Hi there piggies and gentlemen. As most of you know I had a birthday on the twentieth and it was ROCKIN'! I appreciate all the gifts and well wishes and cards. Of course those sweet things don't get you any mercy when I have you on the phone, but it's a nice thought anyway. I am in a mood lately for cuckold calls. I love all my scenes but I have been sooo into cuckold stories lately. I like the humiliation that is sometimes suttle, that goes with cuckold phone sex. But I also like being watched in the fantasy. Telling my slave how good this other man's cock feels as it slides into a place where his pathetic cock will never be permitted to go. I am considering doing another cuckold weekend, when my distance sissy comes for a visit. I did such an event a few months back and it went over well. Having my little dicked cuckold whimps call and listen as I get pleasured and orgasm again and again. Yes, good fun it is!
I also had a very good time with a new sissy maid tonight. Missy is a delight and I plan to make her pay dearly for her little obsession with my panties. A panty fetish is a terrible thing, missy. I will have to be sure that you know the severity of your sickness, you little sissy freak *smiles*
Let's see, among my favorite birthday gifts were a handmade card from baby a, a tennis bracelet from prissy panties, a han dbag from my Mommy , and a lovely Vegan dinner prepared by distance slave.
Okay it's time for a session with my hair cut fetish boy, so off I go.
Rawr,
Mistress Jane
Femdom Powerhouse – Cuckold Phone Sex Junkie

Whoever said that phone sex and dirty boys slow down in the summer, never knew my boys! I have been swamoed all evening, so if you tried calling and could not get through…try harder LOL. I had a wonderful time making a little slut we will call “Iana” watch his girlfriend of 2 years, getting fucked by 2 black studs. Yes, a cuckold has been born. I think the girlfriend must have came 3 times, and I had a very wet pair of panties when the call was over too.Oh, and I was approached about selling my IM name to a client. Some poor sucker thought that offering me $100 would buy an eternity of him pinging me with instant messages. Um….no. See, I am a Goddess. My time is worth more than your time. The only way you will ever attain the attentions of one so superior is to pay for it. And pay for it each time that you expect to hear the sweet music of my voice. I spend my downtime reading, sipping fine wine, shopping, and pampering my delicate skin. I do not spend my down time sitting in front of the computer screen, incase you might message me.

Okay, I have the housewarming party tonight and then to the club after, so I may or may not take calls, but it would be quite late if I do. of course, I am always worth the wait, and I would advise you to keep your hands off those aching pencil dicks of yours, until I decide it’s time for you to call me. Tease and denial, mmm a beautiful thing, isn’t it?

Wickedly,
Mistress Jane
Creative Genius Gone Mad

When I was 11 years old my parents took me to see my auntie do a show in Vegas,(she was a show girl for 14 years). Seeing those gorgeous half naked women, dancing like proud Goddesses…. it made me want to be up there with them. Even though I was way too young to know it yet, I was already falling in love with being watched. As years went by and I began having boyfriends, I found that I enjoyed being watched as I masturbated. I liked seeing a boy's eyes fixed on my beautiful pussy, salivating over it, aching for the next close up glimpse I might (or might not) give.I was blessed with long legs and when I did my first internship in college, wearing short skirts and seeing my supposed superiors turn to mush, that was just too much fun. I adore stroking my fingernails along the hemline of my skirt, and watching the boss man try to look like he just heard a word I said. I like knowing his wife got a good fucking because he was thinking of the girl he can never have – me.

In my new house I noticed that I now have a new spectator. It seems that there is a very prying pair of eyes across the street from me. I often parade around with little on. I am very hot natured and simply feel confined in clothing. I was about to hop into the shower and began to undress. As I reached for my robe, I noticed a figure in the house accross the street. A tall shadow was watching me, from a second story window. I walked to the window and waved and the curtains were immediately pulled. After my shower, the shadow was watching me, once again. I decided to put on a bit of a show. I slowly pulled my towel down and ran lotioned hands down my breasts and eventually along my upper thighs. I walked to my dresser and removed a dildo and took great care to flash it in full view of my audience. In an extremely slow motion, I raised one leg and let my foot come to rest on my window ledge and just as my perfect, smooth cunt came into view, I switched out the light. LOL

If my little peeping tom thinks he is going to get away with spying on me, he is sadly mistaken. I will make him pay for such a trespass, and pay dearly. he is only allowed to watch when I want watched, and he certainly will learn that taking liberties is not something my playthings do. I wonder if he is married. Perhaps I smell s pot of blackmail coming on. I wonder if he has ever had a strap on in his asshole. if not, he had better get ready. I have a feeling Mr. Peeping Tom just bit off more than he can chew.

