Feet, Spankings and Bondage OH MY!

time for bed

2012-02-08T00:42:00.001-08:00

This is how the mistress rolls. After the boy locked himself up for night. He brushed his teeth while getting ready for bed.

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Having an amazing morning lying here

2011-11-21T10:29:00.001-08:00

In a warm cozy bed with ma PuP. Snuggling and snogging...pinching and poking, scratching...more snogging and COFFEE!

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New Site!

2011-10-17T22:36:00.000-07:00

Working VERY hard on the new site...will have some COOL new stuffs on it. I do hope that it will be much more streamlined than it currently is. However, it, like me, is a work in progress.

Enjoy pets!

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.
Miss Vonn
BBW Mistress and Professional Dominatrix
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Mistress Liliane Hunt of San Francisco!

2011-09-21T11:34:00.000-07:00

I love this woman pets! By far the most wonderful FREE Professional Dominatrix website I have ever seen!

If you ever travel to San Francisco pets, you must arrange to meet with this put together, sexy siren!

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.
Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Newest playmate at work! Busty Bijou!

2011-09-07T16:40:00.000-07:00

As some of you undoubtedly know I LOVE love love me some predicament bondage, as some of you also know I lubs me some chubby chik tata's ... well today's lunchtime activities included both! Introducing Busty Bijou!

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.Miss Vonnwww.missvonn.com

Great night with shadow and mouse!

2011-09-04T11:11:00.001-07:00

Hello pets! Had an amazing time at Sanctuary LAX last night. The boy brought me a sacrificial back to party with in the hades room. I dont think it's quite what he had envisioned but it turned out to be am amazing night if friendly cameos...including Lady Jane, one of the other dommes here at LAX, a bite size asian powerhouse who joined in or scene for a bit of heavy spanking. Wow, if youre a heavy bottom....shes a sight to watch! Thanks for joining us!

shadow and I teamed up to play with mouse, putting her in a harness initially intended to tire her up on the spider web, but instead the two of them found themselves in quite a predicament with shadows nipple ring chain passed through his pa and a short rope attatched to mouses harness.

I took turns flogging, tickling and spanking the two if them, all the while the boy has to maintain control of his squirmy tormentor! It was amazing watching them console one another as play became more and more intense. We ended our 2.5 hour scene with an intense flogging of the little mousers....shes amazing!

On the ride home I drifted in and out..listening to their conversation and baking in my exhaustion and the smiles I could hear in each of their voices.

This morning I sure here soaking in my tub recalling the way shadows tattoo raises as I beat his back, and the jiggle of mouses tush as I flogged the panties right off of it. Sigh.

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Tonight at 7pm Inside

2011-08-30T14:26:00.000-07:00

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.Miss Vonnwww.missvonn.com

Missing my pet

2011-08-28T01:12:00.001-07:00

Pony boy went off to lake for a weekend with the boys and I'm home alone...what to do....what to do.

Brought home new mattress. Set up for ars and crafts day tomorrow with lapcc....time for hot tub time machine !!

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Getting with the times

2011-08-27T12:05:00.001-07:00

Hello bitches!

Miss Vonn is finally on the road to the 21st century...can you stand it?

Soon you will be able to follow me on twitter, facebook, kinkarena, Sanctuary LAX, and here on blogger just by subscription. I know I know it seems an idea whose time has come and gone for some, but after seeing the giant spike in traffic after I reloaded my site...I've decided to treat you all to more access to my inner circle.

Also coming soon are stories and blogs from my two pets! I can't wait for you to see what your missing. Along with the stories and blogs will come a members section to contain some really hot video clips, session photos and short stories.

Not to mention a whole new layout for the site.

Want to subscribe to my blog now? Click on the subscription link on the right column of this blog.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

pet taking mistress to see

2011-08-25T16:07:00.000-07:00

Rise of the planet of the apes!

hope they have deep popcorn buckets!

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.Miss Vonnwww.missvonn.com

Working Working Working .... an update on the new site

2011-08-25T14:47:00.000-07:00

So Ive been SLAVING away pets, joining forums and picking up all sorts of new blog partners...a really fun one i found was Twisted Blogstwisted blogs I swear you can find ANYTHING on this site! Panties, bukakke, celebrity faux pas, and big bear orgies!

Another GREAT blog list that I have joined today is Adult Blog Directory I like this site better for Fetishists...facials, feet and legs, hairy's, pda's and spankings can all be found here in one place!

Last but by NO means least is ......ENJOY PERVS!

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.Miss Vonnwww.missvonn.com

I am who I am

2011-08-21T18:43:00.000-07:00

I was not given a title at birth, I am special because I am who I am, a woman named Miss Vonn who likes to humiliate and hurt people. I call you by whatever name I give you, you will address me as Miss Vonn. You are common, a quivering pile of man goo who must beg for the attention of a woman. You have fantasies that involve your pathetic prickette being tied to a board and being punished for the wicked thoughts it causes you. That is simply sad that you feel this is your only source of release.

Sad. Really. I must say I am glad you exist for my entertainment, because this world would much more boring without you at my feet scrubbing the gum from the bottom of my shoes.

Subs a pleanty here at Sanctuary....

2011-08-18T18:15:00.000-07:00

Today was NOT a productive day by any means...it was however fun...submissives Anne Marie and Princess Scarlet got a BDSM education today. We Switch Spanky, Mistress Ashley and Genesis showed the new subs about canning, simple predicament bondage, cages, bastinado, BDSM Terms and all sorts of good stuffs...

I discovered, Anne Marie has a very high tolerance for tit torture with canes. Quite impressive and very pretty little tits. And that her imagination is quite sexy. When asked to describe a medical scene she told us all about how she wanted the client to be a doctor and one of the other girls to be a patient, and have the doctor correct her mistakes while she was taking vitals and testing the patients reflexes.

While tied up, in a back to back predicament bondage scenario the girls were both given happy knots by yours truly of course...her response is "wow stop I'll have to change my panties" SO Cute... Ok ok I need to get back to work, but I just wanted to drop by and say thank you to all of you who have come back, I have been so thrilled with the welcome backs!

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.
Miss Vonn

www.missvonn.com

Im baaaaack....!

2011-08-16T08:44:00.001-07:00

That's right Guys and Gals, sluts and sissy's hold on to your junk, www.pleasemymistress.com is back and soon will be better than ever. BUT WAIT! There's more, I can be seen regularly for sessions at Sanctuary LAX (www.sanctuarylax.com). Foot sessions, wrestling, GS, corporal, Mudding....sploshing... all sorts of debaucherous fun to be had in their newly renovated 7000 sf play space!

240.00 for one hour with ME the trampling queen! Stay tuned for how you can payonline and get special rates for sessions with me at Sanctuary!

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.Miss Vonn www.missvonn.com

Folsom Street Fair 2010!

2010-09-27T10:16:00.000-07:00

So Folsom started with the flu...boo.

However I woke up Sunday morning raring to go and what an amazing pony day it was. Ferrari, pup mochi and I met up with Maddoc and Beauty for breakfast at Roccos. Discussed the benefits of semen and hand grips for pony's hands on a cart, protein is sticky you know.

The only thing I am completely bummed out about is the fact that all three of us forgot our cameras. :(

I am SO thinking about hooking up solar panels to the cart and doing a live feed from palm springs, we shall see.

for now.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHiOj3B8f0U we are at 1:20 ... well our backs are. I will post more as I find them.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.Miss Vonnwww.missvonn.com

International Olympus August 14, 2010 at 8p.m.

2010-08-02T08:19:00.000-07:00

See more about International Olympus and the Pantheon of Leather!

Pinches and spanks pets.
Till next we meet dark dreams.
Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Vonn Voyage

2010-08-02T08:09:00.000-07:00

Ok guys and gals,

Olympus is 12 days away. I expect you all to be there. My FUNraiser was a wonderful success...here are my thank yous!

TO MY AMAZING FAMILY - Mike & Socks. You two are my rock, love and light. I could not have done this without your hours of listening, lifting, and what must have been intolerable suffrage at the end of a phone during this last two weeks. (don't worry there's only 13 days left till Olympus, its almost over boys).

To those who stepped up, showed up, and ponied up. Even with the slow night, we made $130.00 for Hearing from the Heart(!!!), and have eased my mind to focus on prep for interviews and fantasy portions of International Olympus, you kids rawk! I wish I could be more eloquent at the moment, but I was able to finally relax after what was possibly the most awful couple of weeks evar.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.Miss Vonnwww.missvonn.com

Ima comic book character! (almost published even!)

2010-07-07T07:59:00.000-07:00

So yeah, I am so excited! There is so much happening. This weekend is the Carnal Carnival at Threshold in North Hollywood. Want to see me? I'll be there ALL weekend. Last night at the Fetish Noir board meeting the leaders of the group agreed to allow some % of the proceeds of their bake sale to go towards my International Olympus Fund. I am so thankful to this amazing TNG group for all that they are doing and trying to do for the community. I am very proud to be part of this wonderful group. Please come out and support us/me/them in the kitchen at the bake sale, Saturday July 10, 2010 from 12pm-6pm.

International Olympus Leather will be held during the Pantheon of Leather August 12-15 in Los Angeles at the LAX Hilton Hotel. Come see me represent the Los Angeles / Southern California / Western US Region as I compete against 5 other AMAZING women from across the US and Canada. This is a Pansexual Leather Title and I have to say I feel my toughest competition will be from Sythen of Salt Lake City.

Pinches and spanks pets.
Till next we meet dark dreams.
Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

San Francisco Pride 2010

2010-06-29T10:08:00.000-07:00

First of, thank you to Mike Tramel, Franco Perrota, HellPuppy and Tindala for a fan fucking tastic weekend. A huge hug and thank you to Mistress Liliane Hunt of San Francisco for inviting me to participate in the Leather Contingency's pony cart pull in the parade.

Pinches and spanks pets.
Till next we meet dark dreams.
Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

See me playing with Bondage Kitty

2010-06-23T10:53:00.000-07:00

As promised me and BK in the Critter freestyle at the Pony and Critter Jamboree in Los Angeles, CA

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.Miss Vonnwww.missvonn.com

one hell of a weekend!

2010-06-21T08:47:00.000-07:00

Friday night was kinky karaoke (no i didnt sing) with the south oc kinksters...what an amazing group of peeps. Entropy, Ren, Puppy paws, kinky californian and a slew of others about 15 all together came out...how much fun was had.

Saturday... WOW the Pony and Critter Jamboree...What fun fun fun..kitty and I took 3rd and fourth place in our respective event's. Tindala did very well as well. I'll be posting video and pics very soon. LiquidErotica shot lots of portraits and I had the chance to meet with Lady Robing and D, who judged the event. Dinner at Dennys with Lady Robin and D then off to Sanctuary, Whew home by 3. Such an amazing night.

Oh yeah, Cyan has convinced me to run for International Olympus Leather. What an amazing event, and I am honored to have her unquestioned support. I've been considering it for some time now, but have fully committed to it now.

Hugs and Love to everyone who made this weekend one to remember!

Pinches and spanks pets.
Till next we meet dark dreams.
Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com
www.internationalolympus.com
www.rockymoutnainolympus.com

1st meeting with K

2010-06-17T08:48:00.001-07:00

Wow bitches. I am out of shape, shame on you for letting me get this bad. Holy crap my arm is sore.

That said, what a little jewel this boy is. After a smidge of conversation, I invited K into my play room. Really, after the disaster that was DC my playroom isn't much to behold, but wow, last night it's four little walls and harsh florescent light became a fantasy land. With no warm up he took my rubber equalizer (3/4 inch thick rubber with 1 inch holes), then my rope flogger and my rubber dragons tongue.

I really found his sweet spot after "accidentally" smackin his nuts to get his attention. Tuggin, smacking, thumping and squeezing of his scrotum ensued for how long I dont know, all I know is it isn't often one can take enough to make me cum in my panties. Well done slut. I can't wait to play again.

Pinches and spanks pets.
Till next we meetm, dark dreams.
Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Gun Play 4.0

2010-06-11T08:02:00.000-07:00

Last night my good friend E arranged the 4th meet up at the Los Angeles Gun Club. I was a little nervous because I had never fired a gun. Never fear. Your Mistress did very well (pics of my first two targets on their way).

I think I have found a new hobby. WOWz

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.
Miss Vonn
www.pleasemymistress.com
www.rockymountainolympus.com
www.utah-rox.com

I think...no I know I am the luckiest woman...EVAR

2010-06-09T18:05:00.000-07:00

So, life is starting to settle in. I forgot how nice it was to have a "REGULAR" income again. SF at the end of the month is a go and I'll even have some quiet time with the lord and master of my secondary paycheck. It will be nice to catch up with my old friend. :) Not that I want you to stop sending me gifts and goodies, those are my icing...:)

So, what's new with me? I have a new boy in consideration, I think it may be an interesting dynamic. We shall see. We shall see. So far he has been quite attentive and expressive about his needs wants and desires and has not missed a single beat on what has been asked of him. So far, so good. It's nice.

I shall call him K.

Life is good. San Francisco Pride is June 25 and 26 and I will be marching with the leather contingency, I am so excited to be reunited with friends and family! Some of whom I've not seen in 2 years! Some of whom I have only recently reunited with after 15 years apart from a different life even. It's a very wondrous time in my life and I am so happy and thankful for the amazing people who make my life what it is every day. k and k continue to make me the luckiest girl on the planet and Mike well I couldn't ask for a much better partner in crime. To my family, I love you all.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.Miss Vonnwww.missvonn.com

The Black and Grey Ball Benefit for Tom of Finland and Louie Pacheco

2010-05-21T11:55:00.001-07:00

OMG So much fun. I met Louie and the majority of the 2010 Band of Brothers at Pistons Bar in Long Beach on friday May 7, for the Black and Grey Ball. Mr. Piston's Marcus "hernandez" did an outrageous job with Louie in decorating for the event. After introductions I started of the stage play with Mr. Luke-Jayden from Fetish Noir.

What an amazing scene. I really hadn't planned anything and we just flowed into a fairly heavy corporal scene which ended with push-ups topped with a spanking.

Several people commented on my black lipstick stains on his ass from several hiney bites. I could just bite that ass all night long. God damn what a fun playmate.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.Miss Vonnwww.missvonn.com

First Annual Rocky Mountain Olympus Leather Competition Schedule

2010-05-21T10:55:00.000-07:00

POST DATED.

APRIL 10, 2010

For some reason this did not post to my blog.

On April 7, 2010 Mike and I left OC with Julie Newmar at the helm of my trusty blue beast of a car. By 7 pm we were in Vegas and enjoying the evening together, penny slots and drinks on the house. He had not seen the "Fremont Experience" so we walked Fremont and "experienced" it. The KISS Experience was pretty retarded, so we headed back in for a second round of drinks, then back up to the room for Leno and sleep.

Guided by the lovely Ms. Newmar, we headed north on our leather pilgrimage to Salt Lake, finding ourselves arriving with only minutes to refresh ourselves, change and head out to a class at PATH on impact toys and tools or "slappy things". What great fun as we were welcomed by old friends and new ones. The instructor did not disappoint with an engaging, informative, and entertaining class on the various dangers and hazards as well as the NUMEROUS implements that can be used to slap a partner.

Friday was spent running about picking up Mistress Cyan, Genesis, and Dave Rhodes of the leather Journal, then preparing for the silent auction and Rocky Mountain Meet and Greet. All the while guided by the shining beacon of Miss Julie. Try as I might I just could not for the life of me channel her gentle loving prowess as I faced down the albeit, neutral in words, biased in action bitch at the Michael framing counter in Salt Lake City. Rawr.

After much toodoo Mike and I made our way back to our host's home in time to change and get to Club Edge where the meet and greet was to occur. All SIX contestants showed up on time and looking fabulous, some as always it seems to be were more outgoing than others, however, they each brought a distinctly unique flavor to the event. Contestants unknowingly vied for competition numbers during a jeopardy like quiz round complete with BDSM Pride colored Glitter stars. You all KNOW how much leather-men LOVE glitter. An astounding success, the crowd and judges got to see a side of the contestants in the light hearted competition that they might not otherwise have seen. Kudos to Andrew Love for the creative methods employed during this fun filled cocktail event.

The next morning came quite early for the producers and contestants as we made our way back to Club Edge, who GRACIOUSLY allowed us to use their venue for the contestant interviews. Back to the house for a quick shower and grabing of the evenings garb and we were back to the club. The event itself went off without a single hitch and I have to say this for the millionth time Andrew put on ONE HELL OF A SHOW! Entertaining, engaging and constant motion.

