standing politely as the boys offered their ministrations, while others went on to thrust forcefully into the boys faces – thoroughly testing their gag reflexes. 
After finding one real stand out in the crowd, we briefly deliberated before declaring him the overwhelming winner! His reward? 15 minutes alone with one of my previously mentioned over sexed friends. She was more than happy to offer him his due, actually she was beyond thrilled – grabbing a handful of condoms and taking him forcefully by the hand to the ‘relief room’. Needless to say, he didn’t even need the full 15 minutes after being locked up for 32 days.
After seeing what the first reward was, the rest of the crowed was even more motivated to win the remaining events.

Round 2: The Race
The next game was simply titled The Race, though more specifically it could be called the Peg Race. I got this idea from Kami Tora (pic above. We set down two long benches with a line of butt plugs in ever increasing sizes. The plugs started small, only an inch and a quarter, but then got bigger and bigger. The last plug was basically the size of a coke can. It was more than fortunate of me to have a skilled carpenter in my stable and he hand crafted half a dozen Peg Boards just because he knew I wanted to make this photo a reality.

The rules were simple:
* Any of my anal sluts could enter the race
* Their asses would have to touch the bench all the way before moving on.
* The winners would be the two who finished the race the fastest, or went the furthest for those who failed to finish.
* They could not go so fast that they risked injury to themselves and all of this would be done under the watchful eye of EVERYONE in the room.

As it turns out I only had four pets who thought that they were experienced enough to try the race. Glory Holes would have been one of my favorites to win but unfortunately (for him!) he is being punished and I am not allowing him to play with his ass for six months. So he had to bow out of an event. The competition was fierce, the 4 volunteers lined up, lubed up and got ready to begin. All of them were rather cocky in their abilities – thinking this would be a piece of cake! Oh how wrong they were…..

My four sluts moaned and groaned as they impaled themselves on plug after plug, coaxed on by the thought of the unnamed reward that was to come! It was quite a visual….and the one moment in the party that I truly regretted my very own NO VIDEO policy.

Much to my surprise, three of the four actually finished the course! Frankly, the rest of us just couldn’t believe it but these boys wanted to win BAD! Only after we determined who fished fastest (by a mere 2 seconds) did we declare the second winner. His prize was simple but precisely what he wanted; a fisting from the lady of his choice in the relief room.

Round 3: Jewels In Peril

In round three the intensity was really ramped up. I had only planned 4 various games and so, it was widely known that while 10 men were in attendance, only 4 would win prizes. Naturally, as things were meant to be harder and harder as the night wore on, this scenario and all others from here on out were mandatory.
I lined my playmates up in an orderly row and had them all look me in the eye as I explained this would be a (safe) ball busting tournament. Heads lowered and eyes squeezed tightly shut as the true gravity of what was going to happen really sunk in. My Domme friends mercifully began with small taps, slaps, smacks and ever building forms of impact to get them acclimated. The echos of grunts filled the room as we all quickly realized that the two boys who already visited the ‘relief room’ had it easiest in this game. After 3 men had to bow out after just a few light whacks, the rest stood overwhelmingly firm until we had built up to mild kicking. Our silky bare feet and soft leather boots did the trick after just another couple of minutes, but it was positively amusing to see them struggle with the entirety of their will power to be the last man standing. 
After much impact and a rather impressive display of focus we had our winner – and though his balls were aching from the game, he was thrilled to take his pleasure as gifted to him; relief via forced bi with my personal slave Glory Holes.

Round 4: Hard Rods

For the final event, the last seven boys were simply positioned bottoms up and caned while they were allowed to tend to themselves. Though better prizes were meted out earlier in the evening, they were quite happy to be allowed even this.  A few of them though, were complete lightweights and couldn’t summon the focus needed to break their dry spell, while others had the concentration of an Olympic athlete as they headed towards the finish line, ignoring the ever growing warmth in their upturned asses. This round, Glory Holes, took it the hardest but was denied relief entirely. It seems only fitting that despite his 6 weeks in lock up, that he be forced to endure a relief party without gaining the benefit of any relief….he is my personal slave after all.
When things wound down and everyone appeared a bit spent, I gave the group a few moments to collect themselves as I laid out my last plan of the night. I passed around some necessities: wine, protection, lubrication and towels, and it became clear that I was setting everyone up for a Spartan style free for all. I didn’t need to encourage anyone at this point…the hint was taken loud and clear as people teamed up for one last hurrah before the fireworks. From a few feet away, I sat on the only surface that wasn’t overtaken by writhing bodies (the dining room table) and sipped a glass of decadent Noir. Though it was an exciting and busy evening, I took in the visuals and memories as best I could. It certainly wasn’t bad for a first year…..but I think next year, I’ll find a way to outdo myself.  Until then, back into lock up boys!

New Kinky Cohort: Meet Master Prophet

I’ll keep this short and sweet my lovelies, since I know you’re all waiting on a recap of my July 4th festivities….but I do have something rather attention grabbing to announce to you duo-loving play mates. By repeated and overwhelming request, I’ve begun a search for the every elusive Professional Male Dominant.  And as I often boast that there’s nothing on this earth I can’t procure; I’ve gone ahead and found the right man for the job.

Meet Master Prophet.

He’s diverse, commanding and militaristic; a perfect addition to my little den of iniquity and an absolute icon of male Dominance. For those of you who have always longed for the Female and Male Dominant led scene; consider your wish granted.

While I would describe him as a quick witted, creative player with a background in the Armed forces who enjoys intense bondage, sensation and predicament play above all else, my commentary can only go so far when the man has a few words to say about himself.   So, without further ado…


My name is Master Prophet and I would like formally introduce myself.

I am a 10 year experienced kinkster in many forms of play. I have a wide variety of interest that revolve around sensory deprivation and bondage. I love to ensnare my toys in many a device and then remove their ability to sense where I am or what I will do next. Be it tickling or torture, you’ll just have to wait to find out!

Some of the things that I favor are rope bondage, ice torment, wax play and predicament scenarios to name just a small few. Naturally, there are a few things that I don’t allow:  BSP (blood/scat/piss), breath control and intercourse. I am a professional above all else and I respect those that I play with!


And there you have it gentlemen; just imagine all the fresh and intense new dynamics and scenarios this can open up!

As Master Prophet is a very busy man and this is NOT his full time profession – his schedule tends to run after 5pm most evenings with advance notice. The compensation for his time is $200 for the first hour and $150 for each additional hour; following the same booking and tribute protocol as my own.  His typical boundaries are also the same as my own in that he is only offering his time as a Top (no escorting or switching).

So my darlings, whenever you’re ready to dive in with two of Seattle’s finest debauched Dominants; you just let me know.

First Annual – Chastity Release Party!



Here we are, two days before the 4th of July and while everyone else is out buying grill supplies and fire works in bulk, here I sit stocking up on supplies for a very different type of event.

Independence day will be my first ever “Chastity Release” party!

Many Mistresses host their own semi-public events, Foot Night being one of the more well known occasions, and I’ve always wanted to have my own kinky coming together revolving around things that were near and dear to my heart. So after a bit of reflection, it dawned on my that key holding is one of my very favorite activities. It’s hard to believe that in a venue that’s so erotic, I deny many men the benefit of self pleasure all in a demonstration of their submission to me, their Domina.

While it’s true that this is NOT the case with *most* of my visitors, there is a sizable group of regulars near and far who have turned over their family jewels to this strict and unflinching key holder….and since I’m always one to reward when good behavior should be applauded; a select dozen have been invited to lose their bonds for a day and enjoy a 6 hour party in the theme of decadent overindulgence.

Naturally, there would be a bit of unbalance if I were the only Top in attendance, so I’ve invited a few of my closest dominant girlfriends and a few woman of flexible repute to give these poor boys a chance for a bit of a break from their bonds and cages. I’m planning a series of challenges, games and prizes – all of which will be written about after the holiday for you to envy and gasp over.



So stay tuned….in a few days, I’m going to have one hell of a blog entry coming your way…



Now, before my inbox fills up with a flurry of questions: let me answer them off the bat.


Why wasn’t I invited?

Only a dozen people were – and they were hand chosen based on schedule, play style, flexibility in playing with other men/ women, and a number of other factors. If you weren’t invited, it didn’t mean you didn’t ‘make the cut’, it just means that I had limited space and chose to invite guests almost in lottery style.


Will you be doing this again next year?

Yes, I fully intend on it.


Can I come next year?

Possibly. If I’ve been your key holder for more than 6 months, you’re a regular visitor, you will be in the area, are happy to play and participate with kinksters of all genders and will not require my on on one undivided attention; yes, I’ll send you an invite next year.


Is there a fee?

Yes, but it’s minimal and covers the venue, food, drinks and supplies.


Is the party in your dungeon?

No. For a number of reasons, this will be held at a fully equipped location within Seattle that is private, clean, safe and NOT in my dungeon.


If I’ve been invited, can I bring anyone?



I haven’t been invited, but can I help in any way?

Not this year, but next year – perhaps. Anyone interested in forced bi (who is a current visiting playmate) may volunteer their skills for the next event.


Will any other Seattle Pro Dommes be attending?

Pro Dommes – no. As professionals require compensation for their time when their are ‘working’, I have chosen my real life Dominant girlfriends – all of whom are genuine lifestyle Mistresses to populate this gathering.


Will there be any Pro Dommes attending next year?

Maybe. I’ve played with the idea of charging a twinge more for entry in order to cover the time of a few professionals. We’ll see how this first event goes though…

Attention: Lovers of High Heels And Women’s Feet

Darling fetishists,

I’m doing a bit of closet purging this week to make room for some new items I have in route.

In particular, I’ve noticed my shoe collection has grown completely out of control and many of the items in my rotation are ripe for retiring!

With that in mind, I have three lovely pairs of well worn heels that I’m putting up for sale.

They will be going for $75 a pair or $200 for the lot. Shipping costs could range from $20-$40 but I will let you know exactly via email depending on your ZIP Code.

If you’re interested, drop me a line:

These will disappear fast!


New Review: A Punished Pet

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I have visited Mistress V (as I like to call her) fives times now.  Each time is better than the last, and EVERY time has been wonderful.

She has many glowing reviews (all well deserved) however most of these are from people who have seen her once or twice.  I thought it might be interesting for people to see a report from someone who is a ‘regular’.

I am definitely that – I have been seeing her exclusively now every 5 weeks (I wish I could see her more frequently but alas, financial limitations prevent this).

