Up to No Good ;)

Hoo boy, have I been a busy Goddess lately! I’ve recently launched some exciting new projects. I also have several events coming up where I’m looking forward to meeting with my fans, followers & fellow adult industry professionals.

2 Cons & a Class

I’ll be at 2 upcoming conventions in the Tampa Bay area: the 19th annual FetishCon event held in lovely downtown St. Petersburg. That’s coming up next week, August 8-11.  And then I’ll be at the Florida Power Exchange Weekend in Tampa. That one’s in mid-September, on the 19th-22nd. If you run into me at either event feel free to say hi, ask for a selfie or an autograph, or even a session if you dare.  *wickedgrin*

I’m also teaching another class next month at the Sanctuary Center in Tampa. This one is on the subject of creating a dating site profile that gets you what you want. In this class I’ll guide you through ways to clarify your own relationship goals and identify what you’re looking for in your ideal partner, then I’ll help you figure out what to say about yourself to appeal directly to that ideal partner. Because a good profile pic is so important there’ll even be a photo corner set up to help you get one if you need it! That class is scheduled for August 25th from 6-8pm.

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At Opal’s Feet

In other news, I’ve started a new Twitter account exclusively for my pretty feet. You can follow them now @OpalsFeet! You can also find even more delicious female foot domination and bbw foot fetish content at my new Justfor.Fans page here: Justfor.Fans/OpalsFeet. By which I mean the kind of content that Twitter, Instagram, Facebook etc are too prissy and censorious nowadays to allow. You know, where you might see titties and buttholes and me with my strapon cock hanging out in addition to my feet.

Speaking of fan clubs, I’ve recently revived my IWantFanClubs account, which had been on hiatus for a few months. I loved the idea of making it 100% nothing but mesmerization memes but I wasn’t able to keep up with daily posting. Or rather, I wasn’t able to keep up with daily posting and not feel like I was getting waaaaay too repetitive, which I did not like at all. So rather than boring myself to tears I’ve decided to mix it up with an assortment of my other femdom smut content. There’ll still be LOTS of hypnotic gifs – many of which you can only find at my IWantOpal fan club! – and compelling captions to push your brainwash fantasy buttons. Because damn, I am way into brainwashing fantasy…I reeaallly want to make you my airheaded bimbo fucktoy…

Ahem.

Anyway, there ya go, 2 new (and one renewed) ways to indulge in your addiction to my Opaliciousness. Plus a smorgasbord of opportunities to meet me in person.

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A Slut Is Born

I’ve got something a little different to share with you today, a guest post of an explicitly slutty nature. Back in January of this year I accepted for training a new sissy slave. I’ve named this one marilyn in honor of Marilyn Chambers because they’ve always aspired to be a blonde bimbo slut like the porn starlets of that era. And I am very pleased with how well my new sissy sex kitten has been progressing in their training, both as pleasure pet and as a useful servant. So far my marilyn has been a splendid example of what I like to see in my slaves: genuinely appreciative of me, valuing me and respecting my time and also genuinely committed to bettering himself, having real goals and constantly striving to reach them. But that’s a subject for another post. Today I wanted to share with you this fun tidbit from the journal I ordered marilyn to keep when they embarked on this journey with me… 

Slut Life

Today was the day where i turned a real corner with all of this. I’ve been at this for almost a full three weeks now. This was the first day where my sluttiness felt lived in, normal, and a truly comfortable part of my life. It’s usually much more say, strangely erotic. i mean this in the sense that it felt alien doing all of this, as if i had to step out of one version of myself into another version of myself in order to really make it sink in. Maybe it’s my schedule, maybe it’s just what my life is becoming. Maybe i just don’t know day from night anymore because i’m tunnel vision focused on everything. That definitely feels like it.

