Tom Ford Liquid Lip Luxe deserves five stars after passing my Dominatrix test of conduct: a five hour baccanal fuck feast. 

My lips looked immaculate from the moment the first spit slowly dripped out of my lips to land down the throat of my gaping subs mouth. Fast forward through passionate moments of intense indulgence, sweat inducing fucking, foamy cocktails and oyster slurping. The color remained equally distributed and locked in place for five hours of fun.

Two long months had passed since our last session, so my sub and I started the night by popping a bottle of champagne. After slowly sipping on the first serving of bubbly golden nectar, I placed a black rubber collar around his neck, transforming him into my obedient slave for the night. When I allowed slave to have a second sip of champagne, I couldn’t tell our glasses apart, since my lipstick had left no mark. I continued drinking from both, serving slave sips directly from my lips. All while both glasses remained free from lipstick marks. 

As the session flowed from foot worship and spitting to discipline, the only redness on slave's face came from careful slaps, not my teasing kisses. As I spanked his willing ass, first with my hands, then with a flogger, followed by a heavy paddle, my grin grew progressively larger, yet the distribution of lipcolour remained the same. 

After sliding first one, then multiple lubed up fingers into slaves willing ass, it was time to fuck him with my BBC strapon, I entered his ass from behind, sliding my cock in slowly at first, making him feel every inch. I fucked him faster and faster until it become a full on cardio session and I felt drops of sweat roll down my face, down to my mouth where a salty drop rolled into my heavily breathing mouth.

I pounded slaves ass until an intense assgasm, followed by some moments of affection, before I had a shower to rinse off the sweat. I patted my face dry and put on some powder to conquer redness and shine. My lips still didn’t need a touch up. 

While I slipped into a tight knee length leather dress preparing for our mid session snack, slave followed my instructions, slipping a remote controlled vibrating anal plug inside his ass. I placed the tiny remote in my clutch and smiled my biggest smile yet thinking of controlling slave’s ass in public.

Downstairs at the hotel bar, we ordered citrus and tequila based cocktails that arrived with a foamy layer on top. After my first sip, I wondered if my lips would pass this test too as I licked the foam off them slowly while contemplating my subs fate. I forgot all about my lips as I stared deep into my submissive’s eyes while switching between pressing the ‘on’ button, increasing speed, changing vibration patterns and pushing the ‘off’ button. I giggled as I increased the intensity of the vibrations to level three at the same time as a plate filled with oysters was placed in front of us. My subs eyes barely twitched as his insides vibrated at the highest level. I felt a sense of pride over teaching him so well he could be brought out in public. I decided to let us both enjoy the food, so I switched off the vibrations while we alternated slurping up oysters with a lemon squeeze or vinaigrette.  

The rest of our time together flowed away like a long anticipated fantasy come true. I didn’t think of my lipstick again until I leaned back into the seat smiling with satisfaction in the back of an Uber. I pulled out a mirror to check my makeup and the post session selfie spoke for itself, messy post shag hair, glossy forehead, natural blush, faded eyeshadow and…flawless lips. Thank you Tom Ford.

In less than a minute, my sub carefully opened the door.

“Close the door behind you. Get down on your knees. Slowly crawl over here.” I said while crossing one boot clad leg over the other. 

My sub happily obeyed the order and immediately dropped down to his knees and crawled on all fours towards me. 

“That’s it. Come closer.” I stopped him when his head came within an inch of my lap. I moved my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, whispering in his ear 

“Are you ready to submit all control to me?”

“Yes, mistress.”

I proceeded to place the rubber collar around his neck and attached the leash to it. Leaning back into the chair holding the leash in one hand, placing one of my boots on his shoulder.

“Worship my boot slave.”

My slave held the both gently in his hands while kissing and licking it all around. 

“Open your mouth. Suck the heel like you would suck a cock.”

I watched as my slave sucked in the bottom half of my heel first, gradually putting more and more of the heel in his mouth until he swallowed the whole heel deep down his throat.

“Good boy. Deep throat that for mistress.”

