There are days when I am just not in the mood for heavy BDSM and crave a lighter more sensual domination.  Do you feel the same?  Are you intrigued by being dominated but prefer to skip the extreme pain and humiliation of hardcore BDSM?  Sensual domination is just what you are looking for and I fulfill your sensual needs.  I just love being the dominate girlfriend in a relationship, controlling every move my lover makes.  From the clothes he wears to the food he eats and even when, where, and how long we make love.  I am the queen bee and what I say goes, and he absolutely loves and craves it.  After all, domination is all about control and being in control just comes naturally for this chica.

I control every aspect of our sexual relationship.

If I allow him to make love to me I control when, where, how, how long, and when he can release.  I own my lover, just as I will own you through our unique one-on-one phone conversations.  I love loosely tying each of his strong wrists to the bed post with my satin scarves.  Of course he could pull his hands free at any time; I do not want to cause pain just the intense pleasure he derives from being controlled.  It drives me wild to sit straddling his hard masculine body, knowing I hold the cards.  I love the erotic noises that escape his sweet lips as I slowly tease his nipples with an ice cube.  Thinking about the way his nipple puckers to my soft touch makes my body shudder.  The sensation of the freezing cold cube biting against his skin sends him over the edge.

Our absolute favorite game to play is a game of role play.  I play the sexy female cop and he of course is the guy who gets pulled over for speeding.  It gives me a chance to use my furry pink handcuffs.  I like to start this game in the garage when he is just getting in from work.  I meet him at his door and demand he step away from the vehicle and put his hands behind his head.  The grin that covers his face proves he is down for my little game of domination.  Pushing him against the car, I slowly frisk him from behind, running my hands up and down his hard body.  Next I demand he turn around and I press him back against the hood of his car.  Demanding he remove his clothes right there in the garage so that I can give him a complete strip search.

My little game is always a fun start to a hot and heavy night of domination.

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I know you have heard it before and you like to latch on to that old saying…”size doesn’t matter”, or “it’s the motion in the ocean”. Well I am telling you right now that size “really does matter”. In fact if you are going to have even a remote chance of pleasing me, then you will have to do better than that pathetic little knob of yours.

So lets evaluate some sizes using household items, so you understand what I am looking for in a man.

Of course there are two key measurements, length and girth. Length is important but girth is the most important measurement. First off, a woman’s vagina can only accommodate but so much length, more than that and it just becomes uncomfortable. But at the same time, I do want to be filled completely, so I am looking for something about eight inches long or the length of the average home screwdriver.

But as I said, girth is the critical measurement. It is the girth that fills me and pleases me.

So lets try to put that in perspective. The average screwdriver handle is about one and a half inches in diameter. Hardly worth bothering with. A toilet paper roll is two inches in diameter. Now I like a guy that would split that cardboard to pieces if I made him stick his cock in it. And finally the average beer bottle is about two and a half inches in diameter or eight inches in girth. See how that works out, the average cock is the same girth as the length. So an eight inch cock is what I look for at a minimum.

Now, lets talk about you. I could fit your dick in a sewing thimble.

It’s smaller than my clit. I would have to use a scale smaller than inches to even measure it. It is a pitiful excuse for a penis and all I can do is laugh at that pathetic little clitty. You will never begin to please me and it is doubtful that you have enough to please any woman. But I know it’s humiliating and you even like it, so call me, I’ve got more for you. Bring some household items and we’ll do the dick test.

It’s about the only way you will get my attention.

The warm morning sun hit me as I slowly awoke. I slept in this morning knowing it would be a long, fun night.  Its the long awaited, highly anticipated– LDW Oscars (I can hardly wait to receive my golden cock, and pass out others )

I looked over and there was my dear sissy maid, never wanting to disappoint me, waiting for me to awake.

He had my best pink satin robe in his hand and I could smell the fresh brewed coffee. He rolled down the covers and slipped the robe over me as he handed me the cup. It was my favorite blend, a dark roast with and almond joy creamer and it was right out of the pot. How does he know when to brew it? Ah, who cares, he knows and he always has it fresh and perfect for me. I rise and head to the bathroom, stretching the sleep out of my body, my robe open as my sissy maid attends to me. I smile to myself as I look down and see that he has drawn nice hot bubble bath for me already. Candles line the tub and soft lilac incense adds a warm fragrance to the room.

