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.
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.
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.
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….)
Every 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…..like the Broncos.
My website will tell you everything you need to know regarding how to book: www.victoriarage.com
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!
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.
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.
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?