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You’re Just a Strap-On Bitch

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…And You Can’t Seem to Help Yourself

You daydream about it all the time, don’t you?

There’s no need to answer, my sweet ass slut. You and I both know the answer to that question.

I know you feel those undeniable stirrings in your crotch when you hear the mere mention of my bliss-inducing strap-on. Your heart begins to race, you begin to throb, and you can hardly bear the suspense when you wonder which dildo I will choose to invade you this time. You crave that moment when it’s ass up and head down for you as you await the inevitable.

Yes, you ARE my strap-on bitch, and I am your strap-on femdom – and we BOTH LOVE it.

Get That Ass Over Here, My Whore!

When I tell you to “Assume my favorite position, slut,” you know exactly what to do. With nothing uttered from your lips but an immediate “Yes, Mistress,” you strip naked and scurry to the bed to lie still on your back.

It’s anal sex time, and I am going to fill you up!

I may subject you to some bondage and tie you to the bed so you feel even more vulnerable – or I may leave you unrestrained and give you that warning about how you had better not move a muscle.

Either way, you know that your ass is mine, and I am going to use my strap-on to remind you yet again just why it is. I am going to show you again why I own your ass and you are my rabid strap-on bitch!

Time to Play “Hide the Dildo”

Get Ready For It!

I want those thighs parted so I can crawl up there between them, and I want you to watch every moment of every movement I make.

When I rise up and sit back on my heels, your eyes should be locked on my hands as I stroke a copious amount of lube up and down my dildo of choice and ponder how I intend to own the ass of my strap-on bitch once again.

As your eyes visually devour that slick dildo and you hear those wet sounds of my hands roaming over it, I want you to think about how divine it’s going to feel when I press that spongy, domed head against your tight, waiting hole… and then I begin to stretch you open around it, about to give you a good, cock-hardening pegging!

This Is My Game, You Are My Pawn

You are well aware that I am very experienced in anal play (and safety!) and will treat your ass like it is my most prized possession.

Will I slowly, teasingly take my time working that head and shaft inside you? Will I feed you just an inch at a time, giving you only one additional inch with each stroke, until I can no longer see my dildo at all? Will I plunge inside you with full force and fuck you with long, slow, delicious strokes – or will I go at it with all of the zeal and stamina I have from the get-go?

There’s only one way to find out – so offer up that ass to me, and I will show you with far more than words. After all, you really are my lusty, yearning, horny strap-on bitch, aren’t you, my pet???

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The Southern Mistress and the Labels (II)

Restraint, Self-Control, and a Calm Tone Are NOT WeaknessesSouthern Mistress, Southern femdom

As far as why such qualities as kindness, understanding, an even tone, and calmness -per the assessment of some- require preclusion of the ability to effectively dominate another, that is nothing but nonsense. Furthermore, I am a naturally sensual woman and a naturally sensual Mistress; being cool, cordial, real, understanding, and even-tempered are who I am – but they are far from being all I am. I am so much more than appearing or sounding to be “sweet”.

(I have a certain submissive you could ask how sweet it feels when I made him cry, all in a “sweet” tone and with a smile on my face – or check in with some of those subs I have cut to the core and of whom I have taken total control while being cool as a cucumber.)

Stereotypes Are NOT Fact!

I suppose if one defines a dominatrix -whether that be a Southern dominatrix or one from any other region- as being some pre-programmed, two-dimensional, cardboard cut-out of a woman who wears leather pants as often as Jim Morrison, shrieks out orders like a banshee, screams and tantrums like a two-year-old, and wields and thrashes a riding crop 24/7; then nope, it would seem that I’m/she’s not a dominatrix.

Even when I’m stern, strict, hard or draconian in my domination, I need not raise my voice, employ the word “no” like broken a record, and/or behave like the reincarnation of Genghis Khan or Robespierre.

“Why not?” you ask. It’s simple: If you are truly submissive, a huge production of any sort is simply not necessary. If you WANT to submit, you will.

Wanting dramatic effect is one thing; “needing” it is a horse of a completely different color.

And it doesn’t stop there…

Do NOT Let the Accent Fool You!

“You’re voice sounds so country…” is one of the most irritating and ignorant things I have ever heard a person say. I sound “Southern,” darling, not “country”.

I was born and raised in the Deep South; therefore, yes, I have a very pronounced Southern accent. However, the entirety of the South is not one big pasture, littered with shanties that have dirt floors nor it is populated only by ill-spoken yokels who never went past fourth grade, have a minimal number of teeth, marry their cousins, and use the name “Bobby Joe” whether it’s a girl or a boy.

