Dear Mistress Violette:
I have probably not been to LA in 12-13 years. I am married to a non-dominant female, who knows of my true nature. But, I can’t say I am a likely visitor.
But, I must say, you have one of the most beautiful looks I have ever seen. Absolutely breathtaking.
william/baltimore

Rob wrote:
YOU are One maybe the one and only…who has ever asked “What do you find enticing”….Not that it would ever matter during a session…But just the fact YOU “ask” means your thoughts are Millions of Years ahead of everybody else!!

To The Greatest of All, The Awesome Mistress Violette,

So much time has gone by since last i bowed at Your Mighty Feet. i feel so worthless having put off the duty of adding to the ever unfolding adventure of Mistress Violette and Her property, p. i truly hope Mistress will forgive me for being so underproductive in my writings.

When i reported to Mistress’s Dungeon, more than a month ago, i was fearsome as many failed attempts to serve had come by in the last 12 months. Would i be accepted, or would i be shown the door, thrown away, forgotten in a dark alley, left to myself to ponder on my inabilities? Adrenaline always starts flowing in my blood before i even open the door, as committed i walk towards The Mistress i strive to serve. My last steps always have this odd mechanical look, as i give way to the overwhelming feelings and fears flooding my soul. i could try to fight, turn away, and run far. Run where, lost at the end of my mind? Fight The Will of Mistress, my ever guiding beacon, to just fall in oblivion at the end of my senses. Nothing can hold me back in these last steps, no earthquake, no hurricane, no thunder. i can almost feel the adrenaline dripping slowly taking my last bit of will away!

Indeed, I felt worried and hoping not to run out of energy during my service. My only desire is to fulfill my duties, to serve Mistress with all respect. Almost shaking i am greeted by Mistress. Being able to see Mistress, Her Welcoming Smiles, Words and Hugs, i welcome the feeling of safety and control invading my mind. This is home, this is where i belong, and this is what I am meant to do: kneeling at The Feet of The Mighty Mistress Violette, waiting for Her Command to execute. i can’t remember the Champagne, i can’t remember the snacks, i can’t remember time, i barely remember the room, for me all empty filled by the sole Presence of Mistress.

Hands started to envelop my head, building a space of safety, a cocoon in which my mind could escape everyday’s life and focus on the only important task at hand, pleasing Mistress. Each motion of The Hand pried away a little bit of worry, each Finger brushed away useless thoughts. Every touch got closer to my mind, bringing me without hesitation to the subspace where i dwelled in awe. Yes this is where i belong, at time a toy, at time a slave, but always submitted to Mistress. That night was dedicated to sensations, to the reaffirmation of power and control. That night was to the renewal of the commitment i made deep in my soul.

The room was electrified, Mistress playing without restraint to the most bestial feeling I harbor, making me regret at time of being sensitive to primal pleasures. Without any hesitation, Mistress took every square inch of my body, making no prisoners, laying on me the weight of Her Domination. Not even in my expectations did i ever think that such a time was possible. How could i have delayed this time for so long? Without any restraint, Mistress was overwhelming me with uncontainable flows of energy, burning my mind, breaking away any dam of restrain, opening wide any barrier set by a traditional upbringing. i did not belong to myself, why would i have ever forgotten this? i was humbled as Mistress’s Property. i was humbled to spark interest in Mistress’s Eyes. i would have loved to serve Mistress, to restitute the precious energy, just tuned to Mistress’s Desire and Pleasure, oblivious of my own being. Perhaps one day I will be given the honor of serving Mistress in such a way.

Why do these times always have to end? I sometimes wish there would be a blackout, perhaps the world stopping to spin bringing these events to eternity. But it was not meant so that night. Perhaps it is the beauty of it all, to dwell in and out of this very special world, making each time an unforgettable daydream, turning fiction into reality, erasing the boundaries between all and breaking restraints for an instant.

Yes, it is at Your Feet that i feel whole, safe and fulfilled. Dwelling in Your Stare, bathing in Your Voice, awaken by Your Hands, united to Your Will, i do live for You, by You and in You.

And then came the light again. Sometimes it seems silly to part away for the night. i have often wondered why this has to be this way. But at the same time, parting only raises the expectation for the time to come. Sadly my vanilla life calls for me to fill other duties that i would not be able to carry otherwise. But please believe that my daydream to sleep at the foot of Your Bed has not faded away. i know that one day we will be able to go for a ride on the non vanilla side of life and fulfill this fantasy. i know that time is probably running out but i have full confidence in the future. But that day was to be an incredible day of adventures.

I enjoyed every single instant of our journey through the street of Los Angeles, starting by the unavoidable traffic jam the city is famous for. Getting into the Stockroom, i felt like a little kid in front of the treasure chest. So many things i wanted to experience. So many things i did not dare ask about, though it probably was the time to ask. This was too much in too little time to realize. But it was awesome. Down the road to Kiki de Montparnasse where in all fairness the champagne was subpar. It started to attack my head almost immediately. But little did I care dreaming of Mistress behind the curtain trying all kinds of exotic pieces of clothing – thank You for sharing with me. But what a lovely day.