i always feel like the best things in my life are those that feel intensely pleasurable, at all times. That’s pretty much my judgement for things that are “fun.” i ask myself, “Is this peak maximum joy that i’m feeling?” If not, what could be missing that could allow for the “maximum” of joy to exist. i’m wired to always be searching and living for that edge. my only qualm with this is that i always find a way to never quite go off that edge, and fall into what i hope lies beyond that point. That’s a lot of my life. Racing to the edge, then realizing that i don’t trust the metaphorical parachute. i trust what i feel now because i think on one level i’m older and more mature about life in general, and on another level, i feel very safe under Your control. The fact that You make me cry isn’t lost on me. Your reassurances feel like hands on my skin, a soothing touch from afar. There’s this bizarre arousal and submissive docility that washes over me when i tear up. It feels like i’m being grabbed and massaged at the same time, both teased and relieved. It’s a heady pressure that comes out as these tears that come from a place of me feeling happily broken out of my shell, and weakened by You, giving in.

 

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Today was the day where i felt sexy, yet helpless. my play felt good, yet futile. i was truly enjoying myself, but deep inside, my mind was thinking about all of the ways that i could compound my slutty situation. i thoroughly fingered myself and fucked my ass with my plug today. i was inspired by attempting to recreate what i felt like having Your cock blowing my mind while in my slutty ass pussy would be like. i heard Your voice in my head, and arched my back, getting to the point where my body was at a 45 degree angle on my bed. my body, eventually spent, crashed on the bed, then i flipped myself over on my stomach, and as i got up on all fours, the plug slid in itself, cascading in on a slippery downward slope of likely too much lube. My ass felt wet and full, and as the tip of my plug hit my prostate, it made a chill go down my spine that made my eyes roll back in my head and drool land on my pillow.

Out of the corner of my left eye (my right eye was closed as my face was buried deep into my pillows), i saw my new pink dildo. i decided to start trying to deep throat it while i was in this position. Basically, about four inches in, it hit the back of my throat, and i started to gag. At this point, i then realized that my cock-clit was dripping pre-cum, and there was a spider web-style drip that reached down from its tip to my comforter. i then reached out with my left hand, grabbed my Astroglide, and in my head, decided i’d make the ultimate (to date), slutty display of myself. i started masturbating, while kneeling, face down on my bed, mouth and throat filled with cock, ass pussy lubed and plugged. It took all of what felt like  three minutes to cum (meaning it was probably 90 seconds). i watched out of the corner of my eye as i came so hard that semen splashed on my pillow, near my face. Once i stopped, exhausted, i realized what i looked like. i was a drooling, cum-soaked, cock-choked, and freshly-fucked slut, now about to fall asleep in their own juices. Which i did. While wearing my plug, and with my face caked in my own semen as i awoke. It was both embarrassing, yet awesome.

Thank You.

You’re welcome marilyn!  *evilgrin*

And for the rest of y’all, you can see marilyn and I in action together now on video at Clips4Sale and IWantClips

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How to Worship My Feet

As you might have noticed by now, I love having my feet worshiped. For those of you who are interested in learning how to please me (I’m looking at you!) I decided to write this quick guide on some ways you might – if you’re worthy – be permitted to worship & pleasure my feet.

Worship My feet with your hands

The most obvious way of using your hands to worship my feet is giving me a good footrub. I absolutely love having my feet rubbed! I find it more relaxing than almost anything else and I seriously could sit with my feet in your lap, letting you massage them for hours. That’s assuming you know how to give a decent footrub. It never hurts for a wannabe foot-slave to take some massage classes, or at the very least study youtube videos to learn a variety of foot massage techniques.

But beyond that there are other things you can do with your hands as well. Giving basic pedicures should be part of the skillset of every slave. And if you have the least bit of artistic aptitude then learning to do simple nail art is a very worthwhile expansion of that skill.