Congratulations to my dear friend Utah Rox and New friend the HAWT Sythen!

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.Miss Vonn www.missvonn.com

Vonn Tramel Family Singers

2010-03-01T13:13:00.000-08:00

So this last two weeks has been spent helping a friend and getting myself well.

Let's see. Mike (my non-sexual life partner/best gay/best friend of all time and creation) Tramel ran for Mr. Sanctuary Leather 2010 and placed runner up. So proud so proud.

Spent Valentines in bed with a new friend, then we decided to drive to Encinitas for dinner with the Harlot. I really really have missed my bestest girl. :) Dinner was ok and coffee afterwards left me feeling a little week. Ack, the plague. I had the worst cold of all times. (still recovering)

Weds. I get a call from a friend who's been bitten by a spider (or something) and by friday their leg is all gnarled with cellulitis. Poor man. So Mid-week he starts feeling better with the aid of some really good drugs. We decide to road trip from his place down to San Diego, for the Servitus Surrender party. Where a LONG over due play date with ma Harlot ensued. After a nice cathartic release via some flogging, scratching and paddling, my baby was ready and warmed up for some heavy impact play with me and Ryan. I had her lay down on me and I held her, reciting some VERY serious Dr. Suess all the while Ryan beat that ass. It was an amazing experience and I have to thank my new friend for his time and effort.

Sigh...what a great weekend with family and friends. Sigh.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Halloween is upon us...

2009-10-30T07:28:00.000-07:00

So for the first time in a couple years, I am excited about halloween. I am thinking sexy shirley temple little sailor girl... been thinking this for a couple weeks now...going shopping after work today to see if the costume is still available.

The queen and her court will be appearing at the Lair so i'll see ya if i see ya.

Pinches and spanks pets.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Dorthy was right!

2009-10-29T17:03:00.000-07:00

There's NO place like home. So I have been elusive for a few months. I do not even know when my last post here was. But I have concluded that the east coast is a nice place to visit, but I dont want to live there. I am a cali girl at heart and LOVE it too much. (now i really know why everyone who comes here is willing to deal with the traffic)

I miss the kitty terribly, but that's a story for friends only. I miss him with all my heart is all I want to say here. BUT being home has offered some solace to my forlorn heart, my harlot has accepted a collar, we've yet to formally define it, but the time is comming quickly where we shall do so. She is quite the little maso and I do love love love spanking that nice round ass of hers till its red and raw...then tieing her up and locking her in a cage, so hot my little one is.

MM is also back in the picture and our love for fishnets (on him in particular....) is driving me mad. If only our play times could sync correctly it will be ONE HOT MORNING. It was so cute we've been teasing each other for a week or so and tuesday morning he sent me a photo of him in a garter and thigh highs as he was getting ready for work! HOT HOT HCHHHOOT (think Peanut and je-fah-fah)*sigh* Yesterday though He did dress up for me for our play date and serve me dinner in the 5" heels I gave to him. I have to say he's walking much better in them and when we get him a pair that fit perfectly, I think he'll be ready for a public outing without embarrassing me with wobbles and trips. You all know I like my men passable in stockings and heels and he's got AMAZING LEGS and ugh THAT ASS I could eat errrr beat it up...a night of canoodling and torturing the noodle ensued. He found a parachute in my toy bag and wanted to try it, so I slipped it around his manly bits and tugged away and tapped at them as they began to sWeLL UP. He was so hot there in a crotchless fishnet body suit looking down at me as I tugged and pulled and put more weight on them until he finally decided that he liked them attached. God its good to be me.

I have recently also become a little more active in the local leather community, so check back often to see where you might be able to come out and see me in public. Home and busy busy busy...taking sessions with new clients after the new year. If I know you give me a call and lets get it on!

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Rant.

2009-09-08T13:38:00.000-07:00

Let me just say I don't know how long this is going to be, nor do I know what direction it is going to go.

My boy Jackal, is right now sitting at the doctors having his hearing examined and some minor burns checked out after two separate incidents at his work place.

Now at first I REALLY thought, the bosses were sincerely just being assholes and careless. Workers Comp. Til yesterday when I receive a text stating that he just got back from lunch when one boss said to another "here comes hugh jackman!" the other replies, "Ohhhh I cant wait to see him in his next movie, its a documentary about how he's gay and has aids."

Now, some follow up, bosses heard Brandon talking on the phone and asked questions about why he was going to long beach that evening. Brandon told them he was going to pistons to support me as I judged Mr. LA BEAR 2009. They said that sounds pretty gay, and he said actually it is a gay title competition at a gay bar.

OK so maybe he needs to learn when it's appropriate and when it's not appropriate to talk about lifestyle events. However, since it's out. There is NO reason for him to be bashed about it. Let alone, burned and then exposed to a revving engine while he is under a vehicle surrounded on five sides by concrete.

I am so fucking angry at this I can't even begin to describe to any of you the hard knot in the pit of my stomach about what this is all about.

Are they just being cruel to a kid who has no choice but to be where he is cause he needs that job? Are they picking on him cause they think he's gay? Either way, im PISSED OFF.

Now, this brings up the subject of narrow minded individuals who frankly bash on all sorts of groups. Friends until we educate all of these pricks (in one form or another) hate will survive. Hate must end.

I've not been beaten up, my son's not been murdered, but my family has been physically and mentally abused because of our beliefs. It kills me to think that any of his pain has been caused by his support of me and my girl kadavers' lifestyle.

I just want to scream!

Now I have just spent the better part of 2 hours on the phone calling one community aid center or another only to get one vm after another. What is wrong with the support system?

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

New Family

2009-08-13T08:27:00.000-07:00

A year and a half ago at DomCon LA I was introduced to LEATHER. Not the kind you swing, and not even (well mostly) the kind you wear. It's a lifestyle, its a state of mind. It was at that convention that I met a pair of men whom changed my life forever for the better. Until that time I was a leatherist who just didnt know it. I didn't like the ways and views of the majority of the feishists I knew. There, the velcro collar seemed to reign supreme. Personally, I am bound by more than some leather and a lock, and have always expected the same from members of any family I belonged to.

In my then narrow closed (read unexposed) mind, I didnt know there COULD be straight leather folk. To Mistress Cyan I am forever in debt for the unconditional support she offers to this community and the exposure she offers to any one who is open to accepting of what she has made available to those who seek it out.

For years I have been seeking a place where I could share with others what I know, what I have to teach. The problem for me had been though, finding an audience who would use the knowledge wisely. I had begun to feel burned by some of the community I was a part of. There are of course exceptions to this statement, however, my own family had been broken apart by egos outgrowing skill as well as their positions a couple of times and I had become quite unwilling to reopen that wound again. At least waiting until I found a better place to share that knowledge.

It has been said that you reap what you sow. Just like sowing a field is often wrought with hard work, planting is not the end of that journey to a healthy snack. One must weed the field and defend the vulnerable seedlings from attack by insects and fungal attack. Its hard work seed to table. I have found a new home, one of my own making, one where I feel people will take the knowledge I have to share or we learn together and use it well. They will use it in a sane, healthy manner passing on my heritage, our heritage the knowledge that was passed on to me from individuals I love(d) and respect(ed).

This weekend I opened my heart and home to two new members. I feel deeply honored that they both accepted my offer. Kadaver O'Keefe and Brandon Fett are the newest member of the Tramel household.

Kadaver has proved herself over the course of the last 6 months as a very good kitty and playmate. I only hope her formal training will go as smoothly as her public play and performance has gone.

Brandon Fett, wound his way around my heart this weekend in many ways. He's a good boy with lots to learn and a good and kind heart that is full of love to share with the world. His openness to Kadaver's and my lifestyle was seemingly unconditional and his willingness to just pitch in wherever he was needed this weekend made me very proud. He has A LOT to learn however, I think he will take to the life and lifestyle lessons we can offer him with a completely open heart and mind.

I thank those of you who gave your time and kink to these two amazing souls this weekend as I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off. Chal thank you for keeping them busy when they didn't have anything else to do. Conversely, thank you for not biting my head off when I needed to steal one of them back from time to time.

To Willie, JR, Justin, Victoria, Sabrae, Rox, Liliane, Randy and Rick...(and anyone else I am not meaning to forget!) your companionship, friendship and energy made this weekend OH so fun!!!!! This was sincerely the best weekend I have had in AGES I would say in the top three easily.

The only thing that might have made this weekend any better would have been my girl allie there with the family. Hopefully I will get my hands on her soon. Then truly all will be right in my world.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.comPinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Great way to start a week!

2009-02-02T04:15:00.001-08:00

So Guys and Gals... this is a note I found upon opening my e-mail this morning at 645am

I am so ready for a severe and brutal stomping baby! One to end all and make it so I never want to be stepped on again! I wish you could do that to me with those giant heavy and beautiful feet of yours! I want you to leave me stomped so bad that I am bruised, battered and broken, my body completely smashed under your feet as if I was a little cockroach that got in your way. I want to see you at your worst. The nastiest meanest bitch you have ever been to anyone and be that way to me!

Hope you had a good weekend!

~Nick

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

"borrowing sentiments"

2008-12-02T11:31:00.000-08:00

So friends and fans a dear dear friend of mine Master Feenix (of Purgatory fame) posted the following. His experience noted in his blog mirrors many of my own sentiments. Your thoughts and feelings?

So Dan of the Two Knotty Boys came to Sinister last night, always a pleasure to hang with. We're hopefully going to get to do a book release party for the boys; it's for their second book (and you can pre-order it on Amazon, or come to our party and have them sign it!) so be on the lookout for an announcement soon.

I had an interesting experience playing last night, one that started with frustration but ended with some insight. The girl was obviously very interested in playing with me, she and her friends had been upstairs watching all night. I started talking to them and they seemed to know a fair amount about the scene and told me she had some experience with private play, and after describing various things we could try I asked her what she wanted to do and she basically said I could try whatever I wanted. This comes up fairly frequently and I still don't know what to make of it; Are they trying to be submissive? Too inexperienced to have a preference? Trusting in my judgment? Feeling adventurous? More conversation failed to shed any more light, so I defaulted to light play and lots of checking in to see how she was doing. I had a feeling that she could actually take a lot, but started off with just some light spanking. After a bit I asked how she was doing and got an "OK". This was where I felt some frustration, as that answer tells me little and she was completely non-reactive to my play. So it continued: increase the intensity, check in, "OK", repeat. And eventually I got to the place where I felt a natural ending and finished the scene. We talked briefly, and I definitely got the message that she enjoyed it (which was confirmed when she asked to play with me again later) but she was very quiet.

Thinking this over I came to realize why I like it when the people I play with are reactive. On one level it allows me to know what going on with them with less verbal check ins, and to direct the scene by sensing their likes, dislikes, thresholds, etc. I also feel more connected to them if I feel there's two way communication going on. And finally I guess there's some ego involved, I want to see, and I want the audience to see someone having an amazing experience.

After thinking all this over though, I realized that although this is what I want from a scene, that has nothing at all to do with what the other person wants. There are an infinite number of reasons someone might be non-reactive: shyness, concentration, personal preference. And those are all perfectly legitimate expressions of their experience, in fact, I would never want someone to feel there's a "right way" to react other than their authentic feelings. Seen in this light my frustration disappeared; I had given someone a chance to try something, and they had a positive experience. That's very satisfying.

Thank you Master Feenix for allowing to share your sentiments here. Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

My Slut Allison

2008-11-21T14:33:00.000-08:00

I reiceved the following today. It is from my BEAUTIFUL slut Allison. She holds a special place in my heart and is a sincere and wonderful submissive and person.

It was a typical hot summer day feeling miserable trapped in this hairy ca coon who just wanted out but was scared like a moth I am drawn to the flame and have been burned badly before but the flame was calling me so I decided to give this flame a chance there was something in her eyes that said come I will not burn you. from the moment that I arrived I could feel the heat as it started to melt my ca coon away she could see my scares from previous burns we spoke about them hearing her firm but gentle voice was very comforting I slowly became at ease and at one leg at a time I began to transform. There I was standing in front of her feeling vulnerable and a bit humiliated the fire said come here she applied the final touches to my face and looked deep into my eyes and sole and there you look and your pretty I looked into the mirror holding back the tears knowing this flame was different than other flames I have encountered before. She could feel,see my inner femme needing to spread its wings with no judgement. She now owns my heart body and sole my flame is called MissVonn and I am her slut Allison

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Wow...what a trip!

2008-10-19T07:18:00.000-07:00

so I left Ca one week ago... and what a week its been!

my car packed and a very, strange set of goodbyes to my mom, I set off on the first leg of my journey to SLC and the home of my good friend ANDREW LOVE. I arrived in SaltLake around 10 and visited, while he and his business partner preped materials for his build a better flogger class. monday evening I went with A and his girl d to a massage class...what a site I liearned a couple things and am considering taking a class myself now.

it was an early tuesday, and I sped off into the dark morning down I-80. I was to cross....the remainder of ut,wy,nb,ks and end up in kc,mo. good gravy, what a lonnnnng day. but Mischeivous and theBobby were waiting with open arms. when finally, I arrived at Casa de Suburbia. SOOOO CUTE BTW.

after a good nights sleep I had a choice to make, stay the day and visit, ORdrive onto ATL. seeing I got in late the nite b4, I voted on the staying the day and getting some M time. I did get in a plesant visit with the bobby, a much needed mani and pedi, a trip to target for road munchies and...well I can't think of what else I got, but it wasn't anything realy good afterall.

I had great mexi-dindin with theBobby and some visit time with M.
I miss her already.

let's see.

ahhhh yes. DOMCON ATL!!!!! omg so fun...lol...well this trip was no exception!

Mina had a room and there was a key waiting for me. I slept off my drive for a couple hours and visited withMina and a nice boy she had found named Corwin. GREAT guy.

dressed and it was time for the meet and greet. sadly, there were acouple faces I missed that first night.

But There was his smiling face first thing in the morning. Rox was there in the entrance hall and well...that man just makes my boot melt. I took a razzing about not calling, got a great hug then it was off to see the shops. I was sad to miss danny the leather guy, and some others I thought were gonna be there. Martha was kimd with a pin-striped corset that simply looks hot [pics to follow]. I spent 3 days eyeing a pair of boots OMG I finally bre down on sunday and tried them on....they almost fit... i'll have them altered for domcon la and well yeah!

woot for boots.

Friday's play party at 1763 was wonderful. Rox and I had a wonderful impact scene. Andrew did some pv suspension, good times!

I attended Rox's classes on objectification and boot worship and Andrew's class on building a better flogger. Andrew's blood play class was too full for my tastes...perhaps i'll catch it in LA.

sunday morning was spent in a much needed soak in the hot tub, the lounging in bed objectifying Rox's saturday evening victim, carrie cherry as my human body pillow. Which I would like to point out she did etremely well.

after a nap I made my round and said goodbye to peoples and new friends.

it was time to drive and get to finally be in the arms of ma tiki boy. this was perhaps the longest leg of the trip. gah!

I rolled into town at 3 am, still had to get the cats kitty litter box set up and get her fed after a long days flight with tiki.

groggy we rolled out of bed arranged to meetour landlord and both agents on monday. the house is more than I could ever imagine!

well. I still only have limited access to the net..so this is all for now.
Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

I dont normally get "mushy"

2008-10-04T13:28:00.000-07:00

But I feel its time...There are people I have met in Southern California (which will always be home) that have touched my heart and become part of it. People ask why I am moving clear accross the country...I am moving because I have never really had a BIG adventure. Perhaps Fresno was just a warm up for something really good.

I have been made an offer I cannot turn down and am looking forward to the new chapter in my life. I will be returning to California every three months for a couple weeks at a time and will see each one of you then.

Here's the schedule.

Saturday night - Lady Badgers FemDom party - Dragons Gate
Sunday night - Salt Lake City
Monday night (late) Kansas City
Weds night - Atlanta
weds, thurs, friday, saturday - DomCon Atlanta
Sunday - Maryland and home.

Those of you who have my cell number... may contact via text. Submissives wishing to speak with me at the 714-881-1415 office number will have to leave a message I will be retrieving messages once a day until weds. At which time I will be answering calls again through the weekend.

Well guys and ghouls... I guess that's about all she wrote for now...tt.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

some sillyness since I am too busy moving to post anything real

2008-09-25T09:42:00.001-07:00

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary...

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today, I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage..

Today, I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously simple minded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.........

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp me!

2008-09-13T21:28:00.000-07:00

please help me if you can... i need a font...
If you have it I REALLY need it!

