In The Light Of The Moon ~ a masturbation masquerade

You nervously knocked at the door, but were reassured by your Lady's mischievous smile, as she welcomed you in.  She would make certain that your concerns were appeased, as she promised in her recent invitation to you of a new adventure.  The invitation read:

Miss J.F. wrote that this would be an unusual event to harness the erotic power of the Full Moon.  The invitation list would include only her well-established friends who particularly enjoy activities under her tutelage, that could include bondage, blindfolds/masks, cbt, discipline, domination, and forced bi.  You trembled with excitement, thinking about the possibilities.  You had expressed your desires to your Lady about just exactly those things.  But being recognized was a deep-seated fear.  What if someone from work recognized you.  Just the thought of being discovered brought panic to your mind, scrambling your thoughts.

As you spoke privately later by phone with Miss J.F., she assured you that for those who harbored these very real fears, she had the perfect solution.  It would be very simple to arrange for arrivals to be spaced out, giving each person a moment to enter The Manor, and choose a seat for the adventure to come, placing a blindfold over the face until all had arrived.  If total anonymity was requested a full mask would suffice throughout the entire evening.  You could almost hear Miss J.F. grinning wickedly as she reminded you that she would secure you...or a part of you... in some fashion as well.

You laughed nervously and asked "What if...", but she interrupted to say that all safety measures, personal boundaries, and consensuality protocols would be her priority, in order for all to participate comfortably.  You knew this to be true, for in all the times you had visited her Chamber, even when an additional Domme or sub were invited, you always felt safe, but still dying with excitement.  So now, as you climbed the stairs to the Chamber, you grinned with crazy anticipation.  You were the first scheduled to arrive, and knew that you would have the opportunity to hear others arriving and being directed in the same way.  You suspected that others would be voyeuristic too, and that excitement was also fueling your fire.  

Once in the Chamber, she whispers, "Now, it is time.  I am going to peel off your clothing, revealing you to everyone who comes into this space.  You will be heard by all, seen by some, and definitely watched by me as I tease and tantalize you.  I will demand you follow my instructions, and take great pleasure to see how each and every one of my guests responds for me tonight,....in the light of the moon."

Marvelous May model of the 'Men in Rope' series

An attractive display of my slave's charms as

the Marvelous May model, 'Mistress, May I?'

Particularly exciting as things get a bit tighter 

when his focus on service is distracted by his lovely Lady's teasing.

Bare Feet and the Hazards of Spring

I love going barefoot but after a week of romping in The Secret Garden since the official start of 'Outdoor S*x' day on May 8th.....

...my feet are a mess! 

Dirty soles, calluses on my heels and big toes, 

and chipped toenail polish.

I have one foot worshiper who adores dirty feet, so much so that I will give him (and anyone else who finds this appealing) the opportunity to visit asap to enjoy the feel and smell of my bare feet all over his body.  But then, I am very much in need of the restoration of my pretty feet.  

Are you talented in pampering feet?  

Soaking and massaging

rejuvenating the soft skin and 

painting my toes a bright color?

Or perhaps you wish to schedule a visit

to the nail salon for a pedicure for us both?!

Let's turn my feet into a work of art again.

****

If feet are a true fetish of yours, 

you should meet The Pretty, Prim, and Proper Housewife,

one of my favorite role-plays.

Caution:  she is kind, but somewhat cruel!

The Secret Garden

It's my favorite time of year, when the warmer weather beckons me into The Secret Garden, daydreaming of an admirer holding me close under the cherry tree to murmur words against the softness of my neck, making me breathless with desire.

My intimate friends are few, for I am quite selective in choosing only those I feel would truly appreciate and adore me, as is my way with those special people in my life.  Chemistry and charm are key,but even a thoughtfully written introduction may not shed enough light from a hopeful new friend.  Often the only way I can ascertain if I wish to fully reveal my sensual gifts with a lover is to start with an evening of wine and dining.  I believe this will be the secret key to future inquiries for those longing for my companionship.

