Unpacking Power Dynamics as a Financial Dominatrix: How I Approach Findom

Growing up, I didn’t want to be a doctor, a firefighter, or a ballerina. I wanted to marry rich, and divorce well, and I would tell anyone who would listen.  I could imagine nothing I wanted more than access to wealth and security. I knew that proximity to men might bring me proximity to wealth, …

BDSM Stories: Mommy’s Domesticated Little Slut

With the blindfold buckled into place, Mommy has denied me the privilege of seeing her luxuriate just a few dozen feet away, past the ornate metal grill separating the bathroom from the rest of the sumptuous hotel room. I imagine the little waves lapping at her perfect body, nipples floating just above the surface. Mommy’s …

BDSM Stories: Bondage, Findom & Public Play with Mommy

My steps slow as we approach the garage where I parked. Mistress Blunt turns back to face me, illuminated by a solitary street lamp. She is a vision straight out of a movie, voluptuous in a scarlet red dress, completely at ease in her leather jacket, layered belts, and boots. It is a cool, wet …

24/7 D/s Relationship & Findom: I Interview My Woman Finsub (Again)

A couple years ago, I had the opportunity to sit down with my woman financial submissive to chat about our relationship, findom, and total power exchange (TPE). It was a hit on social media. So much so that someone paid me to interview her again. Here’s the long-awaited part two of our interview on financial …

Orgasm Control: 100 (Denied) Submissive Fantasies to Edge To

I like to have submissives detail their kinky fantasies and perverted thoughts while they are under my strict orgasm control. Last year, a submissive wrote 100 Things to Not Think About When Mistress Blunt Won’t Let You Cum for me. This year, I had another eager submissive record every time they thought of me while …

BDSM Stories: Chastity Cages & Cuckolding Dates

The click-clack of Mistress’ boots on the hardwood floor drew closer. The slight jump of my heartbeat and chastity cage signalled both anticipation and a slight fear as she drew near. A stern, “Down boy,” instructs me to my knees, where my eyes gaze upon the buttery dark leather of Mistress’ boots.