The font name is BRIO

When my computer crashed I lost it and it is one of the main decorative fonts on my website.

Brio cost's $45 or 56 bucks and I just cant see spending that kind of cash if someones got it...HEEEEEEELP.

Theres a free cane and neoprene dragon tongue in it for anyone who comes through and want's them.

:D

I REALLY NEED YOUR HELP.

V

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Random acts of BDSM and Kindness

2008-09-06T15:10:00.000-07:00

So it's been a couple weeks since I have really blogged. I thought I would write and tell you all a bit (but spare you all some of the boring details...readers digestable version if you will).

I am ACTIVELY in the process of setting up a members section of my website. I will have you all know, doing this yourself is a feat and well this is why alot of people dont have them. In the process of doing this my host was shut down acidentally, all my posts were lost. Not to worry the site was only down 2 hours at most, appologies to those of you who actually were searching for me between 1am and -3 am that fated weds morning.

So, that slight set back finished, I was in full swing of designing the members erotic stories and Extreme BDSM galleries section. When searching for a snipet of code led me to a site that was running a new version (or old and undiscovered by Norton or Avast) of the ransom virus. POOF in one fated instance, bye bye hard drive and any of my new code and galleries.

In the middle of all this my cd Ali, was busted by me for whoring around on Craigslist, e-mailing me thinking I was another Mistress...I found it all very funny and had her over for a lesson in humility, honesty, and fidelity. Busted bitch!Tuesday we go to have her brazilian done. I can't wait!

One week later I am up and running again. I have not forgot my promise to tell you about my session with Rich and the bucket of rocks that hung from his scrotum. It was a great night and I will tell you all about it soon!

What else...OH in the midst of all of this excitement...I have to tell you that I found it very funny that others (knowing what was going on) still came to me asking for help. I suppose people understand that even dr's get a cold sometimes. Anywho, if you've been wondering where the heck I've been, that's the reason for the silent treatment.

So check back in the next couple days for stories about Rick's Rocks and My Bitch Boi's Brazilian.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

2008-08-31T19:14:00.000-07:00

So a foot fan of mine from New York sent this note to me last week. I have been meaning to post it and I suppose now is a great time to post it since my computer is down snd I can only access internet updatable portions of my site....

" Miss Vonn, hows everything with you foot princess. just sitting here about to close down the office at work today. thinking about how beautiful your feet truly are. by the way, whats the color on your toes and what type of shoes have you been wearing? without further ado, here's the fantasy i wrote for you:

You and I went to this restaurant in New York City. You were in this sexy red dress, your feet were in these hot black 5'' peep-toed pumps with your toes sporting a french pedicure on them. I was in a Black-white pinstriped suit with black pinstriped pants and black shoes. We sat down at the table and we got better aquanted with each other as we ate and talked. During this time, I could not take my eyes off of your feet. They were the sexiest feet i ever saw. I looked up and noticed the evil grin on your face. You knew I loved your feet. You teased me with your feet by dangling your pumps. you noticed how watching this had me in a trance. you dangled the pumps to the point that they slowly fell off of your toes. Then, you began rubbing your feet up and down my right leg. I clearly could not control myself but had to because of the people around us. Then the unthinkable happened, you grabed my chocolate milkshake and began pouring it all over your feet. The juice went in between your toes. I couldnt take it anymore and I jumped under the table and began sucking your toes and licking your heel and soles of the chocolate. I heard you moan and pleasure and you playing with yourself the whole time. I never knew chocolate and beautiful woman's feet can taste so good. I instantly came all over your feet due to how much fun i was having. Then out of no-where, you slid under the table to join me under there and pushed me onto my back and began smoothering my face with your feet. You placed all of your toes in my mouth and I sucked on them very slowly. You let out a soft moan. Then I started licking your heel and soles and thats when the fun began. You unbeckled my pants releasing my massive manhood. You gave me the most enjoyable blowjob in history as i was worshipping your feet. I was submitting like i was in a wrestling manuever. We both came instantly. We quickly took our stuff and ran out of the restaurant before the waiters,waitresses, and management saw us."

We all know this is a fantasy, but it was fun to read justins story, I hope you enjoyed it too! Such a good boy Justin is, I can't wait to see him in Vegas.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Mistress Ice Vs. Hussy Heat Vol. I

2008-08-28T12:05:00.000-07:00

Mistress Ice comes to save Ass Man from the dreaded hussy, Summer Heat.

Ice arrives to find Ass Man in trouble. The heat of the day has wilted this upstanding citizen into a mass of puddled penis. He is in need of instant relief. Good thing Mistress Ice has arrived with her trusted case of cold! She quickly packs his ass with ice and then gets to work on his head with her sounds of cold steel. Finding his head at attention, she lets the icy steel slide slowly into his heads oraface, cooling him in an instant. Her gloved fingers lingering about his nuts, Mistress Ice discovers that they too are hot and bothered, she packs them quickly with ice packs, wrapping them securly with towels and vet wrap to insulate them from Hussy's unweilding rays of doom.

Meanwhile at the ass...

What's this??? Mistress Ice discovers a puddle beneath Ass Man's hole, it seems that the ice is not doing the trick, his sphincter is still too weak to contain the ice within... perhaps she had better plug up that drip to keep him hydrated. More ice and a nice thick plug should help drop his core temperature! Surely Mistress Ice can help Ass Man from becoming another victem of her arch nemisis, Hussy Heat!

At the head...

Ass man begins to feel refreshed and rejuvinated as The Good Mistress "slaves and toils" to revive him to his usual stiff self. Her fingers working one cold sound afer another, she is surprised as Ass Man cums all over her gloves. Disapointed in Ass Man's lack of control, she diciplines him by shoving her cum covered gloves into his mouth where they are firmly taped into place to cover the shouts that are sure to come from a sound paddling...

Will Mistress Ice suckcede in defeating Hussy Heat and saving Ass Man from her firey clutches? More importantly Does Ass Man survive his paddling? Stay tuned tomorrow kids, same bitch time, same bitch channel....

Dear Mr. Strong Dominant Business Man - - Porche 911.guy

2008-08-16T12:26:00.001-07:00

So what follows is an e-mail exchange that is simply sad. I hope it makes some of you giggle. i have removed his e-mail address to protect the narrow minded dominant male from embarrassment. Keep in mind this is an e-mail string, I have numbered them so start at the bottom and work your way up.

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7.

Dear Mr. Strong Dominant Business Man - - Porche 911.guy ...I do hope you find what you are looking for. For future reference, panty slut is merely a term used by many dominant women to describe one who desires to wear or worship panties. It's in no way derogatory or defaming of anyones being or character. Just in case someone else calls you this when you state a desire to wear panties you may understand where she is coming from. Sincere luck in fulfilling your fantasy.

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6.

Porsche911Guy wrote:
Miss Vonn:
You missed my point. You were already calling me a panty slut and yet I never have worn panties. I don't care for your attitude. I am going to pass on you.

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5.

--- On Sat, 8/16/08, Vonn Tramel wrote:

To: porsche.911guy
Date: Saturday, August 16, 2008, 7:14 PM

Does not having worn them make you less of a slut?? Does it lessen the desire to have their silky softness pressed tightly against you, cradling what you consider your manhood??? Makes one wonder exactly how great your need really is.

Porsche911Guy wrote:
Well, you referred to me as a panty slut and I've never even worn them.

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4.

--- On Sat, 8/16/08, Vonn Tramel wrote:

From: Vonn Tramel
Subject: Re: Miss Vonn
To: porsche.911guy@

Date: Saturday, August 16, 2008, 3:01 PM

"while secretly longing for the feel of tight satin panties across the most private parts of my body. Clinging to my masculinity"

I must have misunderstood your meaning. Seemed clear to me, please explain I would hate to offend such a strong man.

Miss Vonn
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3.

Porsche911Guy wrote:
I'm not a panty slut.

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2.
--- On Fri, 8/15/08, Vonn Tramel wrote:

From: Vonn Tramel

Subject: Re: Miss Vonn
To: porsche.911guy

Date: Friday, August 15, 2008, 5:32 PM

Big shots who demand their way, all day, every day, day in and day out often times harbor desires to let themselves free of the illusion they have built around them. I would congratulate you on your ability to admit your desires, all you must do now is allow yourself the luxury of acceptance.

I would be honored to guide you in your journey. Call me at 714-881-1415 to take your first steps my little panty slut.

Pinches,
Miss Vonn

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1.

Porsche911Guy wrote:

Hello Mistress Vonn,

I put on such a big front during the day, playing my role as a big shot always in control – while secretly longing for the feel of tight satin panties across the most private parts of my body. Clinging to my masculinity, I’ve been afraid to make this leap alone and crave the guidance of a confident, controlling dominant to take me on a journey into surrendering control of my manhood – leading me to a place I’ve been afraid to explore. Could that someone be you that make me fall to my knees and beg to take me from longing to fulfillment?

-Porsche 911 Guy

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

My Name, why I chose Miss as a moniker

2008-08-13T11:43:00.000-07:00

So there have been several people that have insisted on calling me Mistress. Let me say this. I find it extremely irritating that I introduce myself as Miss Vonn and then have the nerve to call me Mistress in the next sentence.

I have never pulled a punch about being a switch in my life at home. Does this mean I will bottom to someone if they ask me. Probably not, these days I would define that portion of my life as more masochistic (sorta) than submissive. But I digress, I chose Miss Vonn because I am NOT every other Mistress, it is my name, just as the name that my parents gave me is special Miss Vonn is special to me.

There is no magic to my name, I am not a Barroness or some other archaical (is that even a word?) I was not given a title at birth, I am special because I am who I am, a woman named Miss Vonn who likes to humiliate and hurt people. I call you by whatever name I give you, you will address me as Miss Vonn. You are common, a quivering pile of man goo who must beg for the attention of a woman. You have fantasies that involve your pathetic prickette being tied to a board and being punished for the wicked thoughts it causes you. That is simply sad that you feel this is your only source of release.

Sad. Really. I must say I am glad you exist for my entertainment, because this world would much more boring without you at my feet scrubbing the gum from the bottom of my shoes.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Colonial Fetish Ball by kitten

2008-07-30T16:01:00.000-07:00

The ball was amazing, everyone dressed up in their colonial best…it was an amazing evening of dancing and courting. I cannot believe the amount of work everyone put into their outfits. All of the gentlemen in period pieces. It makes my head spin thinking that in this day and age MEN would put so much work into this type of party, but they did and fuck did they look hot. A few sweetly missed the time period by about a hundred years but looked amazing anyway and did their best.

I assisted with the meal service watching over the help and it went off perfectly. Servants moving about silently. Mistress as always amazed me finding 12 amazing specimen to serve throughout the night. They took instruction and criticism well, as some of the more, colorful shall we say guests took period appropriate liberties with some of them. The girls were champs disappearing for a few minutes at a time then reappearing, an unbuttoned cuff or crooked pinafore bow being the only tell tale signs of the torid tryst they just had stolen in a coat closet or drawing room away from the crowd.

Once the majority of the guests had left Mistress had me set the servants to clean up and then instructed me to prepare brandy and cigars in her library for five. I stood silent as Mistress Kyra, her boy and three guests entered the library, my crimson dress clinging to my curves, the forced form of my corset amplifying them in all the right places.

Brandy served and cigars properly lit I set upon the floor at the feet a large crystal tray, catching ashes and wanton glances from all of those in the room. Mistress knows I fuckin get off on just being the center of the room, silent and in use I felt my pussy tighten. One of the Masters present noted a shift in my hips and lifted the tray from my hands and ordered me to a fainting lounge and lifted my skirts noticing my wet undergarments stripped them from me promptly tossing them to the side, Mistress grinning at her slut capturing the attention of every man once again, doing the chores she detested during the entertainment of male callers. It’s a great symbiosis we have. She likes to entertain men, I love to fuck them.

Soon all of them were standing over me, poking prodding, inspecting every inch of my tight warm flesh. The soft skin of my face the soaking wet nether regions of my cunt. Which was now sore and throbbing wanting to be full of at least one of the teasing members that surrounded me now. I felt the sure pinch of my Mistresses fingers tug my nipple and hear the exclamation as I cried out in pain, “Kitten likes it rough and has three holes, how convenient!”

I was laid upon the hard body of one master his cock sliding quickly into my ass, its target found with unexpected swiftness, I cried out the pain searing at first until I relaxed and accepted its pounding pleasure, stretching me open. Mistresses fingers flicking at my swollen clit, my lips were hot and full. Fuck I love this shit.

No sooner had I begun moaning out in pleasure did I feel Mistress’s cold hard cock bounce upon my face, slapping my cheeks, teasing me, my lips opening, my pink tongue dancing readily for my favorite dick. It tasted sweet. It had been dusted with honey powder. I felt the Master below me shift as another cock slipped into my wet cunt.

I groaned in ecstasy, I live to please my Mistress and at times I think she lives to see me pleased as well. My hands found the two remaining cocks. The boy and I both looking to Mistress for assurance that I should be touching his. He was very uncertain of this situation but un-scolded and hungry I continued stroking cocks and fucking all five of my pursuers. Filled with flesh and phallus I writhed on the body below me, fucking two cocks at a time until they were satisfied. Only to find Mistress and the other Master replacing them inside my empty stretched holes. The other two taking turns cleaning their cocks off with my hair and mouth. I sucked my juices mixed with their cum off of each soft fleshy cock bringing them back to life. We all fucked into the early hours of the night.

Each one taking turns inside my pussy and tight little rear. I love Friday nights.

This is the entirety of the story of Ana and d.

2008-07-09T08:11:00.001-07:00

Sometimes I wonder if you see me like her. I wonder if you view me as a pathetic love stricken woman whom you can get THINGS from. I would hope you don’t feel that way, but sometimes I wonder silently.

Sometimes I wonder in my silent hell why I continue at all. I wonder if I really know what love is, or if there is love at all for that matter. I thought a mother’s love was unconditional until she taught me that it’s nothing more than a farce.

You tell me to look into the glass, and ask me what I see. I see eyes that are filled with pain, with distrust, with unrequited undelivered love for many. I cannot express in words what was released into that silver universe between dimensions last night. I find solace in my family, not myself, my family – is new.

New things frighten me, change is unsettling to such a homebody. I seek not a lover in your arms, I seek safety of the only one I trust. I would have let you drink me dry, and trusting all the time you would never hurt me. Then in the blackness you tell me your time is short it confuses my fragile heart.

I know for certain you saw us in exactly the same light, perhaps on different time plains in a parallel dimension of your mind. Yes your mind for it is clear you have no soul death would not. She was a replacement for me, just as I was for her, just as your new meal to my new friend. Once I was jealous of the way you looked at her. Now we are sisters of a common occurrence. The flowers left behind, unseen by the common street rat as useless baggage in its pathetic scramble to survive.

New Buttons on Zazzle!!! Check em out!!!

2008-06-30T17:29:00.000-07:00

So heres the new button there $2.00 go check em out and bye one from me. Book a session and bring your button and get 20 min extra after your hour is done.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

A long ride - by kitten

2008-06-08T16:09:00.000-07:00

July 10, 2002

Master JM's kitten

I rolled over, feeling the bed move, I heard him shower, brush his teeth and smelled his aftershave as he came back into the room. I felt the heavyness of his wet towel on the end of the bed and my whole body grinned at the thought of him standing there before me, clean and fresh. I kept my eyes closed tight knowing that, after the weekends activities and the fact that my sexual restrictions ended last night after we had gone to sleep, he would surely be late for work. I heard him set his boots down on the floor and knew he would be dressed by now so I crawled to the end of the bed and slithered off the end and "polished" his boots with my panties before he made his way out to save the world from a firey inferno and deadly drivers...well at least in Corona. With a kiss to the forehead he pushed me off and allowed me to lace him into the freshly polished pair of boots.

Get dressed kitten. It was a simple order. something slutty... that was not so easy, this new roll was extremely difficult for me. I had spent a lifetime hiding my figure, hiding all that was woman from the prying eyes of those that did not approve of my curves and large frame. He however, had the innate ability to make me feel not only like the most beautiful woman in the room, but the only woman in a room full of amazing flesh. Even when playing with others, even when I could feel their flesh on mine. I only had two concerns, him and my reactions to his command. The thought of this even as I type makes me wet.