I love the flow of this song, much like the flow of conversation with a charming new friend.  And with that flow comes revealing parts of yourself, as you open up with trust and tenderness.  To those who find such surprise and sweetness with me, an invitation awaits to enter my Secret Garden.  We will take the path to where the sun and breezes touch our secret spots, dip our toes into bubbling fountain of the pond, and the laughter of our discovery together mingles with the lilt of the bird-songs wafting down from the surrounding wood.

Amazing April model in the 'Men in Rope' series

Here is our Amazing April model, 'Dragonfly Deference'

Note the loving hands holding him carefully, gently.  I do adore such a sincere gift for my birthday!

Rite of Spring with The Goddess

Spring cannot arrive without the longing for a primal, ritualistic scene of massive proportions, with a sacrificial lamb (consensual, of course) surrendering to the deepest, darkest desires of The Goddess.

As music is always my magic wand, creating an atmosphere to spiral you into the depths of my devious doings, here is a taste of what you would experience in my presence.

A scene from the start of such a ritual, slowing peeling back the layers of my sacrificial lamb.

March Madness model of the 'Men in Rope' series

 Here is our March Madness model, 'Wearing of the Green'

I especially like how there is leverage possible to raise the ankles and secure them overhead, for whatever need there may be in the mischievous Mistress' mind on St. Patrick's Day.

Green hemp rope courtesy of the best rope supplier ever and a local company as well - Twisted Monk.

It's the month of LOVE! And the Fabulous February model of the 'Men in Rope' series

What do I love?

I love tying men up.  Yes, I adore tying women up as well, but so rarely seen are bondage photos of men, that I simply had to do something about it.  I believe I shall start posting a monthly view of one of the many opportunities I take from the men who visit me.  I think it is important to see bodies of all shapes and sizes...ages too.  I know this will be opening up a can of worms, but I will begin the conversation of how important it is for us to see ourselves as acceptable in all these aspects - shape, size, age.  Not a simple feat, but it can certainly start with Miss J.F.s marvelous studio of willing subjects excited to be one of her bondage explorations!

It should be noted to those who are curious about being a model for me -- it will not hurt....unless expressly requested.

Here is our FABULOUS FEBRUARY model, 'Taking A Seat'

You are not going anywhere, darling!

Do you know Seattle's Sophisticated Seductress?

Who is Seattle's Sophisticated Seductress?

I am a mature, sensual, spirited woman

who has found a whole new hedonistic adventure along my life-path,

with laughter, lust, openness, and acceptance 

the keys in making my life full of passion and meaning.

