Calling all tiny men! No, I’m not talking about the guys with the tiny peen for once. I’m talking about the REALLY tiny men. You know, the ones who stand inch high to the sky while I gaze down upon them with a mighty stare.
This is not news to me, but many of you may not realize that I do maintain a vacation home on Giantess Island. It’s a fantastic place! The weather is gorgeous every day of the year, and the scent of tropical flora carried on the breeze will take your breath away.
They really should put that on the travel brochure, but for some reason the travel bureau has neglected to do anything about it. Due to this fact, every few months or so I hear a little *squeak-squeak* in my kitchen only to discover yet another tiny invader prowling around the baseboards. What happens at that point really depends on my mood.
If I am feeling grouchy, I might smash him beneath my massive foot. If my stomach is growling, which probably sounds like a jet engine to minuscule eardrums, then I might just tuck him in for the night on a bed of lettuce and mayo. Just pray that I am in a good mood, because then I might be feeling playful.
A giantess’ bedroom is the most dangerous of all…
Oh yes, it has come to pass on many an occasion that I have awoken to the sight of a bold adventurer spying as I sleep naked in my bed with naught but the sheerest sheet to cover my exposed skin. I won’t tell you what I’ve caught some of them doing, but I promise it was naughty enough to make me blush.
Not every instance ends badly. Many times we even end up having lots of sexy fun. I just wish they would ask permission before attempting to explore my peaks and valleys. After all, I am a majestic giantess and you are but a tiny mosquito to the unsuspecting sleeper. In the end, I promise it’s worth making your first trip to the island.
You may have read about my propensity for catfighting in previous posts and thought to yourself, “Man that is really hot! The idea of those gorgeous tits smashing up against another pair of tits makes me a little tight in the crotch region. There is just something about two female warriors answering the primal call that really reaches out to the male’s basic instinct and grabs his attention.
Why is catfighting such a turn on for guys?
I think the appeal of watching two women locked in a heated catfight comes from the fact that men are most often subject to “qualifying rituals”. You know what I’m talking about. When it comes to hunting for a mate, whether they know it or not, men are constantly competing against other men in various ways, much like their beastly counterparts.
Instead of locking horns in the woods somewhere, we typically use other means to define status among mankind. So when two women drop the ladylike cover and go at it like two African wildcats, there can be a thrill of, “Ohhh, so us guys aren’t the only ones who are subject to the laws of nature.” Nope, you most certainly are not. Female domination is real and it exists even among other women.
Sexual battles among men and women…
I know you’ve heard the saying ‘some like it hot’. Well guess what? Some like it rough too. As I write this, I am reminded of one of my frequent playmates. I’ll call him thepianoman. In the past, he and I have engaged in many a discussion about my love of catfighting and bolstering my position as an alpha, but every now again we get so worked up that it often results in a sexy physical wrestling match of our own.
What was so unique was that he kissed me. As I found myself pinned to the bed, helpless and writhing, there was such a sensual ferocity in that kiss that made my loins ache with glee. Now of course not everyone will go for the rough stuff, but if you’re lucky enough to land a primal diva, then strap in and enjoy the ride. And if you end up the loser, who knows? The worst thing you may have to endure is a bout of queening. I’ve known many fights to end up much worse.
You can only imagine what ensued beyond that point or you can arrange a session and I’ll give you all the explicit dish. Let’s just say that when all was said and done, I was very much relaxed that night. I can still hear the notes of that piano in my mind…
It’s Valentine’s Day 2014! That means a chance to reach into my fanmail bag and see what’s stewing. Who doesn’t love a bit of flattery, especially on a day like today? Now, Mistress Alexis is no stranger to stellar phone sex reviews, but direct, personal feedback such as this always makes me a little moist in the lacy undergarments department.
Mistress fan mail makes me all tingly…
This one comes from my current chief personal attendant, Jeffy, who has become very special to me. Though his cock may be small, he has a BIG, big heart, as you will soon see.
Ode to Mistress:
“Every morning I wake up, I thank the stars I have been able to find a wonderful Goddess such as Alexis. I forever have the reminder of who rules my mind, body and soul as I gaze down at her property, under lock and key of course. I go throughout my day knowing she has my best interest at heart whether I understand it or not.
Mistress Alexis is the perfect (and I mean perfect) mix of strict and sensual and has allowed me to serve her in a way she so deserves. My only regret in life is not finding her early enough. She makes me feel alive just with a simple hello. Chills go down my spine when I see an email in my inbox. I can’t believe the gift given to me in the form of a luscious, voluptuous mistress such as her.
I could go on and on about how wonderful she is to me, but I think many of you know already. I want anyone who is interested in any form of fetish to contact her. She is truly amazing and will make your head spin. She will push you to do things you couldn’t imagine and leave you wanting more. I speak from experience as I am just finishing day 18 of chastity (my own personal record) and loving every minute of it. This may not seem much, but for a chronic masturbator such as yours truly, it’s a miracle in itself. So Mistress – I say thank you and love every minute we get to spend together. Hope there are many more to come.”