Wickedly,
Mistress Jane
Femdom Powerhouse, Distance Training Diva 1-888-400-JANE

My little bitch boy from Florida, sucked his first real cock tonight! I made him go to the adult book store, wearing a pink dress but no make up or wig. I wanted it to be painfully obvious that he was a sissy and not just another girl.I laughed my ass off as he asked several men to allow him to suck their cocks, and each of them called him a sick little faggot and walked away. As his humiliation grew deeper, I got wetter. I love hearing a grown "man" cry. Finally after about 7 attempts, he was taken up on his offer. I made him give the guy the phone and I instructed him on just how good my sissy bitch has gotten at sucking his strap on dildo. I told the guy how to fuck my sissy slave's mouth and I assured him that he was to gag my slut on his cum. He sure did too! LMAO, my slut puked because he came down his throat so hard. Of course he had to lap it up afterwards, but it was sooooo fun! I cannot wait to send him out on his next adventure. Want to know more? Call me at 1-888-400-JANE and ask. Or maybe you will be my next victim *smiles*

Mistress Jane
THE Femdom Powerhouse of Phone Domination

I am going on a rant here, so grab your cup of tea, kneel down, and listen. As many of you know, I have been in the process of moving for what seems like forever. I adore old houses, and am of the firm opinion that they just do not make houses with the same craftmanship, as they once did. That being said, my new old house is giving me fits. Turns out that it has the old knob style wiring, and as such posed a bit of a fire hazard. Okay, so time for a rewire. Sounds simple, right? No. Because I did not want the walls knocked out or tampered with, they are threading the wires through small drilled holes, and this takes an insanely long time to do. So the problems comes in with my having cancelled cable service, phone service, and hired movers for the date the electrician gave me. Guess what? Men are not good judges of time – who knew right? Electrician boy and his crew are still working, meaning I cannot move in to the new house, but have lost cable, phone, etc. at the old house. Thus I check emails daily, as I can but have not been taking calls this week. I have received many emails asking where I am, and I plan to answer them all, but I thought this would be an immediate way to let everyone know what's going on. My goal is to be in as soon as possible, of course, and I will let you know when I have managed to meet that goal. I am anticipating another 2-5 days. Sadly, my cuckolds, crossdressing sissies, strap on suckers, and spit slurping puppies, all seem to have more brains than this crew of morons, who work for my electrician. But men are men are men, so where are all the female electricians when you need them? Sigh.
Okay I am off to take a drive and clear my head. Shopping sounds good. Perhaps spending some (of your) money will make me feel a bit better.
Mistress Jane

Today my friend Maddie and I had a wonderful time, making a monkey boy drool. We went shopping and then for a late lunch at an outside cafe, downtown. It was a gorgeous day – just warm enough to justify wearing a very short dress. I have been in a total cock tease mood all day, so I took full advantage of the excuse to show off my long legs. Turning a few heads is never hard to do, but I was craving a little more than that. Finally, at our last stop, Maddie and I happened upon just the fix I was looking for. A forty something salesman in a shoe shop. Shoe shops are wonderful for teasing the cocks of married slut puppies. I mean, here is this Goddess sitting above him, outstretching her long legs and absent mindedly running her finger along the thigh highs that grace her milky white thighs. I take great pride in my long narrow feet, as well. My pedicure is always flawless, and I enjoy seeing the little cum sacks (otherwise known as men) drooling all over themselves, as I wiggle my toes in the shoes they so eagerly bring me, to try on. This salesman was no exception, and he was stammering like a school boy, by the time I had tried on 4 pairs of shoes and sauntered around the room in them. I leaned over – way over – and asked him if he was aware that his cock had created quite a little wet spot on the front of his pants, and his face turned a thousand shades of red. I told him that I know all about boys like him. Boys who would give their pinkie finger to jack off on my Goddess feet and then lick it up. At that moment Maddie strolled over and sat down on the show bench. She informed him that he would have to wait until another day to kiss my Goddess feet because I was all hers today. He tried to gain some composure and then Maddie reached over and ran her fingers up my thigh, and it was all show boy could take LOL. He all but ran to the back of the store, to clean up the load he blew, I'm sure. Maddie and I laughed our asses off, all the way back to my place. All in all not a bad day really. Foot fetish sluts are fun. But not as fun as Maddie
Wickedly,
Mistress Jane
1-888-400-JANE