What better way to feel alive?

~~~

The Many Interests of JOY

Charming Companion and Spirited Sweetheart ~ Joy Full

I delight in sharing company with mature people, passionate about life and learning.  Men, women, gender-fluid individuals, and couples of all shapes, sizes and abilities.  It is open-heartedness and respect that I seek and find especially endearing, as well as a ready smile. Whether we meet for a night out on the town for dinner and the symphony, a cheery cup of coffee and a meandering walk through an art museum, holding your hand in an exploratory workshop at the local sex-positive center, or pursuits in a more private setting that leave our hearts pulsating...if you seek my time and presence, we will explore together based on our unique blend of interests and curiosities.

Goddess of Touch ~ Joy

In this sacred space I invite you awake your senses with the Goddess' exquisite touch.  With a background in the Tantric Arts, Reiki, Massage, and Music-, Aroma-, and Hydro-Therapies I devote my feminine presence, intuitive touch, and full heart to those seeking relaxation and rejuvenation.  Offerings include Goddess Touch, Sacred Bath Ceremonies, Sacred Male G Spot Massage, Couple's Bliss, and Elysium®.  Revel in this intimate touch that leaves your spirit soaring and toes curling.

Sensual Domme ~ Miss J.F. ~ Joyce Fulbright

I enjoy weaving a web of mischief with rope, inspired by the ancient Japanese art of erotic rope bondage called Shibari.  Of course, I have many enticing ideas tucked up my sleeve, including Bondassage® and Elysium®, the ultimate in exhilarating kinky massages and luxurious sensual touch explorations.  I am a devious disciplinarian with a sadistic streak for those sincere-minded folk who find great satisfaction in service and domestic training.  Additionally, if percussive play, sensory deprivation/overload, and tie and tease sessions to full-blown role-plays are your cup of tea, I am just the right Lady...kind, but slightly cruel...to firmly put you in your place.

I invite you to explore this world with me in a variety of experiences 
from the playful to the profound.

I offer you an attentive ear, a compassionate spirit, a generous laugh, 
and a beguiling smile.

Be sure to visit my websites for more information and to familiarize yourself 
with my expectations.

Completing the contact form on either of my websites is the best way to get in touch.

Travel News - Visiting Portland - Thursday, Jan. 21 and Friday, Jan. 22!

Visiting Chicago in February 2016.

I look forward to making your acquaintance.

With laughter and a loving touch,

Joy

Seattle's Sophisticated Seductress
Perfecting the HeART of the Courtesan

Sweetheart ~ Lusty Adventures ~ Flirty Tweets ~ Sensual Domme

Celebrate the Winter Solstice with a Winter Goddess

Traditions include kissing under the mistletoe!

I'm also in search of a sturdy Yule Log.

S*x-Starved?!

This is a sweet, humorous, realistic look at a serious issue in relationships.

Feel lonely?

Shamed?

Rejected?

Need to talk to someone?  Someone safe, sane, and s*x-positive with intuitive and compassionate ideas for you to consider?

for Comfort and Joy...

visit Joy.

Spreading the Warmth

Spreading the Warmth...

of soft eyes crinkling in the corners as they gaze at you endearingly

of a sweet smile that says 'I want you....now'

of knowing hands that caress and linger in all the right places

of a smack that surprises and exhilarates you in ways that you want to explore

of heated oil drizzling in your body's crevices that feed you with delicious sensations

of heartbeats pounding and gasping breath...did we really experience that?!

 
~ after an Elysium session ~

Let's go one step further.

Spreading the Warmth...

of a winter coat to shield from the bitter cold.

of a pair of gloves to ease freezing fingertips.

of a thick pair of socks to help toes stay toasty.

of a blanket to make blissful sleep a real possibility.

 
~ during a blizzard ~

***

One is a pure indulgence. 

Another is a pure need.

Which do you consider?

Or perhaps both are within your means.

If so, I am collecting indulgent moments and donations for those in need. I will honor your thoughtfulness with an additional 15 minutes. Donations being accepted now through December 6 for the organization I am supporting.

Thank you for warming the cockles of my soul 

A Tux for my Lady

What does a discerning gentleman wear to impress 

a Sophisticated Sensual Domme upon meeting her for the first time?

A tux, of course.  Wasn't that a thoughtful surprise for me to uncover? 

And I do love to unwrap my surprises!

That was not the only surprise this thoughtful fellow 

brought to the table, so to speak.  

How I adore a responsive play-toy and a fabulous connection making a power exchange even more titillating for not just him, but also for me.

I wonder how many of my boy-toys fully participate in our scenes.

And how many of them actually seek to discover 

how best to please their Lady.

They know I'm not going to make it easy for them, 

but it will most certainly be worth their effort!

"Anything that makes you happy, my Lady"

