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My flogger.

Yes it is soft but I wield it with a mighty hand! 

I am playing this week at the Catsuit Lounge in Tarzana. 

Call me at (323) 903-7184, no texting or blocked calls! 

or email me about your fantasy and we will make it happen...

switchsophie@yahoo.com

Springtime for Subbies.

How hot are these? 

The sun shines a little brighter, the sky is a little clearer and the Mistress is tearing up her stockings! They only last for so long before they rip and I will be taking donations. If you are looking for ideas are how to make your Mistress smile show up with some pretty tights and stockings as I need to replenish my collection. And if you are really lucky I will put them on right then and there for a little stocking worship! Can't go wrong with black, that color goes with everything, unless you have a fetish for red or pink or green. OK, not green...stockings anyway.

See Me in Tarzana at the Catsuit Lounge!
(323) 903-7184
switchsophie@yahoo.com

My auctions!

I am auctioning off some dirty old rank sweaty anklets that I have been wearing to the gym! If you are a true dirty sock fetishist check these out!

Click here to see! 

See Miss Sophie this week!

This week I am at the Catsuit Lounge Wednesday night from 7pm - 11pm and again on Friday afternoon and evening!

I am now doing doubles with Ms. Lily Star! Check out her pics here.

Fetish sessions (foot, pantyhose, stockings, smoking)
Play (paddles, floggers, rope, electro)
Sissy (pretty wigs and nighties)
CBT (you know)
Sploshing (getting messy with food and water)

Call to session at (323) 903-7184 (no texting or calling after midnight, I hate that and you don't want to upset the Mistress!)

Ebanned auctions are up!

Click here to see my auction items!

Or bid on my fishnets!

Perks!

Don't come to the Lounge empty handed! 

February has started off quite busy! There must be something in the air, but I don't mind at all, the more I can play, the happier I am!

This week I was grateful to have some little gifts come my way from some very pleased slaves boys of mine!

The flowers really brighten up my living room and the wine brightens my disposition!

The good old days.

I look to good to do housework. 

The girls got together to do a retro lingerie photo shoot. The fabulous Christa Faust brought her collection of vintage goodies and set me up in a bullet bra and girdle. We added an apron even though I don't cook or clean!

We drank champagne, giggled and looked fabulous. Don't you agree?

Getting messy with the girls.

Love to get a snap of my WAM supplies! 

Summer is over technically, but here in SoCal it's still really really hot, which is perfect for sploshing. Last week Fetish Jade, Velvet Fox and I did a triple session with a young hottie who showed up in a nerd costume-glasses, a tie and dress shirt and tightie whities! We roleplayed that we were the bitchy popular girls, and lured him from the library our back yard to torture him with pies and ice cream.

We tied to him a tree, stripped him to his shorts and covered every inch of his body in chocolate syrup, whipped cream, pudding, eggs, canola oil and ice cream. Our nerd didn't get any studying done that afternoon!

What's better than being dominated by a hot chick? Domination by 3!

For live sessions, messy or otherwise, call (323) 903-7184 or email switchsophie@yahoo.com

Ring Ring Kinksters!

Just rolling around the floor a little. 

Yesterday morning at 9am the phone rang and it was a gentleman calling from New York. I imagine he had gotten up a little early, before everyone else to sneak in a naughty phone call. When I do phone sessions, I usually describe all the creative and sadistic ways I would dominate the man, if he was in front of me. This call was a little different. NY Guy just wanted to get a few things off his chest and it was quite a confession.

NY Guy had recently found a new Domme. He would go over to her house, dress up in a French maid's outfit and clean her house. Then when he was done, she would take advantage of her slutty maid, and then he'd go back to his regular life. But one day, while he was doing his Mistress' laundry, her 19 year old daughter came home early. As she opened the door to the house, he was about to scramble into the bathroom when the Mistress told him not to move a muscle. Then the Mistress instructed her daughter to give any dirty laundry that she had to the slave. The daughter didn't go up to her room to grab laundry, but instead, took off all of her clothes and handed them to NY Guy!

He dutifully ran back to the laundry room and while he was in there, the daughter showed up with her strap on! NY Guy hit the jackpot! He found a Mother/Daughter Domination Duo. Then, as soon as he finished his story, he said. "Nice talking to you Mistress, goodbye!" and that was it. I don't think I said more than 3 words. But it was fantastic. I love hearing about all your dirty experiences. Keep 'em coming. Your secrets are safe with me. ;)

WAM CAM!

