A Thrilling Afternoon For Jake

Jake had the pleasure of seeing Me this afternoon for a medical exam and enema. He is also quite the fetishist for nylons and vintage lingerie, particularly girdles and corsets.

With that in mind I decided to give him the thrill of seeing Me in beautiful silky nude nylons, a form fitting off-white vintage girdle with satin and lace paneling. Topping with a delicate form fitting red with white polka dot top that showed off my enticing cleavage.

The second he entered my chambers he was ordered to disrobe and there he stood naked before Me. His arousal made me laugh and that caused his cheeks to flush red, he lowered his head in embarrassment. I led him to my exam table where I had laid out the implements I intended to use on him. There were the latex exam gloves, the enema bags, a tube of lube, a small but powerful vibrator then he noticed the  stirrups in which he would be put in. As I prepared to give him a full examination, including a cavity search and prostate check up he stood immobilized,  awestruck by my beauty and what was about to happen to him.

He was ordered to lay on his back, his feet placed in the stirrups and locked into position, with the flick of  a switch his legs were lifted into the air. I had full access to every intimate part of his  anatomy. His exam went well and everything checked out but his enema could not be avoided. He may even have to endure two. After all, Jake was a very bad boy, he had neglected his exercise routine and diet and has been thinking many impure thoughts. What better way to put this dirty, naughty man in his place then to quite literally flush him clean?

As enema tip was inserted his arousal became more visible. He asked for permission to speak and was granted to. He told me how ever since he was a very young man in school he fantasized about his sexy teachers and hot school nurse and how back in those days the ladies wore girdles with garters under their skirts. If you were lucky enough you might just catch a peek of the tops of their nylons and the sexy slit of bare skin between the two garments. He confessed how he would often act up in class just to get the teachers attention and be kept after school or sent to the nurses office. Sometimes the school nurse would administer an enema if he belly ached to his teacher that there was too much homework or other boyish noisy.  Now he’s all grown up but still craves being put in his place and under the hand of a beautiful woman that has complete control over his body and mind. The first enema went in like a charm, I ordered him to retain it as I began to gently tease his helpless, hard member. Through my transparent latex gloves he could see my long red nails grazing his skin and my long, slender fingers weaving pleasureful sensations through his body till they reached his lips and he let out a most ecstatic moan. He repeatedly moaned to Me how good it felt, I decided to put a cap on his pleasure and postpone the rush of release. He had to endure more before I was finished with him. He was sent to the lavatory to take care of his retained enema and clean up for the next one. Now I had something more intense in store for Jake; this time he would have to impress Me and retain more fluids. I intentionally filled his enema bag to full capacity and adjusted the pressure to release the warm water slowly all the while I teased his member with the vibrator set on full strength intermittently with gentle strokes by my latex gloved hand, he could feel my nails through it and it made his toes curl. As the enema began to fill him he confided that he had never had a better one, that his prostate was pulsating with pleasure as was the more visible part of him. As I teased him and gave a knowing smile he begged for Me to allow him to touch himself. Permission was not granted. Instead I simply leaned over him, stared into his eyes; his gaze full of pleasure mixed with helplessness and gave him the most gentle caress with one hand and ended his long awaited release. And in the end just like the young man he once was, fantasizing about the school nurse, it took only one stroke from a very powerful and beautiful woman. One unforgettable lesson he’s sure to cherish the memory of.

Till next time.



Reflecting on the 4th of July from your Mistress

Celebrate and Appreciate

Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men
who signed the Declaration of Independence? Their story. . .

Five signers were captured by the British as traitors,
and tortured before they died.

Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.

Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army;
another had two sons captured.

Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or
hardships of the Revolutionary War.

They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes,
and their sacred honor.

What kind of men were they?

Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists.

Eleven were merchants.

Nine were farmers and large plantation owners;
men of means, well educated.

But they signed the Declaration of Independence
knowing full well that the penalty would be death if
they were captured.

Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and
trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the
British Navy. He sold his home and properties to
pay his debts, and died in rags.

Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British
that he was forced to move his family almost constantly.
He served in the Congress without pay, and his family
was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him,
and poverty was his reward.

Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer,
Walton , Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.

At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that
the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson
home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General
George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed,
and Nelson died bankrupt.

Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed.
The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.

John Hart was driven from his wife’s bedside as she was dying.
Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill
were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests
and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his
children vanished.

So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and
silently thank these patriots. It’s not much to ask for the price they paid.

Remember: freedom is never free!

I hope you will show your support by sending this to as many
people as you can, please. It’s time we get the word out that patriotism
is NOT a sin, and the Fourth of July means more than beer,
picnics, and baseball games. True “reflection” is a part of this country’s
greatness. Please be a participant.

The Week Flew By….

Starting with my tied and teased lunch date. Sub was taken back to my private location and stripped down to his rope tied cock. After I changed into a stunning latex dress, thigh-high stockings and stilettos to drool over, he dropped to his knees and bowed his head in humility. If only he was worthy of pleasing his Mistress on his own terms. No chance of that my pet, you are too inferior to have a chance to service a Goddess. Now “get to work” I commanded. He knew his place was worshipping my legs and feet. His erection grew harder and pinched against the ropes that bound him at the thought of having to polish my latex dress. It clings so tight against my body, showing off every fine curve of my feminine form oh so perfectly. Wouldn’t he just love to worship EVERY inch? Instead he’ll be worshipping whatever I command him to. Nothing is too taboo for this sub. Willing to anything his Mistress commands is what he’s trained for.

What happened to the sub will be left to your imagination for now. Think on it and if you have any ideas I’d be delighted to hear them and just maybe play them out on you.

Please note:

Having my way with men has never been a problem for me. Being beautiful, mysterious, intelligent, creative and so many more wonderful things that I am makes Me quite the package. So watch out you may get what you wish for…

Me topping you. (with a smile of course)