So You Want To Get Into Her Pants?

So you’d like to get into some woman’s pants, eh?  I’ve got two words for you; Shut Up!  Yes, that’s right; all you need to do in order to get into a woman’s pants is simply keep those lips of yours together.

If you do this simple exercise you will manage to impress her because it’s rare that a woman experiences a man who focuses on her.  Usually men will try to impress the woman at hand with how wonderful he is, how cool.  Trust me, gentlemen, she knows men who are cooler, more successful, better looking, etc.  The only person who should matter while you’re trying to get into her pants is her.  Look at NO other woman while you are with her.  This bears repeating; Look at NO other woman while you are with her.  She will so the most amazing women passing you and be stunned that you didn’t even flinch.  This is the most important thing you can NOT do. 

Do you see a trend in how to get into a woman’s pants?  The best way is the passive way, the way of doing nothing.

Therefore, the only time you will open your mouth is when you ask her questions about her in order to keep her talking or to brush off her questions about you.  This might make her very uncomfortable because she’s not accustomed to talking about herself.  That’s alright, you’ve knocked her off balance and that will have her thinking about you long after you’re gone.

When she speaks you will listen, you will mentally file away what she’s said to you.  You will not use this time to consider how best to use this information.  Instead you will simply listen using your brain as a recording device.  Later you can strategize as how to best use this knowledge to get into the aforementioned pants.

That’s it.  That’s all you need to know in order to get into a woman’s pants.  Ask her questions about herself and listen to the answers.  The rest will fall into place.

 

Cheers!

Lady Mia

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I Am Such A Slut

Several years ago I had been chatting on line with a man that I had met through a dating website for several days.  Our chat had gotten me so worked up and I was so turned on that I agreed to allow him to come to my house one afternoon. 

The plan was for him to walk through the door, I would be wearing nothing but a silky pajama top, and we would hit it right then and there.

He walked through the door, we immediately grabbed each other, my top came off and I was naked while he was still fully clothed.  I dropped to the floor and unzipped his pants pulled out his cock and began sucking, not-so gently.  He pushed me back to the floor, right at my front door, and began to finger my pussy.  Next, he got on top of me and began to eat me out before stuffing his cock into my mouth in a 69 position and we went to town on each other.  Finally, he came into my mouth and collapsed on top of me.  After our brief rest he got up and kneeled on the floor, pants and under-ware around his ankles.  I stood and put back on my pajama top and when he finally stood, still tired and shaken from his orgasm, I stuck out my hand and said, “By the way, my name is Mia.”  He was mortified, blushed, and reached out for mine and said, “John.”  I had realized before he had gotten there that I had no clue what his name was and decided to wait for the appropriate moment to enlighten him as to our social faux pas…  I’d say my timing was impeccable.

Lady Mia

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So You Want To Learn To Deep-Throat?

Ladies and Gentlemen, being able to give a blow-job with the deep throat accessory is not a difficult task. No, really, it’s not. I should probably withhold this information so that I can continue to look like a Superstar to the rare individual who gets to partake in the ridges within my esophagus. However, in reality, I can’t get to everyone who wishes to experience the privilege so I will graciously share the information with my readers.

I realize that the idea of stuffing anything inside your throat is counter-intuitive. Unfortunately, the instinct to bury a cock as deep as it can go, is not.

One day, while innocently enjoying my favorite fruit popsicle, I noted that there was juice running down multiple sides of my treat. Rather than just running my tongue top to bottom while turning it around, over and over, I just popped the whole thing in my mouth and, essentially, squeegeed the fluids right off of the sides. I suddenly realized that I had just deep-throated my popsicle. Of course I had already eaten it down a bit so it wasn’t a full length popsicle. I now needed to know if I could, in fact, deep-throat the entire thing so upon finishing the first popsicle I obtained a second. Guess what? I could, in fact, deep throat the whole thing. Hazzah!

