Mistress Sharina Nicole goes to Las Vegas!: Dominatrix & Foot Fetish Trample Queen Superstar Sharina Nicole in Las Vegas, Nevada!

Mistress Sharina Nicole in Las Vegas, Nevada

October 28, 2009 - November 1, 2009

I will be in Las Vegas, Nevada for several days, so if you have been craving a foot fetish, trampling, or domination session with me, but haven't been able to come to Minneapolis, Minnesota, now is the time . . .

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December 2, 2002

Looks like today is the day My site turns over 200,000 visitors!As I view the counter, it is currently at 199,998. I wonder who will be the 200,000th visitor? My suspicion would be that it is someone who has enjoyed my site before and has come to revisit to get a little fix for the day...or possibly a novice surfer perusing for the first time wondering what My world is like.

In celebration of having you peek into My world...I would like to thank you for all the many wonderful times we have shared together. For the sessions that have been generated, that have not only been sessions for you to experience, but sessions through the course of time that have taught me new things. Through your fantasies and proclivities to BDSM I realize that anything is possible and begins with just one thought brought into action.

I also would like to thank those whom I may never see. Who view this web site through the eyes of wonder and who feel a kinship to the stories and thoughts I share. I get letters from many people from far away lands, and yet I see the similarities. On occasion I have even received a letter in German or French. Luckily, I have been able to ask Madame C to translate such letters...

Lastly, I would like to mention the gifts I have been so blessed to receive. These gifts have come to me in the form of a words of thanks as well as compliments to my style of BDSM. I have also received tokens of appreciation in the mail very much to my surprise, by those who know they will never be able to see me in person, but who would like to send something for my enjoyment. More things for me to treasure...

As I look to the future, I see another New Year approaching filled with many memories to be made. I am grateful for the people in my life who support me in my goals, dreams, and aspirations. I'm not in this alone...we're all in this together. For this, I thank you.

200,015 and counting.Welcome to My world!

M Sharina Nicole

December 1, 2002 When I was a little girl I asked my brother if he was happy to be a boy. He stopped for a minute and then said a matter of fact "Yes." At the same time I waited for the answer I was thinking that I should answer this question for myself, but my brother in his innocent and simple wisdom asked me the same question. "Are you?" "Mmmhmmmm...of course." In answering the question, I heard a small voice in the back of my mind respond, "Are you sure?" Well, for several weeks I pondered that question and I came to the realization that yes, I was happy as a girl, and wouldn't mind knowing what it would be like to have a real penis and maybe fuck girls sometimes.

I have always enjoyed feeling my femininity and Goddess like qualities. I have never envied being a man, although borrowing a real live penis would be a dream come true. I can have the next best thing and that would be my beautiful collection of strap on dildos. With the right one, I can emulate the feeling of erection and orgasm by allowing my bladder to be filled just enough to feel pressure and to insert a small vibrator into the base of some of the Vixen dildos that are made in this particular way. In addition, some of you are aware that I posses one that ejaculates and find it exciting to ejaculate or piss onto the face or body of my slave. But it is not the same as having a real penis. My one and only sadness is that I will NEVER, no matter how hard I try, be able to fully experience the intense pleasure of penetration. Feeling my cock inside a mouth or when the tip is pressing up against a woman's lubricated clit hood just before it enters her body. To know exactly that feeling of having my penis engulfed all the way around by a soft and warm body as it thrusts in and out climbing to a euphoric orgasm!

Which brings me to another thought. What is it like to answer the question, "Am I happy to be the sex I am," with a "no?" What then? Do we hide who we are only to share it with a confidant who can be trusted? Who can be trusted? When do we get to live our lives the way we feel most comfortable? What do we do when the risks outweigh the benefits? The loss of friends, family, jobs and careers? What would it be like to be free?

I am lucky to have some very courageous people in my life. Certainly the idea for some to come all the way out of the closet, may be too much. So we find ways to have it all. It amazes me that although we have made progress, there are just certain lifestyles that make people feel uncomfortable, or for that matter, judgmental. Further, it doesn't change who this person is inside, only their come from.

It has come to my attention that there are areas in the world where sexual reassignment clinics are performing up to 3 sex change operations a day. This information is amazing to me because this type of surgery isn't like having a face lift. It is changing the hormonal nature of who you are. The commitment is quite an undertaking with the prescriptions of hormones and psychological counseling that is most important to this process.

I remember when I was 21, I met a woman I knew was a transsexual. She was amazing because when I was with her, I could see the courage it took for her to live her life and move forward in dignity and respect. She liked to be with me <so I found out from someone who explained it to me> because I exemplified femininity. She was learning how to be a female from being with me. Her name was Vanessa. She was tall, slender, sweet and brunette and at the time in her late 20's. She tried to kill herself as a male several times because she was so unhappy. She actually confided that she felt like a woman trapped inside the body of a man. Her journey from male to female probably didn't differ from many other stories from those in the same position, but nonetheless, there she was with me in the front seat of her Limousine on our way to Las Vegas to have a little fun and I felt honored to be with her. We held hands as she confided her story to me. I can remember looking at her and studying her face wondering how much pain she had been in to have come this far and survived...She still had a long way to go, but she was making progress from day to day and from experience to experience. Little did I know that my life would be touched so many times in my life by these wonderful people, male, female...changed or not.

I notice slight differences from cross dressers, to transvestites, to transgendered, only in the varying degree of how this lifestyle is incorporated into each individual life. What remains the same to me is how important being the opposite gender than the one you came in with from birth is to each person. That dressing up and being male or female is as important as the air that keeps us alive, even if it is for a brief time. In fact there are many cross dressers who feel the need to purge this out of their system because they don't fit into society and the life style is not accepted. All the clothing, make up, lingerie, breasts, wigs and shoes are thrown into a bag and driven to the nearest dumpsite and purged. What ends up happening for most is that little by little the need overcomes them and the dressing up begins again. The itch has to be scratched! Along with this secret lies torment, guilt and shame. So what happens when the compulsion to dress overtakes us?

Something takes over during the process of transformation. Transformation to me, is a wonderful process. I watch as I create not only a whole new look, but an entirely different sex. Over the years I have enjoyed performing my own sexual reassignments and have marveled not only at the result, but who this person becomes. I have seen this transformation occur in people I have known slightly to very well. If you live here in the Twin Cities, you may be familiar with the magazine Lavender. This is a gay, lesbian, bi, and transgendered friendly magazine and deals with many issues including a wonderful column on leather life written by a man named Steve Lenius. On the cover just a short time ago there were several pictures of a male to female. When I first met her, she was not always dressing up as a woman. For her, this was something that became more prevalent later on in her life. Now, she is living her life happily as a woman. Another miraculous gem in my life is transforming from female to male. I marvel at the courage and commitment he has to live his dreams. It had been a while since I had seen him and I knew he was taking hormones. As he opened his mouth to speak, I heard a deepness in his voice I had never heard before. His voice had changed...I look at him totally different now. One of the side effects from taking testosterone is an increased sexual drive. Whenever I see him, I just want to put my bottom up to his cock...his energy is INTOXICATING! Hormones are wonderful drugs. Did you know that when a woman is ovulating a man will gravitate to her? I suppose it is like mating rituals in the wild kingdom...Then there is Eva the slut. She is a pain slut and well, a slut. I remember when I first saw my little Eva. I was the first dominatrix she had ever seen professionally. She didn't know how to dress and as a matter of fact she had no clothing of her own. Now she has silicone breasts, lingerie, wigs, the highest of heels that only a slut would wear...and make-up! The first time I saw her, I spent a little extra time with her. Whenever I transform someone, I take a good look as the process unfolds and I then give them a name. It was then, that Eva the slut was born.

And then there is my friend Ms Patris. As you know, she is my TV friend, and I have been fortunate to have a very special friendship with her. I support her in who she wants to be no matter what, and I love her dearly. I always see her "Patris" side even when she is in her male business attire...It comes with a giggle or a roll of the eyes or maybe a little hand gesture, but I see it always and feel it is always present. I know that there are people in her life who may never know her as Patris, but I do...Patris has undergone quite a transformation. I tease her now about how almost everything she wore was see through and exaggerated. Long blonde curly hair, long nails, 7 inch platform heels, thick eyelashes, big breasts with hard plastic nipples...It wasn't the fact that her dressing in see through clothes was unacceptable to me at all, it was when she would choose to wear these clothes I found troubling. You see, as a female myself, there is a certain decorum or acceptance of certain types of clothing that when worn makes it appropriate. I would never wear my risqué domme clothing where it was inappropriate like to a Farmers Market, or to the beach...or even in broad daylight. What I wanted her to understand was that if she wanted people to take her more serious, she would need to dress more conservative. So she saved the brilliant wardrobe for more appropriate times, like in the evening and at certain events. From her, I learned that the need to be accepted and loved is enormous. I feel the apparent reason for dressing in a manner that may seem inappropriate is that in order to feel like a woman, some male to females feel the need to exaggerate feminine qualities in order to feel their femininity. Patris still wears big hair, but is unbelievably beautiful, stylish and glamorous! Sure, she saves the false eyelashes for evening wear, but I must admit, since dressing like a glamorous trans for Halloween, (and Ms Patris taught me everything I needed to know) I have been turned on to the joy of dramatic make-up and thick false eyelashes! Wait until you see the pictures...see through dress and all. I loved it!

In a nutshell, I simply love and adore these people. I have been blessed to take a peak into their lives. What is it like to not feel right in one's own skin? Some of us were just lucky to be born the sex we are happy with and for others it has been a challenge. Acceptance and gratitude are always the key. We accept ourselves for who we are and others will too. And if they don't, that's okay too because we are the light that shines the way and sets the example for unconditional love. It runs both ways...

So be glamorous and love yourself and then of course you will be able to spread the love!

M Sharina

November 14, 2002

Back from LA with a few little goodies in my bag, a couple of fond memories and a case of vertigo...There is nothing quite like the idea of putting a single tail in my tightly clenched little hand while I close one eye and listen to the whirl of the cracker against the bottom of My Ms Eva! The vertigo actually started coming on while I was about to begin a session with my favorite pain slut Eva! <I always feel compelled to put an exclamation after her name because if you met her, you would most certainly know why> I get this strange affliction every now and then and I must say, it is the most insidious of afflictions...It makes my head twirl about. See? I still have a touch left as I find it miserable to stay on track. It's like vertigo ADD...Okay, back to LA.

What did we do the minute we picked out our car and found the freeway to West Hollywood? We went shopping of course! Ms Patris and I went back to our hotel where she wanted to freshen up. Well, actually, she wanted to throw herself into a fresh pair of panties, some make-up and a wig. I looked at her puzzled..."But honey, the stores all close at 8 and it is 6:47 right now!" She knew I was right...we needed a shopping fix! We looked at each other and blazed a trail to the car and sped away to Hollywood Boulevard! What we found when we got to Hollywood Blvd. was this huge carnival! It was set up right in the middle of the street. I suppose Halloween is really REALLY BIG in this town! Guess what? The stores were open till 9 and 10! Yippeeee! After buying a couple of things, we went to our favorite Thai Restaurant. It is called The Palms. It is located on Hollywood Blvd. and every evening you can see Elvis! Elvis is Thai here at The Palms, but if you close your eyes, you can just swear that Elvis is in the room...no kidding. This place is famous for their Thai Elvis, not to mention their food is supreme. Nothing in the world like authentic Thai food. Ms Patris knows her Thai food. She spent some time in Thailand and will be going for a visit very soon.

We decided to go out that evening...of course, what else are two fabulous sistahs going to do? We hit the road for The Queen Mary. This place is a seasoned bar with a tranny flare. Where else would I take my tranny sistah? The bar was quiet and not many people there, but not only was it Karaoke night in the front bar, but there is this wonderfully warm and quiet place in the back. The bartendress Goddess is this very bright, bubbly and sweet woman. her name is Laurie. She remembered us from the last time we came to LA. Of course who could forget the sistahs? We do make an entrance and when we leave, they never forget us. I think it's our style...the glamour, the PIZZAZZ! (The insane laughter...)

The back bar was pretty quiet so I took some dollars over to the brightly lit Juke Box off the dance floor. I'm not sure if it was the Absolute Citron that made the moment so sweet, but while standing in front of the music box, I sorted through all of the tunes. One's I picked? Well, you know how I adore all kinds of music...

