Mistresses…


Finally I’m able to write down a couple ideas, with a little time.
Everyone knows, the BDSM world is very diverse.
And I, to this world, owe so, so much! But, I had to say something about this. I feel obliged to do it.

For some time, via Telegram, I’ve known a world very close to my old one, the MoneyMistresses or more easily called ShoppingMistresses or FinMistresses (Financial MIstresses).

It’s women who approach the BDSM wolrd creating a need, a necessity also for their pleasure. But that obviously goes way beyond the BDSM world and principles.
A little reminder, the principles of BDSM are “Safe, Sane and Consensual” made up of 3 letters SSC.
Who knows me knows how much this acronym is ESSENTIAL to me. But alsofor the BDSM world itself.

Well, let’s talk about these Mistresses, as they call themselves, who are ruthless and have no probems in milking unsuspecting people, ready to believe they’re submissive just because they give them money.

Let’s take a step back. Let’s explain correctly who really are Mistresses and why their role is fundamental especially in such a delicate role like the D/S game.

“The dominatrix (also mistress) is a woman who, in BDSM practices, plays a dominant role.” (Wikipedia teaches)

Let’s be clear, this is not an article of criticism nor an observational one. It’s just to make you understand the differences in managing a world by someone who is into it and someone who isn’t.

On the long run, what kind of relationship could this new consumerism era bring? It could only bring more and more people ready to humiliate themselves just to have a woman.

So, a lot of you will tell me: Well, MrSix, you’ve been a moneyDom too, but why can’t you say the same thing about yourself and you’re talking “bad” about them?
Let’s start by saying that MaleDom and FemDom have different origins. A man will never be as sadistic as a women, even if he wants to. But the level will never be equal.

The differences lie in the fact that a woman uses her woman power (Her savoir fair and her femimine gender, with her pheromones) to make a man give in, a man that will fall to her feet. For a man, is a lot harder making a woman fall to his feet, for our approach. And for “cliché”.

So, why is a moneyDom different from a moneyMistress or ShoppingMistress? Because of how all of this is managed.
In my moneyDom past, I’ve never asked for a penny to my slaves, NEVER! It was them that, at the end of the night or when it was time, “paid tribute” to the session. I’ve never asked for anything ahead of time nor later. I’ve always done averything with total transparency and having fun at the only thought of giving the needed attentions to that world.

Obviously, this doesn’t affect these Mistresses’ working method. That’s why I wanna honor them. Nor as a Dom nor as a sub, but asking them publicly to collaborate without pushing too hard on the pedal and yelling to loosen up the grip a little bit. There are thousands of ways to get honored without using psychological pressure.

You can find the trusted Mistresses here, in their referential chat:
Fetish Money Park

Carsex and age (Poll)


Just like every week, I’ve created a pretty interesting poll.
The question was: “Is carsex or outdoor-sex a practice suitable for all ages?”

The answers came in, fast and clear. Yes!
Someone tried answering it depends on the age, but we always see the glass full.

My thoughts. There’s no age for Carsex, just like there’s no age to love.
I don’t understand, though, why after a certain age, carsex is seen as a taboo or the monster of Satan. It’s something Natural and it has to be like that.

For the Outdoor, so all those practices meant to be done outside, like private beaches or woods, or why not, on the streets, are mostly thought by over 50 year olds and never by young guys, ready for everything.
As above, I think it’s suitable for all ages, but there isn’t an idea of “transgression” strong enough to let oursleves go.

So Carsex? Yes absolutely.
Outdoor-sex? In the most absolute way, Yes!

MAKE LOVE ❤️🚗🌴

Changes in the relationship (Poll)


As always, in my weekly poll, I’ve put in a topic that’s very close to me.
“How can an important event in life change the dom/sub relationship?”

There have been a lot of results, and very discording too, espacially out of curiosity.
A lot of people texted me and asked me why so much relevance in a poll?
I’ll talk about it later, maybe.

How much can an event change a relationship? A lot, for sure, it’s definitley not like drinking a glass of water.
The balances change, the timings and everything that was “normal” up until that point.
Priorities change and what changes the most is definitely THE RELATIONSHIP.

There’s no relationship that doesn’t have problems, but at the same time there’s no relationship without new steps to reach and find.

I know, I shouldn’t have made a post focused on my ideas, but I did it because it’s a nice phase for me.
Thanks to the ones that sorround me and that make it so this project goes on and gets higher views and always give me new ideas.

It may be the first time I’m doing it, but thank you!

Dom or Sub?