In the past I had always protected the back of my throat from foreign invaders even though I am very orally fixated. I wasn’t a natural born masochist who enjoyed having the back of my throat used as a punching bag, much less the air supply denied by said boxer. I don’t want you to think that you won’t be able to do this simply because of your natural desire to preserve your own life, I was no different.

After realizing that I could, indeed, take an object into my mouth and allow it to move to the back of my throat, defying my gag reflex, I began to see what else I could do with the popsicles. I opened my mouth wide and realized that I could comfortably “swab” the sides of my throat (a bonus sensation when you have a sore throat). I could insert the thing back into the throat itself and, again, not activate my gag reflex.

Later, I practiced repeatedly stroking the popsicle into my throat as well as regulating my breathing. I also worked on the ability to stick my tongue out and lap at the balls of the intended recipient. That is a little more difficult simply because if they are long enough to be deep-throat, and you get as much as you can take down your throat, you may not be able to reach his balls. On the other hand not everyone is that long so it is an excellent way to practice feeling something in your throat and stretching out your tongue.

This technique means that there is no stress of worrying about having your work judged by the owner of the penis in your mouth. No concerns of messing the whole thing up and abandoning your efforts. You just get yourself a popsicle, or any other item that you can control and keep from going down your throat or cause you damage in any other way, and go to town. The next time there’s a cock in your mouth you can put your new skills to practice with confidence!

Cheers!

Lady Mia

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MASTER’S DUNGEON: Paul & Rachael

Paul and Rachael sat in the Vestibule between the Dressing Room and the Dungeon.  Above both doors were large, digital clocks with the time illuminated in green, 24 Hour time.  When the clock turned over to 1512 Paul stood up, placed his hand on the doorknob leading into the Dungeon, looked back at his wife and gave her a wink before pushing his way into the Master’s Dungeon.

A comfortable set had been created just for him alongside the opposing wall of mirrors and he took his place in the rich, dark fabric of the wingback chair.  He reached for the bottle of wine that he’d brought earlier for just this purpose and uncorked it before pouring himself a glass.  He loosened his tie then settled back into the chair to wait for the show. 

As the green numbers changed to 1517 the two lights immediately above him dimmed until only his silhouette was visible.  The door from the Vestibule opened and his beautiful wife stepped through into the harsh light of Master’s Dungeon.  She let the door fall closed behind her and stood in place, hands clasped in front of her, looking directly at the floor in front of her bare feet.  Waiting.

The couple remained in their assigned positions while the room began to feel colder and the lights seemed to get incrementally dimmer.  Looking only at the floor, and what she could take in from the periphery, Rachael’s other senses felt heightened.  The smell of the rubber floor assaulted her nose and reminded her of a tire store, the ventilation system almost sounded as if she were in a hotel room, blocks from the ocean.  Was it her imagination or were her feet feeling colder?  How much longer was she expected to wait?

There!  She was certain that time.  The lights were getting more dim yet somewhere off to her left a light was getting brighter. 

Had she been able to see the clock above her head, or on any of the other three walls, she would have realized that the lights were dimmed at the change of each minute.  Had she been able to view the entire room she would have noted that Master was sitting in a corner off to her left and while the other lights dimmed the corner on her left brightened at equal increments. 

Master rose from his chair and quietly strode to Rachael and took her hand causing her to start.  She had been waiting for the sound of the door opening and not to suddenly have him present and taking her by the hand.  Her sharp gasp, the hand that he had taken, gently, into his own snapped back to cover her heart, and the eyes raised to meet his before darting back to the floor were responses that couldn’t have pleased him more if he had written the script, himself.  He grinned to himself, beneath his mask, and took her hand again, gently and with patience, and led her toward her husband.

