Tag: Satin Gloves

The Symposium

The evening before the 9th Annual Symposium included, as always, a cocktail party for Mistresses, Goddesses, and dominant Women to mingle, share some experiences, renew acquaintances, and, of course, flaunt their beauty and power. For there exists, in such Women, a great deal of vanity and pride. In fact, years ago, it became accepted practice for a Mistress to declare Her supremacy over other Mistresses at this event. Such challenges usually led to a sort of battle. Often, choice slaves were used as pawns in such conflicts, since the true measure of a Diva’s power is reflected in Her slave. Read more…

Smother Sisters


Doctor Satinica Entrancia’s bedside manner is much more enticingly intimate than most medical professionals ever get with their clients or patients.

Are you ready to play doctored by Me?
Then SUBMIT to each of these sizzling scenarios OF THE MEDICAL OR THERAPEUTIC FANTASIES COME TO LIFE that tickles your tastes in hands-on hypno-stimulating.



This was the strangest company medical Ethan Jones had ever been to. For one thing, because the boss of the BIODOMME company he worked for, Dr. Satinica Entrancia (What a name!) and her sister Swoonita were carrying it out. But also the pre medical questions were something else: Did he prefer women to “Take Command” in a relationship? Did he like to be a protector and /or did he like feeling “Nurtured”? Did he like women to take an active role sexually? What material did he find arousing–Leather, rubber, satin? Read more…

Sensual Satin Siesta

He was a new employee in this charity. They had him down to work temporarily in their central south office and he had been there a week. Ms. Winters, the General Manager, was fairly strict. But he found something somehow gentle and soothing about her manner. She seemed to appreciate this, giving him little, gentle endearments when he was in the office. He always remembered everything he could about each instance when she said anything to him like, “Sweet boy” and “Good boy”. When she said such things, he could not help his knees turning to rubber, despite being 15 years her junior. Though certainly no boy, whilst he would not consciously admit it, her endearing words turned him on and aroused him like nothing else he knew. Read more…


He had done it as his dare in a contest with work colleagues. He applied to Venus Vixenia “The Silken Sorceress of Submission” for a session. The application didn’t take much time or effort to fill out. He was surprised at how easy the whole process was. To prove he’d done it, he had to provide one photo for his friends of him being “Dominated”.

Outwardly he was a shallow, cynical person–a bit of a sneery type. But deep within, he craved to be controlled and nurtured. He was particularly attracted by This Lady’s statement that She loved to control Her “Subbies” using satin. “Soft and strong and Feminine” was Her banner. Read more…



He hated wedding receptions. Well, he hated the enforced bonhomie and bad jokes that such events lent themselves to.

He didn’t hate the ladies fashions though.  His usually nervous in most social situations mind’s eyes were especially drawn to the long elegant and breathtakingly alluring satin and silk charmeuse dresses, doubly especially the bridesmaids ones. He also felt safe and secure and rather comforted by the long two piece sets that the mothers of the bride and groom wore. He especially loved the experienced, knowing, and nurturing looks that these ladies had. He often loved these more than the stern and rather mocking looks of the young bridesmaids. Read more…


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