Three words commonly associated with a dominant Mistress.

Which am I? I am measures of all three but not equally so. I lean very heavily toward sensual domination.  I prefer to control people with pleasure, to slip into their minds and lead them down the garden path. My versatility and intuitiveness means that I [...]]]> SENSUAL. STERN. SADISTIC.

Three words commonly associated with a dominant Mistress.

Which am I? I am measures of all three but not equally so. I lean very heavily toward sensual domination.  I prefer to control people with pleasure, to slip into their minds and lead them down the garden path. My versatility and intuitiveness means that I can run with almost any scenario, kink or fetish–except hardcore humiliation. I know there are people who really get off on being demeaned and they’ve begged me to let them have it, but I distinguish between being a Bitch and being a Dominant.  If I get off on belittling people, what does that say about me? In my book, it smacks of some deep-set insecurity–making myself feel powerful at someone else’s expense–and that just isn’t me. I know who I am, I know how make people submit–both to me and to their innermost desires. I’m a Dominant who isn’t domineering.

I recently had a conversation with a client about the spider and the fly being an analogy for Female Dominance, and how widely our perspectives vary. He sees FemDoms as spiders who spin webs to trap submissives, who helplessly pull at the strands of the web only to entangle themselves more.  I laughed when he told me that.  I told him my perspective is: I find a nice quite corner to spin my work of art in, and he bumbles into it, tearing it up with his struggles.  If he stopped fighting the trap and thought, he’d probably find a way out, but all his silly flailing about attracts the spider’s attentions — and there are consequences for that, oh yes.

SENSUAL. STERN. SADISTIC. I am all these things, and more. Complex, composed, nuanced. If you are looking for phone sex domination that is multi-dimensional and meets your needs on many levels, give me a call

Hopefully I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

The Secret Life of John and Sara is based on a true story. I’ve fictionalized it to protect the identities of my friends John and Sara, whose ‘secret life’ is secret for a very good reason. John is a Silicon Valley CEO, [...]]]>

This is Part Seventeen of The Secret Life of John and Sara, started here.

The Secret Life of John and Sara is based on a true story. I’ve fictionalized it to protect the identities of my friends John and Sara, whose ‘secret life’ is secret for a very good reason. John is a Silicon Valley CEO, a sissy and a cuckold, and Sara is a 40-something nymphomaniac Nurse Administrator. Here is their story:

Of course, John found the sight of his wife sucking my strap-on very arousing — even if he had just cum. And seeing as it had been six months since he’d last fucked his wife, I wasn’t surprised to see him moving in on her bare ass, his dick sticking out from his pretty panties. When he grabbed hold of her ass, Sara reared up off my strap-on an back-handed him. John showed admirable restraint in not hitting her back, seeing as he could have done a fair amount of damage. But it didn’t stop me from slapping her.

I grabbed her by the hair on the top of her head and asked her if there was a problem. She replied that she didn’t want her sissy faggot husband near her. I gave her a long look. She was a feisty one, that Sara, and I was relishing the challenge she presented, particularly the challenge of renewing her husband as a sexual object in her eyes.

I glanced at John.

“Pick her up and follow me, would you?”

John scooped Sara up in a fireman’s carry and followed me down the hall to the bedroom I’d picked out. She didn’t fight him, but she didn’t cooperate either.  She resisted silently, stubbornly, with an expression of childish petulance on her face.  I was looking forward to wiping that expression off her face.

Instead of setting her down on the floor, I had him stand her on the bed. I spread her legs and tied her ankles to the posts at the foot, and then bound her wrists to the joint between the posts and the canopy, so that her figure formed an X in the frame. I pulled a custom-made ginger ointment from one of my bags and dabbed a bit on each of her nipples and her clit.

And then I took the hand of her lingerie-clad husband and lead him to the bed…

To be continued…

The Secret Life of John and Sara is based on a true story. I’ve fictionalized it to protect the identities of my friends John and Sara, whose ‘secret life’ is secret for a very good reason. John is a Silicon Valley CEO, [...]]]>

This is Part Sixteen of The Secret Life of John and Sara, started here.

The Secret Life of John and Sara is based on a true story. I’ve fictionalized it to protect the identities of my friends John and Sara, whose ‘secret life’ is secret for a very good reason. John is a Silicon Valley CEO, a sissy and a cuckold, and Sara is a 40-something nymphomaniac Nurse Administrator. Here is their story:

I gave Sara’s ass a good smack, then pushed her away from me.
I walked over to a nearby chair, making sure my strap-on wagged obscenely, and sat. I watched her right herself, wiping her husband’s cum off her mouth with the back of her hand. Her lips were a bit puffy and swollen and her hair was a mess — she looked well-used and her eyes, oh her eyes smoldered with need. I could smell her arousal from where I sat.

