Home Sweet Home Dom Sheila in Pennsylvania (610) 377-4777      My sister domme Medora and I share the same dream—we want to create a residential home for our beloved submissives of all ages. When she lived in California, Medora was searching for a suitable property or land on which to create one. Then she moved to New Mexico to work for PEP. When I moved to Florida ten years ago I bought a large house in the nudist capital of the world. The county in which I live has ten nudist resorts. Knowing that nudists all over the world follow the sun, arrive in Florida in great numbers every winter, and live crossover alternative lives—S&M and nudism--I envisioned an S&M bed & breakfast. I have two guest rooms and a great dungeon, so the idea was to house submissives from Europe and this country, dominate them, and take them to my favorite nudist resort. My fantasy was to take them nude to the pool with a flaming red ass on a collar and leash.      Our dreams have not yet reached fruition; Medora's because she moved to another state, mine because I live in a small gated community and neighbors would force me out if I ran my S&M bed & breakfast. But we haven't given up the dream and we're both still looking for the perfect place.      We know what it would look like. A lot of land which would insure privacy and a track around which slaves would be trained as ponies, pulling carts in which dominant women ride. They would, of course, be naked, in total  harness, with a bit in their mouth and a dildo ending in a luxuriant tail in their ass.      A huge common room would serve as dungeon, reception and viewing area, complete with many stations for bondage and corporal training. Also various smaller rooms equipped as schoolrooms, medical rooms and slave cells. Dormitories would house  submissive men with one for submissive women. Of course they would be kept apart, except by order of the dommes.      The property would be developed with funds donated by the future residents, the amount of contribution and monthly tithe based on ability to pay. All week and especially on weekends dominant women of our  acquaintance would spend time training and dominating the submissives. Residents who are employed must return to the residence immediately after work and their income is considered a tribute to their home. Unemployed submissives will do all the cleaning, maintenance and cooking. Medora and I will be served day and night in any way we choose; e.g., massage of body or feet, oral worship, bathing and food service.      When we find the right property we will accept plans from architects, interior designers and builders.   Afternoon Delight: The slave in the closet      An hour before my lover was to arrive, I summoned my slave Pat, and spent some time on his training and discipline. For instance, I spanked him across my lap, then bent him over the arm of a chair and whipped his ass to a lovely shade of crimson.      He then drew a bath for me, and kneeling by the side of the tub, stroked me with the huge sea sponges I love. After he dried me and rubbed lotion on me from head to painted toes, I cuffed his hands behind his back and spread his legs wide with a stretcher bar. I then placed him in my bedroom closet across from the bed.      From that vantage point he was forced to listen to my lover and me sucking and fucking the afternoon away. At times the moans from the closet joined the moans from the bed.      When we were completely satisfied, my lover, at my instruction, released Pat from his bondage. At my order, Pat crawled across to the bed and licked the cum from my dripping pussy. After I was clean I ordered Pat to stand and masturbate to orgasm in front of my lover and me.     This scenario was reenacted often, as it was a definite win-win-win. My lover had a strong streak of exhibitionism and liked to demonstrate to spectators his awesome sexual prowess. My slave loved his exquisite humiliation, and I loved the hot sex as well as wielding my power over the two of them.     After bringing a cold bottle of white wine and a tray of cheese and crackers to the bedroom, I dismissed my slave who backed out of the room on all fours.            One Silent Night—A Mistress Remembers        Long ago, I landed at the Philadelphia airport late one night. The flight was bumpy, tardy and we were packed in like patients in old MRI tubes. I couldn't face the baggage claim just yet, so I stopped to unwind at a cocktail lounge along the airport concourse.      The place was cavernous, and looking around the room, I spied only one other patron, a gentleman in his late 30's, 6' tall, in suit and tie with raincoat near-by. Every time I caught his gaze, he lowered his brown eyes and squirmed in his seat. Instinct told me he was submissive. I had, however, experienced the same prophetic feelings before in lines at the bank and in store aisles. Over the years, in fact, I'd spotted many-a-man, targeted them as potential sex slaves, and then let them slip away, never to be seen again, never to kiss them, hold them, hurt them… But this night—in a strange setting, in my strange mood—I crossed the barroom to the customer's table, and standing above him, instructed him to leave money for his drink and to follow me. The moment he stood up, I knew he was mine!      Silently, I led him to the baggage claim, collected his valise and mine, then I guided him to my car in a deserted airport garage. I always carry a toy bag in my vehicle, so I had the means to tie him hand and foot, blindfold him and place him on the floor behind my driver's seat. Without talking, we drove 25 minutes to my Philadelphia home. I untied the man and propelled him to my dungeon.      At dawn, I called a taxi. After kissing my hand, he left in the cab without ever uttering a syllable, much less discussing anything about himself, or inquiring as to me.      Who was he?—This man with a hard and healthy cock craving pain, this man who kissed my feet and licked my cunt? I may never know… but if my silent, submissive "friend" is reading this now—won't you please call to reminisce, to share, to renew…? Dom Sheila in Pennsylvania (610) 377-4777