SATURDAY Mistresses
Day: Yakko, Selectra, Vanessa, Selectra
Night: Dara, Sophia, Emma,
Laura, Haley, Layla
SADIE is back!
SADIE is Back
and
Available Today
Saturday!
Mistress Bonnie Is Back
Bonnie will be available for sessions Thursday Sept. 1st beginning at 2pm
Now Exclusively at Pandora’s Box
Let’s start September off with the lovely Ms Devi dominating from L.A. to NYC & now exclusively at Pandora’s Box.
R U interested in becoming a dominatrix?
We are looking for Mistresses to work out of our Dungeon. Requirements include beauty, sophisication intelligence and above all a supreme air of confidence with a penchant for cruelty.
Our Dungeon is open 7 days a week from 10:30 am till 3 am offer flexible hours and good pay. You must be able to work a minumum of 4 shifts a week. If you are serious about wanting to work in this fabulous field, have some fetish attire, heels and take good care of yourself. We also offer webcam opportunities for additional income.
If you have no prior experience but have all the other requirements we will train you in all aspects of male domination.
Include your ht, wt, hair color, eye color, bra size, shoe size, what languages you speak. What type of work you have experience in the past 3 years. 3-4 recent photos and tell us why you would make a good Dominatrix to LadyZena@gmail.com In the subject line include Job Opportunity.
Mistress Megan
MISTRESS MEGAN
6’2, Auburn Hair
Available:
Saturday Evening 6pm-3am
Monday Evening 6pm-3am
Annie is back Tuesday Evening 8pm-3am
Mistress Annie is back
Tuesday Evening 8pm-3am
Ms Layla/ I know what the sound of pain does to me
I know what the sound of pain does to me. It is a true attraction. I am more dangerous than keeping it locked inside. My eyes lock in as if I were a rattlesnake stalking its prey. There is nothing more deadly than my passion for a seeing the pleasure in your eyes as I bind you or sew you into the sack I have made of your own blazer. I speak the truth. Whether it be with my cane or my voice holding up a mirror to your pathetic life is is a pleasure that I engage in daily. It is a stimulant like a vitamin. You are meaningless and nothing. The funny notion is that you know it and are still able to pull your jacket on everyday. You have no freedom except the time with which I bless you. The chain that locks you to the daily actions you take everyday is just like a CB 2000 and I hold all the keys.Robert knows I will use all my power of humiliation. It can be taken to a point where I make him a child becoming.. I allow him to become emotionally and psychologically attached to ME his one and only release to the real world. I take Robert on the outskirts into the real world especially through
public humiliation he is obligated to wear his chain and collar upon his arrival to see me. Robert’s erotic humiliation is the extreme I have over him. A form of edgeplay. Taking him to the brink of being free from the shackles that hold him is a respect that I will not divulge.
Robert began as a puppy, sniffing out smooth skin and a soft strong hand. Now he has grown and been molded into my pet, sniffing out a hard canning. Robert enjoys the pleasure in keeping his definition secret while I am his complete savior. His angel that spanks his ass into reality. I am the one who began his life from the birth of his fetish. My control over him will have him bent over, spanked and stretched out completely as he accepts anything I put in front of him. His petty pleas for mercy go on ears that do not recognize his manhood. It does not exist. Not quite as of yet. He is constantly being molded and created into the perfect little kinky bitch, with a suit and tie. Living his life by day wearing the uniform disposed to him and by night donning the leather and latex I have bestowed upon him.
Immediately, as he donned a latex thong I bestowed upon him the streak of sweat that poured through the latex hood was an appealing smell he would want to indulge in again and again. Hearing the door close and the voice of his true boss, his queen walk into the room is a welcoming into his life you would only seek the pleasure of, you would never take the opportunity to gain. His Queen, Mistress Layla is the Goddess that holds the keys to not only his manhood but his life. Dictating how he is to gain freedom is a test for which he would endure daily. His ass in perfect uniform, the sound of Layla’s heels hit the floor is a pleasure of which he could seclude for himself. His hands flat as in prayer, Robert bestows his Goddess with her Gift. Stiletto heels is the only way he have it. Mistress Layla’s toes exposed and her body wrapped in leather only meant for the Goddesses. Her skirt brushes by her thighs with perfect precision. Her boots recognizable as a former gift.