First, a little about me.  Before seeing Mistress V, I had been to a Pro-Domme about 10 years ago.  The experience was so terrible I decided BDSM or any other related activity wasn’t for me.

However last year, after a life changing event, I re-evaluated things and decided to give it another chance.  I did a bunch of research, searched through lots of ads, read lots of reviews, and finally settled on Mistress V largely because of her web site and her lucid writing.  I voraciously read everything on both her website and her extensive blog site.  It was clear she was obviously a woman of charm and intelligence and her profession was her passion.

This last fact was important to me; I wanted to see someone that really, truly enjoyed what she did.  I wanted to know that whatever transpired between us, she would derive at least some enjoyment out of it.

My first visit with her was an eye opening experience and worth a write up all by itself.  Her dungeon was scrupulously clean and her collection of ‘dungeon toys’ was simply mind boggling.  I suspect she has the best dungeon in WA.

I also learned a few things about myself:
1. I’m a bit of a pain slut (a big surprise for me).
2. I have difficulty living in the moment.

Mistress V quickly recognized both of these qualities and has capitalized on #1 and is rapidly solving #2.

On my third visit, I formally asked her if she would train me as one of her submissives.  She takes this request very seriously and has requirements that must be met, one of which is to accomplish a significant life time goal, in her name, within a year.

I should add one thing here – Mistress V is an artist when it comes to tailoring her sessions to clients.  My situation may not be for everyone; I enjoy being dominated both physically and mentally – but others may not.  Rest assured, she has the technical skill and breadth of experience to accommodate any situation (within her boundaries of course).

What follows is a fairly close accounting of my recent visit on 5/24/2014.  I can’t go into exhaustive detail about everything that happened – that would violate the precious trust I’ve built with her.  But I think there are enough interesting details here to make this lengthy piece a worthy read.

My visit
This was my fifth visit with Mistress V and I was a bit nervous because during our last date, she had given me ‘homework’ that I was to complete before seeing her again.

My assignment was simple:
Complete chastity (unless my wife asked for sex) for two weeks, followed by two weeks of twice a day masturbation.

I had ininitially thought this was going to be pretty easy.  The first two weeks might be tricky, but the 2nd two weeks – a no-brainer.

Or so I thought.

Work kept me busy and it was easy to remain chaste for two weeks. But when the 2nd two weeks rolled around, I found it nearly impossible to masturbate once every day.  And twice every day?  Forget about it.

After failing a few times, I sort of just stopped trying.

She won’t remember I thought to myself.

Or maybe … I could just lie to her? but I winced at that thought.

In truth, however, I was wondering what would happen if I intentionally disobeyed her.

When the day arrived for my session, I was mulling this thought over as I knocked on her door and waited for her to answer.  This was my first time at her new dungeon and I was curious to see what changes she had made.

The door opened and she welcomed me inside.  The sudden change from bright daylight to dim dungeon light left me essentially blind for a minute or two.

As my eyes adjusted, she gave me a warm hug (Christ does she smell wonderful!) and then guided me to a well upholstered red chair where I sat across from her and drank from a goblet of water she had waiting for me.

She was dressed in a black spandex cat suit cut low in front and had on thigh high leather boots with stiletto heels.  Her lovely figure was accentuated by the tight fabric, and I couldn’t help but notice the silver necklace around her neck with an oval pendent, inset with a black stripped stone (onyx?), dangling seductively between her pale full breasts.

She is a beautiful woman, more attractive in person than the lovely photos on her web site.  Her raven black hair contrasts strikingly with her pale skin, and she has full red lips and exotic eyes.  There is a certain presence about her – calm, confident, warm and genuine.  There is also a sense of hidden energy too – just simmering under the surface.  You just want to be near her.  To spend time with her. To be her presence.  She is intoxicating.

As usual we began with some quiet conversation.  Beginning this way helps put me at ease and was invaluable during my first few visits.

I had sent her email over the last few weeks explaining that I needed to be more forth-right with her.  I was guilty of holding back and not always letting her know what I liked or wanted.  She is human after all and can’t read minds, so it’s very important to tell her want you want.

As a result, I had promised myself I would be open and honest about things.

As I talked, she watched me with a calm steady gaze.  At times it was hard to meet her eyes – she seems to see right into your soul – but it felt good (albeit a bit embarrassing) to tell her private things that I couldn’t tell others.

The main thing I wanted was for her to test my limits; I wanted to be forced to submit.  I told her that at times I found it difficult to completely commit during our sessions.  There was always some hesitation in my mind. But perhaps if she pushed me – tested me – I would then submit to her without reservation.

After this explanation she asked a few questions.

“Duration or intensity?” she asked.

“Intensity” I replied.  I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by this but I would soon find out.

“I may leave marks…” she said, and I felt a thrill go through me.

“Your marks are an honor for me Mistress.”  She smiled at this.

We talked a bit more about specifics; I mentioned a few other things I was curious about; literally nothing fazes this woman.

Finally, she asked if there was anything else I wanted to tell her.

“No.” I replied.

As I showered – readying myself for things to come – a feeling came over me; that of just offering myself up as dinner to a hungry lioness….

When I came out of the bathroom she smiled at me and said,

“I hope you are dry because leather and wet skin don’t mix well.”

“I am Mistress” I replied.  Oh how I love to call her Mistress!

She then placed a very stiff, tight collar around my neck.  It was constructed in such a way as to prevent me from looking down or up; reminiscent of a medical neck brace but made of exquisitely stiff leather.  I later found out this was called a ‘posture collar’.

Whenever she puts a collar around my neck, a pleasant light headed sensation starts to come over me.  My breath quickens and a flush of warmth stirs in my loins.  This is the preliminary stage of subspace and if you haven’t experienced it you don’t know what you are missing.  Like one of Pavlov’s poor dogs, I have been conditioned to respond this way and it happens more easily each time I see her.  Eventually, I will probably drop into subspace when she just looks at me; an embarrassing situation if I ever saw her in a grocery store. :)

She then tied a rope to a ring in the collar, gave it a quick tug and led me like a pet to a formidable steel cage laying horizontally on the floor.  The top of the cage was solid and covered with padded leather and it was on this she instructed me to lie down on.  She then proceeded to tie me down to the cage very tightly – to the point where I was almost unable to move.

She began with some CBT -a first for me.

I was tied down in such a way that if I moved various sensitive parts of my body would be stretched in painful ways.  As she proceeded to torment me, I was able to see her out of the corner of my eye – her long black hair silhouetted against the dim background dungeon light.

I was being tortured by a beautiful sadist … and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend a sunny Saturday afternoon.

She is an expert at ramping up pain.  The pain is very focusing, almost pleasurable, and beyond hot when I thought about her causing it.  It’s very hard to describe.  As I squirmed about she reminded me if I pulled too hard I could castrate myself.  A sobering thought indeed – I stopped squirming…

As things continued, she carried on a running conversation with me – asking pointed, probing questions.  At times it was difficult to answer.

And then the question I most feared.

“William, did you complete your assignment?” she asked innocently, in her sweet voice.

Fuck! I think to myself.  She DOES remember.

“You didn’t think I would forget did you?” and a coy smile crosses her face.

“Well, I don’t know Mistress… I thought maybe …?”

“Of course not William! I’ve been waiting for you to explain yourself…” and she applied more clamps to various parts of my body, forcing me further into subspace.

“Did you, in fact, complete your assignment?”

“No Mistress…”  I reply through a fog of pain.

She sighs.

“William, didn’t we have a conversation about disobedient pets?”

“Yes Mistress…” I stammered.  I remembered we most definitely did have that discussion months ago.  Unfortunately for me, she has a good memory.

“Did you disobey me on purpose?” again with the innocent sounding voice.

The pain I was being subjected to and the pleasure of subspace were now working in unison – acting like a truth serum; I had to concentrate hard to answer her.

“No … well, ah yes … maybe …”, my words trailed off.  There was no use in denying it, she was on to me.

“I know you did” she said matter-of-factly, “I know your kind.”

A big shudder ran through me.  Wow!  When she says stuff like that to me, I can’t help but get aroused and excited. She knows exactly what to say without being over the top.

And deep down – she knows me all too well.

By this time, I am writhing about, straining hard against my restraints. I feel the rope tight around my arms and thighs.

“Why didn’t you bring me a list of your failures, as I told you to?”

“Because … because the numbers were too large Mistress!” A lame-ass answer but it was the truth.  “I was afraid you might be upset!”

“And did you really think hiding it from me would make things easier?”

“No … no Mistress, I … um …”

She interrupts me:

“William, do you think you deserve this punishment for disobeying me?”

By that time, I was at my physical pain limit.

“Oh God! Yes! Yes Mistress … yes!”

And then I begged for mercy and called out ‘yellow’ (a safe word).  I’ve never had to do that before.

But this only buys me a few seconds of reprieve.

“How many times did you fail?” she asked insistently.

“Maybe 6?” I said weakly.

“No….. I think 50″ she replied without hesitation.

“But… but Mistress!” I said tremulously, “It was for only two weeks, how could failing twice each day for two weeks ever add up to 50?”

But she just looked at me and said firmly, “50″.

I would later receive this number of lashes from her single-tail as further punishment.

When she was finished with me, she untied the restraints.  I was covered in sweat; my arms and legs felt like wet noodles.  As I stood up I almost fell.  I leaned against the cage and tried to regain my strength.  She handed me a glass of water, but I was so shaky I couldn’t really hold it.

She held it for me as I drank deeply; a simple act that further reminded me of her dominance over me.

Next she had me kneel in front of a mirror.  I was to be whipped with her single-tail – 50 lashes, and I had to count them out one at a time – and if I said anything else, apart from asking for a brief pause, she would restart at 1.

I almost screwed this up twice; the first time was after the fourth lash.

“Oh my God,” I muttered under my breath, “50 of these?!”

She immediately stopped and said, “What did I just say?”

My head was swimming – and it was difficult to answer but I managed.

“That I shouldn’t speak…”

“That’s right William.  I’ll let it slide this time.”

She continued to whip me, in sets of 10.  After each set, I would fall forward to catch my breath.  The pain was agonizing.

At 30 lashes I exclaimed:

“Permission to speak Mistress!”

“No.” she replied, and continued whipping me.

I had wanted to plead for mercy…

I endured another set of 10 lashes, and then another.

After the 50th lash she then asked me what I wanted to say – but I couldn’t really remember by then – and it didn’t matter anymore.

By far, the most memorable image I have of that day – and it will stick with me forever – was when she paused while whipping me and told me to look in the mirror.

