All Hail the Amazing LDW Dispatchers!

I wanted to take a moment to pay tribute to the lovely ladies of dispatch.

Tanya…Kim…Tori…Alison…Mary…Jennifer…Emily…Dallas…Marie…Melissa…Paula

Without them, none of us on LDW or the Enchantrix Empire would be able to connect with each other to dispatchscratch our kinky itch.

I have gotten to know the women who answer the phones. who help submissives find just the right Mistress for their needs and route the calls. They are all amazing.

I’ll be honest, nothing pleases me more than when a dispatcher tells me that one of my submissives has been polite and courteous to them. They deserve it. First, they have a demanding  job and they always bend over backwards to help you boys get to your Mistresses so we can all have fun.

Second, they are as much a part of the LDW world as the Mistresses. They are all lovely women who deserve nothing but absolute respect and courtesy.

But I am sure all you little submissives reading this know that.

It doesn’t matter how nervous a caller is, they are always friendly and ready to help.

Remember, they aren’t Mistresses, but they are willing to help you find the right dominant Woman. All you have to do is describe what you are looking for (just make sure you explain your kink respectfully!) and they will make the right connection for you.

They are truly awe inspiring in the way they go about their jobs. Many of them even take the time to interact with everyone on our social networking site, Enchantrix Empire!

So, strokers, sluts, and pets, if you have a particularly good experience (and aren’t they all?) why don’t you take a moment to show your appreciation to these amazing ladies?


 

The Thrill of Pet Play

There are so many aspects to D/s play.

On your knees boy...it's time to be Ms. Sierra's pet!

On your knees boy…it’s time to be Ms. Sierra’s pet!

Even with my vast experience, I have barely scratched the surface off all the delicious, decadent possibilities.

Being a phone Mistress has made me appreciate some fetishes and kinks I had never thought much about. For instance, if you read my blog regularly you know I have come to relish the power of keeping a man in chastity, either mental or with the help of a device.

And then there’s pet play. I had seen human puppies, horse and kitties, but I had never owned such a pet. Never, that is, until I found a lost stray who thought he was a sissy.

But it didn’t take me long to realize his true nature. He was a puppy. I am sure many of you have guessed by now that I am speaking of my adorable Little Pet.

I thought it might be fun if my favorite pup and his Owner shared our thoughts about what makes this kind of play so exciting for both of us.

What’s in it for the pet?

As Mistress Sierra said, I had thought of myself as a sissy for many years. All of my fantasies were about humiliation and they grew more harsh as the years went by. Cuckolding, coerced cock sucking and being turned into a maid by a spouse were recurrent themes. All of the usual suspects.

And that’s where I was when I met Mistress Sierra. I’ll be honest, I had seen articles and photos of pet play on the internet and was never particularly attracted to the idea as more than a passing thought.

But what I have found is that being Mistress Sierra’s pet affords me the perfect blend of humiliation and safety.

No matter how much my Owner teases me or humiliates me by having me act like a puppy, I know that at the heart of it she loves her pet. Who doesn’t love a puppy, even when he’s naughty?

I can’t claim to understand how Mistress Sierra knew that pet play would click for both of us, but somehow she did.

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In my next blog post, I will share my thoughts and experiences with pet play…so stay tuned! ~Ms. Sierra


 

Steamy Nights and Tiny Throbbing Cocks

I realized that I have been neglecting a very special group of men lately.

Would you like to hear about my date?

Would you like to hear about my date?

It’s been a couple months since we discussed your, ahem, shortcomings and just how you could find a place in my life as a handyman, helping me dress or even as a confidant.

After I get home late (okay, early in the morning) from a hot date, I love having a man like you waiting to hear all the steamy details.

Can’t you just imagine it?

You’d jump the second you hear my key in the lock. You might have tried to get some sleep, but your mind was wondering what I was up to. The idea of touching your tiny dick would have you almost hyperventilating, but you know that’s not allowed without my permission. You did remember that, didn’t you?

But now you won’t have to wonder any longer.

Your Mistress is home. Your ears will soon be filled with my sweet voice recounting the tall, handsome man who rocked my world.

Doesn’t that make your pin dick grow? When you stroke it can you even feel it? That woman who let you inside her pussy didn’t feel a thing, did she?

Awwww, don’t cry.

Don’t you see how special you are, despite the fact your penis is, well, useless? Do you think I share all the details of my conquests with real men? Only dickless wonders are so lucky. I know you won’t get jealous. We both know a sexy woman like me would never let that drippy little cock anywhere near her.