I relished in the power to make my sub enjoy deep throating a 10 inch heel for me. 

“Stop. Come closer. Open your mouth.” I pulled my sub by the hair on the back of his head and stood up with my mouth close to his, releasing a thin thread of spit towards his open mouth. 

“Close. Swallow.” 

After watching my sub swallow and open his mouth wide again I spat into his mouth one more time, making sure it was more spit this time. Then, I stood up.

“Now, get us something to drink.” I said while pulling his leash and directing him towards the fridge hidden inside a glass cupboard.

He opened the fridge to reveal two bottles of Veuve Cliquot. 

“Open one and fill up two glasses. Don’t spill.” 

My sub handed me one of the glasses and we had a quick cheer for the rest of the night, before he put his glass to his lips ready to drink.

“Stop. Put the glass down. Did I say you could drink?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Get down on your knees. Open your mouth. Wide.”

I had one sip of the delicious bubbles, swallowing it slowly, rolling the liquid around my mouth while my sub eagerly awaited his. I swallowed. Then, I filled up my mouth fully with the sparkling liquid, twirling it around my mouth before spitting it slowly into my sub’s mouth.

“Swallow.”

“Thank you Mistress.” He said looking up at me with a glazed, devoted look in his eyes.

I petted his head for a moment, before pulling him close.

“Don’t do anything without my permission, understood?” I whispered in his ear.

“Yes, Mistress.”

I released my sub from his leash and told him to slowly strip off his pants. He clumsily started unbuttoning his pants. Once I told him to make it more sexy, he moved his hips from side to side while wiggling his way out of the jeans. I had another sip of the champagne while he revealed a pair of gray briefs with an obvious wet spot where the head of his erect penis was ready to burst out. 

“Are you dripping already? Haha. Get down on your knees and crawl here.” Remove my boots, one at a time.”

My sub tried removing the first boot by biting on the zipper, which did not move at all and left me laughing at his effort. I stopped him in his ridiculous attempt and made him use his hands instead. Once both boots were removed to reveal my transparent black stockings, I placed my feet on his face, covering every part of it. Allowing him to fully immerse himself in my feet. Once I allowed him to breathe air again, he asked if he could remove my stockings. A request I declined. Patience is a virtue, slave. 

Fly me to you (FMTY) is a fantastic way to see your Dominatrix of choice at the location you desire. My dungeon is portable, and I love to travel and experience new places and people.  

The first step is agreeing on a suitable location, date, time, duration and session content. Then, providing screening details and a 50% deposit seals the deal. 

Fly me to your hometown, let me be the most exciting part of your business trip, or see me before, during, or after a holiday. Even better, plan a playcation to a place we both want to explore.

Making your fantasy an exclusive reality with both our schedules, often requires booking long in advance. This gives us something to look forward to and be properly prepared for. 

However, my schedule changes from month to month, so there’s always the odd chance I’m available for a last minute rendezvous. 

I’m happy to travel to most places I can fly to in Australia for a booking of 2 hours minimum, with travel costs and one night at a hotel covered. In rare cases, I can fly in in the morning and out in the evening on the same day. My preference is for longer bookings. 

For FMTY worldwide, I assess the booking and require an absolute minimum of 4 hours. In this case, 50% of the session and the travel costs, one night at an upscale hotel and all meals need to be covered. Depending on the location, the minimum hours and requirements might vary. When you fly in a Dominatrix you’re dying to have a session with, you should be excited to make sure her stay is up to the highest standards.

From the moment the booking is made, there are many ways to stay in touch and build up even more tension and anticipation from afar. For an agreed upon donation, I can offer text, email, call, video, pictures, slave tasks, key holding and more for a period of time leading up to the FMTY. 

Another way to add a little extra, is by sending a gift in the form of a donation or gift card to be used on an outfit or toy for the session. 

Reading this blog is the sign it’s time to turn your FMTY fantasy into reality. 

See you in Playtime Paradise!