Thursday we shopped the streets of Hollywood Blvd., Santa Monica Blvd. and Melrose...by the time we hit The Palms, we were in an endorphin zone equivalent to jumping off a cliff. We made it back to the hotel where we briefly sorted through all of our things and then I decided it was time to take a hot bath. Ms Patris napped and when I came out of the bath, it was her turn. Dressing was time consuming as we artistically applied the first layer of spackle...As you may know, for Halloween I decided that since I love transvestites so much, I wanted to be one! My wig and my dress belonged to Ms Patris and I wore them proudly. It took much more time to apply the make-up, as being a tranny takes mucho transformation time. By the time we left our hotel room it was 12:30 AM! Thank goodness the bars in LA don't close until 2 AM. In LA, it is one of the biggest events. People start crowding the streets and getting around in cars is a real task! There are literally hundreds of thousands of people everywhere! It's scary! Given our lack of attention to the time...we decided to go back to The Queen Mary. This time it was packed with all sorts of people and our lovely Ms Laurie was there bartending. This woman ROCKS! She is always smiling and lively and serves up a fabulous cocktail. <pssssst! I think she was trying to get the trannies drunk!> By the adornment of our fabulous outfits, we seemed to meet all sorts of nice people. Some of them we had pictures taken with. The evening was almost over when my eyes gazed over my right shoulder and I see this woman in a maid's outfit standing at the top of these stairs. Just like Norma Desmond she slides down with one arm out leading the way and headed right towards me. I smiled, and she walked over and we struck up a conversation. Sandy was with her man Bill <and doctor, I mean a maid needs her doctor!> We found out that we shared the scene together and they invited us out to a private BDSM club called Lair de Sade. Isn't it great that people in the scene are attracted to one another? We must emit some sort of sexuality and charisma! I must say that we couldn't pass up a play time and not only is it a wonderful place to scene, but the people there were all equally as wonderful. I had a nice time driving Ms Patris to tears while her mascara ran a little crazy down her face. I had brought with me some basic equipment, but Bill was kind enough to lend me his entire toy bag. These people were so nice! There were scenes going on here and there. What was nice was that it wasn't too crowded and the play spaces were generously proportioned. The lighting in the one big room made the room warm and inviting. The kitchen had some munchies and the refrigerator was filled with soda and water. This club is private, but if you would like further information you may go to their web site at www.LairdeSade.com. I would thoroughly recommend Lair de Sade as it was the most delightful experience. If we had not had to pack and take flight the next day, we would have been there until the wee hours of the morning.

Ahhhh, nothing like a good session with the promise of Jack and The Box monster tacos for desert. By the time we reached our hotel and chiseled off the make-up...slipped into our jammies and slid between the covers...we were in dreamland yet again.

One evening we were searching for a place to go and have some fun and we passed this one bar that had two signs out in front that read: BOY. Well, I was thinking it must have been some live band that was playing there so we decided to give it a try since we had already been to the Queen Mary a couple of times and we tried another place that was like going into someone's Goth living room with a bar...we perused and then split! So we find this rock star parking space and decide that the Universe wanted us to go here where the signs read BOY. What we didn't know, was that the Universe wanted us to go somewhere we wouldn't get into any trouble! I paid the 14 dollars for both me and the tranny to get in and started to walk over to the bar. As I get through the doorway I see a HUGE room filled with....you guessed it, BOYS! Very young, virginal <no bristley hairs here> soft boys...some with their shirts taken off and others just swankin' around in their skivvies. I notice that I am alone in all this. I am at the bar taking in the view and I'm wondering where the hell my transvestite girlfriend is. Well, several minutes later she strolls up to the bar and casually says, "Sorry hun, they saw me and said I was too good to pass up for a photo or two..." Goodness me, could it be the tranny is popular in these BOYS clubs hmmmmm? Fine honey, order me a drink. So she did and I was most doubtful at getting a good Cosmo here at this place where all the people were in there early twenties. I mean, how much bartending experience could one glean at 21? Actually, I asked the bartendress with pretty brown eyes and her midriff showing, would she not put so much cranberry in it and did she have cointreau. She says yes, I cross my fingers and off she goes to shake and pour. It was one of the best Cosmopolitans I have EVER had! Finally, someone who knows how to follow directions and service with a smile. It ran across my mind that she would make a wonderful little slave girl, but then I would need to find other things for her to do besides making Cosmos, or I would need that 12 step program on the other side of Alanon...

Well, the whole evening was just what we needed. We decided to peruse the strip and see what sort of trouble we could get into. But all we came across was a car full of lovelies I blew kisses at. I took a picture of them and as the flash went off the look of surprise was priceless! They were sweet. Love yah, but the tranny and the domme have to go, Byyyyyeeeeee!

When we got back to the hotel, we both had to pee, VERY badly. It was either going to get ugly or I could come up with a plan so it would be win/win. So Patris asks sweetly...hon? Would you like to go first. No, that's okay hon we can both go at the same time. So while Ms Patris sat on the toilet taking her piss, I <heels and all> stepped up on the sides of the tub and pretended a slave was underneath me waiting and showered the tub with a warm stream of pee. It hit the porcelain with such force it splashed out the sides. I mean not having a slave to dribble on caused quite a hard stream and pounded the porcelain with such force! I loved it. Sometimes I hardly know what to do without my slave beneath me to be my twahlet!

We made it back home if not safe surely not sane. We loved out trip to LA and came back with many fun things to enjoy. We will be baaaaaaack! There will be pictures forthcoming...so look for them soon! Nice memories!

Kisses to all my new friends in LA...


M Sharina

October 30, 2002

I am off on a little vacation with my dear friend Ms Patris. With any luck, the pictures that we will be taking will be posted shortly upon my return...We plan to use this time to shop, dine and cavort! Of course it will be Halloween and parties galore soooo, Mistress Sharina will be dressed to the nines and tens! Who will I be? Can you guess? I will give you a hint. My hair is red and will be piled as high as hair can be. My dress will be a see through pink with ruffles and a long slit up the back...with the highest of heels. My eyelashes will be long and black and my gloves will be up to my shoulders. Ms Patris will be going as her lovely and beautiful self with maybe just a little more of an edge. She has taught me everything I know to dress like a party girl transvestite! (Victor Victoria? A woman pretending to be a man, pretending to be a woman...)

Last week Master Paul and I did a photo shoot with a new slave. The picture content was yummy but the camera was showing some satellite type stars all over the place. I will be posting some of those as soon as we can sort through them.

I have quite a bit to do when I get back. I plan on posting the pictures <finally!> from the last Foot Fetish Olympics. I know you will just love them! Brings back fond memories for me as well as slave mike. A nice story has been written by my slave and will be posted as well.

In addition, I will be receiving two pairs of heels from my trampling slave. One is a pair of bright red pumps and will have the heels replaced with BZ heels. The other pair is a naked pair of sandals where the heels were replaced with something called "shredders." I can't wait to try them out! So another little photo shoot in the works to look forward to.

Well, I guess I'm off! Wish me luck in finding some wonderful items to bring back...and a safe trip wouldn't hurt either. In the meantime have a safe, memorable and <you do some cavorting too...!> colorful Halloween.

Love,

M Sharina

October 29, 2002

When I speak with someone it is always on my mind to engage in conversation for the purpose of connecting. I want to find out as much about what sort of experience in D/s play someone has had as well as what type of a session they are looking to experience. On occasion, there is a communication gap. Sometimes this is in direct relation to the different languages we speak...well not me, I speak English and sometimes, not very well. I make up words...

The first time I spoke with moses such a communication gap was experienced. Due in part to my speaking only one language. I asked moses, what sort of experience he had and what type of session he was looking to experience. "Anything you want ma'am." No, I would like to know what things you would like to experience...I want to know if marks are okay, if I use the single tail on you, to what depth have you experienced this, if at all? Flogging, spanking, sounds, what? So many questions moses seemed unwilling to answer. Now that I look back on this dialog, it was his way of reverently giving himself over to a me, a new Mistress, in order to have an experience. After all, I read bodies very well, and carry an innate sense of intuition, being in the moment and trusting the process is where more of the juice lies.

It was quite sometime before moses was able to schedule a session with me and there were a lot of complications. But as luck would have it...moses was to be my slave if only for a short while.

moses is a very dark complexioned man. I've never played with such black skin before...It was amazing. Almost too difficult to see in the dimly lit room of the dungeon. Quite beautiful and mesmerizing. After warming his body up for some time I decided it was time to use the single tail. This was something he had mentioned to me in his area of experience and seemed like something he might like. I turned on a light behind me as to get a good view of his backside. Tall, slender and gracefully formed, moses offered his body to me. As the tails licked closer to his body I noticed that there was hardly any evidence of my paddle or my floggers having struck his body at all from before. As the single tail whip hit his bottom, there was a flash of white that appeared! That was a nice surprise, a mark. I salivated and my heart felt warm. Another and then yet another, and as each time my single tail hit his body, he yelled, "Thank You Ma'am!" It was the way he said it that made me smile so wide...It was as if it was the very last thing he wanted me to do to him, but reveled in it just the same because he was giving me his body as an offering. The way he said it also lead me to believe that in saying "Thank You Ma'am!" it took some of the pain away...

I have only experienced reverence from someone one other time than this, and he wasn't a slave at all, but a severe masochist. That particular scene has defined who I am as a dominatrix as well as a Mistress. I'll tell you about that story a little later...But to continue...moses had that quality of reverence to me. I was quite taken by surprise by it. Our session had ended and moses was very quiet. Although he appeared in deep thought and reflection, I wondered if he enjoyed our scene so I asked him. moses replied, "Yes, ma'am," his accent was so thick it sounded as if he was saying, "Yez Mum." I requested that he send me an e-mail about his experience and he said that he would as soon as he could.

Later on that evening I received a voice mail message from moses telling me that he got home safely and that he wanted to thank me for everything. he also said that he would e-mail me as promised and repeat to me the deep regard he has for me as well as pass on the great debt that he felt he owed to me.

It is amazing to me what occurs during some sessions. Something magical...or possibly a void that was filled. I am always honored to be such a part of this spiritual dialog we are capable of having...together.

There are times when I never know who will show up at the door. It is utterly impossible to tell what a person looks like until I open the door. Speaking with someone over the phone is entirely different from who they really are when you put it all together with a face and such. No matter what, I can always tell if I will like someone even before I have seen them in person.

Such as with my new slave david. Bright, intelligent, joyful and all smiles. As I started my session with him, I stood back and marveled at how so many times I often play with a person's spirit and that the body just happens to be there manifesting itself to me in one particular form or another. I equate it to plugging into someone. One can be rather large or quite slender, may be very tall, or somewhat small. These things have no bearing on who they really are deep down inside.

One of the things I love is seeing the differences in powerlessness that occurs while this body, no matter what it's shape is vulnerable and pleading. I see it struggle...resist, become overwhelmed and then with a possible release of sexual energy...come right out of their body.

slave david is one such spirit. he reminds me of a butterfly. Transformation occurs while the body is rendered helpless while being tortured and erotically teased. Quite a wonderful dichotomy so much so that slave david was compelled to express it in poetry. Quite eloquent in his writing to me, I was quite touched and awe struck in his expression.

This is what he wrote:


Reflections Upon Being Deflowered By Mistress Sharina Nicole

Long after the ache of the nipple clamps has subsided
Long after the redness from Her flogging has faded
Long after your smothered breath has been restored
And long after the glorious tingling of your release has ebbed
One thing will remain etched in your conscious
Her eyes
Deep, dark pools that suggest so many things:
Harshness
Affection
Mirth
Disdain
Pleasure
Intimacy
Cruelty
As She mummifies your face in Her transparent wrap
You can't help but sense those eyes piercing your very soul
Watching your mounting fear and labored anticipation
The collar around your neck a reminder that you have given yourself to Her
And that Her control is bringing focus to your empty life.

On that note, I would like to say that amazing things do happen, because you are open to the experience...I am open to every new experience that presents itself to me when I am ready and it is ripe and waiting. And for this...I LOVE!


M Sharina

October 10, 2002

As a Mistress, I have the most wonderful time watching people bloom like flowers...The mere idea that I have a virgin to S/M right in the palm of my hand is quite special. I think of all the Mistresses who may have offered this introduction into the scene, and how although there are a lot of Mistresses out there who are true to the lifestyle and the craft of domination, there are also those who are in reverence only to the financial exchange that being a Mistress lends.

If I session with a person who has had a previous bad experience, I still refer to them as virgins because they were not properly introduced to the juice of the experience. I don't take a session lightly. I understand that the possibility of saving the tribute out of the wife's grocery money, or taking it out of savings for that rainy day really means something. I mean, you sometimes scrape together what little you have for an experience you hope will be at the very least, something to remember for the rest of your life, and you meet a Mistress who is cavalier...unskilled, doesn't set the scene, one who is careless and possibly dangerous. And heaven knows you try to search for the right Mistress. Someone who will spend the time to understand you and listen to the type of session you are in hopes of experiencing. And if you don't know what you are looking for, you pray that she understands what it is you so desperately need.

Playing with virgins and novices to BDSM is something I enjoy. I am mused by the nervousness of a new client who wonders what he is doing here with me in the first place. Several times over the last few weeks I have heard someone say, "I waited 10 years to do this..." or "I just wanted to experience this before I die." The latter is what slave frank said to me June 3rd when I first spoke to him over the phone. I scheduled Frank for Friday, June 7 and he has been seeing me once a week since then.

When I first met Frank, he was a novice, except for the PES electrical unit he had been playing with by himself. From the moment I touched him, I could see that he was open to experience. Not only was he open and responsive, but this was something he needed. Little by little Frank became slave frank and now wears one of My collars. slave frank has been seeing me every week since his first session and I would definitely call him a seasoned player as I have been able to work his body in the most sadistic yet erotic ways possible. I have severely flogged and spanked him as well as using this wonderful leather strap I adore. he has suffered My single tail whip, and his nipples have been temporarily pierced. I have hung the heaviest weights on his ball sack as well as his nipples and put him in full mummification wrap while tormenting and erotically teasing his cock. slave frank is not so much a submissive, but a slave to My sadistic sides. he will take whatever I am in the mood for because he knows that in the end he is powerless to Me anyway...

