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.

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!

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?"

My 'little flower'

I'm delighted to announce a new blossom, 

My 'little flower', in My Secret Garden.  

A beautiful blossom, eager to serve her Lady 

and bring a new level of pleasure to The Manor.

How thrilled I was to have My 'little flower' and a 'precious pet' 

present themselves as birthday candles at a

unique pre-birthday party!

Yes, you can imagine I had several of My birthday wishes come true!

I do have to admit that My 'little flower' had to sit in the corner for some of her impertinence.  Then again, My 'precious pet' was in the corner too for being such a 'dirty dog'.  I had to be rather careful to watch out for their shenanigans, but turning My 'precious pet' into a living pinata did the trick for him and...

...My 'little flower' found some titillation settled her down.

I loved how willingly she accepted the birthday spankings for her Lady,

and I could have sworn she wanted more.

It will be interesting to see how My 'little flower' blooms under my tender care

in such a decadent and fertile environment as The Manor!

Here comes Peter Cottontail...

Who knows what decadence occurs within The Manor?

The Easter Bunny came to visit and enjoyed pampering The Lady of The Manor.  Fetching the eggs hidden in the Secret Garden, sweeping a pathway for his Lady,

bringing her refreshments, and soothing her feet

plus other unmentionables.

Don't ask where his little cottontail is!

Kinky Boots

So, my gentleman friend tells me he is coming to town to see Kinky Boots.  I told him he could come by and see my kinky boots.

Like these...

Or maybe these...

Though I'm a bit partial to these red ones...

And you know I can't resist a bit of bondage with a sexy pair of boots...

But I knew that he was going to see the musical, which I hear has a great score by Cyndi Lauper.  I'm told it is an emotional button-pusher about finding your passion, overcoming prejudice, and transcending stereotypes.  Hmm, button-pusher - check, finding your passion - check, overcoming prejudice - check, transcending stereotypes - check.  Sounds like me in a nutshell!

I'm going to have to make a point of seeing this show, but I knew he would not be able to include me, at least this time, on one his few opportunities to get to Seattle.  So, I invited him to take a peek at these boot selections and pick out his favorite for our next steamy visit.   I'll make sure give him the whole picture, so to speak. Which ones would you pick?

From the musical:  "The sex is in the heel, so just embrace it."

An Erotic Story

I have seen Joy quite a few times over the last few years and we have developed quite a close relationship during that time!

So much so, that when I see with her now, I rarely specify what type of visit I want that day………which results in some delightful surprises!!

I am never quite sure who will answer the door this time…….the delightful Joy, with her joyous smile at full force, or her evil twin, Miss J.F. (Mischief), with an equally large smile, albeit much more on the wicked side, or Dr. Full, with her very cold stethoscope in her hands!

This time, from the force of the hug that I got, I thought it was Joy…..I then turned around to say hello to the most important soul in that household…….Lil Beast was very gracious about letting me make a fuss over her and say hi!!

But, then, when I turned around, Joy had disappeared, and there stood Mischief!!  Right about then, I knew I was in trouble!!

She took me upstairs, and, after a quick shower, she tied me down to her new bondage bed, which has a multitude of tie down places…….which she then used to great effect, all the time giggling in that wonderfully evil way that Mischief has!!

Then, she had her way with me, in whatever manner she chose at the time, including writing her ownership of me all over my body!!

But, as mischievous as she was, she was very attentive to my safety, and always made sure that I was having a good time, and I was, right to the end and a wonderful spill!!

Then, some lovely aftercare, a shower, another fuss over Lil Beast, some more wonderful hugs, and it was unfortunately all over, and I had to leave!

Joyfull has been a friend for over 6 wonderful years, and has transformed from a somewhat shy (yes, really!!) new playmate, to one of the most imaginative ladies I know.  Her scenes are always different (or the same, if you prefer..just let her know what you want),always lots of fun, and always very satisfying!!

I run, and never walk to see this lovely lady as soon as I can be in town, and I'm always grateful that I did!!

Santa has been naughty and Mrs. Claus NAILED him!

