Hey wankers -

Well, I’m ready to admit at this point that winter is setting in here So, I’m more inclined to take My workouts indoors, and work My fine ass out at the gym rather than in the woods. I’m naturally very athletic, but of course I have to keep Myself in perfect shape in order to continually dish out beatings on all My subs sorry behinds… and maybe yours as well?

I’ve been feeling a little bit under this weather… I hate winter. However, I may be able to use one of you wankers to help Me get into the spirit of the season – I need a new gym rat! While I do already have a weak-willed fool trying to worm his way into My stable by paying for My gym membership every month, I think there’s still plenty of hot fitness fun to be had before I abandon the gym again in the spring!

First off, I’ve placed a particularly rancid pair of socks up for auction over at ebanned. My current paypig just foots the bill, so My socks are searching for a new home to stink up! I’m sure you’ve noticed how rarely I place auctions these days… what I’m really looking for is a kinky and committed footslave who is ready to spoil Me every month, and get My spoiled socks in return, perhaps more if I feel so inclined, and even more if you’re close enough to lick the sweat from My soles. Much more if you happen to have a well equipped home gym could support the workouts that My gorgeous Ebony booty craves! Get in touch, you know how.

Since I dismissed My laundry slave, and the potential paypig doesn’t get My soaked sweaty workout gear either, I think I’d like to trade in some of My old outfits for new. A Goddess such as Myself should be beautifully attired at all times, don’t you think? I’m a big fan of these sets, so I’m thinking it would be wonderful for both of U/us if you sent Me a new set, and I sent you one of My old, worn-out, unwashed sets in return. A great idea, don’t you think? I thought so

Hello piggies -

While I’ve previously stated My preference for leather, I must admit that I have a soft spot in My closet for latex as well! Leather is something I love for the feel of the skin itself, as it warms and molds nicely to my body and I stay mindful of the fact that I’m wearing someone else’s hide. Latex is something entirely different. It’s unnatural, and looks supernatural! It does become more pliant from the warmth of my body, but I never feel it ease over my contours like leather does. It’s nonporous, so instead it pulls me unyeildingly into it’s predetermined shape, helping me to take on the form of my choice in a flawlessly shiny fashion It’s unnatural, and looks supernatural! I was originally ambivalent about latex, but I suppose I’ve actually become rather fond of it over the years… of course, the gentle encouragement from one very insistent rubberboy has helped that quite a bit. Before I took him on years ago, I had just *one* shiny black latex bodysuit that I figured was fit to satisfy my occasional craving for the smooth, tight perfection. I loved putting it on, squeezing it over every inch of my body until it sucked me in tight, and feeling my skin grow wet underneath while I allowed a lucky boy the privilege of shining up the exterior over my posterior. Fun times! I kept it powdered and clean, carefully zipped away in it’s own black garment bag (come to think of it, I could use several more of those now) for safe keeping.

Then I met rubberboy (don’t blush now, dear – your cheeks should only be red when I slap them), pig of few words and even fewer when gagged, who apparently thought that I deserved many more options than just that one, plain black jumpsuit. Now, my still modest latex wardrobe includes a stunning white ball gown, two exceptionally erotic nurse’s uniforms (I adore medical play, and I’m actually trained in the more traditional aspects of medicine), a pile of lingerie pieces, and my favorite – stockings. All gifts for me, but of course the real treat is for rubberboy, as he gets the tactile treat of polishing My gorgeous rubber body once I’m dressed, and cleaning these incredible garments once I peel them off of My even more incredible skin! However, I’m teaching the selfish brat to share, so I’d certainly enjoy teaching another rubber boy to polish a Goddess…

I’m sure he’d be much relieved if you brought your own rubber gifts to practice on, and of course I’d appreciate the gesture too. I would especially love to see the following

Hey piggies -

Hmm… I didn’t mean to ignore you boys for so long, but the weather’s been beautiful and I’ve been out having fun. I’m sure you wouldn’t dare hold it against me Aside from a handful of sessions (I really don’t take on more than 2 a week during the summer, so you simply have to wait your turn), I’ve also found time to list a handful or two of ebanned auctions, for all you boys who are not quite close enough to kneel down and kiss My feet in person! I still have one pair of sandy, salty sandals to get rid of from this year’s beach season, grimy from being strapped to my girly feet for a number of years – you’ll see those up for auction in the next week or two, most likely. Unless one of you especially anxious wankers wants to grab them right now? Email me, and maybe I’ll let you beg for them.