I saw myself, naked, kneeling, collar around my neck, and her, standing directly behind me – legs spread apart in a commanding pose, all in black, holding the whip.  Her raven black hair cascaded down around her shoulders, contrasting beautifully with her pale skin.

She was standing there with complete authority – looking calmly down at me.

It was almost like an art fetish photo – I was perfectly aligned with her in the mirror; soft violet light dimly lit the room.

And then she said something I will never forget:

“Disobeying your Pro Domme, that’s one thing….”

She paused thoughtfully.

“But disobeying your Mistress …. that’s personal.”

Her words just devastated me.  And it was the most perfect thing for her to say at that moment.

“Oh Mistress!” I exclaimed and collapsed forward, face down on the floor, trembling in complete subjugation.

I was shaking, almost tearful, overcome with emotion.  This was the feeling I had wanted, that I needed.  It was the feeling of utter submission; of completely losing myself.  I wanted to please her and no other. No other thought entered my mind.

Nothing else mattered.


I was truly alive and living in the moment.  And I had this indescribable connection with her.

Victoria’s Dirty 30!





Honestly, I can’t believe it.

I feel like it was just a couple years ago that I was lying about my age to sneak into bars and excitedly looking forward to when I’d be old enough to rent a car.

Now on the cusp of 30, I’m counting the days until I forever say goodbye to my early youth. I have no regrets, I had an amazing decade: I moved to Seattle, I found and collared two personal slaves, bought a house, bought a car, traveled a bit and spent almost every waking moment indulging my deepest fantasies. I really can’t wait to see what the future holds!

As much as I teeter on whether or not I think yearly milestones are a big deal – I *do* care about this one and will be celebrating in a BIG way.

For those who enjoy the idea of sending a little momento to help me celebrate, I’m still entirely obsessed with Amazon and you can find my Wish List HERE.

I’m also deeply in love with Champagne, sparking wine, gift certificates to awesome brunch places and anything latex, but naturally none of that is necessary.

Material possessions aren’t the only thing that would help me enjoy my special day; just as last year, I fully intend on loading my calendar with appointments revolving around my very favorite activities. So if you’d like to contribute your physical self to my enjoyment – I’m always up for that as well.

I will also be taking a few days off to simply revel relaxation, so from Friday July 18th- Tuesday July 22nd so just a head up, I’ll be unreachable.


Until then, I’m going to kick things off early and treat myself to an overwhelming amount of self indulgence for the rest of my 29th year. Let’s see just how much decadence and and debauchery I can cram into the next few weeks.



A New Review: From A Novice’s Perspective

Darling Perverts,


Over the last month, I’ve opened myself up to seeing new clients a little more than I normally would, and by ‘new’ I don’t necessarily mean that they’re just new to me. I’ve been opening my door to those who are new to professional BDSM in general; something I find to be a very special honor.  This craving for ‘fresh meat’ put a lovely man in my path last week and we had a simply wonderful time together…so much so that I’ll be enjoying his company again here in a just a few days. In the meantime, while I am flooded with thoughts and visions of what I’ll be doing to him next, he is still absorbing the sensations of what he just experienced… and he was kind enough to write his first-ever review in order to capture and highlight his kinky deflowering.

I hope you boys enjoy the read…


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DATE: May 2014
NAME: Domina Victoria Rage
AGENCY OR INDY: Independent
ACCURATE PICTURE: Yes, even more stunning in person
AGE: Late 20′s
PERSONALITY: Deliciously Dominant, Perversely Playful
RACE: Caucasian
BODY TYPE: An old school bombshell, if I was a cartoon wolf, my eyes would bug out of my head!
WEIGHT: Didn’t ask, don’t care!
HEIGHT: 5’5″
BUST: Full, and perfect
WAIST / HIPS: Curves that will haunt your dreams
HAIR: Long, dark, and tantalizing
EYES: Hazel
FEET: All I remember are the bright red high heels.
SKIN TONE: Perfectly pale against her black outfit
TATTOOS: 2 beautiful ones (That I have seen in pictures only)
CLOTHES: Skin-tight black catsuit. MEOW!
ENERGY LEVEL DISPLAYED: Measured and controlled, spiking when needed
DRINKS: At the end of a long day, I sure hope so!
DONTS: Don’t flake
SCREENING PROCESS: Variable – See website
EMAIL / PHONE / RATES: See website
RECOMMEND: Absolutely!
REPEAT: (do you intend to see provider again?) Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.

As a preface, this review is not just for my first session with Domina Victoria Rage, but in fact my first visit ever to a Dominatrix / Mistress of any sort. This was an experience that was literally decades in the making. Domina Victoria gave me an absolutely perfect introduction into the world of kinky BDSM fun that not only lived up to the anticipation but surpassed it in so many delicious ways. I feel so very fortunate to have crossed paths with this Sadistic, Playful, and Caring Domina!

After writing my letter of introduction, we spoke on the phone to discuss my interests and schedule a time. As the date approached we continued to exchange emails where I asked her questions, or listed additional things I was too tongue-tied to say on the phone. As this was all new to me, I read through her blog / website to try to get an idea of what to expect, and I was very impressed with the amount of work she puts in to her online presence. There is so much great info, and it really helped me feel comfortable enough to take the first step and make contact.

I arrived at the dungeon on a beautiful sunny day, with my heart trying to pound it’s way out of my chest. After knocking on the door, it swung open revealing… nothing! It was pitch black inside to my unadjusted eyes. I stepped across the threshold as the door closed behind me. Faint red light began to work it’s way in to my optic nerves as I heard Domina Victoria moving around me, still invisible. Finally as we introduced ourselves, I managed to make out her mind-bogglingly perfect silhouette. Her shiny black catsuit was accented with a pair of sexy red heels, and her long, dark hair was pulled back in to a tight pony tail. She is stunningly beautiful, and carries herself with a sexy confidence that had me ready to drop to my knees.

We sat briefly to discuss how I was feeling, and go over any concerns that I had before I took a quick shower in her immaculate and well appointed bathroom. Her entire dungeon was very clean, with multiple rooms lined with an impressive collection of furniture, gear, tools, and implements of kinky delight. The space feels somehow intimate despite being large enough to house everything. Rumor has it that the walls have recently been painted black, which I can not wait to see! Sexy, dark music was quietly playing during the session, which surprised me at first, but which I really enjoyed. (I would buy a soundtrack from my session if I could!)

I emerged naked from the shower and Domina Victoria Rage directed me in to the next room. She sat down in a chair, firmly grabbed my wrist and pulled me across her lap. It was then that I received my very first spanking of my life. I will not go in to the specific details of what she did to me during our session beyond this, but suffice it to say that it was an absolutely incredible experience for me. And to be honest, all the BDSM activities, tools, gear, implements etc… are all a means to an end for me. It is all about the mental space and the guided journey to the darker, unexplored places in my mind that I had been desperately craving for so very long. Don’t get me wrong, I loved every second of exotic torment and all her tools of the trade! But I had the unmistakable feeling that these were all part of a deeper experience that was about energy, submission, and mental exploration.

I admittedly threw a lot of ideas at Domina Victoria Rage in terms of activities and interests during our pre-session communication. Far too many to cram in to our allotted time! But she expertly identified the common themes running through them, and wove together a  session that hit all my buttons in just the right way. Even buttons I didn’t know I had! Despite the fact that I had listed very specific activities, I was totally surprised (In the best way possible) by the journey she took me on. She played my body like a musician might play an instrument, expertly using tools and techniques that had me completely under her control, moaning, crying out in agony, sighing in relief and trembling in anticipation.

If you choose to see her, you will find that Domina Victoria puts a lot of thought in to every aspect of her sessions. Even while inflicting the most intense pain, it is obvious she cares deeply. She offered water when I needed it, and checked in with me when she sensed I might need a brief timeout here and there. The Mistress also knew just when to push my limits when I was getting too comfortable. She expertly tickled the edges of my mind with hints of fear or threats of pain to come when I needed it.  Domina Victoria knew *just* how far to take things by reading me and my reactions.

I truly can not express in words what a great experience this was. If you are a newbie like me, you could not possibly place yourself in better hands than those of Domina Victoria Rage. If you are a tried and true BDSM aficionado, I can only imagine how enjoyable it would be to explore your kinks, and push your limits with this amazing Woman at the wheel! Thank you Domina Victoria for a truly special, memorable and fulfilling experience that I had been looking forward to for so very long. You gave me memories that I will always treasure.

Other funny, surprising and standout moments:

The wicked / sweet smile that crossed Domina Victoria’s face when I told her I had never been spanked in my life, even as a child.

Lying, strapped down to a table and Hearing Domina Victoria’s evil laugh from the next room , as she was deciding which device to use on me next.

The look of pure wicked joy on her face when she unsheathed her cat claws, a toy I had admitted to her I was afraid of.

The long loud moan that issued from my lips when Domina Victoria let her hair down mid-session. I was in such a state that this had almost as much impact on me as a cane stroke!

I flinched WELL before the contact of a paddle stroke, and Domina Victoria, stopped the paddle inches from my behind, tilted her head and gave me a knowing look that sent a chill down my spine. The next stroke she pulled back again at the last second, but I didn’t move a millimeter. She said “Oh, I didn’t fool you that time.” What she didn’t know was that she did fool me. But after the flinch I was actually sad that the stroke had not connected. I had relaxed into my body, and I was so eager and hungry for the next stroke that I simply surrendered and waited for it. I was unable to speak at this point, so did my best to communicate by wiggling my ass.  ;D

I responded “Gubuhhh” after a question during disciplinary impact play, to which Domina Victoria replied “Gubuhhh is not an answer!” And gave me 10 rapid fire strokes as I attempted to get my mouth working again. The tone in her voice as she corrected me is burned in to a special place in my mind.  ::)

Subspace… I did not think I was going to get there, but I went there in a big way. It is the most amazing feeling, and I don’t know if I have never felt more content in my life than at the end of our session. I was strapped down, completely immobile, yet soaring through the clouds on newly sprouted wings.


I Need Your Help Boys: Website Woes!

I hate to double down on posts, but today I’m doing the same thing I do every few months…..staring at my website and wondering what (if anything) could be improved. (

If you’re familiar with me, you know I had a pretty extensive corner of the web that I designed and controlled until about 6 months ago when I handed the aesthetics over to a company I had long adored. Now, I don’t like it….

It could just be me, I nitpick and over think things to an absurd degree, but the clean lines and minimized informational pieces have me thinking I want to revert back to the old version where I have total control and as many pages of text/photos as I’d like.