It's like this...The room is cast with a warm hue of blue. So blue you're not sure if the color is black...or dark blue. Haunting, but you feel safe. Every step you take you realize your power is being stripped away. Your identity is lost as your Mistress explains what the collar represents...ownership and obedience. The collar is placed around your neck and securely locked. Who you were before is completely lost and you are in the hands of your Mistress. A blindfold is placed securely around your eyes while all distractions disappear.

I see this body in My collar, naked, vulnerable and trusting. I ask My new slave to be present 100 percent and to leave problems outside the door as they can be picked up on the way out. I slowly start to play with this body. I want to wake it up. Everything I do is an introduction to something bigger and more intense. I work with the body watching for breathing patterns and gritting of teeth...or possible drooling. I touch the genitals at such a point of surprise I have been told it feels like two people were in the room. The elements I work with are ones of eroticism and pain. When the body experiences both, the brain is in a quandary and tries to pick one. Usually, the most erotically stimulating is where the mind chooses to go. But because endorphins are released into the body...the mind sometimes chooses to allow the pain. In between both worlds lies BLISS. If one allows the body to be stimulated painfully...bliss occurs. Why? Because the body while becoming warm feels drugged. Simple and sweet.

I remember my very first flogging. I was at a convention called Living in Leather that was being held in Dallas, Texas. I met a slender English man. He was dressed in full latex pants and shirt. We chatted and he asked if sometime I would like to play. One evening I got such the opportunity. I was meandering around and we were watching some of the scenes that were going on in the open dungeon and I was able to watch him very skillfully flog this woman. Later on he asked if I would enjoy a flogging...I said, "Yes, of course!" I stood up against one of the crosses with my back exposed beautifully to him. From this experience was where I learned how to lovingly flog a person and take them to heights they have never known. He was able to warm me up quite nicely and I remember thinking..."Okay, you can go harder...I'm waiting...pleeeeaaaasssse!" Little by little the flogging became more and more intense. I started feeling a warmth on my bottom and backside and my body started to feel like it was floating. I remember my bottom started dancing back and forth. He took a wide, silk scarf and would brush it up against my back lightly. The scarf was soft and cool. His fingers would gently stroke both sides of my ears. At that point I was probably drooling. I loved the feel of his fingers feeling my warm flesh as it was beginning to respond nicely. He asked how I was doing and I remember saying, "Great." I don't think I could have put more than 2 words together in a sentence...I was in a zone. He asked me to tell him on a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being most intense, how I was feeling. I gave him a 5. "Would you like me to step it up a bit?" "Yes," I replied. He explained that he was going to flog me a little more and then he was going to give me 10 very hard strokes of the flogger. He explained he would stop anytime I wanted, and would I agree to that. "Yes," I replied. He flogged me for several minutes warming me up even more and then calmly asked, "Ready?" "Yes," I replied. "Here we go..." He proceeded to flog me very hard. So hard in fact, I thought I wouldn't be able to take all of it. But I realized that in order to keep the sensation I had and to have it even more, I was going to need to deal with this sort of pain no matter what. Besides, I trusted him. I also knew that there were a certain number of whacks I was to take and although I could have stopped him at any time, I didn't. I knew that every time I was whacked, that was one less whack I was going to get. When he was finished he walked over to me and stroked my ears all the way to my back. The feeling was glorious! My back was so sensitive it made me tingle everywhere. We were soon finished and he brought me down easy and into a nice space. It was almost time for the dungeon to close as it was about 3 AM. We boarded the bus that took us back to our hotels where we were staying. I felt like I was in la la land...No, I was in la la land! He made sure I got in safely and then we said good-bye. We have lost touch, but had remained friends. He had come to visit me here in Minnesota from Dallas where he lived. I did spy him in a fetish magazine with what looked like a lovely lady and companion...it was nice to see him smile so big!

I will never forget my introduction into that wonderful zone we call sub space. I know in my heart that it was memorable because of the way in which I was introduced. I knew then that I loved it. I have my English friend to thank for that.

Since that time I have had many experiences. What I remember most is the feeling behind each experience. Sometimes when I look down on my restrained or mummified slave, sub or bottom, I think...."Look, this is a human being in my hands..." I see the rare quality of vulnerability in its most raw form. I can take a body wherever it allows me to take it. The most important thing is that you trust yourself and you are open to the possibility of experience.

October 6, 2002

Hello My darlings...Miss Me? I felt it appropriate to leave September 11 as my only diary writing for the month of September. I look at things with clarity in the hopes that closure can take place, but I see it is an ongoing occurrence. I have to stop, because these events that happen, brings to light that people and things come and go, and some things are meant to stay...if not forever in our mind and spirit, but here with us always until we die.

Stay with me through these things...I have some wonderful reflections and stories to tell about some sessions I have experienced over the course of the last several weeks. But this is where my heart lies...in the reflective and philosophical zone. As a matter of fact, at one time I did do some hospice care and it was an amazing learning process not to mention profound. I am still doing research on the subject as I find death and dying to be fascinating.

I have a Labrador Retriever. She is a beautiful dog and tomorrow I will need to put her to sleep. She is 12 years old and blond with a myriad of health problems. She has been living with my dear friend Master Paul for over a year now, and up until last week she has been doing pretty good. She is like the "older sistah" to his brood of dogs. He has two. A pure bred boxer and a German Shepard/Rottweiler mix. Paul and I can see that before she gets to feeling too bad and while she is happy, it is time to let her go. Lexi lives for TREATS! So today when I see her, I have cooked her some beef ribs with lots of garlic and Worcestershire. She will have a cupcake for desert. A few days ago I let her sip on some champagne that my foot slave mike brought for me. I want her last days to be filled with what she loves. TREATS! I know she will not be in anymore discomfort and for that I am grateful. I am also grateful for the support of some wonderful friends who can honestly give me the words and the comfort that gives me clarity to see that this is the best thing, and it is the right time...So say a little prayer for my Lexi sweetie, and for me too.

Lady Diamond Alexi of Hoodie
6~12~1990 - 10~7~2002

September 11, 2002

I was driving home this evening feeling rather happy...mostly to be alive. The song on the radio in my car was playing the tune Crystal Blue Persuasion by Tommy James. Have you ever heard a song that just brings you back to a feeling or a time in your life that because of that moment in listening to the song, you can actually taste and breathe being there? Crystal Blue Persuasion not only brought me back to a time in my life, but as I listened to the lyrics, it brought me into a peaceful place to the here and now. I look back on last year's September 11 and how that day changed all of our lives forever.

I'm not entirely sure what Tommy's Crystal Blue Persuasion is exactly...only that in the moment I heard it my thoughts reflected back not only to my past life, but this last year and how remarkable the nation has become in moving forward. Love is always the answer...and the possibilities are endless. Tommy says, "Love, love is the answer...So don't you give up now, so easy to find. Just look at your soul, open your mind." That pretty much says it all in my book.

Today, September 11, where strength and endurance are the hallmarks we cling to, remember lest we forget a time we thought we couldn't feel any more pain and survive, and yet here we are. Be resolute in the conviction that living in integrity does not tolerate mediocrity.

Light a candle, perform a random act of kindness...whatever we do, will create the context of the life we say we want. The time is NOW.


With Love,

M Sharina

http://www.tommyjames.com/tjlyric.htm

CRYSTAL BLUE PERSUASION

I look over yonder, what do I see?
The sun is risin', most definitely.
A new day's comin', people are changin',
Ain't it beautiful?
Crystal Blue Persuasion

Better get ready, gonna see the light,
Love, love is the answer, that's all right.
So don't you give up now, so easy to find.
Just look at your soul, open your mind.
Crystal Blue Persuasion

Crystal Blue Persuasion, uh huh, it's a new vibration
Crystal Blue Persuasion, Crystal Blue Persuasion

Maybe tomorrow, when he looks down,
On every green field and every town,
All of his children of every nation
There'll be peace and good, brotherhood,
Crystal Blue Persuasion, yeah!
Crystal Blue Persuasion, uh huh.

August 22, 2002

Web Kitty is off to New York to see the Dixie Chicks for two weeks! In the meantime Mistress Sharina will be using her vacation time to rest, relax and create...What will I be creating? Well, my dream is to revamp my web site and have it be a place for delightful creations for true fetishists, novices, and voyeurs. It will be like resting your head on a red satin pillow, closing your eyes and dreaming. Your dreams will be the dreams that stream through my mind and will spring to life in black and white and color. My intention is to establish a relationship as a Mistress with those of you I may never hear from, or for that matter ever see...or torture.

I have a lot of work to do, so bear with me...good things come to those who wait. Besides, excellence is my destination. Which brings to mind the word transformation. In order for transformation to occur, clarity must be present. Clarity is the key that will open the door when the time is right.

What do I think of when my head hits the pillow at night and the room is dark and quiet? Well, I think of shiny spiked needle heels and what damage I can do when I step down and crush what's beneath them. I think of a pretty little catholic school girl over my lap while the palm of my hand feels the heat from what it is hitting. I revel in knowing the powerlessness of a mummified body while it is strapped down like a helpless laboratory animal while I cut out the pieces I wish to play with...I think of eating a human platter decorated with flowers and a feast of edibles. A human sacrifice strapped to a cross... I dream of a black wormy body of latex in a warm bathtub filled with water while my latex booted foot rests squarely on my worm's head. So many things I dream and certainly too many to mention. But all my thoughts are locked away for now...in my head and waiting to come out.

Until then, dream...

M Sharina

August 19, 2002

He was tall and slender with a gentle presence...a charmingly handsome man with the deepest voice. Cle' was a leather daddy and his life touched my life for a brief moment in time. I was introduced to him through Jake who is a friend of mine. When I met Cle' I was struck immediately with his presence. What was so remarkable to me was his vibration. Calm, gentle, kind and graceful. He died recently after a long illness . It was something that was unexpectedly expected. I think deep down inside he knew that his time here was limited, even though he fought the prospects hard and long. But he had a burning desire to see the world and have as many experiences as he could manage during the time he had left. He risked and lost a lot, for the importance it held while his life slowly slipped away.

In his passing, Cle' left a legacy. He will be remembered by who he was being in this lifetime. What he leaves is his essence and love. Which leaves me with several thought provoking questions. Who are we being at any given moment, that either invites others into our world or pushes them away? Are we accountable for what we create? What legacy will we leave and how will others remember us? Is what we are made of destructive, or life affirming? Do we build, or do we secretly tear down?

What was remarkable to me about Cle' was that he was always an invitation...people loved him and wanted to be in his space. We stood in a large circle of 34 people August 18 and lit candles in celebration of Cle's life. This was one of several ceremonies that were held in his honor since his passing. The pictures that were displayed on a table in the middle with ivy and flowers represented who he was in every part of his life...leather included. Which brings another question to mind. What part of life do we hide because society does not accept or approve, or is in judgment for what is portrayed? I know there are situations where we need to protect ourselves and our life styles for what we have at stake. What I am referring to is more like this: Who do we let in? Who do we trust?

Cheers to the remarkable ability of those of us who can open the door to bringing more light into the world by who we are and who we are being. We cross paths with so many people...some live their lives authentically while others are just facades of little human beings who represent what a human being should be but isn't. They play life small. The thing is...these people think they have the ability to fool. They don't. They sit and wonder why they attract broken down relationships, and those who lack the desire to spend any real time with them. It's because of who they are being. <look, your slips showing!...you're dragging strands of toilet paper behind you!...you get the picture, right?> They are transparent and they don't even know it.

How we live our lives AUTHENTICALLY is how we will find the true legacy of what we will be leaving behind when we pass. I believe Cle' lived his life to the best of his ability authentically, and in the end he will leave the legacy of his spirit.

Thank you for your inspiration and who you were in this life time. Cle' you were loved...and you will be truly missed.

Dedicated in loving memory to Cle'
Born May 13, 1963.
Forever with love...and leather.

August 17, 2002

My web kitty is back from a jaunt to New York and ready to post another diary page!

Many things have been streaming through my mind lately and I see a common theme in my thoughts based on observations and experience. Addiction. I know that the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous says that the addiction to alcohol is cunning, baffling and powerful...From my experience, you can suffer an addiction, but the difference between having an addiction and needing to get a grip on your life is the unmanageability it presents when our lives become unmanageable because of it. Addiction can be strong and can run us everyday where we are engulfed by thoughts constantly. Something must be done to satisfy our addiction! This presents itself to the possibility of the unmanageability part of addiction.

As a dominatrix, what I see is many variations of addiction. I see the client who needs to get his S/M itch scratched at least once a year. Then there is my rubber kitty who would like to be in latex bondage 24/7...or the family man who travels on business all over the country seeing a dominatrix in every city, state and country code he can. For one...once a week...for another twice a month. Addiction can be strong, but it inadvertently makes the world more juicy because once you anticipate it, and then wait until you have it...there's nothing in the world like getting what you want when you want it and need it so bad!

My latex pet can spend several hours in the bag wondering when I will come close enough to touch his latex clad body. <I hear her heels, but why is the sound becoming so faint?> Sometimes my foot slave lays on the floor while I rest my feet on his face. The look of shear joy is painted all over it when I move them around to see if he is still breathing. Addiction. Cunning, baffling, powerful!

