Miss Raven

The original

I am The Original Miss Raven. You find me here in my first on-line incarnation, though I have been happily practicing my 'craft' for over twenty years. Alas, as Morse code is no longer in use and my semaphore is somewhat rusty, I have had to drag a slave kicking and screaming to the keyboard to make him show me the ways of the twenty first century. This wretch, who has been under my control for twenty-one years now, assures me that it’s easy and I will soon get the hang of it. Let’s hope he knows what he is talking about or he may not make twenty-two years!

Having been involved in the SM community since my very early twenties, I am truly what is often referred to as a 'lifestyle' dominatrix. Whilst I perfectly understand that you may not be dedicated to the 'scene' to the same extent, I would only be interested in seeing you if you had a genuine and personal fantasy to explore with me. My experience and tastes range widely over the spectrum offered by this school of sensuality. I have, however, a particular penchant for subjugating males by means of my strap-on. I find this affords me direct and intimate control of my submissive unparalleled by any other means.

Always and without question, let me know if you cannot keep an appointment. Wasting my time is extremely disrespectful. It also denies someone else the opportunity to see me that day. Your chance of another appointment then becomes none at all. Whatever the reason, even if it is only that you have had second thoughts, always let me know. I will thank you and be understanding of your situation. Needless to say, poor hygiene, drink and drugs in any combination will render you unfit to serve me. I do not offer online domination. If you would like me to consider you joining me for an evening at one of my favourite clubs, you may politely enquire by email. I am located in the Baker Street area of London’s West End, and look forward to hearing from you.

UP TO SCRATCH
All this tapping at the keyboard is threatening to ruin my lovely fingernails... time to order my sissy maid to give me a manicure to restore their beauty. First a nice, long soak in a bowl of sweetly scented warm water (last time the water was a little too hot, so I slapped the bitch's face hard enough to leave a blazing hand-print on it). She then files my talons to a perfect oval, sharpening the tips so that when I rake them over her shaved cock and balls it is all she can do not to scream. Once this has been done to my satisfaction, two gleaming coats of scarlet polish are applied. It requires a very steady hand and I can see that being this close to the object of her adoration has caused her to tremble slightly. She manages to accomplish her task without mishap, then serves me a glass of champagne... I love to watch her teetering about in her high heels as she waits on me. While I'm relaxing I have the slut unlace my leather boots and remove them so that I may appraise the pedicure she gave me the day before. Still in good shape, but since my feet are already bare I may as well take the opportunity to have her apply some lotion. My maid is staring lustfully at my toes, no doubt imagining them crammed into her mouth. As it is rude to stare, I make a mental note to spank her over my knee until her ass is as red as my nails now are... just as soon as they're dry!