 

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Using your mouth to worship

I also really like having my feet kissed and licked, and my toes sucked. I like you to start with soft kisses all over my feet and ankles, throwing in little teasing licks and nibbles as you go. Then move on to long broad licks up my soles, lingering in the curves of my high arches. I like you to lick between my toes, sliding your tongue in and out of the lovely gaps, and to suck on them too.

I especially love seeing the way you rub my moist feet all over your face as you worship them with your mouth, like you could never get enough of them. It’s such a rush knowing my feet have the power to bring you to such a state of submissive ecstasy!

 

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My feet love your wallet

Another way you can worship my feet is the equally time-honored method of using your wallet. Foot rubs and toe sucking are wonderful, but cash tributes are an undeniably useful service!

As my foot slave you might have the privilege of paying tribute in a very foot-focused way. I like to keep things fun for both of us. For instance I might let you have my old, worn hose when you’ve bought me sexy, silky new ones. I might permit you to take me shoe shopping, where OF COURSE I would need you to kneel and help me try on different shoes…and to carry packages for me…and who knows what all else besides simply paying for my purchases. I might allow you to choose the color of my toenail polish for the pedicure you’re paying for. Or I might even bring you along and make you get a pedicure right beside me.

How would you worship my feet? Let’s talk about it!

 

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Evil Opal in New York City

A very sweet submissive fan of mine has given me the most fabulous birthday gift this year – he’s sponsoring a trip to New York City! I love, love, LOVE being a jet-setting Mistress.

I’ll be staying in a delightfully luxurious hotel in Manhattan and sampling as many of the pleasures of the Big Apple (both kinky and vanilla) as I can in the short time I’ll be there. I always want to do museums and gardens anywhere I go, and in New York of course I’m looking forward to the Met, Central Park, the Staten Island ferry and other iconic tourist spots. I’ve got tentative plans for a few play parties and a visit to Paddles NYC. And I’ve got pretty firm plans to do something I’ve wanted to do for a long time: shoot some extreme trampling fetish porn! You know, the kind where a big 240 pound  woman such as myself jumps onto a poor submissive doormat from above and completely knocks the wind out of him? I’m pretty excited about that.  *evilgrin*

I will be available for sightseeing dates, shopping trips, cashpoint meets and private Femdom play sessions from May 21st-May 23rd. However my time is already half filled so if you want to schedule a date you’d better submit your application right away.

 

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P.s. After NYC I’ll be visiting Washington DC and possibly Boston, Philadelphia, and other cities in the Eastern USA. If you’ve been longing for me to visit your hometown now’s the time to send a request!

Mistress Opal’s Evil Easter Egg Hunt

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Easter is my personal favorite holiday. Possibly because my April 11th birthday falls on Easter once every decade or so. Regardless of where my passion came from, it’s undeniable that now I love Easter better than Christmas, Halloween, or any of the other more celebrated holidays.

One of my very favorite Easter traditions is egg hunting. So I decided to celebrate my favorite holiday this year with a digital Easter egg hunt of my own. All the eggs you see here can be found hidden throughout my website. Find an egg and click on it and you’ll get a special Opalicious surprise!

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The Language of Kink

When it comes to language, meaning varies with context. And whether you’re trying to understand others or make yourself understood it’s important to understand that context. Nobody has yet, to my knowledge, written the official bdsm dictionary. But the meanings and connotations of some of the words we use are commonly agreed upon. Understanding this kinky language is very helpful when you’re trying to figure out where you fit in, and even more so when you’re trying to find a partner to play with. Knowing what you really want is vital but being able to express it is equally important!

 

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Kink vs BDSM

Both of these may be described as “the scene” and they’re often used interchangeably. But the kink scene is really a much bigger umbrella that bdsm clusters under along with playfellows like furries and wetlook enthusiasts. “Kink” covers ALL our oddball erotic triggers; bdsm is just the whips-and-chains stuff.