One of the first questions I get asked is definetely this one:
How can you understand wether you’re a DOM or a SUB?

The answer to this question is pretty hard to explain, but very easy to understand!
First of all you need to understand if and how one term or the other can fascinate you, looking deep into things and look closely at the situation, and trying to end up where you understand if you like “giving orders” or receiving them.
It’s not all about orders, it’s about mentality too.
You’re not a dom or a sub just depending on how you wake up in the morning, it’s more of an oppression thing.

How I found that out, I’ve explained it in other occasions.
Usually, I’ve always chosen my subs based on their own tendency to be submissive.

So, going back to the question, how do you understand this?
Well, during sex or during classic relationships with people.

For my “short” experience, we’re all born tending to be submissive as we all receive orders. It’s up to everyday life and the various duties that people give us, to create, even just by inertia, our role in this world.
A practical example is, if I have an important role at work, I’ll almost certainly become a submissive or a switch (DOM/SUB) and I won’t have the tendency to dominate out of work too.

On the other hand, who works for others or has an oppressive family, will almost certainly become a DOM as they will have to let their work and life stress out.

There are some exceptions, but it tends to be like this.

So, how do I understand it? It’s an inside call. There’s no RIGHT or WRONG.

And you, my dear reader, are you more of a DOM or more of a SUB?

The taxi driver


I’ve travelled a lot for BDSM and the jobs I’ve worked. And when I do, I often find myself using public transports.

This story starts in Novara and gets to Turin, Where I often had to go because of dominance and not only that.
I get in Porta Susa, get off the train, and having turn the Nearby Friends option on Facebook, a dear friend of mine hits me up. I had to go the opposite side of Turin and it was kind of getting on my nerves.
So I decided, after various attempts of hers, to accept her offer and get a lift from her. After a coffee, obviously!

I got out of the platforms area, headed towards the exit and got in the Railway Station bar. It was pretty chill on that day, I had my grey sweater on, my backpack and I the desire of losing myself out of the BDSM world, as a day of fire and brimstone was ahead of me.

I put my earbuds in, orderred a coffee and took a seat at the table, phone in hand looking for a post on Facebook and music up to 11.

While wating, I kept checking in the crowd to see who could’ve been nice enough just for a greeting or, why not, to invite them to have a seat with me and keep me company. But, you know, Turinese people or people at the Railway Station, aren’t prone to talking or meet new people, especially in a crowded station.

A man got closer to me, he was about 50 years old, he touched my shoulder and told me: “Hi! I don’t mean to bother you, but I noticed you’ve been here for a while, do you need a lift?”
I took my left earbud out and answered with a “I’m wating for a friend, you know how these things are, right?”
He smiled, nodded and told me goodbye. He got a coffee, got the newspaper and took a seat 2 tables away in front of me, literally facing me. A little embarrassed by the situation, I decided to play on my phone and zone out completely. But his eyes kept grwing more intrested and his gaze was directed at me. The newspaper was a deterrent.

In the mean time, my friend calls, I tell her where I am and she joins me. She sits right in front of me, overshadowing me from that sometimes annoying man.
Besides the usual pleasantries like “Where did you go” “This is so nice, after a long time”, she kisses me on the cheek and makes the fateful question: “Are you still doing those things?”
I, lowering my voice, trying to avoid being heard, I answered with a yes and told her about my latest experience, while that man was frequently observing my labial.

After about half an hour or so, he gets up, goes out the bar and stands out of the place, behind us, shifted towards her, smoking his cigarette. And he was looking. I explained to her who he was, she was very curious and asked me: “What if we dominate him together, what if he’s intrested?”. I, aghast, answered: “NO!”.
She got up, grabbed her things, gestured me to wait and got out. She went to that man and after a peculiar conversation she got back in on her own. She sat in front of me and tolm me: “Ok, done. In 10 minutes, he’s getting us where you want to go and getting me back here.” I headed out with her, towards a white van, a Mercedes Vito. I put my bag down and we sat behind.

He had a huge rearview mirror, it looked like it was a bedroom mirror as massive as it was! The back windows were black to the point where you couldn’t even see outside.
At the first traffic light , she took off her jacket, then her sweater, her shirt and in the end her bra.
“Get the whip, the most beautiful one, let’s put on a show”. The man’s stare, careful and cautious to the road, often fell on her body. White as milk, full of freckles, the right amount of thinnes, natural red hair and green eyes.
She get close to me, to my neck and asked me, whispering, to pay the lift giving the man something to look at.