Hell! We actually have running water and electricity here, as well as the Internet, computers, fine colleges, and a melting pot of cultures!! Who knew?!

I am a well-spoken, well-educated woman with a polished Southern accent, and my voice only sounds “country” if one is making a blanket assumption about all Southerners and their accents as being “country”.

You can be sure that the accent of this Southern Mistress does not make me a “country” girl. Furthermore, should you adhere to this or any other “select” ideas you have about Southern women –femdom or otherwise- well then, bless your little heart!

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The Southern Mistress and the Labels

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“You look like the girl next door and have such good manners. Are you sure you’re a Mistress?”

“’Southern Mistress… I’m a little surprised that a ‘good’ Southern woman can/would be a dominatrix.”

These are just a few statements or questions on which I have, right out of the proverbial gate, heard a number of variations over the years, and I always address these assumptions individually, as well as having attempted on occasion to address such misconceptions here.

Anyone who knows me know that I detest blanket labels and stereotypes; I do not like them when it comes to others slapping annoying, hurtful or rude labels on my subs, my girls or any of my callers – and I do NOT like them placed on myself either.

So… I just have to wonder: Why? Why?! Why do some men -submissive or not- assume certain things about Southern women?

The Brass Tacks of THIS Southern Dominatrix

“You’re so nice. I guess that’s because you’re Southern. I can’t imagine that you’re ever mean/harsh/hardcore.”

Who I Am…

Truly I AM one of the nicest, thoughtful, most hospitable, and well-mannered people you would ever want to meet. I’m a Southern woman who was raised right, so what else would you expect? I know how and when to carry myself like a lady. (…And I learned a long time ago that you really can catch more flies with honey than vinegar.)

The important thing to know about me is that being nice is only ONE facet of who I am. I am nice until it’s time for me not to be. Don’t think I can be cruel… a hard ass… a mean Mistress… or a flat-out bitchy one? I would caution you to think again…

“You have such good manners. Are you sure you can really dominate me or make/force me to submit to you?”

How I Think…

Yes, I am accustomed to having my way, but I don’t set out to get what I want by throwing around some loud, hostile or arbitrary representation or mandate of “force” or imposition of will because…

  1. The concept of “force” is an illusion. NO one can actually “force” another person to do anything he or she does not CHOOSE to do (even if the option ultimately chosen is not necessarily one that will result in a positive, good or desirable outcome)
  2. One who is a true submissive WILL give themselves over to be dominated. They ASK to be dominated. Otherwise, what would the point be or the goal to be reached?
  3. Shouting is not dominating; it’s merely a voice being loud.
  4. Being a nice person does not preclude being an effective Mistress who can dominate, mind-fuck or waylay a submissive like a dynamo.
  5. People are motivated by their own awareness of what elicits submissive feelings within them. It must be tailored to the individual; therefore, I do not believe in trying to “force” MY idea of what “might” or “should” make you feel submissive upon you. I am a button-pusher and a boundary-pusher, and I want to push you deeper into those directions which take you to subspace – not where you have no desire to go, so you hang up and run away.

“How does a friendly Southern dominatrix like you dominate men?”

How I Am…

It’s simple. It’s my special Southern dominatrix and feminine magic that tells the tale!

I both get my way with and dominate others by using my sharp intellect, naturally very assertive (aka dominant!) personality, power of persuasion, and superior, sensual feminine wiles to bend even the most challenging submissive to my will. There is also the power I employ via my words, tone, imagination, creativity, and listening skills, which absorb every kind of (both direct and indirect) feedback and cues I get from you – and then use it to dominate you completely.

I’m going to crawl inside your head and mind-fuck you into full submission you before you know what hit you!

Bottom line: You do as I say. Try to top from the bottom, and you meet the not-so-nice EmmaJane. Don’t push your luck!

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Say “Goodbye” to the Man

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You Can Run, But You Can’t Hide

You can’t deny that it’s there; it’s been there for years. Maybe you’ve tried to ignore it, but it always comes back to you. Perhaps you’ve tried to brush it off as just a passing phase. It could be that you’ve tried so hard to cling to denial, but deep down you cannot do so.

Looking Like a Man Doesn’t Make You One

So you look like a man to the rest of the world. You dress and try to act the part, but you know better. You can’t stop thinking about those feminine feelings you long to enjoy. You can’t wait to get home where you can throw off those man clothes and slip into a silky bra and panty set.

When you look at women and admire them, you’re actually feeling envious of their pretty clothing and heels and the fact that they freely get to wear lingerie all day every day. It’s just not fair that you can’t enjoy those feminine feelings and trappings every day too!!

Yes. You’re a sissy, and it’s time for you to embrace that fact and kiss your masculine facade goodbye!