We both know how your pencil dick will throb as you hear me describe how my date took me out on the dance floor and held me close, his hands roaming down my back to my firm ass. His big, thick cock pressing against me, the material of his pants unable to hide just how large it is. My hands feeling his taut muscles. Feeling his hot breath as he whispers in my ear.

Your swollen, plum balls must be full by now.

Imagine my lover taking me to his apartment. It felt so good when he took me in his arms and kissed me. Our tongues dancing in unison. His strong hands rubbing my nipples. Then the excitement of wordlessly heading to his bedroom.

Slowly undressing each other. Kissing. Touching. Whispering the way lovers do. I know you’ve never done that. How would a man with a tiny nubbin like yours know of such intimacies?

Imagine my hand wrapping around a cock the size of a lead pipe and stroking it once, twice …

Hmmm…I don’t think I should tell you all the juicy details…you might have one of those spontaneous ejaculations. And then you would be in so much trouble, and we don’t want that, do we?

But I do have a little surprise for you.

Kneel in front of me, pin dick.

Watch as I raise the hem of my short black dress.

Look at the treat I saved for you.

Think of just how good it will taste.

If you’re a really good boy you just might find out for yourself.

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It Takes Courage to Serve

“That which yields is not always weak.”

-Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel’s Legacy

There is nothing more beautiful than a collared slave

There is nothing more beautiful than a collared slave

If I had to pick the most common misconception about submissives, it would be that they are weak. Nothing could be farther from the truth.

It takes courage to submit. And the men and women who have submitted to me here and in person have proven their strength many times over. But I know that even those who have served me for months, or even longer, can fall prey to the trap of seeing weakness where only true strength exists.

And I can only imagine how difficult it is to take the first step in contacting a Mistress. There are so many obstacles put up in our own minds and by society that make admitting you need to serve harder than it should be.

Trust me, I have walked in your shoes (even though, I am sure, many of you would prefer to walk in my high heels). When I was first discovering the D/s world, I had to take the same first steps submissives do.

Of course I was nervous. Of course I felt intimidated. Yes, that’s right, even though I had no doubt of my dominant nature I was intimidated. But then I learned to let all those obstacles float away, I allowed myself to act on instinct. Once I trusted myself, a whole new world opened up before me.

Most of us were so inexperienced and trying to learn what we could about dominance and submission when we had our first taste. Once we dipped our toes in the proverbial waters, the nervousness evaporated. For me, finding submissives who yearned to serve a superior woman like myself was life altering. I know for them the feeling was similar.

Maybe that surprises you, especially if you are new to BDSM. The not so dirty little secret is that dominants and submissives are really two sides of the same coin. Like that coin, both sides exist together to make a whole.

When you find a play partner, or someone truly special to share your D/s desires and needs with, the feeling is truly liberating. Let your mind open up to the possibilities. Allow yourself to trust your dominant. Let yourself go places you never even dreamed existed.

And as you continue to explore the fetishes and kinks that excite you, you will find out more about your true nature than you could ever have imagined.

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Raising My Glass to the LDW Gang

Little Pet and I wrote this special Thanksgiving post to show our appreciation for all of you. I hope you enjoy it!

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As a Mistress, I think it’s important to tell all my submissives, pets and slaves just what they mean to me. Those who have talked to me at any length know I believe that a dominant and a submissive are two sides of a coin. One can’t exist without the other.

I started thinking about hosting a special Thanksgiving dinner for all the friends I have made over my years at LDW.

I imagine summoning everyone to my hideaway, my castle in the countryside. Everyone would arrive and be led inside by my servants (males, females and sissy maids, oh my). The long wooden table with room for all who are invited and anyone who drops by unexpectedly would be filled with a feast fit for a Queen, or in this case, Queens.

And then my mind wanders to my little pet and what he must be thinking. You know how puppies are among a house full of guests…

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Arf! Arf!

Look at all the boots and high heels on the Mistresses.

I love sniffing them as I roam around the table.

There’s Mistress Violet. I remember calling her when I thought I was a sissy.

And Mistress Constance. She does such an amazing job on EE with her sexy barbs. Wessy is so lucky getting to sit next to her.

Oh, and Mistress Catherine, with her sexy British accent, talking with Eddie about Formula One! And Mistress Olivia chatting with Mistress Layla. I am going to miss seeing Mistress Layla over the next few months. arf! arf!