My sissy maid removes my robe and holds my arm as I step in the warm bubble bath.

I sink down and the water flows over my body, the oils soothing and perfect. The temperature is perfect, everything is perfect. I look at him and smile a deep affection, such a good sissy maid. I relax back in the tub as my sissy maid kneels at the other end taking my leg in his hands and begins shaving my legs. A delicate task but one he has mastered, and as he does I take the shower massage and turn it on. I see him looking as I move it between my legs, letting the pulsing water beat against me.

He continues to shave my legs perfectly as I continue to play, only stopping as I tense and gasp quietly in a short but very vibrant orgasm.

I think I even see a little smile on his face and I definitely see a bulge in his panties and laugh to myself.

He then moves behind me and begins washing my hair. Using the shower massage to wet it and then adding the smooth scented shampoo, he gently scrubs and caresses my hair working it fully and completely. He tells me this is a night for me to shine and he wants me to be perfect, to look perfect and he will attend to everything. My hair done, the bathing done, he dries me off with warmed rich cotton towels and then slips the pink satin robe over me again and ties it loosely. I notice him looking at my firm breasts and give him an admonishing look, then a smile. He takes me to the other room and I sit and look at magazines while he, with the utmost attention to detail, manicures my toes and fingers, clipping, shaping and polishing them with a lovely design in a soft pink that I know will accent my outfit perfectly. He has been working on this skill and the designs are intricate and artistic and he has accented them with jewels. When he finishes I look at them and they are fabulous.

He next begins the work on my hair. He blow dries it as he works at styling it. He tells me how lovely I look with curls and artfully works my hair to add curls throughout. This takes a long time as I just lean back, he gets me a warm washcloth for my eyes and I relax as he finishes my hair. “It’s perfect”, I say looking into the mirror at the style. I run my hands beneath it and fluff it out, swishing it from side to side. My hair is full, long, and curling. It has never looked so good. He then does my face, my eyes with a mixture of warm pink and soft purple, my lips a glossy full pink.

He then has me lie back on the bed, taking care not to compress my new hair. He takes out some lavender skin creams and begins to apply it to my body. He works the smooth liquid into the skin of my calf, thighs, stomach, back, arms and as he does, he kisses me gently in all these places. Soft loving kisses that make me feel like I am being worshiped. And I am being worshiped. He kisses my shoulders and my breasts, my nipples harden and then he kisses my lips and I kiss him back. His kisses don’t stop, my eyes, my forehead, my lips, my breasts, my stomach and my pussy. He kisses my pussy and I moan softly. He continues  kissing and then begins licking and soon my body tenses as another orgasm overtakes me. I look at him and smile… Good sissy.

It’s time to get dressed now and he has picked out an amazing outfit for me.

He helps me as I step into the deep purple dress he has chosen. It’s ruffles and sequins look amazing. It looked beautiful when he showed it to me, but even I must admit, I look fabulous in it. My legs are smooth and shapely and the strapless top shows off my shoulders and chest perfectly. He puts on the large silver necklace and the amethyst earrings. A special touch, being my birthstone.. so thoughtful! He kneels down taking each foot softly and gently and slips on the purple heels. Finally, he pulls back my hair in the back and places the tiara on top. I look over and see tears in his eyes. I ask what’s wrong and he just says, “You’re beautiful Mistress Ivy, you’re a princess and you look fabulous, I’m happy for you.”

I smile back and give him a kiss on the cheek, “You too love”, I say. Now get your stuff ready, I need you there at my side. He is dressed well and will escort me to the show–along with another faithful companion (Hey a mistress has two arms, and therefore needs two slaves by her side) He has packed his purse with all the necessities to assure I don’t have a shoe, nail or hair incident. He even packs a pair of flip flops for when the dancing begins and the heels have to come off. He thinks of everything… Good sissy.

He takes my arm and we are off to the Oscars.

Join Miss Ivy and the Fab 4 tonight for the 2nd Annual LDW Oscars At 7pm Eastern

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