Except it’s not. Not always anyway. BDSM as an acronym includes several distinct concepts. As an example of kinky language it’s an elegant packaging of multiple meanings:

Bondage & Domination – this area of the kink universe involves, you guessed it, folks who like being tied up, chained, gagged, trapped in boxes, cages & vacuum suction beds – you get the idea. And of course the dominants who love to put their submissives in those predicaments. It’s an explicit power-play dynamic that relies largely on the stereotypical ‘dungeon’ aesthetic. But it doesn’t have to include things which cause actual pain. The chains but not necessarily the whips in other words.

Sado-Masochism – s&m, on the other hand, covers the ‘whips’ part of ‘whips & chains’. S&M activities can be part of a power-exchange relationship. But they don’t have to be. Which is why the pain-giver and the pain-receiver in this context are often referred to as ‘Tops’ and ‘bottoms’ rather than ‘Doms’ and ‘subs’. And there are LOTS of bottoms and Tops who aren’t into power exchange but just love getting/giving a beating.

Domination & Submission – and finally we have D/s, which is explicitly centered on the power exchange without necessarily having many – or any – of the stereotypical bdsm whips and chains elements. This is where you’ll find, for instance, a sissy sub who loves being enslaved & controlled but has little interest in being tied up or beaten.

 

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The Players

In recent years there’s been a growing recognition of people’s differing interests in the bdsm scene. In kinky language terms this has led to the use of ‘D-type’ and ‘s-type’ as catch-all labels for the folks who do the tying up, spanking, etc vs. those who get tied up, spanked etc. Which is a good thing as there’s also been an explosion in the variety of micro-niche labels. With the advent of the internet people are converging into groups and putting names to their shared interests such as findom, pet play, primal, etc. I’m not even going to try to list all of these, but I do want to mention a few of the old-school labels and their connotations.

For D-type women the classic role labels include Dominant (Domme), Mistress, Queen, and Goddess. Typical titles for the guys include Master, Lord & Daddy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dominant who identified as a man call himself “Queen” or “Goddess” but it’s not uncommon to find women who prefer “Daddy” or “Master”. Again, these titles can be a strong indicator of the dominant’s personal style. Both are superior authority figures, but a Daddy is quite different from a Goddess!

For the s-types classic labels include slave, submissive, bottom, and fetishist. In the common usage a bottom is someone who enjoys being on the receiving end of sado-masochistic play without necessarily wanting to surrender control at all. A fetishist is excited by shoes, or rubber, or whatever, but has little desire to actually submit. A “submissive” (aka sub, subbie, subguy) on the other hand wishes to surrender control to another, albeit temporarily and with limitations. And a “slave” is an s-type who wishes to surrender control 24/7/365, with no limits on what their dominant can command them to do.

These are often thought of as being a hierarchy, e.g. a fetishist or submissive is somehow less genuine than a “true” slave. I (and many others) think the notion of such a hierarchy is bullshit. Wanting to give up control does not make one person any better than another who just wants to be spanked. What DOES matter is understanding, accepting, and communicating your true desires to your partner.

 

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The Play

When using words as sex toys in bdsm it’s crucial to understand that the language is not to be taken literally. So for instance, if I call a guy “slave” during a play scene it does not obligate either of us to a life of 24/7 power exchange. Using that word is just a turn on, and that’s ok!

Very often bdsm language play involves using words that have strongly negative values out in the everyday world. Words like rape, abuse and torture are huge erotic triggers for loads of people in the right context. And there’s the key – context is everything. Being called a worthless piece of shit by someone with whom you have a bond of trust, when you know it’s part of an erotic game between you, is very different from having such words used in a vanilla context.
This seems like such an obvious point, but there are a great many people who appear unable to make this distinction. Which very often leads to censorship and misunderstanding. No rational person wants actual rape, torture & abuse to be considered acceptable. But under certain circumstances quite a lot of people enjoy talking as if they do.