Friday the 13th - An Erotic Story

I set up a duo with Miss J.F. and Mistress Ivy for a domination session on Friday the 13th.  

Both ladies are thoughtful, beautiful, know what they’re doing extremely well, and are wicked at the same time. They both took turn dominating me by spanking, flogging and warming me up for the big show. 

While Mistress Ivy was giving it to me from the backside, I was giving Miss J.F.’s blue monster a good sucking. Some one thought I should wear a pig’s nose and anytime the word pig was mentioned I was to squeal like a stuck pig. Soon after getting poked from behind and continual spankings, I could see Miss Ivy was up to no good. She proceeded to finger my backside and then the next I knew, her whole hand was inside of me.  Miss J. F. took her turn and started what I would say was the best PM I’ve ever had. She kept on milking the walnut till I was ready to spill, then whoops her whole hand slipped inside of me thrusting like crazy; all the while I was admiring Mistress Ivy’s backside with my tongue. Then I don’t know who thought of this, but they held hands and both went deep inside of me. All I can say is 'oh what a feeling'. 

Then came the big finale, I was told to lay on the floor and both of them gave me a shower of all showers. I didn’t know one’s body could hold so much. The sweet nectar was nice and warming. They said I wasn't going to spill the beans this time, as they were the dominant ones. Then off to the shower for a good scrub down. I will definitely repeat for they know how to play and react off of their personalities.

Bed and Breakfast at The Manor - An Erotic Story

"Hi!  I'm Joyce."

Her name is what first caught my eye, and reading her listing on a national site for local rentals intrigued me.  I travel a great deal in my work and I appreciate a quiet setting away from the bustle and crowds, yet I want to be close to the business district downtown.  I read that the bus route was located a block away and a quick 10 minute ride to my office building.  The biggest plus was the entire house, obviously an older vintage from the photos, would be at my disposal for the hostess was often on adventures of her own as a philanthropist in the performing arts.  

"Lovers of the classical arts will find old world charm and serenity during their stay."  That was another intriguing part.  Being an aficionado of classical music, I did not find it common to find this description in a listing.  Rarely did hosts have classical music available In the locations I had stayed around the country.   I had a sly curiosity to sneak a peek at music collections, often gathering enough evidence for admiration or ridicule based on what I found.  This point will be important further along in my story.

Reserving an overnight stay was simple.  I received a reply within the hour confirming the availability of the date and a few friendly comments welcoming me.  I didn't pay them much mind.  One can travel so often, as to become somewhat jaded with making travel arrangements.  But then she also apologized for being on the premises during my stay as she did not have plans to be away on the date I reserved.  She inquired if my preference would be to have the whole house to myself, and I assured her it was not necessary.  She promised she would be practically invisible and provide my every comfort.  And that is where this story takes a bit of a turn.

The date of my stay soon arrived.  Knocking at the door of a quaint older home I was surprised to see lovely woman perhaps 10-15 years older, sweet shy smile, classy and elegant.  Her voice drew me in... "Welcome to the manor"

She showed me around and led me to my room.  I had every amenity I could ask for, even a robe and slippers for wearing to the shared restroom.  And then I was left alone to unpack and unwind.  A fine bottle of wine and glass on the side table.

The strains of piano music could be heard in the distance.  I recognized it as a  Brahms Intermezzo. A well known piece, made popular to non-classical fans in some Tom Selleck movie.   I laid back on the bed to listen and relax and fell into a deep sleep.  I woke up starving.  Leaving my room and finding my hostess downstairs, I asked for her recommendations for dining nearby.   Even invited her to join me and we had a terrific time out.  Great conversation.  She was a really interesting, vibrant companion.  A welcome respite from the typical 'find the closest place and eat alone' scenario in my travels.  She suggested I would enjoy dessert back at the house, claiming she had just the thing for my sweet tooth, and I could enjoy that bottle of wine.

Back at the house we headed back to my room to retrieve the wine, when I noticed the tree with coils of rope hanging from the branches in my room.  Seeing my curiosity she stated, "I have unusual interests."

"Tell me more." I encouraged her.

In a flash of a second, my hands were bound together and she grinned up at me..."Surprise!"

And in the next moment my hands were pulled up and behind my head, as she secured the rope to my body.

"Wellllll," I laughed nervously.