I found a pair of cuttoff shorts that clung tightly to my rear and a white wife beater. No undergarments, the thick folds of flesh of my large labia had no where to hide and were prominently displayed for my Master under the tight denim. I heard Masters bike start and I figured he would be riding into work. I slung a black studded belt around my waist and hung it low on my thick hips. I put on a pair of black ankle boots. My tits displayed prominantly I found Master waiting in the living room, he had changed, wearing a sexy smile and denim and chaps that had been polished just this last Saturday by a boy we later brought home as a reward for a job well done on my own work boots. A blood red t-shirt and one hell of a sexy grin. our motorcycle jackets were on the dining room table. His arms opened and I knew he had taken the day off to spend with me as a reward. An entire day alone was something that he and I had not had in months, but with the kids away with their mother it was the perfect end to a weekend of hard training and the best reward he could have granted me to a month long sexual restriction. It was a beautiful morning and I ran into his arms and remember him kissing away tears of joy from my cheeks. Like a puppy I eagerly grabbed our jackets and headed to the garage. The summer air was already warm and as he sat there in front of me I mounted the bike every stroke of it's powerful engine reverberating upon my desperate clitoris.

We cruised the canyons of south orange county, stopped for lunch in Laguna and made our way home throuh Brea. I don't recall how quickly I fell to my knees but I know Master didnt make it off the bike before I had burried my face in the warmth of his crotch the smell of hot man and leather and warm rubber is too much for me to handle and I can still taste the salty flesh that was burried just under the denim just as clearly as I can feel the cement of the garage floor and the feel of his boot against the opposing cheek, then against my tongue as I kissed the bottom of his boot. The sinister fire in his eyes told me that is what he stayed home today for, it had been a month since I had properly cleaned and cared for my Masters boots. My clit missed them, my mouth missed the black valleys of rubber that supported the man who supported all that I have been allowed to become and supports all that I want to become. I missed the scent of cedar and leather and sweat that permiated the inside of each leather cavern.

I followed him on my hands and knees kissing the heels of his boots as closely as I could without being kicked in the face with each step. Master stopped at his chair and I stood only to fetch the sheets used to protect the tan leather and white carpet under it from the polish that was about to be used, though I was sure I could competenly perform the task without soiling his chair or home. He sat and stripped the clothes from my body. I knelt before him and lifted the shorts that had been worn that day and wiped the road grime from his left boot, then the right with the crotch of my shorts. I set his right boot upon the floor between my spread thighs, then his left beside its partner, slid back and remaining on my hands and knees stretched catlike, in a display that I knew drove the man crazy, pulled the blacking box from the cabinet beside his chair. I lifted to my feet and fetched him a Montecristo No. 2 from the large humidor in the library. A quick snip from the torpedo end with a bit of inuendo and he grinned. I licked the wrapper and lit the end until it had a perfect round cherry upon the end and then let a great slow white stream of thick peppery smoke slip from my lips and presented his cigar to him with a hug around his neck and a kiss from behind to his cheek. Turned on pandora to the swing channel that we had programmed. Ella Fitzgerald's let's do it was playing, perfect.

I resumed my position before him this time upon a small milking stool. I lifted his left boot by the sole to my right knee, I rolled the leg of his jeans up high on his calf well above the top of the subject of my attention and began to thoroughly inspect the boot that was now comfortably pressing into my lower thigh. The seams around the sole, over the toe and each side of its quick on zippered tongue. I noted that one of the gromets was a bit loose and would have this taken care of professionally next weekend. I used a firm bristled brush and cleaned each seam. I opened my saddle soap, and wet a bit of lambswool with water from my spray bottle and suds up. In small circular motions I washed his left boot. Upon setting the left boot upon the floor I let my head fall back and as I stretched my back and shoulders I allowed my mouth to fall open and as I lifted my head I waited the long ash that had no doubt formed upon that heady cuban in Masters hand. A thick mouthful of smoke was blown across my face, I couldnt help but inhale the smoke and giggled as I tried to not cough. I settled back into position and felt the ash extinguish itself upon the small puddle in my cupped tongue. The grainy tobbacco ash was accepted with loving adoration and a kiss to Masters lips.

I was gone my mind undressed as my body, he owned me more completely as the smell of cleaners and leathers and heavy tobbacco surrounded us there in that space. It was our favorite time together. This is my one sweet love. His boots, secretly, when he is gone I miss them almost more than the man, the solace I find is that the piece of me in those boots is with him wherever he is. But when I hear he is returning from camp or a fire...I know that THIS time is comming. The time when there is just us solitary and together with nothing and noone else. When he tells me to dance, I secretly dance for his boots, for the privaledge. Sometimes I wonder if he knows this, for they are never withheld as punishment, surely if he knew it was the boots and not his body that I got off on that is what he would withold. Wouldnt he?

I lifted the left boot back to its home on my right thigh and lit the can of kiwi and laid the lid upon it, then dipped my fingers into the warm goo and rubbed the toe, lower sides and heel, caring to not sully the white stiching as always. I made my way across the top of the toe and up the tongue and then the back and sides of the boot, massaging the paste deep into all the creases. The well cared for boots easily easily brushed to a shine that most patrol officers would be satisfied with, but Master's boots protected him from severe elements everytime he left the house, water, fire, blood and ashes assulted his boots almost every shift and it was my duty to serve and protect that which protected and served my Master. A buffing cloth snapped across the heel and to and circled along the sides of his boot brought out a parade shine that would disgrace most marines parade best. I smiled and kissed it lightly as I bent to replace it with its partner.

The scent of the cigar had long since faded into a reminicent fragrence, I peeked up at my owner and his head was laid back and he looked about to sleep, his face was angelic and as I re-warmed the can of wax, and dipped my fingers into the warm goo I began to imagine that the boot was a cock, I rubbed the smooth goo into the supple hide that surrounded masters hard leg. My hands slipped up and down the sides of the boot, I played with the toe of the boot with my fingers, I don't know how long I had jacked off that boot, but I woke from my day dream to a chuckling master, who seemed to read my mind. I blushed, then with feigned purpose returned to my task.

After, I had re-laced the black mirrored leather Master stated flatly, Perhaps another month and you'll be ready to truly serve that boot slut. Perhaps then you'll get it. I felt the shame of being caught mentally masturbating re-rise within my belly, and in that moment ... I got it as I slipped around his feet for a long ride and a good night alone with my Master and his boots.

A response to a chauvenist's post on myspace....

2008-06-08T10:38:00.000-07:00

This is intended as a satirical response to Lord Aarons Bulletin of
6-8-08.

There is no hiding the fact that I am a bit of a Feminist. As someone who views
humans in a (but not singularly) sexual nature...I like hot women (and men)
too. I am friends with not-hot men and women too, but I admit that I give them
less attention than those I am attracted to. This remains a personal issue,
and doesn't affect my professional life either...hell all it does is open up
twice as many opportunities for hotness.

That said I too have been hearing a lot of talk about feminism and sexism
since Hillary conceded the race, my friend. Of course I am for a woman being in power. Hell why wouldn't I be? Of course you make some good points, however, you fail to forget that a presidency is not JUST one person. Clinton (mind you I wouldn't
have actually voted for either of the dem's in this election... I STILL CRINGE AT THE THOUGHT OF MY CHOICE NOW) has something that her male opponent doesn't have. 30+ years of political power and leadership experience. She understands what it's like to be a working mother (Something 40% of all registered voters have been at one time or another.....). She knows when to defer to her cabinet and when to keep quiet and conversely when to speak out. (better than some male higher ups today).

You think that beautiful women have EDIT: ONLY RECENTLY (never) taken up this cause, might I ad that you have not named one "hot woman" who has currently taken up the cause?? I am going to take a moment and give several examples from several decades from all over the world and all HOT within their own time, with names

Nellie Tayloe Ross, first woman Governor...Wyoming, U.S.

Anna
Mcenna, Scotland Circa 1913

Anne
Clay, 11-1909, Virginia then Kentucky, U.S., Older but certainly no hag by that days standards

and Laura Clay, sister to Anne Clay, Virginia, U.S.

Laura Clay, who in my opinion is the hotter of the two sisters (who
doesn't like hot sisters!?! talk about turn of the century scandal!) Was the
leader of the Virginia Equal Suffrage League. Anne's home was host to the organizational event and both women are documented for the next 20+ years as avid supporters of women’s rights in the U.S.

And to requite your statement about how far women can get without being beautiful and in Disney movies???? How bout
Chief Justice Sandra Day O’Conner??? Who has to be the poster child for this side of the statement. Wide set eyes, never pretty, flat nose, man hands, could NEVER have used her looks to get where she got and has since succefully after 24 years on the United States Supreme Court, retired to spend time with her husband and grand children. She is Educated, married and was a working mother and grand mother...Should I go on?

Or how
bout

Carol Channing and Lily Tomlin

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Or how bout
something more current and in the entertainment arena...

Suzanne
Patmore-Gibbs was named executive vice president, Drama Development, ABC
Entertainment in June 2007

not a dog but certainly has the power day to day to shape what we see on television. but i begin to digress...

Hillary is not a bad example of being a strong woman. Hillary is guilty of letting politics interfere with her personal decisions. Just like many men have used the people in their lives to gain power, she has used her lieing cheater of a prick ex-president husband to help her up the corporate ladder just as well as many men have used their wife’s to cater power dinners and gain status and popularity amongst their peers. Not to mention the Ivy League educated secretaries and assistants they
hire to do research, development and presentation preparation. So What, she did it in the public eye??? Men do it all the time, just in a quieter fashion.

I too blame sexism today on women for continually allowing their bodies to be photographed in compromising situations. However, let's just qualify this statement with...a woman would never (well most heh) pay money to download Paris Hilton having sex. Paris may make me sick, but even without her granpa's munney...she'll never starve as long as men are willing to fork out their hard earned cash to see her non-original pale boney ass naked or performing like a circus monkey in a dominatrix costume or flopping around in a champagne glass THINKING she was copying Dita, who copied Shirley McLain...Who might I add was not that HOT and never stared in a Disney movie.

I've never been kicked in the balls, I don’t have them... however I have been stared in the chest and my intelleegant edjamakated statements have been ignored due to my assets. And yes I have had dirty looks because I have hit people... so what? I may not have the perfect body, but it's beautiful. And I have had to pay full price for drinks from a straight bartender because of thick ass and round face... however... you don't see me crying in my beer about it.

So Its been a week... what I've been up to...

2008-06-01T08:24:00.000-07:00

So I am interviewing two submissives for personal service. One gets it and one i feel is just looking for a free ride to some excitement. HEH as exciting as my life is, it is still on a daily basis filled with the mondane. His position is to take care of those mundane necessities so that I can focus on the more... um exciting erotic adventures that well... HEH make my life so wonderful. We shall call this boy who doesn't get it Dum Don.

On the other hand is a kitty who is sweet, caring and pays attention to the little things. For instance, I said that my desk chair (which for some time has been a folding camping chair that I had fallin in love with for comfort but the canvas has since stretched and become very bad on my back) was killing my back. Under the guise of sending his old phone to me for my GF who needs a new phone he got my address from me and had a new desk chair sent to me as a surprise. I opened the door expecting this little box for a cell phone and BAM there was a giant chair from Amazon there waiting for me by a REALLY cute fedex man. HEH. double brownie points for this kitty. I shall call him Tiki.

Tiki lives far away and we do not get to see one another often. Over memorial day weekend he came to visit me. He got a room at a hotel close to my house and expected only to see me once or twice. Of course I could not leave such a sweet kitty alone for the weekend. He was such a good and patient boy I took him into the valley to Sanctuary for Mistress Cyan's BBQ and play party on Sunday with Mina and Hypatia. OH what fun, I watched Mina Fatale play with her little girl while sitting using the boy as a foot rest. I ask you could it possibly get any better????

:D

Yep, Mina stopped to get some water and I went over to fuck with hypatia, coming so close to her i watched her skin crawl. Breathing on her tits the hot air on the raw skin must have burned so...if only her raw nerves making it feel so. Soon Mina returned to find me teasing her girl. The sinister fuckin smile on her face made us both laugh and laugh hard. God I love the sadistic rubber nun with all my heart and thank goddess that she is my sister in crime. sigh. We flogged the girls titties for a bit, then called tiki over to us to enjoy some post play cuddling and conversation.

On monday the boy and I stayed in bed cuddling and watching movies until it was time to check out and get him to the airport. We had a wonderful dinner at Sr.'s my favorite restaurant in FV before getting him into LB for his flight. It was so nice to be able to sit with him at the gate until he left. But it did make me quite sad too watching him walk away and up the stairs into the plane, not knowing when I would get to see my kitty again.

As for Dum Don, he's been giving a simple task of finding me airfare, hotel and car rental for the pantheon. And while he's done this, he's STILL after 7 e-mails back and forth, failed to put all of the information in one single useable e-mail. Tomorrow the games stop. :) Im feelig wicked. HEEEEEEE

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Start doing the things you think should be done

2008-05-23T09:41:00.000-07:00

Adam Michnik~
Start doing the things you think should be done, and start being what you think society should become. Do you believe in free speech? Then speak freely. Do you love the truth? Then tell it. Do you believe in an open society? Then act in the open. Do you believe in a decent and humane society? Then behave decently and humanely.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Question to the BDSM Community at large

2008-05-16T08:02:00.000-07:00

This is a post that I found on one of the BDSM Dating websites. I just want to know are there really any woment out there that fall for this drool? I understand the heart of a slave. I understand completely your need to be protected owned and coveted as a treasure better than most. I know how easy it is to fall for the good looking leather daddy and throw all your safety precautions out the window and participate in dangerous forms of play before asking educated questions (I am recently guilty). I know how enticing it is to want to be the center of attention and as a woman provide those wonderous things to a master 24/7.

I am Gorean styled Daddy/Master looking for an unspoiled slave. one broken to her collar that desires and begs for a chains, while still being new enough that you haven't been taught all kinds of bad habits. a girl I can separate from her prior life and make a total slave.
this will be a 24/7 slavery I'd expect to last at least five years if not lifetime with Me.

slave training can be hard on you. you will be in near isolation for the first six months as I whip train you to be My slave. You will live in a slave's room on a diet of slave gruel and earned rewards and may be kenneled in the slave's room on occasion.

a slave learns vulnerability in bondage. expect to start with less time until your muscles are more conditioned, but I would like to work you up to three hour bondage sesions that involve sensory deprivation, moderate to heavy pain and multiple penetration. I do have a sadistic streak and don't want that to surprise you later.

I am forty-three, birthday was last october, six foot green eyed attorney type fit - fitness is important for Masters too ya know. I've attached a photo of Myself and an example of bondage/kneeling training to give an idea of who and what to expect here.

My concern about posts like the example above is the general attitude that is sometimes present with older Dominants (fem and male) that I am master, you will do as Mistress says without question, do not question me, my say is absolute. I have acutally met a Master who has said that "my fat bitch will not eat but an apple a day until she looses 5 pounds". I watched this girl loose 60 pounds over the course of six weeks. The man in the post states that his training is not easy... I would like to add here that I do not know this man, he may be much easier on his girls in person, however, it is the advertisement of this mindset that breeds acceptance of such actions. My fear is that the more that new players see these attitudes in writing the more they will accept them in person.

I would also like to post here that I am not trying to be the play police, I am not saying that running a gorean household is wrong, that doing as daddy says without question is stupid, that allowing Mistress to cane you for not putting the toilet seat down is wrong. What I am saying is that in either Risk Aware play or SSC play the key words are Awareness and Consent. BOTH Parties should be fully aware of each and every consequence (or as many as can be thought of) of all their actions.

If a young girl plays with a 50 year old male with a signal whip or quirt or cane, does she realize that that it might scar her 18 year old body, even if he doesnt mean to? Does she KNOW that, has he explained it? Does the girl allowing the Master (I have recently been this girl and guilty of this exact situation) to place needles in her breasts have the education to use proper PPE to keep them both safe? (I didnt know him, had never seen him play and he was from out of town. However I did know enough to watch his precautions and make informed decisions) Does she understand that she will have marks and bruising(yes i did, and yes he explained this to me). Did she understand that there is a possibility of disease transmission SHOULD they exchange blood in the case of an accident (yes i did, did i ask to see a clean bill of health, no. I allowed play to continue based on several methods of PPE and Prep that showed me the two men I was playing with were educated. Risk Aware Consentual Kink - I was aware of the risks associated with needle play with strangers).

How do we as a responsible community make sure that the new players no matter of age, race, religion, color, creed, sexual orientation or level of participation get out the word that there is a need to be educated about play. That one must understand and take upon themselves their own responsibility and safety above and beyond that which any Master, Mistress, Dom/me or Trainer could ever provide? How can we as a community impress that ultimately at the end of the day every action and consequence is only one persons responsibility or fault. And that it is only when one understands these things for themselves that they can then entrust another with those things safely?