So….my dear boys who know what my last website looks like well enough to compare against this one…..


Which do you prefer?

I swear, your help is 100% and totally welcome…



Latex Haul: What you can expect this season….

I’m on a bit of a latex bender lately…

Every so often my preferred session attire changes and I go through a deep phase which typically includes bumping up my kinky clothing collection in a big way. The last couple of months, I’ve been all about catsuits, before that it was skimpy black dresses and stilettos.  Not that you can go wrong with a string of changes like that, but now I’ve placed a sizable order with my favorite retailer Westward Bound and I’m anxiously waiting for the arrival of my super sexy new duds.

So… as a bit of a teaser, here’s what you’ll have to look forward to seeing me in this season!

(Photo shoot with me in these garments forthcoming!)


Latex Nun: Ordered in colors as shown.


Latex Plunge Dress: Ordered in silver with black trim.


Latex Interrogatrix: Ordered in gray and white.


Latex Nurse: Ordered in colors as shown.





His Wife Left Me Speechless….

 “Please don’t hang up”, she said calmly.
“I know you’re the Mistress my husband has been seeing and I’m not upset.
I’ve read your website and I just can’t do what you to do him….but I want him to be happy. His name is John (not really, but that’s what we’re going with) and I’m Sherry”. My ears burned as she uttered the name of one of my beloved regulars, I felt my face twist in a cringe at the thought of possibly never seeing him again. There was a long pause, I really didn’t know how to respond. Calls from angry wives are no problem, I’ve handled them more times then I want to count, but an understanding wife? She caught me off guard. She picked up on my obvious heightened anxiety and mercifully began to fill in the blanks.
“We share an email account she said, I almost never use it because I have one for work, but I saw a chain of correspondence between you two. It’s okay that he visits you, really, I’ve known he was into kink since we met, but I’m hoping you could help me”.
I braced myself and asked the question I was now obligated to cough up; How would you like me to help you?
“I want you to help me dominate him.”…..
I choked on my soda and screamed -oh absolutely! I couldn’t get the words out fast enough. In any other situation, I would have ended our discussion immediately, but I know my client well. They had married in their early 20′s and been happily joined for 22 years, he loved her dearly, so dearly that he only saw me because I reminded him so much of her and that I was strictly BDSM. He never wanted to cross any boundaries that he felt would displease his lady love and often fantasied that she was standing in my shoes. I knew in my heart that if *she* was on board with all of this, he would be ecstatic to include her!
We talked for a while, mostly answering her very basic kink questions and about how a professional dungeon works. Naturally, she was too inquisitive to be let off the hook so easily. I wanted to know why she knew he was kinky from the start and after a very long and healthy marriage she was only *now* feeling encouraged to pursue his interest.
It didn’t come as much surprise to me as her story unfolded. When they were young, exploring their sexual selves, he very casually asked her if she was familliar with certain aspects of BDSM.
‘He asked if I like to punish’,  she said. “I was so taken by his question that I simply blurted out no….but I was too nervous to expand on why I said no so quickly. I’d always been the one who enjoys being punished, but having no real sexual experience with it, I was ashamed to tell him.”
After a little probing, the full story came out….
She was raised in the Midwest, by a loving mother and strict but apparently very attractive step father. It was an ‘old school’ household where spanking was the measure of discipline, not that she found herself in trouble often at all. To make a long story short, she confessed that she was always more excited then scared when she knew she deserved a trip across his lap.  How could she ever tell her husband?
I reassured her that it would be ‘easy’ to clue him in, you’re both keeping intimate secrets at this point, so let’s just open the flood gate!
I had her join in on our next appointment, unbeknownst to him until he exited the shower and saw his wife dressed in my kinky clothing, waiting for him next to me. He was very right, we looked so much alike and it was wonderful to have attire that both fit and flattered her for this occasion. He nearly hit the floor when he figured out this was ‘okay’ with her. She was wearing my cat suit after all….the look on his face was priceless and the endless stream of comments about her beauty and poise warmed my frozen little heart.
I showed her how to wrap him around her finger, what he wanted and what he needed; it was amazing to see the two of them, so much in love and still finding new ways to explore each other. Of course, practice makes perfect so now this lovely couple and I have a standing date twice a month. I set the role play, they both get an email the morning of our date, then I show her all about how to work the gadgetry in my dungeon to make this fantasy a reality. Two scenes in and we’re all having a blast – and to think of all the years wasted from fear of sexual rejection!
As perfect as this whole scenario worked out for them, there was one tidbit missing; she was still left wanting. Her husband is the ultimate submissive so she just couldn’t bring herself to feel he was the strong parental figure she desperately wanted to be disciplined by!
Well, now the lovely lady and I spend an extra hour together after hubby is gone. About a split second after the door closes behind him, she strips off her clothing, pulls out my big red chair and addresses me as her Governess.
And you can just imagine how much correction this naughty girl needs after how I see her taunting and tormenting her sweet husband *grin*….

New Review: A Brief Commentary Of My New Space




It feels like it’s been an eternity since I’ve had a review….


Actually, I was thinking about that the other day, fondly recalling the good old days when I used to scout review boards specifically to draw the types of visitors who enjoy writing accounts of our time together.

It was a wonderful way to gain feedback that my glassy eyed visitors were often unable to share as they enjoyed their post-session endorphin high. I can’t tell you how beneficial I found that type of intel, but I always kept in mind, aside from the benefit to *me* it was a wonderful way is was to establish my credibility within the scene for potential suitors.

Now that I’ve been in Seattle for 4 years (this September) I have a backlog of commentary from a lovely crowd of kinksters who serve as more than adequate representation for what a scene with me might be like. I just no longer need reviews….but every so often, I admit, I miss them.

One of my most favored playmates happened to post a little commentary on TNA board, recounting a duo I enjoyed with the beautiful and cruel Miss J.F.. While it’s not overly detailed (per my requirements) it certainly does titillate the imagination. ..and perhaps inspires a little curiosity into my new space and new toys!


Original Link:!


TNA Handle: VictoriaRage
Service Type: BDSM
State/Province: Washington
Incall/Outcall: Incall
Gender: Female
Body type: Curvy
Accurate Pics?: Better in Person
Name: Victoria Rage
Phone Number: (206)795-4188
Affiliation: Independent
Age: 29
Ethnicity: European
Skin Tone: Pale
Fetishes (YMMV): BDSM
Date of Meeting: 05/2014
Recommended?: Yes

The other day I finally managed to come visit Victoria Rage in her new dungeon, and also had the great pleasure of Purely Joyfull joining us for the day’s activities.

The new space is conveniently located, and surpasses her previous already-world-class dungeon. Roomy, full of stunning gear, clean, and it flows well. I think this new location has inspired Ms. Rage to a whole new level of deviousness and energy :-)

I won’t go into any great details about the session itself – I don’t want to give away any of M. Rage’s tradecraft, and I’ve written several other extensive accounts here of various sorts of sessions with her.

It is always a great pleasure to play with Victoria and her lovely friend Joy together – they have very different yet complementary approaches, and the energy just resonates and builds. We all had a tremendous amount of fun, and as usual when I visit with either of them, I came away having learned some new things, and energized and full of ideas.

I will mention *one* wee detail – Victoria has a new toy that is positively over-the-top cool. It’s something I’ve considered purchasing for myself for ages, to get a chance to play with it while skilled and devious hands were at the controls was *highly* educational. I’m surprised I even survived :-) I won’t say more, save that I’m ordering one this week.

If you are interested or curious about BDSM, from mild to over-the-top, I highly encourage you to call Ms. Rage up – she’s intelligent, lovely, skilled, sane, trustworthy, and will keep you safe while helping you explore some of your deepest desires.

Thank you, Victoria and Joy, for an incredible day!

Correction: Vacation Notice May 28th-June 2nd.



I’m sorry boys, I’m having one of those mornings.

You know, the one where everything that can go wrong will go wrong and despite your best intentions, nothing you do is working out….. Yeah, I need to take a breath and a hot soak in a tub.


If you were one of the hundreds of people who subscribe to my blog in order to receive individual email notices, you will be thoroughly confused by the initial dates of my pending vacation. I’ve never confused such a large group of people before, but hey there’s a first for everything! Rest assured, I’ve not lost my mind, just my ability to multitask clerical work.

What I meant to say was that I’ll be off the map from  May 28th-June 2 nd.

Though by the appearance of things, I might do well to take at least one personal day before the end of the month!

Vacation Notice May 28th-June 2nd



Dearest Boys,

Phew! What a whirlwind this month has been. I’ve gotten so much done on the house which has left me feeling insanely accomplished; I’ve knocked down walls, installed alarm systems, planted trees and even finished painting the overnight area of the dungeon as well as the entire top floor. Here I thought the only physical labor I’d ever enjoy is when I throw you boys around like rag dolls! I’ve literally spent every moment I’m not working, sleeping or prepping on starting or finishing some random house project; and it feels pretty damn great!

While I’ve been riding high on adrenaline and the tidal wave of energy the comes from letting my inner Seductress run wild, I know my limits and it’s time I penciled in some ‘me’ time.

From May 28th-June 2 nd  I’ll be unreachable and on a domestic vacation.


This time there will be NO email responses, NO phone calls answered, NO texts and NO other work from me.  I know I have a tendency to say that, but am so easily tempted to break my own rules in order to avoid coming back to a hailstorm of missed correspondences, but this time…for my sanity, these 6 days are all for me.

Until then, my schedule is already pretty heavily booked this month so availability is limited. I will do what I can to free up more time so don’t hesitate to drop me a line if you want to get your kicks in sometime before next month! And rest assured, until my vacation time actually begins, I will absolutely have enough time and energy for you…





Black, White and Red All Over…..

The life of a Pro Domme is never dull…

I’m just about settled into my new space and with that, I’ve been pouring all of my energy into the scenes I was so looking forward to during this process. It’s amazing what taking 2 weeks off can do to someone like me. In a sense, it was pure bliss achieving a massive life goal, but in another sense, it was outright torture. Until I had the dungeon set up, being without a place to play filled me with this overpowering feeling of instability. Like I was somehow without somewhere I belong. I know it’s odd, the world is my playground but it was a sharp realization in how linked BDSM, and more importantly my dungeon, is to my sense of self and stability.

Now that everything is in place, I’ve been indulging myself (and many others) in all the tricks and treat’s I’d been anxiously awaiting.

The flavor of the month this time around really seems to be predicament bondage! After all these years I still seem to gravitate on some sort of unknown cycle in and out of favorite themes. Apparently, right now I just can’t get enough impossibly tight restrictions and compromising predicaments!