Placing one hand on my chest and slowly inching me back into the wall, she murmured, "I like men.  Powerful men. Confident men.  Cute men."

"Thank you ," I stammered, still a bit surprised.

"Now, how about that dessert?" she asked, totally diffusing what was becoming rather uncomfortable for me.  Unsure of her intent, and ....errr...becoming rather aroused with her attention.  "Yes," I blurted out, "that sounds like a good idea."  However, she did not release me from my bounds, and instead quickly secured me somehow to points on the wall hidden by a curtain.  I had to speak up, "What ARE you doing?"  Laughing some more.

"Oh darling," she looked into my eyes.  "Exactly as I wish."  And proceeded to take off her panties and stuff them in my mouth, before she left the room.  I couldn't move, and just tried to catch my breath, thinking she's just having a bit of fun.  I saw the twinkle in her eyes.

I heard the piano music off in the distance again.  I love that piece, but was distracted as she returned and placed a tray of some decadent chocolate-y thing in front of me.  Wondering what she would do next, I waited quietly and to my surprise, my clothes were slowly removed as she admired and caressed me.  Really, what guy doesn't want some hot, older gal having her way with him, but this was a bit surreal.  When she got to my shirt, opened a few buttons, and slipped her hand inside over my bare chest, I could feel the heat emanating from her.  My eyes were half-closed in the pleasure of being touched in such a way, but immediately gasped as I felt something cold touch me in a place a deep shocking cold should never go.

What she did next with me and to me with that dessert was both disturbing and damn sexy, that is, after she finally removed her panties from my mouth.   She was so devilish and full of mischief.  The women I knew didn't have this confidence or sense of .......what was it?  A commanding, yet very sensual way about her.  I should be very clear and share that it never occurred to me that I was in danger, like some stories I had read about unwary travelers at BnB's in the news.

She reminded me that she had promised to provide my every comfort, and unbound the ropes from the wall long enough to urge me to lay down on the bed.  "I also promised you I would be practically invisible"

And at that point she quickly pulled a hood over my head, had me positioned on my stomach, and was securing the ropes on my wrists to the bed and adding binds to my ankles, so that I was bound spread-eagle to the bed.  I must be tired, I thought, for I was practically submitting to her every move.

Remembering her words, 'exactly as I wish,' I realized I was basically her captive to be toyed with, and frankly the rest of the night was a blur.  Punctuated throughout the night was the haunting piano music, almost as a mantra or a sensual symbol of her and she came and went, for I was locked in my room and completely at her mercy.  I would fall into a deep sleep from exhaustion after she explored me in ways I had never experienced, only to be roused by a soft caress or a murmuring in my ear and the now hypnotic sounds of the piano music.  "No, no, darling, I"m not through with you yet."  I never thought myself to be a kinky fellow, but the things she subjected me to were pushing me over the edge, and deeper and deeper as the night went on.  

I woke to the smell of coffee brewing and moved to sit up when I realized my wrists were still bound to the bed.  I had not dreamed it after all.  I called out, "Hello?  Joyce?"  A few moments later she entered, smiling and bright-eyed, with a tray of coffee and pastries, as I heard the familiar piano music in the background, "Good Morning, how did you sleep?"

It's International S*X Day!

International SAX Day, that is!

Here's a little treat for you that makes me feel all starry-eyed -

I recall the story

That night of love and glory

A night that left my heart romantic scars 

We stood so near to heaven 

That I reached clear to heaven 

And gathered you a handful of stars 

Sweet remembered hour 

When love began to flower 

With moonlight through the trees like silver balls 

And as the moon grew older 

I reached across your shoulder 

And gathered you a handful of stars 

I placed my fingertips upon your lips 

And stars fell in your eyes 

Moonglow made a halo of your hair 

Suddenly you looked at me and dreams began to rise 

Oh, what things unspoken trembled in the air 

Our hearts were madly beating 

And then our lips were meeting 

And Venus seemed to melt right into Mars 

Then while we stood caressing 

Blue heaven sent a blessing 

A shower of a handful of stars.

Then again, if I'm feelin' real good, REAL good, I'd listen to this -

Then there are times I might like a different spin - 

oh yea!

An Erotic Story - My Trip to Elysium

Recently, Joy, or her kinkier persona - Joyce Fulbright, became certified in the practice of Bondassage and Elysium.  She is now offering that experience to all of us lucky guys, and even some ladies!  

From the website, I found the following basic description:

“Elysium stretches your sensual boundaries, transporting you to new realms of pleasure with soft, silk bondage and sensory focusing tools. Alternating soft brush strokes, excruciatingly slow massage, and expert caresses, Elysium brings you the ultimate sensual experience.....”

Joy told me that this was a must session to come for, so off I went!

She met me at the door, full of her trademark giggles, smiles, and hugs telling me I was I for a special treat…………and I was!

After my shower, she led me to her playplace, put me face down, and proceeded to tie my arms and legs to the table loosely with soft silken ties. This is an optional part of the session, but it does add to the sensory deprivation, even if they are not tight, and can be great fun when done by someone as trustful as Joy! When she was done with that, she added a blindfold, and put on a set of full coverage headphones which blocked out all sound, except the wonderful, relaxing, and perfect music.

She then proceeded to have her way with me, and treat me to one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had!

Because she deprived me completely of most my senses (except the important one of being touched), everything she did next was totally enhanced.

Whether it be a stroke, or a touch in a totally different and unexpected place, or just a little kiss somewhere, I never knew just what to expect next, and Joy was able to read my body language exquisitely, making sure that the next touch was going to do its magic!!

She was easily able to keep me hanging right on the edge for what seemed like forever, both before and after the flip, and the spill, when it finally came, was absolutely out of this world!

This was an extreme experience, full of total sensory overload, but carefully controlled by Joy to never cross into the realms of discomfort. It is an experience not to be missed, and I highly recommend you go and give it a test flight!!

You will not be disappointed!!!!!

Joy is extremely excited about these two new offerings, and she puts her all into it!

When I have recovered sufficiently, I will be back to try the more intense version, Bondassage!

Here's That Rainy Day...

Gazing out the window... 

Thinking of you after you've gone. 

Recalling the soft pattering of raindrops on the window as we entwined our thoughts and limbs around each other. 

Lost in the velvety grey clouds and our slow caresses on satiny skin, 

til breathless we sink back to our world with cozy consciousness.

Lady Fulbright's School of Service and Slave Training

School is now in session.

Lady Fulbright

Sincere students should apply HERE.

International Day of ??

Here's a little riddle for you.  See if you can answer this before you scroll down further:

The [??????] in this [???] will give you so much and ask for so little in return.  Treat [??] nice.  Do not freeze [??] or leave [??] in your hot car with the windows rolled up.  [??] wants to get right to work, so take [??] out, grind [??] well and give [??] a hot bath.  [??]'ll be the time of your life.

Here is a little music to help you ponder.  Think of Jeopardy music, only classier.

Did you figure it out?  Here is another hint:

A portion of the music written by Bach (above) translates as:  ""If three times a day I can't drink my little cup of [??????}, then I would become so upset that I would be like a dried-up piece of roast goat.""

Did that give away the answer?

How about a little more mood music?

So, now that you have filled in the blank with "The coffee in this bag...", wasn't it fun to imagine other potentials?  Come visit me and I'll whisper my naughty secret answers in your ear.  After all, 'grind' and 'hot bath' were included in the above statement.  There must be some fun involved!

And I'll teach you how to serve me the perfect cuppa, if you dare to try out a short play-time with Lady Fulbright of the School for Service and Slave Training.

By the way, today is supposedly the very first of the celebration - International Day of Coffee!

From The New INTERCOURSES an aphrodisiac cookbook:

Nothing beats a cup of joe.  It's everywhere, all the time.  It probably became an aphrodisiac by default.  We drink it in the morning to wake up.  We drink it after dinner to close the meal.  We have coffee in bed, on the couch, at the table.  We mix it with cream or sugar, or skim and fake sugar, or honey, no cream please.  We ice it down when we're hot.  We froth it up when we're cool.  We drink regular, decaffeinated, imported, gourmet, flavored, blended.  We use instant granules for speed, a French press for the richest taste, and a programmable drip for a Monday morning alarm.  Whether in fine china or a mug, a demitasse or tall Italian glass, coffee is an aphrodisiac we use daily.

Who knows why anyone first believed the coffee bean enhanced love?  Maybe it's the dark, rich color of a freshly brewed pot.  Or its pleasingly bitter scent wafting through the air.  Or the jolt of caffeine it pumps through our blood.  Or its alkaloids that help maintain sexual performance and delay the inevitable for a few sweet, luscious second.  Or maybe it's just because when you offer someone coffee, you are welcoming them to sit down and stay awhile.  And friendliness is always attractive.