Fellow GenXers, remember these?
I got these a while ago for my footwear collection from either eBay or Etsy.
Remember how the front pieces broke and your toes would start sliding out the front?
They came without any note.
They’re cute but not only did the seller send the wrong size — a US 9 was on my wishlist and they sent an 8 — they’re still about two sizes too big, which isn’t as apparent in the photo because of how I’m sitting down with my feet off the side of my couch.
I contacted the seller and they are telling me I have to pay shipping back to China. That’s right: I must pay for their mistake or inability to correctly size their shoes.
That’s it. I’m done trying shoes from Chinese manufacturers who are shipping from China. I think most of the time they never fit correctly.
Anyway, thanks for sending them,
mystery person beth! Too bad they didn’t work out!
These are one of my favorite pair of heels.
My toenail polish is midnight blue.
If you’re very good and obey me, I may allow you to kiss them.
Trying on some of My new things…
Love how these wet-look stockings have a sexy mesh bottom, for an enticing tease of My lovely toes:
DomCon was great. Got to Los Angeles on Tuesday evening, picked up a car, and stopped to get some groceries before checking into the hotel.
The next morning, headed to the registration desk, checked in, and got My badge.
Went to the industry-only classes on Wednesday and Thursday, which were all terrific.
Thursday was the opening ceremonies and first play party.
While I was sitting and enjoying a drink, I was approached by a guy wearing a gold lamé jacket. He told Me he was a slave. I asked him to clarify, since many people who think they’re a slave aren’t actually one at all. His answer didn’t fully satisfy Me, and during the course of My explanation as to what slavery is, or more broadly power exchange, our conversation moved to what it means to be a professional Dominant. He essentially insisted We’re all service tops. Not too soon after I began correcting him, Mistress Eva Cruz comes through the door, glaring at this gold-jacketed “slave” and exclaims, “Where have you been?!?” Apparently, he was supposed to get Her a drink. Instead, he stopped and struck up a conversation with Me. Well, it wasn’t long before he was on his knees, being choked by his own tie. Mistress Liz came along to join in the fun.
After some corrective measures, We needed a break and made him our footstool.
After a bit, Mistress Liz continued on with Her fun while Mistress Eva Cruz and I brought this “slave” to one of the rooms at Sanctuary to figure out how much of a slave he really was.
Let Me just say: not a lot of mercy was involved.
After two hours, We left him pretty beat up. And, hopefully, a little wiser.
The next few days were a flurry of events: classes for all convention attendees (some of which I went to and enjoyed), the Mistresses Dinner, the Mistresses photo, the Mistresses Tea (which I completely spaced until it was almost over), more play parties, lots of terrific vendors, and, of course, meeting a shitload of amazing Women (and few decent men).
Here are some of the toys I bought and tested out…
(Minus the harness and cocks)
By Sunday evening, I was exhausted. Still, I stopped into the after party, had some wine, and watched some people getting all sorts of treatment.
On Monday morning I headed back to Philly. Happy to be back!
Thank you, DomCon! See you next year!
(I’m not one to take selfies with people or I would have several I could have added to this post.)
Philadelphia Dominatrix Mistress Tissa
With beauty, intelligence, charm, strength of character, and a very palpable Alpha energy, I am a natural Dominatrix.
My ability to enchant and captivate you comes effortlessly to Me. I take great delight in seducing you to your knees, both literally and figuratively. You will feel My unique personality, style, and energy from the way I speak to the way I look in your eyes.
As a highly skilled practitioner of the Erotic Arts, I understand how to craft experiences which engage more than your most superficial parts. This means that what I offer is beyond mere entry-level enticement, but something with the kind of depth and awareness which not only inspires respect from you, but also in turn offers you the respect needed to know you can fully trust Me and lose yourself in our time together.
Having a special aptitude for the human mind and behavior, as well as an educational and professional background in psychology, I just might know you better than you know yourself. This may frighten you…but it also may facilitate your liberation. My brand of eroticism can be a simple and satisfying outlet for your fetishes, but it also has the potential to transform.
my most recent session may have been the most incredible mix of pain and pleasure that i have ever experienced, during my entire time serving Mistress Tissa. The pain part was incredibly intense and the pleasure part was intensely incredible. i am sure this session will be entrenched in my memory, maybe forever.