You know how it is.  Husbands overworking or straying from their responsibilities at home.  Mrs. Claus has the same problem and finally determined to put a stop to it.

Seriously, does she have to put up all the decorations and deck the tree alone.  Not this year!

How perfect for the Claus family Christmas letter!

Does she have to bake all the cookies and direct the elves to iron the napkins all alone? 
Not this year!

And how YUMMY his cookies were!  But the picture of Santa ironing was too pouty to share.  

Bad boy!

Does she HAVE to wait til December 26th to get any good luvin' from her honey?  Not this year!

Especially if she nails him down and has her way with him.  After all Santa's workshop is full of all the right materials for making exactly that happen.

This reminded Mrs. Claus of their younger years, when Santa Claus looked handsome as a lumberjack dressed in his flannel PJs and his wood was always ready for attention!

Thank goodness Mrs. Claus has some carpentry skills.

This has been the best Christmas season for Mrs. Claus YET!

An Erotic Story

 A Sultan's Dream

Some weeks ago, Joy and I were discussing our mutual interest in extended, multiple orgasms, and possible ways we could get together to try to carry on some...hands on research.

We happened to go down a bunny trail involving the quite explicit Richard Burton translation of “One Thousand and One Nights”, and were wondering if 1001 orgasms was possible... 

Joy sent me a wicked proposal a few days later, daring me on.   I shall simply quote her offered scene here:

The Sultan, a despot of note in lands near and far, arrives at his palace to demand the service of several of his favorite concubines, dancing seductively and entreating him to succumb to their charms.  How can he resist?

The time flies by at the hands of his lovely maidens and careful watch of his chief eunuch.  The Sultan's orgasmic abilities become an even greater legend in the land, until it is time to prepare for the evening feast.  As always the feast for a Sultan is a ‘Sensory Tasting Experience Extraordinaire' with entertainment fit for such a noble entity. 

As the night beckons, he is soothed and caressed by more of his cherished concubines into a heightened state of bliss before slipping into slumber.

I hesitate to give you too many details, for I love giving your curiosity a tease.  Let's just say...

He dreams of fresh new sensations as he awakens with his prize concubine, eager to match her Sultan's numerous orgasmic state.  And she does all that is necessary, with the aid of other palace staff to bring her Sultan to a frenzied state of being, as she exceeds his orgasmic abilities in ways he never dared to consider.  He surrenders to her insatiable lust, at that point he is hers and the power has been reversed.  However, once her lustful, wicked desires have been met, she is benevolent, ever passionate about their mutual needs, and sees to a delicious light feast and a final ecstatic chapter of heavenly proportion.  The Sultan is newly reborn as he heads off for distant lands and new adventures with his dear concubine ever held close in his heart.

I was captivated by her excitement and her clear desire to plan and execute something likely to be a once-in-a-lifetime event - and so we made arrangements. (I’ll give you a tip - when a witty, intelligent, motivated courtesan freely offers up something incredible that seems to stimulate her imagination, you would do very well to go along with the flow!)

When I arrived, it was all she had promised, and beyond.   Joy had completely redecorated her lovely place as an Arabian palace from the time of myths.  And she wasn’t alone. There were palace servants, concubines, eunuchs, slaves, The Overseer (a surprise guest appearance by one of Seattle’s finest dommes),  the always-lovely palace Chef, and others.   I think she recruited half the kinky community of Seattle to join in at various times in various roles. 

Our first day was an endless wide-ranging sensory experience for all.   Feasting, dancing, music, orgies large and small, a dinner/theater expedition to a fascinating public setting where sensual play was quite possible, many-handed massage, and much more. Somehow however the evening ended quite late with me restrained to the bed, still raging with passion and desire, forced to sleep quietly until a very early morning began just a few hours later, while my prized concubine, now my Sultana, snuck off to her own bed chamber to continue her own evening diversions...

The next day somehow made the previous one look absolutely tame by comparison…   I had hardly opened my eyes before the Sultana was upon me, making her never-ending needs known...