Crisco domination from my last 'live-action' WAM session.

Yesterday I got a call from a boy in Minnesota who wanted to have a cam session over Skype.

Minnesota Boy loves to get messy and admitted to a sneaker fetish.  Minnesota Boy took me on a tour of his apartment and finally set down his laptop on the floor of his kitchen where he had laid out a plastic tarp, and 3 large bowls of vanilla cake batter. He dyed the batter so one bowl had pink batter, one had green and one with blue. He showed me 4 different pairs of new sneakers because he wanted to get messy in a pair, so I told him to put on the hot pink Reeboks. You read that right- he owned a pair of hot pink sneakers.

Minnesota Boy stood in front of his laptop, naked, except for the kicks, with the 3 bowls set in front of him. I told him to rub and pour the batter onto various parts of his body and his shoes. I make him dunk his face in each bowl. I told him to stroke himself using the pink batter as lube. Finally, under my instruction, he ejaculated into his left shoe. I made sure to let him know that he was not to wash the cum out of his sneaker before the next time he wears it. I was quite pleased with myself for coming up with such a twisted idea, so after we finished, I rewarded myself with a trip to the movie theater to see Magic Mike.

We are WAMing at the Catsuit Lounge all summer! It's perfect weather for it! 
(323) 903-7184 or if you don't live in SoCal email for WAM CAM details! switchsophie@gmail.com
 

Fetishes of the Rich & Famous

Click here to see a list of famous foot fetishes. 

Worship my famous feet at the Catsuit Lounge. 

(323) 903-7814

OK Cupid acknowledges us kinksters

I found this while trolling the internet for foot fetish material.

OK Cupid is a lot more helpful that I thought!

http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=8696984711431823232

Let's get messy

That's my ass getting stuffed with kiddie pasta!

The other day I showed up at the Lounge and walked right in on Fetish Jade tying a lucky boy to a tree. She had tubs of ice cream, large cans of pudding and Spaghetti O's, countless bottles of chocolate syrups and more sticky and slimy foods lined up on the ground.

I stripped down to my pantyhose and jumped right in. First we coated Messy Boy in vanilla pudding. I had a particularly good time pouring chocolate syrup over his head and watching it run down his body, making all kind of sexy dirty designs. Even though we stuffed his tighty whiteys with melted ice cream, his erection showed no signs of abating. It was very impressive, although we are very sexy WAM Dommes, so I understand why he was able to stay so hard with all that ice cream between his legs.

Then it was my turn to get dirty. Messy Boy bent me over a chair and spanked me over my pantyhose. (Oh how I love to get spanked!) Then he poured pudding over my head and down my back and stuffed my pantyhose with Spaghetti O's. By the time we were done the 3 of us were covered head to toe in pudding, ice cream, syrups, cooking oi and generic cheese whiz.

It's nice and warm out so you if you are a splosh fan, or want to try it for the first time, get messy with me under the hot sun!

Listen to My Voice

Charge that iPhone!

Now I can dominate you no matter where you are!

I am now offering my services over the phone through 2 very sexy sites!

Talk Sugar - Click here or on the telephone icon above

And:

NiteFlirt - Click here or on the telephone icon above

Maybe you want to suck my soft toes?  Perhaps you'd like me to dress you up like the dirty slut you are. Or you need a beautiful woman to tell you what a small penis you have...

Now you only need your phone to escape to My world.

An extra sweet session

Sugary treats for you to suck on!

A gentleman called me last week and told me that it was his fantasy to lick cupcake frosting off my feet and legs. He said that he would get the cupcakes from Sprinkles Cupcake Bakery in Beverly Hills. I told him that I would only agree to the session if he showed up with cupcakes for me, in addition to the ones that would be eaten off my feet.  And then, like a good cupcake slave he asked, "What are your favorite flavors?" It was on.

I nibbled on a heavenly carrot cake cupcake (my favorite!) while he smeared cream cheese frosting on my legs and feet and licked it off. I have been having my feet worshiped for years, but it was the first time my tootsies were covered in frosting. It tickled while he licked it off, and I did a lot of giggling in between bites of my cupcake. I had a blast. Thank you Cupcake Slave. I think I have a new fetish.

