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Night: Dara, Sophia, Emma,

Laura, Haley, Layla

I’ve sessioned mostly with independent dommes over the course of the last 5 years ago, but upon browsing the pandora’s box blog, I came upon the photos of Lady Sophia Larou. I’ve always felt a strong subservience to petite blonde women and just seeing her photos left me in a state of awe.
Last week I went to pandora’s Box which I haven’t really been too much because of the bad/mediocre reviews here. The manager led Me in to a very dark room, Chinese Torture. Where after a few moments she appeared. If I would see her walking down the sidewalk or in the subway, I would have to fight everything within me not to grovel at her feet for the chance to worship her. She had seductive pink lips (I have a severe lipstick fetish) and I felt weak when I saw her crimson toe nails peeking out from her high heels. . So feminine and sweet, we discussed what we both were in to. She told me to undress and prostrate myself on all fours with my forehead on the floor in the direction of the door and she went to carefully choose the implements for using me as a vessel of her pleasure.

The lighting was perfect for placing me in my true submissive slave mindset. My cock grew hard in anticipation as I heard her heels clicking against the floor outside the door. She walked in to a room with an intense presence. Her beauty, I just really couldn’t believe how gorgeous she was before in her summer dress and now in her red latex dress, she looked like the domme pin up of my dreams. As she came in to the room, she told me to keep my eyes averted, as she is my goddess and the privilege of gazing upon her beauty was something that needed to be earned by pleasing her. She placed a leather mask on my face as she scratched my back and pulled my hair against her, whispering lightly in my ear that my mind, body, and cock all belonged to her. She then collared me and put me on a leash, then proceeded to blindfold me and told me to trust her as she guided me through the strong yet gentle push of the leash in to the direction where she wanted to go. Then she made me stand up as she fastened restraints on my hands to a suspension bar. She forced a ball gag in my mouth, taunting me that “the gift of speech was also something that needed to be earned” She proceeded to tie my cock and balls in a tight bondage and attached a soft smooth bullet to the cbt., teasing me that “just like the rest of me was hers, so was my(her) cock and it was to be tied until I earned the gift of having it free.” Then she proceeded to spank, paddle, flog, and cane me while I thanked her for her presence and abuse and prayed to her as my Goddess. She had attached a vibrator which I guess she used a remote control to use, reinforcing the idea that she controlled all the pain and pleasure I was to receive. She tortured my nipples with clothespins, pressing them hard and then snapping them, and then rolling a wartenberg wheel on them as she forced me to take in the scent of her armpits and hair, SO GOOD. After taking severe but enthralling abuse, she said I had pleased her and she let me worship her gorgeous thigh high boots. Never have I felt such pleasure as I did when I used my tongue to clean her shoes. She said I had earned the privilege of speaking and seeing her and she took off the blindfold and gag. I felt like I had died when she said I could worship her latex.
When my time of service was over I felt fulfilled because I was pleased in taking pain for her and making her happy and yet at a loss because I wanted to spend more time with her.

Not to sound like a total creep but Lady Sophia Larou, I love you and I can’t wait til next weeks session.

ML

MISTRESS MEGAN

6’2, Auburn Hair

Available:

Saturday Evening 6pm-3am

Monday Evening 6pm-3am

Now Called Erotica

Valentina

Raven-haired, with snow-white skin, mysterious, intensely sensual and soft spoken– Ms. Valentina is a powerful and smoldering kind of demanding.  Almost never raising her voice, she has little patience for bad behavior and can turn wicked and icy on a dime.

Slender with curves in all the right places, this domina learned the hypnotic power of her femininity as a teen, as men began to not be able to help but stop and stare. It was then she learned how to manipulate them and turn them into her playthings. With features reminiscent of old hollywood stars, the likes of Ingrid Bergman, legs most women crave, and a bust to match, Ms. Valentina is a modern pin-up.

Icy, demanding bitch, detached goddess, firm yet sensual and empathetic governess, wickedly teasing student/employee, mischievously tormenting master, Ms. Valentina is ready to abuse you mentally and physically.

Body Type: Curvy

Hair: Dark Brown/Black

Eyes: Brown

Bra: 34C

Shoe Size: 8.5

Height: 5’6″

Ethnicity: Caucasian/Mediterranean

Specialties:

Verbal and physical humiliation/degradation

Role play/cuckolding

Spanking/paddling/caning/flogging

Electrical/medical play

Smothering /breath control

Foot and boot worship

Forced feminization

Rope bondage

CBT-Ballbusting

Ashtray and cigarette fetishes

Slapping and spitting

Mummification

Trampling

Blackmail scenarios

Valentina is taking appointments

Tonight (Friday August 6th)

and Sunday Night (August 8th)

and Sunday night

Call 212-242-4577 to book



MISTRESS MAE

Walking the line between savage and sophisticated, I will always find your vulnerability and take advantage.  I can be cruel and severe, or soft and soothing, but I am always in control—you will enjoy every moment of your submission.  I enjoy an extreme sensual experience, where you will leave behind the division of body and mind to experience the pleasure that comes from relinquishing control.