I put her doggy-style, on front of me, with her face facing the left back window.
I pulled her jeans down to her ankles and saw her red lingerie, with a pom-pom on top of the panties.
That’s when I understood why she wanted to see me and she had to find an excuse to get my hands on her.

I lightly touched her butt cheeks and her body started to move, and a light slap made its way to her butt. She was encouraging my perversion with moans and words.
I got the whip in my hands, brushed my fingers through it and started my ritual with very light hits. The cat-o’-nine-tails whip was opening up on her body, at every hit, like a peacock’s tail, and it was leaving temporary marks.
The gaxe of the taxi diìriver, was often getting lost in the game and his right hand, driving an automatic van, was playing with his pleasure, grazing from over his pants and letting a moan out every once in a while.

I rolled my whip up and hit her on her right butt cheek, leaving those permanent and unique marks. Her body was moving in time with the hits and her moans were getting louder.
And I kept doing it until I touched her, on her pleasure, and I noticed the dripping of that moment.
Her thighs were an undescribable pleasure for my mind.

I turned her around, put her with her legs up in the air while the taxi driver yelled: “We’re 10 minutes away from the destination, but if you want I can take a longer road”. She screamed: “Stop, pig!”

I turned around, grabbed my vibrator from the suitcase and 2 clothes pins.
I turned the toy on and started playing with her pleasure while he stopped in the first rest stop on the Turin freeway.
The little toy was going over her clitoris now wet form that game started a few minutes before to slowly and sweetly get inside, making her move so much that you could feel the van moving.
He, from the front, was looking and opened his pants. I ordered him to keep it in, I didn’t wanna see what he could do with his object. We didn’t care.

I took the first pin and after making her lick completely with her gaze towards me, I closed it on the right lip of her pleasure. As it closed she screamed in pleasure and satisfaction with a hint of pain. I did the same with the other and looked at her while the pleasure was getting more and more intense.

The phone rang, the customer was calling and I had to get the as soon as possible.

I took the vibrator out and put my hands in, on her extreme pleasure spot and massaging it, I was careful at doing it in the best way possible given the little time. My left hand was gently massaging her nipples.
Exhausted by that now intense game, she got up, looked me in the eyes, kissed me and turned to the man saying: “You have 5 minutes form now to touch yourself and cum!”
He answered with “Yes, Mistress!” and put his hand on his pleasure and without letting us see what his pants were holding in, he kept touching himself. She got her phone ans set the timer. 5 minutes.

And she went back to kissing me. Her hand travelled down to my underwear and she got in, finding my pleasure.
She started touching me and I, looking at her top to bottom, couldn’t do anything but letting her do it. We had to end the game, one way or another.

But, you know, I’m not that easy to win over, I took her hand off my jeans, but her back on th eseat and I started licking her pleasure… And she dripped on the seat while he got lost in his climax on his pig fingers.

She got up, took the phone, stopped the timer and got close to the man’s ear saying: “Other than a pig, you’re also fast… 3 minutes. Now I get why you’d rather look than do.”
He looked at me with a happy face and said: “THANK YOU MASTERS”

We put our clothes back on and he took me where I needed to be. I said bye to her and when I went to pay the ride, he answered: “YOU DON’T OWE ME ANYTHING, IT’S ALL PAID ALREADY. THANK YOU MASTER”.

And I kept living my day. Happy.

About her? Well, she found this Mistress side of her and he’s her slave now.
Oh, my dear Giusy, how many good times we’ve spent together.

Who knows if we’ll ever meet up again… With you as a sub, though 😛

Happy Valentine’s day…


When everything’s easy, all goes smooth.
When hard situations start getting the best, then you have to go through problems and keep going your own way.

Every day is important. Very important for those who, like me, is married and live their life and BDSM relationship under the same roof. OUt in the sun, as if it’s nothing.

Because, in the end, the dominant feeling in BDSM is love. For what you do and what you feel.

And what a better day to celebrate such a deep and unique feeling?

Happy Valentine’s day My switch… ❤️
Happy Valentine’s day My slave… ❤️

Happy Valentine’s day everybody!
Make love ❤️

Lasting punishment (Poll)


I made my weekly poll: “Is physical punishment useful for a long lasting BDSM relationship?”

The delivered answer is clear: Yes!
I believe the majority of the users who answered the poll, have based all their answers on an simple fact: BDSM is born from punishments, that the sub wants to suffer. Without punishments there wouldn’t be roles, nore expectations, nor “game”.