In the elevator on my way down, I took a final glance into the Christmas present bag I brought for my submissive, ensuring the anal plug, bottle of lube and a glove were hidden discreetly beneath a thin layer of gift paper. Before the lift doors opened on the bar level, I slipped the butt plug’s remote control into my red clutch and giggled to myself thinking of the power I’m about to have over my submissive’s ass. 

When the doors opened, I slipped out with the gift bag in one hand and clutch with Ass Thumpers remote control in the other. Striding seductively towards my submissive in black patent leather six inch stilettos. My subs eyes attached to me as I made my way to the large L-shaped leather couch he sat on, eagerly awaiting my re-emergence. On the glass table in front of him were two espresso martinis with a perfect layer of foam on top. I sat down, placing the gift bag between us and crossing my long, tanned legs. My sub handed me my drink, and I had a sip, licking the remnants of foam off my red, shiny lips, while looking directly into his eyes the entire time.

“I have something for you. Merry Christmas.” I said with a twinkle in my eye. No need to open it here and now, I’m sure you know what it is. Are you ready?”

“I think so,” He responded, smiling nervously.

“Let’s cheers to that,” I said and raised my glass. Clink. 

“And to first times and fists,” I said after completing our first toast. Clink. We sat in silence for a moment, sensing the electric tension between us expanding. 

“It’s time for you to go to the bathroom and try on your present. Or should I say try in. Haha. Go on. But first, get me a large glass of water. Now!” 

My sub got up and walked quickly to the bar, gift bag in hand. He asked the bartender for a large glass of ice water, making sure they filled it to the brim and brought it back to me, smiling nervously and shaking ever so slightly as he placed it on the table in front of me. 

“Good boy. Bathroom, now.”

I watched him stride towards the male restroom, taking a mental note of his movements, wondering if he’d be able to maintain the same gait with my gift inside him. 

A couple minutes later, my sub emerged from the bathroom, walking at a similar pace towards our table, with a nervous smile and rosy cheeks. As he walked closer to the table, I pressed the On button on the Ass Thumpers remote I concealed inside my hand.

His eyes jumped as he tried to compose himself and continue striding towards the table. I pressed the off button when he was halfway through sitting down slowly, all while smiling mischievously. Once my stuffed sub was seated, I grabbed my full glass of ice water, chugging it as I held his gaze. When the glass left my lips, I pressed the remote again while looking deeply into his eyes. I barely noticed any change in his composure, even though the vibrations on level one were so strong I could feel the whole seat vibrating. I slid my finger over to the + button, pressing it while lifting an eyebrow as I glanced deep into my subs eyes contemplating the depths of his asshole. The vibrations were now so strong I could feel them spreading over to my pussy. What a powerful toy.

I turned the vibration off again long enough for us to lift our glasses and make another toast for our reunion and what’s yet to come. The moment my sub put down his glass, I engaged his anal plug vibrations again, this time taking it up to level three. Feeling the vibrations spread all over the leather couch, wondering if anyone noticed the naughtiness we were up to.

“Let’s continue this upstairs,” I said before leaving my sub behind once more to change into more appropriate attire for what’s next. 

“Keep your phone close, I’ll only be a couple minutes.” I said before walking away feeling my subs eyes burning into my backside.

Upstairs, I slipped out of my stilettos and into 10 inch thigh high black patent leather boots. I grabbed the rubber collar in my hand and placed the gold metal leash around my neck resting close to my cleavage and the golden buttons on my bodysuit. I sat down on the chair in the corner, placing the collar on my leg right above the knee. Once comfortably seated, I texted my sub 

“I’m ready for you.” 

Remote controlled anal plug in public, caning, and fisting made up my first session of the year. All things my submissive experienced for the first time with me. I love being someone's first. Add on the delights of boot, shoe and foot worship, spanking and pegging with a big black cock, washed down with a golden bath and you got the recipe for a perfect evening. 

I walked into the dimly lit lobby of an upscale Sydney hotel wearing black patent leather stilettos accentuating my long tanned legs, leading up to a leather mini skirt showing off my fit, round booty. My plump breasts supported by a black leather bra discreetly peeking out of a black silk top. Around my neck a silver snake necklace adorned with black, gray and red stones rested close to my cleavage. The femme fatale has arrived. 

