This is the story of my submission to Mistress Blunt, as experienced through her clips. I am grateful that Mommy has shared so much of herself through her content, granting me a world of desire and pleasure to explore, at her leisure.
This is the path that I followed, and like all good journeys, it has transformed me. And like all good indoctrination protocols, it bears repeating. It is a path I savor walking over and over again for Mommy.
Snared, Part 1: Mistress Blunt Traps Her Toy!
This Kink.com shoot introduced me to Mommy, showing her turning the tables on a voyeur trying to sneak up and perv on her. It captivated me, bringing to life my adolescent fantasies about wandering into lands ruled by beautiful amazons, being caught in their trap, and becoming their sex slave.
Even as I began to jerk off to Mommy claiming one hapless wanderer as her new toy, I thought I was watching just another porn shoot. Now I see I was also falling into her snare, also destined to become hers. Was it luck that what Mommy did to her victim turned me on so much, or was this shoot the first step of Mommy implanting these desires into my brain?
I loved the way Mommy used her seductive voice and dirty talk to weave a spell around his mind, telling him how she will use him, how he is now a toy for her pleasure. Making him say over and over that he doesn’t get to cum, making him complicit in his own defeat.
Saying that she will never let him go, words that could be simply romantic in another context but here is also another statement of Mommy’s power. And these words have proven true for me.
Femdom Sex with Owen Grey
After finally working up the nerve to subscribe to Mommy’s femdom OnlyFans, her welcome message hit me with a knockout punch: her clip with almost 30 minutes of scorching hot femdom sex. It opened my eyes.
After years of jerking off to BDSM porn, I thought I knew what I liked. Just watching Mommy fuck turned me on more than I thought possible without whips, chains, leather, or rope. I learned that Mommy didn’t need any of these toys to be in control and to take her pleasure from her lover.
Even when she wrapped her lips around his cock, I could see her savoring her power over him. She toyed with him like a cat toys with its prey. I still love the idea that Mommy can overwhelm her victims on her own, that the toys and fetishes are merely ways for her to exercise control.
Just being allowed to watch Mommy fuck is a treat, even knowing that I could never bring her so much pleasure. In fact, edging to this clip over and over has revealed to me that I would be grateful just to bask in her hedonism and beg for the opportunity to clean up afterwards.
Slave Training: Know Your Place
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After falling for Mommy, this femdom POV clip gave me the perfect entry point to serving her. It was perfect for watching on my knees, presenting myself to Mommy, as she assessed my potential as a submissive.
It truly felt like an opportunity to interact with her, as she towered above me, telling me what to do, what she was going to do with me, how she was going to train me.
Even though I knew it was a recording, Mommy seemed to know what makes me tick. She could see the submissive in me. She knew she was my dream woman. It felt good to answer her questions, “Yes, Mistress,” affirming that I was in the right place, beneath her.
In hindsight, I had no idea how clearly she was already outlining my submissive journey. She spelled it out, saying how she would fuck with my mind, plant thoughts there that would consume me. Mommy said she would make me better, and why. She told me when I could touch myself, when I had permission even to look at her, when to kiss her feet.
At a time when I still wrestled with the stigma of my desires, it felt comforting to hear her say my humiliation entertained her, served her. I had the thrill of hearing Mommy say, “good boy,” and feeling I had earned it.
Submissive Training (Purpose, Service, and Compliance)
Once I embraced submission to Mommy and took my place on my knees, my training began.
Watching these submissive training clips daily, edging to them, felt like a dream come true. Unable to see Mommy’s eyes for most of the clip, I could focus only on her lips moving hypnotically as she whispered new truths into my ear.
I let my defenses down. Her training reshaped and remade me. It gave me purpose, giving me the gift of clarity, the freedom to dedicate every fiber of my being to her pleasure. It gave every breath new meaning, an erotic meaning, and my orgasm transformed from a selfish indulgence into a toy for her entertainment and a tool for her control.
Her training taught me the importance of service, not just the trappings that turned me on, but the essence of elevating her needs and desires above my own. Just learning the needs and desires of a woman like Mommy, that modicum of familiarity, is a gift, and serving those needs is a blessing for a submissive like me.
And her training taught me the need for compliance, a reminder that Mommy is always in control, and that the privilege of being part of her life is contingent on obedience. I will always be grateful to Mommy for teaching me so directly what submission means.
Socially Distant Whipping Scene
Watching Mommy play with others is always a joy and a turn-on. This clip was the first time I saw another layer on top of Mommy’s dominance and hedonism, as she played with someone she clearly knew intimately.
Filmed early in the pandemic, it showed a simple whipping scene where Mommy and her submissive adhere (more or less) to CDC guidelines and perform social distancing. But the close connection between them is unmistakable. It was an awakening for me, seeing this integration of such very human touch points into BDSM play, which I had only really witnessed in more professional porn shoots featuring working porn stars.