Gentlemen Prefer Hose

A little 'artsy' leg action for you.

I saw a new gentleman last week. He called me early in the morning to make an evening appointment. He asked if I would put on my pantyhose as soon as possible so by the time he met me, they would have a nice lived-in smell.

Our session was straight forward, yet lovely and playful, pantyhose worship. My favorite part about pantyhose worship is that the tingle I feel when someone touches my legs. I get goosebumps from fingers or lips running along the taut lycra. And he was ultra excited by the musk created by my running around all day in hose. In fact, he suggested that next time I work out in my hose before meeting him!

That gave me a great idea! I don't belong to gym, but I am a major yoga enthusiast and I practice at a yoga studio every morning. For those of you pantyhose enthusiasts, I would love to wear my pantyhose to my yoga class before hitting our session. I do vinyasa, power and Bikram yoga and if you know yoga, you know those are rigorous sweaty sessions!

I am at the Lounge in the afternoons and evenings this week, so call to get your sweet pantyhose fix!

XO, Miss Sophie Blue, Full-time fetishist, part-time Yogi

The Ballad of Sissy Mike

Guess who's legs, Give up? Mine!

Another tale from my first week as a professional fetishist:

I was alerted by the dungeon manager Bella, that a gentlemen dubbed Sissy Mike would eventually session with me. "He only sessions with the new girls," she told me. "If he likes you he will see you for a few months, but he always moves on the newest girl." Sissy Mike was a cross dresser and he wanted the same role play every time. According to Bella, Mike would fill me in about everything. Then Bella and the other girls, all dungeon veterans, giggled. That was all they were going to tell me. They didn't want to ruin the surprise.

One rainy Monday night Sissy Mike wandered in and requested a session with me. He was in his 50's and wearing a powder blue tracksuit. He was uncomfortably quiet, and he was all business as he dragged me to the sissy closet. He meticulously picked out a bra, panties and stockings, and then he grabbed a flogger.

"So do you like to be flogged?" I asked.

"No," he answered.

We got to the room and Sissy Mike laid out the scenario. I was a clerk at the lingerie store and he would come in to buy some presents for his girlfriend, but I would force him to wear the lingerie himself. So that's what we did. I dressed him in women's underwear and even did his makeup. Then he picked up the flogger and dug into this track pants pocket. He pulled out a magnum condom and unrolled it on the handle of the flogger.

"Call me a bitch and make me suck this."

That was how I learned that a cross dressing man never feels like his outfit is complete unless he has a 'dick' to suck.

I timidly asked his bitch-ass to suck my dick while holding the flogger a foot away from my body. He sucked and his lipstick smeared all over his chin and the condom. The sight of a hairy middle aged man in fuchsia lipstick sucking this makeshift dildo was gruesome. I needed a productive way to channel my disgust.

I took the flogger and put it between my legs with the handle poking out from my crotch.

"I don't think you are sucking hard enough, you ugly bitch!"

Then he really went at my dick. At some point he lay back on the ground, flipped his legs over his head and jerked off onto his own face. Surprise! It's been 4 years and I still haven't seen a man, other than Sissy Mike, ejaculate on to his own face.

After he came, he turned in to the friendliest man you could ever meet. He wanted to talk about literature, movies, the weather, my childhood. Sissy Mike was a completely different person once he got his cross dressing rocks off.

Sissy Mike saw me every Monday night for the next 6 months. He always wore the same track suit. He always barely spoke until the scene was over. His session always had to be exactly the same. I must have seen him come on his own face at least 25 times. When Miss Layla got hired and replaced me as the dungeon newbie, I never sessioned with Mike again. Sometimes I would see him with a new girl in the sissy closet picking out the perfect bra. I always said "Hi Mike" even though he would never answer back.

My first CBT session

This picture was taken on my first day at the dungeon.

It was 4 years ago and I had been working at the commercial dungeon for a couple of months. I showed up for my Saturday afternoon shift and Miss Bella, the receptionist, told me that I had a double session with Mistress Trinity to top a dude named Larry. Mistress Trinity was rail thin, covered in tattoos and had a spiky black mohawk. She looked like the female version of Sid Vicious and I was dressed like a college girl in cheap lingerie. I couldn't believe Larry had paired us together for a session. Obviously, he liked variety.