In my right hand I rolled a black, shiny suitcase filled to the brim with toys to fulfill my own and any man's kinkiest fantasies. The contents of it were specifically tailored and partially funded by the submissive standing up in admiration as I click-clacked my way inside to give him a hug and hand over the suitcase while he slipped a keycard into my hand. We said our hellos with naughty twinkles in our eyes and an electrical tension of expectation flowing between us. My sub walked me to the elevator, which I entered and left him behind, eagerly awaiting the next step of our adventure. Let the playtime begin. 

When I opened the door to the spacious room, the first thing I noticed was the large bathtub in the middle of the space, as if it was designed to be the centerpiece. I gotta put that to proper use. The bathtub was separated from the rest of the room by a glass wall. I had many things planned for our session, but I could not resist slipping out a flesh colored dildo from my suitcase the moment I opened it, slamming its suction cup bottom onto the glass in the height of my submissive’s mouth. Suck on that bitch.

I continued unpacking one side of my suitcase of sin, placing various BDSM items across the room. Chains around the bed poles, check. Collar and leash, leg cuffs, wrist cuffs check. Dildos in increasing sizes, leading up to a 10 inch pink dildo, check. BBC, my second skin black leather strapon with 8 inch dildo, check. Extra clean with antibacterial toy cleaner, check. Paddle, flogger and cane check. Mouth gag with attached dildo, check. I grinned as I filled up the night stand with anal lube, regular lube, regular condoms, large condoms, extra large condoms. Then, I made a fist with my left hand measuring it against PBC (pink, big cock) and a fist sized dildo. The real thing is just a tad bigger, he can take it for me. I’ll go slowly. 

I zipped open the second side of my suitcase to reveal three sets of lingerie, one bodysuit, black stockings, and black knee high patent leather boots. The lingerie and bodysuit were all presents from the devoted sub for various occasions, birthday, christmas, new years and just because I’d look hot in it. Which I do. I removed my silk top and leather skirt to reveal a classic thong and bra in black leather. I slipped into a black mesh bodysuit, buttoning up close to 20 golden buttons on top of my lingerie, making my cleavage pop. I love teasing you through multiple layers. 

I pulled the black stockings up to the top of my thighs, looking back in the mirror to adjust the black seam to be in the middle of my long leg, before slipping back into my leather mini skirt and placing my feet into stilettos. I texted my submissive to order me an espresso martini, considered peeing, but decided to save the precious drops for him. Then, I put on a layer of shiny red lipstick in the bathroom mirror. The last thing I did before leaving the room was glance at the big bathtub, the chains around the bed poles, BBC and PBC, grinning mischievously to myself. In my hand I held a remote control labelled Ass Thumpers, caressing the ‘on’ button beneath my thumb. We’re in for the night of our lives. 

I wrote my master’s dissertation on the topic of the Dark Goddess and the Feminine Shadow. On this date, seven years ago, I moved to Australia with the intention of a six month break before continuing my PhD work on the same topic. I never went back.

Instead, I fell in love with Australia and put my PhD studies on hold indefinitely. I tried putting the Dark Goddess at the back of my mind. At the same time, I started working as a Dominatrix. Oblivious to how my choice of profession was a practical extension of my studies in a modern day setting. 

Instead of researching and writing, I became the Dark Goddess.

It’s not until I sit here today, seven years later, reflecting on the years I’ve called Australia home, that I can see how my choice of profession is clearly related to my studies. Sometimes, you need to take the time to sit down, reflect on how you got to where you are now, to realize how it's all connected. Even if it’s never occurred to you before.

Will I ever go back to my PhD dissertation? I might, but my thesis could be different. Perhaps it will be an inquiry into the Dark Goddess in Her modern guise. But, I’m in no rush to get back to academic writing. I’m having too much fun embracing more and more of the Dark Goddess in myself.