Sugar Cougar is breathless…

Sugar Cougar is breathless…

Since returning from SehibitionUK in Manchester a couple of weeks ago it’s been just a whirlwind and left me quite breathless. I think what I need is some little cubbies round my feet to massage and look after me. Unfortunately I’ve only a few spaces left this week to fit in some ‘Me’ time. When I say ‘Me’ time I mean of course YOU serving Me time. But that’ll have to wait because unless you squeeze in before Friday I’m off to take a train ride with the gorgeous Mistress Inka as we head to London, to Soho and a fabulous theater night out on...

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One more satisfied cubbie from the cougar

One more satisfied cubbie from the cougar

As a cougar dominatrix surrounded by little cubbies all eager to please I’m often asked if I enjoy my work, oh let’s just say I cope. It is wonderfully empowering to have control and to dominate sissy boys. Sometimes I dress them up whilst others I introduce to my strap-on just to make sure they get who’s in charge. Ah but then those who like to worship my shoes and feet always give me little shivers that travel all the way down to my toes. Exquisite. In truth it is a genuine pleasure to fulfill someones desires, not to judge, only to allow something out that has been...

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Back to Black

Back to Black

Black as an accompaniment to all things BDSM has become the norm and I wonder if it has always been so. Sadomasochism has been around for us as long as we depraved sexual beings have been on this earth. The craving for pain and ownership,the sharp bite of the whip. For attiring my pale skinned body with black corsets,  sheer black stockings accentuating my long slim legs and beautiful black shiny thigh length boots surely does something to the animal part of man. It is impossible to ignore. It evokes a sense of cruel power, of domination by a superior woman, an image so powerful from dreams...

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We all have our fetishes

We all have our fetishes

If I was to confess one of mine, which I particularly enjoy, it would be male urethral sounding. I love watching my subject on the floor, beneath me, waiting nervously for me to begin to feed my fetish on them. I love the fear and excitement in their cold trembling bodies and bright eyes as they lay their entire trust to their mistress’s steady hands. I love the preparation of the sounds, the sterile lube slowly squeezed onto the shining tip of the instrument, the way it glints as it slides down the shaft of the cold steel. Holding his little placid cock upwards to accept the cold tip...

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A dominatrix’s work is never done

A dominatrix’s work is never done

So steep learning curves come in a variety of sizes do they? This weeks was BIG. I had a lovely gent in my Edinburgh dungeon who wanted some plain old fashioned punishment. Lovely thinks I, one of my favorite pastimes and I had more than a little stress to burn off so, whack, thump, whizz and smack I’m at it on his dear behind for and hour. And as I walk away I’m thinking well that’s today’s work done but suddenly on my phone up pops a blackmail slave I’ve been chatting with for a few weeks who says he wants to play tonight. He lives in Asia so all our play is...

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