I heard the basement door open, and I dropped to my knees. Automatically, my hands found their positions on my lap, and my gaze came to rest on the floor in front of me. Mommy was descending the stairs, and I felt each footstep as it rang out from her boots, reverberated through me, and …
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No one has ever pissed on my face or into my mouth before, and it was something I’ve always wanted to do, especially with her. I’ve often thought about, and rarely (if ever) discussed, showing up to our regular service day with a coffee that she then pisses in. (Thank you, Mistress.)
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 …
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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 …
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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 …
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I’m standing in the doorway. She’s standing in the middle of the room in front of a chair with dark wooden legs, arm rests and a black leather seat. My breath is caught in my chest as my eyes focus on her. Black lace lingerie, her curly hair resting on her shoulders.
I’d never really worked with mantras before Mommy, but it’s been so helpful to have words to come back to and focus my submission on. The repetition can be so comforting. I love the way a mantra is like a starting point for so many more thoughts and feelings. But can also be a way …
I knock on her door. Butterflies in my stomach, my hands shaking, as I shift my weight side to side, the desperation building inside of me. Regretting all the water I drank before I got here. I have to go so bad. Why did I have to follow her piss play instructions so exactly? Distracted …
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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.
Jo Munroe and I discuss her early days on Reddit, the woes of being on TikTok as a sex worker, and the kinky parts of being a girl next door.