I had never even spoken to Mistress Trinity before that day, because her bad ass looks intimidated me. She was actually quite soft-spoken and she told me that she had sessioned before with Long Balls Larry. That was his nickname around the dungeon, as he had a extraordinarily low hanging nutsack.  All the girls had seen them at one point. She said he was into CBT and that I should just follow her lead. I tried to get more info out of her, as I had never done CBT before, but she was so blase about the whole thing and didn't say much.

Long Balls Larry had a lazy eye and was in his 50's. He stripped and lay on the ground. Mistress Trinity stood over his body and pressed her booted foot (both of us had been instructed by Larry to wear boots with stiletto heels) on top of his penis, pushing it against his torso. Then she took her foot away and motioned for me to do the same. I was afraid and unsure of how to do it. I tapped my boot against his soft penis. He looked bored. Then I took a swift kick to his cock and he moaned and wiggled. He was happy. Only one thing was going through my head - I can't believe a man is paying me to do this. 


After a bit of that, Mistress Trinity ordered Long Balls Larry to sit up, with his legs spread apart.  Then he lay his cock and balls flat out on the ground between his open legs. Mistress Trinity took the heel of her boot, positioned it right in the middle of one ball and leaned into it! I stood there stone faced, because I didn't want them to see how shocked I was. She was putting all of her body weight on this guy's nut!  The look on Long Balls face was a combination of euphoria and agony. Then it was my turn.

I had never inflicted such pain on a man before and I worried that it may be against my nature.  I grew up with a younger brother, and I could always exert my authority over him by threatening a kick to the groin, but I never actually went through with it. I guess, as a little girl, I was more into the psychological torture than the physical.


I stepped up to Long Balls Larry's long balls. It was starting to make sense to me. His long balls were a byproduct of the years of hardcore CBT. Many great Mistresses before me had stepped on these balls and many other Mistresses would do so for years to come. It was like I was getting ready to squash an institution. I placed the heel of my boot in the middle of his sack, I held my breath and balanced all of my body weight on the heel. And something happened that I never expected to see at that moment. His cock went from flaccid to rock solid. I exhaled. A boner! A sure sign that I was doing good!


Before our session was over, Mistress Trinity asked me if I was up to kicking him in nuts a few times. Yes, yes, yes! I was on a power trip and torturing Long Balls was getting addicting. He kneeled with Trinity standing behind him so he could brace himself during the kicks. I kicked him in the crotch 10 times, over and over, with my right foot.



Long Balls Larry tipped us an extra 50 each and went on his way. When I took off my boots I saw that I had a faint purple bruise on the top of my right foot.

Going to prison has never been this sexy.

Who likes pain? You do!

A young man pulled up to the dungeon on a motorcycle last Sunday afternoon. He requested a warden/prisoner roleplay, with me as the warden. I put on my black thigh high boots because that seemed to me like something that a sexy warden character would wear in a porno.

I handcuffed Biker Boy and pulled him over to the bondage table. Then I checked him out a little bit. He was in his 20's and had a nice head of dark hair and big dark eyes. I pulled his hair and slapped him in the face a few times. I asked him if he was remorseful for the crimes he'd committed.

"No. Let me go and get back to your lip gloss."

Biker Boy was a sassy submissive and wasn't going to make it easy for Warden Sophie! I took the cuffs off and made him strip. I pushed him down on the bondage table and he struggled a little, but not so much that I couldn't strap him down. That's when the real fun began. I clipped my clamps to his nipples and tied up his cock with shoelaces. I twisted and pulled on the clamps, but I didn't take them off. I stood up on the bondage table with one foot on each side of his body. I held on to the bars (we have bars hanging from the ceiling over the bondage table, like the bars that hang over a message table in order for the therapist to safely walk on your back). I used my foot to press his erect cock against his stomach and then I put my full weight on it. I demanded that he tell me he was a sad sorry criminal. He shook his head and said "Never!" I couldn't let the prisoner get away with such audaciousness so I straddled his legs and kneed him in the nuts. He moaned. Then I removed the clamps, which is actually the most painful part of playing with nipple clamps. A little more nipple torture, a little more CBT, and then our time was up.

He left and I stayed inside to straighten up and change back into my civilian clothes. When I was leaving I ran into our Madame. She said that she saw Biker Boy practically skipping off to the parking lot with a huge grin on his face.