Here’s a little recap from a scene I did not too long ago…I hope you enjoy these photos as much as I enjoyed taking them!


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A Thorough Tongue Lashing

Featuring Domina Victoria Rage All photos ©Spectrum House, LLC 2013


The other day, I intercepted a call that made my blood boil.


After years of having my phone number publicly posted on the internet, you can imagine I’ve fielded a wealth of inquiries – mostly serious, but plenty of wankers, time wasters and other unsavory characters. It’s an occupational hazard that you’ll sometimes get some rude people or prank calls…you just have to let it slide and move on with your day.

This call was different in a way I’d not yet encountered; cloaked in the guise of a gentleman simply looking for a good time, this caller said one of the most distasteful things I’ve heard to date.


“I’m not like your other clients, I just like to (insert fetish here). I’m really just a  clean cut, honest guy, I’m not a weirdo, not a creep -” I cut him off here.


Why is this so infuriating? Well, this boy is someone who’s seen reputable Dommes for a LONG time,  one of my very own duo partners served as a reference for him. I doubt she’d heard this little gem come out of his mouth, but there it was. Plain as day, this guy is sitting on the phone with me, elevating himself by making a sweeping generalization about ALL of my other clients (and me by extension) in hopes of somehow making sure I felt he was a safe and  ‘normal’ guy.

No caller, you’re not like my other clients. You’re rude, you make baseless assumptions and you in fact *are* a bit of a creep. You judge others who see me in a negative light because your imagination tells you my visitors are likely ‘unkempt, weird or creepy”. Judging anyone based on what get’s them off is like judging people based on what type of breakfast cereal they like – and that is clearly absurd. Besides, if you know what *I* do behind closed doors, I’m sure you’d be appalled and I simply don’t have time for someone with that much negativity in them.


Who exactly do you think I see? What “class” of visitors do you typical envision that I entertain? Despite your very wrong perception, I see gentlemen; perfect gentlemen….and that is exactly why he and I will never meet.

For the record, and since I know many of you often wonder and inquire, there is no ‘average guy’ who comes knocking on my door.

Ages range from sprouting visitors in their 20′s to gentlemen in their 80′s.  I’ve seen soldiers, welders, the unemployed, security agents, fire men, off duty police officers, lawyers, doctors, family men, single guys, neurosurgeons, teachers, book store clerks and more. I’ve seen men who pay for my time as if it cost as much as a cup of coffee and men who save their dollars for MONTHS to gain my audience for an hour. I’ve seen men of all races, religions and backgrounds.

I’ve seen first timers, literal virgins and men who have done this ‘so many times’ they wanted one last horrah before hanging up their kink hat. I’ve seen men with multiple degrees and a level of intelligence that leaves me in awe and I’ve seen men who needed a little extra help and attention. I’ve seen men of all levels of physical fitness, body shape, look, style, and type that you can possibly imagine. I’ve seen decorated and honored men and those who have a lifetime of regrets and a police record.  I’ve seen what feels like half the hard working staff of Boeing, Amazon and Microsoft and men who have never worked a day in their lives. I’ve seen men so confident and creative that they ask for a session by composing their introductory email like a poem and men so nervous and intimidated that I can hear the literal shaking in their voices on the phone. I see men who view me as their equal play partner and men who submit so fully that I control their very lives.

There is no creepy here. There is no ‘general’ here.

Everyone is different, various levels of success, various positions in life, various life situations. You know what matters to me? None of that.

I don’t consider the details of someone’s life when seeing them. I don’t care if you’re wearing an Armani suit and driving an Aston Martin or if you still have dirt under your nails and your work clothes on. None of that matters when you’re disrobed, tied up and gagged – you’re all on equal ground there.

When you call me to discuss the details of our play, I have no judgement. You deserve to see me no matter who you are, what you do and what you look like; my requirement is that you’re a gentleman.Fortunately, 99.9% of you are just that and everyone who’s ever seen men in the flesh has acted to those standards without incident. Your kinks will never define you and no matter how ‘weird’ one person might consider the bulk of what I do, their personal prejudices don’t matter worth a damn.  All of this, every stitch of it, is entirely normal to me, and since you’re calling for MY attention, I’m the only opinion that matters here….and you have my acceptance.

You caller, do not…and I invite you to rethink your statement and reconsider how you present yourself….. because bluntly, your attitude was appalling, childish and unacceptable.





Cat Got Your Tongue? Sharing Your Desires With Your Dominatrix!

I’ve never been indirect with my intentions. 
If I’d like to whip someone, I tell them,  I don’t feel a need to invent reasons or concoct some imagined scenario to justify myself…. I simply inform my playmate that I feel they need to be disciplined and I’ll be using my lash. It tends to make things easier for both of us when you’re just honest and straightforward. I take this approach in all avenues of my life and as you can likely guess, it’s worked out quite well for me. 
Now, I don’t expect this to work for everyone all the time, however within the confines of my space, I expect my playmates to behave similarly. I don’t want you to shy behind some sort of faux virtue in hopes that one day, I’ll compose a scene for them that just hits the nail on the head – by chance. Really, in the width or breadth of my kinks (assuming the scene ideas are left entirely in my hands) this could take quite a while to discover your individual wants and needs. I expect you to be straightforward; and no, I don’t consider open dialog and communication to be topping from the bottom. I allow you the freedom to tell me what you really crave and by ‘allow’, I really mean demand.
I know what you’re thinking…since I’ve heard it a million times from red cheeked men, blushing furiously at the thought of sharing their deepest desires with a near stranger. How on earth do I compose my thoughts enough to convey them? How to I just tell you?

Well my lovely, scary as that question may be, you’re a bit braver than you think. By the time you’ve reached by dungeon door, you’ve already admitted quite a bit about yourself already. Namely, that kink is more than a fleeting urge. You want it, you want it enough to pay for it, to get ready for it, to schedule and show up for a play date. And as you park in front of my studio, taking that fateful walk to my door, you’ve had a million chances to turn tail and run, but you don’t. Your desire has outweighed everything else….and then, you knock. That’s a primal desire overpowering your self inflicted nerves. 

I respect that urge, the curiosity that lead us out of the cave to explore new realms and find out what was over the next horizon. Those primal pioneers that pushed ever forward to conquer the world had the same blood running in their veins as we do now, and in that expansive and forward thinking spirit, I invite you to do the same with a journey inwards into yourself. Venture into the darkest avenues of your lusty spirit and ask yourself what it is you really want. 
Do not hide from yourself  - do not hide from me. Allow the same bravery that led you to my presence in the first place guide you to a bit more self realizing honestly and let’s explore the depth of what you really need to find peace and gratification. 

New Dungeon – The Priory of Perversion – Now Open!!!

Featuring Domina Victoria Rage All photos ©Spectrum House, LLC 2013

Let’s face it, this is the post you’ve really been waiting for…

With much pleasure, I’m unspeakably proud to announce that my dream dungeon is now officially open! 

After two long weeks of unpacking, organizing and decorating, all the pieces of my kinky little puzzle have come together to complete this project. Quite honestly, as excited as I may seem about all of this, you boys truly won’t know the depth of my joy in this move.

You see, every Domme has a vision of what her ideal play space would look like and what it would contain. Very much like how we envision our perfect home, wedding, partner or last meal; this is simply the leather version. For years, I’ve slowly and methodically collected the implements of my darkest desire and scouted various cities and neighborhoods all across the US until finally, here in lovely Seattle, I’ve found the perfect spot to call my own. And… with it being a purchased property that I own; I’m content in the knowledge that I can do whatever I’d like to it as the years pass on… expand it, modify it, knock down walls, rip up floors, install all manor of crazy gadgetry – anything I want, without restraint and without hesitation. Oh yes, there’s some sweet satisfaction my dear boys.

At present, my studio is 4 rooms in total: The Adrenaline Room, Seductive Sleepover Sanctuary, The Clinic and one room not yet named. I can’t quite tell if I want to go ominous or sultry with it, but I’ll keep you posted. Overall, it’s 1200 sqft, soundproof and terribly private. For the Summer I do have a very large backyard and a very secluded park just down the street; really an ideal situation.

So, while I admit my schedule is booking up briskly, I have plenty of time free to entertain new visitors, returning guests and loyal regulars who’ve anxiously (but patiently) waited for me to settle.

Consider this my version of ringing the dinner bell…. come and get it boys (cause I’m about to give it to you hard!!!)

Warning: Visitors coming in during my first week of availability should be advised that I have been sans play for 2 full weeks. My energy level will be extremely high and my stamina will be relentless. Bring your A game or stay home we’re you’re safe.




Hello Stranger, are you ready for me?


I’ll come right out and say it, I love novices.

Admittedly, with my schedule often dominated by my dearly beloved regulars, I don’t have as much time as I used to for such appointments. However, this month I’ve been graced with some thoroughly amazing encounters featuring brand spankin’ new playmates. Let me tell you, it’d just been the most revitalizing experience.
I’ve always had a particular place in my heart for the nervous newbie, and that stems from a certain bit of confidence I have in my ability to help people be a bit more self accepting. Despite all appearances, I’m a nurturer at heart and seeing someone embrace that part of themselves for the first time, and being able to facilitate that, simple makes my heart swell.
You have to admit, there’s something romantic about taking a reluctant, shy or simply inexperienced partner and creating the moment that makes them eager to dig a little deeper within themselves. For that reason alone, the way I structure a first appointment is like no other…and for any of you teetering on the decision of taking the plunge with me, let me break that down for you a bit.
At its core, a first time scene structurally consists of putting you at ease with me, helping you feel accepted in your sexuality, and then taking whatever fantasies or interests you have and giving them to you exactly; all within the bounds of you comfort level. In that sense, a first appointment is unlike any other. I’m here to take you where you need to go, where you might have been waited ages to go. I want to satisfy the long held urge, to indulge the curiosity, to show you that fantasy and reality can often intertwine just beautifully and give you a taste for more… that’s the point.

All the boundary pushing, edging towards distant, deviant goals and heavier play can come later. The first time, the deflowering,  it’s all about pure unadulterated satisfaction.

While my playmate is reveling in that gratification, I get to sit back and absorb all that beautiful energy. Absolutely everything I do to them is virgin territory, I am their first and I get to be the one to share those incredibly personal and meaningful moments. It’s bliss….and I eat it up like candy.