My personal thought is perctly in line with the answers. There is no BDSM wtihout punishments.
Especially mental punishments, more than physical ones. It may be because I see it in a more sentimental way, but my way of seeing BDSM is and needs to be a pleasure!

See you at the next Poll!

Between husband and wife…


One of the all time perversions is to being on the action, sexually speaking, in a couple that’s been married for years or a couple that doesn’t have a lot say anymore.
And to say that I’ve helped a lot of couples. But every time there’s always something new.

It was during the summer of 2015, I got to know a 41 year old woman form the province of Vercelli, on a know social network.
She was pretty, with green eyes and auburn red hair. She was sexually depressed. She needed an extramarital push to give back some life to her sexuality and to the fun with her husband.
She joined me in Novara, I got out of the car and saw her, a fresh-faced girl, shabby but with a staggering body.
I took her out for a coffee and she told me about her marital life, about having 2 kids and that she was looking for nothing but pure fun, but she up until then she hadn’t found anything interesting besides little morons of the: “Drink that warm milk in the coffe” kind. I was the only one who caught her attention to the point where she gave me her full availability to know me. And I think she told me that about a hundred times. And obviously my ego was up in the stars.
It was dinner time, we left with a promise, make her man feel useless and make his ego “feel like a cuckold”. We exchanged our numbers and we texted the whole night.

That same night, she sent me a picture where you could clearly see the interest of her husband in her, laying on the couch indifferently, rummaging in his pants watching porn. Till here, nothing weird, but he lasted about 3 minutes in bed (she told me).

The next day she called me and told me: I trust you, suprise me!

Her husband used to get out of work at 7 pm, and got home at about 7:20.
I gbot at their house at 6:30, I got the room ready and hid as soon as I heard him coming.
As he opened the bedroom door, with the complicity of the wife, we threw him on the bed and she undressed him. He, a 40 year old man, kinda short and skinny but with a good look, your usual southener with blue eyes, resisted espacially after I came out with the rope. And I tied him, with his wrists behind his back and his ankles very close. I grabbed his blue and white striped tie thrown on the ground by the wife and closed his mouth with a tight loop. I put him on the floor laying on his back and dismantled my bag, on the bed, in front of their eyes. He was afraid those toys would get used on him and he started shaking like a leaf. And I got more and more turned on by the idea that he could be more scared of what he would’ve really seen.
She started listing all that wasn’t working between them, sex was in the list.
Meanwhile, I sat on the bed and started playing with my cat o’ nine tails whip, making it go through my fingers while I was listening to the wife making her list.

She turned the page and wrote down what he had to do, to every bulletpoint he widened his eyes, I was getting closer to her, offering her the whip. I was about 3 inches from her, he understood that something strange was about to happen, in fact, I grabbed her by her hair and kissed her in front of him, helpless and visibly turned on. The situation was so exciting that I can’t deny I felt something growing inside my pants too.

With her hair in my hands, I out her on her knees in front of me and looking at her top-down I instructed her to touch herself while her other hand had to touch her husband’s pleasure. But her stare couldn’t be taken away from my eyes, not even for a second.
I, obviously, commanded him to try and not get turned on, but unluckily for him, he got punished with 2 whippings on his milky white butt.

So I got my cotton rope, and ordered her to tie up the man’s pleasure, ready to be pulled in case of danger, she said. The rope was wrapping the base of his penis and running around his balls too, creating a sort of collar and leash situation.

I turned her around doggy-style and I started my education ritual, ounishing her for the bad things she told her husband, making her thank me at every hit with a “Thank you, Sir”.
Her husbandhad goosebumps everywhere.

I looked around and saw on ther nightstand, some massage oil of a known brand, it was edible. I grabbed it, got closer to him and made it drip on the ground.
I went on the bed, got a vibrator, the most beautiful I had, it was fuchsia had 12 vibrations and it was about 7 to 8 inches, and I gently pushed it in the pleasure of her. It was a lake down there, so the effort was nothing but PURE PLEASURE. That unmistakable sound of the female pleasure in feeling something pushing in and out is something intoxicating.

I got closer to her hearand with a hand on her firm butt cheeks I told her: “Grab the cuckold by the horns and make him clean the floor”, she shivered…
She grabbed her husband by his hair and commanded him to lick that liquid from the ground. In the mean time my whip was giving harder and harder hits.