Let me share a letter with you from my dedicated foot slave mike. This is an example of desperation and addiction...I will preface it by saying that my slave stopped drinking coffee for about a week or less. He was so proud of himself! You know, that he didn't have another addiction to control. That was until I mentioned to him that I had an old pair of shoes I was going to throw away...well, he was a mess. Needless to say, he is back to drinking the Java in the morning and anticipating the next glorious time my feet are over his face....<sigh> he is hopeless. Truly hopeless. <shhhh, that's my favorite part of his addiction.>

Excerpt from Mistress Sharina's letter:
Yes...I notice a little bit more snap crackle in your tone, my caffeine addicted little foot slave. Like that Java....I say have at it, but you really should consider getting rid of that other addiction you have to FEET!

Response from slave mike:
Mistress, Your message implies that i am addicted to feet in general. That simply is not the case. No, it's not just any old feet that i am addicted to. The only feet i am addicted to are YOURS. And surely You must know by now that this is an addiction that i have absolutely no chance of overcoming. It is true...it is a hopeless situation. i am destined to be powerless to this addiction, with no hope of recovery. i am not a quitter, but in this case, i surrender.

With coffee, i have a cup or two, first thing in the morning and i'm fine. There is no craving beyond that. It's more a habit than anything. i don't dream about coffee. i don't sleep with my coffee mug or a bag of coffee beans. Your feet are another matter entirely. The more i get, the more i need. And yes, i do NEED Your feet. i cannot live without them. The withdrawals i get when i haven't worshipped them in some time is beyond description. i think about Your feet all the time. i think about how soft they are...i think about Your pretty little red toes...i think about being smothered beneath them. <my goodness, i'm getting an erection right now just thinking about them!> On the occasions that i do manage to fall asleep, i am sure to dream about them. Mostly they are good dreams, but occasionally i will have nightmares...such as the ones i had the other night, when i dreamt that You were throwing away Your old shoes!! And i have no chance of getting sleep without cuddling with Your sneakers and socks.

Mistress...i am deeply, madly, passionately, unconditionally and hopelessly IN LOVE WITH YOUR FEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Humbly Yours,
slave mike

Now...If anyone has any questions regarding addiction, I suggest you address them in care of Mistress Sharina directly to slave mike. There will be a 12 step recovery program and slave mike will be leading the group on how to manage your own personal addiction, beginning with step number one. I am powerless over...

M Sharina

PS This writing is in no way meant to demean or disparage the concepts of the programs that were created by Bill W. It has allowed many people to live life sanely...including me.

July 26, 2002

I had the most enjoyable session the other day with another Mistress in her dungeon. Her client was to be humiliated, made to grovel, lick clean our dirty feet and have his genitals trampled and his balls crushed with my heels. Well, as luck may have it, <as usual, a slave gives his Mistress something to be punished for, and as I have always said, "The training NEVER ends..."> the slave accidentally orgasmed 20 minutes into our session! I mean who could help it with two devastatingly beautiful Mistresses with an insatiable appetite for torturing like two cats on a mouse. The slave's genitals were in such a position where stimulation was easy from between the legs. The knees were up and the slave's genitals poked through to the back where I sat in a chair lounging and using his balls as my heel rest. The slave's face grimaced. "What's the matter slave?" "I'm going to come Mistress, please, no more!" I immediately took my heels off of his ball sac and penis and put them on the floor to give him a rest. A few short minutes later, I placed my heels directly on the back of his thighs...he immediately started struggling and moving and orgasming all over the place! It was truly an amazing sight! Both of us just watched him in amazement. Well, needless to say, the session wasn't over for us! We had plans...so we made him crawl into the bathtub and lie there. As he looked up at us wondering what his fate would be we stood there making comments and toying with our slave's brain. Then all of the sudden we started to spit at him. One thing lead to the other and before we knew it we were laughing hysterically! I stood up with my feet on both sides of the tub and towering over this poor pathetic little slave! I began to aim at his face. When I missed, I tried harder next time to bingo my target. At one point he was spat upon and the spittle just laid there on the corner of his mouth...Mistress said, "Oh, that's charming..." I started to laugh so hard I could feel myself starting to pee...I knew that was coming sometime later in the session, so I wanted it to be saved for the perfect moment.

I must say, I don't think I have ever laughed so hard during a session. The rapport between myself and the Mistress I was working with was terrific, but the humor in the predicament this slave was in, was undeniably FUNNY! We spat at him for about a half of an hour making comments and laughing. I suppose what was so remarkable was how much I truly enjoyed it! I would move myself closer to him crouching over his body and found different ways to tease him. I don't think he was ever quite ready for it, as he would startle if I made a funny noise as if to spit...ooops, false alarm! I found one really good technique that worked great. I would tower over him and move in a little closer, I would then gather the saliva in my mouth and start to trickle it out...then I would spit it out with force and watch where it landed. I managed to get his upper his upper lip many times and I watched as it sat there in a puddle. We both marveled at how wonderful our skills were for such a simple task.

I have discovered something new about myself. I enjoy spitting into the face of a slave and having him lick it, or open his mouth in anticipation of it falling down his throat. To me...there is poetry in everything.

July 18, 2002

Webkitty has moved to Pittsburgh and will eventually be joining the fun and excitement in the city that never sleeps, New York! I would love to visit New York and go to all those places that scream..."Indulgence! Decadence and frivolity!" Night life never ends there...that's what kitty tells me. Sounds like my kind of place to be if you ask me.

In seeing him pack up his belongings and head out of town, I was awe struck once again by the thought of people whose lives touch our own and how our lives are so much affected by the experience. Kitty is quite an amazing person...he really does have 9 lives, probably 8 after a near death experience back a couple of years ago...but more lives than most cats.

Seems like such a long time ago that we met. You see, I met kitty in a past life and throughout the years he has become my familiar. We will meet in the next life I'm sure and he will be asking me to subjugate him to devious forms of torture he concocts himself in his own mind...Kitty will always be special to me because it was he who introduced me to the fetish of latex. There is absolutely nothing in the world like the fetish for latex. What I have noticed about those who revel in the effects of what being in latex creates, are where the similarities consist of being tortured, smothered and made to endure long periods of time without the possibility of a sexual release or being physically able to escape and being made to suffer it out. I'm sure I have mentioned it before, but I so LOVE looking down at this black shiny creature whose true identity has now disappeared and become inanimate and mine to do with as I please. It has no eyes to gaze into...nor a reliable brain to think, nor a mouth to speak as it is gagged severely and made to withstand the torture of not knowing what it will need to endure next or when it will be allowed to escape!

Kitty introduced me to the beauty, sensuality and the cruelty of latex fetish. When I put on my latex cat suit and I feel the juices swimming between my legs, I know this is something I want to feel forever...When my latex is shined and I am in it, I feel like a Queen. It's something that just can't be helped. I have yet to wear latex panties or a latex cat suit where I haven't pleasured myself to several orgasms as a result of simply being covertly teased just by wearing it. When I can electric shock my kitty while he is in the bag...my heart jumps and it excites me. Sitting over my kitty's head while he has only two breather holes and I am pleasuring myself in a semiconscious state...I suppose one would say that that is very dangerous. I just say it's thrilling. Besides, there's nothing more fun than feeling the powerless struggle of your pet gasping for air while you are having the time of your life. <Maybe that's why I fell off the bed in that London hotel and almost broke my arm. Kitty was all shined up and well...layers of latex and my vibrator and a little Kirshwasser, and Oprah, and there goes the lamp and the lights and the picture hanging on the wall! What a thrill! I would recommend reading My London Story>

Needless to say I will miss having kitty near me as truly there are very few people in the world who can meld with latex the way my familiar can. The times we played were far too few and in between, but the most pleasurable to me. Life works when you keep it simple.

I would like to dedicate a song to my kitty, my friend and familiar. The song is sung by Jennifer Lopez and it is called "Alive".

Fondly,

M Sharina

July 12, 2002

I have a very dedicated foot slave...I'm sure some of you are very much aware of him as he extolls the virtues of his Mistress Sharina every chance he gets. I don't think I have ever met anyone quite so authentically dedicated. Why do I mention this? I received a card in the mail from him today, and for some reason it struck a fantasy. A very simple, not elaborate at all...fantasy.

The card he made himself. On the inside of the card he included several pages of butterfly stickers and three inspirational bookmarks. My slave is aware of the love I have for butterflies because to me butterflies represent transformation and metamorphosis. Often times I see this during the course of a session or with a slave such as my dearest little foot slave mike. Ask him and he will tell you his story, or you can read it on Max Fisch. Transformed is such a little word to use when referring to slave mike. For him, sessions were always about his foot fetish and worshipping his Mistress' feet and nothing else. I would ask him, "Are you sure you aren't into anything else?" I was thinking...please, just a little slave training to spice things up! Maybe just a little bare foot trampling? I used to stand on him in my bare feet and then let him suck on my other foot. I would laugh as I watched him struggle. Sometimes he looked perplexed. Probably wondering, "Why are you doing this?" There were times at the beginning when he would ask to see me for a session and I would feel angry at the fact that what impressed me the most about our sessions together was that it was all about him and his foot fetish! Then one day I planted a seed. While I was towering over him with a foot in his mouth I happened to look over at the cage sitting next to the bondage bed. So I say to him..."I can picture you inside that cage, groveling and desperate, begging me to worship my feet." The reply was..."oh no, I don't think I would like that!" I was at a loss for words ready to give up on him completely or just plain kill him! I was even ready to turn him over to another Mistress, I just couldn't take it anymore! Session after session, trying to figure out more fun ways to restrain him and let him worship my feet. Mind you, not for his sake, but for mine!

Two weeks later I get a call. You have a client who would like to see you, but he would like you to call him first so he may discuss the session with you. Really? Who is it? Mike. I gritted my teeth thinking, what does he want to do, worship my feet for three hours!? Then I thought maybe...just maybe the seed I planted would bare fruit! So I called and the first thing that came out of his mouth was..."I was thinking I would like to have more of a strict Mistress." "Really, Mike, that's great. I think I would be up to that...is that it?" "Well, I thought I would like to eat fruit from your toes." "Hmmmmm, really, ohhh...kaaaay." "...and I'd like you to be really strict." "Oh..kaaaaay, Mike, I think I would be up to that." I was thinking, wow, this is going to be great. I suppose he will either love it or hate it, and frankly I didn't care. I was going to have some fun! So to prepare I brought in strawberries and whipped cream and those little lady fingers and Hershey's chocolate. I brought in champagne for him to drink as I dripped it off of my knee to the tip of my toe. Of course I would be drinking mine out of a glass.

I began the session by having him assume my slave position as I expect a slave to present himself to me, and then I placed my collar around his neck. In wearing my collar, he was to learn what wearing my collar truly meant. I then made him follow my heels to the cage and then I locked him in. I then proceeded to torment him with fruit dangling from my toes. I crawled up on top of the cage as I love the view I get when I see a slave helplessly trapped. I hover like a hawk, as if waiting to eat my prey.

All in all, it was a very good scene...so much so, he wanted more of the same and a little less fruit. I would have to say that the transformation occurred somewhere during that session when I collared him. The feelings I created in him caused him to experience a certain depth of desperation and continues even more intensely to this day. The idea that knowing he may not get what he wants freely torments him. I can't tell you how many times I have seen my slave desperate, only that he exudes desperation at my feet unlike any other scene we ever did before. Because of this desperation, he suffers chronic anxiety. The anxiety comes from the desperation he feels when he is in my presence...and when he is not, it is from the anticipation of being in my presence. A sleepless night before the day of a session and a day off from work the following day to recover from the whirlwind of emotion he feels and this is the way I like it.

My fantasy? slave mike cannot endure any form of cock and ball torment. One time I took a small piece of rope and tied up his cock and balls separating the balls. I then attached a parachute and tied a piece of rope to the ring with the rope tied to the bondage bed. I have never seen someone so sensitive and in almost a state of panic! I don't think he had never experienced such a thing! Well, at the time when I realized his horror, I took the parachute and the ropes off. After all, he had come such a long way and I was so proud of him. On his birthday he was willing to submit to me as far as he thought he could go. That's another story, but in essence he wanted to be broken. Mainly because I explained to him that there would be nothing more powerful on this earth than to worship the ground I walk on after he has been diminished methodically to a puddle of tears. We were both surprised at what he took from me because in the end I beat his bottom black and blue. It was nice, because I had been wearing my boots for sometime while flogging and spanking him, so when he had had enough, I made him crawl over to the bondage bed where I took off my boots and allowed him the grace of which to worship my warm marshmallow soft feet. As it appeared, he was a puddle. Hot, sweaty, shaken and drained.

Did I veer off the path of explaining my fantasy? Of course I did. Sometimes my mind shoots off in so many directions, and thought upon thought is spawned and I can only type so fast! My fantasy, (given that slave mike would do anything for my pleasure and has, including being punished within an inch of a pulmonary...) is to wrap slave mike in pellet wrap tightly, cutting a whole out where his cock lies. Wrap his cock in pellet wrap and duct tape it to the pellet wrap surrounding his body. Take his balls in my hands and methodically pull and squeeze until he screams for mercy. Oh, that's right. I wanted to tape his mouth shut and watch him sweat off the tape...by then, he should be about done.

Sleep tight, my devoted, desperate, and anxiety ridden foot slave...(*evil grin*)

June 27, 2002

I'm in a whirlwind of busy! Is this month almost over? Ahhh, but it's lovely summertime! My latex kitty is having a time of it. My poor little latex kitty web master had the most horrible thing happen...as he was downloading a program, his hard drive went into hyper drive and may as well have blown up! Needless to say we are up and running again...but what a catastrophe!