Standing before Paul she was able to see the outline of his pants legs coupled with a chair and round table with a bottle and wine glass resting upon it, yet she couldn’t’t have sworn that it was him.  Standing about five feet from him The Master ordered her to remove her blouse.  She stood staring at what she presumed was Paul, looking at where she thought his eyes must be, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse.  Grasping the collar she peeled the shirt back exposing her massive orbs squeezed into the “G” cups of her bra.  “Now the bra,” ordered Master, and she reached behind her back and unclasped the four rows of hooks.  She slid her thumbs under the shoulder straps and pulled the bra forward and off, her heavy breasts sagging below where the bra had held them, her nipples instantly rose to attention from arousal and cold.

Paul, unconsciously, licked his lips and rubbed his stiffening cock while he watched his wife succumb to the orders given by Master.  He watched as Master slowly walked around Rachael and looked her up and down, reaching out and slapping at her breast while she diligently watched the ground. He reached up and tweaked her other nipple, slapped it then gave it a squeeze, rolled it between his fingers while he watched her face.  Paul could see her face flush, her eyes flutter and wondered if those were tears welling up in her eyes or did they shine from pleasure.  Maybe both.

Master reached for the table that was beyond Paul’s view and pulled out a fleece lined leather mask.  Standing behind her he lowered the mask over her eyes and secured it behind her head.  He then led her toward Paul’s chair and ordered him to “suck on those nipples.”  Paul leaned forward thrilled to have the opportunity to have anything to do with those amazing tits.

He lifted first one, then the other, into the palms of his hands, nuzzled them both, then licked his own lips before placing them on her left nipple, hearing her audible gasp.  He slid his fingers between his lips and tongue and began rolling the nipple, firmly, between his fingers.  She moaned and slid her fingers into her husband’s hair, lowered her face into it and inhaled deeply, taking in his scent before Master placed one finger on her forearm and she quickly dropped her hands back to her sides and stood up straight again.  Paul’s hand took over the left breast and continued to palm it while his fingers taunted it’s nipple.  He repeated the earlier process with her left nipple before opening wide and sucking as much of her breast as he could managed.  With the pop of his mouth losing grip Master placed his hand on Rachael’s waist, turned her, and led her back to where she had originally stood, several feet away from Paul.

Paul leaned back into his chair, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before settling back in to his comfortable seat.  

Master removed Rachael’s mask and placed it back on the table.  Standing directly behind her he slowly slid the zipper of her skirt down while appearing to stare directly into Paul’s eyes.  Paul could only settle back into the chair, tugged on his pants to give his cock a little more room, and watch as Master disrobed his wife. 

Her skirt slid immediately to the floor and pooled around her ankles as she stood in black pantyhose and her underwear underneath.  She felt extremely self-conscious standing in nothing but the hose, her soft stomach over the waistband, the bottoms of her breasts not much higher than the band, her heavy arms hanging at her sides…  she was mortified and, yet, still aroused.  Here were two men who enjoyed taking pleasure from her body and, subsequently, giving her pleasure in return. 

Snapped from her own thoughts by the sound of Master’s voice, ordering her to “take off your hose,” to which she slipped her thumbs into the band and bent over at the waist, pushing them down toward her ankles.  Ordinarily she would have tried to do anything she could so that no one was staring at her ass while she bent over or saw her tits hanging down in front of her, but she knew what Master expected of her.  Standing up straight she kicked both her skirt and pantyhose to the side, where her blouse already lain.  Approaching her from behind Master smacked her first, on one ass cheek, then the other.  Reaching around he grabbed her tits with both hands and pulled her to him so that she could feel his erection against her ass.  Any doubt in her mind that her body was less than desirable was chased from her thoughts with that sensation against her backside. 

Master slid his hands back from Rachael’s tits, under her arms, then ordered her to “turn around.”  She turned, facing him, her back to Paul, her eyes still looking at the floor when Master ordered her to slide off her panties.  As she did she bent her knee, slightly, so that Paul could get a peek of her pussy, her cheeks, slightly spread open.  Again after sliding down her panties she kicked them to the side joining her other clothes.  “Get on your knees,” Master ordered her and she went to her knees in front of him, still looking at the floor.  Master unzipped his black jeans and pulled out his cock, ordering her to “suck my cock.”  She immediately took his cock, which had begun losing its stiffness, into her mouth and hungrily began consuming it while his hands rested on her head and, again, his eyes focused in the direction of Paul’s.

