Most people would know me as a beautiful alternative and fetish model. However, I also am a true fetishist and see Myself as a Domme upon completion of My training. At the moment My modes of play (as I still learn and discover more) can range from deviant & playful to sadistic & severe. I greatly enjoy the psychological aspects of role-playing. I will respect your limits, while expanding them through communication and intuition. I highly reward and demand both respect and obedience. Learn more by visiting Her bio page.
A life-long dream come true for Owner, Domina Angelina; Dungeon Servitus is San Diego’s premiere dungeon dedicated to debauchery and domination; but she is not for those who are easily frightened. Or maybe she is… ?? You’ll have to decide that for yourself. You are forewarned, however, that Dungeon Servitus does not suffer fools; in fact, it’s usually quite the other way around.
In any case, Servitus is a Femme Domme Dungeon specializing in impact, medical and edge play. Servitus is an intimate “Boutique Dungeon;” a space to release old inhibitions and create new ambitions; to explore old cravings and unleash new passions. Within the walls of Dungeon Servitus, the fine lines of personal limits are closely, leisurely – but safely – explored. Behind her doors, Dungeon Servitus is host to myriad workshops and play parties with a variety of themes and provocative ideas.
It can be truthfully said that the primary function of Dungeon Servitus is education and community outreach. It’s true: you will always depart from the Dungeon knowing that you’ve learned one lesson or another. It seems that those who crawl through the doors of Dungeon Servitus will emerge forever changed in ways not always expected. But change is inevitable and those who fear change should approach with caution.
Cage of The Soul grew from activates at Dungeon Servitus (Who’s sub title is The Cage of The Soul). Owner Domina wanted to show the beautify of female D/s and fetish in a new light. She wanted to show that female D/s and fetish come in an array of exotic women of all shapes and sizes, colors and shades. Beauty truly can be found by those willing to explore the nontraditional.
Some of our very own Cage of the Soul models take sessions out of Dungeon Servitus. I will be posting entry’s on them or feel free to check out at http://www.dungeonservitus.com/
Finally it was time for My monthly “business trip” to New York. I kissed my husband goodbye and began planing the devious weekend I was about to get into. she had been My submissive for a couple years now. Nothing could compare to the chemistry W/we shared together. she was there to pick Me up from the airport. she looked beautiful 5′7, brown hair, and brown eyes. she was dressed to kill in her black boots and trench coat. All I could do was fantasies about what she had on under neath it on the ride back to her loft. W/we walk into her house and she begins to tell Me about her week. she gazes over at me realizing I have that look in My eyes. The one with so much intensity it could melt right though you. she grins slowly removing her trench coat. she had on the red latex skirt and halter top I had bought her on O/our last trip. I loved the way it hugged her curves.
she removes the latex outfit and folds it in to a pile. Neatness was always a good way to win points with me. I thumbed through the toys hanging on the wall but nothing seemed to catch My eyes. she presented herself to me in position one. I pull her up by her hair and pull her into the wall. She spreads her legs shoulders width apart and laces her fingers behind her head. she knows this game all to well she’s the mouse and I’m the cat. I walked up close behind her breathing in her scent. I knew she cold feel my warm breath on the nap of her neck. I rack my finger nails down her back and she arches in pain. I swat her ass hard with the palm if my hand and feel her ass warm beneath it. I neil down on my knees and relentlessly I began slapping her ass. she arches up on her tip toes taking deep breaths in. Taking in the pain for me. she understands that my pain is a gift.
I decide tonight to that she is worthy of an orgasm so I gently nudge her over to the bed. I lay on top of her softly kissing her neck and moving down to her breast. I begin licking her nipple while groping her other breast. I start to kiss down lower till I reach her mound. I can smell her sweat aroma. I lick my lips and I prepare to taster her. I lick around slowly circling my way to her clit. I start to flick her clit with the tip of my tongues. her legs begin to tremble and I know I have her worked up enough. I suck and lick her clit at the same time I notice her body tense up her fist are clenching the bed sheets. she lets out a moan and then her body relaxes and she lies catching her breath. I grin as I crawl up beside her and wrap her in my arms. W/we lay and shortly fall asleep.
