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By Marilyn, on February 12th, 2012
Happy almost Valentine’s Day!
I for one, have an odd view of love. There are so many beautiful things in life to cherish that I truly feel there is no one way to describe love, no one way to feel it, and no single method of paying it forward. In a nutshell, I think that love is that light inside yourself that you choose to shine on the world. In my eyes, love is . . .
- Knee high boots, thigh high boots, ankle boots, stiletto pumps, sky high wedges, and peep toe heels.
- A paw in your hand as a response to “Will you be my fuzzy Valentine?” (Yes, I have a cat)
- A Tanueray martini- 2.5oz gin, .5oz dry vermouth, chilled and shaken with exactly 2 cubes, with a single drop of lemon juice on the surface and garnished with a black olive
- Making someone smile contagiously
- Benefit, Urban Decay, Too Faced, Smashbox, and MAC
- Waking up to rainbows on my wall from sunlight shining through God-know’s-what piece of crystal in my room
- Chuck Taylor sneakers
- Lacy, racy little things
- The feel of satin sheets
- Doing something special “Just because . . .”
- Kissing in the rain
- The key to a locked chastity device
- The glazed over look in the eyes of a satisfied submissive
- A pack of Guiness Draft because flowers die and memories of hot drunken sex last forever! (Drink responsibly to ensure that the sex actually is hot
- Looking at a woman with bedhead, morning breath, and eye goobers wearing your t-shirt and still thinking she’s just as hot as she was the last time she wore her little black dress for you
- A connection that leaves you saying “No way! I was so just about to say the same thing!”
- Love is- no matter how big, how small, how playful or weird, how silly or how passionate- the thing that holds us all together <3
Although I do have a hot Valentine’s Day date, I will be sure to stop by the community kink chatroom and hang out for a bit for the Valentine’s Day Cock Radio Event- you know I wouldn’t leave ya hangin’ on the sexiest day of the year! Join myself and your other favorite Mistresses between 7pmEST and 12amEST and we’ll be sure to show you a good time
Meanwhile, feel free to leave a comment and tell me what love means to you- let’s get some conversation going!
Love,
Mistress Marilyn
By Marilyn, on January 21st, 2012
A Not-So-Secret Love Affair
It’s no secret that this Mistress loves her shoes! I’m that girl that must go to the mall with friends not to avoid looking like a loser, but so that they can drag me away from the Bakers and Aldo store windows before I get into trouble. However, I’m willing to bet that you love my shoes more than I do- in fact, I bet you could appreciate my shoes a few different ways . . .
Style and Sexuality
It’s all a combination of the style of shoe and the woman who wears them. Most men love the look of a preppy girl in cute sneakers, and some go crazy over the carefree appeal of shorts and flip flops. And then there are the high heels, which you appreciate whether you realize it or not. Admit it, as soon as you hear the click of a stiletto heel over a floor, you can’t help but look to see a pair of gorgeous legs in a short skirt. Let’s explore why!
Firstly, high heels have a beautiful silhouette that showcases the delicate shape, arch, and features of the female foot, which is aesthetically pleasing to many. Secondly, wearing high heels redistributes one’s balance, and when the legs muscles must adjust to stand up straight, it makes the thighs and calves appear shapelier. As well as elongating the legs for a quite sexy appearance, heels also align the body in a way that causes a woman’s butt to appear rounder, and her breasts to appear fuller. It’s no wonder we have the phrase “Do Me Heels”, is it?
Shoes and Clues
Perhaps it’s the natural sway my hips develop when I’m in my heels that makes men look, or the sound they make that gets their attention. Once I’ve got it, well, that’s when the games begin. It’s the simple tease of tracing a finger up my leg when in skinny jeans and thigh high boots, or letting my pumps dangle off my toes while my legs are crossed in a tight dress. All the subtle clues that lead you to believe that there could be a naughty little treat in store for you . . .
Could it be getting you on your knees to lick, kiss, and worship my shoes? If you do a good job, you might just earn a reward- have you ever made love to a woman wearing only heels before? Or maybe, if you’re a bad boy, you may just have to forgo my touch and use only my shoes to earn your pleasure . . . how embarrassing!
