Ma'am Lucille Ballbuster

"Miss Ballbuster,

Thank You for seeing me for our first session last Tuesday. WOW, it is so refreshing to meet a true "Lifestyler" with such an awesome play space. It is so obvious that this is simply who You are and what You do. i have been  playing for decades and had become a bit disenchanted with it lately. You managed to get me into true sub-space for the first time in years. My problem now is deciding what wicked thing i can have You do to me next. It's great that You have such a wide range of interests. My submissive wheels are turning again and i can't wait for our next session."

 - slave k,  central TX

"Ma’am B;

I do and kindly mean my apology and hope to find a means of amends for not being able to properly plan for you. I am normally much more versed in personal care and I should not had acted like a nubile virgin or high school clode when I was graced with the opportunity to help you dress. And I am very disappointed with myself that I had to be commanded to my knees to properly address your boots, I know my place better then that. I will have more grace the if I am allowed your presence again in the future.

I am still feeling the lovely bruises on my sternum from the base of your heel. And I am feeling very lucky that you did not decide to cut or pierce my tongue with the sharp part of your heel. I would dread having the long lasting pain that is like biting your own tongue. I am also grateful that there was a need to go slow I think that I would have delightfully got my ass kicked and stomped if I was left merely in your hands. And most likely been left as road kill by the smile that I saw on your face.

I have to admit that having that level of eye contact with you was very powerful. I rarely get that level of passion or feel that strong of a level of desire for someone to hurt me as I did when I locked eyes with you. I am looking forward and would humble beg you to engage me in a more public and daring bootblacking scene. I would very much enjoy having you in a chair and seeing if I could survive to the point of actually getting your boots clean. Which is not normally something that I doubt. I think the kinky dark bloody tango that would occur between us would be a car crash that has yet to be seen. I think that we maybe the top and bottom of some similar cloth and could stop the hearts of people watching the interaction between the two of us.

I will eagerly plead for an experience such as this. Experience that pushes and pulls energy wildly across the physical canvas that is my body. That leaves us both breathless and giddy with mental marks that do not heal quickly. I desire to taste my blood, sweat and polish from the tip of your fingers as your deep eyes bore into mine. I look forward to that power and how it might wash over me like driving me my knees with only the pressure of your pointing finger against my lip."

Bootblack, Wash D.C.

"Thanks for taking care of me during the Saline workshop and not, uh, busting my balls (literally, or figuratively for nearly passing out). Your aftercare (if that's what I can call it) was fantastic and really calmed me down, and I enjoyed helping you get dressed.

Hope to see you around again some time, and hope your trip home was uneventful.

P.S. - I don't know which is more humiliating - that I will now be known as "Saline Infusion Boy" among some attendees, or that I actually turned and responded when you shouted it out...either way, it's kinda hot."

saline infusion boy, Wash D.C.

"Dear Goddess Lucille, It was such a wonderful treat playing with and serving you last Saturday. Knowing that you are a good friend of Lady *****'s definitely deepens the trust and excitement. Hope you have a wonderful trip back to Texas, and looking forward to seeing you at DomCon LA in May."

boy k, Wash D.C.