I think a lot of the sexual power of kinky language comes from the appeal of the forbidden. We kinksters like to FEEL that we’re transgressing social boundaries, even as we take special care to ensure safety & consent. Like so many things in bdsm, there’s pleasure in paradox. Understanding the paradoxical pleasure of kinky language is an important step to being able to express your own needs and desires.

Come talk kinky with me!

 

The Fabric of My Sexuality

Note from Goddess Opal – this is my first ever guest post on this blog, and I’m very happy to welcome my fellow silk fetishist Andy Warren (@SilkenAssassin on Twitter) to describe his evolution into a textile-o-phile with a preference for silk! And kleenex tissues, but that’s a story for another time…   ;D

A silk dom’s journey

I’d like to point out to all of you that at the time of writing this, I’m a heterosexual dominant man. Yet I had to get here, to this place, to this…. ‘ME’ somehow. The ‘how’ is a long, exciting, and very sensual story, filled with trial and error and some bizarre behaviours for a ‘Top’. However I began this journey very much from a rather submissively innocent eye.

Like it or not, our infantile and juvenile years are the moments when we absorb everything. Regardless of our external behaviour we as children absorbed everything. We saw things that our eyes were entranced by, be that colour, movement or expressive maternal stimuli. We touched things that we didn’t like that evoked memories that we take with us today: like nails on a chalkboard or squeezing tin foil. We felt things that gave us feedback back to our skin, our flesh that sent waves of pleasure through us without connecting it not to sexual activity but those of comfort, gentleness. We were growing and learning, feeling, touching, experiencing, as all children will whether we like it or now. And as adults, when we learn that mutual pleasure between us and our partners makes the world go round,  we also realise that we ourselves are the masters of our pleasure. Then we tend to rely on what we learned as children.

From the mundane to the sublime

When we become sexually active we leave behind the innocence of childhood. Yet some of what we take with us into our sex lives are made up of things that our peers have brought to our eyes, ears, and flesh. We never enjoyed having our hair pulled as kids yet we do now, because our relationship with pain and touch changed as we grew and firmed up. The punishment of being spanked when we’ve been bad brought with it the guilt of having done something wrong and the admittance of that was often painful enough. We cried tears of woe and soreness. Now we cry for very different reasons.

Fetish grows from past traumas again faced as children. What was once a feeling of guilt, sorrow or hardship, even abuse, can, in adult years define how we live and enjoy sex. Or on the flipside it can be utilised at our own control instead of it controlling us. But fetish is always what it is: the contextualization of something that can be so normal or commonplace that provides pleasure to us when in others it remains something so mundane. There are strange fetishes, there are very gross and outlandish fetishes. But the very first and now most important to me, was that of silk.

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Introduction to silk sensuality

My exposure to silk began when I was 5 years old, some 30 years ago. Back then I used to crawl into the marital bedroom, delve into Mum’s drawers, and dig around for her 80’s style white silk satin petticoats.

Silk is undeniably the most precious feeling and lavish of fabrics; its sheen and delicate nature calls to all of us. It denotes class, taste, decadence, and the desire to look at our best. If we can dress in silk, we’re asking, subliminally to others, to touch us, feel what I feel. The sensation of silk upon human skin is just something that tops the sensual hierarchy. Its smell is very clean too, fresh and you can almost smell the smoothness. But then saying that, there are men and women who would rate the feel of rubber, PVC or leather at the pinnacle of material and the responses they get from its contact with their skin is out of this world. And to those I say “You Rock!!”

So…. I digress. These satin slips, I used to put them on, across my infantile legs, my arms, my face and buttocks, and just lay on the carpet and relishing on the fabric. I was very young and I’d never experienced such a phenomenal material. It clearly had an impact on me. It was heavenly to feel, the smell was beyond compare, so clean and unique. I derived a great amount of comfort and security from it. And it seemed to naturally raise me to a level of… beyond enjoyment. Again, I was 5 years old so it was nothing sexual, because at 5 years old age we have no comprehension of that. And thank God we don’t.

