As you may know, I always request a referral from another professional, or other information. If you have had a lesson with me an for whatever reason wish a lesson with another of Chicago's fine professionals, I am always able to provide a referral. I do hope that other Dominants will be professional enough to understand my requirement.
If you are new to this practice or are hesitant to embrace its merits, I just ask you keep in mind the outstanding, sensitive instruction myself and others provide.
I hope you are enjoying the snow. I know I am. Nothing like a city at night with snow falling. Beautiful and brutal, just what I love.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Happy holidays.
I will be unavailable due to the holiday season Sunday, Dec. 21st, until Saturday, Dec. 27th. In the mean time, please visit my newly launched website for more about me and pictures.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
I'm dreaming of a kinky Christmas.
I love the holiday season. Once Thanksgiving is approaching, I know a great deal of pleasure is in store for me for at least a month. I have many opportunities to enjoy a good meal with good friends, topped off with an excellent bottle of wine. I've traditionally favored Australian reds, but I've recently discovered that South American reds are quite good. A few months ago, I was introduced to New Zealand whites, and I have never looked at white wine again the same.
There are few pleasures higher to me than food and wine. The textures and smells, paired with the sensual roll of wine across my tongue. Perhaps you could savor the afterglow of my enjoyment. Only the finest bottle of wine, naturally, which I glide across my tongue for a minute or two, before I part my lips and let it slip off my tongue into your mouth.
If a more traditional holiday fare is what piques your interest, you might bring me a present. It must be perfectly wrapped. I do not accept sloppy work, as I am an orderly person. You would watch me open it from your place on the floor at my feet. What would you bring me? Perhaps a new pair of boots, tall with laces. You would do up the laces exactly, then polish their shiny black material with your tongue and hands, sucking on the the stilleto heel. If I am not pleased with your gift, you know to expect consequences.
I have in my mind a holiday scene. The snow falling outside in fat, lazy flakes, while inside, the space is warm. I put on a holiday CD. None of that contemporary nonsense. I want to hear the classics: Frank Sinatra, Bobby Darin, Dean Martin, Ella Fitzgerald. What better use for white Christmas lights but to tie your hands and feet. You must decorate my tree with with your teeth, carefully lifting ornaments onto the branches. If you are naughty, I will spank you with a candy cane. If you are nice, I will dip my toes in egg nog for you to lick off.
Oh, I may have gotten a bit carried away. I just never know where my imagination will go.
There are few pleasures higher to me than food and wine. The textures and smells, paired with the sensual roll of wine across my tongue. Perhaps you could savor the afterglow of my enjoyment. Only the finest bottle of wine, naturally, which I glide across my tongue for a minute or two, before I part my lips and let it slip off my tongue into your mouth.
If a more traditional holiday fare is what piques your interest, you might bring me a present. It must be perfectly wrapped. I do not accept sloppy work, as I am an orderly person. You would watch me open it from your place on the floor at my feet. What would you bring me? Perhaps a new pair of boots, tall with laces. You would do up the laces exactly, then polish their shiny black material with your tongue and hands, sucking on the the stilleto heel. If I am not pleased with your gift, you know to expect consequences.
I have in my mind a holiday scene. The snow falling outside in fat, lazy flakes, while inside, the space is warm. I put on a holiday CD. None of that contemporary nonsense. I want to hear the classics: Frank Sinatra, Bobby Darin, Dean Martin, Ella Fitzgerald. What better use for white Christmas lights but to tie your hands and feet. You must decorate my tree with with your teeth, carefully lifting ornaments onto the branches. If you are naughty, I will spank you with a candy cane. If you are nice, I will dip my toes in egg nog for you to lick off.
Oh, I may have gotten a bit carried away. I just never know where my imagination will go.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Some thoughts.
You, and me, and another dominant woman. She mocks you while I run my fingernails across your hot, just-spanked bottom. Or you and me with a woman who switches. While I watch with amusement and give her orders, she ties you down for your punishment. Once she has you tied and ready for more strict punishments, then what? My imagination fills in the blanks.
Perhaps you must serve us both. With two beautiful dominant women, you must be twice as obedient and precise. Massaging our feet, cleaning our heels with your tongue, eating fresh, oozing fruit from between our toes.