How many sexy ideas can you come up with to have fun with high heels? Share- you know you want to
XOXO- Mistress Marilyn
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By Marilyn, on December 15th, 2011
Following an amazing date, some intense kissing, and a CFNM strip tease, my night gets much hotter once my date is naked and on his knees, and my love for body worship and oral servitude is brought to his attention . . .
Kneeling Before a Cock Tease
Oh, that sight. A gorgeous man kneeling in front of me with a feather duster between his teeth. I stepped off the bed, walking toward him, and ran my fingers through his hair. “You know, I always thought you’d make such a cute little pet!” I said, my heart pounding from the excitement. He looked towards the floor as I put my palms beneath his chin, and he dropped the feather duster into my hands. “Now darling, you have missed me, haven’t you?” I asked teasingly. I arched my back, bending to reach and tease his cock, already feeling his answer as he softly whispered “Yes, Marilyn . . . . “
My Turn for a CFNM Tease
Placing my hand on his shoulder, I stood up, circling around behind him, just out of his sight. The hem of my dress brushed against his skin as I pulled down the straps, letting my perky breasts just brush against his back as I began tickling his thighs with the feather. I giggled as he squirmed, letting out a little sigh. “Oh, did you want to see?” I taunted, pulling up my dress just in time for him to miss a glimpse. Lying back down on the bed, I widened my legs just enough for him to catch a peek of my black lace panties. Reaching around the back of his neck, I brought his soft lips to my knee, finally about to tell him what my plan had been since we got to his place.
Learning to Worship and Serve
“I really think you meant it when you said you missed me, but if you really want me . . . “ I trailed off, reaching my hand between my legs, “You’re going to have to prove it.” His cock twitched. “I want you to worship me and my gorgeous legs, kissing all the way from my pretty little feet to my most sensitive place. Then, you are going to remind me of those screaming orgasms your mouth is capable of providing me before I so much as let you remove my panties.” He smiled, bending to begin his servitude. I brushed the tip of the feather over his bottom as he squirmed. “And to show your dedication, you will do your very best to please me regardless of what that feather is doing!”
“Yes, Marilyn.” He said. “Mmm, how about Mistress Marilyn?” I retorted with a wink. His sparkling eyes met mine.
“Yes, Mistress Marilyn.”
Have you ever had an incredibly hot date that you just couldn’t stop thinking about? I’d love to hear about it in the comments!
XOXO- Mistress Marilyn
By Marilyn, on December 11th, 2011
Every now and then, a busy Mistress such as myself gets the wonderful opportunity to have a night out. With my idea of relaxation, there are often sexy stories that come along with it, and I bet you’re just itching to hear all about them, aren’t you?
Poor, sweet boy had no clue what he was getting himself into
Oh, how I’d missed that boy. His eyes were that deep, dirty green flecked with gold, and his hair golden brown, soft and touchable. His skin was light and freckled, and his muscles as toned as I remembered them- each and every one. We flirted and teased through dinner, finishing off a couple martinis while my shoe slipped off my foot beneath the table. My toes trailed up those toned thighs, and before I knew it he’d asked for the check and hurried me to the car, cutely trying to shield me from the rain.
Teasing and Tormenting all through Dinner
Pushing through the door, keys still clinking, he didn’t hesitate for a moment to lift me right off my delicate little feet and press me against the wall, breathlessly fighting in his head over whether to kiss me nice and deep, or keep burying his face in my neck where he could lick and nibble amongst the scent of my perfume imported from Italy. For a moment in time, my female instincts gave in to him, allowing myself such wonderful, sweet pleasure . . . but all the while, still wanting more. He whisked me away to the bedroom, and placed me delicately on the bed, about to crawl up beside me . . .
His gorgeous cock was bulging through his pants, and I had to step back into my logical state of mind to make a choice: “Should I just give in, or should I make the pleasure last . . . exactly the way I want it to?” I put my palm flat against his chest, and said “No. I haven’t had my fun with you yet. Stand up.” He gave me an odd look, but did as he was told.
“Now strip.”
“Now strip for me.” He began to remove his clothes. “No, no no . . . at least make it sexy for me, think male stripper!” I giggled. He gave me little glimpses of flesh, teasing me with that trail of golden curls leading down from his belly button, before stripping down to his boxers. I felt a flush of warmth between my legs as I said “Now, get on your hands and knees, and bring me the feather duster we used to play with . . . “ Oh, how I love it when a man brings me toys and implements with his teeth!
