Whether what you’ve been thinking of is finally kneeling down and sucking a nice thick juicy cock, or finally doing your long delayed taxes, a tinge of coercion can get you . . . → Read More: C is for Coercion]]>

Sometimes you just need a little push, a touch of coercion to get you to finally do what you’ve been thinking about doing.

Whether what you’ve been thinking of is finally kneeling down and sucking a nice thick juicy cock, or finally doing your long delayed taxes, a tinge of coercion can get you to commit. In essence, there’s something you know you should do, you want to do, you keep thinking about doing, and yet, you fail to follow through. The risk and reward equation isn’t balanced well enough to get you to do what you must on your own initiative. There’s not enough pressure on you. Yet.

When you call a phone sex Mistress, you’re looking for a little coercion.

That’s what we’re here for, after all. To provide the push, the impetus, the drive behind you to finally commit to a path and just do it. I’ll give you a hot coerced cocksucking session, I’ll coerce you into panties and hose, I’ll humiliate you into doing all sorts of perverted things for me. Whatever coercive technique works best for your psyche, I’ll apply.

Coercion can take many forms.

From a gentle reminder that I can see you on the webcam, and so know when you’re ‘cheating’, to subtle hints about how terribly embarrassing it would be to have your girlfriend or wife walk in on you in this position, coercion can be very multifaceted. And that’s not all! What if I told you my hunky boyfriend put his hand on the back of your head, and just implacably pressed your face downwards towards his bulging cock? How about telling you that you no longer have a will of your own, because I cast an enchantment on my dress to steal all men’s wills? Can you suspend your belief long enough for me to talk you into, coerce you into doing my will?

The trick about coercion, as with any power play, is that it’s all mental.

There are no chains, no bindings on your body, no one with a whip menacing you and literally driving you to act. You choose to go with my coercive requests, because it’s what you really want. You just needed a little push, a light touch, a voice whispering in your ear and egging you on.

You want it, you just need little coercion to get it.

Welcome, welcome, to Mistress Harper’s church of phone sex, where all who enter in are controlled.

The demons, yes, I say, the demons that have plauged you, tormented you, burnt through your self control, the very demons of Lust and Sex, the demons that run after you crying and taunting you, those demons, . . . → Read More: Sunday Morning Cock Control]]>

Welcome, welcome, to Mistress Harper’s church of phone sex, where all who enter in are controlled.

The demons, yes, I say, the demons that have plauged you, tormented you, burnt through your self control, the very demons of Lust and Sex, the demons that run after you crying and taunting you, those demons, through the grace of our Mistress and Owner Harper, the great and divine Priestess of Sacred Sex, will no longer trouble you! Accept the control and guidance of your Divine Mistress and be Freed!

You can probably tell that I have roots in a rather, ah, florid and verbose style of a certain religion.

After all, all four of my great grandfathers were Ministers (except for the one who was a Reverend.) Now there’s me, descended from spiritual people, steeped in the folk beliefs of the deep South and East Texas. I’m fairly certain that in some ways, my ancestors would be shocked. And, at the same time, I bet they’d just shake their heads and say ‘that figures.’

The women in my family have a history of interesting and unique behavior.

We’ve always been so-called Scarlet Women, women of sight; and it’s a family truism that you just don’t ~mess~ with one of us. What we say goes. It’s always been this way, down through the ages. The women set the rules and guide and control the men. Family tradition dictates that the woman is the one who is strong, controlled, and always right. So I come by it naturally. I was born to be a fem dom!

Therefore, come to my church, the Church of Sex and Lust.

I’ll control your cock, own your soul and make your life better. I know what you really want and need, and hearing you try to deny it is amusing to me. Let me guide you, help you, and heal your lustful desires… you’ll be happier in the long run, just like every male who’s ever had anything to do with one of the powerful women of my family.

LDW, as a company, is committed to finding only the very best Mistresses in the world. Nothing less will do. Only the most awesome, amazing, intelligent women could possibly be a LDW Mistress; you would not believe the vetting and . . . → Read More: New Mistresses on Board]]>

In the world of high end phone sex, finding a good Mistress is key.

LDW, as a company, is committed to finding only the very best Mistresses in the world. Nothing less will do. Only the most awesome, amazing, intelligent women could possibly be a LDW Mistress; you would not believe the vetting and interview process we each go through to get in the door. There is no greater cadre of powerful Dominatrixes in the world.