“Strip,” I said to her.

“What?!” She looked incredulous.

“I said strip. All of it. I want you naked and kneeling at my feet within one minute, or” I hardened my voice and slapped my paddle lightly against  my calf, “there will be consequences.”

She looked at me, frozen in astonishment, so I started counting. When I reached five, she began stripping. By the time I reached forty, her lush body was completely naked. I watched as she peeled her panties away from her cunt. They were positively soaked.

“Good girl,” I said approvingly, “Now… get on your knees here in front of me.”

Sara dropped to her knees and crawled toward me. When she came within reach, I grabbed her by the back of the head with one hand, and pointed my strap-on at her with the other.

“Suck my cock, slut!”

Sara looked from my face to my strap-on and back up to my face. A sensual blur was beginning to creep up over her, I could tell. I leaned forward and kissed her, hard at first, and then softly. When I broke the kiss, I kept my face near hers.

“Come, little Sara, my sweet little cocksucker, this is what you want. You want to kneel to me, you want to worship me, and be subjugated by me.” I half-whispered to her.

Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned.

“I’m going to take you, Sara, take you and make you mine, you and your husband, both, and you’re not going to do anything to stop me.”

And with that, I guided her toward my strap-on, which she took greedily into her mouth and started sucking with abandon.

To be continued…

Q1: What type of Mistress are you? A1: I am sensual, playful, firm, and occasionally cruel. I tend to ask nicely and carry a big strap-on dick.

Q2: What is your schedule? A2: I post my schedule on my blog and I use Twitter to broadcast my daily availability, moods, and interests. For [...]]]> Mistress Pamela answers 10 recurring questions

Q1: What type of Mistress are you?
A1: I am sensual, playful, firm, and occasionally cruel. I tend to ask nicely and carry a big strap-on dick.

Q2: What is your schedule?
A2: I post my schedule on my blog and I use Twitter to broadcast my daily availability, moods, and interests. For my regular clients, I also take calls when I’m not publicly available.

Q3: What are your measurements?
A3: I’m 5’2″. I weigh about 105#. I’m 32C, 22 waist, 34 hips. I am told my bottom is an ass-worshiper’s wet dream. My looks and my taste in clothing were influenced by my maternal grandmother, who was Parisienne (a French woman from Paris) .

Q4: What are your limits?
A4: I don’t do scat, diapers or other potty play; under-age play; or hard-core humiliation.

Q5: What is your favorite form of Domination?
A5: I love to tie boys up, tease them, and threaten them with my strap-on. I enjoy watching guys on cam and telling them how to stroke for me. I love to fuck boys in drag. I really enjoy strap-on play — there is something about being fucked like a woman that really opens men up, and I like being a part of that. And a big favorite is couples domination.

Q6: What is couples domination?
A6: Playing with a couple, usually married, and dominating one or both of them. It can be very, very hot, and can play into cuckold fantasies, especially if I bring a Bull in to play.

Q7: Do you write the stuff on your blog yourself?
A7: Absolutely!  I love to write and I want clients and potential clients to have a good sense of who I am, not just as a phone-sex Mistress, but as a person.  It makes it easier to establish trust, I think, which is necessary for convincing and satisfying Dominance/submission sessions.

Q8: What do you do for fun?
A8: Phone sex! Really. It’s great fun. I also dance–I do bellydancing and bhangra dancing; I visit the local Dungeon a couple of times a month; I read–I usually have a few books going at a time; I ride (men, horses, and motorcycles); I travel–I’ve been to Hawaii, Japan, Las Vegas, Boston, Key West, Yosemite, and Napa in the past year; and so many other things, from painting and writing to paragliding and hiking the nature trails along the Pacific coast.

Q9: How did you get your start as a phone sex Mistress?
A9: Well, I’ve been aware of my power over males since I was a teenager. It is amazing how willing a man is to do the most humiliating things for my time and attention. And I realized the same thing about girls when I was in college. I’ve never been turned down by anyone — male or female — that I’ve wanted to be mine. When I left grad school, I sort of fell into being a ProDom for a couple of years. But then I recently moved back closer to my family — which is why I’m a phone-sex FemDom instead of a ProDom now.