Here I saw Mommy show off the shoes her submissive had just gifted her. I saw mommy make her present the leather kneeling pad she had crafted. I saw Mommy order her to collar herself with her own handmade collar as they shared the laughter of old friends seeing one another for the first time in too long. And then the whipping began.
I had never been into pain play, but it was unquestionably erotic, hearing Mommy’s submissive breath steadily and deeply through the pain, transforming gradually into moans of pleasure. “Oh my god, I miss that fucking sound.” I loved the way Mommy addressed the camera, conversationally, conspiratorially, drawing me into her world.
“This girl drove four hours to feel my whip.” At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to do the same: to learn to serve and amuse Mommy, to give her gifts that bring such joy, to be the target of her implements.
While edging to this clip, I came without Mommy’s permission for the first time. It took me too long to realize how much I craved this combination of erotic submission and feeling the warmth of Mommy wrap me up tight.
Stockholm
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My devotion to Mommy, including watching her training clips and performing her meditations, has helped me grow into a better person. Mommy’s Stockholm clip was an eye-opening reminder of how she is also making me weaker and dumber for her.
This POV clip perfectly captured the experience of waking up in Mommy’s basement and understanding that I am completely fucked. She taunted my stupidity in falling into her trap, believing it was safe to go to her. It felt at first like a roleplay, with Mommy as an unhinged kidnapper or mad scientist, but each word she spoke conveyed razor-sharp truths and sliced into my mind.
She spun a fantasy that reveals new realities. The fact that I am a prisoner of her mental bondage, if not any physical restraints. That I am falling in love with my captor. That I feel out of control when it comes to her. And yes, I am grateful to be her prisoner. I grow desperate for every scrap of attention. I am her plaything, but I am nothing special. Even kissing Mommy’s ass is a privilege I must earn.
Making myself useful to Mommy, serving her pleasure and surrounding her with beauty, is my only path forward. I am well and truly fucked, because Mommy knows I love being her prisoner.
Will Hacov is My Fuck Toy
What does it mean to be Mommy’s prisoner, kept in her dungeon and used as her plaything? This clip gave me one answer, one tantalizing possibility that seems like a dream come true. Mommy has her submissive mummified in a leather body bag, helpless on the dinner table of her vacation home.
All I could see of them was the eyes and lips, peering out from the cutouts of the hood, as Mommy asked them how long they have been trapped here. Before long, Mommy was just playing with their mouth, sticking her hand in it, spitting in it, using it as a toy even before she unzipped their cock from the body bag.
As much as I enjoyed Mommy leading the way with Owen and using him for her pleasure, here her submissive was truly just a plaything. It haunted me, the way that Mommy overwhelmed them and made them complicit in their status as a toy: making them say they love being used, making them beg for Mommy’s pussy, making them say whether they’ve earned it, making them accept being left denied.
And fucking training them to say, over and over while on the edge, that they don’t get to cum, only Mommy gets to cum. The clip is lush with the texture of Mommy’s devastating lingerie, the leather completely ensnaring her little fuck toy atop the wooden dinner table.
The sight of her submissive’s hooded face, framed just so beneath Mommy’s ass and between the perfect soles of her feet. The sound of the hitachi coming to life, of Mommy cumming all over her toys, followed by the splash of her contented dive into the pool.
This is the Mommy, I like to think, who visits me in my dreams, as my sleep paralysis demon or succubus. I hope she is using and ravishing me just like this, leaving me with no memory, just the delicious ache of morning wood.
Mantra Repetition Mesmerize
I had developed a simple mantra for Mommy early in my submission to her, but this clip taught me the power of mantra work. I listened to Mommy give the mantra, her voice washing over me and filling me with her superiority over me, how I am not worthy of her attention, how my worship of her completes me.
She made me say it, how I belong to her. Then she said that I will repeat it until I learn it. “Are you ready to go again?” Then the clip fucking looped. And I fucking began saying the mantra along with Mommy. I repeated it until I learned it.
I lost track of how many times it looped. Part of me wondered if it was possible that the clip was stuck on repeat. Another part of me just continued to edge, and to speak Mommy’s words, and didn’t care if there was no end. But I did learn the entire mantra my heart, spoke it along with Mommy, and the clip did finally end.
It felt good to repeat the mantra from memory as I went about my daily life, and eventually Mommy and I developed a longer mantra of my own. But I still remember this one, so absolute and brutal, and I still recite it to myself sometimes when I have thoughts that are not worthy of my submission to Mommy.
In my previous life, I never understood the power of mantras, but now Mommy’s truth is seared into my brain.
Mommy’s Basement (Day 1, Day 2, and Day 3)
What does it mean to be Mommy’s little one, kept in her basement and used as her plaything? This series of shoots on Kink.com changed my perspective on kink, porn, myself. Like with Socially Distant Whipping Scene, I could feel the chemistry and familiarity between Mommy and her submissive, how these scenes were an incredibly open sharing of their real D/s dynamic and not a porn performance. But it also included the production values and the bondage sex that I had always enjoyed from Kink.com.