Wrestling

Role play: nurse/patient, boss/employee, teacher/student, judge/lawyer, the more creative, the better

Sensory play

Mummification

Cross-dressing & Sissification

Corporal, light to heavy

Wax play

Puppy and pony training

Foot & boot worship

Trampling

Face-slapping

Spitting

Humiliation

Interrogation

Confession

Bondage

I welcome the sub with a creative, open mind and a willingness to engage and communicate your experience within the session. I enjoy playing with novices as well.

5’8”

Long brown hair

36D

Size 8 foot

Available

Tuesday Evening 6pm-3am

Wednesday Evening 6pm-3am

 Strawberry-blonde hair. Blue-green eyes. A soft, innocent visage that veils the defiant streak within found only in those who grow up sans siblings.                           Born a 1985 Aries – a cardinal Fire sign that is ruled by Mars and bestows magnetic and intense traits – with strong French and a dusting of Irish blood. From the time I was a playful little girl – blonde curls carelessly bobbing and blue eyes a glint – my personality has been amorphous. The most obvious example that comes to mind: Playing Barbies on the cedar-wood floor of our living room was a habitual act as a child; if my mother tired of watching or talking to me, she’d simply lead me to my 12-gallon plastic crate labeled “_____’s Barbies.” I’d be content for hours. The scene was typical: Barbie was a 20-something-year-old living in some tiny city apartment. No roommate. No boyfriend. Just a cat, typewriter and bed. Barbie’s attitude, however, often switched. Some days, when she wasn’t writing or working, she’d invite a boy over for wine or dinner. Normally she’d seduce and deny him. In my child’s mind, this would make him desire her more. She’d play with this power. And sometimes on those impish days, if the boy didn’t cook dinner properly or brought over a movie/bottle of wine she didn’t care for, she’d yell at him, slap him and/or make him beg for a kiss at the end of the evening. And on other days, Barbie’s coworker or next-door neighbor stopped over for a surprise visit. He’d allow himself in, corner her against a wall, hold her hands above her head and demand that she kiss him. “Don’t try to get away,” he’d say something to the effect. He’d pick up a purple Barbie hairbrush and say, “If you do, I’m going to spank you like a naughty little girl.” My girl friends – who wanted to play stay-at-home wifey/mommy and raise 2.3 children while cooking dinner for their handsome husband who works long hours – directed mystified glances at me during playtime at school or during sleepovers. I’d just smile and keep to myself. Such untapped curiosities followed me through elementary and high school: the Halloween of my 13th year I bought a whip and black “witch dress,” and called myself a dominatrix; at 15 I slapped my then-boyfriend for kissing my best friend and made him crawl across the hallway at school, kiss my sneakers, beg for forgiveness, and then told him I never wanted to see him again; and after my senior prom, I asked my date to use his tie to bind my hands. But it wasn’t until freshman year of college that my mysterious interests were recognized and released. It was in mid autumn that I met my master, my plaything…my Dante-esque mentor who would guide me into and through the layers of S/M. We met in standard college fashion: house party, cheap beer, drinking games, and drunk flirting. He had noticed me first across the kitchen, where a beer pong tournament was taking place, and relentlessly stared at me. When I finally allowed myself to meet His dark, wolf-like eyes, I noticed His small lips were smirking. He looked older than me, but normal enough – a mane of spiked black hair resting on a long and defined face with sharp features; He was an average height and weight for a man of 25/26. (I’d later learn He was the older brother of the boy throwing the party). An intense aura surrounded Him. Amidst the inane hooting and slurring and gulping, the noise faded into a sort of silence as He moved toward me. Things progressed slow and easy through the winter months: we went to dinner and movies and parties, He helped me with my homework and writing, and we entangled ourselves under the sheets in ways that would absolutely be declared “healthy” or “normal” by any psychoanalyst. Possibly it was “spring fever” that induced His nerve to take our relationship to “the next level.” It was the first week of April and a group of us were going out to celebrate my 19th birthday. We ate and drank, danced and kissed, drank some more and sang until the whole world blurred into some dizzy waltz. At midnight, when it officially turned into my birthday, one of His male friends kissed me on the cheek and whispered “Happy Birthday _____” into my ear. I noticed Him starring at me a few feet away. He didn’t say anything or look angry…just starred at me. The evening continued and more drinks were had. Hours later, we arrived back to His house – I frisky and flimsy in an alcohol-laced haze, He solemnly hushed. I knew He was peeved because of His friend’s kiss. But, He’d never been the “jealous type,” so I figured if I seduced Him then all would be forgotten. He was standing in His bedroom in front of an antique mirrored dresser undoing His button-up shirt. I stumble-strutted to Him in my black heels while unzipping my black leather strapless dress so that the top of my thong was showing in the back. My lips were painted a crimson hue and slightly parted. I flipped my hair, which was hanging loose over my bare shoulders, and looked at Him with the best “come hither” eyes I could muster. When I leaned in to kiss His neck, He sharply turned to face me. “Remove your dress,” He ordered softly. A hint of anger lingered in His tone. I obeyed, hoping that when He saw my almost-nude body he would relax. My dress fell to the floor. “Turn toward the dresser,” He continued. He put my hands on top of the bureau, which came to my thighs, and told me to bend over. Apparently He was feeling “frisky” as well, I thought. But there was no sensual touching of my body. No soft kisses on my shoulders or neck. No unzipping of His pants or lowering of my thong. Instead, with what seemed like all His strength, He spanked me. I looked at our reflections in the mirror stunned. “I’m very disappointed in you,” He murmured while gazing into my eyes. My mind swirled from the alcohol, from the throbbing pain, from my rebuffed lust. I tried to stammer an apology, to explain that the kiss had meant nothing, to stand up straight. He held my hips in place. “Put your hands back on that dresser and bend over,” He demanded. I hadn’t been hit since I was a child and felt so ashamed. My cheeks flushed as He spanked me again, and again, and again, and again… “You will not say a word to me until I’ve finished,” He said. And I didn’t. I lowered my eyes and let each blow vibrate through me. My ass was on fire and numb at the same time. My nails dug into the oak wood. I knew tears were streaming down my face. He had satisfied Himself by the thirtieth spank. His deep breaths filled the dark room shortly after we crawled into bed. The satin sheets felt cool against my naked body, especially my ass. It hurt still, but it was a pleasant soreness – an erotic ache. I noticed that I was throbbing in other areas beneath the sheets as well. An ebb and flow of feelings washed over my skin, sending bumps up and down my limbs: disgust, embarrassment, awe, intrigue, and arousal. I fell asleep to a lullaby called “confusion” – had His burst of control over me turned me on? The next morning I went to the bathroom. It hurt to sit. And when I finished, I looked at my ass in the mirror, which was dyed black and blue. I wasn’t mad, or upset even. Instead, I walked back to the bedroom and forced Him to intertwine with me in ways that would’ve inspired Freud to write a whole new book. After that moment, I wasn’t the same old _____ anymore. An unknown woman had emerged. Sensing my eagerness to learn more about this taboo world, in the year to come He would introduce me to femdom and maledom techniques. Although I would eventually become a customarily dominant Mistress, He explained that every good master must learn submission first. “Mastery of one’s self and knowing one’s limits is the first step to being dominant,” He would later clarify. “It is impossible to take on the responsibility of mastering another if one cannot master her or himself first.”                                                                                                               