I’ve made a point for a while now to mention in various ads and portions of my website, that you don’t need experience to come see me. Those seem to be comforting words and I’m glad for that. Everyone starts somewhere and there’s no imagined measure of experience one must have to be considered “ready” to visit a Pro Domme. You are fine just as you are…Really, in every sense!


Believe me my dear virginal suitors, even I, after all these years, still have a flutter in my heart when I cross a new client. I might have the intuition to quickly sort out what they need and how they need it to be given, but this isn’t because I’ve had years of scenes under my belt, it’s because I live in the moment and in those moments, those people, their bodies, their rapid heartbeats and baited breath, tell me everything I need to know when I speak the right words or tie them up in just the way they were so deeply hoping that I would: it all becomes clear.
You are no more or less prepared to meet me, then I am to meet you. The only difference, is that I am always up for it….but it’s on you to initiate first contact.
Now, shall we get better acquainted?


Counting the days until closing….


Just as predicted, everything is perfectly on track for the closing date of my new place, as well as the subsequent packing and moving of all my worldly possessions. As the days tick on and the deadline gets closer, my excitement level is rising ever higher, to the point where I’ve been spending every free moment picking paint colors and mentally arranging the placement of my dungeon furniture…not to mention, contemplating some new purchases and a photo shoot! (We’ll see – please don’t email me with suggestions)


I’m just wanting to keep you boys in the loop that things are going according to plan, and to formally remind everyone that the very last day to see me in my current studio will be March 25th, just 9 days left! Admittedly, I do have very limited availability, but there are a few open spots for one last hurrah in the place you’ve come to love.


I plan to be unpacked and ready for sessions beginning Tuesday the 8th for the general masses, and yes, this is a firm time frame you can count on if you’d like to book in advance – which I encourage.


Training pets or submissives will be able to book some time with me from the 5th on, so I can get a feel for the new layout and break in my space in style. I do realize this is contrary to my typical schedule, but given the circumstances, I’m making the exception.


Lastly, I just wanted to thank you guys so much for your well wishes, support, congratulations and tributes. I can’t possibly tell you how easy you have all made this transition for me. It’s been a very stressing issue to coordinate all of this, but your emotional backing, patience and flexibility has helped enormously. Not to mention those of you who have literally brought me Lowes cards, taken chunks out of my amazon list or straight up offered to help in the moving, lawn moving, or other domestic duties that come along with the deal. Who else could possibly be so lucky?


If any of you are still hoping to help in some capacity, I could always use it! My Wish List is still riddled with domestic and kinky wants/needs that would be a very welcome addition to my household.


I’ll keep you boys posted as things start to get set up, but hopefully I’ll be able to squeeze out one more blog post before I fall off the grid for a bit. Here’s looking forward to welcoming you all to the new play space next month!


A Personal Relationship with a Pro Domme

There are many types of people who darken my door step, and their intentions can be divided in many facets. But, when it comes down to it, I find there are two main groups of visitors I come to make a fond acquaintance with…
1)Those who are looking for some ‘no strings attached’ kinky play
2) Those who crave something deeper and prefer a monogamous d/s relationship with a Dominatrix.
The former is incredibly fun. Sporadic and intense visits that serve to scratch an itch or add some spice to the day for both of us are just lovely! There isn’t too much beyond our time together, but it’s that very spontaneity that makes it so enjoyable.
The latter is what this post is really about; those who want a Mistress, a dominant woman they can dedicate themselves to, or at least a part of themselves to.
Most of the time, when such suitors come forward with those hopes, it’s coupled with a deep fear that they will be flat out rejected. What Pro Domme really needs a personal submissive? Don’t we get enough kink at work?
Well, let me tell you…. the lifestyle ones are going to need something a little more personal.
I get my kicks every day, sure, it’s great and I’m often left totally satisfied by letting my imagination run wild all day in the dungeon. However, you are neglecting one important factor: most pro Dommes are service Tops to a certain degree.
We spend a considerable amount of time tailoring sessions to each particular client, which we will ultimately also enjoy, but is it what we would have done if you said you wanted your scene to consists of whatever kinks your Mistress wants? ,,,,,and ONLY what she wants? Honestly, it may turn out a little differently.
Personally, I’ve woken up on many a day and had my mind set on something different then what my schedule called for. Did it make me enjoy those day’s scenes any less? Hell No!!! But, I did look forward to my next opportunity to unleash whatever pent up desires were rampant in my brain.
Personal slaves, submissives, pets and partners are wildly important in the world of a Lifestyle Mistress. They provide a much needed balance.
I have many levels of ownership in my life and since so many people are curious about such a thing, or actively inquiring, I’ll give you a little peek into what those deviations from the typical Pro Dom/client relationship looks like.
Clients/Suitors: This is the very basic level of a relationship. These individuals I may see only once or whenever the mood strikes them and it is simply because we have compatible interests and schedules. They like what I offer and how I look doing it while I’m offering it. It’s terribly fun, but intentionally impersonal, in this scenario I am simply their facilitator of kink.
Pets: A little more serious, this group is the majority. They are regular visitors who may see me as well as a few other ladies. When in my studio, they very much belong to me and our scenes are a mash up of what we’re both interested in. I’d say outside of our sessions, I do think of them often; and fondly, but I am not a part of their daily lives.
Submissives: This circle is a bit narrower, you’d say that I am their Domina, they serve or visit no other. They carry on a life outside my dungeon, but are often tasked with certain requirements to carry out in my name. They have certain life goals they must achieve in my honor – for their betterment – and devote their time in my studio to satisfying whatever wants or needs I may have.  Often times, my desire will be to make sure they are well taken care of and all their interests are indulged, but they leave this choice to me. As they are mine, these dear boys may bare non permanent ownership marks or may be required to wear certain jewelry items that are person between us as a symbolic reminder of our dynamic.
Collared slaves: I have two such lovely beings. While it may be a bit cliche, I use the word “slave”  very carefully and deliberately. In both cases, they have devoted themselves to me as a woman, a Mistress and as a Professional. They live their lives with a constant thought of whether or not their actions would please me. 100% devoted to me as their Woman, this is the most intense and entangled I can be with someone in a D/s capacity. I am not a hidden part of their life either: this is a real life open relationship.
While all of these various categories exist for me, this is not a guide that could be used with any other Mistress, this is simply my view as it relates to my reality.  I happen to be an incredibly possessive woman; anyone who has met me in the flesh would say that it is one of my defining qualities. My desire to control, own, and dominate someone, mind body and spirit is what makes me such a natural dominatrix… And the amount of personal “self “I bring to the dungeon with me, is incredibly evident, making those who desire such control, feel comfortable and safe under my guidance.
With that said, I know how many of you may want to know how I see our relationship and where you may stand, especially as the years tick on in our dynamic. My hope is that this sheds a bit of light…but truthfully, if nothing more, my point is that you can absolutely have a more personal relationship with a professional Dominatrix! Just because you compensate for her time and contribute to the lifestyle, toys, clothing, and space she uses to fulfill her fantasies and yours, doesn’t take away from the amount of personal emotion she may pour into your time together.
While I might be a true professional on the surface, I am personally never more complete than when I’m looking into someone’s eyes and they tell me point blank that they are mine to take over…

Victoria Rage And Her Parlor Of Pleasure & Pain

Seattle Fetish Photography and Press Kits

If you saw my Twitter update earlier last week, you’ll already know I have some rather large and amazing news to share with you. And if the title doesn’t give it away completely, let me spill it to you now….
I’ve bought myself a little slice of the American dream and a new dungeon space is in my immediate future!
Having just done the inspection today and seeing the property pass almost flawlessly, I’m quickly sorting out the details that will lead up to my highly anticipated transition at the end of the month-ish.
With my fingers crossed that all goes according to plan, March will be my last month in my current space. Hence why I’m making my announcement NOW and not in a few weeks.
As many of you are regular visitors that I’ve dearly enjoyed for years, you’ve seen my studio spaces evolve into ever larger and more elaborate venues, leading up to the point where I could stumble across that perfect spot that would fulfill my every want and need. Finally, I’ve found exactly that and I’m ready to put my heart and soul into my dream dungeon.
Now, I know some of you may be concerned, so let me put you all at ease right away; the location is just a stones throw away from where I am now. That was a huge requirement when I started looking in the first place.
This is by no means a drastic relocation and it will NOT make it any more difficult to get to me.
For reassurance…. I’m still just 1.5 miles from downtown, still super easy to get to, still off a main road, still have abundant free/discreet parking, but will now have the added bonus of being set back slightly in the suburbs (privacy/silence/discretion).
A few other benefits? A fully finished 1100 sqft daylight basement, 100% soundproofing, 3 massive playrooms, a stunning fire place, private and discreet entry, an easier ability to offer same day sessions and more frequent overnight ability!! Phew – that was a mouthful.
As I’m not one to sit around, my schedule during this transition will be minimally impacted. Sessions are only anticipated to be interrupted between March 28th-April 4th, though admittedly this is a rough estimate based on my closing date of March 27th.
I will be available at my current dungeon all the way up to (and including) March 27th and will resume full force in my massive and immaculate new space on April 5th. Of course, I will keep you all posted if this changes at all.
Now, for those of you who have already asked what you could do to help or if there’s anything I may need…
At the moment, more than ever or Lowes gift cards are much appreciated and very very useful! Of course, no such gifts are required: just appreciated. I’d be just as happy having each and every one of you over face to face to break in all my new square footage. I will need a LOT of playtime so shake off all this domestic energy.
I’d also appreciate a little patience when it comes to responding to email correspondences for the next month or so. 
Since most of my bookings are done by phone, they are very easy for me to answer, but emails tend to be more conversational and are often lengthier and removed from scheduling. I’d just ask for typed messages to be kept as concise as possible and be patient as it may take a few days to hear back from me unless you’re requesting an appointment.
Again, if any of these dates change, I will naturally let you dear boys know, but otherwise all I can say is how unspeakably excited for all the fun Ill be having with you deviants!

New Website Is Finally Finished!!!

Featuring Domina Victoria RageAll photos ©Spectrum House, LLC 2013
After a solid month of designing, typing, decision making and general climbing up the walls in anticipation; my new website is up and running!