You know how I love to tease you, so I know you’ll all be eager and waiting for part two of my story! In the mean time, why not check out some Femdom and Domination stories to satiate your desire for a sexy read?
Looking forward to your thoughts!
XOXO- Mistress Marilyn
By Marilyn, on November 27th, 2011
In my opinion, one of the many traits of a good Mistress is an open mind that is constantly willing to learn. Within this wonderful world we call fetishism, there are countless doors to be opened and many different fantasies to explore. As of late, it seems I’ve found a particular interest in giantess and shrinking fetishes, and at 5’1, who could blame me?
I’ve mentioned before that my height plays a part in my dominant attitude along with my innocent face, because it leads many to underestimate my potential cruelty and I love taking people by surprise. In giantess fantasies, I can’t lie- it’s very much driven by the revenge aspect of the teasing I endured for my height in my school days. How wonderful it would be to be 50 feet tall . . .
I can imagine myself taking over the city; the graceful click my stiletto heels once made now booming through the streets as I bend down, glancing into skyscrapers to see what all the little people are doing in their lives. Once a short but leggy woman, those stems would now seem to stretch up for miles, my perfect but modest breasts now turned mountains, my chandelier earrings now like swings in a playground for tiny men and my high heeled shoes like giant slides. If you please me, it’s entirely possible that we could spend our time together as lovers as I have you explore my body, climbing over vast terrains of creamy, taught flesh. I’d have to teach you to please a woman in all sorts of new ways; everything is so much bigger now! I could turn your entire, tiny little body into my personal sex toy!
Oh, don’t worry, I’d be gentle. I’d never harm a helpless, tiny man . . . without good reason, that is. Should you displease me, you may find yourself in quite a bit of trouble. My anger could destroy the city, and I know you wouldn’t want to be the cause of so much destruction, would you? As for your punishment, I could chase you for miles, just by walking at a slow pace, my beautiful laughter echoing all the while along with my threats to stomp you like a bug. I may drop you in one of my boots and leave you in the darkness while you tire yourself trying and failing to climb out. Or, if you’re very naughty, I might just pop you in my mouth, toying with you with my tongue while you wonder if I’ll finally spit you out . . . or not.
Two things here are for certain: one, I believe I am going to truly enjoy adding giantess fantasies to my repertoire, and two, with the immense amount of creativity phone sex offers, the phone is the perfect place for this fetish! I love it already!
Have you ever had a giantess/shrinking fantasy? I’d love to hear about your thoughts and experiences! Until then, I wish you a wonderful day <3
XOXO- Marilyn
By Marilyn, on November 23rd, 2011
Happy (early) Turkey Day! For some people, Thanksgiving entails family get-togethers, lots of food, popped buttons on pants and of course, enough inebriation to ignore the screaming and crashing when a relative drops a cherished crystal dish. Not that I don’t love all these things of course, but once upon a time I did . . . → Read More: A Proper Thanksgiving Dinner
By Marilyn, on November 10th, 2011
Here it is – a peek into the daily life of regular ol’ Marilyn, and what’s been on my mind as of late.
It’s been a very ironic couple of days. Here in Chicago, the weather’s gotten much colder, and very gloomy. I’ve never been a fan of the type of sunshine that sears . . . → Read More: Life is Good
By Marilyn, on November 2nd, 2011
Happy anniversary to me! Today marks one month that I’ve been with LDW, and it has truly been one of the best months of my life. To celebrate, I’ve decided to do a little “facts about me” list for your reading pleasure. Without further ado . . .
* My favorite books are: Story of . . . → Read More: One Month with LDW!
By Marilyn, on October 30th, 2011
Tis’ the season of spooky Halloween fun, and we all know the ladies of LDW are going to have one hell of a good time this year! I, for one, am super excited about the Rocky Horror themed Halloween Party, which will take place today between 6pm and 12am EST in our chatroom and . . . → Read More: Happy Halloween!
By Marilyn, on October 28th, 2011
The Cruel Mistress
Hehehe. Looking at me, you’d never be able to tell that such a sweet, pretty face belongs to a woman with a mind full of dark, devious secrets. I must admit that my innocent appearance and 5’1 height ironically drives my dominant streak. I love shock value, I love the unexpected, . . . → Read More: The Cruel Mistress
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