Worship your Goddess



Their eyes never left each other, locked in a fiery embrace of passion and power.
In her stiletto high heels, she towered over him a little, as she pulled him into a tight hug.
Her lips met his, forcing them open, so her tongue could rape his mouth, at will.
Her hands held him tight against her body, even as she caressed his hair.
Pulling back, she let him worship her with his eyes, enjoying the power she had over him.
Black lace bra covering her perfect breasts, black lace panties framing her perfect ass.
Black silk stockings and garters, sculpting her long toned legs, leading to her moist pussy.
Stiletto heels encasing her celestial feet, painted toes glistening, demanding respect.
She was his love goddess, he was her love slave, opposites in role but united in desire.
He would worship her, his eyes drinking in her beauty, his hands caressing her soft skin.
His lips-mouth-tongue would worship every part of her body, seeking her every essence.
She would use him, teach him, and make him serve her every pleasure, without limits.
Pulling him close, she cradled his face lovingly against her breasts, as she stripped him.
Pushing him down, she held his face tight between her thighs, against her wet panties.
One heel found his hardening cock, the other gently scratched his back.
Pushing him lower, his face at her feet, she stood tall and ordered him to worship.
Soft kisses on her feet, gentle sucking of her toes, licking of her heels.
His worship travelled upwards, covering every inch of her stockinged legs, to naked thighs.
Stockings rolled off with his hands, panties removed with his lips, now in his mouth.
With bra off, she summoned his mouth to her breasts, for prolonged worship.
More worship of her bare feet and legs, her pussy excited with growing anticipation.
Pulling his face into her pussy, strong thighs holding his face, in place.
He would kiss-suck-lick as she ordered, until she had multiple orgasms, squirting strongly.
His reward for service, drinking in her essence, his face glistening with her arousal.
For a break, she would feed him wine, from her mouth and body, into his mouth.
She would attach a dildo to his face and mouth, and go for a long rough ride.
She would reward him again, making him lick her juices off the dildo, and from her pussy.
Again, he would worship her with his mouth-lips-tongue, again and again.
She would use him, till she was completely satisfied, and he had nothing left to give.
His dog collar and her whip-riding crop would help her ensure his compliance.
Her sharp heels and her long nails would paint his body, in symphony with his service.
She would console and caress him, and bathe and nurture him.
Once he was dressed, she would sit on his lap, and tell him of future plans for them.
Kissing him, she would again become aware of her growing arousal.
Standing over his kneeling form, her pussy would demand final worship from his tongue.
With her love juices in his mouth, he would leave happy, but yearning to see her again.


The Dinner Date.

Mistress Volga Russian Tall Blonde Goddess in lingerie, black nylon stockings, high heels

This is a playback of a dinner date between Me and one of My personal slaves.  The activities described are based on My personal dynamic with him and should not necessarily be construed as possibilities with Me in a professional session.  This is written  to describe what happened  and what we felt, to share with you the magic of possibilities between open minds and trusting hearts.

Even with 4,000 miles distance separating them, Her power and control evolved my submission and servitude. For the dinner date, reservations had been made at Her favourite restaurant for Her favourite table, an elegant setting and delicious menu that met Her standards, where She had previously indulged Her dominant and sadistic desires, in public but with discretion, with awareness to a familiar waitress and attentive observers. 

In our very first meeting, i realized that i was kneeling before a true Goddess, who was superior to me in every aspect.  Her power and control over me were authentic and immediate, and commanded my complete submission and passionate worship.  Her comfort and cruelty in using me for Her pleasure gave me purpose and warmed my submissive soul.  In an office meeting room, when She confirmed our dinner date, my mind was in sub-space and my heart was grateful, to serve a Goddess again!

As She walked towards me, every eye in the restaurant was in awe of Her divine beauty and physical perfection, with a mix of envy and desire.  Approaching me from behind, She grabbed my hair and kissed me passionately, showing genuine affection but undeniable dominance.  She told the waitress “he doesn’t need a menu or plates, I will order and he will eat my leftovers”.  She relished the best portions of Her favourite foods and passed the plates to me to enjoy Her leftover scraps. 

i was in Her world, and nothing else around me mattered.  i wanted to do anything She wanted of me, and trusted Her to define the limits in public, and ignore them in private.  With gratitude, i enjoyed Her leftover scraps from Her plate, knowing that She could easily make me eat them off the floor, with Her heel on my head.  Our conversation ranged across multiple topics, from mutual interests and personal warmth, to sexual and sadistic ideas She wanted to explore with me.  All i wanted to do was obey.

