My once a month kinky event

As I started my new chapter this year, one of the experiences I wanted to create was a monthly kinky event.  I wasn't interested in organizing a party but more of an experience especially a bonding one for my FemDomme sisterhood  The idea would be a once a month (full day) themed group experience.  This would allow the FemDommes to enjoy more doubles (we all love them) and for vetted subs/clients to enjoy a discounted opportunity to experience a double and/or meet a new FemDomme they wanted to play with.  The experience would be very reminiscent of the good parts of being at a "house" - all the ladies hung out in the office, ate, talked, and got ready for our sessions.

Our first event was called "Pain Slut Saturday" and the focus was exploring pain - for some it was intense corporal but for others it was pushing their pain limits just a little.  We had experienced "pain sluts" to novice players who wanted to understand pain play a little better.  Remember, all activities exist on a spectrum and the experience does not need to be extreme for someone to engage in an activity.  It was such a fun day especially for all the FemDommes.

Our second event was called "Transformation Saturday" and the focus was various forms of transformations from bimbofication, sissification, gender play, clowning, and animal play (of course there are any ways you can transform someone).   The amount of laughter that was happening that day was just pure happiness and joy.

I haven't been able to organize one recently due to travel or clashing schedules but I do hope to schedule one for my birthday month June.  I think the theme will be - whatever Mistress Lucy wants to do.  Oh wait I do that anyways 😈










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Beg for me

I have a kink for 'begging'.  I loooove to make someone beg and truly become desperate.  Maybe it's the emotional sadist in me or maybe it's just the power... either way begging is so much fun in a scene.  Weirdly, I refuse to beg myself and I tend to be defiant if someone tries to make me beg - even a little.  As a kid, I never begged for anything - a toy I wanted or for sweets - I would ask for something and if my mother didn't say yes, I would let it go.  I would see other kids beg and I would see their parents use it against them - I guess I knew I never wanted anything used against me haha.  I could see the power dynamic when someone really wants something and the other person has it - I always like being the person who has it.

Reflections from sub l with consent:

"Walking up to the door prior to a session with Mistress Lucy, I was fully aware that I was about to be taken on a journey to an unknown destination with the only guarantee being that it would be excessive! Despite being of (mostly) sound mind and a willing participant in this adventure, I should have arrived ready. I was ready in a physical sense, clean as a whistle and wearing lacy black panties that I hoped were slutty enough to meet her approval, but I was not ready mentally. Perceptive as ever and sensing that I was distracted and not entirely present, she immediately set about getting my attention. Kneeling in my panties before her, she immediately initiated an extended period of severe nipple torture. No warm-up, no respite, continuous, relentless. No distractions, nothing to grind against, only the vision of her untouchable immaculate body inches away. Only her soft voice murmuring a barely perceptible mantra describing the abuse and humiliation that I was about to endure and how much I was going to appreciate and beg for it. Once I reached a point where I became desperate and slightly panicked that this might constitute the entire 2 hour session, she seemed satisfied and instructed me to lie on the bench. Immediately my hands were bound at my sides,  my hips were pinned to the bench by a strap and my legs were spread open wide and hauled up into the air. In this vulnerable state, the blindfold went on.

The intensity was low at first, the whispering continued, she was very gentle and the sensations were mostly pleasurable…until they weren’t. The continuous stimulation and the slow introduction of torture while blindfolded  and the constant murmuring convincing me how much I was enjoying this and caused me to lose my kinesthetic sense. It’s difficult to describe, I couldn’t tell where the sensations were coming from, pain became indistinguishable from pleasure. My mind became separated from my body, I wondered if I was hypnotized? The torment continued, she was relentless. I became overwhelmed and asked for a break. She seemed satisfied and granted me a short rest.

The blindfold was mercifully removed and I marveled at the vision of sexiness and power that loomed over me. She went back to work right where she left off with no reduction in intensity. She gave me pleasure, but never quite enough. She gave me pain, slightly more than I could bear. I begged for more, I begged for her to stop. She was relentless, again I became overwhelmed. I finally begged for it to end. She   concurred and gently helped ease me back to the real world. I left with a quiet mind and sense of calm."

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TRAVEL: Boston May 27/28 + San Fran May 30/31 & June 1

I don't tour often...well ever.  There are only two cities I visit to play: Boston and San Francisco.  Why you might ask?

First, I hate traveling with my tools.  I get worried that they will lose my luggage and all my favorite tools will be gone forever.  Second, for the last 6 years I had a beautiful play space I built with Dia Dynasty and now I have my new gorgeous play space that I prefer to play in.  I've spoiled myself that playing out of a hotel becomes very difficult.