Unimaginable depraved delights and decadences transpired for the rest of the day.  There were orgies *far* more wicked than the previous day’s.   A wonderful meal cooked by one of the finest and loveliest chefs in Seattle, and served by a multi-talented Eunuch.  A demanding Sultana to distract. Slaves to punish.  And slaves to pleasure. Instruction in some of the lost sensual arts of the Orient.  And so much more.   Imagine your most decadent possibilities, and then go past that point...

This affair was simply an incredible effort on Joy’s part, and that of her many friends and associates.   I’m still giddy, and it is nearly a week later.

If you are in the mood for truly exceptional play, don’t hesitate to talk with Joy about your ideas!  She has incredible skills, a wonderful attitude, and electrifying enthusiasm - you won’t be disappointed.

An Erotic Story

The Neighbor

 

I am that nice guy neighbor down the street from you, in my well-kept house. I am friendly and cordial, always with a hello to my neighbors and a helping hand if asked, but I mostly keep to myself, and all you can guess of me is that I am either lifelong single or perhaps divorced a long time ago, but clearly a sweetheart of a guy. There is no guile to me – what you see is what you get.

 

I know similarly little about you. You are that nice woman up the block, living alone as far as I know, and likewise polite but not intrusive socially. Little do I know that behind closed doors you have adventures I only dream of.

 

One day you get curious and decide to find out about this quiet neighbor of yours. Perhaps I am gay. Perhaps I simply wish to be alone.  Perhaps I am creepier than I let on.  Perhaps I was just never lucky enough to find that special someone, and my introvert nature isn’t conducive to chasing women for one-night stands.  (That is your guess, and you are seldom wrong about people.)

 

So you come over to my house on a Friday evening, and breezily say, “I’ve seen you for years in the neighborhood, I think it’s silly that longtime neighbors should not know each other,” and you invite me over for tea the next day. Being merely cordial on the outside (but flattered and intrigued on the inside), of course I say yes.

At 2pm Saturday I knock on your door. You open it with that patented charming smile of yours, and I am instantly put at ease. We sit down, have a lovely cup of tea, find out a little about each other.  You quickly figure out that I am just as nice as you imagined, and probably just as lonely, and you know your inclinations about me were correct.

 

Then you show me a lovely roundish loveseat that you have in your living room. “Would you like to sit down with me here?” you coyly say, leaving unsaid the plain fact that the only way we can sit down in this loveseat is to be cuddled up closely together.

 

“Of course,” I say, intrigued at the prospect of being close to you but not allowing myself to believe that anything more than sitting together is what you have in mind. I have been alone for so long that I just don’t think that way anymore.

 

You invite me to sit down, and you tell me I’ll have to stretch out lengthwise for both of us to fit. You invite me to take off my shoes and socks, and of course I do. You slip in next to me, and the only way we fit on the mini-couch is for you to cuddle up close to me, put your head on my chest, and let me wrap my arm around you.

 

You take a deep breath and whisper, “Isn’t this nice?”

 

I concur, taking in the fact that I have not been this close to a woman in such a long time.

 

You put your hand on my chest and let it lie there, waiting for my reaction. Knowing men as you do, you can sense the thrill I feel, the simple yet profound gratitude at feeling a woman’s touch. You slowly start to move your hand across my chest, back and forth, sharing simple human touch and putting me into an almost hypnotic state.

 

Your questions about me disappear. You know me completely – I am not gay, I am not anti-social, I am not anti-sexual, I am not afraid of contact – on the contrary, I crave it perhaps more than anyone you know. You know that you are the greatest gift there could be in my life.

 

You know already that I will do anything you want. Your hand moves over my chest, over my stomach. You reach up and sensually touch my face, my eyes, my neck, my ears. You lean over close and kiss my neck as I convulse with pleasure.

 

You slowly unbutton my shirt, using a single finger to stroke down my breastbone, making me arch with joy.

 

My shirt finally open, you lean over and place your lips over my nipple, licking it and driving me wild with desire.

 

As for me, I still cannot believe this. Never in my life has such a casual encounter turned into this kind of life-changing experience. This just doesn’t happen.

 

You know exactly what I’m thinking. You know I still can’t register that this is really happening. “But it is,” you think to yourself with a knowing smile. You know exactly what you are doing to me, you know how enthralled I am, and you love the power you have in being able to give such pleasure.