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

My facination with big fat cigars...

2008-05-15T15:32:00.000-07:00

Call me a slut, but since sucking cock is not in my daily repetoire, I have found that a heady, thick smoked, peppery tasting cigar is a great substitue. Those of you who know me know I love relaxing under the stars with a good cigar listening to the crickets and rush of the river in my back yard in the early evening.

Now HOW excited am I that OCLA is giving "CIGARS 101: HOW TO BUY, CUT, LIGHT, SMOKE & PLAY WITH CIGARS
PRESENTED BY KAREN YEW FROM SAN DIEGO"!!! All you sluts get on down to this class and learn that you don't EVER offer me a zippo to light my 20.00 cuban. :)

I love love love my cigars, and if you see me out and about with a nice cigar, and can properly offer me a light... I may just favor you for the evening.

xo

Miss Vonn

Ps kiddies, Mina Fatale and I will be at this event, come on out and say hello.
Tuesday May 20th, 2008 at 8:00 PM at Piston's Bar, 2020 E. Artesia, Long Beach, CA 90805

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Old story, written by leather kitten, Just plain hot.

2008-05-13T17:34:00.000-07:00

kittens stories are woven fiction and non-fiction. They are mostly just hot and a memoir of her strong desires.

Acceptence, a long journey well worth it.

I woke on my mat to discover several large boxes. I was a bit more than surprised as I am usually quite the light sleeper, however the previous nights activities had me "a bit more" exhausted than usual. I recognized the boxes immediately but was quite confused as to why they were in my bedroom surrounding me.

I rose and went about my chores, curiosity overflowing, there were things that had to be done in the house before I ever allowed myself to worry about extra curriculars. I flipped the switch on my coffee pot, ate, showered and shaved making sure every inch that may be exposed to my owner was squeaky clean. I wiped down the bathroom surfaces leaving it cleaner than when I came, making sure the seat was left up.

I dressed in my black flannel jammie bottoms and an old halter top then moved into the garage. It appears the box fairy had presents for me at my station as well, though there were several pairs of boots and a set of chaps that had been left for me by my Mistress from the previous weeks work that needed tending to before I looked in the telling box from New Rock. For the last year she would have boy bring them and set them near my station, smelling of vanilla and leather and sweat and often times boys cologne. Even though she never spoke about their activities or the interactions she had with her clients I could tell right away what types of play she had encountered that week. Tall thigh high kid skin stiletto boots with a smidge of lube around the front side rim of the top, strap-on, leather sandals with discoloration of the polish, foot worship, black pvc knee boots with mangled finger prints all over the slick shine of her foot, boy. He didn't care, he didn't understand. All he knew is that when she would wear it next it would be beautiful again, did he ever notice? I may never know. But I would know when his grubby man hands and slimy saliva covered slobber tool had been sucking Mistresses boots.

I set to cleaning each pair with a soft bristle tooth brush. I always start at the top of any leather and work my way down the seams. Andy taught me that before I was out of high school. I knew every curve of every single boot, I knew every scuff that would never come out, I knew every knick in the base of every platform, some I could mend a bit, some I simply did my best. Mistress was rough on everything, including her boots. Mistress worked for the Dept of Forestry and fire protection, and happily that is where we met. When she transferred to our station as an engineer she would often compliment my boots, I never had dirty boots. Once I caught her in my foot locker and she laughed as I entered the dorm and asked her if I could help her. She just said she wanted to know how I managed to come back from a fire, shower and have perfectly "manicured" boots.

She swore I must have had 5 pairs. I blushed, laughed and told her 3. That night after dinner and teaching cpr to a group of police explorers, I was sitting in my usual spot in the bay in the quiet, just in a t-shirt, boxers, light duty pants and socks and in front of me on pair of boots. This particular pair had seen me through the academy and even was spared the shears by the captain when I was injured. I love these boots, they were the boots I wore to and from NY in 2002. There they did not help me save lives, but help me give back the lost to those who were left behind. These boots have brought lives into the world, been with me on the lines with convicts. I turned on my disc man, adjusted the ear buds and opened the box that had been Andy's. I still have the tooth brush he gave me before I was allowed to even look at waxes and conditioners. Though it is long retired and MANY have come and gone since. I quickly became lost in the sounds of what ever compilation I had brought with me to the gym earlier that week, most likely Rammstein or DM that soon too became just background as I moved around the top seam and down over the loop and down the back of the boot, the dirt of the afternoons training exercise coming loose in soft little dusty poufs as if I was removing every step taken that day from the supple leather upper of my black leather. I removed the lacing and made my way into the crevices at the base of the tongue. A thick acrylic nail removed a few pebbles from the waffle of its sole. A warm cloth with a small bit of saddle soap was in order to remove the thick black ash and soot that was caked on after trudging through the burnt underbrush. Pair 3 was due for a thorough blacking, however, this was not the place for that. I noted each place that was going to need extra care as I rubbed and warmed the single thin layer of polish with my little blow dryer. Sometime after I began the spit shine she had come into the garage, no doubt wondering what the hell I was doing with a blow dryer, but I didn’t really care who saw me I was polishing my boots. Totally normal around the house, I just spent more time than any of the others would ever know with mine. I LIVED in my boots.

No one else at the station ever knew. No one, I don't think, had ever taken notice. I was going off duty later that night and wouldn't return for 4 days. When I did, there was a small pair of boots in my locker. Thus started my time with my Mistress boots, soon she was promoted as was I and we continued to work together until I had to retire due to injuries. We still live in the same house, I still find her boots in my locker when I "go to work".

The cleaning finished, I windexed the PVC, Washed the leathers down gently with warm water and saddle soap and when they were wiped of the foam, I left them to dry just a bit, tended to my household chores and ate some breakfast. I have to admit I wanted to open every box but I dared not. Not at least until that pile of boots, sandals and shoes was polished and put back in place in Mistress' closet. She would be gone for four days this time, boy had gone home and after I was done I would have a few days to rest and relax. I had thought about taking a drive up to Arrowhead for a couple days rest and to meet up with some old friends in Green Valley. It sounded like a good idea. I finished the bathrooms and put in the last load of laundry into the dryer, the air in my garage was now nice and warm.

I lifted the thin remnants of one of my dept. t's and noted the square was about spent, but the velvety soft cotton scrap would do a lovely job for today. I settled into my bean bag placing a stand in front of me, I began the meticulous buffing until I felt that coarse horse hair slide across Mistresses boot like a sharp blade on pond ice. The strokes smooth and slick I replaced the laces and started on the next. Two polished, one pair oiled I was done a few hours later. Completely relaxed I went in to check my e-mail. There it was instructions for me and the boxes that had been left about. Mistress had left me all of her leather goods to be oiled and cleaned each cat suit was to be like new when she returned from duty. When I completed this ENORMOUS task I was to open the box that had been left for me at my station in the garage.

Box one was corsets, which came with deodorant stains, one was spattered in lube and sweat. I spread out a thick layer of terry cloth towels over the floor in the living room and set to work, comfortable being alone and undisturbed with no chance of visitors. Perhaps this is why she chose the time. It was after all perfect. Each corset brought memories of a night out, or in, with Mistress. Photo shoots dressing her in and out of various outfits and costumes, the only time I was ever allowed to boss her around, the only time I ever was comfortable doing so. I can bring the best out in a subject and she saw that quickly, I never allowed her to be photographed until the subject in the frame was as perfect as the person being studied by the camera. Every position was studied, her weak ankle propped, head forward, hips to the side, feet offset...smiles, lip gloss and hair perfect.

I began to loose myself in the vanilla sent of her perfume, and the heady scent of her mingling with the tangy invigorating scent of leather. I followed the same steps, dusting, washing and oiling each corset, several more pairs of chaps, a ball gown, gloves, jeans, 3 pairs of colored leather pants, jackets and finally her two cat suits, it was sometime mid morning the next day that I realized I had never stopped until I finished and fell asleep with her leathers airing in the warmth of the house air that I had heated to 85. I was exhausted and hot, the entire house smelled of leather by this point.

I fixed myself breakfast, a bagel most likely, turned off the heater and headed for a shower, where I shaved and cleaned myself as I did every morning. I smiled as the water beaded off my hands, thighs and belly. I decided a long soak would be nice, so pulled up the plug and sank into the large warm tub and let the hot water surround me. I let my feet play in the faucet as I placed my hands over my nose taking in the left over scent. My body jarred as I came, the warmth of my own heat mixing with the water that invaded the air that had touched it moments before. My toes rotated the cool steel faucet closed as I sunk under the hot water, my blonde hair floating about my face, the weight of my being lost in the deep pool of heated goodness.

I know it had been at least two hours as I had emptied and refilled the water several times as it cooled off, the AC had turned on, so I knew it was hot outside. I stretched my tired and spent hands and arms, then my back, which was creaking in protest to the extended night I had spent on the floor bent over cleaning, caring and polishing every stitch of leather Mistress ever wore. Perhaps I should have spread out the work. I stood slowly and wrapped myself in a thick cotton towel, wrapped my hair in another.

I dressed in a pair of black shorts, gingham blue and white flannel and my black redwings filled my camel pack, grabbed a few snacks, my 7 day bag and hopped into the truck and headed up 330 towards Green Valley, the best kept secret in So Cal. The kinkiest little lake in the world that allows families that is. :D

So John and Mike met me there and we played dominos, drank and watched dirty (dirty even by my standards) porn. Drank some more then staggered our way down to the lake for a midnight dip. I still managed keys for the water district and the water was relatively warm in the shallows. I made my way back up to the cabin as John pulled mikey up onto the platform in the middle of the swim shallows and began to drill him under the full moon. As hot as it was to see them going at it, they were beautiful when they kissed and I was just reminded that it had been months since Mistress and I had fucked.

My buzz was waning and I was drying off in the warm summer air. I could see across the small valley as I lay out on the deck. In the quiet of the night I could also hear a raccoon make its way from can to can up the street and the sounds of mike occasionally breaking the quiet. I knew it was a treat for him, it was his favorite place in the world to fuck, but only got to do it there when I was around to unlock the beach in the middle of the night. I had dusted off my boots and placed them just inside the door to keep them out of the moist morning air I curled up and fell asleep with thoughts of Mistress' boots resting firmly upon my face the sounds of LOA's Obey me somewhere in the house as the boys settled in. I slept in fits of dreams my tongue sliding down the laces of Mistresses thigh high boots, bits of her creamy flesh playing peek-a-boo with my tongue teasing me. I knew I would never be allowed more contact with her flesh than that, but it was enough. I dreamt of the 6" heel sliding past my lips and fucking my cunt and the taste of my own wetness as I cleaned it off, worshiping my goddess the way that made her come.

I woke to John standing in his uniform a cup of coffee in one hand and my seven day in the other, our team had been called up we needed to get off the mtn and into cherry valley. My head pounded, but this was my life. I slipped quickly into my light duties and boots, kissed mikey good bye and John and I hopped into his jeep and we were off. The air was red, the hills in this valley hadn't burned in 35 years and it was going to be a long haul. I didn’t get to see her for 2 more days, though we often worked in the same trailers. I talked to her shortly, was told which trailer was hers and that I was welcome to sleep there. Secretly I hoped to catch her there too. That night I found a pair of dirty sooty boots, only recognizable by the faint scent of vanilla body lotion on the insides. Exhausted, I brushed them clean and gave them a thorough spit shine taking my 3 hour rest period to about 45 minutes. I napped hard and woke up to find the boots gone and a piece of paper with a kiss placed upon it. I floated in happy exhaustion for two more days. This is where I belong. John nudged me at the briefing as I smiled watching the line of boots on the makeshift dais of the media trailer, Mistress standing there answering questions, her boots shining in the acrid air of the morning. Hmmmm, I wonder what is in the box at home. As I turned to return to my station, with the duty roster and updated equipment log, I looked down at my boots and several pairs around me, I could pick Johns out several yards ahead, the roster was light and I was able to sneak in a few hours sleep under Johns station, who was always good for a sneak trample, the next 20 days were similar, long days, ended with a shining of a small pair of boots and a buffing of mine, blissful sleep then back to the lines. When we got home Mistress showed me her new boots up close and personal, she wore us both (me and the boots) to bed, where we stayed together for the next 3 days.
Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Five CRAZY Days. DomConLA

2008-05-12T13:01:00.000-07:00

OK Sluts. So if you have never been to DomConLA it is as close to Hedon in LA as you can get. BEAUTIFUL DOM/MES OF all ilks and fetish galore!

This year the pre-"convention" industry classes were two days, and I think that most who sat on panels will agree, that there was alot of networking and almost an overload of information given out and exchanged during and after each panel or class.

Wednesday morning I packed up my portadungeon and headed into Downtown to Mina's place. After a cup of tea we headed over to the LAX Hilton parked and found the discussion group we were looking for. Irene Boss, Mistress Ellen and Madame M were already there for the marketing yourself class.

Thursday I was feelin a bit under the weather so Mina took care of me and I managed to slip on my Black PVC coat and dress and my knee high black pvc stilletto boots and head on over to the meet and greet. What an AMAZING GROUP OF LADIES! Good times. After the Party we headed over to the Red Door Dungeon to visit with Viki, jasmine and the dungeons owner. GOOD TIMES WERE HAD!!! I was so happy to reconnect with some old friends it was so good to see Viki she looks marvelous!

Friday morning we woke a bit late, but made it down to the hall around 430, I was still a little blech, but my black versatile fashions floor length snap skirt with burgandy trim and matching corset did make me feel much better. Friday night was the play party at PAS, WOWZERS what a bevy of FLESH. Most of you know I love needles and needle play, I was in the mood for some heavy play on myself, hoping the trance and energy exchange would allow me to make it through the rest of the convention. :D and allow the new house boy to see that Mistress was a bad ass bitch and when I tell him that he can take it. I know what the hell I am talking about. ;) GOD BLESS MZ. FATALE, she comes a runnin up with two HOT leather daddy's from SLC Rox and Andrew who were looking for a play partner, not an LA stand and model femme. They were looking to do needle play. :D AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE SOUND OF GORGEOUS Leather Flesh speaking music to my ears. Of course I did offer up Ladislava at first but she was looking for ass to beat for once. meh, I declared my love for needles and we were off, the boy watching his Mistress get peirced. heh talk about cuckholding for pain sluts!!!!!! muahahhahahaha. I think there were 40 needles used, I quickly lost count as we played. A small power pull and I became lost and distracted by the feel of a leather covered knee that was wedged into my crotch and the boot at the end of that leg that was just in my focal point. God I felt like I was 20 again serving J. It's nice to have a vacation at home. Though the scene proved too much for the boy (which doesnt bother me in the least), I woke to smiling faces and new friends. *Le Sigh* Invigorated I wandered around the party but I will admit the rest of the night is Lost On me. I don't even really remember going home...It was fanfuckingtastic. Thank you to Rox and A for the memory.

Saturday was a crazy day... which I will post about in a while...

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Just in time for DOMCON LA!!! Miss Vonn Merchandise!!

2008-05-06T19:32:00.000-07:00

Check out my ZAZZLE GALLERY for Miss Vonn Trample shirts and other designs. :)

If I see you at DomCon LA next weekend in one of my designs I'll be sure to get a pic with you and have a special treat just for you!

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Sweet Sebastian, Sweet pup I see you, and know you're smiling.

2008-05-02T08:27:00.000-07:00

Now what could a good little boy be doing cruising my website at midnight but thinking about all of the debaucherous and sinister things Mistress could be doing to him? You KNOW I can see when you've been on my website and you KNOW I think you are a good boy... *grins* and I do sweet sebastian.

Question is...What is going on in that little head of yours as you cruise my music, what is going on in your head as you listen to Eartha, Dean, NIN and LOA? Tell me, tell me here, tell me now sweet pup.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till we meet on Sunday dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Two switches and a 12 pack. An unfinished story by Switch Kitten

2008-04-28T15:46:00.000-07:00

Let me tell you a story about Damu and Kitten, two switches who one day will both surely end up dead in each others arms.

Last night began very mundane, thai food, smokes, beer, conversation about life, I think he was inviting the play from about hour two when he picked up the green dressage crop, a long thin crop with a nasty little bite, very similar to a cane. Come to think of it, it’s almost just a cane with a small bit of folded leather not much wider than the stalk of instrument. Meh, this really doesn’t matter cause the boy would deny he was inviting play any how. Flipping the crop “innocently” through is lanky fingers, a secret seductful, sexual demon fought within me. I hate those fuckers, however, the release this man offers, sometimes I wonder how to fight this battle.

