the Leathermines

Blood

September 14, 2011 / Miss R posted in Stories / No Comments

The Detective looked at the scrawl on the wall. It had dripped, but the blood had started to congeal and dry before the person had finished what they had written. Whomever had done it had gone, the source of the blood gone, too.

He looked at the chain and manacles. He had experience with such, but he backed out of the scene and pulled his gloves off before calling his expert.

“Madame Mo... Detective Metcalf? Is that you?”

He nodded knowing she couldn’t see him. “Ash, do you know the playspace that Desmond was advertising?”

He heard a hesitation. “Is this business or pleasure, Dick?”

The detective grimaced, feeling his greying stubble pull where he had missed it that morning. “I’m not sure what happened over here, Ash. But it looks like we will need you on this one.”

There was a sigh before he heard, “How much time can I take? I had a client coming in less than twenty minutes.”

“The blood is fresh.” »Read More

Because we can

September 11, 2011 / Miss R posted in Article / No Comments

Reflection and remembrance is one of those things that humans like to do. Often. Today is September 11th, 2011. Yes, 9/11/11.

We are still here, past any wrongs that may have been done. We are still alive, regardless of that may have been put in our path. We are still living, because we will not be pushed into despair over one incident. We are.

I will continue to find the kink in everyday things and write and photograph it. I will continue to explore that which many may not understand. I will continue to have relationships that involve rope and flogs. I will continue.

Those who are gone shall be remembered. The tragedy that hit the United States of America a decade ago lingers. The scars, emotional and physical, will not ever completely heal. That is how we remember, and learn.

I will not let those from outside my country determine how I conduct myself. I will not let those who use the terror of the tragedy within my own country keep me from being who I am.

I am Miss R, Mistress of the Leathermines.

Tribute

September 4, 2011 / Miss R posted in FAQ / No Comments

If you wish to make tribute to Miss R, please keep in mind that she has specific tastes, though a membership to this site may not be personal enough for your tastes. Here are a few pointers.

Miss R’s measurements are... not really applicable.

She does wear (depending on the manufacturer) 38DDD, 40 DD or 40 DDD
(please note that DDD can also be F in some manufacturing)

Miss R generally wears size 22(US)/42(Euro) dress size, though pants sometimes are better in a 24/44.

Foot size dramatically varies from manufacturer to manufacturer, for example, Miss R has a set of low heeled pumps purchased in a 10 wide, and she has another set, looks almost the same, and fits almost the same, that is a 12 extra wide. Do not buy Miss R shoes unless she is there with you.

The colors Miss R likes are mostly darker for wearing, the colors for decorating vary from room to room. She stays away from most greens, especially lime...
Silk, linen and other natural fabrics are great, though chiffons are best for lingerie.

Miss R does not wear much jewelry, though she does have some pieces of fine jewelry in her jewelry box. Miss R prefers silver and platinum for metals, plated gold being lowest on the list. Ruby is Miss R's favorite stone, but amber, jet, and onyx are marvelous.

Roses, red and white, and Fuchsias are appropriate.

Chocolate is always welcome, but the quality should be excellent. The preferred flavor is dark, not milk. Crispy Chocolate and flake are current wants.
Other food items that are welcome are coffee(unflavored ground), citrus fruits and spices such as nutmeg and allspice. The Web Mistress likes to make things to nibble on as she writes, so ask what her current cooking project is.

Movies, Music, any media is welcome, though because of the iTunes collection Miss R has at her disposal, suggestions should be garnered before decisions should be made. And iTunes credit is always the right size.

From Miss R - I hope to be registered online with several online shops soon, I will post them when that happens. And always, gift certificates are always welcome.

The Web Mistress now has an OnlyFans page. Subscribe and get something for your self at the same time.

Amazon Wishlist

I am trying out Wishlistr, too

Godiva Chocolatier : The best raspberry cordials - ever
Coffee Bean Direct : Good (unflavored!) coffee at reasonable prices.

A plate with cookies, chocolates and grapes next to a mug of tea

Keep Miss R Writing and doing photo shoots by keeping her amused, and fed

Miss R is available for shopping meetings in the midwest. If you are interested, please apply for the privilege.

To contact Miss R, please email her. Supplicants always welcome.

Miss R’s Bio

September 4, 2011 / Miss R posted in FAQ / No Comments

Miss R has been intrigued and involved with the Fetish subculture for many years. Experiencing both the Top/Domme and bottom/sub roles, She eased into being a full time Domme in the Fetish community over 20 years ago. She has experience with individuals, couples and hosting 'Play Parties' of up to 30 select people.