 

My shirt fully unbuttoned, you finally make it plainly sexual. Your hand goes down, down, down, until you are circling my cock, but of course it was at full attention long before you got this far. My eyes are closed, I can no longer think, I am hypnotized by the pleasure.

 

Finally you stand up, and wordlessly take my hand. You help me stand up (I am nearly helpless), and you lead me over to the massage table. My shirt already unbuttoned, you kneel down, unbutton my pants, and take them down along with my boxers. I am nude before you.

 

You grasp me by the and and lead me to the massage table. I feel I am in a different universe, I still do not grasp that this is the sexual world I lost so long ago.

You lay me down on the massage table, put a pillow behind my head, and then wordlessly grasp a cord you have nearby and tie it to my left ankle, and then to the support post on the massage table. You repeat the same with my right.

 

Still in my semi-hypnotic state, I lie there and comply wordlessly.

 

You then grasp my left wrist, and similarly tie it to the massage table support to my upper left, and then do the same with my right wrist.

 

I am now tied down, helpless. I know what is happening but my logical brain can’t accept it. In fact, all of my thinking capabilities are shut down. I am in the moment, simply experiencing, with no idea and no expectation of what will come next.

 

Now it’s your turn. You understand full well what mush you’ve turned me into, and you are fully aware that at this point I am your sexual slave.

 

So you decide why not take some pleasure for yourself. A couple of touches, a couple of licks, and I am fully erect.

 

You position yourself over me and mount me. I am helpless, I can do nothing but twitch uncontrollably. You have utter control. You move up and down, back and forth, in and out, finding whatever motions maximize your own pleasure. I am your plaything. You know your own body best, and you use that to your advantage. You build your own pleasure, bit by bit by bit, until you are trembling.

 

As for me, I have entered an unknown world. The pleasure I feel and the mental place I’m in are completely foreign to me. All I know is that this is better than I ever imagined Heaven could be.

 

You tremble and climax - once, twice, a third time. In my muddled mental state, I lose count. Four times? Seven times? Who am I to know. But I see your face, distorted by the pleasure, and even in my compromised state I am gratified.

 

With you finally satiated, now you narrow your eyes and decide it’s my turn. You sit on the table, slide your thighs under mine, and move close so your mouth is positioned directly over my cock.

 

I cannot believe any of this.

You bend over, close your mouth over me, and begin to deliver the greatest pleasure I have ever experienced. I twitch, I convulse, I lose all control. But I am helpless.  I cannot stop this no matter what I do.  I surrender to the fact that I am yours.

 

I have no idea what you do. I have no idea who I am. I have no idea that a world outside this room even exists.

 

And why should I?

 

An Erotic Story

A Great Evening with Miss J.F. and Miss Ava

 

Just had a great experience this past weekend with two amazing women: Miss J.F. and Mistress Ava. I had never met Miss Ava and from my short time with her I really got to like her a lot - both during our scene and later talking to her and hanging out a bit....extremely bright, easy to talk to and very attractive :-) . Miss J.F. was her extraordinary self.

By way of a short overview of the evening itself, they were both in all black when I got there and immediately set the stage for several rounds of forced exercise - one of my suggestions to Miss J.F. to build a scenario from (still sore from the push-ups!!!) followed by some bondage and flogging...loved every minute of it....

The evening continued with dinner and more wickedness and eventually it was time to say goodbye - first with Mistress Ava and much later with Miss J.F. With the former it was such a pleasure to meet and hope our paths can cross again. With the latter it is always wistful (if that's the right word) with the feeling that you know you'll be back but you never want it to end in the first place.

Miss J.F. now has her own website!

It was time, for I've been combining information for both Joyfull and Miss J.F. (pronounced Mischief).  Who is Miss J.F.?  It's ME, but represents my kinkier persona that you know is Wild About Rope! 

