For the next 14 days I shall be taking requests for cuckolding sessions.

Preference given to slaves who have been cuckolded by Me before. you will be heavily vetted, so serious enquiries only.

Super excited 😉

Thank you to all the lovely subs who sent Me birthday gifts.

There are 5 gifts without sender names I don’t immediately recognize. Including what I refer to “NM” (I’m not including more details than initials), but also anonymous packages.

I always really appreciate the thought of a gift and I’m very grateful. If you sent Me something and you *haven’t* had a personal “Thank-you” message, then I should love to hear from you so that I can do that.

Love and climax control.

Aurea

I have had SO SO many really lovely messages, I’ve been completely overwhelmed. But I also haven’t finished celebrating My birthday because of a surprise, totally unplanned trip out of town!!!

So: to everyone who has been in touch – please, please know how much I appreciate it. Tomorrow afternoon, when I get home, I shall get through all My messages.

Thank you all, much love. 🧡

It was a quiet evening when I picked up Mistress to go to the local bar. We were enjoying a nice glass of wine as we were talking about how each has been doing. All I could think of as I was listening to Mistress’s voice was how beautiful Her eyes were. Her eyes would do much of the talking even without saying a word. They were kind, easy, expressive, and devious. They hold a fire in them that I haven’t seen before.

After a few glasses, W/we decided to take a little walk to the small park. W/we came to a quiet spot beneath a tree where Mistress requested I stop and strip naked. Shocked by the request to strip on public, I obeyed Her command. I suddenly found myself standing naked in front of her wearing nothing but my tight, cold, steel cage. My cock locked away not knowing when the next release would be.

Mistress pulled a rope from her bag, smacked by butt with it, and told me to get in my knees. After a few minutes I found myself hogtied, with my legs spread and ass exposed, a full head harness an O-ring gag tied to a rope connected to an anal hook. All I could feel was the breeze on my raised skin, my eyes locked with Mistress Aurea’s eyes, and a glass of wine in her left hand. Her sweet laugh giving me hope that everything will be ok, even though I had no clue what was next for me. With Her large strapon pulled over her tight leather pants, teasing the tip of my tongue coming through the o-ring gag, I was told to make sure I do a good job… and then I awoke

A re-post from 2016:

Returning home from My pedicure, My soft soles swaddled in the woollen wall of My new Uggs, I feel as if I am walking on cotton wool. On silk woven kisses, on warm, cotton candy clouds. With every step, My freshly stimulated pedestal nerves shoot pleasure across My body. And one area in particular!

Who can fail to appreciate the art of reflexology when there are thrills like this one – the sensations after a great manipulation of ones sexiest and most intimate body part: yes, that one – the  stand, the support, the sole, the soul.

Hamlet, himself, is heard to say:

What, my young lady and mistress! By ‘r Lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine.

For the virgin enthusiasts, a “chopine” looked like this:

It is widely regarded to have been the very first raised shoe, created for vanity, stature and sexual allure.

It is still around today, in fact it recently saw a comeback with the popular, if impractical (who needs functionality?) heelless shoe.*

No devotee could deny the beauty here. But My fetish has always been…the heel. The heel, the heel……oh, that heel. Admire as I will, a heelless base is like taking a wagyu steak well done: Sure you can do it, and maybe you have to, but you have clearly lost all joy from your soul.

Anyway, enough of my toe-tangent. The point is that My pedicure is prepared and I’m perfectly primed for some pedi-prostration.

Squash you soon, slaves.

*For further information “Fashion Backwards” blog has an excellent exploration of this. http://wp.me/p4bSjg-2k

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My fans all know how much I enjoy picking a cherry.
Virgin sessions can go many different ways: that’s the reason I require a consultation before even planning an initiation session. 
10 days ago I had such a session. 
W/we had discussed everything relevant: interests, curiosities,  history, tastes and hard limits (medical history isn’t important at first consultation stage).  I had a very strong idea of how O/our session would go, based on everything W/we had discussed. 

My ARDENT fans (!) will also know that My favorite sessions are those that take on a world of their own (I believe I used to use an extremely articulate sailboat metaphor,  see My DickieVirgin interview).
This play was everything I love.  I had the “best laid plans” but as I slowly and seductively en-wrapped him in rope bondage, I could feel him falling, falling and falling under My spell. I literally felt his skin give way to Me. His flesh and his breath succumbed to My dominance with every twist and every wrap.
Eventually he was on his side, lying. And then he was hogtied- I was in such top-space that I don’t even remember doing it.
But then I do remember thinking  “oh, what now, because a full body harness then ‘fetus position hogtie’ (My label thereto) wasn’t the plan!!” But as a looked at him, no, more, as I FELT him, I knew that this was right. I knew this was where he needs to be, this is what he needs and this has to happen.
So now I’m guiding a silk rope through the neck loop I created and over his head, onto his hands in prayer.
I felt all his tension leave his body.
Like steam coming from a clothes iron, I saw him deflate and submit and surrender and beg.
I dont know how long W/we sat, entwined and breathing together as he began his journey into understanding what it means to yield
I do know that it was a truly beautiful time and that I have so, so, so much more in store for him: slowly and carefully.