And it also goes….
I step into the room checking that my slave is in uniform and the sight of his Angel be the excitement that brings him to attention. He would always be my slave, teaching tool, and loyal servant for whatever I desire. Whether it be a quiet shopping cart or my slut to dismiss his needs and demand the highest appreciation for my attendance. Robert has become my slave, both mentally and physically. Dressed bare under his chaps, it pleases me to see his hands locked in prayer and his bare bottom in the air.
The sight of the lovely bag and box was enough to cane his ass while I made him slide across the floor like the slug. I take his chain leading him to the trampling table. I smack him making his face go falling onto the bondage bed with pleasure. The smack was a sound I would remember for a while. Seeing his once cavalier body fall with the thud of a large box was thrilling. In exchange for the key I keep in my pocket to his CB 2000. I would make his training go leaps and measures. My foot stool stayed on all fours while I took the patient liberty of unwrapping his gift. His loyalty to my needs is one of the first rules he learned. I canned his hands with pleasure when we first met. Not knowing proper protocol for a Dominatrix. Whether he was paying tribute on his hands and knees or threw other means he had neither and since I did not touch anything neither would he. I caned his hands with a leisure that hand the ruler float through the air and patiently snapping as they hit his palms.
The memory quickly brought me to the reality of my footstool beneath me. The only enjoyment I took from it was the moaning that escaped his mouth as the tightness of the latex against his swelling package was enough for me to enjoy. Taking it like a child the hard handed spanking he received for being the little slut, mindless to all things important in life was enough to start the swelling of his bottom. Where not rising or running red, his skin was pale. It was beyond pale, it was white, like snow or alabaster. Like the little cotton puff clouds on a fair day, his skin was. The contrast was shocking but the display enjoyable.
The memory quickly brought me to the reality of my footstool beneath me. The only enjoyment I took from it was the moaning that escaped his mouth as the tightness of the latex against his swelling package was enough for me to enjoy. Taking it like a child the hard handed spanking he received for being the little slut, mindless to all things important in life was enough to start the swelling of his bottom. Where not rising or running red, his skin was pale. It was beyond pale, it was white, like snow or alabaster. Like the little cotton puff clouds on a fair day, his skin was. The contrast was shocking but the display enjoyable. I tied his arms with vigor through the loops of the bondage table. There is nothing he would do or say. The enjoyment of pleasing me would be enough for the rest of his life. Gifts waiting for me at the end of my day. My home, the power I had over him would compliment all the flogging and bondage he would be delivered today. Like a mad warrior I take to his body. Taking advantage of his latex masked face first, making it my pillow for the moment I tied his package up and hung weights in the air. They bounced off his body with the song of a birds taking off.. He screamed loud enough for the Manhattan Skyline to hear him. Laughing his latex masked face with little nose openings became drainage and I quickly stood to cane his feet. My perfectly pedicure feet became exposed as I made him flip on his back. I walked up and down smashing his face into the bed. I reached for the many weapons of choice and choose the rope. I tied him with precision to his bed, his sweat, and the other liquids that accumulated around his latex hood. His hands reached for the unreachable as I took my stiletto heels and smashed his CB 2000 to shreds. It was a pleasure to hear a man hit that octave. He begged with his undying loyalty to complete devotion, as he does every time and I grabbed a hot candle and allowed the hot wax to drip down his broken CB 2000. The rope was tight. His breathing now aided through me removing the latex mask and replacing it with a inner studded ring. Now free he bowed and opened his wallet and mind to all my desires. Robert is the perfect slave. He gives and knows with every motion I take around the room he receives..
