Friday, September 30, 2011

Boot Lovers

Here is a secret that few know. One of the couples that were a part of my original ClubFEM group ran a website dedicated to women wearing boots. The husband did the photography and his wife was his number one model but he would also take pictures of other women wearing boots.

The first time I met this couple at a ClubFEM social he just gawked at my knee length leather boots all night. Later on he asked his wife to ask me if he could “worship” my boots. His wife was very beautiful and she was wearing a pair of black thigh high boots so I suggested that my husband could worship her boots while her husband worshipped my boots. She thought that was a wonderful suggestion.

We sat in these comfortable chairs as our hubbys groveled before us. I must say this man was an excellent boot licker. He kissed, licked and worshipped my boots for at least 30 minutes straight. He sucked the heels and covered every inch of my boots with kisses and long, loving licks of adoration. I could feel his tongue through the leather and it was like a gentle foot and leg massage.

James also demonstrated a passion for being a boot slave as he did his best to keep up by doing likewise to the other Mistress’s thigh high boots. She complimented him on his performance which carried some weight because she was married to a true boot fetishist.

The best thing about knowing this couple was seeing her boot collection. She invited me and some other of the ClubFem Mistresses over to her house this one day and she showed us all of her boots.


We all tried them on and her husband took some pictures for his website. My foot was a little bigger than hers but I was still able to fit into a couple of pairs. My favorite was this pair of blue leather boots with black laces. I looked damn sexy in them and I asked her if I could wear them at the next ClubFEM social. She agreed and I was a big hit that night.


But because they were was such a tight fit on my feet, I could only wear them for short spurts of time. I made sure that any man who worshipped my boots that night (and there were quite a few) also gave me a foot massage afterwards.

I began to accumulate my own boot collection. It’s nothing special and I rarely wear them out because I’m not big on walking in heels. But donning a pair of leather boots and having my husband worship them in the bedroom has always been a lovely experience.



I believe I'm in the mood for some boot worship and boot domination this weekend.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Kathleen meets Mistress Lynn

My search for finding a new location to host our ClubFem socials (later part of 2004 and early 2005) led me to a lifestyle Mistress in the DC area who had just begun doing professional domination sessions at her new dungeon located across the river in northern Virginia. Her scene name is Mistress Lynn.



Lynn contacted me and expressed an interest in joining our group so when I told her that our group was in transition she invited me to check out her dungeon in Fairfax county Virginia. James and I traveled to DC, around the beltway toward Springfield and we met Lynn at a restaurant. We had lunch with her and then we followed her as she drove through some back roads until we came to the rather isolated house on a dead end street. The basement of the house was Lynn’s play-space. She gave us the tour and it was cozy with a kitchen area, a bathroom, a cozy little living room with a fireplace and a bedroom. The living room and bedroom areas were full of bondage equipment.  


Like most of the Mistresses I’ve met in this lifestyle, Lynn was very nice and down to earth. Lynn expressed to me how much she loved the D/s and FemDom lifestyles and how she had joined various groups around the DC area. Lynn had a special love for foot slaves and she was a member of a foot group where men worshipped the feet of women. I didn’t realize such groups existed. I thought that I might be interested in a group like that as I have always loved having my feet tended to.

I told Lynn that some of the women at ClubFEM were talking about having a foot fetish night where our slaves gave us foot massages, foot baths, pedicures, etc. I suggested that if we were to use Lynn’s place to host our socials, perhaps the first night could be a foot fetish night.

Lynn was honest with me and said how she would be willing to host ‘some’ socials but not all. Her suggestion was that we find several venues and rotate. Lynn planned to use her place for professional domination sessions as well as a hosting place for some of the other groups she was associated with. That sounded fair to me and I told her I would discuss it with the ladies of ClubFEM to see how they felt about it.

I really thought we would use Lynn’s place to host our next social but in the meantime a new couple contacted me and offered their home. It was in a more centrally located area so we chose that location over Lynn’s studio. Naturally I invited Lynn to the social but she was unable to make it that night because she had a prior commitment. It was during this time that I decided to hand the group over to Mistress Lisa and she became responsible for finding the venues. We never did use Mistress Lynn’s place but I did a search and I see that she is still a practicing professional Dominatrix and it appears she is still in the same location.