I must say that I am enjoying this time of year in Minnesota. The days have been sunny and beautiful and when they're not, I hear the rumbling of thunder in the distance and as I'm driving down the road I see the sky light up with the most wonderful hue of flashing light. I love the smell of the earth as faint drops of rain cover the ground. It sometimes causes steam to rise from the green areas where I seem to drive right through it and then back out of it again.

Which brings to mind my little friend in Boston who is quite amusing. The letters he sends to me are filled with his fantasies of some of my favorite things. I read the letter he sent to me today and with much embellishing the vision in my mind is one of luring him into some remote area where there just happens to be a bathtub filled with water. At gunpoint, I order him to slide into this latex cat suit and hood. I take off my dress and expose my own latex cat suit. I grab hold of him and drag him into the tub and while straddling him and holding him down, I start to drown him in the water. While struggling...water is flying everywhere and I just laugh. In fact, the more he struggles, the more I laugh. Since there is very little water for me to drown him in as he has flailed most of it onto the grass...I strap his hands together with latex straps and then his legs. I then drag him out of the tub. I see his limp worm body and I order him to crawl after my heels. I watch him inching his way towards me. I say, "Come on little worm. Would you like a treat?" I see him sniffing the air with the two little nose holes in his hood. I offer him spittle from the palm of my hand. I open the mouth piece and he licks and sucks at my hand. I then unwrap the latex that binds his wrists and ankles together and I order him back into the car where I drive him to my remote torture chamber. This is where he is trained to worship and adore his new Mistress. My methods of training include severe latex bondage where I turn him into my little latex worm. <I already have a latex cat...> he suffers extensive oxygen deprivation and is taught that the air he is allowed to breathe is a gift from his Mistress. My latex worm never knows what it is like to feel the air with his nose or have his skin soothed by the breeze from a window. The time of day or night is unbeknownst to my frothy little pet.

My latex worm has two sets of genitals. I have transformed him into a lovely little hermaphrodite. Sexually stimulated and never allowed to release, my groveling little latex worm is reduced to tears...I sit on his face and smother his tears behind his hood as I hear the sobs from behind his latex gag, I smile contentedly knowing that heart and soul, he belongs to me and will until I choose to release him out of his worm cocoon.

May 30, 2002

Yesterday was my birthday, and I was blessed with the most perfect and beautiful day. I have been born under the sign of Gemini, with my rising sign as Cancer...hence nurturing SADIST. I believe that birthdays are a time for reflection. In looking back, I see where I've been and how far I've come in my life. I am then reminded to ask myself, "What's next?" I can't always see what lies ahead, but with some form of clarity, I move forward in confidence embracing the possibilities. Birthdays are truly a gift in themselves for the ability to contemplate the dynamics of our lives. As I reflect, I see people come and go in my life. I have learned that people come into our lives for a reason, a season, and a lifetime. I just love that. It lends permission of perfection in all the moments shared between us. In essence, we meet, we share parts of ourselves, and sometimes we are graced with experiences that last only moments, while others last until the end of time.

There are many dimensions to who I am as a human being. My sun sign reflects that. I understand the importance of sharing an experience with someone who has entered my world to be in the moment and to see what happens. I intuitively ask myself...what needs to occur so that we may become affected by the experience and become more connected?

I was deeply touched, as I often am with certain experiences I share with the people I meet. A man came to see me for a session. Very tall, broad shoulders, nice face. He likes wearing women's lingerie...he has a beautiful pair of legs that look quite stunning in gartered stockings. He explained to me in so many words that although married, lacked any physical contact with a woman. His wife has no interest whatsoever in being intimate, physically or mentally. I could see how deeply affected he was by the situation. I decided to make this session more conversational and light hearted. He wanted to worship my feet, so I restrained his hands and ankles and stood above him watching as he became totally engulfed. I talked with him about this and that and we laughed. I erotically teased him while he laid there powerless to do anything. The session was very enjoyable as he is such a wonderful and intelligent man. He craved to be appreciated. It amazed me that the intimacy in his life had become quite empty. I looked at his body beneath mine and I marveled at the shape of it and the contradiction of the masculinity and femme clothing brought together and how very sexy it all looked. It reminded me of a postcard I collected in San Francisco. A black and white picture of a dark haired, olive complexioned man, muscle bound and flexing, but in black vinyl, high heeled thigh high boots. <sigh>

When the session had ended and we were standing by the door, he thanked me. He explained that he hadn't laughed like that in such a long time and now he just felt peaceful and filled. There are times when I feel that what I do in terms of BDSM to be of therapeutic value. I have literally beaten a masochist until he cried for mercy and then held him as he sobbed, while he thanked me over and over again for the release. Those are the moments I treasure.

...As women, we forget how to be The Goddess. The Goddess knows how to get under the skin of a man and have him worship the ground she walks on. Not so much for demanding it, but for who she is being at the time to create feelings in a man to unconsciously have him desire to worship her without even thinking about it. Although seemingly an invisible possession, it permeates the air with credulity. It's like this... I walk towards a door and out of nowhere a man appears and opens it to allow me to walk through. I smile, and make eye contact, and say "Thank you" as I walk through. It is truly a wonderful feeling to be acknowledged as a Goddess. I do believe that all men truly want to feel this way.

I love to see a woman walking steadily towards a door and slow for me as I open up the door for her. I think, "Is this what it's like to be a man?" I see a woman hold a cigarette up to her mouth and I reach for the matches and strike...cupping the flame into her cigarette. I flick the match flame out and go about my business as if it is no big deal, but it is. I am affected by this interaction of sorts. It alters my body chemistry if only for a moment or two.

So...I look forward to my life, with all the wonderful intricacies of experiences I have yet to create and share. Have you ever noticed that the more open to possibility you are, the more of a possibility you are to participate in your life? One never knows what's around the corner. Something that occurs in a split second can change your life forever, and that's what I'm counting on...every day of my life.

May 11, 2002

April 14, 2002

April 10, 2002

March 25, 2002

March 8, 2002

There is nothing more beautiful to me than a rock hard penis. There are times when I am about to begin a session with someone I have only spent several minutes talking with...prying into the mind of a true masochist or peeking into the heart of a trembling novice. Regardless...When I am ready for my session, I enter the room. I have been told that I tend to float through a room as if walking on air, <which is not always easy in 7 inch stilettos.> Needless to say, here I am making my entrance right through the door until my finger points in the direction of my slave. I don't look at him of course, I just point and instruct him to remove all of his clothing. "Put them right over there slave...and then I want you on your knees. Knees open, hands behind your back, chin to your chest...", "What's that slave?" <My ear leans out for a listen> "Yes Mistress" I say. My slave responds with, "Yes Mistress." <Certainly by now you're getting the drift now aren't you?...and yes, I mean you. <wink>

I marvel all the time at when exactly my rock hard penis will show up. Just the mere sight of me...strikingly beautiful in my latex, all shined up and glistening. Or while standing in front of me, my tethered slave to the cross, I come face to face while pressing my body up against my powerless little slave boy. Usually his eyes are staring into my mouth or chin. I can feel it pressing between my soft thighs, wet at the tip and drooling. It is then that my fun begins. Because no matter where my rock hard penis is, I revel at delighting myself in torturing it to no end. I wrap the ball sack with as much rope as will severely stretch the sack of my slave until I hear a little whimper perhaps...possibly a sigh after the air has been held in the lungs as long as possible? Certainly not exactly a sigh of relief as I reach for a rubber cock ring and place it at the base of my beautiful rock hard penis. As I look into my velveteen box for something more to decorate it with, I see my tiny stainless steel spiked hammer. I take it out of the protective wrap and begin to lightly torture the nipples with it. The nipples although sensitive, not quite as sensitive as the head of a rock hard penis...After my nipple demonstration, my slave can see that the needle hammer creates intense pain. One might want to remain very still when the Mistress has this perched between her fingers. I then proceed to lightly tap the ball sack...then the head of the penis. Wonderful control my slave demonstrates as he will refuse to jump or jerk.

Forceps are placed directly at the tip on the underside of my hard penis. Clips then line the bottom. Like a Christmas present waiting to be unwrapped, I wait until just the right moment and that is when the fun begins. I slowly take them all out one by one. I start at the base of the penis and work my way to the forceps at the tip. One by painful one, my slave cringes. Beads of sweat drip down the side of his face as he bites his lip. The last one...my favorite, the clamp that makes it all worth while. I slowly unclamp the forceps and crawl up quickly placing my ear next to my slave's mouth as an involuntary scream escapes him! Joy! I place a lubed glove around the shaft of my beautiful rock hard penis, soothing it so desperation takes the place of subsiding pain.

My beautiful rock hard penis is never more beautiful than when it is placed so close to my pelvis, that one could not tell whose body it belongs to. I straddle my desperate slave and the cock belongs to ME. As I glance over into the mirror, the cock is part of my body. After all...isn't that the way it should be? Powerless, tormented, and desperate, and Mine...

February 18, 2002

February 4, 2002

February 3, 2002

There is an art to foot worship as well as trampling. Trampling for some can create visions of big boots to severe stiletto heels crushing the life out of whatever it comes in contact with. The thought of steel heeled stilettos or big black Doc Marten's pummeling the life out of anything would seem quite severe at the very least! Well, although quite severe, trampling can also be very erotic and it can be done methodically. For me to look down at the body I'm torturing, preferably unrestrained as I see it as a conscious choice for my slave to endure what pleases his Mistress, I feel empowered with a sense of thrill! I watch as my slave breathlessly endures with great stamina what I offer to him...a toe to suck, a crushing heel to the chest, and a nice warm smile of approval from his Mistress.

I received an endearing letter from a trampling admirer who said, "The beautiful arched toes of your right foot, somehow seem to say, 'yes, now I have found you, and you know you have been bad, I hope you are as strong as my beautiful toes, for we will see soon."' Often times I have felt the anticipatory pangs of what I am about to do. I can feel it in my mouth. Like the hunger that is about to be quenched by biting into a juicy steak...

To be with a body that takes my punishment is priceless to me, for I know that deep down inside this is one way to truly give oneself over to your Mistress.

February 1, 2002

I looked in my laundry basket today and low and behold beneath all my dirty lingerie was a rolled up latex sheet and a long roll of latex strip. It has been there for quite awhile so you can see why it took me by surprise. I had forgotten all about it. I thought, "What the heck, I better wash it." So I ran the bath water and turned the laundry basket up side down and plopped in the latex. I knelt by the tub and stuck my fingers inside. The warm water against my fingers and the smell of the latex as I swished the latex sheet around to get it clean was so wonderful to me. The smell brings back fond memories of some of my very first experiences with latex. Something about the smell is so intoxicating...

January 17, 2002

What a magnificent New Year it has been so far! May your year of 2002 be all that you create it to be! This new year has been quite wonderful, despite a few shocking world occurrences at the end of last year that has left us all in a state of shock and finally lead us to the healing process. The year 2002 is a time for new beginnings and for us all to move forward with grace and love. Gratitude is essential...I will say that for me, I'm not quite sure what happened after my trip to London. Things just veered out of control! The closer to the holidays I became, the more frenzied my schedule became! Now towards the end of January, things are falling into place. Clarity has replaced chaos and I feel grounded and ready to go! Do look for my London Trip story, coming up shortly. I hope you enjoy the new pictures, there will be more to come in about 10 days. I have some terrific ideas for the web site as well as an area for members and true fetishists! With the help of my Web Master kitty, we are creating a wonderful site for you to have some fun with! So, here's to creating a most wonderful New Year, but mostly here's to the life we've already created...

With love and light,
M Sharina Nicole

October 4th, 2001

Well, I am off today! Soon, this dominatrix will be in London, with my latex kitty for the "Rubber Ball in London"!  I will be away for a week and will be ready to share with you some pictures when I return.  Life moves on and there is so much to be grateful for.  I'm wondering how I will drag my latex kitty back home with me when you are only allowed one carry on bag for the flight. (*very evil grin*) By the time we are ready to return home, he will be half suffocated, and smiling.

Feel free to leave a message on my voice mail, (Note the new number) as I will be sure to pick them up sometime after I return.

I am so excited...I am walking on air!

Latex kisses...

M Sharina (Dominatrix visiting London)

September 11th,2001

I would like to express my sincere condolences to all of the families whose lives have been touched by the events of the WTC attack.  My heart is heavy and sober in prayer for all of those who have been affected by this tragedy.

As it is that all of our lives do commingle, so shall it be that we may be of comfort to one another during this time of grief and loss.  May we work together through this time of transition with grace and fortitude. 

Peace be with you...
M Sharina

September 6th, 2001

Does one ever truly know who we brush up against when we are out and about in the world?  I mean wouldn't it really be something if we could just tell who lived our lifestyle in BDSM?  All those people walking around and not a single one has known the pleasure of a single tail whip licking at their bottom?  Certainly I jest, but it does make you wonder.  Let me tell you what happened to me the other day when I was shopping at a kitchen store.

I had picked up a few items, and I was ready to go through the check out line.  As miracles would have it, I managed to find myself at a counter with a clerk I had a commonality with.  She looked at my flat wood spatula with the holes and said, "You know, that would give a nice paddling!"  "Yesssss....the holes make a nice sting."  I commented.  Funny how as she had been looking down at the tickets ready to scan another, her eyes slowly looked up at me and she started to sparkle.  "I didn't know there would be anyone in here I would have that in common with!" she remarked.  She leaned in closer to me and said, "You know, there are some really nice pumice paddles in the back for your feet that sting really nice on the bottom..."  "Yes, I know, I carry the used ones in a play bag!"  As we both basked in the warm fuzziness of our own personal memories silently, we both realized where we were.