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But I wasn’t just enjoying it. I felt like this stuff was just different to everything else I was touching. Eventually I got caught and I stopped doing it. Now you may be thinking to yourself right now “He’s a latent crossdresser!!!” But no. I am very comfortable in my identity as a man, my sexuality as heterosexual and my sexual identity, which is why I am writing this now. There’s no harm in how or why I felt what I felt or did what I did. I don’t wear women’s clothes now nor do I ever wish to..besides this one time (at bandcamp) an ex girlfriend of mine wagered me to wear her underwear to work one day. And I did. I didn’t derive any pleasure from it besides being man enough to go through with it and see the look on her face after I sent her photos (Yeah I’m all kinds of wrong, me).

Maturing needs & desires

After being caught touching her silky clothes I think my Mum thought that it was due to me not getting enough comfort from her as a Mother. I was also never breastfed as a baby, something I’m wonderfully glad for. Now I see breastfeeding as both the nurturing and essential part of a child’s growth and bond with their mother but also as a sexual, sensual, erotic and emotional process, and doubly glad I don’t and cannot view this as something my Mum did for me. Other Mothers however, should breastfeed their children if they choose to. There is nothing at all remotely wrong or disgusting about it, be that in public or privately. Maybe my Mum didn’t give me the comfort and security I feel a baby needs but I’ve never held it against her, to be honest, I’m thankful. The reasons I was deprived of this I need not know and I’m glad I don’t, but it didn’t stop me from seeking out the comfort and nurturing elements of life for myself.

As a side-note to it’s importance: the eroticism I find in breastfeeding now, while I’ve not been exposed to it actively, I feel from the viewpoint of someone who needs comfort and intimacy. Being held by an older woman to her breast, slowly stimulating her as well as myself, is a constant fantasy of mine. I do have a lactation fetish completely aside from my fetish for silk but it’s all linked to my childhood and my relationship with what I was exposed to during these years.

I think it’s why I adore older women so much. Is that wrong? No, but it is a fantasy I have that’s come from something deprived from me as a child. Memories or lack thereof give way to fantasies and fetishes and only makes us ‘different’ from each other. We all have these little quirks and errors with our lives, our childhood or teenage years, that may one day lead to a major part of our sexuality.

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Anyway, I digress. 2 years later, when I was 7, I had to perform in a school dance. I really cannot recall what the play or theme was. But there was a dance that a number of girls and boys had to do in front of parents and I was in this group. (Don’t worry, I dance a lot better now.) We were tasked with having our mothers buy a white silk scarf for us to wave around for the purpose of the dance. I still cannot recall why though. Now my Mum bought the silk scarf and on the day of the dance I had a stomach bug and couldn’t go in to school. So there I was, relieved, saved rescued by illness from an effeminate performance of silken prancing.

A silk collector is born

Yet there I was, with this white silk scarf that was useless now…. or was it? Hee hee. I would take it from MY drawer this time and hold it over my face, nose and mouth. The feel and smell, was intense and I knew I shouldn’t be doing it. I felt guilty and naughty…. yet good, really really good. I would do this most nights of the week.

I just really wish I could still find that white soft silk scarf today. My very first.

This has buried itself in my mind until I was 15. All the silk scarves my Mum had accumulated over the 80s were left in a box in the spare room. When the house was empty I would steal away into the room, lay out all the 10 or so silk scarves, strip naked and just lie in them, allowing them to touch my skin. I wouldn’t masturbate; it was hardly a sexual thing for me then. Yet the sensations were mindblowing. I would just caress my body with them. It’d be cold, fresh yet very stimulating and that old smell returned. I grew up with it and clearly have not abandoned it. Now with more than 300 silk scarves making up my personal collection, nor do I predict it ever doing so.

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Andy “Silken Assassin” Warren has some very interesting perspectives on all sorts of textiles. Including his fascination with – of all things – Kleenex tissues! Go follow him on Twitter and Facebook for more sensual writing and silk fetish pics.

