At dusk, I bathe Myself

from head to toe in liquid latex.

The cool liquid clinging

like a glove against My recalescent skin.

Only visible, are My eyes,

ablaze, from the fire that burns within.

I gather my bag and fill it

with secret novelties to restrict and silence you,

I’ve studied your entire cave,

inside, outside, every nook and cranny.

In quiet sleek movements

I tread lightly on My padded paws,

lynx like, down the paved streets, towards you.

I’ve told you of My aphotic fantasy,

you wonder if this is the foretold night.

However, in your uneasy sleep,

you do not hear

the strong and agile Hunter

make her way towards you.

you have something I want

its no secret that I will have My way.

In silence, I edge so close, that

I’m almost inside of you.

With one swift movement

I bind your hands behind you.

your protests useless,

as my hand covers your mouth,

then tape, wrapped several times,

stops your nonsense.

Before  you can blink,

My hands around your neck,

I force My breath into you,

until My breath is yours.

This Burglaratix is going to take

what she came for now.

Lie perfectly still my sweet,

many can only fantasize of such dark



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I met cicero, with plenty of bags full of toys for his kidnapping scene. His nervousness was apparent, as he came to help Me with My bags. Being fairly new to the world of S/M, he was getting quite the education from Me. I discussed a more “lengthy and “edgy” scene than the mere two hours that we generally spend together playing. He agreed, although, he didn’t know that he was agreeing to being kidnapped. And for obvious reasons I had no plans on telling him.

A day prior to the scene, I met with him and gave him a white bag with a pair of frilly white panties, with two tiny crimson colored bows on either side of them. I instructed him to wear them for our session. After my bags were placed in the room, I had him pull his pants and underwear down so I could fit him with a metal chastity device, that looked like a piece of Roman Armour. Never having worn a chastity device, this was new to him.

His various attempts to control what was going to happen to him was quickly stopped by Me. I sensed his need to control because much of his life was about being in charge. He and others like him, seek out  professional Dominatrixes to balance the unbalanced in their lives. Hence, why after several months of seeing him, it was time to have him Really loose control by taking him outside of the dungeon setting without him knowing what I was going to do.

To start the role play, I feigned disappointment at not having brought enough toys for our little adventure, and told him we had to go to the dungeon so I could pick up the missing items. In the car he tried at small talk. I shut his attempt at control down (again) by demanding his silence and turning up the music really loud.

At the dungeon, I instructed him on his knees, facing away from Me. From my closet I pulled out a pair of handcuffs and quickly placed them on his wrists. Next I placed a black cotton hood, with cut outs where his nose and mouth are, over his head. I then explained to him that I was upset at him stealing both my panties and my money, as I pulled the white envelope full of money out of his back pocket (where I told him earlier to keep it). At the start of his protests, I firmly placed a gag in his mouth that turned his words of protests into muffled sounds against the round ball in his mouth. As I continued with my verbal  assault against him and expressing various ways in which I could punish him for his transgressions, he began to understood that we were headed towards role play…were we ever.

When he heard a male voice in the room, I felt his mind scrambling to put this part of the puzzle together.  A week prior to the session I asked Master Kevin to assist Me with the first part of the kidnapping scene. I was happy when he agreed because his presence would add another dimension to the scene. Our conversation about cicero, while he was cuffed, blindfolded and gagged, consisted of Me cutting cicero up and tossing him into the bay, to Master Kevin and friends having their way with him, and turning him into a little bitch. It was decided that whatever happened, we were going to take him for a little ride. Master Kevin being of considerable size and muscle, forced cicero off of his knees and we led him to MK’s hatchback. With one swift move, MK tossed him in the back of the SUV. I covered cicero with a blanket and sat next to him, gripping tightly on a leash that I attached to his collar.


The thrill of driving him around, talking about what we were going to do to him, as well as other topics besides him, was both humorous and fun. We continued our little ride for twenty more minutes while cicero tossed from side to side. Since cicero,  was quite the orator, it was nice to have him silenced and unsure of what was to transpire.

Under the guise that we were going to put him in another car to take him beyond the gates of MK’s home, to the basement, where We finally decided that he would face all types of depravities, We drove back to My car and MK, tossed him in the backseat of My car. MK and I parted ways and I drove the muted and clueless cicero back to his place. By the time I clued him in on his whereabouts I  released him of all his captive restraints, (I didn’t want to draw attention from the people outside) and we made our way inside.

Because the kidnapping experience was not only a endorphin rush  but also a psychological, and emotional rush, I decided it was time to regroup and go out to eat. And although, I did not allow cicero to drive nor order our meal, I did allow him to speak freely about his kidnapping experience. It was interesting to listen to his thoughts, which I have encouraged him to write about.