For longer, i had sought someone who was powerful and dominant, who would accept my submissive soul and servant heart, who would take pleasure in my devotion and service, who would want to own and evolve me, to validate my purpose and passion, and nourish me as a pet.  As She held me with Her eyes, i knew i had fallen for Her, but i wondered if She saw value in me.  i hoped She did, and started to winder what She would turn me into.  With Her design as my destiny, i was at peace.

At home, She wanted to test the utility of my mouth.  She made me lick Her heels and soles, spat in my mouth, made  me eat dessert off the floor, swallow chewed up and stepped on food bits, lick Her panties clean, and She pissed in my mouth.   After this second round of drinks and dinner, She was confident that my mouth would serve as a receptacle for absolutely anything that She desired.

Her sadistic desires were growing.  She wanted to see how much i would suffer while providing Her sexual pleasure.  She was standing naked over my face and  ordered me to worship Her, as She started to whip me.  The intensity of the whipping was in symphony with my growing arousal, She scratched my back deeply with Her sharp heels, painting Her V symbol.  She muffled my cries and tears between Her thighs, as She came copiously on my face. She had drowned my face and mouth in Her cum.  She needed to relax and ordered me to rub lotion, massage, kiss, lick and suck every inch of Her divine body.  She made me lie between Her legs with my face buried in Her pussy as She soothed the pain in my back with Her smooth silky legs. 

She told me what i had done well and how She wanted me to improve.  She told me what She would turn me into – domestic servant, maid, sissy, slut, cuckold, dog, pet – the possibilities were endless and She would explore them all.  She would use me in public and private, alone and with others, increasing Her power and control, and driving me deeper into submission and slavery, ultimately branding me as Hers.

She was so excited talking about the future She saw with me.  Climbing on top, She raped my face harder and longer than She had before, my  tongue buried in Her pussy and ass, licking deep and tirelessly, swallowing all Her  juices.  With Her cum glazing my face and filling my mouth, and with leather collar still on my neck, we went out for a coffee, oblivious to attention of onlookers. Lost in the magic we had experienced, and the world were creating!

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My phone chimes as I receive my final orders from Mistress, commanding her f*ck toy to report immediately to her front door. Never wanting to keep her waiting I make my way to her door with utmost haste and knock full of both nerves and excitement, ready to serve.

Mistress opens the door, I walk in, once again immediately taken aback by her beauty and can’t help but notice how her latex nurse outfit perfectly hugs her athletic and strong body. As the door closes I’m ordered to strip immediately and told that I’m in her special medical facility and she needs to undertake a lot of unusual tests. Just as I utter my agreement, two small bottles are placed under my nose and I’m forced to deeply inhale 3 times and my head begins to swim and any inhibitions I may have had are now leaving my mind.

A little unsteady, I follow Mistress to the ‘ward’ where I have a private room with a towel laid out on the bed, a selection of ever larger anal toys and a range of restraints and lubricants. Mistress tells me that she saw me staring at her back and legs as I’d followed her in and that her f*ck toy needs to behave and be sedated a little more. She pulls out the special medicine and once again.

Mistress, or should it be Nurse, tells me that she is going to keep my medicated all evening and that the purpose of todays tests are to see how good a f*ck toy I can be as she wants to stretch me. I nod to show my understanding as my body and mind are taken over by a combination of the medicines and her phenomenal beauty.

Pushed back on to the bed, my legs are immediately raised and cuffed by my ankles to the frame. I am now exposed, Mistress begin to circle the entrance. I moan with pleasure and tell her I’m ready to be the f*ck toy she desires. My words are greeted with a sharp spank across my exposed cheeks, as she tells me to be quiet and another dose of medicine is forced upon me. I thank Mistress, but as much as she appreciates the words she tells me that she’d told me to be quiet and forces a double dose on me with no option to protest.

Now sedated, Mistress Volga places a gag in my mouth and I feel a vibration over my body before I realise what’s happening, I feel a build-up of pressure before the head of a vibrating wand pushes deep inside me. The head stretching me nicely, the vibrations felt through my G-Spot.

The feeling of the medicine and the pure excitement of being stretched by Mistress is almost too much, but I know this is the first stage of many to come. Restrained, her hand grips my throat, squeezing my airwaves to the point a I gasp for air. She holds me in place until I’m close to exploding and then releases the pressure.

