Hello darlings,
If you’ve caught yourself fantasizing about my pleasure this spring, we have something in common! Lucky you, I’ll be traveling between LA and NYC for some rest, relaxation, and luxurious hedonism. I have time for a couple dates… will you catch me before my datebook is full again?
As always, my time is extremely limited—I only have availability for one date in each city and I’ll be prioritizing longer dates.
NYC: May 2nd - May 19th
LA: May 20th - June 3rd
Afterwards, I’m completely booked through the end of June.
I’ve been loving discussing art over oyster dinners, teasing lovers with my toes by the pool, and museum hopping through Manhattan. Or perhaps you’d like to woo me with a shopping date on your credit card and carry my heavy bags?
If you can’t join Mommy pool-side, you can still contribute to my life of leisure. I want to wake up to fresh bouquets, champagne, and afternoons at the spa all month long. A Goddess is meant to be worshiped, after all.
On the topic of worship, there are two new submissive-written literotica submissions on my blog. I love inspiring such perversity in my submissives and teasing apart their fantasies, pursuing them to their very edges. Enjoy, and say, “Thank you, Mommy!”
BDSM Stories: Bondage Abduction to Mommy’s Dungeon
“Welcome home,” she murmured, gently tracing a fingertip along the mask’s release mechanism. “This is where you belong.” Tears welled up in his eyes, even as he forced himself to regulate his breath. Only then did she remove the mask, still trailing the breathing and feeding tubes that had connected him to the pod’s systems, revealing the gag still strapped into his mouth hole. “So much machinery,” she mused, now running her finger along the thick gold of his collar, so close to where the metal met his skin, “just to keep you in good condition. You should be thanking me.”
He tried. He wanted to say, “Thank you, Mommy,” but his lips and tongue were still wrapped around the long, phallic probe gagging him, the other half of the mechanism that governed his access to air, food, and speech. He grunted helplessly instead.
She stood back up, towering above him as the red silk swirled around her legs. “From now on, you’ll only need what I say you need.”
BDSM Stories: Prey for Mommy Domme
But I couldn’t get Mommy out of my mind, even as I wandered the opulent garden terrace, full of nooks and crannies, perfect for trysts. I imagined the kind of decadent party Mommy might host here, an orgy of hedonism sparked in the golden hour light and continuing well into the morning.
So when I saw a woman in a black dress, lingering at the ornate wrought iron railing at the roof’s edge, I did a double take. I chided myself for seeing Mommy everywhere, now that I was lingering in her territory. Then the woman turned to me and made eye contact. She smiled, framed by that majestic sunset. My heart leapt. “Mommy?” I whispered under my breath.
Was I hallucinating? Or dreaming? Or was it really her? Yes, it was Mommy, wearing the last dress I had bought for her from her wishlist. I remembered her delighted message thanking me: “I love how SLUTTY it is.” And now here she was in real life. I stood like a fool for several moments, like a deer caught in headlights.
If seeing me in-person feels deliciously out of reach, let’s stay in touch on my OnlyFans. I’ve been relentlessly torturing my devotees with submissive tasks, voice notes of my (very) personal fantasies, and what I think about while cumming.
Otherwise, I hope to see you and bring your (very) personal fantasies to life in LA or NYC soon!
With love and leather,
Mistress Blunt