Mistress Treasure’s Blog

Had to train in the evening - UGH - but you got to get it in when you can. No excuses. So after a good work out, and feeling pumped and sexy, I decided to do what I do best, be me and try on a few outfits for my next eager beaver. The only thing was I had a little wardrobe malfunction. But unlike Janet Jackson’s Super Bowl malfunction I won’t be getting any complaints. Don’t blink or you’ll miss it…

It’s been long overdue but the new year is here and I’m looking to compete and get this sexy hard body back into shape after the long winter hibernation. Trust me, you’ll want to check me out, almost right off the stage of a show.

One flex of my hard biceps and your pathetic body will twinge with excitement. If that’s not your fancy - not to worry - I’ll wear my new snug strap-on to do the trick. And if that’s not your fancy, well then, I can be sexy haven’t you noticed?

The problem is that you can’t handle this sexy kitten with a muscled body and attitude to match. Come see me I’ll be waiting…

If at first you don’t succeed then try, try again - or so they say - right? Well during one of my recent tours, my Washington DC sissy slave decided she wanted to test her limits and try some trampling.

Now she can cook, clean, and give a great foot rub, but I do think my DC sissy bit off a bit more than she could chew. I guess she thought that I would tread lightly, when in fact anyone that has seen me knows, I PUSH ‘TILL I CAN’T PUSH NO MORE!

The end result was indeed a cracked rib. Oh well, she asked for it, and she still had to tend to her wifely duties…

Do ever look at a photo and your minds starts racing? Maybe it brings to mind a fond memory, or maybe you start to fantasize about what it would be like to be in that very same predicament… Are you looking at this now and wishing you were bent over, on your knees, and ME having my way with you? Do you dream of becoming my little anal slut, or better yet wishing that your sole purpose is to amuse me? Well sweetie, you can keep wishing or can do something about it… you know how to find me… I’m just one click away…

Doing photo shoots are a lot of work no matter if it’s fetish or fitness. The photographer has to get his lighting just right and the model has to be in a sexy frame of mind. When all those things are on point what you can capture can be priceless.

Then you have moments like this… when you’re tired, dieting, and irritable… and did I mention horny? I really didn’t feel like a sexy ebony Goddess, much less taking a damn photo, but you do it anyways. A spontaneous photo shoot sometimes can be a bust and other times, such as this, you NAIL IT. In Florida I did a photo and video shoot with Muscle PinUps (as you have read from my previous post). I also shot some video with a slave on my own. So when this photographer begged to shoot - and I do mean BEGGED - I was not in the mood but I said “OK let’s see what you got”!

Here’s what I got… KISS MY ASS!!! It ROCKS.

I am writing this to tell you how I have become a sissy slave for Mistress Treasure. She has begun to turn me into a full blown sissy, and i need to write how this has made me feel.

I have been following and doing odd jobs and homework for Mistress Treasure for about 2 to 3 years now. I have always felt like i was a sissy, but never really did anything about it or never explored it deeper until i saw Mistress Treasure’s website. She was amazing to me, and i felt that she was the right person for me to serve. I have kept in touch with Mistress Treasure over the last few years, but never met her face to face. She had come to my state once before, and i was so nervous to meet with her. I never met with her the first time, but the opportunity came for me to meet her again when she visited recently. I would not mess this up this time!!

She had set a time with me and i needed to be on time with no fuck ups. I was so nervous leading up to this moment, that i could not even think, work or sleep. I went over in my head many times what it would be like to meet Mistress Treasure. The day came, and i could not wait to go to her hotel and finally meet her. My heart was racing as i drove to the hotel and went up the elevator. I came to the door and gave it a slight knock. The door opened and there she was!!!!! OMG… I was finally standing in front of this amazing ebony Goddess. She did not know, but i was SHAKING so hard. She brought me in the room where she was relaxing and watching TV, and made me sit on a small sofa foot rest. I sat there in silence as she spoke and watched her show. I really did not know what to say, so i tried not to say much. I found it VERY hard to look her in the eyes, and tried to glance at her amazing toned body as much as i could. She then finished her show, and turned her attention to me. This made me SO NERVOUS. She started to ask me a few questions, which i had to answer.

Read part 2 of Sissy Slut Training of a Slave.

- Sissy Slave for Mistress Treasure

Who would have thought that a school girl outfit could provoke so many tantalizing fetishes and fantasies? You know, the plaid skirt and knee high white socks, with pig tails or a pony tail. Who knew that so many grown men buckle at knees at their own perverted little ideas when it comes to the school girl?

I decided to the revisited the school girl outfit theme, but as you can see I’m not the ordinary school girl. I am the school girl that will taunt your little white ass, take your lunch money, push you down and rub your face in the dirt. If you even dare to cry for help, well, I’ll do what any school yard bully would do, and that is to kick and beat the crap out you!

So, you see there boys, let’s take a little journey down memory lane and revisit your favorite school girl-bully fantasy. But don’t stress if you can’t recall and want to test fate. Just look me up if and when I come to your city or country. I have no problems kicking or beating the crap out of you… and I will take your money and rub your face in my ass… BITCH!!!!!

I have been on my feet all day. Just training little pets, little subs, little bitches … you know the drill. So I decided that I’m gonna have my favorite little pet give me a little foot massage and then worship my feet… Open wide…

I now know how celebrities feel when they are being snubbed at the Academy Awards, Golden Globe Awards or any one of those annoying events. I’ve been coming to Boston for quite some time now, and was fortunate enough to work with Scissor Vixens but since then I have not been able to find reliable victim to shoot with while in Boston. I am left twiddling my thumbs, and painting my pretty feet pink to ponder the reasons why I’m putting Boston on BLAST. Often I post in my femdom Yahoo group and various other forums seeking willing slaves or fetish enthusiasts to partake in video or photos shoots… and who wouldn’t want to right?! I received numerous replies, asking ‘pick me’, yet on each occasion here in Boston everyone falls short. So Boston I say kiss my ass, suck my dick, and FUCK OFF! No more chances… next stop is DC, where “sissy’s rule”…