I only met her the one time but based on my first impression I would definitely recommend Lynn to anyone seeking a professional Mistress in the DC/northern VA area.


Monday, September 19, 2011

Kathleen meets Mistress Sable

Back in the latter part of 2004 I was still the Head Mistress of the Maryland/DC chapter of ClubFEM but the group was in transition because our hosts of the previous two years were in the process of moving to Europe and I needed to find a new location for our monthly socials. I checked out a number of different places in the Baltimore and DC areas and one possible lead directed me to a professional/lifestyle Dominatrix who resided in downtown Baltimore. Her scene name was Mistress Sable.

To be honest, I can’t recall exactly how I came across her name but I called her up and discussed the possibility of holding our ClubFem socials at her place. She invited me and my husband over to check it out. It was in a row home and she had converted the upstairs into a dungeon area. The downstairs was a typical residence area with living room, dining room and kitchen.

Mistress Sable was very cordial toward me (she basically ignored my husband) and we had a pleasant chat over coffee in her kitchen while one of her slaves hurried about doing his assigned chores. It didn’t take long for me to see that Mistress Sable was a strict, stern and no-nonsense Dominatrix. She treated her slave like … well a slave … as she barked out commands and bossed him around.


I described my group to Sable and told her how our socials were structured. This led to a very open talk about female supremacy. Sable was a female supremacist but her views differed from mine. She was old school BDSM where slaves are to be seen (and used) and not heard. My group was more about relationships and was a support group for FemDom couples based on Elise Sutton’s philosophy of LFA (loving female authority).

At one point as I was espousing my FemDom philosophy, Sable looked at me and said “I don’t agree with you but I love your passion. It’s erotic as hell. You’re an erotic woman. Are you bi-sexual by any chance?”

Her words threw me off track and I became tongue tied, which led us both to laugh. Sable was cool and she could read me so she changed the subject by giving me a tour of her dungeon upstairs. James accompanied us and she showed me her equipment. She also told me how she had a female “friend” coming from England and that they were booked to do some very "heavy" scenes with male masochists in the weeks to come. She showed me her very nasty and not for the faint of heart whip collection and proceeded to tell me how her friend was a true sadist and how they loved to beat the living shit out of men.


My husband was very quiet the entire time but between Sable semi-propositioning me and her tales of female sadism and male masochism, I could tell that James had become very aroused.

I told Sable I would get back to her about using her place for our ClubFem socials. I discussed it with some of the other couples in the group but the location in downtown Baltimore was not the best for our group so I passed on Sable’s offer. I never talked with her again but add her to the list of interesting people I’ve met in this lifestyle over the years. She was one tough gal and although our philosophies differed, I respected her and appreciated her inviting me to see her place.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Better than sex

When I was a FemDom novice I used to think it cruel the way some women would treat their husbands. My friend Hillary used to tell me how she dominated and humiliated her husband and I would feel sorry for him. I wondered how a woman could be so cold and callous toward the man she had entered into the most sacred bond of matrimony. What I didn’t understand in those days was that to submissive men like Ray (Hillary’s husband) and James, humiliation is more pleasurable than sex. One might even conclude that to these men humiliation is a higher expression of sex

Take the other night for example. I was playing with my hubby and I had tied him nice and tight to my bed. I began to engage in a very erotic form of tease and denial play. I was wearing white lingerie that I had bought in Las Vegas and I was showing off how sexy I looked in my new outfit. I teased James how Chase had bought me this outfit and how I wore it for him. I went into the ever so intimate details of how Chase couldn’t keep his hands off of me, how me fondled me and made love to every inch of my body.

James had a very stiff erection as I went into all the details and I wanted to reward him for being such a good hubby and doing all of his assigned chores while I was enjoying myself in Vegas with another man. Now a novice to this lifestyle might assume that the best way to reward my husband would be to have sex with him. I could have rubbed my breasts on his erection and allowed him to climax. Or I could have given him a hand job. Or I could have straddled him and allowed him to enter me. But that’s not what he enjoys the most and that’s not what he wanted. I can read him and I knew what he wanted. He wanted to be humiliated.

I began by teasing him in a sensual way about my sexual exploits with Chase but then I went into the hard verbal stuff. I began to say things like;

“How does it feel knowing that another man was making mad, passionate love to your wife, James?”