Maybe another woman is not what you truly fantasize about. Maybe you daydream about a dominant man joining us, waiting on my orders for you. Or a submissive man against whom you will have to compete for my approval in your absolute submission.
I ponder these things and feel quick with excitement.
Perhaps you must serve us both. With two beautiful dominant women, you must be twice as obedient and precise. Massaging our feet, cleaning our heels with your tongue, eating fresh, oozing fruit from between our toes.
Maybe another woman is not what you truly fantasize about. Maybe you daydream about a dominant man joining us, waiting on my orders for you. Or a submissive man against whom you will have to compete for my approval in your absolute submission.
I ponder these things and feel quick with excitement.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
A confession.
The first time I pissed on a man, it was glorious.
I had made him undress completely and wait for me for some time alone in the darkened room as I changed into a corset and stockings, put on my heels. I touched up my make-up while I raised my voice to him, You had better be sitting still waiting for me.
While I was satisfied that he had waited long enough, I returned to the room. I could tell he was embarrassed by his request of me. Valentine, I want you to piss on me . . . Please? And thus, we faced one another in the darkened room. His hands shook slightly, though he tried to hide them between his knees, and he would not meet my eyes directly.
I bent at the waist, took his face in my hands, and forced him to look directly into my blue eyes. "Why are you so shy?" I asked.
He said nothing, so I continued.
"Is it because you've asked me, who you hardly know, to piss on you? That's got to be it. Now, get up, go to the bathroom."
He rose and lumbered sheepishly in front of me as I followed him to the bathroom. We were both aware of only the sound of the click-click-click of my heels on his hardwood floor. Once in the bathroom, he flailed about before settling like a flustered bird on his heels in the bathtub.
"Not like that!" I said. "Don't you know anything? Lie down."
He complied. I grasped the rail along the tiled wall and placed first one heeled foot, then the other, into the bathtub. I took him by the hair on the back of his head and positioned myself over him, his face between my soft thighs.
"Tell me again, what do you want?"
"I want you to piss on me," he said in a hush.
"Good boy. Open your mouth."
I guided his mouth into place by the hair of his head and slowly relaxed my muscles. At first nothing happened, then came a great gush of piss from me, filling his mouth. He swallowed, consuming me. The golden liquid spilled down his chin, down his naked torso, until it ran down the drain. I pissed a beautiful arch of piss onto him, and when I had finished, I got out of the bathtub.
*A fantasy based on actual events.
I had made him undress completely and wait for me for some time alone in the darkened room as I changed into a corset and stockings, put on my heels. I touched up my make-up while I raised my voice to him, You had better be sitting still waiting for me.
While I was satisfied that he had waited long enough, I returned to the room. I could tell he was embarrassed by his request of me. Valentine, I want you to piss on me . . . Please? And thus, we faced one another in the darkened room. His hands shook slightly, though he tried to hide them between his knees, and he would not meet my eyes directly.
I bent at the waist, took his face in my hands, and forced him to look directly into my blue eyes. "Why are you so shy?" I asked.
He said nothing, so I continued.
"Is it because you've asked me, who you hardly know, to piss on you? That's got to be it. Now, get up, go to the bathroom."
He rose and lumbered sheepishly in front of me as I followed him to the bathroom. We were both aware of only the sound of the click-click-click of my heels on his hardwood floor. Once in the bathroom, he flailed about before settling like a flustered bird on his heels in the bathtub.
"Not like that!" I said. "Don't you know anything? Lie down."
He complied. I grasped the rail along the tiled wall and placed first one heeled foot, then the other, into the bathtub. I took him by the hair on the back of his head and positioned myself over him, his face between my soft thighs.
"Tell me again, what do you want?"
"I want you to piss on me," he said in a hush.
"Good boy. Open your mouth."
I guided his mouth into place by the hair of his head and slowly relaxed my muscles. At first nothing happened, then came a great gush of piss from me, filling his mouth. He swallowed, consuming me. The golden liquid spilled down his chin, down his naked torso, until it ran down the drain. I pissed a beautiful arch of piss onto him, and when I had finished, I got out of the bathtub.
I looked at him again, covered in my shower. He licked his lips.
*A fantasy based on actual events.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Alice
I am tutoring the lovely Alice Hatchet, a dominant with a mischievous spirit to match mine. While she is learning the in and outs of this profession, though she is not new to this kind of play or BDSM, she is available to join us in session.
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