While Rachael enjoyed Master’s cock, Master enjoyed using this man’s wife right in front of him, and Paul was hard from the excitement of watching another man use his wife for sex, from seeing her body naked, from knowing she was turned on.  Does life get any better than this?

Lady Mia

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So You’d Like To Cum From Anal Sex

I’ve got amazing news for you all; it is easier to help someone have an anal orgasm (at least in my experience) than it is to help a woman have a G-spot or clit orgasm.

So here goes, short and sweet: 

Not everyone is accustomed to anal sex so preparing your partner may take longer with some than others.  I am not able to tell you the physical mechanics of how this works, I just know that it does.  The nice thing is that anyone can have this orgasm, you don’t need a prostrate to make it happen.  If you have a circumcised penis you’ve got all of the tools you need.  If you don’t there are a lot of toys on the market that can do the job just as easily.

Once your partner is prepared you simply press the head of your penis inside of their lubed ass, very slowly.  Just the head now, no more.  Now, just as slowly pull the head back out.  If you have a butt plug that has a rounded end or some other well defined shape or anal beads that you’ve inserted, you can do the same thing.  You will continue to very slowly push the head of your cock inside of their ass and pull back out repeatedly until they begin to respond.  How our partner is going to respond I’ll have to leave up to you to read.  The sounds, the way their body responds, all of that you’re going to have to judge for yourself.

You may want to speed up as their body begins to respond which can help to push them over the edge into a full orgasm.  Be prepared to keep a hold of their hips in the event that they cum hard because they can push you right back out which can kill that orgasm for them.  Once you begin to get a feel for what you’re doing and how your partner responds you may torment them by dragging out their pleasure with keeping the exact same pace and not speeding up.  This wil drag out their pleasure, that intense need to fulfill that oragsm and wanting it NOW! but you control them and it will happen in due time. 

The anal orgasm really is as simple as that, make sure to prep your partner, just use the head, push in/pull out, and some time.  I realize that if you have a penis of your own you’re probably going to want more than just the head to go in and out of that ass but fear not, this is just a sure fire way to give that orgasm.  Once you’ve given that orgasm, much like the G-Spot orgasm, the ass will be more sensitive to your cock and you may be able to make them cum again (if not again, and again) by fucking their ass with your entire cock and without pulling completely out each time.  Or you can stop from time to time and go back to the beginning by just pushing and pulling the head of your cock in and out until they cum again then get right back to fucking them. 

Good Luck and Happy Orgasms!

Lady Mia

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Photo Shoot Day!

Today I’ll be having photos taken of my feet in shoes and stockings…  I hope that my customers will feel free to call and tell me if they have any specific things that they’d like to see on my site next! 

Cheers!

Lady Mia

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Be Careful What You Wish For…

I do quite a bit of on-line dating.  It’s so much easier to use a site like www.adultfriendfinder.com or Craig’s list’s Casual Encounters section to find someone who’s bent in a similar direction as myself than to try to find the same thing in real life.  I really would much rather meet, fuck, find out we’re not compatible, then move on rather than meet someone, date, become emotionally involved, find out we’re not sexually compatible and be stuck.  I know, I know, there’s more to life than sex.  If that were true husbands wouldn’t be contacting me to have sex with them because they’re wife is boring in bed.  If that were true sex for pay wouldn’t be the oldest profession. 

As someone who’s interested in a wide range of sexual play and open to a broad range of other things that a man might be interested in, I get a lot of contacts from men of all ages.  People watch too much Oprah; the Cougar, or MILF (Mothers I’d Like to Fuck) has become a much sought after sexual partner.  As if a difference in ages between lovers is a new thing.