The Leathermines has been a physical Dungeon on and off for the last few years, changing locations as the economy, and the landlords, changed directions. The latest incarnation has many theme rooms, and several residents. The theme rooms will be showing up in pictures taken of sessions with some of Miss R's willing subs.

Having a varied education, Miss R enjoys being in the company of men and women who, besides deciding to live out erotic and fetish fantasies, can hold a lively and fairly erudite conversation. There is nothing worse than a bored Miss R.

Though She has a stable of subs and a few other Dominants that She works with, Miss R is always looking for eligible clients to see. If an applicant is not what Miss R is looking for, or the client decides that Miss R isn’t right for them, She will refer to someone more appropriate. Having the experience of being the bottom in a scene, She carefully goes through an extensive interview process before accepting any new clients. Bringing out the fantasies, the fears, the expectations of a client is never the same between people, or the same person from session to session. From being an Amazon, an Interrogator or even a Governess, Miss R can help create the fantasy appropriate for each of Her clients.

The physical nature of what is done in a session changes. Miss R has experienced all of what She gives out having been a bottom at one time. Because of the differences in every client, She tries to make sure that the limitations of each client is pushed, not exceeded. This, and safety issues, are always forward in Her mind to keep Her clients, and Herself, from being hurt unnecessarily.

The scenes that Miss R can set up have ranged from simple physical dominance and submission to full Jail scenes and into the Harem. Each has qualities, and experiences, that can enhance the learning of yourself, and your fantasies. If meeting with a couple, each will be expected to have a full individual session with Miss R before having the session together. It is unfair for each of the participants not to be able to fully disclose what they want and need without the individual experience.

For those of you who wish a more personal look into Miss R's life here are a few answers to a few questions:
Miss R is in a committed relationship. She does not have children. She does not smoke and prefers to be around those who do not. She is an omnivore, but understands and appreciates differences in eating regimens. Miss R does not do drugs. Miss R does not drink alcohol, except on very special occasions. Miss R will not have sessions with people who are under the influence of alcohol or medicines, prescription or recreational.

If you wish to know the personal tastes of Miss R further, please go to the Tribute page.

More information can be seen on the original FAQ/ Fact Sheet page. The new FAQ is being built.

If you wish to email Miss R, please use this Contact.

Piece of paper

September 4, 2011 / Miss R posted in Stories / No Comments

He looked at the single sheet of writing paper I had just handed him from the ream I had brought with me. He was confused and looked back up at me. “Paper?”

I nodded. He looked at it, trying to see if it was more than the plain, store bought lined paper it was. I watched his confusion and frustration grow.

I handed him a pen. “Twenty lines.”

A flash of pain went across his face, but he knew not to argue. “Yes, Ma’am.”

It was a simple sentence, but it took him a while to write it as he was kneeling on the floor with his pants around his ankles. I waited and when he sat back up, I stood and held my hand out for the page. He had rushed on a few of the lines, but it was not the lines that was the point of the punishment.

I smiled, but not kindly. “Stand.” I took the pen from him as he stood, his bunched pants making it difficult for him to stand for a second. I marked the errors on the page and turned so that he could see the marks I put on the paper.

I walked to the open space on the wall and judged his height. I held the page onto the wall with my finger and moved so he could see. “Come here.”

He shuffled over and looked at the paper where I had marked it. He grimaced, but did not say anything. I positioned him and held his forehead against the wall, holding the paper to the wall, his eyes too close to see it, but he knew what was on the page.

“Stay there until I say you can move. And don’t let the page fall.” »Read More

Con: Vention

September 4, 2011 / Miss R posted in Stories / No Comments

The holidays were done. The dull winter had set in, many people leaving their lights and decorations up to keep the festive air going. It was back to the routine of work for many.

Mark was helping Jackie pack. They were going away for almost two weeks, but not on vacation. There was a convention in Miami that they and two others from the company were going to, the four of them to man the booth in the vender’s hall and schmooze with as many potential clients as possible.

“Are you sure this is what he wants you to wear?” Mark held up one of the new shirts, looking at how little fabric there was in them, even though they were still a size 20.

Jackie nodded. “The skirts are short, too. I’m not sure why Frank insisted, but Mary and I had to go shopping, and it was on the company dime, too.”

Mark refolded the shirt and put it in the large suitcase. “I think he is micromanaging with this. A new outfit for every day at the convention? Phil and I had to do that, too.”