Back  to his place, cicero, knew it was time to prepare for his naming ceremony. With the realization that I was going to carve the initials cMs (cicero My slave) into the meaty part of his calf with the tip of a very sharp knife, he was bracing himself for the perceived pain that it might cause him.

Naked, except for his chastity device, and panties, I tied his wrists to the metal posts on the night lights by the bed and his ankles to the bed frame legs below. I take delight in finding different places to tie a slave to, when I am outside of the dungeon setting. It takes creativity and thought to find those places sometimes.

As I cleaned my instrument and the space on his thigh for etching, and placed a towel underneath his calf, for dripping blood I instructed the distressed cicero to brace himself; adding to his fear. I got a chuckle out of this because I had no intent on cutting him deep enough to draw any blood. I found some classical music on Pandora and started on My slave’s new name.

His deep breathing was audible as I started carving away. Something came over Me as I started carving and instead of sticking to the agreed upon initials, cMs, the letter s. and the name cicero came out. The only plausible explanation I have for this is that I went far into Dom space and forgot the limits of My professional title. As a professional I am bound by a certain code of ethics, like not marking or leaving visible signs of our session because a large percentage of  My clients are married.  I follow this code, ninety nine percent of the time. However, I am only human (at times) and I live to create, and true creativity has no bounds, it needs to live outside of restrictions to thrive. With that being said, I etched the first couple of layers of his skin off with each letter using the tip of the knife and took up more space on his calf then intended.


After releasing cicero from his ropes, we both peered at his new marking on his calf in wonderment. He admitted that his angst was more psychological than physical. With Me not cutting deep enough to draw blood there was only minor involuntary twitching of his leg, at times and all types of harrowing thoughts rummaging through his mind.

I planned it that way. However, as I mentioned above what I didn’t plan was the non discreet size of his slave name on his skin. We would have to figure out what to do about that soon. But not on this night, we were both tired and cicero was on “subspace overload”. and he needed time to decompress. And I needed sleep. I had been planning this “episode” for over a week now and I was tired both physically and mentally. I made sure to take the next day off and do nothing.

Glad I did because “Top Drop” came knocking on My door and I pampered myself and took it easy for the next twenty four hours to regain My balance.

cicero and I have moved to another phase in our D/s relationship.


Posted: June 11, 2015 in Poetry



Taps on the glass asked,
Wouldn’t I like to be one with the rain.
So I slip,
A naked newborn to the grass,
Nowhere to be.


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My slave, cicero, with whom I’ve been sessioning with, for six months now, seems to be unnerved by our upcoming extended session on Saturday.

I delight in the fact that his is on pins and needles. And I understand his thought pattern. I have told him very little about the session, except that it will be edgy at times and it will be a lesson in trusting your Mistress.

He has told me a few times that he trusts Me.

Saturday, will test his trust.

he will read this and his thoughts will race (har, har).

Remember to take a couple of deep breathes, there is a safety net.

I did share a tidbit -there would be a naming ceremony and he suggested dinner.

There will be a light dinner to  recharge and calm.

It”s time to take our session up a notch or two.

Sleep well, cicero, you will need it!

Gute Nacht!

Fairy Like Butterfly

The dark power of Me in your space, will unnerve you

you sense, as I capture you with My predacious amber colored eyes,

that there is no escape.

One leap of My strong, silken mass, will unhinge a fear in you.

victimized, you sit perfectly still.

your fear scent arouses this feral cat.

but before I bludgeon you with one stroke of My clawed paws,

and carry your carcass up a tree to feast on you in peace,

I change Myself into a tiny white butterfly, and flutter about

your shaken, and near bloody body, bringing a lightness

to your anguished soul, and life to your almost dead eyes.

For your sake, I hope that you don’t think to capture Me

and attempt to put Me in a exhibit box.

My body inhabits any animal, that is necessary for

My survival.

I will not hesitate.


Sometimes I am under pressure to perform a scene with a slave, quicker than anticipated.

Today was such a day, My slave texted Me from work and said he would be ten minutes late but that he had to leave on time anyway. The elaborate bondage scene I had planned for him was going to have to be scaled down to a minimum and the alone time he needed to decompress was also going to have to be cut down by five minutes.

What can I say, it happens. My slave had last minute pressures at work to contend with and a home life to get to, once our escape from reality was over. They don’t call it work for nothing. I was already in a space of frustration dealing with a client, earlier, who, seems to not be able to stop writing Me but can’t follow through with his desires most of the time. There was some monetary compensation for My aggravation. But come on, I’m a Domme, I live to create, to be in the moment in  sessions pushing buttons and inflicting torments.

