FemDom Pamela spotted at Waikiki!

Hello to all my sissies and strokers. Miss me yet?

For my 25th birthday, my favorite boy got me a few things off my Wish List, including a mini-vacation in Hawaii. Five days of beach and sun and warmth. Mmmm.

I spent part of today on horseback at Kualoa Ranch, enjoying the incredible scenery and rocking in the saddle. I’ve been riding since I was 5 or 6 years old, and I’ve always found sitting astride a very sensual experience. There is something about the way my hips roll and my upper body sways that creates an erotic, rhythmic pressure against my inner thighs and perineum. It is simultaneously soothing and arousing, this rocking motion.

We rode Western style, my boy and I, as that was the only saddle offered, but I wore my hunt seat jodhpurs and paddock boots (low boots — the knee boots take up too much room in a carry-on case) with a silk Hawaiian shirt and black denim jacket. And of course, I had my crop–which I only used on my boy–the horse was very staid.  My boy rode very well considering the pretty stripes I left on his backside and upper thighs last night (he neglected to polish my boots before he packed them), but he sat his horse without complaint. As a reward I rubbed him down with sweet almond oil when we got back to the hotel, then took advantage of him in his prone state. (Not to mention prostate What do you expect? He had an oiled backside!)

I just got in from an hour at the beach.  The water is glorious and the sun is almost overwhelming after so many months of dismal winter weather. It appears that we’ve caught the tail-end of Spring Break here, and I noticed a fair number of gawking males who really need some training in self-control. Yes, I know I look hot in the purple bikini I ordered from Victoria’s Secret, but that doesn’t give anyone permission to make rude noises, gestures, or comments. Women are to be respected, not discussed like dishes on a buffet. Some of them were quite fortunate I did not have my crop with me, but as it is, I did stare a few down when I overheard them being particularly disrespectful. One of them even gave a hint of a bow.  A good boy that one.  He has potential.

Tonight we are going to a luau. I am wearing my leather halter bustier and a pair of khaki shorts. My boy will carry my shawl for me in the event I get cold and need to wrap up. I am considering bringing my riding crop and strap-on in the event I need to discipline any drunken college boys. Past experience has shown that inebriated men can make the mistake of thinking that just because I’m small in stature (just over 5 feet) I’m an easy target.  Sober, they know better. They can feel it–I inherited my father’s military command presence. But drunk, well, heh, lets just say it is a good idea my boy will be with me. He’ll protect them from me   Otherwise, can you imagine the headlines?  “FemDom at luau turns drunken fratboys into cocksucking sissies!” Wheeee!

This will be my only post from Hawaii. I left my laptop at home, and blogging via iPhone, while possible, is extremely time-consuming.

I’ll be available for sessions Tuesday morning at the latest, perhaps even Monday night if I’m still on Hawaiian time.

Empress Pamela
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