Jackie sealed the top of the clear bag and tossed her jewelry into the luggage. “I know I don’t want to spend $30 to get a shirt laundered at the hotel.”

Mark blinked. “Wow. Maybe I’ll put in a few extra...”

Jackie laughed. She was happy. She was happy they were both going, and able to share a room. She was also happy that her Mother had liked him, and had not started in on asking when they were getting married, at least until the last day she was there.

“I saw that you had some new shirts, too.”

Mark looked up shyly. He nodded and said, “They are a little tight, but both Phil and I have them. They have the company logo on them, so we have to wear them.”

Jackie put the clear bag with the second pair of heels in the luggage. “Why Phil? He has been in the company only three months and does samples accounting. Not that I am objecting. You two make a pair-”

Mark stepped to Jackie and kissed her. “You know I’ve wanted to see you with him. It would be almost like watching me with you.”

She giggled like a teen and kissed him. It felt so different from before he had made it clear to her that he wanted her and loved her. Mark had let Jackie come out of her shell, and to let herself have permission to grow in many ways. “We will have to see how the timing works out down there...”

His arms were around her, his hands on her round ass. “I don’t know even the slightest how to bring something like that up with him.”

“If it happens, it happens.” Jackie kissed his chin and turned in his arms, his hands sliding on her hips and then holding her to him as she tried to put another pair of shoes into a clear bag. He started to grind slightly into her and she had to steady herself on the closet door.

“We have an hour until the car comes to pick us up...” Mark’s voice was full of lust and promise. His hand went from her stomach to her breast and started to fiddle with the button holding her shirt closed over her breasts.

“Mark!” She gasped as he slid his hand in and started to grope her breast. “We only have an hour! I already took a shower, hun. You cum like a racehorse and I don’t have time-”

He turned her around and reached into his pocket. “I am a boy scout.” A condom was in his hand.

She laughed. “Oh, Mark. I am glad you want to. So do I, but we don’t have time.”

He pouted. “Please?” He started to pull her to the bed. “I will buy you something while we are down there.”

Jackie felt his hands pushing up her skirt and she could not really object. They had not had the time to be together for three days and it had been distracting working together and not being able to do anything about it. “What will you buy me?”

He grinned as he pushed her panties to the side and felt how ready she was. “One of those Miami Bikini’s. Postage stamp sized.”

She used the strength that she had been gaining with the weightlifting and pushed him onto the bed. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Mark’s hands were on himself, pulling his hard cock from his pants and pushing the pants and underwear down slightly to keep Jackie’s juices from staining his travel clothes. “Bright purple with yellow polkadots.”

Jackie was straddling Mark as he put the condom on. “I will use it as a slingshot and throw muffins at your window every morning.” She gasped as he slid into her.

“You want to make me go off...my...regimen.” Mark was thrusting up into Jackie and holding onto her hips.

“Fuck you,” Jackie panted as she rolled her hips in time to Mark’s thrusts. “You eat twice, ah, as much as I do and don’t gain, ah! Don’t gain anything.”

He smiled as he said, “That’s because I have to keep pace with... Augh! You!” Mark’s fingers held onto Jackie tight as he started to cum. He went as fast as he could, trying to get her to cum, too, but he knew it was not enough.

They were panting into each other’s mouths. Jackie was still moving slightly, feeling Mark’s cock shrink inside her. He groaned and she knew she had to move before the condom slipped out.

“Now I am going to be horny for the trip. Thank you, hun.”

Mark shakily took off the condom and put it into the wrapper before putting it into the trash beside the bed. “Two bikini’s.”

Jackie slapped his ass when he stood, both of them smiling.

Jackie and Mark

Classified

September 1, 2011 / Miss R posted in Stories / No Comments

I know you hear this a lot, but I never thought I would be the type to answer an ad in the back of a pulp paper.

I’m like any guy. I get horny. I get lonely. Combine those, and guys can do stupid things, even if it doesn’t seem like it at the time.

It had been weeks since I was able to hook up, even with the fatty from apartment 14. I was getting desperate. I started to look at the internet sites with live feeds, but that was just something to wank off too. I needed to actually fuck someone.

I was looking for a new set of rims for my Nova when I went from the car listings to the personals. I laughed at myself for scanning them, but there was something that caught my eye. A woman who wanted to get fucked. It wasn’t listed like that, I had to interpret the code.

You know - 28SW n/s ISO 23 to 30SM n/s 4 right now. Call...