Story inspired by the devious images of Kayla Jane Danger. To find out more information about her please click below to visit her personal site. http://kaylajanedanger.weebly.com/index.html
my Mistress had to leave early for work this morning but before She did i was left with specific instructions. i woke up around 10am and hoped in the shower the way i start every day off. i finished washing up and go back into the bedroom. i open up my Mistress toy chest and pull out my favorite glass dildo, butt plug, and lube. i also fetch a cup of ice as i was instructed by Her to do so. i sat on the ottoman which was in perfect range of the web cam. Being the brat that i am i knew i could wait 30min till Her lunch but i thought it would be more fun while She was in Her meeting. i turn the computer on and get everything set up. i send Her an IM informing Her that i am about to start and She connects to my cam. i start out teasing and slowly removing my my slip. i slowly pull the straps off of my shoulders covering my exposed breast. i turn around slightly bent over the ottoman pulling the slip down past my hips and over my curvy ass.
i crawl on top of the ottoman slowly turning around and sitting spread exposing my moist opening. i run my fingers over my hood piercing that marks even my orgasm’s as Hers. Slowly one of my fingers drift into my warm opening. i vigorously run my finger over my G-spot. i pull the glass dildo out of the cup of ice and hesitantly enter the smooth ice cold glass inside of me. i quiver from the cold but it turns me on. There’s something that i always love about cold fingers inside of me and as well as cold glass. i moisten the cold glass cock with my mouth and begin to
work it inside of me while i begin to grope my breast. They began to have red finger prints all over as the groping turns to more of a squeezing. Still working the glass piece in and out of myself i am about to cum. i tense up as i squirt all over the ottoman which i know I’m going to have to pay for later but the moment of ecstasy was well worth it. After i recover and caught my breath i flipped over on to all fours to insert the plug my Mistress had given me. i cover it in silicone lube and work up to the crown. i take a deep breath and push out as hard as i can and then push the plug completely in. i arch as wave of relief and endorphins pass over me. Everything belonged to Her; my ass, my cunt, my heart, and my soul.
Story inspired by the alluring images of Zoe Minx. To find out more information about her please click below to visit her personal site. http://zoeminx.com/
Recently Cage of the Soul had the pleasure of being interviewed by Fixe Magazine. To find out the devious details of how Cage of the Soul came about please click the link below.
http://www.fixemagazine.com/post.php?postid=392
I pull into the drive way after a long day at work. As soon I shut the car door I can hear barking coming from the house. she was My alpha rubberpup. she always knew how to keep My other pups in line but always remembered to heel to Me. I open the door and she sits patiently waiting and wagging her tail with excitement. she knew the routine W/we had every Friday night. she was dressed in head to toes rubber. I walked passed her slowly motioning with my hand I say “Come.” she follows me on all fours in to O/our play room. I always was a voyeur at heart. I order her into the cage to strip. she struggled slightly undoing the clasp of her corset because of her rubber mitts. I find pleasure in giving her task that are sometimes challenging with the rubber mitts on. she knew better then to tear the rubber. Still slightly shy and coy she covers herself as she begins to remove the skirt.
Now completely naked and vulnerable I slip my fingers through the O ring of her posture collar as I pull her over to the pony. Bending her over exposing her moist pussy I began to salivate knowing how sweet she taste but tonight she was going to be my bitch. I caress her ass and feel that it is slightly cold. “Cold?” I ask her. “Bark” she responds. It was always bark once for no and bark twice for yes. “I wonder what W/we could do to warn you up?”she whimpers already knowing what’s on My mind. Canes were not one of her strong points but she was learning to love them for Me. I just couldn’t help but love the red lines that rise up with each strike.”Now last time W/we had to stop at seven. This time you will make it to ten” I caress her tight ass with the bamboo cane teasing and contemplating my first mark. Thwack her legs tense up as a red line appears across her ass. W/we seem to reach seven with much more ease this time. she is slightly panting and I am memorized for a moment watching her body rise and fall with each breath. “Good girl” I say while caressing her warm ass.”Good girls always get treats” she barks and perks up a bit. I had given her a beautiful latter running from her ass to her thighs. Eight and nine she seems to take in great stride by relaxing her muscles and controlling her breathing more. I squatted down to her ear level. “Remember that last week when I was out of town and you pissed in my shoes?”she whimpers. “I think it’s time you take your punishment for that.” I caress the cane in the sweet spot right where the ass and thighs come together. “Inhale” I tell her sternly. she sucks in air and exhales with a sharp yelp. “Such a good girl” I whisper to her sweetly as I watch a huge welt rises on her skin.
“Take it” I say holding out the cane that now lies resting between her lips. I pull My rubber harness on over my jeans and insert My favorite black cock. Walking up behind her I grab her by her hips and scooting her cunt to the edge of the pony. My cock slides into her cunt slowly I start working up a rhythm. Frustrated with not being able to pull her hair I recklessly remove the hood and grab a fist full of her lushes brown hair. her back arches beautifully as I pound her relentlessly. she moans in pleasure. I can tell she is on the edge of cumming by the way she thrust her hips into every pump. I tight my grip on her hair and fuck her as hard as possible. she screams so loud I’m sure that our neighbors can hear her. I can feel her wet pussy drip down my thigh. I slowly pull My cock out and I walk around to the front of her holding out my hand for the cane “drop it” she places the cane in to my hands. she looks disheveled from the fucking I just gave her. I grin and laugh to myself as I walk away.
Story inspired by the tantalizing images of Mistress January. To find out more information about Her please click below to visit Her personal site.
http://www.mistressjanuary.com/
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