“You’re not worthy to fuck me, are you?”

“You don’t know how to pleasure a woman with that pathetic thing between your legs, do you?”

“Doesn’t it just shame you that your wife was out in Las Vegas being wined and dined and made love to by another man?”

“What would your father or your brother of your male friends think of you if they knew that you were such a pussy whipped, emasculated husband that you allow your wife to take vacations with other men? That you put up with her having sex with other men. What would they think, James? Would you be too ashamed to face them if they knew the truth?

“What kind of a pathetic husband lets his wife go to Vegas with a hot stud while he stays home and cleans her house and does her laundry?”

I can’t remember everything that came out of my mouth but I get on a roll and the verbal humiliation just flows off my tongue. As I was saying these things to him, his cock was pulsating up and down from the intense excitement he was feeling. James goes into another world and I can tell because his eyes get this glazed look and he has such a pleasurable and content look on his face. He loves to be humiliated like this. For him it is better than sex.

I really get into it as well. As a matter of fact, I became so excited that I finally climbed onto his face and had him lick me to multiple orgasms while I continued with his verbal humiliation.

“That’s it, James, lick your wife’s pussy. That’s all you're good for. That’s the only way you know how to pleasure a woman. You sure can’t please me with your cock. You never could. You were always a lousy lover. That’s why I had to go out and find men who knew how to sexually satisfy me. Lick me you pathetic excuse for a man.”

James gets so excited when I talk like this and he licks me with incredible passion. In this way, he has become a very good lover, albeit only with his tongue. He pleasures me in ways no other man can but in order for him to become this passionate he has to be dominated and he has to be humiliated.

The end result is that I get the best of both worlds. In order to humiliate him I get to be intimate with other men. And when I tell my husband the details of how I’ve been sexually pleasured by these other men, it turns my husband into a great oral lover. The humiliation drives him and I get the benefits all the way around. I get all the great sex and he gets something that to him is better than sex.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Back from my trip

This is the first chance I’ve had to get on here and post since returning from my trip to Vegas. I got home late Friday night but it was a busy weekend. In order to get the time off work to go to Vegas I had to switch with a co-worker and agree to work for her over the weekend. Yesterday I was too tired to get on the computer but it was all worth it.

I had a marvelous time as the weather was hot but not too hot. I missed out on all the rain they had back here. James said it rained hard every day while I was away. It was in the high 90’s and sunny in Vegas. The pool at the Mirage is very nice (no, I didn’t go to the topless pool area they refer to as ‘Bare’). Early each morning I got my spot in the shade near the fake waterfall and ordered food and drinks and charged it to the room. Chase paid for everything (of course). At night we hit some shows and clubs.

We saw two shows, “Love” (my second time … what a great, great show) and “Human Nature” (Australian male singers who perform classic Motown hits … very enjoyable). We also hit some clubs. Tuesday night we went to the Palms and for one price we got a pass that let us into three different clubs: Ghostbar, Moon and the Playboy Club. The Ghostbar was my favorite with the awesome outside views from the 55th floor. The music at Moon was for a younger generation and not my cup of tea but it was still a cool place. The Playboy Club was the biggest disappointment. They had ‘bunnies’ dealing blackjack and other table games but other than that, the place was a bore. You had better views at Ghostbar and Moon.

We had the most fun at the LeScena lounge at the Venetian on Wednesday night as they had a rock and roll lounge act that played more of my kind of music (AC/DC, Guns and Roses, Rolling Stones, Bon Jovi, Journey, U2, etc.). We danced and carried on until midnight Vegas time. Chase had business the next morning so he had to get some sleep (but not much).

I called James each day and teased him about all the fun (and great sex) I was having while making sure he was in chastity and wearing my panties and attending to his chores. When I got home I was very pleased. James was a good hubby and did everything I had asked of him with the exception of some yard work due to all the rain.

The best part was how lovey, dovey James was toward me when I got home. Absence does make the heart grow fonder and it had been a week because I visited my sisters over Labor Day weekend before flying to Vegas with Chase on Labor Day. James was very submissive toward me and I loved the way he had my bed ready for me with fresh sheets and he unpacked my suitcases for me and put everything in their proper place like a good hubby.