Mistress turns away from the bed, and with a sultry strut proceeds to walk over to the bedside, picking up her strapon. ‘Have another sniff’ she instructs in a seductive but playful tone, as she slips her beautifully toned and tanned legs through the straps and stands before me.

Pulling me into position over the edge of the bed, my legs still restrained and raised, Mistress twists and pulls the plug out of me and tells me that I’m going to have to take every inch of her strapon. By now I know not to speak, and do my best to relax and be a good f*ck toy for my Mistress.

It hits my prostate and my whole body tenses with a mixture of pleasure and surprise. The full weight of Mistress pushing her strapon in and out of me, steadily picking up the pace until she is pounding so hard that the bed sounds like it might break and the noise of my chained restraints echoes around the room.

Mistress shows no mercy, but pauses for a second to implement one more large dose before returning to pounding me, this time slapping my cheeks and telling me what a filthy slut I am. My mind is swirling in a bubble of intense pleasure and kinky desires as Mistress finally relents as she has one final test for me.

By now, all I can really fathom in my thoughts is the feeling of Mistresses fist in me. It’s all I want, all I crave. Sensing this, after a short while, Mistress feeds me one last sizeable dose and pulls the plug out of me. Without a moment to pause, I feel her hand circling inside and outside my aching hole.

The sensation of her whole hand inside me, pressing on my prostate is outrageous and my back arches with pleasure. Filling up my cavity and making my body shudder. Good f*ck toy Mistress says and smiles at me, seeing me streched and with my eyes rolling with great pleasure.

The job interview.

The job interview.

As the lift ascended I could feel my hands start to sweat, the nerves were getting the better of me. I had worked so hard to get this interview and I knew the job was mine, all I had to do was impress Mistress Volga and I would finally land the PA job of my dreams. I had been told she was a bit of a ball buster but it was a huge step up and it would launch my career into the stratosphere. 

I walked into the office… A large glass desk before me, two black leather armchairs were on the near side, sat facing me in a white leather chair was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. As I approached she gestured to one of the black armchairs without looking up as I was a nuisance to her, something she had to deal with rather than enjoy. I sat down as she continued to scrutinize whatever  was on the computer screen before her.

She was absolutely stunning! Glowing long blonde hair into gentle curls cascaded onto her soft shoulders, her full lips were parted a perfect cherry re, simple and subtle black eye makeup made her green eyes erupt with an almost ice glare. She wore a tight silk shirt revealing a full and pronounced cleavage. Through the glass of her desk I could see a black leather pencil skirt hugging her tights, and her black patent heels had the infamous red soles. She was mesmerizing,  her black sheer stockings were almost immaterial at this point. Every item she wore was clearly deliberate, and done to exude power and confidence and for some reason I felt like it was also done exude sex. Around her neck was a delicate chain with a simple large black pearl hanging from it that glistened in the light nestled in her magnificent cleavage. Her nails were filed down to what appeared to be points and painted glossy scarlet red. It made her look ferocious and dangerous, she was incredibly sexy! Her nails alone had me staring so hard I almost didn’t respond when she addressed me.

”You wish to be my PA.” She stated in a softened Russian accent.

It wasn’t a question: I replied yes anyway.

Practically ignoring my answer she slowly stood up straightened her leather skirt and figure hugging silk blouse and walked around her desk. Her patent stiletto heels clicking loudly echoing around the room with each step she took on the hard floor. As she got closer I realized how tall Mistress Volga was, she was well over 6ft in her heels. Her long legs were so elegant and graceful as she walked. The leather knee length pencil skirt was so tight I swear, I could see the claps of her suspenders holding up her stockings. I was unable to look away, it’s like she had cast a spell over me!

Mistress Volga sat on the edge of the desk before me and carefully crossed her legs. The sound of her stockings rubbing against each other was like music to my ears. I couldn’t work out why I was so turned on by this woman. She was captivating, her black patent heels were hypnotizing as they carefully dangled from her beautifully slender feet.  I longed to know what colour her toe nails were painted and if theey matched the glossy scarlet of her fingers. She spoke and I was enthralled instantly by her soft Russian accent.

”This is a female led company and men who work here do so only because  we allow it and only ever in subservient roles I have some requirements for my personal PA that you must follow. Your reference are adequate but you must do as I say when I say and without question. That is requirement not a debate.”