Setting the Record Straight

You Can’t Judge a Man By the Clothes

sissy, stiletto heels, sissificationWhile it is easily understood that you may have to dress like a man because you are expected to play a certain role in your career and daily lives, the wrapping paper doesn’t tell you what the gift inside is. No one has to know that, while you look like a man and you have masculine desires, you want to wear feminine clothes!

Beyond What Everyone Sees

You can wear a suit, tie, and wingtip shoes to the office every day, and no one would ever know you’re sporting some ruffled rhumba panties or sexy stockings underneath it all – or wish you were!

You can be a ripped construction worker, showing off your body in a t-shirt, jeans and steel-toe boots every day and be secretly dreaming of getting home and putting on a pair of stiletto heels and a micro mini skirt while you prance around your house like a sissy slut.feminization, sissification

You can wear a polo shirt, khakis, and saddle oxfords out to meet your college buddies or business colleagues on the golf course while dreaming of your favorite wig and cosmetics – and how wonderfully sissified and feminine you feel in them.

What you wear does not define who you are, sissy darling. You know it, and I know it.

Undeniable Desires and Feminine Feelings

Oh… Those gorgeous, delightful feminine feelings! You know you fiercely love them! You NEED to feel them! You NEED to be free to be the sissy you are!

You need someone to understand and accept you as a sissy and help you express your own sissy style. You need someone to advise you, coach you, and insist that you own and become a complete sissy.

That’s where I come in – and together we will unleash the sissy in you!!

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The Little Dick and the Poked Pillow

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The following is an excerpt from a call I had on a small penis humiliation call with a little dick that loves more than just a hand…

The Introduction

Him (in a nervous, quivering, and desperate voice): “Hello, Mistress. My name is [anonymous], and I need you to help me. I need your help real bad!”

Me: “Good evening, [anonymous]! With what do you need my help? Tell me about it, and I’ll see what I can do.”

Him: “I need your help stroking.” (stammers) “I mean, I need you to tell me how to stroke and what to do.”

Me: “Hmmm… So you want some guided masturbation, do you? And what do…”

The Cocklet Confession

Him: (abruptly cutting me off): “I have a confession. I have a small penis, Mistress, and I need you to control my cock… I mean, my tiny dick. I won’t cum until you tell me to!”

Me (sounding amused): “Ah… I see how it is now! A little grubworm AND a quick cummer… (now sternly) Don’t you DARE touch that pitiful, worthless micro-penis unless and until I tell you to do so! Do you understand me?”

Him (quivering voice again): “Yes, Mistress. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll leave it alone, but it’s already really hard.”

Me (sternly): “Don’t even think about it! Leave it alone! Hands stay OFF the horny little thimble penis!”

Getting Down to the Little Dick Point

Me: “So… Let me guess: You’ve got a little dick, and it’s totally out of control. You play with yourself every time you have the chance, don’t you? And you pop at the drop of a hat? In seconds?!”

Him: “Yes, Ma’am. I do. I can’t stop myself because I’m horny all the time. And I just can’t keep from cumming so fast.”

Me: “…And I suppose you’re going to tell me that you’re a little dick jerk-off because you know no woman wants anything to do with your pint-sized penis; therefore, you have to pick up the slack. Would that be the case?”

Humiliating the Small Penislittle dick, small penis, pillow humper

Him: “Yes, Mistress. I don’t even try to approach women any more because I know my dick is too small for them.”

Me (snickering): “Awww… Poor little pee pee… Are you afraid they’ll laugh at you and your pindick? Maybe they’ll even get angry that you’re so inadequate? Are you worried they’ll humiliate your little dicklet?” (now laughing)

Him: “Yes, Mistress. But I know I deserve to be humiliated for having such a little dick. Sometimes I just hump a pillow instead of jerking off because I’m so pathetic.”

Me: “So you take advantage of a poor helpless pillow because you can’t fuck anything else with that matchstick dick?!”

Him: “Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry, Ma’am! I can’t help it – and it’s so embarrassing to tell you that.”

Me: “If it’s so humiliating for you to tell me you’re a pillow humper, then let’s see how mortified you’ll feel humping your helpless pillow for me RIGHT NOW! Do it!”

The Pillow Humper Wears It Out!

…And away the humping went, as I laughed my ass off. Little dick guy huffed, puffed, panted, and groaned as he gave that pillow a fucking to remember.

I told him if he wanted to cum, he could not use his hands to do it. It was with the pillow or not at all.

I teased that squirming pencil dick until it spit up all over that poor pillow – and kept laughing at my newest pillow-pounding little pecker!

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