Watching more than two hours of their play aroused such yearning in me, I found myself eager to find points of connection and commonality in my own dynamic with Mommy, anything to feel greater kinship to the beauty I saw here.
I loved how the final chapter began with a poem that Mommy’s little one wrote for her, echoing the writing I love to do for Mommy. And then a meditation, which has become such a huge part of my life, letting Mommy tell me how to breathe, how to position myself, letting Mommy in. How Mommy only allowed them to look at her when she grants permission, like how I am only allowed to fantasize about touching Mommy with her permission.
And fuck, just watching their worship of Mommy’s feet, her legs, her pussy. These shoots carved such deep grooves in my brain, beyond just a new reverence for the phrase “whatever Mommy wants.” They paved the way for me begging Mommy for the privilege of calling her Mommy, not just Mistress.
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At first I thought I loved this clip so much despite the fact that it’s audio-only, no video. But I realize now how much I enjoy closing my eyes and wishing so fervently that I could be the one being so utterly dominated in Mommy’s bed.
This recording from Mommy’s intimate sex life is the hottest porn I have ever masturbated to. It’s now the pinnacle of my fantasies: no bondage, no whips, just being Mommy’s plaything and the sole object of her unparalleled dirty talk, against the background sounds of the hitachi and her victim confessing every word that Mommy puts in her mouth.
Fuck, I think this clip is how Mommy installed my cuckold fantasies. I felt their arousal bloom as Mommy forces her first to beg for a taste of her pussy, and then to imagine only getting to taste it off someone else’s cock. Mommy made her accept being a toy she can offer to her friends at her next party, a set of holes to use, ready to suck any cock Mommy puts in front of her.
The dirty talk started out strong and somehow escalated further and further, growing more intense and soaked with desire, over the course of more than 20 minutes. It ended only after Mommy’s pleasure erupted and her good little slut was admitting that she doesn’t get to cum, not tonight, not tomorrow night, not the day after that.
In truth, the dirty talk didn’t even end, it just shifted gears into pillow talk, still erotic and one-sided and intimate: what I imagine as the constant thrum that infuses daily life at Mommy’s feet. And Mommy knows that I will do whatever I can to feel even a shard of this vision of submission, this fantasy of pleasure, being her intimate toy.
If Mantra Repetition Mesmerize is what I watch when I feel like I’ve been bad, this clip is the treat I crave when I am good. And I love surrendering control over even that to Mommy.
Mommy’s Missing Penis
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This is Mommy’s masterpiece. More than a clip, it is a short film, both intellectual and deliriously sexy, demonstrating the erotic power of Mommy.
It opened with a hypnotic oration exploring the very idea of fetish as her conduit to my deepest desires, piercing my shell of rational thought. Her words filtered into my mind, borne on currents of entrancing music, as erotic glimpses of Mommy flooded my vision.
Mommy drawing my captive gaze along a sensuous path up her legs to her scarlet silk dress and what lies beneath. Mommy lounging in a blazer, tracing the rim of a glass of trembling whiskey. Her voice in my head spoke to my struggle to understand myself, and Mommy’s unique ability to give me what I need.
I watched Mommy admiring some of her favorite toys: a length of rope, her newest whip, the cock I might beg her to fuck me with. Mommy’s captivating spell ended, as it should, with her pleasure and with me beneath her feet, intoxicated by Mommy’s skill at crafting erotic experiences that both nourish and shape secret dreams.
It is the perfect distillation of what only Mommy can do, and why for me there is no escape. She knows me through and through.
The Story of Us
I love that Mommy just tells me what to do and what she wants. Although she’ll play games with me, I know when I am her toy and I love being her plaything. With this clip, almost a meditation, Mommy told me in no uncertain terms what path I was on: falling for her.
It felt like she was reading my mind, as she told the story of my surrender to her and my deepening submission. She acknowledged the simple fact that I am drawn to her. As she explained the reasons why, each one rang true in my mind, even if I could not have articulated them by myself.
She recounted the journey I have taken, how I have showered her with gifts and enjoyed the simple reward of getting to know her better, learning her tastes and how to anticipate her needs. As I breathed deeply, she stated the simple truth that her dominance over me gives me life.
Dedicating every breath to her gives each breath meaning. I am hers. I am a vessel for service, filled with her purpose. And as Mommy completed this little story time, she prompted me for what I have learned.
I sat with myself and understood that Mommy recorded this clip before I ever found her. She described the essential truth of my journey not because she can read my mind, but because she is writing it, giving it the form she desires. She is remaking me in her image, and I am more beautiful as a result.
To those reading this, welcome. I hope you too can find peace, pleasure, and purpose in Mommy’s service. By becoming a vessel for Mommy to fill. By becoming one of us. This can be your story, too.
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