Marks & Bruising

I am always careful when I play not to mark my submissive. I respect that while I may be free to go as I please, my sluts have others to whom explaining a bruise or cut would be difficult if not extremely jeopardizing.

Yet there's something about a mark that I find exhilarating. Where others shy from the idea of tattoos because of the chance you might change your mind, regret it, I love that idea. It's a permanent reminder of who you were at that moment in time.

I have no desire to permanently scar my sluts. But the red trails down their backs from my fingernails, for that, there is no substitution. I cannot explain why I am this way. Perhaps I have come to believe that our skin is our calling card to the world. What we experience literally lives on us. For this reason, I will be proud of my first wrinkle when it happens.

When I first discovered this world of power play and pain, I was a switch. The first time I played hard enough with my lover at that time for my tastes, I was left with a deep purple bruise on my ass in the shape of the belt that was used on me. I admired it in the mirror every chance I got and part of me mourned when it faded.

Frustration

My ad has been up on Eros for less than one week and I am using this blog until my website is built and running. The amount of email I have been inundated with this week reaffirms my desire to never provide my phone number to anyone I have not met face to face.

It seems that there are those who assume I sit in front of my computer all day, happily writing masturbation fantasies for them by email. Perhaps you should consider this website, if you are one of those.

I am an incredibly busy woman. If you have not read my instructions on how to contact me, you are wasting my time. Perhaps your boss doesn't care that you waste her valuable time trolling websites and emailing dominants before you rub one out in the office bathroom. I do.

That said, I have exchanged emails with a few delightful sluts and I can hardly wait to see how deeply submissive and obedient they will become under my voice and hand. That also said, I horribly bruised the palm of my hand putting together a bookshelf from Ikea last night. But don't worry (or feel relieved), my other hand is in perfect spanking order.

Who is Valentine?

You have always yearned to give up control, to be guided and sculpted by a beautiful, poised woman. You crave submissive, perhaps punishment and pain. You yearn to be transformed into a person who pleases the whims of a refined dominant.

You have found the dominant to whom you must submit. Read this information very carefully if you wish the pleasure of serving me. While I enjoy discussing my interests, I so hate to repeat myself and often will not.

I am a disciplined, college-educated young woman who believes that sexuality is inherent to the human condition. As such, I believe sexuality demands to be explored and enjoyed. When I discovered the pain and pleasure of bondage, discipline, and sadomasochism three years ago, I knew had found an arena in which to put my carnal and intellectual interest in sexuality and my creative mind to work.

My long locks are naturally blond, and years of dance training have sculpted my lithe yet voluptuous physique. I am very tall, but that does not damper my love of heels. I have classically beautiful features. Though I care about the well-being of my submissives, in sessions, I am playful and curious. I am the proverbial cat with a mouse. Though I exude femininity in my appearance and actions, I am also strict and assertive. I am sweetly sadistic. Though I may not always raise my voice or employ harsh language, my sweet demeanor can be doubly cruel.

I enjoy performing discipline and punishment, watersports, and feminization and genderplay. I have an affinity for smoking and foot/shoe fetishes. CBT and ballbusting is one of my absolute pleasures. Needle play and electrical play are also interests of mine. If a double (or more?) session is what you desire, I can invite a talented dominant or submissive woman or man to join our play. When contacting me, please use an appropriate, respectful tone. Any language that is demeaning, misogynistic, arrogant, or sarcastic will not be tolerated. I do not perform sex, brown showers, Roman showers, or ageplay, although I have skilled dominants who I may invite if you are interested in incorporating the latter three into our session.

Prior to an initial session, I suggest that we meet. I have flexibility of schedule, but I never make appointments on Sundays. Generally, I am available Monday and Wednesday, weekday evenings, and on Saturdays. I answer emails within twenty-four hours, and require a minimum of twenty-four hours advanced notice. I have a strict confirmation policy. I make initial appointments by email only (MadamValentine@gmail.com), after which, established clients will receive my personal phone number. All lessons begin at $250 per hour.

A fantasy.

You enter and I am polite, perhaps smiling, sweet like your high school secret crush. I ask about your day. You answer. I tell you curtly to shut up now and kneel. You kneel, obediently, and kiss the toe of my black stiletto. This pleases me, thus I allow you to take the heel in your mouth and suck on it briefly. I demand that you tell me what it is you want most from me, and you reply, meekly, "For you to make me the sissy bitch I am, Madam Valentine."

On my command, you take off all of your clothes and fold them neatly for me. If I do not think you have shown great enough care, I throw your clothes on the floor and you try again until the folds are perfect. While I sit with my crop resting on my thigh, you parade naked for me as I laugh at what a sissy you are.

After I am thoroughly amused by your humiliating display, I point to the pile of clothes you will wear for me. First, the stockings. Though they itch, I make you put the thigh-high black stockings on your hairy legs. When you hesitate or puncture the material with your clumsiness, I punish you with my crop across your bare ass. Next, you put on the lacy black thong. Show me your pathetic ass in that, I order, and when you do not twirl quickly enough, my crop finds your calves. The blow stings, but you know it is only a reminder of how pathetic you are.

You put on the bra, and as you fumble to clasp it in the back, I bark, "You must really be a impotent sissy if you can't do that!"

Once you get the bra on, you put on the frilly dress and slide your clumsy feet into the heels. I point you to the mirror and demand you put on pearls and lipstick. "Just like you put on Mommy's lipstick as a sissy little boy!" I shout. Whack goes the crop when you smudge your makeup.

Now that I am satisfied that you have dressed like the sissy bitch you are, I put a song on and command you to dance. You are clumsy in your borrowed heels, and when you trip, I punish your ass with the crop again. I point out your reflection in the mirror as you dance about clumsily and order, "Say, 'Thank you, Valentine, for showing me what as sissy little bitch I am!'" You repeat what I've told you, grateful that I have made you into my sissy bitch.


As you catch your breath, I begin to stroke the length of my silicone cock. On your knees, I say, suck me like a good bitch. You get onto your knees and begin to suck my silicone cock the best you can. Faster, I demand, don't you know how to suck cock? You take as much of my silicone cock in my mouth as you can before you gag on it, and I laugh. Only an unworthy bitch would choke on my cock!

"Get up and bend over this bench," I order. "Now!"

You scramble to your feet and comply, bending over the bench I have waiting for you, your sad ass poking up in the air. You feel exposed, vulnerable. You know what is coming next and as much as you are humiliated, you crave the feel of my silicone cock deep inside you, that feeling of submission before me.

"Pull up your dress and move your thong aside, bitch," I command, hitting your ass again with my crop.

You comply. I grab your ass firmly between my hands, plant one of my heels beside your face to remind you who I am, and begin teasing your embarrassingly tight ass with my silicone cock. At first, the tip of my silicone cock hurts you, but as you adjust to me, the intrusion becomes more pleasant.

"A good bitch could take me right away," I chide.

Once your ass is warmed up, I begin to plunge my silicone cock into you over and over. You are vulnerable, exposed, humiliated in my presence. I make you suck the heel of my stiletto again like a cock and laugh. I continue to plunge into your ass, over and over, and mock you. What a stupid sissy bitch you are for liking this!

After I am satisfied that you have come closer to actualizing your true place as my sissy bitch, I show you to the shower.

"You have pleased me today," I say with a smile. "You may see me again."