There I was thinking the nastiest thoughts right there at Linens and Things.  I had no idea "Things" would carry on such a meaning for me that day! Thoughts of taking my hands to her shirt and gently ripping off the buttons of her blouse so that I may drag kitchen utensils from far and wide all over the store and use them on her one by one were overwhelming me!  Oh look...there are those nipple clips! (for chips) and that little scrapper with the funny end. (lemon zester) and oh....the rolling pin with the pressed designs in it.  I would turn her around and place her neatly over the counter top where I would expose my hard dildo and penetrate her!

As she wrapped my package in a nice neat little bundle and placed it in the bag, she smiled sweetly at me.  I couldn't help but think what a wonderful secret we shared.  She probably knew exactly what I was thinking.  Sometimes I wear an evil grin...like a badge of honor.

(sigh)

Mistress Sharina

August 30th, 2001

As you know I have new pictures on the web site.  It was an impromptu photo shoot that my pet set up for me.  He set up latex sheets on the floor and behind me...shining them with latex shine.

As I walked upstairs and into the 3rd floor, the smell of the latex permeating the air was intoxicating to say the least.  It seems that my body went into autopilot from just the smell alone.  I had slipped into a latex cat suit only moments before and was shined up by my latex cat.  For me there is nothing more stimulating than to be naked under latex and zipped up into a cat suit!  The zipper curves right around my crotch bumping and zipping to my pelvis...such a wonderful sensation. (*sigh*)

I posed for a few pictures, but the digital camera didn't seem to be working properly, so while my pet was playing with the camera, I was able to entertain myself with my surroundings.  I looked over on the table right next to me and saw a rather large leather collar with silver rings, a few floggers and an exquisite stainless steel dildo (bondage) harness.  The dildo harness gave me an idea, I mean since I was in my latex and all shined up and feeling rather slippery...I thought, "hmmmm, maybe I should have some real fun while we take these photos!"  I looked over at my pet who was fidgeting with the camera and said, "Darling...go downstairs and fumble through my bag and find my inflatable penis."  He almost dropped his camera as he said meekly, "Yes Mistress!"

He returned with it all nice and clean, bowed his head and handed it to me.  "Mistress, as you asked..."  With my thumb and forefinger I started unzipping the zipper that was resting right above my pubic bone.  It felt nice as it glided around to the small of my back.  There was no need for any further lubrication so I inserted the small inflatable penis inside.  I glided the zipper back in place and slipped into a pair of small latex shorts with a hole for the tube.  I played with the orange plastic air release valve until it was closed and started to squeeze the bulb until the penis felt tight.  "Now you may take some pictures, pet."

With the full sensation of the inflatable penis, my shining cat suit and the sound of "The Crystal Method" filling the air...I was in latex heaven!  We took quite a few photos, about 150.

I had suffered all I could take at that point and ordered my pet to give me my vibrator.  The feeling of his little kitty paws on my latex smoothing it all out, and the sensation of the vibrator was just the most wonderful thing.  The rest of the world just disappeared, and I could feel my mouth open and my eyes closing tightly as an explosion of orgasm took over my body.  The penis contracted to my own body rhythm which sent me into an immediate wave of another orgasm. 

As I suddenly became more conscious, I gazed over at my pet who looked at me and smiled.

I have an idea what I'll be wearing at the next photo shoot...Maybe you'll see the pictures...who knows.

Thoughtfully,

Sharina Nicole

August 29th, 2001

The body thoroughly amazes me.  It is awe inspiring what one can do with a body as well as what state a body can be put in.  As a Mistress working my craft in the art of BDSM, I receive the most pleasure inflicting pain.  There is no greater feeling to me than to see my slave's body beneath the heels of my feet after I have tortured him.  One might say that it would take a certain amount of cruelty to be such a sadistic Mistress.  Although this may be true, striking a balance is the bottom line.  A balance between safe play and testing the limits...That is why I would describe myself (if I had to in two words) as a nurturing sadist.  Let me show you what I mean.

I remember a scene I did with my latex pet.  The scene was a simple one really, but I think that is why it stands out over the years as one of my most enjoyable scenes because of it's simplicity.

I dressed my pet in a diaper, as I knew he would be in latex for quite awhile...I then slipped him into the latex bondage bag.  I slipped his arms into the inside arm sleeves and zipped him up the back.  I placed a blow up gag in his mouth and covered his head with a latex hood.  I wrapped large leather belts around his ankles, above the knees and chest.  He was lying on the floor over a futon mat. 

The only thing he had on the latex hood were two tiny nose holes for breathing.  I was very tired and needed sleep so I tucked my pet in for a few hours and went into the other room.  I just couldn't sleep!  I was worried that I wouldn't hear him if he was in trouble...maybe I would have slept right through him struggling for air and he'd be dead!  So I crawled over to where my pet laid sleeping and fell asleep beside him.  I had one leg over his body and my arm around his chest.  He was so nice and warm and the latex felt so good on my skin.  Every now and then I would wake up and wonder if he was breathing, so I would take my hand and slip it up over his face and cover the nose holes until he ran out of oxygen completely and struggled for air.  The joy of it all to me was that he never quite knew exactly when he would find himself in the middle of a dream, to be woken up with his air cut off and struggling for his life the next minute!  (*sigh*) I tortured him that way all night and through to the morning.

Finally, I decided to use my little pet for a bit more amusement, so I strapped a latex dildo to his face.  How wonderful to feel his warm body beneath mine as I straddled his face.  The only thing my pet could do was move his head up and down for my pleasure, smell me and listen to the sound of his Mistress in ecstasy. 

The joy for me was when he struggled for air.  The sound was intoxicating!  I would just lie there and smile, sometimes a giggle.  I also loved the fact that he lacked any specific identity as he was covered in latex from head to toe.  He was at my disposal and so eager to please me.

The pleasures of being a Mistress are many.  I will describe some of them to you in the days to come.  From the dreams I have to some of the scenes I do, to my shoe shopping escapades...and to what I receive when a slave gives me his loyalty, gratitude and unconditional devotion.

Until next time...

Sharina Nicole

August 24th, 2001

I would like this to be one of many communications along the way in your journey through this site. Eventually you will be hearing from me everyday.

I will begin simply by saying that there is no greater satisfaction for me than to render a body helpless and play with it.  To very carefully, little by precious little, take this body that I hold in my hands and create a journey.  I equate this to a cat playing with a mouse...Mistress being the cat in this case.

To methodically send me and my little mouse into a zone.  I don't often care what my mouse looks like only that I have fun with it.  I don't care if it's chubby, slender, missing a limb, or petrified of me.  I only care that it is conscious, clean and respectful.

I have been away on a few trips this year.  Last April I went to Amsterdam.  What a joy to walk into the store DAMASK.  The smell of latex was intoxicating!  I recently returned from California enjoying the beautiful weather in San Diego and walking the streets of West Hollywood and Santa Monica...The beaches were beautiful to say the least, but I had to leave my lifestyle at home.  Two weeks without S/M play.  How my hands ached to pick up a flogger.  To pick up the leather tails and fill my nose with the smell of leather was torturous to say the least! I longed to walk into my closet and see my shiny latex catsuit hanging just where I would see it when I returned.  Ahhhh...the smell of latex.  There is absolutely nothing like it in the world!

When I was in Amsterdam I did visit Damask 5 times.  The store sits right in this quaint little village where all the streets are like alleys.  I happened to find one of my very favorite toys right there in the basement level of the store behind locked glass. 

"May I see that one?"  I asked.  My eyes were shifting to see a nice variety of black latex dildos in the case.  But one looked especially interesting as it was thick in appearance and had a small ball sack.  When I picked it up to play with it I noticed a hole at the tip of the penis and small plastic straps to use as a strap on.  "What does this do ?"  I asked.  "Oh," said Marianna, the exquisitely charming sales associate who was helping me, "That's an ejaculating cock."  Maybe it was the way in which she said it, or possibly the smell of latex wafting through the air from the unlocked case...whatever it was, from then on my mind was like a record with a scratch!  Stuck only to think, "ejaculating cock...ejaculating cock...ejaculating COCK!"  Sometimes with more emphasis on ejaculating sometimes on the word cock.  (sigh)  Two very priceless words, and when you put them together...well for me, DASTARDLY!  So I bought two.

The latex clothing was amazing to say the least.  Putting on a latex corset for me is like coming home, only to a place I've never been before until now.  The look, the feel, the way the studs clink as I buckle up the seven straps in front.  Feeling steady pressure as the laces are pulled tight.  Outstretching my arms so that my latex pet may shine me up.  I close my eyes and take a deep breath, for I know this is where I belong.

At the beginning of October, I will be going to London, England to the greatest event of all...THE RUBBER BALL!  Life is good where you can live your lifestyle for a short period of time 24/7.  I always have the best scenes when I return from a BDSM trip.

So much to look forward to...and I will be sharing my escapades with you along the way.  Be patient, I am a very busy Mistress.  It is only a matter of time until I get my web site groove on...

Until then...sleep tight

Sharina Nicole

November 10, 2003

I have opened the doors of My web site to over 300,000 people as of today, November 10, 2003! 

~WHAT'S NEW~

My web kitty and I have been working on a revamp of the web site...looking towards December- January for the unveiling! I have also placed a new ad in the Winter Issue of the DDI (Dominatrix Directory International -formerly online at www.ddimag.com). I also appeared in PassionMagazineOnline.com in the October 2003 Issue with a second full interview, including many more pictures, as well as the month of November under the "Ask the Mistress" column. I have also been training a new Mistress to be welcomed into the chambers of Dungeon Femme Fatale where you may make an inquiry for Her to be included in one of My sessions with you. More on My new Mistress as time allows. Madame C is returning very soon towards the middle of November, where She will be available for one on one sessions as well as being included into any of My sessions. Domina Carmen from Dungeon Deydia in Seattle will be available for sessions when She is in town. I'll keep you posted on Her travel schedule and general information. Master David will be also be joining Dungeon Femme Fatale and available for sessions one on one and incorporated into My sessions. Appointments need to be scheduled in advance...

I will be doing some traveling in the future Myself. My plans are to visit Los Angeles and San Francisco where I will be available for sessions with you in your city as a guest Domina in one of several dungeons I have been invited to use. I am also in the process of getting a digital camera where I will be able to post more pictures on the web site. Look forward to trampling, foot worship, play piercing the ball sack, medical interventions, mummifications and any other little quirky thing I have up My sleeve...

So...LIFE is good and growth is occurring. Share the next year with Me, My doors are always open...

As always...and ever will be,

M Sharina

June 24, 2003

It looks like this month is going to have very little writings from Moi...but you will be hearing from me shortly after PRIDE week when I give you the details <as well as slave mike who will be underfoot...so to speak> of the demonstrations I have done at The Minneapolis Eagle and The Bolt. I am so looking forward to it!

With any luck, the weather will behave, but one never knows in the Twin Cities...I have seen it rain, hail, snow and shine all in the course of a day. Sooooo, pictures will be posted, if all goes well.

A little update about Dungeon Femme Fatale...My birthing chair will be lacquer black and will take on quite an evil look, as if it isn't diabolical enough already, or maybe it's ME! The panic room is almost finished and My slave from LA has been quite wonderful with helping me with several projects and upgrades. Be prepared to be pinned down mercilessly and the object of My whims. The transformation room is also in the process of being complete although painting the walls a pretty pink, might just be the trick! I have been collecting all sorts of things wherever I can find them. Mostly lingerie and heels, but am moving more towards clothing and corsets! 

I would like to thank My gracious hc slave <aforementioned> for the Erostek electro box. I now have gadgets galore and all you electro sluts may request a little buzz right through your cock all the way to your bottom. I also have the cock board attachment which is KILLER. My hc slave was My guinea pig from the start. I strapped him down to the OB-GYN medical table where we experimented with the intensity levels. So far, My hc slave wins the prize for volts taken...Well, he does understand electricity and electricity seems to like him <evil grin> I have yet to see anyone take as much as My hc slave...bless his heart! What a wonderful gift. <sigh>

More goodies to come, I'll keep you posted...

A word about PRIDE:

Love and kisses to those who are gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgendered during HAPPY PRIDE week <and always...> The struggle to be accepted in a world full of judgments throughout the years has been seemingly long, but little by little understanding replaces judgment and acceptance takes the place of intolerance. We must all choose to live in this world together peacefully and this includes accepting those who are straight. "Spread the love," I always say...

Celebrate those who have risked everything to be who they are and say a prayer for those who are still in hiding. Life IS a journey and a very personal journey at that. Celebrate the victories and reach out to those who are still on the other side. 

Patti Austin sings... 

We're all in this together
there isn't any doubt
We're all in this together
there's no one we can do without

So with that, I leave you...to return ahhhhh but a short time. Hold your breath My darlings, but certainly not too long. Smile and say "Happy PRIDE!"

