Yes, Madame Lucie caught one of the few remaining nights for Madama Butterfly at the new Opera House on Queen St., somewhat staid compared to the Opera Houses of Paris and Closta Rica.

My first gander to such an event in a very long time.

Those who keep up with my meanderings, musings, banters and quips should know that I have a certain penchant for anything Japanese including a personal 13″ backpiece Geisha tattoo…I am a kimona collector, an art collector, a sponge for anything to do with the Geishas…the life befuddles me. I am awestruck with the purposeful intrigue, the knowledge, the desire to titillate in a time where many women could not…the textiles, the art is so exquisite, what better way to see a live performance of a classic, tragic of course,Opera, that focuses on the perils of such a woman’s plight, torn, in a fruitless quandry, with no huge way out….

The set design and costume was primarily designed by Susan Benson, a familiar name from my Stratford days, so a smile erupted when I saw her name listed in the credits.

The costumes were not necessarily accurate but they flowed and moved with grace, reminiscent to the forefront at least, of this seemingly gentle time period where Geisha were to be seen as such fluid creatures , unbeknownst to the public, what really went on behind the scenes.

The first half was slow and somewhat infantile with the language of ‘yor, the simplistic set design and pallid colour scheme not helping much and with, an outstanding I must say,lead female role played by a woman not Japanese, not even remotely.

However, the second half burst forth with renewal and drama, the timing in certain poignant parts perfect, the silence deafening when she waits for the fruitless return of her husband etc. etc.

These days to even bask in the pure joy of a live orchestra and sound bellowed out with no accoutrements, just pure acoustics is worth the money in itself. My eyes welled at the sensitivity and kept my mind after the fact wandering with rabid thoughts, reliving singular moments, as one does after a performance that touches you one way or another.

My night was short.

I had today an early am client, 7:30am to be exact , who had certain clamouring wishes of the dominant ,lustful kind, of which I was more than happy to fulfill …

“A Date with Madame Lucie”

I will share with you in part, his storyline, the balance to be shown in its entirety in my Member’s area.

“It had been some time since I had seen Madame Lucie and it was before her change in name so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I arrived on time at her doorstep and knocked with a nervous feeling and anxious from the anticipation of what the next hour would hold. To my delight she answered the door looking very sexy with a form fitting outfit that accentuated all of her fabulous curves and a plunging neckline to reveal those sumptuous breasts. As I entered, she smiled, closed the door behind me and proceeded to give me a warm hug and a long passionate kiss to welcome me back. “Where have you been?” she inquired as my hands slowly slid down over her hips and settled on that beautiful round ass of hers which I love to fondle so much. She looked different somehow but I could not quite tell what it was that was different, perhaps just a look or a twinkle in her eye. She then gently took my hand and led me into her well appointed home and up the stairs, her leading so I could get a full view of those shapely legs clad in sheer black stockings and her ass swaying to and fro as it pushed at the seams of that tight mini-skirt.

At the top of the stairs I provided Lucie with her envelope and asked to use the shower so I could freshen up. “Certainly” she said, “it is right over here, just go ahead and I will bring you a fresh towel”. As is showered I heard Lucie enter the bathroom and say “Here are your towels. I also brought something else for you. Put them on, no excuses!”. That was odd I thought, but continued to wash up. As I exited the shower there was the towel she promised sitting on the seat of the toilet, on top of it were four black leather cuffs. As I dried off I contemplated what to do next, but knew that there was really only one option, to do as I was told. With that I buckled the four cuffs onto my wrists and ankles, wrapped a towel around my waist and exited down the hall and into Lucie’s bedroom.

It was dark in the bedroom and Lucie was standing in the corner, arranging some items on the bedside table. As I entered she immediately approached me and commented how happy she was that I followed her instructions. As she stepped in behind me her hands immediately removed my towel and began to fondle my hardening cock. “My, it so big and hard, just look at it”. In front of me was a full length mirror and I could see Lucie’s hands massaging my cock and balls as I got a raging hard-on. As she massaged my cock, I began to moan with pleasure and focus on the incredible pleasure this simple act was providing. The next thing I knew, she had grasped both hands, pulled them forcibly behind me and there was a metallic “click”. The two cuffs on my wrists were now attached to each other behind my back significantly restricting my movements. “But I want to touch that beautiful body” I protested, as Lucie moved in front of me. Lucie only smiled and said “When I decide you deserve the right and you have earned it and only then” to be continued in my Member’s area

