The Dragonfly Den

 Welcome into my space. My name is Jenn and I am a domme. As said previously on this blog I go by Lady Dragonfly or Lady D on social media. I love being a domme. I love being called Goddess or Mistress. I love the fun and the benefits it sometimes brings me. I love telling men "no" when they've often gone through life being told "yes". I also love saying yes at times. Maybe I should explain. A few years ago a young man contacted me regarding a foot worship session. After some messaging back and forth, we made arrangements to meet up. He was attractive, a young professional, and had come from work still in white shirt and tie. We sat on the bed and talked for a bit before he reached down and took one of my feet in his hands. He looked at me, some fear on his face and I nodded at him. For an hour he worshipped my feet with his mouth and hands.  I stroked his hard cock until he came. After we were cleaned up, he hugged me with tears in his eyes. He thanked me over

This started off as a one time teaser tweet on my Twitter page  Lady Dragonfly   but has evolved into a multi-part mini story. I've transferred the tweets over to be read as one block of text with minor edits for spelling, grammar, punctuation, and formatting.  Part one can be found  here. Part two can be found  here. Part three can be found  here. Part four can be found  here. And now we continue with Part Five and the possible conclusion. I hope you enjoy it. *  *  *  *  *  * Your heart pounds so hard that you wonder if everyone in the room can hear it. Your cock is hard, your ass is full, and you have witnesses to your humiliation. Your body flushes pink with embarrassment but quivers with excitement. You're scared but you want this. You asked for this. You struggle not to jump when a fingertip grazes the head of your cock. "Oh, he's a very eager boy!" James exclaims with a laugh. Shame flows through you. "Open your mouth," I say, my voice low but f

This started off as a one time teaser tweet on my Twitter page  Lady Dragonfly  but has evolved into a multi-part mini story. I've transferred the tweets over to be read as one block of text with minor edits for spelling, grammar, punctuation, and formatting.  I hope that you enjoy it and it arouses more than your mind. Part 1  can be found here Part 2  can be found here Part 3  can be found here And now, on to Part 4.... *  *  *  *  *  * You stare at me with wide eyes. I can see the fear in them. Surely I wouldn't open up the door! Surely I wouldn't let anyone see you like this! All I can do is smile and it does nothing to alleviate your fear. I pat your cheek. "Don't worry kitten. Trust me." After the briefest of seconds, you nod your head. " Stay just as you are. Don't move." I get up and open the door. You resist the urge to turn your head and see who is there. Did I open the door wide enough for the stranger to see you

This was a thread originally posted on my Twitter @ladydragonfly6 . I hope that you enjoy it. (Content is the same with minor corrections to spelling, grammar, punctuation, or formatting.) Part 1 of this story can be found  here. Part 2 of this story can be found here. And now on to part three... * * * * * * Once we get inside ou r hotel room, I lock the door behind us and cut the bonds off your wrists. "Strip down but leave the panties on." Shoes, socks and shirt are quickly shed but you hesitate at the button of your jeans, the blush covering your whole body this time. Your eyes meet mine and I stare back at you and frown. "Pants. Now." You wince at the harsh tone of my voice and shove your pants down around your ankles. "Cute panties," I say with a smirk. "I'm surprised you chose lace. Now turn around and show me the plug." "Please, Mistress," you say quietly, face still burning and eyes on the floor. &qu

You find her. The Goddess, Domme, Domina, Mistress, Lady of your dreams. The perfect D/s or FLR. You discovered Her online which has it's own set of complications but worth working to overcome. What are some ways to keep that connection alive over the miles or even transatlantic? Let's take a look at some helpful tools. First we come to  Bond Touch bracelets.  These bracelets are about the size of a FitBit and are worn on the wrist. It has an app that you download and can customize light colors as well as the "touch" vibrations. You can send up to ten "touch" vibrations and can also customize the pattern and rhythm of the sensations.  You can follow your partner's location and even the weather where they are. Coming soon on their app is a Share Message and Share Pics option which I am sure that many are looking forward to. My friend,  Goddess Devora , has a pair that she uses with her special friend. She has informed me that while intended for

This was a thread originally posted on my Twitter @ladydragonfly6. I hope that you enjoy it. (Content is the same with minor corrections to spelling, grammar, punctuation, or formatting.) *  *  *  *  * You can feel the car coming to a stop. You dazedly wonder how long the car has been traveling. Five minutes? Ten? Twenty? You don’t even really care. You’ve been concentrating so hard on trying not to cum. Your cock was already hard from my strokes. The vibrations in your plugged ass had fluctuated from mild to intense and back again and you knew that I was doing it on purpose just to torture you. You wondered about my little comment about not making a mess. Was that an order not to cum or just a suggestion? “Hi!” I say in a perky tone. I take in your sweaty, red face and the amount of drool coating your chin. “By the looks of it, you were having a great time in here!” You nod and shake your head and try to talk around the ball gag. I laugh at your frustration and hook my arm