It tickles me to have one gentleman friend explain it this way -

Joyfull is basically a Goddess, totally beloved, well-reviewed, intuitive, smart, hot, sexy, sympathetic, a good listener, a great cook, and as handy as Gene Autry with a length of rope, if you're into that kind of thing (p.s. you'll be the calf).  Miss J.F. is Joyfull's kinkier persona.  If you're at all curious about Shibari, this is a rare chance to get tied up by a kind-hearted top who actually knows what she's doing.  Miss J.F. is the only one I'd trust to truss me. And even if you're as vanilla as the center of a Klondike bar, I'd still recommend her to any sapiosexual (look it up!). Oh, and did I mention she's total dynamite between the sheets? You should really give her a try.

So, you who are so deliciously French Vanilla, need not ever worry about rope or bondage or strap-ons ever finding way into our blissful encounters.

.......unless you ask for it.

Those folk who find kinky play to be a curious new adventure and wish to safely explore once to satisfy their curiosity, or for those who regularly crave a spicier experience in their play and enjoy shivering in anticipation of a mischievous vixen about to have their way with them....

 this is for you! 

 

Enjoy!  

Introducing Miss J.F. ....and a bit of mischief!

What better time to make an introduction 

than on a night dark with mischief-making?

Miss J.F. aka Joyfull

   

Mischief-maker in her new Shibari-inspired room

My friends know I've had a bit of mischief tucked up my  sleeve,

as I've been creating a special room in my love-nest,

devoted to my Shibari-inspired rope art and a suitable space

for the slightly kinky mischief I've been enjoying with so many of you.

You will see

with this introduction of Miss J.F. and her specific charms, namely

the continuation of Shibari Sessions, and the additions of

rope bondage combined with healing touch table time, 

as well as fetish explorations.

Rest assured for those of my friends who prefer the attention of their sweetheart, Joyfull,

and find this type of mischief-making alarming,

for Miss J.F.'s devilish ways are only available by request. 

Miss J.F. is the one to request when you wish 

to try her ropes on for size.

Miss J.F. is the one to request when you seek a gentle, 

but firm new type of touch.

Miss J.F. is the one to request when you've made the decision to 

have no choice, but to surrender to new sensations.

All is now ready. Trick or Treat!  

  

Japanese-Inspired Bondage

I continue to receive inquiries regarding Shibari Practice Sessions.  Why does this excite me?

I find that many men who visit me crave the opportunity to let go, to release control to a trusted woman who will wrap them up with intricate knots, use them, toy with them, and claim them for their own pleasure.  They love the whole 'Tease And Denial' thing.  And Shibari or Japanese-Inspired Bondage can be that, but it is most assuredly different than experiences with leather and being cuffed.

As any smart student I have experienced rope bondage myself, so that I can better understand the mind space one enters when being bound.  And I continue to learn through many resources, from hands on practicums and written syllabuses with experts from around the world, to the internet and books, to the best learning opportunities possible - practicing on you and learning from your feedback and experience.
 
Turning you into an erotic work of art is just the first part of my pleasure.  There is a lovely intimacy shared between the one doing the binding and the one being bound.  It is rather difficult to explain.  Again, it is through experience that one can gain a greater understanding.  I am honored to have had many gentlemen eager to sample this experience.

Just check out this sexy, young man for example:

All I can say is yummy!  He is a wonderful, willing, not to mention SEXY practice volunteer!

I love the opportunity to be the Sensual Domme, 

to express my kinkiness in this way.

Here is another example of an older gentleman, who possesses an incredible stamina in a most twisted fashion.  The front side of this example is too hot to handle.  Well, it wasn't for me, at the time!

The second part of my pleasure comes from your response as my erotic playtoy!

One friend who frequents Shibari Practice Sessions requested a blindfold.  He says, "The blindfold added a whole new dimension. You have no idea of the pattern she is creating, the textures you will feel or how you respond to them. I could go into great detail, but things I felt may not feel the same to you."

Another comment from an established friend of mine who requests Shibari as a component of his Courtesan Encounter shares how he loved how "she would touch, tease, fondle, pinch, tickle, lick, lick, kiss, nibble and ride me to her hearts content."

I hope to entice more willing participants into my web of mischief.  Both gentlemen and ladies. 

You will surely find such a surrender 'spell-binding.'