I remember one 25 year old man who was completely enthralled by the notion of the older woman.  His fantasies included having a teacher seduce him, or the Mother of a friend, for instance.  So we met and I invited him to stop by my place under the guise of being a teacher who had some papers he needed to pick up.  I opened the door wearing a silky pajama shirt and nothing else.  I let him in, greeted him, he shut and locked the door following me to the sofa.  I bent over to pick the items up off of the chair, my bare rump in the air, when he slid his hands over my hips.  He pressed his hips against me, shuddered, and came…  he was mortified.  I was amused that he would find me so sexy and desirable that he would cum before his cock left his pants.  There are worse things in life than being found desirable, isn’t there?

He plopped himself down in the chair that had supposedly held the papers he’d come for and covered his face.  He sat with me for another 30 minutes, him reasuring me that he’d had plenty of experience and that he just didn’t know what the problem could have been.  I spent time reassuring him that it was quite alright and not to worry about it, perhaps the next tme we were together would be better for him.

Sooooo the next time we got together…  welll…  you’ll have to come back another time for that story.

Lady Mia

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Techniques For Stimulating The G-Spot

I keep hearing that women prefer clit stimulation over having the g-spot manipulated into orgasm.  I’ve heard even more people tell me that they have no clue where the g-spot is much less how to stimulate the illusive thing.  I’m here to tell you where to find it and how to provide it with mind-blowing stimulation.

Consider the woman lying on her back with her legs spread and you’re sitting between her open thighs.  Using your first two fingers, your fingerprints side facing the ceiling, slide your fingers inside of her vagina.  Do not just poke your fingers into her.  You want to gently press them upwards, towards the top of her vagina in this position (ie. towards the belly-button side of her body) as your sliding inside of her. 

You should find a bean sized spot in this area about 2 1/2 – 3″ inside of her and it will feel rougher than the rest of the surfaces.  This is the g-spot and if you spend time stimulating it with your fingers it will become swollen and sensitive so that when the penis is slid inside it will stimulate it much more easily.  Pretty simple, don’t you think?  Well that’s it, that’s all it takes…  Are you buying any of that?  I didn’t think so.

Well it is pretty much all there it is but you’re going to want a few more details.    You don’t want to just find that g-spot and pound the heck out of it.  You will want to slide your fingers, slowly, in and out gently sliding across the g-spot, varying the pressure and the rate of speed for a while.  Watch your partner, feel her body, how it feels around your fingers, if she begins to squeeze her thighs inwards, lift her hips upward, arching her neck, her back.  Listen for her moans, the little crys or whimpers.  Perhaps she’ll reach down and grab your wrist in an effort to pull you away from her as the pleasure builds.  On the other hand (no pun intended) she may press her hand onto the back of yours, raise her hips to meet your hand and begin to buck against it.  If you have the confidence to do so, make her slow down and allow you to drag out her pleasure until you’re ready for her to have the experience.  Otherwise, you can simply let her continue to fuck your hand, there’s always the next orgasm that you can control.

When she comes from the g-spot orgasm she may squirt fluids from some mystery location deeper inside of her vagina.  This is perfectly normal and something many men and women strive to create within their partners or themselves.  For a short time this will create a lubricant but it’s not as viscous as a synthetic lubricant.  No problem, you can either add a commercial product (no oils of any kind, the only way to remove them is with boiling water…  need I explain why this is a bad thing?  Besides, oils will break down condoms so this is another reason to avoid them) or stimulate another part of her body which can create that slick wetness you’re used to finding in an excited woman.

Whether you posess a penis or clitoris you can probably relate to having your respective organ over-stimulated.  It can begin to actual hurt rather than experience pleasure and the g-spot is no different.  Once you’ve made her cum you will want to back off for a minute or two.  It will stay swollen and will be much more quickly and easily stimulated on your next venture inside.

I hope that these instructions help both the givers and receivers of the g-spot stimulation.  These orgasms can be 100 times more earth shattering than the bulk of clitoris orgasms.