How many fucks do I give?

When you come to me seeking a position as my submissive keep one thing in mind: I don’t give a fuck about your prowess in bed. Why? For one thing, as a Mistress & slave owner I’m not in this just for the orgasms. And for another thing, I already know you’d suck at providing them.

I’m not in this for the orgasms

Orgasms are great. I love orgasms. I like to have lots and lots of orgasms. And I’m very happy to use my submissive male slaves in any number of ways to help me have lots of fantastic orgasms. However no orgasm can compare with the thrill of a POWER RUSH. I love the feeling of getting my way, of being in command, or exerting my will even when it makes you uncomfortable, humiliated, embarrassed etc. and that’s the thrill I’m after.

For me, an integral part of this power rush is getting paid for it. You most likely do genuine, real-world work to get that money. And I can use it to improve my life in genuine, real-world ways that last so much longer than the glow of any orgasm. For me, that makes both of our roles in the power exchange much more potent. I love the kinky sexual things we do together but without tributes & gifts it feels to me like you want me to be a ‘bdsm booty call’. And I am absolutely not anyone’s booty call!

Is it possible for me to be satisfied with service that doesn’t involve money? Sure. But you’ll have to put forth a lot of effort in doing genuinely useful work for me. Quite possibly more effort than you put in at your vanilla day job. And in my experience when submissive men talk about “serving” they usually have, for instance, eating my pussy in mind. Now do I look to you like the kind of woman who faces any shortage of offers for pussy eating? Of course not. That’s not service to ME; that’s service to your own dick. And once again not at all what I’m about as a dominant woman.

 

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Besides, I know you’d suck at giving them

This isn’t a specific criticism of you personally. (Unless it applies!) But like most women, turning me on involves more than just flipping a switch. My body is a complicated, high-maintenance piece of machinery that must be handled with an expert touch – and no man will have that expertise on his first visit to my boudoir! Any man (or woman for that matter) would take training to be an exceptional lover to me. This is true no matter how much any of your past paramours may have raved about you. Indeed, in my experience some of the absolute worst lovers are the ones who think they’re experts. They have the hardest time opening their ears and minds to what I tell them about how to please me!

Even if you’re not naturally clumsy & stupid in the sack (and a woeful number of men are) you still need training to make my motor purr. So I am completely uninterested in – and unimpressed by – your claims of sexual prowess.

Yeah this goes for dick pics too – if I want to see your junk I’ll ask for it!

If you ever want to kneel to me, have kinky play time with me, or indeed get my attention at all you must first prove yourself useful. You need to demonstrate that you’ll bring more to my life than the transient thrill of a few orgasms. I won’t settle for anything less.

 

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GO HERE NOW to learn about some of the ways you might be useful to me.

Silk Panty Domination

Ah, silky panties. One of the most commonly fetishized articles of feminine clothing. I’ve spoken here already about the power of silky panties in melting the mind of a submissive male when HE wears them. Today I’d like to talk about the power of silk & satin knickers when I wear them. I love panty domination and it’s a big part of my style as The Silk Domme.

Silk & satin panties look fabulous

One of the things that makes ladies panties so delightful is how they look. They’re the perfect packaging for a curvy backside, especially when when you have a great ass! The shine of satiny fabrics catch the eye and lead it along the curves that lie beneath. And whether they’re briefs, bikinis, or thongs silky panties are usually designed to beautifully frame the buttocks. They look so good that loads of men have a fetish for just seeing a woman’s panties. And I think all heterosexual guys, even the ones without a full-on panty fetish, like seeing them at least a little. So panty domination is something that works to control most men, including “vanilla” ones.

 

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Dominating the senses with panties

Wearing silk panties feels amazing. They make me feel pampered, spoiled & utterly hedonistic. They’re that little secret luxury which I might choose to share with a very special (and very lucky) someone, but which is mainly there for me alone. Silky satin fabrics, so soft & slippery, are delightful to feel on the delicate flesh they cover.