Q10: You say you are a lifestyle dominant — do you have slaves, and if you do, what do they do for you?
A10: I am a dominant woman living with a dominant man–a woman like me can only really be happy with a man who matches her in every way. We both have extensive experience in the BDSM scene. That said, we neither of us has slaves–we find them too much work. However, we do have our submissive playthings, both together and separately. I have subs that do much of the house cleaning in their french maid uniforms and a couple of footboys who give me pedicures. I also have a wonderful couple who prepare sushi for us–she regularly acts as the platter for special events we hold at our house–and I often take a room at the local Dungeon and spend a few hours tormenting them. Until recently, I had a live-in domestic submissive, but I found her a worthy Master and sent her on her way.

(I’ll add more as I notice other recurring questions)

The Secret Life of John and Sara is based on a true story. I’ve fictionalized it to protect the identities of my friends John and Sara, whose ‘secret life’ is secret for a very good reason. John is a Silicon Valley CEO, [...]]]>

This is Part Six of The Secret Life of John and Sara, started here.

The Secret Life of John and Sara is based on a true story. I’ve fictionalized it to protect the identities of my friends John and Sara, whose ‘secret life’ is secret for a very good reason. John is a Silicon Valley CEO, a sissy and a cuckold, and Sara is a 40-something nymphomaniac Nurse Administrator. Here is their story:

Ashamed and at wits end, John said he asked Sara if she wanted a divorce.

She’d said no, she didn’t want a divorce, but that things needed to change. She said she understood that he wasn’t capable of sex but that he needed to understand that she needed it, needed a real cock, not a machine. So, until such time as he could perform his marital duties, she would continue cuckolding him, and he’d continue as her sissy-bitch-in-training.

John was shocked both by her viciousness and his own arousal. He told Sara that he wanted a divorce then, and she’d said fine, California was a community property State so she’d take half of everything -and- she’d ruin him by exposing him as a cross-dressing deviant. And if he didn’t want to be exposed, he could buy her off with the other half. Or, they could stay married.

So they’d stayed married the past 6 months. Sara had her affairs, only she didn’t bring them home. John knew he was being cuckolded, and Sara seemed to take great delight in describing her encounters in excruciating detail. She demanded that John wear women’s clothes at home and do all the housework. He even took care of her grooming and helped her dress in the morning.

Then, when the sale of the company went through last month and his libido bounced back up, Sara put John in chastity, denying him access to his own dick.

When he told me that, John started shaking.  He said that when he asked Sara when they could resume their normal life again, she said she’d remove the lock from his cock when he did one of two things: sucked one of her lover’s cocks,
or come out as a cross-dresser to a friend while in drag.

So he’d chosen me to be the one, hoping to make it look like an accident. Only I hadn’t fallen for it.

He looked at me with large, pleading eyes.  I was having trouble reconciling the manly ex-marine I knew with the Bettie Page meets June Cleaver look he had going on.  And I was wondering what on earth Sara was up to. On one level it seemed to work for John, but on another it didn’t. Some guys get off on being cuckolded, but I wasn’t sure he was into that level of humiliation. I needed to talk to Sara.

To be continued tomorrow…

Hello from the High Sierras. I’m at 7600 feet right now, rocking on a boat. Its in the high 70′s for temperature, and the wind is just 5 to 10 mph.  The lake has been like glass. We’ve caught a whole string of trout, which will make one [...]]]>

Empress Pamela has brown legs and feet

Hello from the High Sierras. I’m at 7600 feet right now, rocking on a boat. Its in the high 70′s for temperature, and the wind is just 5 to 10 mph.  The lake has been like glass. We’ve caught a whole string of trout, which will make one of my sisters happy — the only meat she eats is fish. I got a bit of a sunburn the other day but the pinkness is fading and I’m actually getting a bit of a tan. All I need is an attentive boy around to rub my sunscreen on and bring me cool drinks. I’d really love it if he had a foot fetish, because boys with foot fetishes are so very attentive and love the things I do to them with my feet as a reward for good foot and leg rubs. I also wish for a good masseuse to just stand there and rub sunscreen and oil into my skin all day. I could really handle that.  And then a sous chef that specializes in appetizers and other cool niblets.  I’d settle for a shaved ice though.  I really want a shaved ice made with watermelon.

Ah well, no subs for me. Yt’s a family-only vacation per Major Daddy, and the only one who argues with the Major is me

I anticipate being available to talk to my strokers, cuckolds, sissies, panty-boys, and strap-on sluts on Thursday. Again, make sure you’re ready for me when you call. Lube and toys, boys and gurls. Lube and toys. Talk to you soon!