Hello darlings,
Have you been daydreaming about curling up at my feet or feeling the sting of my new ox-blood whip? I’ll be in San Francisco and Los Angeles this month with extremely limited availability (as usual).
I’ve been loving dinner and domination dates with sweeties lately. Oysters, art, and teasing you with my feet by the pool? A perfect day.
I have time for one dinner and domination date in each city. I’ve been dreaming about Mommy play, high protocol D/s training, and shopping dates. Woo me?
SF: September 20th - 24th
LA: September 25th - 31st
When I’m back in New York in October, I’m available for virtual sessions and only one in-person submissive training session as I’ll be having surgery in November.
(Be sure to be a good little one for Mommy, and send gifts for recovery here! 10/10 doctors agree gifts are good for my health.)
I’ll resume in-person sessions, with limited availability, again in December.
Can’t see me in-person soon? Let’s stay in touch on my OnlyFans in the meantime. I’ve been sending voice notes of my unparalleled dirty talk—you won’t want to miss it.
Speaking of things you won’t want to miss… there are two new submissive-written literotica submissions on my blog.
BDSM Stories: Piss Play & Watersports (Thank You, Mistress)
It went everywhere—immediately. Down my throat, up my nose, in my eyes, in my hair. While I really wish I had swallowed all of my kibble beforehand, it is very humiliating to think about washing down dog food with her piss. (Thank you, Mistress.)
I thought about how I love piss for three reasons: (1) society has largely taught us that being pissed on/consuming piss is humiliating; (2) animals piss on things to mark their territory, and I like any and all reminders that I am her territory; and (3) I think there is something wholesome and romantic about her bodily fluids sustaining me. (Thank you, Mistress.)
As Tim Dean wrote, “Coded as dirty, urinemay cleanse; coded as waste, it is valued as precious by piss afi-cionados; coded as repulsive, its luminous beauty was dramatically revealed by Serrano.”
BDSM Stories: Bondage and Orgasm Denial in Mommy’s Basement
I began my worship of Mommy’s boots in earnest, feeling the warmth of service and submission spread through my mind and my body. I explored every inch with my lips and my tongue, tasting every speck and every scuff that had appeared in the last several hours, feeling thankful for each connection to Mommy’s evening activities.
I savored my place, my role beneath her. As I cleaned her boots more properly, I remembered the pride I had felt in how quickly I learned Mommy’s preferences, despite being new to boot blacking. It had helped being so much more turned on by Mommy’s feet than I had thought possible, upon meeting them in person.
When she was done with me, Mommy rested one booted foot on my chest and just pushed me back. “Good boy,” she said, studying me with unusual intensity. At that point I noticed the knife in her hands, the way she ran her finger along the blade, an act simultaneously sensual and menacing.
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Will I see you in SF or LA later this month? Or perhaps you will be my one special date in NYC in early October? Let’s bring your fantasies to life.
With love and leather,
Mistress Blunt