Madam Storm’s Power of the Pussy Blog
Sharing my stories with you is a very intimate experience, my intentions are to bring you an insight into my world, to pleasure, educate, explore together and empower you by sharing my stories that ignited my “Pussy Power” and led me to respect, celebrate and embrace the “Power of the pussy”.
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Hello Mistresses
I believe you can tell a lot from a woman’s choice of shoe—each heel representing her unique personality, style and attitude.
My love of heels has become both a kink and fetish of mine. I feel powerful and sexy when I strut in my six-inch heels; flashbacks of my lover sucking on my heel makes my kitty purr.
As a Dominatrix, the shoes are a part of our uniform; when my pet buckles up my shinny black thigh boots, I’m instantly transformed, like a light switch; it turns me on!
One by one, I watch the heels of each new Mistress walk down the stairs.
Each lady is uniquely different; some dressed in shiny black latex, others in a sexy lingerie set, each lady is encouraged to dress in their character persona.
Hello, I’m Madam Storm; welcome to the dungeon!
Surrender
I placed my hand on my heart and gave myself permission to be FREE!
Overwhelmed with emotion as each breath got deeper and deeper, I repeated to myself I permit myself to be free, I give myself permission to be free, with each breath, I felt lighter and lighter as if I was unlocking the key to my prison, my soul chained to a ball and chain weighing me down.
At that moment I realised that I had to submit, surrender and uncuffed myself, for fear had unknowingly guided me to a path that is not meant for me. Disguised in great opportunities, success and stability.
Erotic Capital
Erotic Capital! Written by Madam Storm
He opened the door, there I stood in my 6 inch heels, leather dress that hugged my waist and showed my curves, my breast firmly standing at attention!
Mark Me!
Mark Me! By Madam Storm
In this moment I want to feel owned, mark your territory, the pleasure I feel the next day looking in the mirror with flashbacks of his deep strokes, my hands firmly pressed against his back, he tells me not to move a feeling I have…
Dear Pussy
Dear Pussy by Madam Storm
Between my thighs is the portal of all creativity, my feminine divine power. I write this as a form of a love letter to my pussy, whilst listening to Nina Simone “I’m feeling good” incense burning, lights are dimmed, dressed in a…