As it turned out, I was able to do what was needed for forty five minutes with My slave. I quickly and efficiently put him in rope bondage, and was even able to get a little fancy with a new the wrist  bondage technique I learned. And although, I didn’t have much time to really delve in to deeply (no pun intended)  a few minutes of calm and quick thinking produced the escape from the every day, the experience of a new humiliation for My slave, and the ending that I wanted.

In that moment, standing over his hooded, bound, waxed, and wet exterior, as he echoed through his latex hood,

“Mistress may I?”

All felt centered again, as My wicked laughter filled the room.


I’ve being seeing a new submissive since January. He is in the educational field and is very intellectually gifted. Through our many conversations I found out that he has written a few books and does public speaking, in the classroom and other public venues. I not only enjoy tormenting him in session but I also enjoy our varied topics of conversation. As the months have gone by, I have told him that if we continue to session than he will become my slave, and I will have to give him a name.

We have enjoyed many sessions since January, so giving him a slave name has been on my mind for about a month now. Generally speaking, I am able to name My slaves on the spot. Usually during session I am creatively inspired and I will come up with a suitable name.

However, in the case of My new submissive, I was not able to come up with a name, as quickly. I like the sound of Roman names, and decided I wanted to name My newbie after a Roman philosopher, educator or perhaps someone in the Senate. I googled names that I liked but came up blank in finding one suitable for him. Then a couple of days later, I came across the name Cicero. He was a famous Roman philosopher, politician, orator, lawyer, political theorist, consul and constitutionalist. Amongst the many things that he was known for, his influence on European and Latin language exceeded that of any other prose writer in any language.

In our last session a few days ago, it was clear to Me that the name cicero was a fit.

Next is the slave naming ceremony. I told cicero that I would require a small section of his skin to etch in his new initials, “cMs” (cicero, My slave).

he gulped!

Trust thy Mistress, cicero.


Posted: May 5, 2015 in My Journal
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I have a client who sculpts. He asked Me if I would pose for a Sculpture that he wanted to do. He sent Me the photo below, titled “Plowshare” and told Me, he wanted to replace the male for a female and use my body as the model.

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After, I saw the photo, I had to admit I was flattered, due to  the overall, strength & beauty of the sculpture. And him wanting My female form to represent that, I was in!

As he continues to work on the piece, he sends Me updates. I love watching his creative process unfold the beautiful image. The creative process is a wondrous endeavor. I’m a big fan!


I am looking forward to the finished sculpture!

I feel very bohemian today. I suppose I am bohemian, in spirit always, however, I am acutely aware of it on this day. The creative ways I conduct My sessions, my thought process, and my need to express Myself in (mostly) non conformist ways, largely spell this out for Me.

I was born into a creative spot and My life has followed suit every since. The arts, as wide and vast as they are, are alive in Me. In Me, the writer writes, the actors perform, the musicians creates magical sounds, the painter colors a blank canvas, the dancer moves me into this thing called life.

When I move through a session, with those that come to see Me, that scared space becomes an artistic landscape, upon which I produce a scene for a period of time. Most of the time, it comes to an end to quickly because as we all know, fun times seem to race by.

The art of Domination, is unique, individualistic, intelligently and creatively crafted. Intelligence is needed to understand the art and humor of D/s, and creativity is needed (in large part by the Dom) to shape a successful session!

The dark side of being creative, does not escape Me. What I know is the darkness exists because, not everyone has the courage to allow their creative side to flourish. Therefore, negative branding, jealously and judgment casts a false light on the enlightened.

Once enlightened, one cannot become unlighted.


Wonderful Memories:

United Airlines–in Chicago??

Miss, do you need a ride?

The Goddess final arrives—and those tight jeans

What no stockings? SIL to the rescue-

A truly terrible breakfast in the room

Bouley and the fabulous leg photo


The magnificent nectar and adoration

Carnegie Deli

Collar ceremony–I feel so honored and proud

More adoration and an A-

Italian restaurant and seating problem—-19 phone calls

The Lion King

Rickshaw ride


Russian Tea Room

Rockefeller Center

Horse/carriage ride thru Central Park

Constant adoration and those spectacular shoes

Kissing the silver shoes and sleeping with them

Silver shoes on night stand

Oh, please do not take off the stockings!!

Laffite Rothschild

Monday is a sad day because it means farewell; but, perhaps, one last kiss of those
wonderful silver toes

Eight weeks til San Diego

I quite simply, unequivocally adore you!