”I understand.” I replied. It’s like she didn’t care that I had responded. I knew she was strict from her reputation but I was unaware of what she would do next and it changed my life forever.

Mistress Volga opened a small wooden box on her desk. She reached inside and pulled out a small metallic object carefully placing it on the desk next to her. 

”This is a job requirement,” she said gesturing to the metal work next to her. ”As part of working here you will be locked in chastity and used for my pleasure however I see fit, whenever I see fit. You no longer control yourself, you are for me to control.” She stated in her alluring sexy accent.

I felt my face got hot and could feel myself going red and flushed, I could barely think let alone speak, I couldn’t believe what she was saying. This was so inappropriate, I was so caught so far off guard I couldn’t manage to reply, I saw was a small smile  spread across Mistress Volga’s face, she knew exactly what she was doing and that I was unable to comprehend what was happening let alone respond enough to refuse anything.

”If you wish to be employed here you will wear this at all times, more rules will follow as we work together but for now you will wear this and call me MISTRESS.” she stated.

I could fell my cock growing in my trousers as I sat there listening to her talk, as soon as she said Mistress my balls lurched and my cock went completely rigid I couldn’t explain the effect this woman had on me.

”Yes, Mistress.” I heard myself saying it, I don’t know how I said it, it’s like the words fell out of my mouth out of my control. 

I had heard of male chastity devices but never seen one. It had a metal cage attached to a padlock and a ring at its base.

”Stand up.” Mistress Volga commanded.

I was falling completely under her control I could feel it as I rose to my feet, my will was leaving me.

”Remove my skirt slut.” I was frozen to the spot my feet unable to move and in a bizarre moment of clarity realized I was the slut at this command came from Mistress Volga’s full red lips.

I walked behind Mistress Volga and unzipped the back of her leather pencil skirt allowing it to fell to the floor. The silk blouse hugged her waist and stopped short of her panties.

I had been correct, she was wearing a suspender belt and stockings with sheer black lace panties. 

”Remove your trousers slave!” This was clearly directed at me, she looked me straight in her eye and I couldn’t look away from her piercing green eyes as I undid my belt, removed my shoes and dropped my trousers to the floor. 

”Underwear as well.” She ordered. ”You will never wear underwear again while you work for me.”

Mistress Volga stepped towards me and gently teased my shaft with her long nails softly raking at the skin leaving little red welts before holding it firmly in her hand giving a strong squeeze. She cupped my balls in her left hand and dug her long red nails into me, squeezed and pulled down, I almost fell to my knees but she held me up by my balls. She reached out with her right hand.

”You like being my slut, don’t you slave I can feel how hard you are!”

Mistress squeezed my cock again and more precum leaked out onto her manicured fingers, she held her hand out to me, her slut, and I licked and sucked Mistress’s fingers clean.

”Good boy.” Mistress noted. 

Mistress Volga took the securing ring and slowly slid it down my shaft to the base and carefully moved it over my balls, now hanging lower after she had been pulling them. Mistress held it in place with her left hand while picking up the cock cage. Mistress slid this over my throbbing shift and forced my cock to fit inside compressing my throbbing erection. My cock bulged out in between the bars of the cage, it was deeply uncomfortable and restrictive but not painful. Next came the padlock, she placed the padlock  in place, removed the key and looked me in the eyes. Mistress took the key and put it on a small silver necklace before passing it over her head so it hung gracefully around her elegant neck nestled between her beautiful breasts. 

”Open your mouth, slave.” 

I immediately opened my mouth, Mistress slowly and carefully spat into my mouth, her saliva was such beautiful gift. 

”Swallow my spit slave.”

I swallowed and thanked Mistress.

I knelt there with my mouth help open and she proceeded to spit again into my mouth, it was such a joy to taste her.

”Take off the rest of your clothes and crawl over to me slave.”

I did as commanded, the chastity cage tight and uncomfortable holding in my erection, precum leaking out of me as I crawled naked across the floor save for my cage, the only way out of this hung around my Mistress’ neck.

I approached Mistress Volga and her legs were spread wide revealing the see through crotch of her panties. I could see her pussy its nestled top against the fabric and yearned to lick and taste my Mistress.

”Clean my shoes with your tongue slave,” she commanded, smiling at my clear wanton desire to lick her pussy.

I began kissing and licking her patent black heels, sucking the heel into my mouth to ensure nothing was missed as moan escaped my lips.