The way they capture & transmit my smell is also intoxicating. Seriously, I smell much better in silk or satin panties than in ordinary cotton. And scent is such a powerful trigger of emotion; it’s like a direct line to the arousal centers of the brain. In my view smell is too often ignored as a vital part of any bdsm scene.

 

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Dominating the mind with panties

Panties are also very versatile to use in bdsm play; ‘panty domination’ can mean a lot of things. I can use my silky panties to tie his hands, or stuff them in his mouth and use tape or a scarf to make a panty-gag. I can use them to tie his hands together – great for impulsive scenes when I’m out & about with a slave! And naturally I can make him wear them too. Which is such a rich source of submissive triggers that it deserves its own post.

I can even just simply drape them over his face during any other kind of play to add another dimension completely to a scene. This is a perfect way to transmit that delicious smell I was talking about. Plus it’s terribly humiliating in an intensely sensual way.

Other things I might do with panties include making him clean them, either by hand washing or even sucking my juices (or my lover’s cum) out of them. If I make him suck them of course they won’t get completely clean. But he’ll be so deeply humiliated it can be worth it just for the fun of it. And if he hand-washes them I get to enjoy the win-win of getting my delicates properly taken care of while keeping him firmly in his place. (Plus very likely aroused to boot.) Saves me effort in both directions! And if he doesn’t do a good job I can always beat him. There’s just so many reasons to love panty domination. *evilgrin*

Come explore panty domination with me!

 

Where the porn gets made

I’ve been absent online for the past week or so because I’ve been super busy working on something big. Really big. Seriously, I cannot emphasize enough how big this is for me. I’ve been hard at work building myself a new femdom porn studio!

My struggle & an executive decision

For the past few years I’ve been really struggling as a content creator. Struggling because I had no space of my own to work in. Every time I wanted to make a femdom porn video I had to wait until the middle of the night, rearrange my entire living room, set up backdrops…basically exhaust myself preparing the space before I’d even put my makeup on. And because that space was shared there was no leaving things set up for a few days. I’d have to break down, repack, and reorganize everything in the morning as soon as I was done filming.

It’s entirely predictable under such circumstances that my output would dwindle. And it has. Which is a situation I’ve been pretty damned unhappy with. Well a couple of weeks ago I got fed up. I made the executive decision to appropriate an entire room in my house to be my office & studio space.

My femdom porn studio space

The room I’m using as my new studio was a small porch once upon a time. It had become a sort of rec room, used a lot by other members of my household. But mainly it’d been collecting unused furniture, craft supplies, and random clutter for years. To reclaim it for my purposes I literally had to reorganize the entire rest of my house. I cleaned out almost every closet, bookshelf & cupboard we have and wound up getting rid of a ton of stuff. It’s funny how heavily all this had been weighing on me. According to the scale I haven’t lost a pound but I feel so much lighter now.

It’s still small, but this room is all mine. Now I can go in at any time of the day or night, shut the door, and do whatever I like: film videos, make audio recordings, take calls, do online domination camshows – all the things I’d been missing. I’m giddy thinking of all the possibilities!

A Silk Domme’s studio

There’s a lot of work still to be done. The space has been neglected for a long time so it needs a thorough deep cleaning. And naturally I’m painting and decorating it to suit my style. In the end I’ll have a dedicated space for filming with no need to break everything down afterward. And I’ll have a nice private office where I can edit my smutty pics & vids without fretting about who might be looking over my shoulder. Not to mention being able to take calls & get on cam during the daylight hours!

As I make progress in building my femdom porn studio I’ll be posting little behind-the-scenes video clips on Facebook. Come follow me and share in my evil glee!   ;D

 

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My feet are so dirty after all this work. Come lick them clean for Me!

 

p.s. Now’s a great time to send a tribute & help make my new space awesome