After again explaining to Mistress Tissa why i had come to serve Her, from my knees at Her feet, it was time for O/our session to begin. Mistress Tissa placed an open body bag on Her bondage table and prepared it for my entrance. After following Her directive to climb up onto the table, Mistress began inserting a large butt plug into my well lubricated ass. It felt rather large and took some time for Mistress Tissa to work it into my ass, but of course She succeeded. The butt plug would remain there throughout the remainder of O/our session. Mistress Tissa then began rubbing Her beautiful and sensual hands on my arms and legs and i immediately began leaking from my penis. The “leaking part” has become a standard operating procedure during O/our sessions when i am lucky enough to have Mistress Tissa touch me. When i do leak, i always know what will happen next. Mistress Tissa scoops up my pre-cum and feeds it back to me. Truth be told, as soon as i am in the presence of Mistress Tissa i get excited, i can’t help myself. When you look into Her enchanting green eyes, who wouldn’t get excited? For me, i get very excited just to be able to interact with Her in any way and most importantly to be at Her complete mercy, or lack thereof. Mistress Tissa is a true Goddess whose beauty is so captivating that it takes your breath away.
After Mistress Tissa stopped feeding me my mid-session snack, She zipped up the bottom of the body bag to just below my waist and then clamped the top of the bag closed. The only two body parts that were outside of the bag were my head, which would soon be covered by a hood, and my penis, which would soon be tortured by a TENS unit.
i am not sure why but there is no single instrument that Mistress Tissa uses on me that causes as much pain and trauma as when She uses Her TENS unit on my penis and balls. In fact, it was during one of my earlier sessions with Mistress Tissa that i had to call yellow to stop Her assault of my penis with the TENS unit. And although i did not call yellow during this session, i came close several times. Mistress Tissa had attached the TENS unit to the tip of my penis and began to “turn up the dial.” The pain was excruciating! i tried to use all of the methods that Mistress Tissa has taught me regarding accepting pain as more of a sensation to be enjoyed, rather than pain to be endured. But, truthfully this time i struggled. There is something that is painfully excruciating (for me) about that TENS unit being used on my penis. Even though Mistress Tissa informed me that She did not turn up the dial to a maximum load, it felt like a maximum load to me. When the electricity shot through my penis, i shot up off of the bondage table. The fact that Mistress Tissa had tied me to the table with ropes helped to keep me in place as the currents shot through my penis.
Finally, Mistress Tissa decided that i had enough and She slowly untied me and removed me from the body bag. Mistress Tissa then sat down in a chair in the corner of Her Temenos and directed me to lie on my back with my head close to Her feet. She then unzipped and removed Her long black boots, placing Her exquisite feet just inches from my head! i held my breath for what i hoped would happen next. It did! Mistress Tissa placed Her feet on my face. i breathed in deeply, trying to fill my lungs as much as possible with Her amazing scent. my mind began racing as i could not help but wonder if Mistress Tissa might allow me to worship Her feet in some way. Was this really happening? i was then as determined as ever to listen to every word that Mistress Tissa said to me for the next period of time, for two reasons. First, i wanted to make sure that if She gave me a directive to worship Her feet that i would do exactly what She told me. And second, i did not want to make any mistakes as to what Mistress Tissa expected of me. i very much wanted to please Her!
Here are just a few of the privileges that Mistress Tissa allowed me:
-Mistress Tissa pressed down on various parts of my body with Her feet.
-Mistress Tissa placed her feet directly on my face allowing me to breathe in her amazing scent.
-Mistress Tissa allowed me to kiss the bottom of her feet several times, actually twice, but who’s counting.
-Mistrsss Tissa placed her big toe in my mouth and instructed me to suck on it “once” and then “twice.” i did as i was told and loved that privilege more than i could have imagined. Actually, i was hoping She would say “three” but that did not happen. But, i was happy with “once or twice,” even though i was hoping for more.
Throughout, Mistress Tissa rubbed Her striking feet across my face. i loved every single second of O/our “foot session.” It was FANTASTIC!
O/our session soon ended and Mistress Tissa again informed me that She was pleased with the way i served Her. If She was “pleased,” i was ecstatic! Mistress Tissa, what can i say, You are truly an amazingly beautiful and captivating Goddess and i feel truly honored to be able to serve You! Thank You for a truly memorable session.
A gift from sub james