While you’re at it, let’s hear you start begging me to tell you the story of my session last night. One pathetic little piggy is out there begging me *not* to tell, lol. As a few of you know and I’m sure most of you suspect, I’m quite the outdoorswoman, and I’ve been working my feet so terribly hard all season with tons of hiking, swimming, and tanning on the beach (sand is hell on a pedicure), and this week they’ve finally decided to tell me that they’ve had enough. Aching arches, seriously! So, I was honestly a little bit relieved when one of my favorite toesuckers requested a session, and asked to reserve me a suite at my favorite Boston area hotel.

When I arrived, I found him waiting and ready for me, wearing only his slave harness and the custom collar I had made him order especially to wear in my presence – black pigskin  leather with the title “Maxine’s Toesucker” riveted around it in metal letters. Apparently he had spent his idle time in the room decorating for me, as plenty of candles flickered from every surface, and the bath was already full and bubbly, with a globe of Seraphim sitting on the ledge. I had already told him that my feet needed some attention, and I could see that he was eager to oblige. Hmm… guess how I could tell?

I kept him kneeling at the edge of the bath, and placed his blindfold over his eyes, and in the darkness he knew that I was undressing in front of him. As I disrobed, I realized that I had forgotten to bind his hands behind his back, just in case he suddenly developed the gall to reach out and try to feel around blindly! I retrieved a pair of soft cuffs from my bag and bent over him to put on the restraints, not quite caring that I let some of my soft skin brush against him. Naked, I slipped into the bath hiding my perfect body beneath the bubbles, and told the toesucker to stand with his back to me so I could remove his cuffs, and then gave him permission to take off his blindfold. There was a look of mild disappointment in his eyes at having missed the sight of my glorious curves, but it disappeared instantly when I lifted my feet out of the warm water and draped my legs over the side of the tub.

Again he dropped to his knees, and asked for permission to touch my feet. The water was quite relaxing, but my feet were still so tense that I didn’t want to deny him for much longer. He took my right foot in both of his hands, and rubbed my moist foot gently, running his thumbs under the ball of my foot, around my arch, on either side of my heel, and slowly harder and harder until he was kneading away every ounce of tension from my foot and ankle. My other foot was almost jealous! I pulled my right foot away, and he quickly moved onto the left, carefully massaging it as he had the first. It felt so good I could have let him go on all night… but I knew that he wanted more. I told him to take a seat on the edge of the tub, and placed both of my heels in his lap so that he could continue. I could feel his enthusiasm throbbing hard under my heels, and so I slowly lifted one foot to his face, and commanded him to lick my toes, which he did with great relish, sliding his tongue along the base of my toes and between each one, taking them into his mouth as he still insistently squeezed and rubbed my arch. smooth and wet with is saliva, I brought my foot down from his lips and back to his lap, running my sole across his inner thigh while I allowed his tongue to taste the other foot. His eyes pleaded with me while he was pleasuring my feet, and I knew just what he wanted… but of course he couldn’t ask, not with my foot in his mouth and all!

Wow, the poor little footboy is probably squirming in his seat right now, hoping that I won’t kiss (or whatever) and tell! I’ll leave the rest of the evening to your imaginations – but it’s probably much dirtier than you cumbrains could ever hope for, lol.

Mistress Maxine

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Today I decided to break out the saddle soap and do all of my leather laundry. Yes, I know that that task is normally reserved for you boys, but you weren’t here and so… nothing says I “can’t” do my own laundry, right? I didn’t think so. Besides, you know how hard I would beat your sorry ass if you did such an important job improperly? Very, very hard… you might not even have an ass to beat after I’m done with you!

I love wearing leather… the thought of wearing someone else’s skin just does it for me, as do all the little details – the rich smell that intensifies as it warms up to my body, the feel of the natural material stretching across my curves, and the subtle shine, so much more sophisticated than vinyl and latex. It’s a wonderful feeling, and I’m sure you can agree! I’ve seen the way so many of you welcome the sting of my leather riding crop, and the smack of a leather clad hand on your face.

I have plenty of leather (which made for a fun few hours of washing), but there are still some things that I would love to see in my collection., clothes that I would enjoy wearing, and toys that I would love to wield. Think about how happy you’d make me if you bought them for me!