One of these I’ll have to give you some instructions for a mind blowing anal orgasm…

Lady Mia

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This Morning’s Caller Wanted To Suck My Toes

This morning I spoke with a young man who has never been comfortable telling anyone about his desire to enjoy a set of women’s feet much less taking the chance to do it for real.  He and I spent several minutes talking to each other about his life and interests; I wanted him to be as relaxed as possible so that he could enjoy his time with me. 

Unfortunately, for us both, he didn’t last very long.  I suppose if we had a chance to play in person I’d have to spend a lot of time with him at my feet and cumming rather quickly in an effort to actually enjoy his time there before moving past my ankles. 

I started out by telling him that I was wearing a very ordinary pair of tan nylons, the kind with the reinforced toe (probably hard for him to find many of us women wearing them with open toes, these days.  Can you imagine how he’d respond to a pair of Cuban Heel Stockings?!) along with a pair of red, patent leather, strappy heel sandals.  I had just had a pedicure yesterday evening and had matching red nail polish on my toenails. 

I asked him if he would like to sit on the floor at my feet for a while, just looking at them, taking his time.  Of course he would.  “What would you do if you knew that you were not only safe to do so but that you were being encouraged to do so” I asked him?  That the woman was looking forward to it, encourage him to do so.  He muttered a barely audible, “I dunno?”  So I took matters into my own hands, so to speak. 

I told him that if he were sitting at my feet, sitting there and looking at them for as long as he wanted, I’d want him to wrap his hand around one of my ankles as soon as he was ready, to run the other hand along the side of my foot starting at the heel and running toward the toes…  that’s when I heard a little “uhhuhuhuhu” and he was finished.  The poor thing will take years before he dares taking a pair of real feet into his hands.  Maybe he’ll call again and we’ll be able to work our way a little further the next time.  I’d like to help him if I can.  I don’t think anyone should be so afraid of their own sexuality, especially when it’s so benign.

Cheers!

Lady Mia

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Temptress In The Hood

Today was a wonderful day to be outside, working in the yard, and visiting with the rest of the neighborhood who were also taking advantage of the break in the rain.  One of my favorite neighbors, a man in his 60′s, and I both took a break from our labors and were chatting over the fence about nothing in particular when his son came outside.  His son is in his 30′s, the oldest of three, and the older of two “Boom-a-rang” children.

There had never been any animosity between myself and this individual, in fact there had always been good will with the entire household with the exception of the Lady of the House.  Now ordinarily I would think it were simply feminine jealousy but it’s well known though-out the neighborhood that she is quite crazy.  There may not be any actual diagnosis or institutionalization of this person but it’s quite clear, she’s crazy.

Given the relationship I’d always had with the family I was shocked to see the son attack me on the fence-line like a dog after a cat on the other side.  I’ve lived on this property for about 6 years and never experienced such hostility, even from his psycho mother.  Sonny-boy informed his father that he didn’t know me or what I could do to him.  When his father looked at him with a blank face the son blurted out, “she could try to get you into bed!”  What the…?!  My poor neighbor audibly gasped with shock at his son’s vulgar statement.

I opted to let the Father handle his child, I hadn’t realized that this actually had anything to do with me quite yet.  Apparently this little tirade had been brewing for these 6 years and his psycho Mommy had planted the seed that I was some sort of temptress sent to lure the men of this household down the path of evil (or pleasure, whichever you might choose to call it). 

I wonder if he was jealous that I spoke to his Father all of the time and not him.  Perhaps the fact that I spoke with his other two brothers from time to time and not him.  Or maybe they’re aware of the males who come and go around here…  I sure hope that they aren’t cognizant of the things that go on inside this house.  Just what will they think if they see a strange vehicle outside next week with the blinds closed and lights flashing when we’re taking pics for my websites next week!

What an exciting day it’s been and the sun hasn’t even begun to fall into the sea.

Lady Mia

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