A snausage from Mistress Kaylee. She’s so cute and sexy. I love those snausages she tosses me.

I almost got kicked. Who can’t stop squirming? Of course. It’s peterteasetoy.

There’s nonchefjohn making coffee for everyone. He seems a little tense. I wonder why.  And there’s lockedbob. Hmmm…he seems a little tense, too. arf! arf!

I can’t believe all these amazing dominant women are eating with the lowly slaves and submissives. This must be a special day!

Sniff! Sniff!

Mistress Marilyn’s boots smell so sexy. Did I just hear her talking about hockey? And there’s Mistress Sloane, I can tell by her husky, Southern voice. And Mistress Delia is here, too, sitting close to Mistress Cooper. Just what are she and Mistress Delia plotting? Maybe I can warn the others …

Do I smell green bean casserole? It’s Mistress Vivian. She figured out someone put me on the table with the turkey. arf! arf!

And look at all the dispatchers. They really deserve my gratitude. Without them none of the subs could connect. It’s so lovely to see Alison, Emily, Kim, Tanya, Paula, and Tori. All hail the amazing dispatchers. They are always in a good mood and ready to help us all.

Oh and there’s a huge contingent from EE. Look at Jenni all decked out in her holiday finery, looking so fine, indeed. Thank you Tommieboy for making sure everyone got all the rules for tonight’s dinner. I’d hate for Ms. Catherine to have to smack him at the table! And look at Saint, explaining the Gospel According to Chuck Norris to castaway. I’d bite Chuck Norris on the ankle. grrrrrrr…..

What’s that noise? Ahhhh. It’s Alicewonder taking apart a hard drive and reassembling it backwards while Bookie looks on in wonder.

And is that a noise I hear from the garage? It must be Cannibal. I am so glad they locked him away for dinner.

“Little pet, come here now.”

My owner is calling. I’d better run back down to the other end of the table.

Mistress is so sexy sitting on her chair covered in blue velvet. She looks like a queen. She is a Queen. And what’s that? Table scraps in my bowl. arf! arf!

She’s tapping her spoon on her champagne glass.

Arf! arf! Everyone listens to my owner.

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Thank you everyone for coming here tonight…it is so wonderful to see all of you gathered in my home.

There is one other very special lady here with us, but only in spirit.

The woman who made this all possible: Ms. Ally. I know we are grateful for her and the way she built this amazing, classy empire where we could all feel safe to be ourselves.

And to all of you, and anyone I neglected to mention, I raise a glass and say a toast:

Many thanks to each and everyone of you, for making LDW and EE a truly special place. May your holidays be filled with old friends and new, cherished memories and hopes for the future.

Happy Thanksgiving from Mistress Sierra and Little Pet!


 

Color Yourself Red: A Journey to Womanhood

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Where are you on the spectrum of femininity?

Watching a submissive grow and change under my tutelage is one of the most exciting parts of being a domme. And nothing is more fascinating than watching a man move through the stages of femininity.

Maybe it’s the scientist in me, . . . → Read More: Color Yourself Red: A Journey to Womanhood


 

Learning the Proper Way to Suck My Cock

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I can’t think of a better place for a man to be than on his knees. Just thinking about the compliance, the fear, the humiliation you would feel kneeling before me is quite exhilarating.

And what do you think is the first thing that comes to mind when I see . . . → Read More: Learning the Proper Way to Suck My Cock


 

A Day at the Giantess Salon

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Whenever I really need to get away from my daily routine, there’s no place I’d rather go than Giantess Island. It’s a place where only tiny men are allowed and there is never a peep of protest to be heard about any commands they are given. Not that their little voices . . . → Read More: A Day at the Giantess Salon


 

Tears of Another Kind, Just as Beautiful

Tweet Seeing a slave cry makes me so hot.

You look beautiful in tears…

I love the idea that with just my voice I can bring a big, strong man (or a sissy boy) to tears. The power is so intoxicating. But I suppose if you are reading this you might . . . → Read More: Tears of Another Kind, Just as Beautiful


 

Guess Who’s Back?

Tweet Your favorite Mistress of Mental Masturbation is back from vacation with a brand new schedule!!

Mistress Sierra is back and ready to rock your cocks!

All of you late night, horny strokers and sissies are in for a treat… Starting today, I will have plenty of late evening hours available to . . . → Read More: Guess Who’s Back?