LOVE,

M Sharina

May 19, 2003

I have just finished downloading the Mr S catalog to my computer and I am now in desperate need of one of those clip-on fan's over my desk! Antonio looks absolutely fabulous...I would have to say that he is the epitome of the perfect leather boy. If you held him upside down or threw him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he would still look good. There isn't anything he doesn't wear on any part of his body that doesn't strike me as something I would not want to buy. Not only because he makes everything look so good, but because it is good, quality, hands down, top of the line stuff. <someone get me an inhaler> 

I have seen this catalog many times before as when I visited Mr S in San Francisco about 4 years ago, I purchased one for viewing. What was nice was that I was also sent catalog supplements and updates to their store in conjunction with having the catalog. I have to tell you that the ease in viewing the catalog online is tremendous! It is possible to flip through it fast and search individual categories. 

Mr S is very well known all over the world when it comes to quality leather and latex as well as a bevy of S/M products that are simply unique and long-lasting. That is why I have chosen Mr S as My Mistress gift registry. In the future, I will be searching for items from the catalog that Mr S will keep on file. Of course a gift certificate of any denomination is always welcome...

Over the years, I have been asked on many occasions if there was something someone could send to me because they were too far away for a session, but wanted to give me something for the appreciation they had for me. There have also been many occasions where someone wished to bring me something that I would want in addition to their tribute for their session. I tried to keep it simple and asked them to bring a fine merlot, chardonnay or champagne, which they did, as well as gifting me with an additional monetary gift. But I have heard it expressed that knowing what their Mistress would want or need for the dungeon is something that would make them feel like they belonged more to my world. Now that I have a place of my own, it makes more sense to have a list of these things available. Before having my own dungeon space, I didn't feel it as necessary and chose not to have a registry. I think this is because in not having my own space, it made it more difficult to transport certain things, and it just made it easier to work with what I had and to collect the little things on my own. 

When I was using the Wrapture Dungeon in Saint Paul, I had three big bins to lock and store my things in. But it was difficult to keep some of these things cared for properly...things like my web kitty's latex sleep sac which I used while he was living here in Minnesota, but I had to store it in my closet at home in order to care for it. The vac bed, same thing. Now, I have a place to keep everything and I'm looking forward to creating a little D/sneyland for those that can visit me and for those that can't, I will be happy to tell you about it in detail in the Bizarre Life Diaries page of my web site. I revel in writing about my diabolical experiences and about some of my evil little escapades...

My plan is to have toys that can tweek a session into oblivion and put you right on the edge of insanity...<like you haven't been there already...> But certain things at my disposal do give the scene a little more juice. 

I also plan on generating a tribute for giving you something in return for those of you who are fetish collectors and have a particular fetish for one thing or another. One of my ideas is to create a way to have some of my photos available, either singular or in group distribution. I have several ideas in which to do this. So look for items from me that you can purchase in the future and please let me know if there are any items you might find of exquisite interest. 

Oh! One more thing, I now have a birthing chair. This is quite a nice apparatus. While sitting in it <or being strapped to it, while your legs are cradled and held open wide> there is a feeling of having everything open up and vulnerable...to me. I am quite pleased to have my own birthing chair as I have experienced playing with this same chair in Amanda Wildefyre's dungeon on many occasions. Now I will have to find a new place for the cross to go downstairs. Perhaps somewhere in the panic room! 

The transformation room is coming along nicely as well. It will be a challenge watching you walk like a lady up those carpeted stairs in high stiletto heels!

As I continue to see My world enlarge, I experience a sense of peace. All is right with the world...See you in My dreams!

M Sharina

May 15, 2003

I strapped him down tightly to the medical table like a helpless tied little calf. The suspension cuffs around his wrists were strapped on tightly and his arms were tethered to the back of the medical table up and over his head. I spread each of his legs wide as I placed each foot in a padded stirrup. Each foot was bound tightly with shrink wrap so movement was strained and quite impossible. I walked into the bathroom and ran some warm water. The opening of the enema bag gaped as I squeezed the packet of Castile inside. Running the warm water through the opening, I could see nice soap bubbles forming. The bag was noticeably heavy. As I walked back into the room and placed the bag above the table, my eyes lit up to see such a powerless sight...With my gloved fingers slippery with lubrication, I rubbed the outside of my victim's rectum. Not so much that he could feel my finger go inside, but just teasingly enough to anticipate my finger plunging in. I teased and played until taking him by complete surprise, I slid my finger into his bottom. It was as if he was being violated. "Nice, very nice...but just to make certain you are all nice and sparkly clean for me to do whatever I please with you, I am going to administer a well deserved enema!" As I introduced a nice clear tube filled with water into my victim's rectum, I began to slowly release the water...I watched the water run through the tube as his body took all of the warm liquid inside. "There...all done." I watched as his eyes looked up at me with a helpless and pathetic gaze. I pretended not to notice that he was feeling a bit uncomfortable and probably ready to panic. Imagine, he was tethered to the table mercilessly! "Mistress?" My pathetic and helpless little slave begged. "Yes darling, what is it? Feeling a little uncomfortable?" I retorted. "Yes Mistress...may I be released so I may expel my enema?" "Why certainly," retorting back. "Let's see, I know those scissors are around here somewhere. Now you are going to have to hold your water until I find the scissors to cut your feet out of the stirrups....oh, and untie your wrists from the restraints!" "Yes Mistress..." he nervously spouted. "Why, here are those scissors!" As I cut his feet out of the stirrups, I reminded him to keep control of himself. "Hold it, until I am ready to let you out completely." "Yes Mistress!" he so desperately whined. As I walked behind him, I could see little beads of sweat forming on his face and dripping down the sides of his ears. "That's right! Keep holding it!" "Yes Mistress!" "Okay darling, now you can go....off you go!" I watched my little victim trample off to the bathroom, and not even with the sense of mind to shut the door, gushed out this rather huge stream of water! I giggled as I went about my business of putting out a fresh towel and tidying up the area. I had something even more evil in mind...

I allowed time for my slave to recline once again on the medical table to perform my required task of fellating my latex cock. I crawled up on top of him and showed him my lovely cock. "Suck my cock slave!" 

That was all very well and good, but I had other plans...I brought my slave to a standing position and had him lean over the medical table. As he did, I moved his legs further apart and brought his testicles out and put them through the hole of a device called "The Humbler." This device is called the humbler because there is no possible way you can stand straight up while it is attached to you. Further, your balls are being stretched down and at the same time with another part of the apparatus, being crushed. It is all very pretty to me and quite lovely to see such a demonstration of weakness. Sooooooo, I decided to bend my helpless victim over and violate it with my cock! I didn't use my latex cock, but a silicone strap-on cock with a vibrating egg inside so I could feel pleasure while my slave was being violated and used. 

If you had been a fly on the wall...and it looks as if you have, this was the breaking in of my new dungeon space, Dungeon Femme Fatale. Nothing like breaking in a new play space with rendering your slave almost unconscious by putting him through a rigor of procedures. Besides, it was for his own good, not to mention it was worth a few good giggles for me as well...

I'm all moved in thanks to the most wonderful crew of friends and a couple of slaves. Personally speaking, I would like to thank everyone who was in contribution to me that day and every day after the move to make sure everything got handled, as well as making certain I didn't go stark raving mad because of it. As a matter of fact, it was one of the most smoothest moves I have ever experienced. I would have to say that I am blessed with the most wonderful and gracious people in my life!

A special thank you goes out to my slave mike for going above and beyond the call of duty. Then again, isn't that what a great slave is for anyway? The move was organized and moved swift! slave mike is a constant reminder of loyalty, dedication and unconditional servitude. I hope I will never know what it's like not to have him be in service to Me. 

Many thanks go out to:

slave mike
Tony
Mitch
Mike S
robert 
Marty
Audra
Ryan <with a little touch of Madalynn>
Quamar and beautiful friend
Madame C
Cynthia

...and to Master Paul who always keeps me grounded in the here and now whether I like it or not!

Last, but not least...although my loyal pet familiar was not with me for the move, he was with me in spirit as without his contributions of dungeon equipment, Dungeon Femme Fatale wouldn't be as brilliant.

I have been enjoying the creation of sessions at Dungeon Femme Fatale. There are so many ways in which to work the space. Let me describe it to you. The dungeon is equipped with a Medical Asylum Room that contains an OB-GYN medical table. This medical table is brand new and very wide and padded. It is equipped with electricity so I can plug anything into it. Including you.

There is a dental chair that reclines all the way back <this is a very stylish piece of equipment, and quite heavy. It took five males to carry her in...> Mike S is looking into having the hydraulic fluid replaced, but it works like a charm just as it is. The arm rests can be moved so they are completely out of the way.

The corporal Punishment Room has two heavy Mr S steel cages. One is a stand up cage complete with four doors. The doors are used to render certain parts of the body vulnerable to my torture...your head, chest and genitals, legs and backside may all be available to me through the cage doors when opened separately or all at once. The second cage is a rather large puppy cage. I could fit two people inside. I like the way the door sounds when I close it. I will be using this as a buffet table complete with a slave inside for My dungeon warming party.

I have a St. Andrew's cross that is in the process of completion which I am having a platform made and then it will be tethered securely to the wall.

I have had a very nice bondage table made by Sergeant Major. It is complete with rope tethers on the sides as well as rings at the head and foot. I had it made with extra large dimensions so I could crawl all over it without fear of falling off while my subject was strapped down tightly to it. It is about 6 feet in length so it can hold above average in height slaves. It is very well padded.

The ambulance gurney I use in lowered height. Closer to the floor I can use my slave as a furniture pad...It wheels around effortlessly and is quite comfortable considering it is normally used to throw people into an ambulance and then wheel them out! 

Downstairs is what slave mike calls "The Panic Room." The walls are white and the floor is gray. There is one light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I have put a futon on the floor and screw bolts will be put into the floor so I can strap someone down to it for a while or even for an entire evening. I have this idea to put a little stool in the corner with a hangman's noose swinging from the ceiling...I also have in mind to replace the door with one that has a glory hole and a spot where a food tray could be passed through. I would also say, the Panic Room could be used as an interrogation room. There are so many possibilities.

I have a room downstairs for male to female transformations. A bed will be set up as well as a vanity table with mirror. This room can be used for dressing and picking out clothing. Although I must say, I like the lighting in the Medical Room for putting on the make-up. I also have a huge trunk that could be used for confinement as well as a place for electroshock therapy. I have always dreamed of having my latex cat inside the trunk at the foot of my bed hooked up to a myriad of electrodes. Lying in bed I could listen to him thump up against the walls as he is being shocked. Who needs TV? Speaking of TV, I have a TV hooked up to satellite. I have latex videos and some German pornography. Funny, but you don't have to speak the language to know when someone is in pain from a relentlessly sadistic dominatrix!

I must admit, I have felt something shift in Me personally. There is something very liberating about being in control of One's own life and destiny. Well, as sure as One can be in control omitting natural disasters and worldwide calamity! My plan is to be in this space for as long as it serves me and then to move on to something bigger. I dream of a high ceiling warehouse where the suspension system that Master Paul gifted to me can be installed. I miss that suspension system very much. I loved the sound of the motor as it hoisted the heaviest of bodies. That suspension system hoisted the large puppy cage with a 250 pound body riding on top of it. BUT...when something disappears, there is something to replace it. I have been able to learn how to do things differently. That's how toothpaste was found to remove stains from delicate surfaces...Someone happened to see the toothpaste on the counter next to the stain and reached for it because there wasn't anything else and whallah! Stain removed. 

There are so many things I would love to have now. But you know, all in good time. I have been blessed with things given to me and I have also collected many things on my own...but not having everything I want allows me to create some of the same sensations without having what it is I really want. 

Before the space at Dungeon Femme Fatale could be completely organized to play in, I had clients call me who had seen me before asking for a session. I would say that I could book a session, but thought it would be better to wait until the dungeon space was a little bit better put together as I was at that point planning the move, or had just moved in. I was surprised to find that they didn't care. They wanted a session with their Mistress, and that's what was important to them, than having the perfect dungeon space or equipment that was packed away. So I guess what I learned here is that everything else is just icing on the cake.

I have had people give me monetary gifts which has been a dream...I can't tell you how many incidentals I have needed over the past month. I have also been asked by clients what would I like for a dungeon warming present. I usually grin wide and mention Mr S Fetters for a gift certificate...So! If you would like to gift your Mistress with something special for My dungeon....or My birthday...as My birthday is blazing a trail to My door as we speak May 29th! Then please shower Me with Mr S Gift certificates!!!!! <in any denomination...there is no gift too small>

I ran into a very nice man at Mr S the last time I was visiting Los Angeles. I was with My hc slave. Not only have I seen this man in the Mr S catalogs, but there he was in flesh and blood right there behind a little desk in the back of the store. The only reason I happened to notice him was that he looked up and commented on the top I was wearing. It had these little crisscross ties where the bosom lies and of course I looked fabulous. Plus, I always wear Vivienne Westwood dusting powder so I was literally sparkling. Anyway, if you are ever in Los Angeles or need to call or e-mail Mr S... <wink wink> just ask for Antonio Ferrelli. Antonio is the store manager there at Mr S in LA. He sent his best wishes to me when My hc slave was shopping there for a dungeon warming gift <I know what it is...I'm jumping for JOY! Electroshock therapy here I come!> Antonio sent me a leather rose and a Mr S catalog I can download to my computer with a very lovely note. Mr S is located on the Internet by this web address: www.mr-s-leather.com. Mail orders can be made by dialing 1-800-746-7677. 