So yes, there are those who understand the many sides of Lucie..the soft furry side and the sharp assertive side…it’s all about balance…sort of like the beautiful handmade paddle I use in certain scenarios where I love showing both sides…black, soft, rabbit fur on one side, smooth as butter black leather on the other held by a handmade, mahogany stained,striated Brazilian hardwood, lacquered handle…

built for comfort, and speed…

sort of like my body,,,smiles

Madame Lucie

Your 21st Century Courtesan , Geisha, Odelisque,Concubine, Paramour

a lady with many sides and moods and emotions

You just have to ask for it

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www.sweetjuicylucy.ca

was the word of the day

as his face was being smothered by my dangling full breasts.

“I could kill you with these you know,” I jaunt him as I press one after the other of luscious, soft flesh into his wanting face.

“It’s sort of crazy how something so beautiful could actually kill you! Can you just imagine being tied up and my breasts smothering you..I would have a lot of explaining to do to the superintendent!” I laugh.

“But ,what a way to go!” he retorts back inbetween sucks and squeezes.

I was on top where I like to be a lot of times, straddling his pelvis, devoid of the tight, sensible skirt he requested. My lacy half bra was teasing enough with nipples hanging out, the long double twisted strand of Chanel pearls dropped gently onto his forehead as he munched to and fro, squeezing inbetween gulps my soft breasts with his sturdy fingers, squishing the nipples together…

“Can you get both nipples in at the same time? I adore my breasts being fondled almost as much as my ass being squeezed ,” I jest again.

I gaze into the mirror behind the bed savouring every moment of calculated, seamless, unexpected breath play.

Here I was, garter belt and ultra sheer full fashioned stockings, black with a wide band of saucy red, lacy g string crawling by this time up the crack of my tanned ass, frottaging his hard penis. With the open sheer black chiffon blouse, these were the only accoutrements left to this ‘Girly Girl’ scenario.

His murmurs were not to be deflected by the bodacious breast that was literally smothering his nostrils, his greedy mouth was as open wide as it could go, suckling what he came there for…nipples, a scenario where I was supposed to be his sister in law , a gal he sort of lusted over and was quite thrilled to see picking him up from the airport instead of his wife.

When he trundled in with his suitcase in hand, en route to other places in Ontario, me the diversion for a couple of hours, his idea of a scenario quickly faded into oblivion as he saw me in front of him, his vision was unfurling right in front of him.

“Lucy

I am pleased you agreed to a Sunday playdate.

So my plane from ****** gets in at 1:40 and I will take a cab over to your incall. I am planning to get a 6:30 train to ******* from Union Station. So it seems there will be time for a two hour date which will give you more time to reveal all the juicy fun stuff.

I am an enthusiastic 57 year old, somewhat reserved (but less so than some people might think, everything is relative ).

I would love to arrive as if I were picking up my wife as arranged (but for some reason she is not there) and you are the sister in law determined to finally seduce your sister’s husband in spite of his initial reluctance. You keep turning it up a notch chipping away at any resistance and finally prevail in your plan with a hot striptease and …”

I’ll call when I am on the way.

“No trickery here,” he exclaims.

“You look just like your pictures in Eros and The Red Zone, even the Santillo ones!”

He was beaming from ear to ear, his eyes never leaving mine as I kicked open his thighs and perched myself steadfast, leaning over ever so slightly to tease mercilessly, yet again, with popping bosoms.

“Let’s not carried away, ” I laugh, “Even though I am thankful I don’t look worse than my pictures!”

“Oh, no…you are exactly what I was expecting.”

I had time to get into the ensemble he requested…sexy, professional with a vintage flair…patent , sexy pumps, carefully applied makeup, wispy hair, a dash of heady Estee Lauder perfume and a tight cinched in, silk ,under bust corset ,was elegant, refined, womanly. My pearls filled in the low neckline of the sheer black chiffon blouse which subtley showcased perky nipples and ample cleavage….

“The best thing I have seen all day,” he laughs as he peers down my blouse.

“This is a treat for me, Lucy.”

“I hope you aren’t in a hurry, as I do like to take my time,” I wink at him as my long red nails crawl up and down his showered tummy.