In our constant quest to improve ourselves and the company, as well as building a better experience for each and every client, we’ve added new, hot, fresh blood.

I’d like to introduce Ms Olga. I had a chance to chat with her, and hear her voice today, and let me tell you, she sounds so sweet! Mistress Sasha is also brand new, sure to delight your puny cock with her wiley ways. Miss Callie has been a sex kitten eager to control cocks from the very beginning of her sexual awakening (plus, she’s hot.)

Domina Bree is the exotic Goddess you’ve been looking for, and I for one can’t wait to hear more from her! Hot dayum, ya’ll. Lady Kaitlyn has some special torment up her sleeve for you; tread carefully with this one, or you’ll be trapped. And then there’s sweet, naive, young Tabetha. Oh, wait, I meant controlling, domineering, sexy Tabetha. mmm, Tabetha…

Last but by no means least is lifestyle Mistress Sierra. Look out gentlemen, she’s here to dominate you, own you, control you and break you down to your component parts. Sounds like fun!

All this new blood, new talent, fresh voices and minds interjected into the LDW community.

Welcome to all the new Mistresses! I’d like to wish you all the best of luck, and may you have as many happy, fun, torturous encounters with our clients as you like. We surely do have the best job in the whole world, with the most wonderful client base ever. You’re going to get to meet our guys, from Toy to NB, Ashley, CandyGurl and Trixie, my darling Mr. B and more! Hold on to your hats, it’s a fun ride.

I love fresh broccoli. Steamed, raw, braised with bacon grease, tossed in with other veggies and broiled with a dash of garlic and olive oil… I love broccoli. But. Add some cheese sauce to lightly steamed broccoli. I dare you. See . . . → Read More: Humiliation and Cock Control]]>

Erotic Humiliation and Cock Control go together like broccoli and cheese sauce.

I love fresh broccoli. Steamed, raw, braised with bacon grease, tossed in with other veggies and broiled with a dash of garlic and olive oil… I love broccoli. But. Add some cheese sauce to lightly steamed broccoli. I dare you. See what happens.

I get giddy for broccoli and cheese sauce. One of my most favorite combinations of flavors. Sharp and stingy with the broccoli, and then smooth it all out and bring out the sweetness with the cheese sauce. Like an orgasm for my mouth.

You take your wonderful garden variety cock control and add a little spicy humiliation to it…

That’s right. You heard me. I think of kink like food, like cooking and baking and kitchen alchemy. Cock control, in all it’s variations and permutations is, I kid you not, one of the most wonderful and fun things that I get to do. I hands down love it. Taking over your cock, directing it, comanding your actions… mmm.

Add a soupcon of humiliation to the mix and you’ve got an ecstatically happy Mistress on your hands. Add a whole heaping cupful of raw break-you-down-and-make-you-cry humiliation, and I’ll be grinning for hours after that meal.

It takes a skilled and delicate hand to balance the ratio of humiliation to cock control for each dish.

Luckily, I happen to have just such a skilled and delicate hand. Each person who comes to me responds differently to both cock control and erotic humiliation. It’s a fine dance, tailoring each encounter to suit the palate of the dinner. A hair too much in one direction and the meal becomes a disaster; too little, and it never gets going properly.

Come to Chez Harper, where the chef will serve you up your helping of humiliated cock control, spiced specially for you.

And you’re not alone. Bummer. No calling up your Domina for some hot and heavy phone sex, because if you make the slightest peep, you’re busted. And that would be no bueno and a horrible buzzkill to boot. But, there you are. . . . → Read More: The Joy of Sext]]>

There you are, horny, aching, needing the tender mercies of your Mistress.

And you’re not alone. Bummer. No calling up your Domina for some hot and heavy phone sex, because if you make the slightest peep, you’re busted. And that would be no bueno and a horrible buzzkill to boot. But, there you are. Horny as hell, aching, needing her guidance and control, reading her blog and getting more and more desperate.

You really really want Her words, you NEED Her words, to control your cock…

What’s a poor horny strokerboy to do? You can’t be expected to control your own cock, I mean, hell, you’ve been trying that for years and look how well that’s worked out for you. You need the guidance and control, the sweet sultry words, the imagination and wit of your Mistress! As much as you want to just rub one out and pass out for the night, or whack off in the office bathroom, you know that won’t be nearly as satisfying as what She can help you achieve.