Please send all gifts to: 
Sharina Nicole 
P.O.Box 1427
Minnetonka, MN 55345

If you are able to receive something in return, I will be happy to send you an autographed picture, or a personal item I have worn...

I know it's been ages since I wrote a diary page, but I have been truly overwhelmed with things to do. I was lucky to find a space quickly and then planning the move seemed to be a cinch...but when Master Paul moved to San Francisco, that took a lot of emotional strength for me. He is such a good friend and partner it was difficult seeing him drive off into the sunset. But one good thing, he has a room for me in his house which I plan on visiting often. I am also looking for some dungeon spaces to use while in SF. It's all good. Now he is settled <well except for the unpacking> and I am settling in...and spring is here!

Cheers to new experiences for us both and to many new ways in which to render you helpless with sadistic torture. It is amazing to me when I look down and see what I have created...

In Gratitude,

M Sharina

PS Look for another Diary Entry within the week about the Midwest Fetish Event!

April 2, 2003

As you may well know, spring is as good as being here despite the weather in some areas of the world...As I type this at my computer, I can hear the little birdies outside the window chirping. 

I am very excited about an event that will be right here in Minnesota called Mid West Fetish. This is a conference that will be taking place at the end of this week, April 4 and continuing on until Sunday, April 6. Please go to their web site for further information: www.MidWestFetish.com. The event I will be attending is the Spring Sting. 

It is nice to see a conference so close to home with such well known speakers from other parts of our world. I am looking forward to the experience! Join me if you can...

M Sharina

April 1, 2003

Today is not only April Fools' Day, but is also the day I will be taking over my new dungeon space! I am very excited about it. Seems like a lot of wonderful things are happening and I would love to share them with you. I can't say April Fool's Day provokes any particular jokes out of this Mistress, mostly because I play them all year round. You know...<wink> when I pretend to be an incompetent Mistress who needs a nap, all the while preparing my victim to be restrained in my favorite chair...unbeknownst to him that as soon as he is restrained firmly, the tables will of course turn...<evil grin> I suddenly come alive and look him square in the eyes and announce that he will be the star of My very own snuff film. I proceed to gag him while he struggles with a penis gag, and as I tie up his cock and balls and connect the rope to the suspension system I torture him with cigarettes. Just to name a few things...Where was I? Oh yes, April Fools' Day...Quite frankly, it's like every other day of the year!

Hence the new dungeon space...I have known the name for quite some time now and have chosen it carefully. This is what happens when you crystallize your thinking. Your dreams become a reality! When the name does not serve me, I will change it. You must know how We Gemini's think. We flitter about making up our minds as we go along. There are times when we are quite clear and other times when we don't care so much about the clarity, only that we have some fun. You can tell by the way the eyes sparkle when at last we are fulfilled with entertainment and amusement!

Main Entry: femme fa•tale
Pronunciation: "fem-f&-'tal, "fam-, -'täl
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural femmes fa•tales /-'tal(z), -'täl(z)/ 
Etymology: French, literally, disastrous woman
Date: 1912
1 : a seductive woman who lures men into dangerous or compromising situations 
2 : a woman who attracts men by an aura of charm and mystery 

Hence the name of My dungeon is DUNGEON FEMME FATALE...

This describes me to a tee. It is by good nature and God given that I am charming and filled with mystery. To say that I lure men into dangerous <or compromising> situations is putting it mildly. Those who find themselves in my midst realize that face to face, a spell is about to be cast and willingly they fall victim to it. I must say that although I can be quite disarming, it is that underlying quality of sadistic charm that in the end proves to be an invitation not worth rejecting...Such a wonderful process, this seduction...finding yourself in my clutches and succumbing to my whim. It is really quite natural. 

This month will prove to be awe-inspiring when I see what can be accomplished. The move is planned at the end of the month so I will be using Master Paul's dungeon space until about the end of April. After that, I will have an entire space dedicated to My special torture chambers. Overnight sessions may be allowed if I find you are amusing, and the proclivities of your fetishes are compatible with My own. Ask my latex pet if he liked Me turning him into a mouse...

I invite you to walk into My world...DUNGEON FEMME FATALE, where 
what you dream is your reality.

M Sharina

March 13, 2003

Lucky to be alive....one second things are fine and the next, SNAP! I was driving down the street minding my own business when suddenly, I was trying to avoid hitting a car that illegally swerved right in front of me. At least I had my wits about me. I like to think that calm, cool control is always part of my way of being. I immediately called the police, got out my proof of insurance and then called my dear friend Master Paul, who arrived just in time while the feelings of brain scrambling shock started to hit me. I swallowed a few Motrin <thank goodness> and then when the dust settled, he took me to the emergency room. Just a little check to make certain things weren't as bad as they felt. I sat in a hospital room with one of those absolutely fabulous dressing gowns and sat on the edge of the bed because it hurt too much to try and lie down. I sat there and stared at the pretty wall paper. I don't think it had any pattern on it really, just sort of a mesmerizing haze to get lost in. I'm sure the nurse said, "Put that one in room 202, the room with the fantasy wallpaper..." Shock is a funny thing. It's something you really have to give into and ride out. The body is amazing and I know I've said this a million times before, but our bodies react the way it does for a reason. I'm not sure what the accident did exactly, but part of it must have been the adrenaline surging through me. I was in a fog, but my mind was perfectly clear. I almost couldn't stop talking. Anyway, while sitting alone in the room with the fantasy wallpaper and no one to talk to, I started to fantasize about a pretty nurse walking into the room. She would of course look exactly like Amanda Wildefyre. Amanda has the most commanding persona. Tall, elegant stance, long legs, and a beautiful neck. She has this nurses outfit that looks absolutely amazing on her...Tight fitting white and red corset with these sheer white stockings and heels. It's a miracle she can find stockings to fit such long legs! She comes into my room and would like to take my temperature. I, of course, open my mouth and as my mouth closes over the thermometer, I can't help but notice her cleavage. She notices my stare and tells me I will have to be moved to another room...this room will never do! She says I have to be moved because the type of therapy I will need is in the room down the hall. So off we go. The lights are out in this room and she explains to me that she will need to find her electrician...the man with the gas mask. She leads me into this room...this dark room...this VERY dark room and placed me in the middle of it. I find myself sitting in a chair that feels quite like an exotic throne. The cold steel texture feels good against my body and as I sink into the chair, I realize I'm being raised. Well, It seems the electricity is working in the chair...I hear the clicking of her heels as she walks across the room. The clicking echoes loudly. She tries flipping the switch, but all I see are these sudden bursts of light. The light shines on her statuesque frame as I can faintly see her standing squarely in front of me. Hips angled, one knee bent and foot pointed. She has something in her hand. The light flashes out and I see nothing. I hear her lovely heels clicking on the floor and realize she is coming towards me...I see another bright flash of light, and this time I can see exactly what she has in her hand. She is holding up a rather large needle! Out of the shiny needle tip squirts clear fluid that shoots in an arc. Before I can move, she pins me to the chair with her body and as another flash of light brightens the room, she pushes the needle into my thigh! The lights go out once again and I'm suddenly paralyzed...but VERY much awake! I can't move and I can't speak! I hear myself breathe and as the sound begins to mesmerize me, another flash of light! All I can see in the 3 second flash of light is her beautiful lips in a red lipstick smile. As the light goes off, I hear her laugh a most diabolical laugh...The light flashes again, and I can see her standing before a table. On the table are many things, but I can't quite see all of the things so I wait for the light to flash again! Each time the light flashes my eyes are fed with more information...disturbing information. These are the things she will use on me! She will use them and no one will ever know, because I cannot use my voice to scream! I see the electrodes and I hear the blades of an electric saw...I see speculums in different sizes, rubber gloves and a large enema bag! She has plaster casting and tubing! Rolls of medical tubing and different gauged needles! As my mind became paralyzed with uncertainty and curiosity...I hear another voice. It was a sudden interruption. It was the voice of my doctor. She came in as if it must have been a pleasure for me to wait for her all this time. I opened my eyes and realized I was back in room 202...the room with the fantasy wallpaper. The doctor proceeded to ask me questions and then talk over me while I tried to answer them. <sigh> As I painfully leaned over to put my clothes back on, I couldn't help but wonder what Nurse Amanda had in store for me...I suppose I'll never know, unless of course I am back in room 202 with the fantasy wallpaper...<GRIN>

February 14, 2003

What have you created for yourself so far in this New Year my darlings? Have all your dreams come true? Keep pressing forward and remember: Always be open to POSSIBILITY! 

While you're at it, spread the LOVE along the way. I am asking My slaves in service to perform one Random Act of Kindness on Valentine's Day. This means that the receiver shall NEVER know who bestowed upon them such kindness. Use your brain and pick your target carefully...be My slave for just one moment today and put a smile on my face by e-mailing me to let me know how you were in service and to whom. This will be your gift to me today this Valentine's Day...

Mistress Sharina

February 13, 2003

My web kitty has added a new link to the top of my links list. Mistress Diamond's PASSION MAGAZINE is an online publication dedicated to connecting you with the most extraordinary Mistresses all over the world as well as providing much needed information on the Leather Lifestyle and all of it's splendor. Mistress Diamond has dedicated this online magazine to Female Domination. It is in my opinion that she is blessed with the ability to communicate openly in turn drawing the fetish community together as a whole...

I would like to invite you to be part of this new and wonderful world. Explore and take a journey. Click on the PASSION MAGAZINE link at the top of my links page. Once inside, and to the left of the page, click on "Dominas." There, you will find my ad under "United States of America." You can also go directly to my ad by clicking http://www.passionmagazineonline.com/domdir/dom_sharina.htm"Here". In March <if all goes well> you will be able to view my Interview with Mistress Diamond. I have gone into great detail about myself and my lifestyle as a Dominatrix. There will be quite a few new photos for you to see there as well.

I must say that Mistress Diamond is quite an extraordinary Lady. She is talented beyond just her brilliant words...She carries the essence of loving interconnectedness. Her ability to articulate her thoughts and intention is remarkable and I am blessed and grateful to have her in my life. 

It is truly wonderful to experience the dynamic of having a kindred spirit to share my lifestyle with. It always amazes me how different and unique we all are. It is my pleasure and honor to be a part of PASSION MAGAZINE and see our world come closer and closer together because there are pioneers like Mistress Diamond to light the way.

M Sharina

January 22,  2003 

All through the holidays a thought kept popping into my mind, maybe you're familiar with it. It goes like this: Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence...Like an angel of words appearing in my mind to calm my nerves during the rough spots of the holiday season, this is where my tired mind went for solace. Well, actually, the thought came to me...

Speaking of angels, I do believe that odd things like that occur because we have a desire to have our needs met. Often times, we receive messages through such things as something we overhear. Maybe we hear a song over the radio, see a line in a book, a comment in an elevator from someone we will never see again ...or maybe it was posed as a question from a child. However these messages appear to us, they are specifically designed for us to use and apply to our life. Be aware and open your mind to listen...

That is my wish for you in our New Year of 2003. The reason my thoughts are so philosophical is because everything changes. Even things we thought would never change ever, change. That's part of the continuum of life. Our growth never stops even when we are in resistance to it. Look for the open doors...and then walk through it. The lessons are waiting on the other side.

I have an opportunity to explore having my very own dungeon space. Of course with every new venture there are risks. It is my intention to weigh the benefits as well as the risks and come to a conclusion. My struggle to piece it together comes in the form of finances. But I know that if it's meant to be...the door will swing wide open. I'm just waiting for the neon sign over the door that says: "What the hell are you waiting for?!" I can't tell you how excited I am at the prospect and the possibility of having my own dungeon. Truthfully, I see it as a church with the belief systems of a different type of religion. Whatever happens will be perfect and of course all the lessons will be there waiting. Isn't life great? Full of change and possibilities!

So what experiences will you create in this New Year for yourself? What lessons are you willing to learn? I look at life in terms of what lessons are learned through BDSM. Of course, sometimes this is just a fun thing for a person to do for a couple of hours in the afternoon. Other times, useful tools can be gleaned through BDSM as the catalyst. Rigor and commitment is incorporated and sometimes we even manage to come to terms with childhood issues as a result of the experiences we have through BDSM. I suppose it's more about rites of passage when one has actually walked through the door and right through the lesson...

I am the Mistress of your experience. The High Priestess and Goddess who will lovingly lead you through to your own special path of learning, even if being sadistic is required. 

Cheers to another great New Year...and for what lies ahead.

In spirit and life,
Mistress Sharina Nicole

* Deserata is a writing found in Old St. Paul's Church Baltimore, Maryland circa 1692. Writer unknown. Such an unconditional gift...

April 7, 2004

Has it been a year since I claimed possession of Dungeon Femme Fatale?!!!!!!?!!?!! AMAZING year! I have so much to go over here. It has been too long since I connected with you. I suppose that's what happens when cloning is impossible.

Read more: My Bizarre Fetish Life Diary 2004

March 26, 2005

My view on Corporal Punishment

I have been seeing a man, every week now for 6 weeks in a row and a few weeks ago would be for the 7th time. The reason this is so remarkable is that this man turns himself over to me (quite implicitly) for a heavy corporal punishment session...which I adore. I will describe him to you as I see him. Tall, moderate build, quiet, obsequiously submissive and meek...looks like his name might be Professor Vanatter in his vanilla life.

Read more: My Bizarre Fetish Life Diary 2005