Mistress-o the Goddess

Hello, dear visitor, it is a pleasure to see you again on my blog.

Today I will tell you how I—the dominatrix—respond to these letters of my regular slave. 

In real life my slave is a serious and prolific businessman. 

I keep most things private because he is a famous figure, and his life deserves to stay private.

Me: „Good morning, pathetic loser!“

Slave: „How sweet. Write me more about yourself and domination, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.“

It is surreal to imagine a man like him asking me “to stand over him and piss on him for a moment and shout at him.“

Yes, I think there is something special that the circulation of our messages adds to the perception of him being my slave and also a „successful figure" in business.

At the end of the day, he is just a human.

The fact that my slave enjoys not only kinky sex but also sex-let. My slave with his sexual satisfaction and his desires others may consider freaky.

I will not tell you all my replies; maybe there is a lot you could tell about me and our

relationship, from even the one-sided correspondence.

When my slave asks me to "write more about" it, you can clearly see a relationship and sexual desire being mutually and respectfully explored by two people.

His desire to piss on him is actually beautiful!

At this time in our relationship, my slave had traveled to Paris while I was left with

my two cats in Berlin.

Instead of allowing this absence to suspend our desire for each other, we turned to pornographic letters.

I initiated it!

Around the end of June, I have written a letter that my slave had longed to receive—

"A letter for your eyes only."

Whatever I wrote, it was enough to inspire a string of filthy correspondence that is going to shock people even after a hundred years.

As you may know personally from sexting, there is an art to writing that really gets the blood boiling. I know I have a literary talent, and I have the intimate knowledge of my slave to write the perfect sexy letter—a letter that inspired him to put his hand in the trousers.

But I want to mention me and my slave provide a wonderful example of how sexting or phone sex might still take place in a respectable way.

We experiment with the sexual fantasy and mutually experience pleasure;

I encouraged my slave to „smell my worn thong and masturbate until you come.“

and my slave assuring me that he: „I will put my tongue deep in your asshole and lick your shit.“

He: “I wish I could hear your lips spluttering those heavenly, exciting, filthy words and see your mouth making dirty sounds and little noises.“

Whatever I wrote to excite my slave is left to your dirtiest imaginations…

No one needs to know the rest about what happened. I try to keep most of the correspondence with my slave secret…

He asked me, How different is face-to-face sex from online sex?

I think it’s the same but only cyber.