The reason I play in these two cities is that I have access to fully equipped beautiful play spaces.  I know each space very well and I don't have to travel with much.  In SF, I am lucky to permanently be able to keep a set of my favorite items so playing there feels like home.  It's my second home as it use to be my first home. are my dates.  Please read my website and fill out my form to apply.



I can't wait to see my Boston and SF subs and hopefully meet a few new people as well.

Photos from my last trip.










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Love notes from my shinegurl

When I see my shinegurl, all I can do is smile.  There is a purity in our relationship - the essence of what S&M is at its core.  There is no "power exchange" as Ive always held the power and he always knew his place.  There was never any negotiating - only acceptance that I was the Sadist and he was the masochist.  I never tried to "own" him as I knew he was not built for that.  He gave me his flesh...completely... fully...and that was all I needed. Two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly.

My relationship with my shiengurl is immensely complex but at the same time the most simple and clear.  It feels like we are both animals doing exactly as nature intended us to do - no reasons why but just who we are.

Words from shinegurl:

Each time is different. Daddy Lucy Sweetkill is a Mystery. Does She plan? Does a plan come to Her randomly or while Ubering to a session? Or does She have plans stacked up on top of each other to the vaulted ceiling, and Her body just picks one without thinking?

Daddy Lucy leaves designs over my entire body with the Fury of Her Whips. But the Way She does it varies infinitely. Her Desire often plays with my fear, then pushes that into my acceptance, then my love & joy, and final exhaustion.

But this last session She turned me into a catatonic moaner with the rhythmic layering of delicate snaps, forehand and backhand, metronomic, until i was a desirous imbecile.

i could not scream from Her attack. Everything came out in moans and a type of paralysis, twisting me into hanging pretzel shapes. They came in two's, Her casual forehand-backhand snaps, so effortless, so graceful, that I could watch in the mirror.

She moved in front of me, the desirous imbecile, on my knees hanging. Her body of androidal rubber took the heat from my face, the breath from my body. Slowly She calmed me.

"But we're NOT done yet!" A chuckle, and the pleasure-suffering renewed. She moved behind me. Long double-strokes dug into my back full force, backhand-forehand long X's, up over my shoulders, whip-whip. i couldn't see Her. i don't know how She did the long double-strokes so quickly and with such force. The pain was delicious. i tried to scream, but only long moans would escape. i could not scream from the pain.

As always, Daddy Lucy Sweetkill took me beyond exhaustion. But it is the first time i remember NOT screaming with Daddy. And THAT is painful. Painful desire. Erotic sadism. Another type of Daddy love!

Thank You, Daddy!

Your shinegurl

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Nectar so sweet and buttery

I am so grateful to have such a wonderful client base in my hometown of San Francisco.  Pre-pandemic I was there at least every 2-3 months and sometimes once a month to see friends, family, and playthings.  I love the food scene and the kink scene which made going back often a no brainer.  I was happy to be back after such a long time away.

Unfortunately, during a very short visit at the end of 2021 for Christmas, sub d got covid just before our time together.  I was selective in who I saw and was asking them to get tested as Omicron was in full swing.  Luckily, I made it back to SF in early March (fully recovered from my own covid sickness in mid January) and we got a chance to see each other.  He hadn't played since before the pandemic and admitted he had been dreaming about delicious golden nectar often.  I told him he would have to work for it as well as get broken back in (lol)...luckily I had my trusty electro box that did just the trick.

I didn't ask him exactly what it tasted like but I have been told it taste like buttered popcorn or bacon!  HAHA.

Reflections from sub d with consent:

I saw Mistress Lucy during her last visit to SF. I had not seen her since before the pandemic, and I couldn't wait any longer. I was day dreaming about seeing her again for months. Finally the day arrived, She opens the door, she looks fabulous, piercing eyes, red lips, a smile that tells you she is in control.You know from that point on that you will just do whatever she wants. For the next 3 hours it was a world tour of sensations, always carefully combining pain and pleasure, playing one vs the other. She looks into your eyes as she tortures you, and you love it. She doesn't need to scream. She whispers, with perfect elegance and power. What else can you wish for ? Seeing her again as soon as possible. I was honored at the end when she allowed me to drink her nectar. I wish I could do it all the time. NY people, you are the luckiest to be local. Go serve your Mistress as often as you can ! You won't regret it and you will ask for more.


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