He was dying to be dominated and humiliated by me, eager for me to share all the naughty details of my time with Chase in Vegas. However, there hasn’t been the time for a lengthy session with him but I did allow him to give me a massage last night and he orally pleasured me while I playfully shared some of the details of my time with Chase. I hope to have a more memorable session with him later this week once I’m caught up on my rest.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Vegas, Baby!

There’s been a major new development with my Labor Day plans. I’m still going to visit my sisters over the holiday weekend but on Monday I’m flying off to Las Vegas. I know this is sudden but my male friend (boyfriend, boy-toy, part-time lover) Chase has been dispatched to Las Vegas next week for his job. And he has invited me to accompany him. His business is at the Mirage so I’ll be lounging by the pool by day while he is doing his business. Then at night it will be party time. I was able to get the time off work so this will work out beautifully.  He’s paying for everything including my flight.
Seeing that this is all unexpected I had to break the news to my husband. I knew he wasn’t going to be enthused about this being that it’s such short notice. Even though I have a zillion things to get done before I leave Saturday morning, I took the time to have a D/s session with my hubby last night. I put on my leather body harness and wore a pair of leather boots to match. I haven’t worn this body harness for ages. I must say I looked damned sexy in it as the leather straps crisscross my body, circling my bare breasts. James got an immediate stiff erection when he saw me.
We began by me ordering him to perform boot worship. He stripped naked on my command and he kneeled on the floor as I sat on the edge of my bed. James began to kiss and lick my leather boots. He stayed there for a long time and I just admired the show. I was starting to get wet from watching my hubby in such a docile position. Then I ordered him to kiss my body all over. That really got us both in the mood.
I wasn’t particularly of the disposition to discipline my hubby. I was in a more sensual and playful mood. However, I needed him in a submissive state of mind so I ordered him to lay across the bed while I got up and fetched some of my whips. I began with a light flogger and went through in succession my crop, my cat o’nine and finally my single tail. I didn’t whip him too harshly and I made it a slow, methodical session where I talked to him in soft tones while I administered his discipline. I had him squirming and grimacing a little from the stings of my whips but I took it rather easy on him. The key was to get inside his mind and to get him to be in agreement that I am his Mistress and he exists to serve me.
After his discipline session, I put on my strap-on harness and prepared him by applying lots of lubrication. As I was preparing his anus through the insertion of my lubricated fingers covered by a latex glove, I broke the news to him about my acceptance of Chase’s offer to accompany him to Vegas. James didn’t say a word but I could read his body, like the slumping shoulders and the disappointing look on his face, that he was not happy about this. However, as I inserted the dildo into him and began to 'take him' by thrusting my powerful hips I was able to get him to verbally consent to my trip and I made him promise me he would be a good hubby and do the long list of chores I planned to give him while I was having fun in Vegas.
The strap-on session lasted longer than normal. I felt a rush of adrenalin and power surging through my body as the scenario played out. Thinking about my hubby going to work and coming home each day next week and wearing my panties while he does lots of household chores, while I am partying in Vegas with another man, made me so aroused I thought I was going to climax as the base of the dildo was rubbing ever so gently against my clit while I continued to fuck my hubby with the strap-on.  It was getting very intense.
I eventually eased the dildo out of him and removed the strap-on. I ordered him to grovel before me while I did a little verbal humiliation. It just came over me and I called my hubby the dreaded “c” word. I called him a cuckold and ordered him to lick my pussy. James got very excited and he began to tongue me with real passion. While he was pleasuring me I told him to think upon the fact that I planned on having many intimate nights with Chase in Las Vegas while he would be home, dressed in my panties, cleaning my house, doing my laundry, mowing my lawn, and doing other “hubby do” tasks. As I said these things he began to lick me harder and I climaxed as I grabbed his head and pulled him in tighter against my pussy. I told him not to stop and he kept licking until I had multiple orgasms.
It was so intense that I felt light-headed. I wanted to give James an orgasm but I didn’t want to risk him losing his submissive edge or copping an attitude before I left for my trip. Therefore I’ve decided to keep him aroused and denied. This will assure that he remains in the right frame of mind while I am away. James loves to be in this place of submission and humiliation and I plan on calling him each day I’m away to tease him.
I don’t know when I’ll get the chance to post again. I’m not taking a computer with me but I will have my I-Phone so maybe I can post a few short sentences while I’m gone to let you know how it’s going.