I decided, though, it was time to hear the cuckold’s sound, so I grabbed his wife by the hair, put her on her knees, unbuckled my belt and, dragging the zipper down, I brought down my underwear as well, showing off what I had to give her.
I moved her closer to me, tilted her faceup and whispering I said to her: “I don’t know what sound cuckolds do, but I know pretty well what bad wifes sound like” and her, smiling stuck her tongue out, opened her mouth and made my pleasure disappear in front of the astonished eyes of the husband who was hinting a slight pleasure.
At that sight, she pulled at the leash making him lose any sort of pleasure.

I put her on the bed with her legs spread and I started licking her, showing my butt off to the cuckold, making him imagine what was happening in front of me and that he couldn’t see. My tongue was running up and down on that clitoris as in a skiing competition and her, visibly excited, was touching my hair. _Her chills were tickling me for how strong her pleasure was.
I knelt down on her right side, letting the husband see what was going on, I put my fingers inside his wife’s pleasure. My right hand was getting in towards her, while my left hand was stimulating her clitoris, resulting in a trippy squirting to her say, never happened before.
The pleasure of him was like a spring, it strechted and went back to normal after she pulled on the leash.

I reached out with my hand, got a condom, the first I grabbed.
She snatched it off my hand, opened it, rolled it for the first half, put it in her mouth and made it glide onto my pleasure ever so slowly. She got up, positioned herself doggy-syle and told me: “screw me!”
I grabbed her by the hair, brought her to the ground, turned him around and put her on his face making him give her a breath taking facesitting.

I started letting her feel me inside of her. Pounding harder and harder with my balls passing in front of the man’s eyes.
I kept giving her pleasure for hours, while he was trying to get attention from her.
I took the condom off, put her mouth on my balls and moving her head in front of me I made my pleasure explode into her mouth, already full of words and pleasure from before.

I got clean in silence, put everything back in the suitcase, got dressed up and with a hand wave I left, leaving her on her knees still dripping with pleasure and him tied up.

I saw her again a couple days later in a shopping mall in Vercelli, she got close to the car before I closed it, got on her knees, lowered her head and lifted the rope to my chest, giving it to me, ending with a: “Thank you, Sir”.

From that time on, for various happenings, I haven’t seen them, but I think that if the husband was to see me, he would definitely remember “what sound the cuckold makes”.

The suitcase.


“What do you have inside that suitcase?”
This is the typical question I get asked by who, curious, knows me in person or on the various social media, where I talk about my world.

It’s an envelope where inside there’s a world on its own.
Inside of it, there are all my tools, if you can call them like that, for my own pleasure and my sub’s.

There’s few people who know what’s inside. Because my suitcase gets opened in relation to who wants to try… Not look!

The 2 zippers that close it, are always facing upwards, because I’m very jealous of who could see inside.

But my current suitcase is one of the ones who had the chance to keep in my perfumes and the ones of my subs’.

I started out with a black bag under the spare wheel.
There, where no one could think of.
I had head-spinning tools; I get chills just thinking about them!
From whips to dildos to sex machines. Opening it was a pleasure.
I think not more than 3 subs have seen the whole content of that. The other ones have only felt, on their skin, the pleasure of having something mine. I mean, coming out of that bag.

And then, for various happenings, after losing it (not my fautl), I decided to slowly re-buy everything.
Staring back from the whips. And a kit, bought on a very well know Chinese, low-cost online store.

It started for the first time with a sub from Livorno, the beginning of the new bag. It was a black bag, symbolizing one of my passions.
There was little inside, but it was enough.

Then it got bigger, becoming a grey backpack.
Capacious.
I bought the 2 hemp ropes (again) and one of my subs had the honor to try it on.
The other ropes… other whips…

So, I got to my suitcase.
Heavy. Always full.

What’s inside of it now?
You only need to find out… No looking, but trying.

In conclusion, I’ll wrap my ropes, clean my whips, tidy it all up and… one zipper at a time, I’ll close it again, leaving inside my pleasure and a new beginning…

Distance (Poll)


Relationships are a serious thing, they need to be taken with a grain of salt if you talk about distance.

“Does distance ruin a relationship?”
For the first time after I opened my blog, I wanted to try and ask the social media world and the answer was immidiate.
The majority of people said distamce doesn’t ruin a relationship, insted it strengthens it.
Well, in that case it’s not a short term relationship, rather a long term one.

In my point of view I agree with what the majority answered, I think it in very sentimental way, in that sense.

I think the end result doesn’t create the relationship, distance or not involved, I think it’s the journey that leads to that.

On the other hand, without bases, without roots, a classic retionship couldn’t work.

I thank all those who answered!

Talk to you soon.