I would let him do things to me that will surely end up with a puddle of piss beneath me, but the crop is a battle I fight.

I think there may be a couple more stories by kitten about D and her playing. Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

A is for Asphyxiation

2008-04-25T16:56:00.000-07:00

Some of you may think me contrite in saying I love breath play. I remember it like it was yesterday, well because it was.

It was a warm spring Sunday morning. And I woke next to d my submissive demon, he always looks so angelic and child like when he sleeps, I love watching him sleep. My hangover was in full effect and the birds I so love (and feed out the back door) were singing the devil's song though and I needed food. I woke the demon with a nudge or two (maybe it was twenty, and after about thirty minutes of conjoling I roused him for a walk downtown for french toast and coffee. Neither of us bothered to do more than wipe of the previous nights paint from our faces and put on sunglasses to save our eyes from the beauty of the day.

Two Umbrella's was busy as usual, however their late breakfasts were just what each of our debaucherous hangovers required, though the slut did bring his own beer, you know just in case the coffee didn't cut it. After a relaxing walk to the Pier for some light shopping and back, we both were feeling quite creative and pulled out a roll of pond liner I had brought with me for arts and crafts and toy making. MMMM arts and crafts with the demon.

I had purchased a relatively thin piece of rubber membrane this time around. Just to see what we could do with it. It was the customary black rubber, just like an inner tube on a bicycle, just a flat rubber sheet. The smell of rubber just makes my pussy wet, and watching it turn into a collar or corset or skirt ... trimmed in shiny chrome spikes and studs for the fetish club goth kids makes me even more excited. Then to see one of my floggers, whips or a corset across the room just sets me off in a silent fit of orgasm and self indulgence. Quite the narcissistic moment when I see a beautiful person sporting one of my custom pieces. The demon switch looked at me and laughed, then said "I know just what to do with this" as he held up a 12" x 12" piece of the thin rubber membrane with his impish grin and a fire in his eyes he asked me if I wanted to find out what he had in mind. With a fake face of fear I told him no, that he was too dangerous with rubber...

d rose and came straight at me across the small kitchen, clearing it in one smooth step, the rubber was upon my face, gentle and soft, I could smell the starch that was on it from the manufacturing process still as he teased my senses. It was cold and smooth on my skin, and I drew a sharp breath taking in the distinctive smell that is rubber, not sweet, not acrid, not tar either, just rubber. Any rubber enthusiasts will know JUST what I mean. I could feel my cunt become wet quickly. Fucker was toying with me, knowing I love the feel and scent of it. Mistress often reveled in his own enjoyment of confinement and alter ego who often was cloaked in rubber hoods and gas masks.

Somewhere along the line, as I was lost in the teasing of rubber and warm sun on my face, a knife was opened, I vaguely remember being lifted to my feet, the small sheet of rubber tucked between his fingers and my throat. I could at once feel the blood caught in my head begin to pound, death's fingers wrapped about the back of neck and a blade at my throat. As the small room began to close in on us like the iris of an old camera, I was dropped to the cotton mattress in the corner of the room, everything coming back into focus at once. That dark jester descended upon my face with that blasted sheet of rubber which quickly cut off my site, taste and smell. Blackness in panic, the taste and smell of rubber swimming through my head, I could barely hear him growl out to his Mistress who was at once cumming under his skilled and controlled brand of dementia. "Ana, Mistress Ana, quiet now it will last longer, if you relax sweetheart, dear Ana".

Hmm, he's so right, I did teach the demon well. I could feel the knuckles of both hands pressing to either side of my jaws and the rubber was stretching tight against my face, pulling my skin along with it. After what felt an eternity, he lifted the sweat covered sheet from my face...sigh.

That night, we celebrated our new invention. OK So we just were looking for a reason to party. We always are, After a sea of gin and the boys drink of choice for the evening, he danced for me, his body twisting and writhing to the sounds of industry in LA. The smoke and lasers, did nothing but detract from the man in his green and purple studded shoulder cow. Turning in time to the music, looking pained and distraught as members of his cult do when they move the way that I find so sexy on the dance floor. Signalling with my new black hankie he knew it was time to go. On his face I am sure I saw the same self indulgent smile that I feel each time I see a toy of mine across the room. Yes, this was going to be a great way to end the weekend. Hungry I took hold of that cold steel leash and lead him home. A is for Asphyxiation.

If you aim to please...aim for my feet!

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

The ABC's of BDSM, The Stories of my Life.

2008-04-25T08:00:00.000-07:00

So after 16 years of bdsm, in one incarnation or another I have experienced many forms of bdsm, as a giver and taker...Over the next few months (possibly years I will chronical my bdsm activities in a series of stories involving the ABCs of BDSM. I am tossing around the idea of making this a membership area on my site. But as of now, no definative decissions have been made.

The abc's of domination

Asphixiation, abraision, after care
Bondage, bastinado, breath control
Cbt, cages
Dicipline
Encasement, edgeplay
Financial, first aid, face sitting, Fisting, fountain of Venus, forniphillia
gynarchy, grope box, genitorture
Hhouse slave, humbler(puppy who doesnt stay on all fours?)
INFIBULATION (chaste slave fucking around), inversion table
Japanese clover clamps, junk drawer
Kami (hair bondage), kennel play
Lacing table,leg spreader
Milking, mummification
Needles and newbies, nose hooks,
Orgasm denial, orientation play
Paddles, pain, pervertables, predicament bondage
Queening
Retifism
Soapy mouth, suspension, smoking, sounds
Tickling, trampling, toegasm
Ugols law, if you have a kink, no matter how strange, someone else somewhere has it., utility d/s
Violet wand,
Water bondage, waxing,
X-frame
Yoke
Zipper

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Yes, Mistress works. Two Jobs. No Mistress Cannot play NOW. You will have to wait a bit.

2008-04-23T12:39:00.000-07:00

Many boys ask to serve me real time, and a few are even given the honor of it. When phone slaves question my life as a real time Mistress it really pisses me off. Some of these boys think real time service means a Mistress is on her back "being pleasured" by slaves day and night, that she doesn't work and there is a 6'3" tall 9" cut tanned (anyone fitting this description want the position?) standing by to serve my every need waiting on me hand and foot, upset at themself if I have to lift a finger. OH OH OH and let us not forget there are two of them both working full time offering up their checks to me, alternating their time in the house so that I am completely comfortable at all times. Get fucking real (again if anyone is interested in that poistion, call me NOW!)

Well ... this is the real world boys, not BDSMLand wherein we wear leather 24/7 and are rubbed down and oiled with the best spanish olive oil, cinnamon and ginger every morning before my tea is served...(again, if you can afford to support me in this lifestyle and think you are intelligent enough to survive me, call now!).

Yes, granted it would be incredible to just relax and let others care for your every need. But any true dominant, controlling person knows that in order to be in charge of your own life and world, as well that of other, it is necessary to make sure certain things are secured by the dominant. That means funds to cover bills and other necessities without relying solely on income from others that may end suddenly (via death, dismissal from service, injuries, etc.).

Anyway, I LOVE what I do. I make ideas and fantasies become reality. I own two businesses. Most men do not know this, but I am also a web designer and photoshop artist. Professional domination and Nite Flirt is a side business for me. And who better for phone and distance training than a Mistress who has experienced nearly everything in real life that a call client asks about? This means I can provide you with very descriptive real time experiences as part of your training or fantasy. I know descriptive details make phone sex ten times more interesting and exciting.

I also cook several meals a week for my household (because I like to cook), and I clean at times (because I like some things done a certain way and have yet to find a boy who is capable of following a direction completely, again, if you think you've got what it takes CALL ME. The reason I work is simply because I am a control freak. I demand perfection in my own life (work, play and service), therefore I do many things myself to insure they are done to my satisfaction.

Simply put, I do not ever depend on slaves, submissives or clients for my income. I am in control of my life, household and submissives. Dependency breeds need, need breeds submission, I am Dominant. Nuff said? So for those of you who ask to see me with 10 minutes notice, those of you who do not have the forethought that even though your time is valuable, mine is much more valuable than yours will ever be. Why is that? The answer is simple. I have what you want and can't get without me. Call ahead, be polite, arrive on time and well groomed and you will have the time of your life. If you are calling and just want to chat without having a way to better my home, financially or in some form of support you will be dismissed immediately.

Miss Vonn

So if you want to Impress me.

2008-04-22T15:58:00.000-07:00

Let's start by using full sentences and speaking slowly and clearly when talking to, e-mailing or addressing me in any manner. THEN IF I HAVE GRANTED YOU AN AUDIENCE. (you can be sure that I only allowed it out of pitty for the "special" that I have. Then again, the "special" men who would have the nuts to call a domina would KNOW TO BATHE!!! ASSFUCK)

Next and perhaps I am repeating myself, but Be sure to bathe you sick fucking degenerate. My dinner will taste wonderful with your money in my pocket. The only thing that will be better, will be the company, who will have bathed before comming to see me.

Jesus did I really just have to spell that out?

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

DomCon Los Angeles ROLL CALL

2008-04-10T11:55:00.000-07:00

Sluts, sissy's and subbies it's that time of year...the time that most of you little preverts come out of the wood works to our very own dream world. Mistress Cyan's DomCon Los Angeles. This year the convention is a full 5 days of leather, latex and lucious goddesses roaming the hallowed halls of the convention. The meet and greet will be thursday night. Be sure to make the play party and fetish ball part of your itnerary as well.

I will be sessioning at the nearby Passive Arts studios, but only with those submissives with the forethought and courtesy to schedule in advance. So if you are traveling to meet the women of your dreams at DomCon here's your chance to session with the West Coat's BBW with the mostest Moi. Your's truly.

I will be haunting the convention floor thursday and friday saturday afternoon and most of the day sunday. Will I see you there???

I am also looking for an errand boy for the duration of the convention. Must be reliable, available wed-sunday and able to drive 3 adults from place to place.

Contact me via e-mail if you are interested in this position.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Panty boy Rick

2008-04-08T17:19:00.000-07:00

I still remember the night I met my panty boy rick. I still chuckle at the thought of how we met three years ago. He belonged to a lesbian friend of mine. Our association is a constant reminder of how small this fetish world is. I think in the 16 years I've been around, my separation from anyone in the LA area is by one. After a dinner
party one night I went back to her house and there was this tall pretty faced man, which shocked me because well she is a lesbian. I
should have known there was more to him than a broad back and strong looking hands.

Fast forward three years to two weeks ago. I was answering e-mail on a personals site and there was a photo of a very familiar head. No
face just a hint of a profession and the top of his head. I e-mailed him, surprised to see he was advertising on the site as a dominant
male. We met the next night. I drove into Melrose and on a dark street I saw him walking towards me. God the same broad shoulders and
silhouette. I was wet at once knowing shortly those shoulders would be trapped beneath my knees his head held captive between my strong
thighs. I was very hungry for someone who knew how to satisfy a woman. I also knew a secret thanks to my friendship with his ex. Rick likes
to wear panties.

Hot and heavy the slut was just as horney as I was, he's an amazing kisser and knew just when to bend to my hand in his hair. There was
little argument, and even a beautiful muffled cry as my teeth sank over and over into the tender skin of his chest and nipples. I wondered
how long I could keep up my front before giving into my hungry cunt and fucking this man. Not long after this thought I found my panties
around my ankles and I was crawling up his long svelte body. He looked straight into my eyes daring me to try and mount his face. Instantly
the rope that had been intended for my wrists was, with a bit of a struggle, expertly tied about this smart asses wrists, confining them well
out of my way, above his head. Lest he break his beautiful walnut headboard, he would not struggle much. He and I both knew this and just
as quickly as I had bound him, he relaxed knowing I had him exactly where I had intended him to be since the first exchange of e-mail.

I whispered into his ear, "Think of it as me pleasing you, the way you TRULY like it", as I settled down upon his face, my wet cunt certain
to drown him if he was not careful of how he gasped for air. The scruff shadow upon his cheeks was heaven on my deprived pussy. His tongue
pleasured me and suddenly I cared not if he drowned or not. I needed this like I needed air. Fuck he knew what he was doing. After cumming
several times I needed water I stood, picked up my wet panties and inserted them into his gaping hole. His cock was rock hard and dancing as
he struggled with me walking about his house naked while his roomate was home. Water in hand I returned to find the slut unbound and
standing triumphant in my red lace panties. It was such a hot sight, part of me wanted to cut them from his body for inpatients. To teach him
a lesson by stripping him of what he desired, to show him who's in charge. Sigh, the other part (the part that was ultimately in charge of
this whole debaucherous evening) found the sight intensely erotic and he body fit them ... perfectly. His tight stomach was flat, the curve of
his hip bones made the lace lay just so that they appeared to have been made for him. And there straining under the thin satin fabric was my
next victim.

Setting the water down I called him to me, calmly, for the initial rage had subsided and insane sadistic hunger had taken hold of my mind once
again. I was going to hurt this little Judas, I knew he would be my panty slut now and for a good long time. Forever? Probably not, but he
did make a wonderful Mr. Right here and now. As I kissed and explored his body front and back I fought the urge to slice into his pale flesh
for a good long time, he writhed and wriggled as I teased and tickled every inch of his body. Surely he doesn’t think I am going to fuck him
yet? The night is still early, though we both were sweating messes two times over by now. I could smell his after shave as I raked my teeth
over the life serving veins in his neck. So close to the surface, so easy to crush with my fangs. I growled and his body tightened. His
trepidation fueled the hunger and I sank my teeth deep into his skin until I was sure if I continued I would taste that warm salty metallic
flavor of his blood.

I slowly eased the grip of my jaws and he folded there in my panties at my feet. Finally he was ready to submit. I had drawn from this head
strong switch that which I knew I could. A challenge yes, uncontrollable no. Just like animals, man can be controlled easily, as long as
you know what language their cock speaks. I just happened that this one spoke in panties and pain. The rest of the night is a blur of
floggers and rubber whips dancing upon his strong man hood and broad back and firm ass. It was humid and hot in his low ceilinged room. By
the time I was spent, I had had my fill of his mouth, hand and cock. His back was hot from my whip and his cock twinged every time I moved
and the air smelled of sex and sweat.

Already I am hungry for the next time he kneels before me, his mouth hungry. The panty boy is amazing and surely will be used to teach
others how to pleasure me. Soon.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

The Smitten Kitten talks toxic sex toys - News

2008-04-07T13:15:00.000-07:00

The Smitten Kitten talks toxic sex toys - News: "and I had some toys that were probably toxic,' Pritchett said. 'When I had to throw them away, it was like a little funeral because I really liked them.'

The Smitten Kitten now sells only safe toys.

'Our philosophy is if we know how dangerous these chemicals are in children and dogs, we don't want any contact with them either,' Pritchett said.

The store, located at the intersection of Lyndale Avenue and West Lake Street in Minneapolis, is staffed by sex educators who help customers with any sex questions they might have, according to Pritchett.

'We try not to gender designate the toys in our shop because your toy doesn't care who you are or how you identify your gender. People of both genders use all of our toys,' Pritchett said.

The store offers educational sessions, which include 'Erotica Writing 101' and 'Earth Day: Toxic Sex Toys 101.'

As part of the 'Healthy Sex Series,' Women's Action, Students"

I guess we all learn something every day and I for one had never considered the fact that some of my toys may have been toxic!!! I'll be doing a bit of research and filling you kids in on my findings.
Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

I believed she could fly. My first suspension rigging

2008-04-07T13:00:00.000-07:00

This weekend The pup, Mina and her gimp voyaged off into San Diego for the Morphine release party at Servitus! So, I decide I want to go in containment and just relax. All is going well, aside from a bit of anxiety from lack of control in a room full of people I generally didnt know. Don Sir (Mr Long Beach Leather) was there and my small group of peeps and that was about it. Later on in the evening around midnight Kadavar Kitty says she wants to get tied up...Poof! Off come my mits and hood, the latex coat I was wearing.

Her clothes quickly shed and I had 300' of lovely black rope in my hands almost as quick as you can say suspension! A lovely harness with a happy knot ensued and soon (almost as if I had done this a hundred times) she was off the ground! Spankings and pictures and spinning and dancing ensued for about 15 minutes until it was time for me to go and I had to take her down. The pup even managed to get a really nice shot for you all of her rope marks!!!!

Isnt she yummy? So I'm on a domme high and am really hungry! Who's next?

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Mistress's musical tastes.

2008-04-03T10:04:00.000-07:00

As some of you know, I have been updating my website over the last week and this morning I have added a page with a playlist of music that is a good sampling of what I enjoy musically.

