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Never Cry Wolf

I can’t put my finger on what it is , but here on my 31st birthday what I can say definitively is that I’ve never felt so far removed from the path of life I thought I was on, and that’s made me more depressed than I’ve ever felt before in my life. What I do know is that this is the most fit I’ve ever been , having done two hours every day with my personal trainer for well over a year now , and subsequently this is the hottest I’ve ever looked.  Which in turn means that my sessions, because they’re based on harnessing the natural desires in men when aroused , are as good as they’ve ever …

On Marriage … and Madness

Since 60% of marriages end in a financially devastating divorce , from which both parties cannot ever recover financially in time for their retirement , I often wonder why this archaic human ritual persists to this day? If you were asked to volunteer for a trip on an airplane, wherein you knew in advance that you’d be forced to jump out of once it reached maximum altitude ,  but that 60% of the parachutes would malfunction and those people would plummet to their death … how many people would agree to sign up for the experience? 0%.  Nobody would be so stupid , and yet – 80% of the population volunteer for the broken parachute known as marriage. Why do …

A Mistress’s Thoughts

Truth be told, I’m fucking exhausted from writing my Kindle book and have neither the patience nor the mental acuity to construct a properly thought out story at the moment.  I’ve put in back to back ten hour writing sessions and have two chapters done so progress is being made.  It’ll be published by the end of the month. So instead, I’m just going to write off the top of my head, most of my thoughts will come from emails I answered today – but I’ll have to rewrite them here for the blog so they come across as a more toned down version of what I had to say privately. So whats first. It’s a hell of a thing …

The Deepest Cut

The older I get, the less I care. I put that in my Facebook today.  It’s a lie. I’m going to tell you the most bastardy thing about this job as a Mistress , which is :  It makes me care very deeply about people I shouldn’t care about , because when worst comes to worst , I cannot contact them. Let me tell you what’s going on right now in my little insignificant world.  Yesterday after a late night session I was doing the laundry as I always do and was carrying this big beige laundry basket back to my condo from the elevator.  I set it down on the kitchen counter rather than taking it straight to my …

Mistress Manipulation | Subtle Techniques of Female Domination

Dave just left my condo from our first date.  He thought it was a date, in reality it was just an experiment of mine.  Lately, these “mistress’s boyfriend for a day” sessions have been so amazing that I’ve started to wonder if the crazy suggestive techniques I use on my submissive harem of men would work equally well on a stranger who has no idea that I’m a Mistress – one talented in the art of Seduction.  So I thought it would be interesting for you guys to peek into my mind and relive with me what just went down over the past five hours on my “date.”  It’ll give you a glimpse I suppose at how my mind works, …

Girlfriend Mistress Experience | Hell On Earth :P

I  haven’t been hiding the fact  I’ve been pretty damn lonely since returning back from Europe in January,  to the point where I’ve found myself doing something I’ve never done as a mistress at  any point in the last five years which is inviting somebody to stay longer. It wasn’t something I even planned to do , I just spontaneously blurted out after a rather nice session “if you liked it so much, why not stay and let me show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.” I suppose I just wanted company,  the lonely side of my brain would justify such a request as being such.   But there’s been a growing devilish part of my personality that’s fully controlled …

What Dost Thou Know Me For?

Who am I then? That’s the modern translation of “What dost thou know me for?” , from Act 2 Scene 2 of Shakespeare’s King Lear. It’s a question I’ve been asking myself for three consecutive days upon my return from Switzerland.  Am I any of Kent’s reply to Oswald … KENT:  You’re a lowlife, a rascal who eats leftover scraps. You’re an ignoble, arrogant, shallow, vulgar, pretentious, conceited, filthy third-rate servant who thinks he’s something special. You’re a cowardly lawyer-loving bastard; a vain, brown-nosing, prissy scoundrel who’d pimp himself out to advance his career; a bag lady. You’re nothing but a lowlife, a beggar, a coward, and a pimp, the son and heir of a mutt bitch. I’ll beat you …

December Changes

Hello.  It’s been a while since I’ve written about things going on in my life so I’m going to outline a few things that are going on as my Twitter posts are creating rabid speculation about what changes are in the wind. December is vacation month for Wael and I but we will be staggering our time off so that there will always be somebody her to do sessions. Basically , without going into much detail , before Christmas you can see either of us on most days , and just before Santa arrives you’ll be seeing Wael exclusively until mid January as I have some things I need to sort out in my life. With that in mind, I’m …

Impregnate the Bitch

Come on girl, tell us what you REALLY think !!   … with regards to my time spent in Europe. A great many of you have emailed me this week trying to squeeze a bit more juice out of the lemon, apparently I didn’t talk enough about my true feelings about my summer in Europe.  So many of you are from Europe so it’s understandable why you’re all so curious as to what a foreign Mistress thought about your homeland. Frankly , I bite my tongue a whole hell of a lot when I write for this blog.  If you’ve been reading between the lines in the stories categorized under My Opinion , then you no doubt know that my …

Tannhäuser Gate

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. “Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion” … my parallel experience of such a spectacle while I was in Europe would be feeling ice melt through my fingers as I stood upon a Glacier in Norway.  I had never seen nor held snow in my hands before that moment , to experience it not from a snowflake but from a glacier was majestic. ” I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.” I sat high atop a mountain with my feet perilously dangling over a cliff watching raindrops glitter in the sun as they cascaded downward upon the trees far below … that was my Tannhäuser Gate moment. There were …

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