So very sweet indeed. I felt my wicked Mistress heart flutter in multiple places. At least I think it was my heart. With so much throbbing and pulsing going on, it can be difficult to tell what’s happening where anymore. I will never stop loving the exquisite sound that a man makes when he is truly broken and willing to serve no other. Life’s pleasures are numerous, but none can compare with THAT sound. If you, yourself are a chastity slave or curious about delving into the world of male chastity, you couldn’t ask for a better “keyholder” than myself.
I am always accepting applications for new chastity subs. Do you have a growing desire to be caged? Perhaps your habitual handling has left you with a need for your love life to be micro-managed. Chronic masturbation must be kept under strict monitoring. Lucky for you, the Goddess of your dreams is but a mere phone call away.
Stranger things have been said, it’s true. But you surely came here aroused by suspicion, among other things. I have had the great pleasure of speaking with many would-be cuckolds about the dilemma of wanting to explore the joys of being cuckolded by a partner, but aren’t certain if they can handle the idea of sharing their wife or girlfriend.
To these men I say relax, for there IS a solution for you!
Is it truly possible to cuckold oneself?
You bet it is! I’m sure you are quite familiar with a strap-on. It’s most famously used by females who wish to penetrate their partners, be they of the hetero or homo persuasion. I have also been a long-time fan of the gag-style strap-on which is usually worn by inferior males like a face mask. The protruding dildo can then be ridden, further adding insult to the fact that the sub in question is undeserving of inserting his phallus inside of the presiding domme.
That form of play is wildly fun and it does have its place, but it can still be quite lacking. You see, humiliation comes in many flavors. There are times when I wish to gaze into the eyes of my submissive and visually berate him as he huffs and puffs in a sad attempt to please me. The problem that exists is one of his cock cage being unable to enter me, and even if it did not exist, his cock would not be worthy of entering my temple.
This is where a male strap-on comes in very handy.
Male chastity is the new bullstud…
Ok, maybe that is a tad extreme. Can the cuckold bull really be replaced? Not really. After all, there is something about the 3rd party view that can’t be substituted easily. Watching your hotwife or girlfriend get pounded by a big black cock is tantamount to the excitement of ball dropping on New Year’s Eve. But if you’re the type of cuckold couple that loves the fantasy more than the reality, then a male strap-on could be your ticket to intense arousal.
Just imagine how hot it would be to find yourself between her legs, your own cock tightly caged up where it will be totally denied even the most minute joy of slip-sliding inside of her. You can choose any dildo insert. The sky is the limit. In this case you will BOTH be getting what you deserve.
My cuckold serves me well…
And because he is a cuckold in the truest sense of the word, he would never even think of the possibility of fucking me. He knows that honor is reserved for any one of the studs who frequent my man-stable. Joe remains ever-devoted to his black Queen, always quick to shower me with expensive gifts in lieu of his ability to please me physically.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s really me he loves or if he’s merely fishing for an opportunity to suck cock. You never can tell with him at times. All I know is that I find watching such an act highly amusing. It is truly a marvel watching an older man jump through such hoops to please a younger woman, especially if there is a bit of ass worship waiting at the end of his kinky rainbow.
Every day as I awaken from my slumber and wipe the stardust from my eyes (like EVERY Goddess does, I know) I get the opportunity to do something that many in this world keep on their “someday” lists. Always a bit out of reach but not for me. I’m not referring to an exotic vacation or a fancy car. It’s actually something quite basic and attainable by just about anyone, and yet its value goes far beyond that of any tangible currency.
My callers REALLY know how to make me smile…
Yes! That’s it! I’m talking about a smile. The shortest distance between two points that’s located well above my nipples but still beneath that come-hither stare. You have it deeply embedded in your brain, don’t you? Well you should because you put it there!
Since my callers are so quick to lavish praise upon their Mistress, I feel it only right to give some back. Positive reinforcement does come in other forms besides orgasmic release, even if it only arrives after a marathon session of tease and delay.
Spoiling your Mistress is only the beginning….
There are many reasons why you need a masturbatrix in your life. I won’t get into them here. What’s important, however, is that you are indeed here and many from the very beginning. Have I mentioned how generous my subs are? Every day honestly feels like Mistress Appreciation Day. How can it not? If it isn’t oodles of flattery I’m cloaking myself in, it’s the thoughtful and exquisite gifts which are sent that touch my heart regularly.
When it comes to the type of person that LDW attracts, it goes without saying that my time is valued and respected. I am more than simply sought. I am cherished. The circle of giving is never-ending, and I am honored to be a conduit through which that energy flows daily.
Open, trusting, helpful, and kind…
These are some of the words that I would use to describe the members of my “tribe”. I chose that term because it’s the only way I could capture the closeness and camaraderie that we share. It takes a great deal to open up to someone on the other end of the phone line about things that make you feel vulnerable and scared. I do not take my position lightly.
It’s not always about phone sex. Entertainer is but one of the many hats I am graced with. I am also teacher, confidant, cuddler, disciplinarian, counselor, the list goes on and on. But I do it with pride, and I do it with a smile because I realize what an honor it is to be held in such high regard.
So this is my love letter to everyone. I thank you for choosing me and for making LDW the incredible fantasy world it is for both Mistress and sub alike.