A constant of our encounters is that time is never visible, never palpable. No matter what, when time is expired I always first wonder if perhaps the clock played a trick on us, or somebody tempered with the universal time. Alas, time is always there to bring us back to reality. What a mean element! But that day, time became my enemy as suddenly i started to experience cramping and realized that my flexibility had definitely worsened. Not that i have ever been a contortionist. What a pity to suddenly have to call for some relief. I really started to panic, wondering if this was again a sign of my weakness and limitation. Mistress kindly allowed me to recover and reset, probably allowing me more motion than really desired. This removed the unexpected problem and led us into time oblivion.

What a treat to have Mistress Crystal visit for a short time. i have great respect for Mistress Crystal as She is Mistress’s Friend. As Mistress may remember, i have experienced Her Art once. Never will i forget the event even though i probably would not want to tempt the devil ever again. i was oblivious of the most basic rules of relationship and was duly punished for my indiscretions then. i always enjoyed Mistress Crystal’s participation and hopefully Mistress does to. Perhaps this evening was less overwhelming than the previous one. No matter what, being at Mistress’s hands is more than ever needed to make any instant into a dream to remember forever. Little of the time ever spent with Mistress has escaped my mind. Perhaps some elements have faded away with the years, hopefully only the bad ones. But the common thread linking all of these events together is like a life line keeping these instants alive. And adding to this life line is nothing short of fulfilling and enriching. From the flogging to the tickling, the scraping, the trying of the newly acquired implement, all built up into a wonderful storyline. And these wicked gloves i love so much.

Yes this was a time to remember only topped by the most enjoyable dinner of all. What a wonderful time to be able to exchange stories with no restraints, in a completely informal way. Yes it is sometimes difficult to know if it is always Mistress Violette, or somebody else. But with time i hope i am getting better at respecting Your Guidance. i wish often we had more opportunities like this. i love to hear you react, trying to brush away your disbelief. i love just watching You, sharing with You, trying to light a smile on Your Face. i love to feel You care for me. i just love being with You. But it is never enough, it is never too much, it is always a dream. And it is always too short and for sure too few. And that night i went back to my room, my mind full of fireworks, my heart full of dreams, looking forward to the day ahead and new adventure for the soul. In my sleep i was with Mistress Violette, safe and sound.

my nipples are still sore, and i love it. thank You for seeing me yesterday, and taking me into consideration.

i hope You will give me a chance to serve You as discussed, as our schedules will permit. i would love to be Your personal errand boy, whipping boy, servant, and anything else You need.

Your likes and interests will gradually become programmed in my brain. my goal is to make life easier for You,more rewarding, and more entertaining. i’m in awe of Your beauty and Your power.

mike

Dear Mistress Violette,

Dreams of L.A……

After so long, I was ecstatic to see you online this evening. I
instantly fell to my knees. Here I am with my pants to my knees, your
cock and balls bound tight as ordered. To hear your playfully
seductive voice was intoxicating.

Its so refreshing to find someone so gorgeous, so seductive, and
sadistic who shares a passion for leather and clothes that accentuate
a woman’s figure. I dream of being your leather boy toy.

From the moment you answered, I have not had such clarity and purpose
in years. I would say worth too, but I feel unworthy for such
perfection. I do continually strive to be worthy. One could be so
lucky to be nothing more than a leather-clad tongue and cock for your
teasing, use, and abuse.

Please accept this letter as a token of my gratitude for your time,
and also as a token of devotion of hope that may be lucky to be the
floor you walk on, the whipping boy you take your aggression out
of…….to be considered just one of the many slaves in your stable
of devotees is my dream.

Humbly yours,
Your aspiring leather boy toy, Chris

Dear Mistress Violette
i just wanted to thank You again for our intense and very gratifying session. i loved the cigarette torture, face-slapping, spitting, and aromas very much.

It is so good to finally experience excruciating torture at the hands of a true Sadist! We’ll have to set up a repeat performance as soon as possible!
i wanted to also thank You for including Miss Asha in our session That sadistic little pixie’s input was just the icing on the cake. i sense all throughout the session that She was just ITCHING to butt Her cigarette on my nipples- and that finally happened. She has a lot of potential- but then again, She IS training under the best.  You (and She)  definitely possess the heat of a true Sadist.

By the way, the numerous cigarette burns You inflicted are still smarting nicely. You certainly have the gift of pushing a slave to his limits- and even a little beyond!

Again, thank You sincerely- and i’ll see You again soon,

sl. eric

Today, I received two lovely new items from Richard at Girdlebound and cannot wait to wear these to show off My figure.  I will be sure to add photos of Myself in the new pieces and add them to My Gallery.  I will continue to be a very satisfied Girdlebound.com customer and want to say “THANK YOU RICHARD! You certainly made My day.” XO, MV