This has been a long time coming, as I’ve spent countless hours (more like days) of my life previously creating my own pages without the assistance of a trained professional. Finally, with the help of the Veda team, I have in place the very last revision of my content you will ever see….and I have to say, I absolutely love it!
If you haven’t taken a peek just yet, feel free to check it out right now!
For ease of use, you’ll notice a few new nifty features including a click and expand gallery, separate mobile site and a much more streamlined look. Regrettably, I did have to do away with the Twitter feed on the side bar, but I’ll still be using that away from my website for last minute availability, random updates and photos, for anyone who’d like to keep in the loop with my daily happenings outside our scheduled appointments.
One last feature I absolutely love is that I’ll be able to add loads more content on this site, so stay tuned for additional session photos, videos and a video tour of my dungeon!
I have one more bit of news in the timeline too, as if a totally overhauled website wasn’t enough…. For those of you who are hip to what’s going on, I’ll say that the offer on my new studio space has been accepted and now, I’m just waiting for the inspection THIS MONDAY!!! If all goes well my dear suitors, I’ll be making a formal announcement of a new (much larger) dungeon space that I’ve purchased just a stones throw away from where I am now. Fingers crossed everyone, I’m so hoping this process goes smoothly!

I can resist anything except temptation ~ Oscar Wilde


I have a little ritual when I drink wine or indulge in any other intense sensory experience….

I’ll pour myself a nice tall glass, using my finest Italian crystal stemware and let it sit on the table. Typically, I’m working online or doing some other clerical nonsense when I’m leading into cocktail hour, so it’s a hard motivator to get my work done. I won’t touch it, I won’t sip it….I’ll just have it in my vision, forcing me to focus as the spicy sweet scent wafts in my direction.

I do this for a reason, even with something so simple, I want to lust for it and enjoy the temptation. I want to crave it so badly, I can already taste it….and only then, when my senses have become absolutely desperate for the sweet flavor to course down my throat, will I take my first sip. The desire itself is just as intoxicating as my Cabernet.

As with all things in life, you should savor and long for your indulgent moments. Whether that’s a fine meal, a decadent purchase, tickets to your favorite event or seeing your beloved Dominatrix: anything that you do for the sheer enjoyment of it, you should take it in, let it fill you up and let it overwhelm you. And if no one else has told you this before, it’s perfectly alright to allow yourself to slow down, live a bit outside your hectic mind and be swept up in simple pleasures.

You’ve earned a moment to let go and allow the temptation of those moments seduce you: you just need to open yourself up to those moments of seduction. 

Human Nature: Express Yourself Don’t Repress Yourself

When it all boils down to it, I have Madonna to thank for my career….let me show you why.

I was 9 years old when I first saw this. 9. Not 16, not 18, not in my early 20′s – I was 9.

During a blisteringly sunny Florida afternoon, I was parked on the living room floor, burning away the hours of a weekend watching MTV. Out of nowhere, I recall in perfect detail, looking up to catch flashes of shiny black and porcelain white dancers physically acting out one of the most intense visuals I’ve ever seen. My throat was tightly locked a stunned silence as goosebumps slowly began to cover me from head to toe. Latex, chains, people being pushed around and tied up…


My interest in power play had come well before this video.

The first time I was caught spanking a playmate, I was 5 years old. Though I’d like to go on record by saying, she had actually asked me to do it. I’m not sure why, but I didn’t hesitate for a second in helping her explore her curiosity then or any other time in the future she sought me out for similar ‘treatment’.  Despite the obscure pleasure we both derived from our friendship, I realized I enjoyed our games WAY more then she did…. and in a very different way. It sparked something in me, something my other friends didn’t seem to share and something I quickly learned that I couldn’t openly talk about. I felt alone and unable to channel my curiosities into anything aside from a bit of playground cruelty.

Those feelings made me feel so different and often times entirely alone, until that fateful summer day 4 years later. There she was, Madonna on MTV, covered in rubber and spanking her background dancers with a riding crop. I wanted to be her, but more importantly, now I knew these feelings indeed had an outlet….and I knew that I wasn’t alone. Somewhere out there, even if it was only Madonna and her dancers, I had kinky kindred spirits.

While I’m sure I would have ended up as a Dominatrix no matter what my early inspirations might have been, she was the first latex clad lady I’d laid eyes on, and for her willingness to create a video like that for mass consumption, she has my eternal gratitude.



Seattle Crushed It And I’m Spreading My Good Mood With A Feburary Special

Who doesn’t love watching a good annihilation? I know I do, but last Sunday was the first time I’ve ever sat down to watch a game, giving it my absolute and undivided attention.

Seattle Win

Tragically, while I love competition, I’ve never been much of a sports fan. After moving around so much during the last decade, I feel that I haven’t been settled long enough to claim a ‘home team’. And yes – as far as I’m concerned, whatever state you currently live in – you SHOULD be a fan of the team. That’s just the way it goes. You can like other teams, but you are legally required to LOVE the state team if you’re going to be into sports.

This Sunday, not only did the Seahawks get my attention with an amazing Super Bowl win,  they’ve gained my love and fandom in their near flawless victory over the Broncos. It was stunning frankly. About 15 minutes into the game, it was obvious how things were about to go down…you could just feel it in the atmosphere. It was like watching a pack of lions chase around a confused and helpless family of gazelles in the wild. I casually looked at the score at the end of the 1st quarter, and with a serious sense of satisfaction in my heart, I opened myself a beer and sat down to enjoy the rest of the slaughter….cheering on my team.


(Denver, this is going to hurt a bit….)

LionRoarEvery good victory deserves a little celebration and all loyal blog readers who take the time to visit me deserve to be rewarded. So, for those of you who book with me THIS MONTH ONLY, I’ll be adding something a little extra special to our time together. Just be sure you mention this post when calling to book – lest you be left out in the cold… the Broncos.

My website will tell you everything you need to know regarding how to book:


Side note: To save myself a TON of response emails from those who are too curious to let the ‘something special’ be a surprise. I will say it’s all dependent on the individual and what I think would be most satisfying to you. Some things I have in mind though would include a surprise double domme scene, some extra play time, surprise forced bi, a scene in public (only if you’ve expressed interest in this in the past) or a break from chastity (not you GH or VG – your dates are set for that). You’ll just have to show up to find out for sure!



No Rest For The Wicked

Yeah, so it’s pretty obvious that I’ve had a busy kick off to the year. After that little break I took for Christmas, my engines were revving to get back to the swing of things and unveil some little secrets I’ve been keeping up my sleeve. A new playmate, new furniture, new role plays and now I’m working on a brand new website! Of course, the address will remain the same, so don’t fret my lovelies, you already know where to find me.

Featuring Domina Victoria Rage All photos ©Spectrum House, LLC 2013


I’ve long been the designer of my own content and without any formal training or education in such things, it’s a labor that an obsessive person like me devotes FAR more time to then necessary. Time I’d rather spend exploring my passions or simply languishing in the company of friends.  I’ll be working in collaboration with a professional developer who will create something unique, elegant, more user friendly, and with FAR more options: videos, mailing list, larger clickable gallery and perhaps even a little area for ‘members only’.

Naturally, I will still be the author of every word published, but having an easier interface to streamline things will allow me to focus on more inspirational tasks.

Speaking of inspirational tasks, I’m beginning to count the days before Spring, when I will be offering outdoor play for those who’d like to explore a little debauchery in a natural setting. I’ve always envisioned having a small play space shrouded privacy with tall evergreens, wind blowing and glimmers of sun peeking through. There’s no more beautiful opposing composition than the feeling of freedom in the open air while being tightly bound and toyed with.

And how lovely is it that in such scenery, there’s an abundance of places to restrain?! I do have one scene idea in mind that sticks out… a lonely man out camping in the clearing just before nightfall, his campfire glowing, his mind at peace – trees rustling in the wind. Perhaps rustling a bit too much…. He ignores any thoughts of approaching danger to lay down for a peaceful nap, when suddenly he’s woken up to a disturbing site; a militaristicly dressed woman, rope in hand and a wild glow in her eyes.

“You’re all alone out here aren’t you boy”, she asks coyly. “I’m sure no one will hear your screams….”Tree

New Role Play: Mind-fucking my professor! (humiliation, chastity, sissification and forced bi)


I had been teaching at the University for several years when I first met Victoria. Every year there were always one or two especially good looking women in my classes, but Victoria was special. She was partial to tight black dresses which helped show off her amazing curves. As if that wasn’t distracting enough she would, from time to time, wear sexy high heels or boots.

I’m afraid I stared. I couldn’t help myself. My eyes would simply snag on her cleavage or on her heels as she dangled her shoes from her feet. And she noticed. I could tell from the way she smirked at me after I stared a while. Hell, the entire class probably noticed.

Today she looked especially fine. She looked so beautiful with her hair hanging over her shoulder and a lovely black dress which showed off her full breasts. And her heels were even more wonderful than those I’d seen her wear before: shiny black stilettos with a really high heel. Thank God that it was a lecture I knew backwards and forwards because all I could think of what how hot Victoria looked…

After I finished the lecture I noticed Victoria remained seated. Once the other students filed out she walked over to me and said, “I couldn’t help noticing how you stare at my heels. Maybe you’d like to kneel down and give them a big kiss?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. She wanted me to kiss her heels? I blushed, looked away, and mumbled, “No.” She said, “Are you sure? I don’t mind. In fact I’d enjoy seeing you groveling on the ground kissing my heels.”

She put her hand on my head, began to push down, gave me a sly smile and said, “Go ahead professor, you know you want to. And I wore these heels just for you!” That was it. She wore those fabulous heels just for me? I went right down to my knees and began kissing her shoes. God they were lovely.

I kept kissing them and began to realize what I was doing. I was on my knees before this sexy young girl showering her stilettos with kisses. And anyone could just walk in. The next class was going to start before too long after all. That was too much; I’d just die if someone caught me. I started to get up and she said, “You better not! If I allow you the privilege of kissing my shoes you had better do a good job! I’ll tell you when you can get up.”

I blushed but I couldn’t refuse her. Besides if I did…I might not be able to kiss them again. So I kept kissing them and giving them an occasional little lick. And she said, “That’s a good little professor! I think you belong at my feet kissing my shoes!”

Finally she let me up, gave me a little pat on the head, and strolled out of the classroom. Wow. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. She’d pretty much just waved her hand and I had fallen to her feet and began kissing her shoes. And…I wanted it again. She was so sexy, and there was something about being at her feet that tickled me deep within my soul.

That very night I thought of her. How wonderful she looked. How very easily she had dominated and humiliated me. And I masturbated.Damn it was good. I couldn’t wait to see her again…


I only had classes with Victoria three days a week so I was really looking forward to seeing her on Wednesday. God I wanted to fall to the floor at her feet, kiss and lick her shoes, and listen to her giggle as I abased myself. I felt like I’d do anything if she’d just allow me to kiss them.