Periodically I will be adding to this list. It includes tracks from Otis Redding, The Doors, Eartha Kitt, Frank Sinatra, Three Dog Night, Reverend Horton Heat, Depeche Mode, Tuscadero and many many others.

Enjoy it here!

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet, dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

The site has a new look!!

2008-04-01T13:52:00.000-07:00

Finally I think I have decided on a layout and design that I can keep for a while that doesn't appear as if a 15 year old hs stoodent put up my site.

I'm very excited about the things to come in the next month or so. Check back and check back often for new galleries, video clips and even clips of my first bdsm production!

I'll be posting about my exploits of the last weekend in a day or so.

Pinches and spanks pets. Wishing you dark dreams till next we meet.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Its been a while...Here's an update on my busy life.

2008-03-28T09:18:00.000-07:00

Hello dears I know it had been a little while since my last real update, so here goes.

I am talking with a sweet boy someone who really deserves the attention. He's displayed a great deal of patience with me and my dramatic life. Perhaps I just failed to see his true potential for quite some time, I don’t know. I finally grew a pair and told him how much I valued him and we shall see where things go with this pup.

Last week on Thursday night we had Nylon Night at Dungeon Servitus. The foot boys were all gone by 10:30 so the other Mistresses decided that the remaining house boys should stay for an impromptu play party!!! WEEEEEEE. Several videos from this portion of Nylon Night are floating around on my MySpace and on my YouTube pages. Check them out.

On Friday, I had a session with an enema boy. He arrived bearing gifts!! Brownie points for this fine slut. A wonderful book on enemas!!! Coffee table size but around 350 pages. I am not at home right now or I would give all of its information here and now. Rest assured I will share it with you just as soon as I have a chance.

Now first sessions usually don’t get quite so in depth, so I decided to forgo the enema and after a thorough examination, orally, rectally and ureathrally. He had to piss and I continually pressed on his bladder until I thought he would cry. HEEEEEEEE I love my life, how sweet is it that I get to torment men on a daily basis??? I digress, I found the boy squeaky clean. Needless to say, I was VERY pleased. He seemed to enjoy pressure on his tummy (like most enema boys do.) So I decided to trample him a bit before letting him go. Not many boys can take my full weight so I started slow as his tummy though slim and slender was soft and not very tone. I was amazed and completely entertained by his purple face after 10 full weight steps. I think perhaps a boy for a step aerobics class instead of my stairs would be WONDERFUL!!! (note to all trample boys anyone down???)

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Myra Breckinridge (1970) Mae West Rappin'

2008-03-26T23:33:00.001-07:00

Yes boys and girls, you read that correctly, not only does this hot ass bitch sing and dance after one FIERCE entrance, she raps.

NOT ONLY does she rap, she raps BEFORE most modern rappers were born or at least had grown their first kinky hair in their special places.

BUT WAIT, that isn't even what excites me about this here video clip, featuring Raquelle Welch and Farah MF Faucett (before she was faucett-majors...or an angel...) Ms. West in all her glory raps the original (as far as i know) version to a very popular Black Crowes song... fuck me for the third time today! I am in a good mood lets play!

Josh Harnett electro torture 4

2008-03-26T23:32:00.005-07:00

fuck

Flash Gordon (1936) gay bondage at its FINEST!!!

2008-03-26T23:32:00.003-07:00

OK so most of you know that I love love luv lurve electricity, bears, men in boots and panties (not necessarily at the same time, water play (gs too... but this is along the lines of water boarding w/ electrical) role play and encasement and well frankly this has it all. Fainting maidens in distress, bear daddy, bound boy getting shocked.... fuck I am gonna go clean myself now.

Flash Gordon (1936) gay bondage at its FI

2008-03-26T23:32:00.001-07:00

Milk Chocolate: A Love Story

2008-03-26T23:11:00.001-07:00

LOL this is sooooo fucking cute!

An amazing young virtuoso 28 and head of Los Angeles philharmonic

2008-03-14T09:15:00.000-07:00

So most of you do not know that I have a L O V E of classical music. Orchestral to be exact. Live performances are my ideal eargasm. I caught the tail end of one 60 Minutes segment of a virtuoso named Gustavo Dudamel. In the segment he was instructing his musicians to make love to their audience with their music. His intensity and emotional ferocity in guiding master musicians can only be compared to Merlin making magic or Einstein with a piece of chalk unraveling the mysteries of the universe.

The sounds I heard come from strings wood and metal combined made my heart swell. WELL this morning I found out what the hullaballooooooo was about this maistro and why 60 minutes featured almost an entire show on him. In September of 2009 he is to take the helm of the Los Angeles Philharmonic!!! Woot! Sigh. This 28 year old is so amazing. I have yet to experience such a range of emotion. Lets just say I can't wait!

Sigh, perhaps this will be the cultural revival Los Angeles so despirately needs. Fresh blood entering the system may just bring new life to this great city. I for one certainly hope so.

Until then, I'll be keeping up on this young mans work. And when the time comes, I'll be there somewhere, undoubtedly in a dark corner, enjoying my eargasm. Click on this posts title for a sample of his work with the LA Phil. squeeeeek

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

HOW slow does your news day have to be?

2008-03-13T11:14:00.000-07:00

OMG click on that link and just tell me, since when does sex toy shopping REALLY RATE as a news worthy story. Really, just leave these people to their private lives.

oh for fuck sake.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

2008-03-11T15:14:00.000-07:00

come take ten with me,

sit back
watch the tranquil flames of my fire
concentrate on the rythm and flicker of the flames
the tease of my toes...the sound of my voice
feel the warmth of my feet in your hands.
as you relax,
picture my feet in your hands soft and warm,
feel your fingers rubbing creamy, cool,
vanilla scented body lotion into
my heels, soles and the clevage just below
my long toes,
which curl down wrapping themselves over
the ends of your fingers as they readily concede
to the rythmic kneeding of your hands.

There is nothing I enjoy more than
coming home after a long hard days work,
slipping out of my work clothes, shoes and stockings
to relax beside a fire, a foot slave, having stoked the
warm welcoming flames,
waiting seated on the hearth
with hot tea and buttered sourdough toast.
his strong hands ready with my Victorias secret
vanilla body whip.

I stretch out my aching legs,
allowing you to prop my feet up on
a soft velvety goose down stuffed cushion
you've placed on the hearth to save my dog-tired toes from the
cold slate stone.

your hands brushing against
my calves as you fluff the cushion to perfection, ensuring my every
comfort. My skin is soft and smooth from the fresh
pedicure it got today on my lunch break.

you become lost in the reflection of the firelight as it shines on
the wet look of my fresh pink polish and smooth nails.

Lean down and allow your tongue to explore the
the lilliputian valleys, where the pink perfection
meets the creamy white flesh of each precious little
toe.

The stress of your work day lost as you become absorbed into the worship
of the long lobes that, dangle a shoe at dinner, tease you from the end of
my bed as you leave for the night, taunt you in your dreams, tearing at your
thoughts throughout the day, my toes entrance you, manipulate your mindscape
stimulate your soul and captivate your cock.

The smooth flesh sliding in and out of your mouth,
between your lips, tastes as sweet from the lotion,
though the length of my workday remains, the vanilla parfume
of the moisturizer does not completely mask the scent
of a foots endurance. The Miles it has walked back and
forth across my office, to and from meetings and out to lunch
downtown and back. The heat of the springtime pavement warmed my
feet through and through after my pedicure and they did sweat quite a bit.

Each toe nibbled and enjoyed, your fingers run up and down the lengths
of my effete calves. The 3 inch heels I wore today do have a way of running
my legs ragged. As you automatically begin rubbing the knots loose you become aware
of my foot resting upon your rock hard cock. Your eyes close
as you fall deeper into the rythm of our daily ritual. It pleases me that you
find such happiness and solace here at my feet pet.

your thumbs find their way back to the achilles tendon pulling and tugging gently where you massage away my wearyness, both of us lost in the moment Goddess and servant, nothing more nothing less, waves of contentment flood your body as my feet run through your fingers again, your purpose in life is nothing more than this
completing my every need. Your exhileration comes from knowing that my favorite time of the day is now, the sun setting, fire glowing and your mouth kissing and worshiping my 10 tiney penises.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Passive Arts - DV8 know's how to do it up right....

2008-03-09T16:47:00.000-07:00

My weekend began with a trip into LA with miss rosie taco and a trip into Hollywood for some rope and some fetishy clothes shopping. And away we went, I sessioned with B at 230 and picked the taco up promptly thereafter and off we went into the pits of Los Angeles. We looked at corsets and shiney catsuits for her but nothing tickled her fancy for what we had planned for her hair. Then we checked out some porn covers (yawn ~ no Ronnie Rock Productions in stock.... I checked out some toys and then we chose the rope for her hair binding. (pics to follow soon!) Black rope, new fishnets for me and a pair of velvet thigh highs for the lovely Ladislava.

I was in the mood for window shopping so it was off to Sunset and Hustler Hollywood. Huzzah! I love that fuckin store. Taco found a corset that was so freakin cute on her (again pics to follow). After a misshap between her hair and a security tag we were on our way. Again we were still in the mood for shopping so it was off to Alamitos Beach to The Crypt on Broadway n Long Beach. A quick call to the monkey man Mikey, who declined to join us... boooo. It was meant to be. I had forgotten about the blight of this neighborhood that is parking mid-week, let alone 930 on a friday night...we found parking less than a half block down. :) I smiled brightly as I watched a car pull out from the curb just infront of the Brit. Hoooray for shopping in a leather mans store, the smell just makes me *swoon*

More toys, corsets and the Taco found a collar that is uber cute on her swan-like neck. I found a new toy and will be looking deep inside my pets soon! Hooray for medical toys and DIRTY leather boys. Did some networking and have decided that I am in fact renewing my first aid/CPR instructors certificates and will be teaching classes soon to lifestylers and their potential needs soon. :)

Saturday was fun fun fun as I got to play with the tacos 4.5 feet of long beautiful hair, binding nearly every inch into two pig tails for a suspension (that sadly never happened...no pics to follow). I looked AMAZING in my blue and black corset and matching skirt, bikers cap and fishnets... ME~OW! Passive Arts was hoppin and everyone was there, looking their tasty best, the History chanel was filming and wowsers, the girls put on a show. Wish you could have been there pets. Tall Greg was there and it was wonderful to get a "ginger i've been beaten for two days and am in heaven to see you but not so much the bear hug" hug from him. It makes me happy to see good boys like G taken care of. He's a fabulous boy, ready for all the action LA has to offer! HEH.

Taco showed off her hair and I flitted around like the social butterfly I am for a while. Found a FABULOUSLY tall Masochist that was done up proper like in a chain harness and cod piece. An artfully painted on (perhaps even tatooed) Pinch here with an arrow pointing to his left nipple. Naturally I obliged the man and we had a bit of doorway fun with spankings and nipple play. Alas the night grew late and there were no boys afoot to rub suck or kiss my toes, so I made off to the car with the Taco and headed home to my castle.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Praise for foot boy W

2008-03-05T18:11:00.000-08:00

W is a true, real and one of a kind foot boy.

It is that simple. Few clients earn that type of praise
from me and fewer personals. Though W is a client, if I
had my way he would not be. But distance and work are
life circumstances that do not allow for anthing
different. If I had my way W would live under my desk
where I spend a good 10 hours each day, programing and
editing.

I have to admit it, I get a little excited when I hear he
is comming to town! "Please make sure your feet are in their special shoes and
can you please make them extra dirty for me? I cant wait
to see you!"

Those words send my imagination spinning. Where should I
walk, how long can I stand not washing my feet? How nasty
can I possibly get them? These thoughts spin through my
head.

I can almost at once feel his beard under my feet tickling
my toes. That warm breath on my feet as he breathes
steadily in and out, anxiously waiting for the ok to
worship my feet. I am sure he would love to kiss, suck
and lick them 24 hours a day if he were allowed. After
all it is his purpose. I would never get a damned thing
done though if he were to be sucking on them! *grins*
I saw W last night, and it was a cold night, I had been
wearing my special shoes for the better part of two and a
half days, and my stockings were super stinky too. I had
walked around the mall bare foot for a while, but the dirt
had come off with the sweat and the stockings. :(
He had cold drinks waiting for me and as I took a seat on
the sofa he sank to the floor at my feet. He just makes
me proud. We chatted a bit, caught up on each other while
he rubbed and sniffed my feet. Then we caught up on Nylon Night in
San Diego and some other projects I have been working
on lately.

While he was rubbing down my legs I asked him if he would
like to take a vacation in May and be my personal at
DomconLA. He says if he can he will make me proud. We
discussed his need for a bit more formal training and he
aggreed whole heartedly since we only play Pinches and spanks pets.

Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

A history of flogging. (borrowed but really good) Enjoy!

2008-02-28T18:57:00.000-08:00

This is one of the best essays on the history of flogging I have found to date. Though there are many to be had, this is my blog therefore my favorite!...I am enclosing a direct link to the original site, so that there is NO misunderstanding that I wrote this. I did not write it, I am including it on my blog for informational purposes. Its original publication is Located on the Albany Power Exchange Website

~Flogging In History~

by Che

"The beautiful woman bent on her adorer a strange look from her green eyes, icy and devouring, then she crossed the room, slowly donned a splendid loose coat of red satin, richly trimmed with princely ermine, and took from her dressing table a long thong attached to a short handle, with which she was wont to punish her great mastiff. 'You want it,' she said. 'Then I will whip you.' Still on his knees, 'Whip me,' cried her lover. 'I implore you!'"

~Sacher-Masoch~ 'Venus in Furs'

The flogger, in various forms, has played a surprisingly vital role in shaping the history of mankind. Throughout the centuries, our ancestors have incorporated it not only into their sexual practices, but into their spiritual, judicial and even medical practices as well.

Flagellation in the name of a god is far from being a rare thing. Nearly all of the mother religions, the ancient mystery cults of the great Mediterranean civilizations of Greece, Egypt, Rome and Persia, and even the religions of Islam and Christianity have, at some point in history, incorporated flagellation into their spiritual rites and practices.

In pagan Sparta, for instance, each year, during a festival called 'Day of Flagellations', young men were brought before an altar dedicated to the goddess Diana where they were whipped for from dusk to dawn. People would turn out from all over the countryside to view the whippings and to cheer and encourage the boys to 'bear the pain with fortitude.' Priests, who would bear witness to the entire ceremony, would, at the end of the day, examine the wounds on each of the boys, and, according to the sizes and shapes of the wounds, would predict the young men's futures. I might also mention, that it was not uncommon for some of the boys to die from the terrible wounds inflicted upon them during this ceremony, often without ever having uttered a sound.

Syrian priest, like countless other religious leaders, believed that the gods could be appeased by the use of scourges and would spend hours whipping themselves profusely with an instrument made of twisted woolen cords armed with small bones. And, even today, Shiite Muslims indulge in the practice of public self-flagellation.

The Church adopted it's use of the scourge from a tribe of monastics who settled in small communities in the Egyptian Desert in the year 381 AD. These 'desert fathers', who believed that any sort of physical pleasure was sinful, were avid practitioners of self-flagellation. They were of the opinion that pain and discomfort blunted cravings for the sensual pleasures of the flesh and proved the insignificance of the body. Following their lead, the Church, even in it's earliest ages embraced the practice of flagellation, both self inflicted and otherwise. Indeed, the tales of flogging within the church are numerous. Take the Pazzi, St. Rose, for instance, who would often run out into the rose garden and roll around on the thorns, after which she would race back into the convent and demand to be tied up and beaten.

By the eleventh century, the Church had even begun promoting flagellation as a form of penitence for it's parishioners, much like the modern day 'Hail Mary' (and doled out equally as often). In the twelfth century, St. Dominic Loricatus (who carried his scourge with him everywhere and flogged himself every night at bedtime, where ever he might be) even established a scale of equivalents, 1,000 lashes being considered as the equivalent of the reciting of ten penitential psalms. The priests would usually do the whipping themselves, in a place attached to the church, with the penitent, more often than not, being entirely nude. And, I might mention, there are a great number of tales of confessors making use of their powers of absolution to force their parishioners to beat 'them'.

Now, I should say that the Church neither promoted nor regarded flogging as a sensual act, though the numerous stories of and the zeal in which these floggings were given and received causes one to believe that the participants derived at least some pleasure from the act.

In Spain, young men imparted a tone of gallantry to their discipline, by flogging themselves beneath their beloved's window. The young lady would then reward her suitor by lifting her veil for a brief moment.