The more you think about how much you need your phone sex Mistress, the hornier and more desperate you get.

If only there were a way to connect with your guide, your muse, your beloved Mistress that didn’t involve speaking. Hmm. There must be a way… Yes! There is! Of course! Sexy Texting!

You’re so horny now that you’re willing to try anything, even Sexting.

All the youngsters are doing it these days, why not give it a whirl? Maybe you tried it with a girlfriend, maybe you sent one red faced embarrasing text to your significant other, maybe you’ve never ever experienced the wonder of written porn. (Maybe you’re an old pro at this, and think all this lead up is silly.)

Let me tell you, if you’ve been enjoying reading Mistress blogs, if you like to chat via IM with us, and if you have an itch needing a good denial session to really ramp it up, then you’re going to adore sexy texting. It’s just like phone sex, only instead of talking on the phone, we chat via IM, in a very, very X rated manner. You’ve got the full attention of one of LDW’s brilliant Ladies coming at you at 80+ words per minute. Feel free to type one handed, or to just fall silent and enjoy the input streaming towards you.

Sexy texting, sexting, the Joy of Sext…

You’ll be hooked on it in no time!

That’s my cock, and you’ll stroke it how I tell you to. You’ll do everything I tell you to do, because you want to please your Mistress. I want to guide you to a mind blowing orgasm — . . . → Read More: Guided Masturbation]]>

It makes sense that if I own you, I should get to guide you too.

That’s my cock, and you’ll stroke it how I tell you to. You’ll do everything I tell you to do, because you want to please your Mistress. I want to guide you to a mind blowing orgasm — take you places you’ve never been…

Poor males, so sad and unimaginative; you don’t even really play with your own cocks!

It seems that men tend to learn one way to masturbate, and that’s all they ever do. Day in and day out, the same strokes, the same touches… doesn’t it get so ~boring~?

I mean, you have this amazing bundle of nerves to play with, to experiment with! You can tease and you can tug and you can gently stroke. You can vary it and change your routine, you can use the energy you put into masturbation to create such ecstasy for yourselves!

And what do you do with all this amazing potential? You wank.

You poor, deluded, weak male. It sure is a good thing that I own your sweet ass. And your cock. Say it with me now, “Ms. Harper owns my cock; she can tell me how to stroke it best.” I own your cock.

You know that I can lead you to the most intensely orgasmic experience of your life. And you want me to, don’t you?

Well, darlings, I’m afraid you’re going to have to learn some self restraint.

I’m going to be out of touch until late on Wednesday, because I’m taking some ‘me’ time. I’ve earned it, I deserve it. I packed my suitcase about half an hour ago, and I packed up my box easel and all my paints. I plan to paint, go fishing and walk in the woods. It’ll be glorious and wonderful and utterly lacking in any cock at all to control! So by the time I get back, I’ll be desperate to hear your gasps, moans and cries of bliss… after all, I love phone sex, too.

xoxo,

already missing you! Harper

And you don’t even really realize exactly to what extent that’s true. You probably think that on some level you still retain some ownership of that cock. You may even harbor fantasies that you’re in control of your own life.

You don’t . . . → Read More: Fem Dom Cock Control]]>

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: I own your cock.

And you don’t even really realize exactly to what extent that’s true. You probably think that on some level you still retain some ownership of that cock. You may even harbor fantasies that you’re in control of your own life.

You don’t control jack; I control your cock.

I control your cock so thoroughly, so completely and utterly that you don’t even see the strings. You see, I can reach out anytime I want to and jerk your strings, make you dance to my slightest whim. You’re mine. Mine in body, mind and heart (and cock.)

I am a Fem Dom, a Female Dominatrix, a Woman of Power.

You can’t help but be drawn to me, to my aura of power and control. It’s ok, it really is. I’m used to having men fall all over themselves to submit to me, to kneel before me, to beg for my attention and time. Feel free to join the throngs in worshiping me.

One thing I love about being a Fem Dom is the sense of confidence it gives me.

I love how confident and sexy I feel when I’m being all Domly Domme. When I stand over a quivering submissive with a cane in my hand, or when I take a cock into my hand to weild ultimate control over it, I get such a charge! I know you feel the opposite end of that charge, that to a submissive, kneeling before a powerful individual is a type of heaven — because when I stand over you, I’m in my own little heaven.