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I have been asked on occasion “What does a Domme wear when She goes out in public?” The answer to that is as complicated as most people … “In public WHERE?” If I’m going out clubbing, you might easily see Me wearing something very similar to what I have on in the accompanying picture. If I’m going out to try attracting more victims to add to My collection, I might wear a white button-up blouse with a plaid miniskirt, white thigh-high stockings and black pumps for a Catholic Schoolgirl look. I’ll make sure the stockings don’t quite make it to the bottom of the skirt, so if you look closely, you can catch that glimpse of milky thigh. The look goes well with my petite frame, and I always catch a few guys trying to sneak a peek further up the skirt.
If, however, I am out just for Myself … maybe grocery shopping or some other mundane routine outing, I’ll often be seen wearing a racerback tank top with no bra and tight jeans tucked into My knee-high stiletto boots. Even in that, I can catch quite a few glances, and I’ve even caught one or two future slaves wearing just that. Once, while shopping, I even had the bagging clerk whisper to Me that he would pay My grocery bill for that visit if he were given the chance of licking My boots clean. At the car I tipped him with a dollar bill that had My number on it, and that evening I gave him the chance to fulfil his wish, possibly more than he wanted because I like My boots to sparkle. He didn’t seem to mind the occasional swat of My paddle, though, while I was overseeing his handiwork.

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Okay guys – here’s your chance to help me out.  I have this pathetic no-dick slave in front of my window – naked as the day he was born, with leg-spreader, ball-gag and his hands cuffed and strung up over his head.

Here’s where you come in … give me a call and let me know what you feel this lowly worm of a slave deserves.

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It’s all about control. Growing up on a horse ranch I learned at a young age to appreciate controlling a large beast. Now that I’m grown up, I still love the feeling of control. Give me a man-slave and a riding crop, and I’m happy. Want to come play with me? I already have the riding crop.

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Allow me to introduce myself: I’m a Ma’am of wealth and taste. I’ve been a Domme for dozens of slaves, stole many a man’s soul and faith. Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints. As heads is tails just call me Mistress, ’cause I’m in need of some new slaves. So if you meet me have some courtesy, have some sympathy and some taste. Use all your well-learned politeness or I’ll lay your soul to waste. Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name; but what’s troubling you is the nature of my game. Oh, yeah.

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If you know me, you know I loooove my cigars.  And not just any cigars…it’s Cubans for me, Baby.  At no risk to me, of course, lol…that’s what my sluts are for.  I have a nice little bitch who travels to Cuba regularly.  And smuggling is something he loves to hate.  He’s scared shitless, but he’s more afraid of refusing me.  He loves the fact that he is hard as rock from the time he time he arrives at the airport unti the time he makes his delivery to me…thinking about serving his Mistress and the possiblilty of getting caught excite my little pet beyond anything he has ever experienced before.  It no doubt helps that he has a Cuban shoved up his asshole.  His orders are to take care of his “butt plug” as soon as he arrives at the airport, while on the phone with me throughout the insertion process.  Ha ha, the thought of him standing in a stall, pants around his ankles working a cigar up his ass trying to keep his voice low as he describes it going in and what he’s feeling. Unfortunately for him, try as he might to control himself, he has yet to get through the insertion process without cumming all over himself like a little bitch…which he pays for later, believe you me.  NONE of my bitches are to cum without my permission and, lol, I don’t give it very often.

As soon as he arrives back in the city, he comes immediately to me…it’s his problem to explain to his wife where he is between when his plane arrives and when he finally arrives at home.  I take special pleasure in the times when he is travelling with his conservative wife. Every aspect of his servitude becomes more complex…obtaining the cigars, keeping her from finding out, coping with a hard-on that won’t quit and having to excuse himself at the airport to make the delivery.  What a little scumbag!

But the best part is when he arrives at my loft with the goods.  First order of business is presenting me with my new stash of Cubans.  Then off with his clothes and onto his knees before his Mistress.  After he licks my boots clean for whatever period of time I am in the mood for on that day, he knows he has to perform for me…to turn around, pull his cheeks apart and force that cigar out, no hands allowed.  Nasty pig that he is, I think he hates to feel it go.  Then, as a reward for his successful delivery, we enjoy a nice smoke together.  Of course, I’m not entirely sure if he enjoys his Cuban as much as I do mine, lol.  But it’s not his place to complain to me about his cigar being “shitty,” is it?  As we smoke, he remains on his knees and I can watch and laugh at his pathetic hard cock twitching and glistening with precum in anticipation.  It’s his job to be watching my cigar burn and when the ash is getting ready to fall, he is by my side, mouth open, to catch it.  And no slacking off on smoking his specially flavored cigar, either.  Every infraction carries a penalty.  The length of time it takes to smoke a superb cigar gives him plenty of time for thought and to take whatever punishment I choose to dish out for having cum in the airport.

When I’m through with my smoke, it’s time for him to pour me a nice glass of Bruichladdich 40 year-old-whiskey, a tribute from one of my other sluts, and go fetch his dish.  It is a pretty sorry sight, I tell you, to see him crawling toward me, dish in his mouth, cock waggling around.  When he reaches me, I pour him a little splash to lap up like a good doggie and wash down those ashes.  He’s a lucky dog if I’m in need of a piss…more to quench his thirst.

And, well, then it’s time for me to give him his “kiss” goodbye for the delivery visit…hmm, where to put out this spent cigar?  This is what he has had to ponder during our smoke…what part of him I use.  He knows he has to choose carefully, anticipating what might please me on a given day.  Because when his choice isn’t entertaining enough, it becomes my choice.  And when that happens, ay carumba, he knows he’s really in for it.  Like last time…lol…I dare you to guess where I put that Cuban out.  That filthy little slut came buckets as soon as it touched the tender skin…haha…more for him to lick up.

So, bright boy, think you know what spot I chose?  Or maybe you have your own tender spot you want me to heat up for you?  Then call me, Bitch.  NOW!

Skylar 1-888-219-3556