Flagellation for punishment's sake has been practiced throughout the world. In ancient Rome, judges would decorate the walls of their courtrooms with various types of scourges in order to strike fear into the hearts of criminals, many of whom would be ordered to endure whippings of such severity that more than just a few of them died from the wounds inflicted upon them; Austrian soldiers who misbehaved were made to run the terrible gauntlet; Russia has the knout; China still has the great bamboo; Turkey governs with the stick; the Siamese have their nightly birches; and, in Africa, there is 'mumbo jumbo'.

English schoolmasters learned to use the rod upon the backs of their students at a very early period in history. In fact, flogging is still common practice in many English schools even today. One schoolmaster, in the course of fifty years, administered to his pupils nearly half a million canings and twenty-four thousand floggings.

Flogging has also been reputed to have a good amount of medicinal value as well. At various times throughout history, it has been promoted as a way of 'stirring up the body's stagnating juices, dissolving the precipitating salts, purifying the coagulating humours of the body, clearing the brain, purging the belly, circulating the blood and bracing the nerves.' It has been used as a treatment for insanity, laziness, depression, obstruction of the bowels and even for lockjaw and choking. And, during the years 1348-1349, when the Black Death was sweeping through Western Europe, it was promoted as both a preventative and a cure for the plague.

Though sexual sado-masochism has been practiced since ancient times, the first known written account was published, in the fifteenth century, by an Italian man named Pico della Mirandola. He told of a man who could only enjoy sex if he had first been beaten to the point of bleeding with a whip which had first been soaked in vinegar. (Ouch!)

The first overtly pornographic work on the subject of flagellation was published in the year 1718, and was entitled 'A Treatise on the Use of Flogging'. With the appearance of this book, flagellation became a passion throughout Europe, so much so that the French soon dubbed it 'le vice anglais,' the English vice, a nickname which would stick for centuries.

By the late 1700's, dozens of brothels, dedicated exclusively to the practice of flagellation, were erected throughout Europe, and, I might mention, enjoyed a huge success. In fact, one of these establishments, owned by a Mrs. Colet, was so popular that even King George IV made a well-known royal visit. Another madam, Mrs. Theresa Berkley (who, in the year 1828, invented a spanking bench known as the Berkley Horse or Chavelet), made the equivalent of $20,000 American dollars during the eight years in which she operated her flagellatory brothel, quite a substantial amount for her time.

Also during this period, a man by the name of Chase Pine invented a machine which was capable of whipping up to forty persons simultaneously. (Personally, I think that this one lacks one of the most important ingredients of a good scene...the human touch.)

There are many tales of flogging amongst the ranks of nobility, including kings and queens. Among these tales is one of a certain nobleman who lived during the reign of King George II. This masochistic gentleman rented a house in St. James' Place and hired an attractive, elderly woman as his housekeeper. One day each week, she had been instructed to lay out scrub brushes, mops, cleansers, and every other item necessary to clean a room, and to engage two women to meet him there on that day: one of these women was to 'role play' a housekeeper and the other a chambermaid. The nobleman would then dress himself up as a parish girl and begin scrubbing the room. Afterwards, either one or both of the women would scold for doing a poor job and then whip him, just as many parish girls were, in those days, whipped by their mistresses.

And then there is the tale of Queen Catherine de' Medicis who would place her maids of honour over her knees and whip them like little children. Even ladies of quality, living at court, were not exempt from this same type of chastisement, when they were naughty, whether they were in the immediate suite of the Queen or not, and pages often found themselves upon the whipping block as well.

Now, the flogger you see today is much different than the ones our ancestors used. In fact, often they would make due with whatever they could find at hand, be it a bundle of rods or switches, leather thongs, or any of a countless variety of other items.

There is little doubt that the scourge has played, and continues to play, more than just a passing role in the shaping of the history, and the future, of mankind. Even today, may people still find pleasure at the business end of the scourge. It is regarded among practitioners of BDSM to be a tool of sensuality...an instrument of passion and affection. I won't attempt, in this article, to explain our reasons for our love of the scourge, that topic, at the very least, deserves an article all it's own. Just know that present day D&Ser's use their whips with the safety and well being of their partner in the forefront of their mind. We have developed safewords to let us know when our partners limits have been reached and have educated ourselves in 'safeplay' practices so that we might be skilled in our whipping and thereby be able to so without serious injury to our partner(s).

Needless to say, the little history that I have sited here is far from being complete. I would refer those of you interested in knowing more to the following books: 'An Illustrated History of the Rod' by William M. Cooper, 'Different Loving' by Gloria Brame, William Brame and Joe Jacobs, 'Sex in History' by G. Rattray Taylor, and, another book entitled 'Sex in History' by Reay Tannahill.
Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Three hour spank-o-rama with Miss Ladislava and Mina Fatale

2008-02-26T09:15:00.000-08:00

The evening started out as a phone call Thursday evening. "Want to go to fetish bar?"

I heard the hunger in the growl that ensued through her thick eastern-block accent, god it's just hot to hear her say Falk...::shivers:: "Oh yes!" she released into the great universe, "S say's he'll be there too!!!"

I quickly add the roll call up in my head S equal pictures and FJ. Frankly FJ equals a great CBT and fainting scene. MF will be meeting us there and that means someone to cover my seventh inning stretch with ML...sigh ML...5'11" of Czech Amazonian tastiness and a Teflon ass that can take whatever is given. GOD I love her. One of my best friends in the world and she is simply amazing. But OH that accent as she howls into the night over the bass and din of sweaty industrial music in the other room...WOOF! As I come back to conscious reality, ML is still rambling about what she should wear and I state its a medical theme for the evening and she says she shall wear her nurses uniform. HEH Medical scenes and spankings shall surely send me into orgasmic heaven!

So after a bit more planning, I tell her to be ready at 8:30 Saturday night and we will grab a bite to eat in Hollywood before so she would have plenty of energy for the night.(mind you I've said nothing at this point about my plans for her ass) A quick shiver to her "oh yes energy I will need that for sure!" and we hung up.

Saturday I was sure to rest and relax, for I had planned an all night "take over the stage" type scene which no one in Los Angeles had ever seen me do. I had entered a few spanking contests at clubs, however, I am known for power NOT finesse. This was my night, my arm was worked out all week, and my jacket was warm. BUT Christ Dec. 16 was not a balmy L.A. day and the evening looked no better.

Meh NO matter. By 730 I was dressed to KILL in black PVC head to toe, Nurses hat, thick squeeky slicker, pvc opera gloves and knee high boots with stiletto heels. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM shiny. Would look great under the lights. Yes, the lights of mah stage for the evening. OK OK so there was one detail I forgot to call the promoter and secure the stage but we shall get to that in a minute dear readers.

I get to ML's apt at 8:20 to find her not in a nurses uniform "It just looks old" she states flatly "this is MUCH cuter do you not think?"

"uhm..." Swallow, maintain composure, "yeah", insert Peter Brady squeak here, "It sure is MUCH cuter, besides its Christmas time!" ML is standing before me six feet tall in red strappy stilettos, and a red ala victorias secret Mrs. Claus outfit that HAS BEEN HEMMED SHORTER. OMG.... droooooool. About this time you are thinking I am a complete lesbian. That is not the case. I just believe strongly that beauty comes in all forms. That is my story and I am sticking to it.

"You ready?" I ask.

"Ready to get spanked!" She joked.

"We shall see pretty girl" I wasn't.

A shared burger and stares at Denny's at Sunset and the 101 and we were off to Fetish Bar Reunion on Santa Monica. A text from MF stating she would be a bit late the boy had a flat tire or some non-sense. I was a bit irritated since I had Stripper Claus with me and it was FRIDGID. S was there shortly after us he stood with us outside, ML standing there with my jacket around her, a MV and S samich. I have to admit, I can think of worse occurrences.

After a LONG wait, MF and boy finally showed, got us in and by then we had lost my stage. I patiently waited ala club unwritten rules that one NOT hog the stage all night. It was quickly clear that the guy had the same idea I did and was going to play there all night. So, typical of MF and me we made our own play space... after all that is was dark back rooms are for!

*************this is the part you all have been reading for!!!**************

A St. Andrew's secured, a bag on the floor for the girls feet... sheesh clean freak...without concern for the spectators removed that little marabou hemmed red velvet circle skirt and ASSumed the position.

Oh to watch that perky little ass jiggle with each strike, and if it werent for the need to properly warm ones arm up before a marathon lest you get a severe case of tennis elbow... I could have gone to town.

But no, patience was in order for this night. Several rounds of cutsie bouncing behind slaps in rhythm to the VNV, Depeche Mode and NIN that was playing in the main room. I don’t know how long into our scene it happened, Rammstein began and ML's hands slid down to her ankles and she secured the top of her tush in the apex of that cross and looked up at me. Chestnut hair in a halo on her face. *Snap-FLASH* S's camera went off somewhere in the room. *SMACK* my hand hit her ass.

Backhand, double handed one-on-each-cheek, lifting, grabbing, nail digging, MF handing me paddles, steel, acrylic, wood. By then my hands were sliding around in my Opera gloves and I stripped them off one at a time so she would feel the heat of my hands as I ran them up her arched back. The room circled around us. I know there were cheers and a few idiots. But all in all it was me and ML one on one, face down ass up. Sometime in the night I yelled out for napkins and they were handed to me to mop up the sweat on my forehead as the room was so unlike the cold night air outside. Warm and balmy, like Myrtle Beach in the spring time on green golf course at sunset...mmmmmmmmm again that's for another blog, we are in LA in a dark, hot, dingy back room of 7969 on Santa Monica blvd.

When I tossed the napkins to the side someone handed me a sweat scrapper and I took my purple beauty and looked up at the crowd and smiled brightly as I had found my space, running the curve of that beautiful little implement around the flesh of her now leathered ass. Sigh. It's got a little curve and a concave shape so it hugs a round feminine curve like a Lamborghini on PCH in Malibu. Every swing cut through the conversations and music, her ass was blackening and I was fading. I dropped the scrapper and began to swing again calling on the rest of my strength looking around for back up...ML was standing there just off to the side, playing with the air hose of boy who at some point had been secured in a straight jacket and the ever present gas mask. "Mina, seventh inning stretch mommy!" I stepped around to the back of the cross stood the girl up and made sure she knew it wasn’t me back there. She was lost and looked directly at me then smiled and nodded. I went off in search of water which boy promptly handed me. MF thinks of everything and I love her.

I mopped off and returned to ML standing in front of her as MF stood behind her digging her nails into her cheeks, jiggling them, spanking her and flogging her. The only thing better than watching her ass is watching her face as she ebb's and flow's and orgasms. A few that's not my ass's and I returned to pitch the rest of this game, removing my now SOAKED pvc and its lab coat lining. Cat like I moved side to side right left right left.

I secured my arm about her waste, “count to 100 pretty girl”.

"YES MISS VONN"! That accent cutting straight through to that sweet spot just in front of the base of my spine, electric and like a shot of adrenaline. Full body, 280 pounds of Mistress hand fell "one Thank you Miss Vonn" "forty three thank you Miss Vonn..."

I don't recall each of them, but I do recall the smell of her perfume, my scented oils, the red spot that was on us all night and my marathon. I no long felt the swell in my fingertips with each impact. I had long forgotten the burning in my triceps, I realized that I was lifting her with each stroke. I smiled knowing she was secure between my thigh, left arm and the cross.

"Ninety-nine Miss Vonn, hard Mistress HAAAAAARD PLEASE"

"Ten more pretty" Shit I thought I was going to loose my arm, MF and boy took either arm and I stepped back for the final 11 (we had not yet hit 100 remember).

I feel onto the floor and she collapsed into my lap smiles and sweat and fog and sound and hearts. God it was a good night.

~le sigh~ Rammstein is NOW playing on Launchcast I finish this; I may have wet myself just a little remembering this kids.

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

FEET Everywhere!!!! Feb Nylon Night pics!

2008-02-25T11:23:00.000-08:00

So last thursday Mina Fatale came out to visit me before we journied down to San Diego for Dungeon Servitus's Nylon Night (OMG FEET OH RAMA). Fun was in the air, we giggled, watched a cadi burn up, OH Firemen how I just adore thee... sat in OMG (the reason road rage exists) 91 traffic at only 330 pm....then got the Dommemobile filled with implements of destruction and we were on our way. Sans Rain. Thank god.

We arrived in SD unscathed and it was still NOT raining! Woot. Wisked ourselves upstairs and freshened up. Goddess Soma is a living breathing doll and welcomed me into the space with the grace of the goddess she is. The boys that attended had feet to be addored no waiting and it was on all night. Stilletos, boots, open toed, mary janes, stockings, seamed backs, cuban heels, black, cream, fishnets we had dirty stinky feet and freshly pedi'd feet, asian, black white and hispanic!!! This event (fourth thursday of every month is not to be missed I tell you) Trampling, toe sucking and for the die hard boys who lasted long enough an imprompteau play party with single tails and cbt ensued into the weeeeeeee hours of the morning.

Exhausted and happy Mina and I made our way back to the car and (still no rain in the gas lamp district!!!) onto the Freeway where (tada... )WE FINALLY HAD RAIN... (boo). Slow and steady with a supply of late night del taco we pushed on till we reached Casa del Rancho de Miss Vonn Where, after a short bout of giggles and doggie kisses, both of us slept happily into friday... but that is for another post!

IF YOU WERENT THERE HERE'S A SAMPLE OF WHAT YOU MISSED!!!

Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com

Puppy boys, new femdoms, and new playspaces oh my

2008-02-18T08:06:00.000-08:00

This week has been a wonderful week spent with Bo the puppy boy from Sac. It was a different week with him, due to classes instead of a 24/7 visit, so we didnt get much play time as I had hoped. But the sweet thing played hookie for me on Weds and we went down to Hollywood to visit a friend of mine Mina Fatale. Her new playspace is amazing, and I can't wait until its finished!!!

I learned about the boy's internalization of pain and after I had whipped the little asian wonder into a red welty mess we snuggled for a bit before a last minute session with jdtla who loves loves loves the open hand spanking...and I love giving them, so the boy and Mina loaded up with me into the boys truck and we zipped on over to his office building. Woot! Its five minutes from downtown Los Angeles!!!!!!!!! SWEET I jumped out and let the kids go run around whilst I took my wack at this bare bottom barron.

Then it was back home for some canudling and petting with the pup, trying to find out what was going through his mind while he was standing still taking lash after lash all over his body, back, sides, nipples, stomach, junk and thighs....ALL OVER. He made me smile with a back rub that was to die for and it was a good night.

While he was here this week, he took me to two movies, Jumpers and Sweeny Todd. Last sunday night was date night for me and the pup, and he wisked me away for a late night showing of Sweeny Todd. MMMM Blood, knife play AND it's a musical too... Wheeeee. I was thankful for the Tim Burton overly red blood as (hangs head in shame) although I am a devout advocate of knives and cutting and pretty ruby drip drops from a mans body parts... Violence with a knife, TRUE GORE weakens my tummy just a bit...But mercy was this movie wonderful.

Yesterday (sunday again) was matenee day, for the 520 showing of Jumpers, it was fun. I still have yet to really decide if I would see it again in the theatre. Though I dont know that the special effects would really REALLY come through as well on the small screen. After the Popcorn goodiness of the theatre I stopped for a comedy at the bullseye place and picked up The Carlos Mencia DVD and Madagascar...then stoped for pound cake and strawberry's. Then we zipped over for some "family time".

Carlos Mencia was a hit (duh who wouldnt like him?). I took the boy to bed, awe a tired pup didnt even get up and go for his midnight run and sauna at the gym...It was nice to have him there ALL night for once. He's upping the memory on my PC today then I can work on Second life domination again...LOL yeah right...I was Curious once.

Pinches till next time pets.
Miss Vonn

Missvonn.com updated with fresh new look and content

2008-02-12T08:54:00.000-08:00

So I have been a busy little domina, photo shoots and the like... I shot with BJ

I cant wait to shoot with her again. She's amazing, my new gallery will be posted soon on MissVonn.com. Be sure to check them out.

I am working with Mina Fatale and Hikari Phoenix and as always can tag team with KVK with advanced notice. Their schedules being what they are I suggest 2-3 days notice. I will eventually be posting a calander of events on MissVonn.com so that you can find us out and about and also find out our dugeon schedules.

We all are available to shoot in private locations in Corona (near 15, 60, 71 and 91 fwys) Hollywood (union station close), Passive Arts Studios and a privately owned dungeons in OC and SD counties.