Part II: Mistress Cora – The Training Of will be in next month’s issue of The Vault.

From the “City of Brotherly Love” the gorgeous and strictly dominant Mistress Astrid
the 26,27th and 28th of Aug. exclusively at Pandora’s Box.

Mistress Astrid
www.supermoderndomme.com
domina.ms/MistressAstrid
supermoderndomme@gmail.com

Ms Ava is a mistress to let yourself go with. Once you see her you’ll never want any other mistress. She will control you and your mind.
# 5′5″
# 36C bust
# 26″ waist
# 115 lbs.
# Size 7 shoe
# Thin & curvaceous
# Italian & Lebanese
# Black Hair
# Hazel Eyes
# Exceptional Verbal / Physical humiliation / Degradation
# Caning / Flogging / Spanking / Whipping / Slapping / Spitting
# Trampling / Ball busting / Physical domination
# Restraint / Bondage / Immobilization / Mummification
# Corporal Punishment / Torture / CBT / NT
# Sensory deprivation / Breath play
# Body worship (indefinitely EXCLUDING bust or genitalia) / Foot worship
# Smoke sessions / Mysophilic sessions / Forniphilic sessions
# Mind-games / Psychodrama / Roleplaying / Cross dressing
# Slave training / Re-programming
# Financial Domination / Exploitation

Todays day time shift:

Ms Mariah, Ms Nicole, Susie,Victoria and Amara are available then for Alexa (specail requests only).

Tonight shift begins @ 5:30pm

Ms Barbarella, Ms Cassandra, Ms Jensen, Mystique,and Mz Bo.