Femdom Stories: Tapped by Mistress Blunt

During quarantine, one of the ways I’ve been fostering my D/s relationships and keeping in touch with my submissives is having them write me stories about their deepest, darkest desires. I will continue sharing my favorite femdom stories, which have been written for and about me, here on my blog. (You can read through the …

Femdom Stories: Feminization and Gender Play

Today I am sharing (with her permission) a deeply personal reflection from one of my online submissives who reflects on her gender identity in relationship to porn, erotic hypnosis and feminization role play. She talks about a 3-part series on “forced”-feminization and therapy roleplay that I created for her. I like to refer to my …

BDSM Stories: Submissive’s crossdressing and sissification session.

I knew I wanted to submit to Mistress Blunt, but I wasn’t exactly sure how. She looked so beautiful on her website. I’ve worn panties for years because they feel so pretty, but I didn’t feel that simply crossdressing was enough of a reason to submit. I wrote to Mistress Blunt inquiring and she said …

BDSM Stories: Submissive’s CBT and foot worship session.

Mistress Blunt is the best foot dominatrix I have encountered in my life. And that’s saying something, considering I have realized the power of women’s feet my entire life. Mistress Blunt is the best I have ever encountered because her feet are not just gorgeous—although they absolutely, absolutely are—but they radiate her essence. When I …

BDSM Stories: Submissive’s first BDSM yoga visit.

What first caught my attention looking at Mistress Blunt’s site was BDSM yoga. I had no idea what that meant, but it sounded so intriguing. I’ve played with femdom and BDSM before, and generally have always known what I wanted. But something about Mistress Blunt made me want to push myself further, into what she …

He is lava.

“You are lava.” I say. “See how the blood rises to the surface pooling under these welts? Feel their warmth? You feel hot. Like lava.” My fingers graze the surface of his raised flesh, tracing the marks I’ve given him like you trace a route on a map when you’re trying to find your way …