As many of you know, my very first experience with the realm of "Femdom" was with a boy who liked me, in elementary school. I liked him too, but in a sadistic sort of way. He was easy to work, and it was so much fun to dangle the carrot of my attention in front of him – using that to make him do things that were less than "manly". That boy soon lost his place in my world, as I got older and he became boring, but he did serve to spark my interest in forced feminization. There is something delicious about taking a male form and slowly stripping every layer of conditioned gender away from him. Turning him into a feminine work of art, and eventually into my own little cumrag. Of course there is the occassional crossdresser who prefers to perform maid services as my sissy maid, instead of taking my dildo up his puckered little ass. I sometimes am in a generous mood and oblige. My sissy maids wear perfectly pressed, pink maids suitings, with layers of ruffled petticoats underneath. They wear a proper head-dress and their make up lends itself to a 1950's housewife look. Their shoes, sensible mary jane's, and white stockings of course. They scour, scrub, shine, and polish until I am well satisfied with their work. Mistress has a way of…. finding fault however, that often lands her naughty sissy maids in a heap of trouble. But Ladies, listen to me closely – if you have a sissy maid in your life, do NOT let "her" fool you! sissy maids are among the most ornenry lot you will ever meet! They will tell tales on each other to gain favor in Mistress' eyes. They will set themselves up for an over the knee spanking, just to feel their little sissy clit, rubbing against Mistress' stocking covered legs. They play innocent, and sometimes do it very well, but innocent they are not.Forced prostitution is another of my loves. To make a male dress and become a streewalking slut – well that is a high every Mistress should feel. Now before the Bush administration knocks on my door to bust my virtual Pimptress ring, this is all fantasy based. I mean, I am not literally selling these whores. But if you ever have the pleasure of sessioning with me and doing this scene, it will feel very real. And in that moment of time, you become my whore. The dirtiest slut you can ever be. It becomes a feeding frenzy for my clients. They get caught up in my pleasure, and so they are driven to take more cock for Mistress, to defile themselves deeper and faster. They figure out soon enough, that Mistress only smiles when they are dripping with jizz, from every hole. And my smile is something my puppies work very hard to elicit.

Okay darlings, I have an appointment with a T-girl now, and we are going to have a little party tonight. We are "training" a couple she met. The female wants to domme the male and needs a little push in the right direction. The male has an absolute obsession with tranny girls, and so T-girl Shawna and I are going to give them a dick chick 101.

Wickedly,
Mistress Jane

Just back from a meeting with a possible buyer for some freelance writing work I did last month. I must say that I admire writers who manage to stay alive in the industry as freelance artists. it takes some thick skin and determination, and I have both I am in the process of moving houses, and will be hard to reach between May 18 and May 22, but don't cry slut puppies, I will be back full force after the 22. So now is the time to get your dose of me, before I have to begin the mundane process of moving my things. Actually I will probably do more "directing" than moving, but you know how that goes. lol

Thanks to Mary Jo, who took her lil sissy ass to send Mistress a housewarming gift cert. from Amazon. I have a gorgeous red oak china cabinet, built into the wall of the victorian dining room, in the new house, and the money will serve to fill it with some dashing new china. Now to decide on a pattern. Hmm the walls are being done in a wine colored velvet paper, so perhaps a one china with gold rimming.

Speaking of rimming, I am late for an appointment call with a very naughty boy who loves to have his asshole turned into a pussy for hire. He worships my strap on – what can I say? lol Call me and maybe you will be begging for my cock as well.

Mistress Jane

What is a Mistress and why is a nice girl like you being one?

Growing up in a country club society made me ever more aware that my way of releating to the world was unique. Pretension bored me early on and men drooled over me when I was way too young for them to openly admit thier lusts outloud. Fast forward to now. Who am I? A 24 year old Femdom powerhouse, with a refined take on female superiority. I have no appreciation for the recent influx of insta dommes who believe that yelling a few names and flipping off their webcam, is what being dominant is. In my opinion, these are just scuff marks on the true genre of phone domination done right. I have days when I am a little girl with a penchant for chocolate and old movies, days when the rain captivates me more than being a Mistress ever could – days when my addiction to power needs fed. Those days….yes those are the days that my submissive subjects live for. I train over the phone because I am a recluse. I hate being in the outside world in many ways. I do my coursework in the outside world, meet friends for the occasional lunch, and coach a youth baseball team. Other than that, I enjoy my private time, and I enjoy the freedom in my life as it is. To take up sessioning real time (again) would be both too demanding on my schedule, and not nearly an at my whim sort of activity, as my sessions are now. I have always enjoyed the book more than the movie, and distance training is no exception. I like the drawn out stalk for the kill of it. The way it forces you to rely on your brain as opposed to your immediate senses. I like the mystery, the thrill of a slow build coming to a high explosion. I am a junkie for power and a very spoiled girl.

So there you have a glimpse as to who I am, and truly it is just a glimpse. I am far too complex to cap up in a sinple journal entry. But you will have soooo much fun trying to read me, trying to know me. If you think your intellect is up for the ride, and your will is down for the taking, call me at 1-888-400-JANE, and we can begin your journey. Want to take a look at my outer beauty? Go here

Wickedly,
Mistress Jane Vanderkellen