Always good to check in with your delightful pansies

..So glad to keep you sissies on your grandes jetes - if only upon learning to touch your toes, you could at least have the decency to slide into service!

Poignant quote

If I were that cigarette in your mouth, I would die of happiness.

I've been bad

And I probably even deserve a spanking. Haha, that is something I would simply never allow so I guess I'll have to censure myself. I have been completely incommunicado. In short, callously unresponsive and uninterested. Oh well, my whims take me here and there and this hiatus is no exception. I'm back - and happily so!

I have been plotting my return for the last few days. Watching the French film Maitresse inspired me to finally lift the mantle of self-imposed silence.

Have Harness, Will Travel - Part One

I had a late night moment of inspiration. This story is a work in progress - hope you'll enjoy it so far. It's really just a snippet. I'll update soon with another installment.

Have Harness, Will Travel

Buckling my supple leather harness across my right hip is such a sensual act – the sound of the metal buckle clanking, the subtle snap of leather, the pressure of the suction end of the dildo against my crotch. I love the irony of the pink ruffles that adorn the fringe. A potent mixture of fear, anticipation and titillation flashes in my submissive’s eyes as he surreptitiously spies my sizeable appendage despite his bowed head and floor-anchored gaze.

I reach down toward my kneeling pet and tug the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting his head back, exposing this jugular, and more importantly, his quivering lips. I nudge the tip of my seven-incher toward his face. He closes his eyes as I teasingly rub my bulbous rubber wand across one cheek and then the other, grazing his lips in a tactile figure eight.

I shove the head into his waiting mouth and meet with feigned resistance. I thrust deeper as he struggles for air and softly whimpers. All pretense evaporates as he begins to suck in earnest, rhythmically even. His body sways, his hands are cuffed behind his back.

There's No Place Like Home

As a few of you have noted, I never mentioned my latest trip to New England. I relied on my advertisements to get the word out. Sadly, I have neglected my blog for several weeks and that led to some of you missing out on my last visit. Mea culpa.

I'll keep my travel schedule up to date here religiously.

Having said that, I must add that I am incredibly happy to be home in San Francisco. This town is a glimmering gem - undulating with Victorian beauty and buzzing with bohemian charm.

I have been away for far too long! Hoping to enjoy this gorgeous season here in my home base as much as possible...however there is another trip to New England on the horizon. Again, my blog entries will reflect any upcoming travel plans.

-Mistress Felina

Back in Beautiful San Francisco

My Boston and Rhode Island adventure was a lot of fun. I particularly enjoyed sessioning at the Laughing Mistress Salon. Details of especially intense encounters will follow soon.

I'm back home in San Francisco, enjoying the sunshine and looking forward to booking new appointments at my gorgeously appointed dungeon.

Please inquire at mistressfelina@gmail.com

New Shoes

I bought the most precious pair of black patent leather pumps today. Click clock down the sidewalk they go. They have excellent trampling and cbt potential, but for tonight, they make their debut at a posh Boston restaurant. There's something about the gleam of patent leather that inspires confidence. It also reminds me of those little maryjanes I ritually wore to church as a little girl - set off by frilly white lace socks, of course. I think I'll skip the socks this time around.