”So you’re a shoe slut are you my little chastity slave.” she asked mockingly. 

I went to respond but she forced the pointed toe of her heel into my mouth making me lick and kiss and suck. I lovingly  and eager licked and kissed each of her shoes in turn hoping I might be allowed to remove one and worship her feet, sadly this was not to be, I hoped in the future I would be allowed to.

”Let’s see if you have a useful tongue” she purred to herself, ”start licking the crotch of my panties slave.”

I slowly and tentatively ran my tongue over the gusset of her panties, I wanted her to know how grateful I was for being allowed to be so close to her. I could faintly taste her musk and pussy juices that had started to seep into the sheer material, the scent of her was overwhelming, I felt drunk, the musky, heady aroma of her pussy filled my senses, I was licking at her crotch desperately trying to lick through her panties to taste the glorious Goddess nectar that lay beyond I had to taste my Goddess’s pussy, this was no longer something I wanted, it was something I needed, I needed to taste her cum so I could continue to live.

”You will do nicely slave.” Mistress Volga breathed as she looked down at me, peering over her silk blouse, the key to my cage nested on its chain next to the black pearl in her beautiful tanned clevage.

I could sense the rest of my day would be spent on my knees pleasuring my Goddess and my new life as her slut while locked in chastity was just beginning this was where I meant to be, and Mistress Volga held the key to my cock and freedom. I was here to serve her, my gorgeous Russian Mistress and Goddess.  

The foot worshiping service.

black shiny PVC boots with red very high heeled boots

For those of you considering becoming a foot fetishist or those of you wishing to develop your foot fetish to the absolute pinnacle of perfection personified and enslavement please allow me to recommend the foot worshiping service provided by Mistress Volga.

Always perfectly and immaculately haute coiffed and in haute couture. Her beautiful countenance and captivating femininity will take your breath away. Imagine this as you sit in anticipation before her as she playfully kicks off her beautiful 7 inch patent midnight black shiny stilettoes or if you are really lucky she will let you remove them yourself.

Your senses are immediately assailed by the scent of perfumed perfection as your nose drinks in that captivating and gloriously overwhelming intoxication that only the  perfect manicured feet of a stunning tall blonde  Russian Mistress  can provide after being incased all day in satanic black  Havana fully fashioned seamed nylon stockings with Cuban heel. 

Drink in that perfect foot and nylon aroma as it explodes and barrels into your face and courses up both nostrils like twin torpedo Exocet missiles to simultaneously explode in the primordial darkest deepest center of your brain to further captivate you and enhance your addiction. 

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Hot threesome with a kinky couple in Marylebone.

Hot threesome with a kinky couple. 

Last night I had a sexy session with my gorgeous girlfriend Emma who also lives in Marylebone and her vanilla boyfriend. Emma wanted to give her boyfriend a treat and arrived at my place for a drink, her boyfriend unsuspecting of what was going to happen, thinking we were going out clubbing had no idea of our kinky plans.

After a short while, I slipped off to my room and changed into my red latex catsuit and black&red PVC boots. I slipped on a strap on around my waist. Slowly I sauntered back into the living room. I stood in the doorway and her boyfriend looked like he’d seen a ghost, he nearly spat out his drink and before he had time to say anything Emma was snogging me and us soon performing a light lesbian show in my dark lighted by candles lounge. After our hot make out we grabbed him and led him to my bedroom tying him to my desk chair unable to move we continued making love on the bed. He watched me fuck his girlfriend with a monster strap on, and had to listen to her scream in delight. 

It must have been torture for him to realize he couldn’t please her as I could. He soon began pleading for us to untie him so he could join the fun. We made him join on one condition…he put butt plug tail which made him like a fox, lol. He reluctantly let Emma put the butt plug in him, and immediately joined us for a very steamy threesome.

If you would like to have a threesome with me and my kinky girlfriends, dominant or submissive or something between contact me now via email MistressVolga@gmail.com or call me on +44 7783 219188 and let’s arrange a date.


London Mistress

London Mistress

I require co-operative and obedient subs and slaves to satisfy my need to dominate and be worshipped.

I enjoy participating in many fetish activities. I am flexible and sensitive to the needs of my subs and slaves.

Let me show you how to let go of the stresses of daily life and embrace escapism and fantasy.

If you are an experienced sub or new to the world I can guide you through a tailor-made session that will stimulate your every sense.

London Mistress Volga