Welcome to Sofia’s Dilemmas

A collection of short stories and dialogues as experienced by Mistress Sofia, who, for some time worked in the adult phone call industry and in her late sixties became a real time dominatrix.  

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Rupert’s Punishment

Rupert was not a young man, consequently he had vivid recollections of being caned at school. Try as he might he had never been able to quite shake off the memory. Over the years it had developed almost into an obsession and slowly it changed from the judicial recollection it used to be to something... Continue Reading →

Trapped in PVC by Way of Apology

Brian arrived at Mistress Sofia's feeling very apprehensive. He had apologised profusely over letting her down a few months previously, but she was not letting him off lightly for inconveniencing her. Feeble words with no actions were never acceptable to her, especially not when she had held onto the photos she had taken a few... Continue Reading →

“Johnathan”

Johnathan almost ran down the length of the office, bumping into Susan on the way, he muttered an inaudible apology. He reached his desk with minutes to spare. Johnathan looked out of the window and there she was, Mrs Jones, looking as elegant and beautiful as the first day he saw her. Johnathan had started... Continue Reading →

COVID 19

I gaze through my window and look at the hill The grass is green, but all is quite still Everything is bright , it looks just the same But my mind is aware of the worlds grief and pain This covid 19 takes its toll on humanity Its affecting our lives our loves our sanity... Continue Reading →

This is the world

Slave stepped into the street, it was deathly quiet. He looked left to right and caught sight of another slave. It was like looking in a mirror. Black latex from head to foot, spiked posture collar around his neck clearly labelled stating who his mistress was and where he belonged. This is the world. Slave... Continue Reading →

A Punishing Time

His heart was pounding in his chest as he knocked on her door,it always did! he stood there, on her doorstep, toolbox in hand and waited for her. She opened the door and smiled slightly at him "come in mark" She is immaculately turned out as always, today she had on one of her 1950's... Continue Reading →

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