I called. She sounded fine. I mean, radio voice with honey and beer. She told me where to meet her and I ran out the door.

I was at the deli, trying not to show that I had the worst boner I ever had when she walked in. My jaw dropped. I looked around and wasn’t sure if this was the one I was waiting for. She was wearing a black dress with a bright red jacket over it. And her legs. I wanted to just flip her on her back and fuck her right then with those legs wrapped around me. She smiled at me and came over and sat. Even her voice was more perfect in person.

“So, did I talk to you about half an hour ago?”

“Oh, baby, you bet you did.”

She smiled at me. You know, the type of smile that tells you you are in for trouble, but you don’t care. “You are raring to go. I haven’t had lunch, though. Let’s get a couple of sandwiches and go back to my place.”

I was ready. More than ready. She ordered and I paid and I started to follow her out of the place. That was when everything went to shit.

A guy came in, waiving a gun. He wanted our money and the deli guys' money. I was holding the bag of sandwiches and I was damed if I was going to miss an opportunity to get fucked. I threw the bag at the guy and slammed into him. That tipped us over the counter and I remember mustard from a big plastic container and I slipped. Something happened and my pants caught on the sandwich counter, ripping open. I heard screaming as I was pounding on the guy. But then we slipped again and I tried to hold onto something. I think something came off the wall and hit me and knocked me out.

And that, Sergeant, is how I came to be on the floor, covered with deli meat with my dick in a cow tchotchcke.

Fact Sheet – Safe Word

August 31, 2011 / Miss R posted in FAQ / No Comments

Safe words are signals to those involved with a scene that something isn’t right. Safety may not seem to be a prime concern to those observing a scene, but without safe words, it can be downright dangerous. It is no fun loosing a partner.

If you are just starting out with fetish play, a simple ‘OW’ may suffice. If saying ow is part of the fun, perhaps something else should be chosen. There are several ways to choose a safe word. Try a word that would not come up in common conversation, like eclipse or birthday. If you have a pet or favorite person, try their name. If you have an ‘in scene’ name, use your real name as your safe word.

Perhaps you cannot think of a safe word, or your partner cannot. Try using the stoplight method.

Red means STOP right now.
Yellow means slow down or back off, but don’t stop.
Green means, it’s o.k., I actually liked it...
And for those who are into more color, Blue can mean, 'What, you hit me?'

Doing what is called a calibration at the beginning can let you know how hard to start out. What would be a 4 on a 1 to 10 scale for one person may be a 9 for another.

If you are into gags, a safe signal should be employed. A small bell, a hand gesture or the ability to undo the bonds are all good ways of having a measure of safety.
If you are the Top/Dom of the scene, please keep in mind that sometimes the people you are with cannot think for themselves while under the influence of endorphins. The damage that you see may not register to your sub/bottom until it is too late. You can call Safeword as much as the person you are with. If they cannot answer you coherently, it is time to call Safeword.
I call Safeword and want you to answer a few questions.

Do you have a Safeword?
Yes ___ No ___

What is your Safe word?
Yes! You must have one! ______

Do you have different Safe words for different situations?
Yes ___ No ___

In what situation would you not want a Safe word?

(Trick question, even consensual non-consent scenes have safe words)

Random Pic of the Day

August 31, 2011 / Miss R posted in Pictorials / No Comments

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Sometimes a power tool won't do the job. A delicate touch and just a little lube will get the shaft into the hole. But be careful not to force it. It is always bad when you jam something.

A challenge story

August 13, 2011 / Miss R posted in Stories / No Comments

Someone I know challenged me to write this. They had found my Fact Sheets in the old site and wondered if I was into certain things. NO. But then I was challenged to write this because they were not convinced that I could if I were not into it.

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It felt as though it had been at least a day since she had woken up in the place. The leather was rubbing her wrists and ankles raw where she was straining against it. She had been able to get a glimpse under the mask once. Her keeper had seen her and had pulled a hood over her, enclosing her in utter darkness that soon smelled like her stale breath.

She had been there long enough that she had peed herself several times. The first time, she screamed to let her go to the bathroom. She had heard laughter. That was when the first cock had gone into her. He had not been lubed up and pushed into her pussy. He had been deep and fast and she could not help it when her bladder had let go.

The bench she was strapped to could be moved a little, changing her arms and legs a little. It didn’t matter. Her ass was still in the air, the smell of her own piss bad even through her hood.

She had to shit. She had to really shit. She knew what they had done when she had wanted to pee. She kept her mouth as closed as she could when the need to poo became strong. »Read More

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