Finally…it was Wednesday. And she was wearing those uber-hot black heels again. Half way through my lecture she even winked at me. I nearly lost it. I did get a huge erection, or as huge as it ever got anyway. Fortunately my slacks were loose enough that I don’t think it was too visible.

Once the lecture finished she remained behind just like on Monday. She gave me a little smile as she walked up to me and said, “Was there something you wanted professor?” Ahhh, she was going to make me beg. So embarassing to beg this young girl but I did, “Please Victoria, may I please kiss your shoes?” She gave me a blinding smile and said, “Of course you can professor!”

So just like last time I dropped to my knees and rained kisses down on her heels. But then she leaned back against a desk and said, “I think you need to clean the soles too. Do a good job now sir.” I hesitated, God only know where she had been walking. But I licked the first sole clean even though it tasted a little foul. Then I started licking the second sole. And I couldn’t help myself…I started sucking the heel.

She gave a delighted little laugh, “Wow professor! I had no idea you were so into sucking! I wonder what else you’d like to suck? Maybe if you’re really good I’ll introduce you to my boyfriend. Of course he’s a real man: he doesn’t kiss my shoes, he fucks me silly!” I burned with shame. She wouldn’t really do that would she? Make me submit in front of her boyfriend? Make me suck his cock?? But my damned cock was getting even harder.

When I finally stood up she noticed. She gave it a little pat and said, “Well someone seems to like that idea! I’m sure I’ll have lots of fun with you on Friday.”

That night I masturbated again. But this time I was thinking of her boyfriend. A big, strong man with a huge cock. It felt so shameful but my little cock exploded when I imagined myself wrapping my lips around a big cock while Victoria watched.


When Friday rolled around Victoria showed up at my office before our class started. I started to kneel but she stopped me, “Just a minute professor. If you want to kiss my shoes again you’re going to have to do a little something for me.”

“What would you like me to do Victoria?”, I said. She replied, “Oh nothing much. I just want you to be chaste for me!”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Without even thinking I burst out with a loud, “What??” She said, “Well if you want to be my little bitch then you have to prove how devoted you are. I’m certainly not going to allow just any sissy to suck my boyfriend’s cock!”

She pulled a silcone chastity device from her purse and waved it before me, “See this? I think it will be the perfect size for your little cock. It will help keep you nice and secure so you don’t succumb to those nasty urges that I just know you have. But don’t worry, if you’re a good little bitch I’ll let you cum now and then!”

I didn’t want her to lock up my cock, but how could I say no? She was so beautiful and so dominant. And…maybe she would let me suck her boyfriend’s cock. Wasn’t that worth it? And…the more I thought about it the hotter it seemed to have her control my cock. I really would be her bitch if she locked my cock away…

So with trembling hands I took my pants and underwear off. She was practically bouncing up and down with excitement. When my erect cock sprung into view she said, “I just knew it! You do have a tiny cock! I’m sure no one will miss it if I keep it locked up for a good long time!”

And before I knew it she had that chastity device securely imprisoning my cock. It wasn’t going anywhere and neither was my cock. I could see it through the chastity device and watched in horror as it tried to grow and…stopped. It wasn’t painful but it also wasn’t getting erect. It was obvious that I wasn’t getting an erection again until she unlocked me.

“Now you can kiss my shoes professor. But remember to do a good job. If I’m not happy you’ll never get out of that device!” So I did. I dropped like a stone and kissed and licked her heels like my life depended upon it.

When I was done she patted me on the head and said, “That was very nice sir! I like it when my bitches show how enthusiastic they are. But I almost forgot! There’s one more thing I’m going to need you to do. From now on I want you in panties.”

And she pulled a pair of sexy thong panties out of her purse. I was practically choking with humilation. What if someone noticed? But I put them on as she stood there glowing with satisfaction. “I’m going to skip class today professor. But I’m sure you won’t mark me down. I’m also sure that you’ll be very eager to see me Monday!”

I weakly nodded as she gave me a little wave and left. Leaving me in my new panties and chastity. I already wanted to grab my cock and stroke to a huge climax. But I couldn’t. And somehow I suspected that it would be a very long time before I was able to touch my cock again…


On Monday she came to my office again. It had only been four days since I had cum but damn I was horny! And, of course, looking at her didn’t make it any easier. My cock wanted to get hard so badly! But it couldn’t, not while it was trapped in that infernal device. And she knew it! I could see it in her eyes and in her satisfied smirk. She knew what she was doing to me.

“Hello professor, I hope you had a good weekend. I certainly did! I fucked like a rabbit!” I couldn’t help groaning at the thought, though I knew she’d never do that with me.

“It was fine” I said. “But maybe you could let me out for a bit?”

“Let you out? Don’t be silly! It’s only been a few days. Though I suppose if you want to get out for a bit I can think of something to hasten the day…”

“Oh yes! Please, I’ll do anything!”

She said, “I’m glad to hear you say that! With an attitude like that you’ll make a fine bitch for me!” Then she pulled a bra from her purse and handed it to me, “I’m sure that this is no big deal compared to a chastity device but from now on I’m going to need you to wear panties and a bra.”

God, she really was turning me into a bitch. But even that made me hot. And maybe if I wore it she would let me cum. So I put it on. It was a substantial feeling push-up bra. And when I put my shirt back on I could see it. It looked exactly as if I had breasts. B-cup at least.

I pointed to my chest and whimpered, “but people will see!”

“Don’t be such a wimp! All you need to do is keep your jacket on and you’ll be fine. If you want something to worry about then worry what you’ll do when I make you wear breast forms!”

Breast forms? Oh god. Surely she wasn’t being serious? What could she possibly be talking about? It already looked like I had a B-cup. Was she going to make me wear a fake C-cup? Bigger than that? All day? There’s no way. Surely someone would notice and that’d be so humiliating. After all there was no explaining away a pair of large breasts. There was only one explanation for a man with a bra or breasts. He’s a sissy. No doubt a cock hungry sissy. I could feel my own cock try to swell in its cruel little cage as thoughts of being a cock sucking sissy swirled around within my head.

I didn’t know what to do so I bowed my head and meekly said, “Yes Victoria”. She gave me a little pat and said, “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll enjoy being a sissy. You already love being my bitch after all!”

So from then on I was her pantied bra-wearing sissy. And I was constantly aware of it. Especially the bra. It was tight and not something I could forget about. Every day I worried that someone would see it. And…I think a few people did notice. Maybe I was paranoid but I caught a few of my students staring. Maybe they noticed, or maybe Victoria told them. Maybe the whole school would learn that I was a sissy.


I was getting so horny! And she wouldn’t let me cum. Even after I wore panties and a bra for her every single day. Finally after two weeks of chastity I was desperate. I broke down and begged her on my knees for release.

She gave me an amused look as I knelt before her and said, “Of course you can cum! I’m not cruel after all! In fact I am feeling so kind that I’ll let you choose how you want to cum. You can either cum while I cane your ass or while you suck a dildo. But if you choose the cane you better not ask me to stop. Because if you do I’ll put you right back into chastity whether or not you cum.”

“And if you choose the dildo you had better do a good job because it won’t be a dildo next time. It’ll be my boyfriend’s cock and you’ll only get off when he says you suck cock like a pro!”

I didn’t know what to do. A cane or a dildo? I wanted to pick the cane but I was scared. What if it hurt so much that I couldn’t get off? I’d just die if she locked me back up before I could cum! But if I picked the dildo I just knew I’d be on my knees sucking her boyfriend before the month was up. But…it’d be worth it. I’d have to suck him really well. But if I did, if I was a really good cock sucker, she’d let me cum.

So I looked up at her and said, “I’d like to suck the dildo please.” She clapped her hands and said, “Oh goody! I was hoping you’d pick the cock! I’m sure you’ll enjoy it and enjoy it even more once you suck my boyfriend off.”

Then she sat down, pulled a large realistic looking dildo out of her magic purse, and placed it at her groin. Wow! There she was. This beautiful, sexy woman, with her tremendous cleavage, and…a huge cock. And there I was. At her feet throbbing and getting ready to suck cock for the first time.

I slowly slid my lips around that thick shaft and began to bob up and down the cock. I was sucking and stroking, sucking and stroking. All the while she was carrying on about how well I was doing sucking cock and how much her boyfriend was looking forward to having a personal cock sucker. It seemed to go on and on and on. Afterwards I just knelt there twitching as the aftershocks reverberated through me.

And when I finally recovered…Victoria locked my cock up again. When would she let me out again? How many times would I have to suck her boyfriend’s cock before he said I did a great job? Would I ever be a man again?


New Year – New Dungeon Furniture – New Submissive Playmate

First and foremost, Happy New Year my lovely pets and pervs!!!

I hope you all had as much fun in 2013 as I did, but now I’m ready to attack 2014 like weak prey in the wild – starting with this post, a 2 partner that I’m condensing into one so I can get back to the festivities and spend a little less time slaving (that’s your job) over my computer.

So let’s get to it!

If you follow me on Twitter, you already know that my new dungeon furniture FINALLY came in! I’ve been patiently waiting for these pieces since late Summer and now, they’re all ready to be used and abused.

The first piece is something I’ve been wanting to own for YEARS, especially since I’m so terribly fond of abductions and overnight scenarios. This all metal frame is as sturdy as it comes and the table top is composed of incredibly soft and supple leather, complete with more attach points then even I can shake a stick at!

Naturally, I forced my slave in there to give you a true feel for the dimensions…



This photo, I admit, was taken hastily so it truly doesn’t to the table justice. Even so, you can really get a sense for how captivating it is in person. It’s so beautiful and so thoroughly imposing!

The second item is going to replace my St. George’s Chair – a home made item structured in wood, that just really seemed to be better in idea then in practice. The new St George’s chair is again, all metal, and covered in soft well padded leather. You can really imagine spending quite a bit of time seated here, can’t you. Legs spread, arms tethered, open and vulnerable…. I’ll stop there…

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Moving on, I have a lovely wild flower of a woman, Miss Poppy Black, who will be available as a submissive ONLY for scheduled appointments with me. Privately kinky for the majority of her adult life, she finds that her personal preferences lie mostly in power exchange and a wide variety of explorations. She would describe herself very
much a ‘sensation slut’, with a bit of a love for various role plays. Bondage, spanking, forced exposure, erotic coercion, sensory play/deprivation rage among some of her favorites.

IMG_4099 copyI know it’s a lot to take in, but that’s very much in my style….give you more than you can handle, but make you love every minute of it!

Here’s looking forward to an amazing and ever more erotically intoxicating 2014!!!



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