Miss R

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Beginning Journey

October 24, 2011 / Miss R posted in Stories / No Comments

It is hard to sit. I left your side less than an hour ago and I cannot stay still. It isn’t the waiting for the plane. It isn’t the awful molded plastic seats. It is the hand prints you left on my ass before we left the parking structure.

The lot was mostly full as you drove us in, taking a ticket from the machine and winding your way up the levels. You found a place near the elevator, but did not allow me to leave the van as you pulled my luggage from the back. You opened the side doors and a simple command brought me through the van and kneeing on the edge of the doorway. You motioned and I turned, my back to you as I knelt.

I can feel each finger of your hand as I try to stay still. You had pushed me forward and pulled down my pants. My underwear was little padding against the two smacks you landed on me. Each cheek still smarts and feels warm even through my pants.

You pulled the underwear down and looked at me, my ass in the air as a family walked past, talking about their vacation. I knew they could not see me in the van, but it still made my stomach flutter thinking they may be able to tell what you were doing.

I gasped and bit my lip when I felt your fingers go into me. I thought you were going to fuck me right there and I could feel the heat of my face was almost as hot as my ass. You played with me making me hold back moans and then stopped. It was exquisite frustration.

You pulled my clothing back into place and rubbed where you had left your hand print. You let me come out of the van and I was unsteady and I almost tripped on the way to the elevator. I still am feeling little tremors as I sit here, trying to not show how your attentions excited me.

I don’t know how I am going to last the four hour trip home.

Thank you.

Poem of the day

October 20, 2011 / Miss R posted in Stories / No Comments

I am your fantasy

You imagine, and I am the form it takes

The look, the feel, the sensation

The leather, the rope, the sweat

Fantasy for an hour

The glow lasts for days

Real life chafes, the fantasy is strong

Imagine, the feet you kneel at

Look up, see your fantasy come to life

After Party Part 2

October 5, 2011 / Miss R posted in Pictorials / No Comments

The red vest was off and I started to work on the lace top. I was almost ready to let the girls out for the night. »Read More

After Party

October 4, 2011 / Miss R posted in Pictorials / No Comments

It was 3 in the morning after a Play Party and I was caught by the photographer as I was putting things away for the night.

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A gift

September 25, 2011 / Miss R posted in Stories / No Comments

She looked at the little red box. It had been left on the table along with the envelope with his payment. She had known him long enough to know that he had given her what had been negotiated, never less, and sometimes a little more. The red box was new.

She had not mentioned anything about a birthday or anniversary or even a holiday. He had left something for her, just because.

She ignored the envelope and picked up the box. Not too big and not heavy. It did rattle, though. The red foil top was sealed down with a small piece of tape easily slit with her fingernail. She opened the box and smiled.

Two things were in the box. The practical of the two was gift card for a local store. She had seen him there several times while she was shopping. It was good to know he paid attention. The second item was a key.

It was a small key with a plastic coating on the end. It could have been for just about anything. She couldn’t see the brand mark under the plastic. The brass colored key was obviously new.

The one part of the gift she knew what she was going to do with. She had been eyeing something for a while and now she knew she could afford it. The other... She started to put the box back together when she saw that there was a folded piece of paper in the bottom.

It was his handwriting. All it said was, “for next time”, with a web address written under that. She smiled and went to her computer to look it up. She smiled wider when she saw what they key went with.

The key in it’s box was labeled and put into his file. She nodded to herself and looked forward to using it on him. It was always nice to know what her clients wanted, and this was going to be fun.

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

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