• I already have an underbust black corset… but it isn’t Vollers! I would so love to see if this one suits me better.
• I love the way this dress laces all the way up the back… almost as much as I’m sure you’ll love lacing it!
• Sure, it’s summer now, but it never hurts to plan ahead. And this is an amazing sale – you’d best take advantage of it!
• I could especially use these in chocolate, as I have a chocolate brown leather skirt that needs to be accessorized
• I’m usually skeptical of bdsm gear made by lingerie companies, it rarely holds up to *real* use* but, I think this one will smack you quite nicely – we’ll see who gives out first, you or the whip!
• Horses always get the best stuff, don’t they? Well, maybe if you get one of these I can finally get that pony that I’ve always wanted

Not that I care much, but I figured I’d ask out of politeness, since I’m just so courteous like that, lol As you may be able to tell from the ridiculous emoticon, I am in a very very good mood this evening. Why? Because I spent my afternoon, and the greater part of the evening, with a surprisingly attractive slave boy who I haven’t seen in quite some time.

Well, that’s not quite true. I had seen him a handful of times, but in fairly social settings – not the kind of places where I could just order him to strip down and display his ass for me. I mean, I *could* have, and he probably *would* have, but I really don’t like to draw so much attention to myself, lol. People already stare as it is, just as you’re staring at my golden ass over there in the sidebar right now. Even at kink-friendly gatherings (join my mailing list if you’d like to know which parties I attend, as I no longer publish my calendar here), I tend to stay away from PDA. For the most part. If you’re lucky enough to know me, you know that there are exceptions to all of my rules. Almost all, lol.

Giggliness aside! You want the juicy details, don’t you? I’m sure the poor boy, we’ll call him buttboy, will be so mortified to read the blow by blow account of his naughtiness here, for all of you to leer at and jerk over, objectified like two disembodied bouncing buttocks. And I’ll bet you’re just as jealous as he is embarrassed, lol. I know you know how to fix that… that is if I’ll accept your tribute and audience.

After my shower, I dressed myself in a black satin set that I love so much, and slipped a pair of stockings up my smooth legs. They were new stockings, and I enjoy them so much more than I thought I would – soft fishnets with black satin and lace tops. I moved a few of my favorite toys into the top drawer for easy access, as well as a gigantic bottle of lube (one never wants to run out), put on some of my favorite music and took my time relaxing until the phone told me he was on his way in. The clock pointed out that he was perfectly on time, anxious to see me! I threw on a matching black satin robe, and opened the door for him.

It was very hot outside, so I immediately showed him to the shower, where he obediently stripped and stepped inside. I did watch to make sure that he was washing properly, and despite the fear of ruining my lingerie (no fear, you boys on ebanned will gladly take whatever I destroy!), I did reach in to inspect certain areas to make sure that his hygiene was up to my standards. As I was giving him the once over, I couldn’t help but admire his wonderful ass, so I gave that piece of him the twice over, maybe three times. When he was undeniably clean, I let him turn the water off, threw him a towel and went into the boudoir.

On second thought, maybe I won’t share the dirtiest of details with you, it seems a shame since things have gotten so clean up to this point! But I will tell you that the rest of the evening involved some heavy spanking, a little bit of smothering, and a huge silver dong… oh yes, and lots of lube Looks like buttboy’s secrets are safe with me for just a little bit longer…

Of course you have, I’m sure!

Summer has been wonderful for me, a much needed stressless season after a pretty challenging year. No complaints (my life is so awesome, lol), but definitely enough interest elsewhere to pull my attention away from my public persona for a while… and to be perfectly honest, I have actually rather enjoyed the peace, quiet, and privacy. I’ve been keeping myself thoroughly entertained with those of you lucky enough to have already earned my audience, but still there’s something missing… I crave fresh meat!

So, I’ve decided to poke back over here and see what you wankers have been up to while I’ve been away, lol. I do hope you boys have been good! And I’m sure you’ll want to continue being good for Me, won’t you?

You may notice that I’ve posted about a handful of things on ebanned over the past week or so… I may keep doing that for a little bit. My mailbox is constantly full with new gifts coming in and I’m very happy, however my dresser is also very full. So, I’m over there clearing out – and having a little bit of fun with you kinky creeps while I’m at it! I wouldn’t mind if you dropped me an email if you’re hoping to find something special over there, but things generally get added at their own pace. I’m not at anyone’s beck and call, you know.

Generally though, most of my matters are handled in private, as with all things. Unless you have a desire to broadcast your devotion to the world (which makes me feel equal parts flattered and annoyed) then we can keep our secrets to ourselves. I don’t need to own everyone, just you. Once you convince me that you’re good enough! On that note, there are no socks up for auction until the end of the summer, but you may notice that the human dumpster that I kept feeding for a year has now been dismissed – so you boys can fight for the right to take out my trash again

Haha!

It’s coming, it’s coming… don’t rush me. I *hate* that.

Mistress Max