Slowly,as requested, off came the tight skirt, slowly, slowly unzipping from behind like they do in the old movies of wilful taunts, smoky, sleazy hotel rooms after a night of carousing, only here it was a non smoke filled boudoir resplendent of times gone by, indirect lighting casting rosy glows upon selective bits of skin and lips and hips, and yes, Breasts.

“It’s not easy getting in and out of this attire,” I tease him happy to rid myself of the skirt yet eager to show off the red bits of stocking tops that then bared soft skin to which he hurriedly fondled, whimpering with delight at the exact vision of his dreams standing before him.

“I don’t think we need the scenario,’ he whispers.

“I am quite happy with what we are doing..I am not a great roleplay person anyways.”

“Don’t worry. You are in capable hands,” I whisper back as I stood seductively before him. Off came the corset, hook by hook, slowly , teasing with every flick of the nail. The blouse releases next, soft folds falling below my hips, bits of breast peeking through the shadowy sheerness.

“We women are in bondage too with these contraptions. Women back in the day, like in the current series Mad Men, always wore corsets and girdles, chastity belts I call them. You couldn’t get your hand up to a juicy pussy if you wanted to!! But the gals sure looked curvy and smooth, busting out all over in their form fitting clothes…womanly curves that would bring a man to his knees. Nylon stockings like the ones I am wearing, were the real thing…no Lycra back then…smooth, slippery, sexy. I have hundreds of dollars invested in these. I buy for ME first, YOU second and hope they get appreciated,” I wink at him.

“No worries from this side of the fence ,Lucy,” as he slides his hands up and down my taught legs.

“I like to keep my shoes on, my pearls, my stockings when I make out like this. It sort feels like we are sneaking away and if caught ,the scramble to get ready isn’t so great,” candidly I smirk as I kick one leg over his leg stroking his balls with my silky stockings as breasts continue to smother his left cheek.”

My compatriot to Languid Lust continued, my eager mouth all over his grateful cock, his eyes gazing at the vision before him, stockinged feet in the air behind me, squishy tepid breasts keeping his jewels warm as the slurping and sucking and licking forged on.

” I love sucking cock,” I exclaim.

“Nobody has stayed down there as long as you. Aren’t you tired?”

“No way, unless you would like me somewhere else?”

He pulls me up, we kiss, we fondle.

“There are many ways to come. How about a slippery hand job with these red nails?”

His smile said it all.

I poured ever so slowly the baby oil, relishing the vision of it falling in and out of cracks to even his asshole thinking to myself how much I wanted to grab that thing of his and start the swirling, stroking until…

Yes, until.

UNTIL did happen, in unison to our breathing, to our nibbling, one breast dutifully draped onto his writhing chest,pert, taught as his engorged cock.

“My trip will be much more relaxing, Lucy. This was grand.”

Piles were on the floor..

“Out of great messes cums great Art”

is my motto.

My breasts were happy campers. They saw more attention than most.

I think to myself how glad they are real, and soft when they need to be, firm and pointed when aroused…items of Rapturous Torture.

It’s how one uses their tools that makes the parody.

You can give 12 guys the same hammer and have 12 different results.

You can have 12 different sets of breasts and you may even get to touch a pair of them!

Madame Lucie

Your Mature Nubile Enabler of Dreams

Kink, Pro Domme, Roleplays, Fantasies, Fetishes

True GFE with PSE finishes

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Rates, Specials, Session details, BLOG for frequent quips and thought processes

I do not book Private callers unless you have a history with me

Same day Appointments preferred unles you have a date and time you can adhere to

tonight, Saturday the 24th!!!

Who would like to be my date?

It looks like their Fashion Show is back on etc etc dungeon and all!

www.northbound.com

I could have the time if you would like the feline…wink

4 hours $950 plus entry fees

as my Slave or, as my Companion strutting our stuff to be seen, and heard

I am a big fan and I have gone many times before I just was disappointed with the exclusion of their fabulous, and I mean fabulous Fashion show..it’s back on so I could be ready for Play!

Pretty well All of my leather and rubber and tools for the trade comes from there…great service, great design, great construction!

Buy it right the first time, pay the dough, …hmmmm sort of like this biz!

Check out their site for the details…www.northbound.com

I have some quality leather male clothing for the shy ones who are dying to try this out…

Madame Lucie

By sweetjuicylucy at 2009-10-24

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Blackberry

Saturday as usual & Sunday, all day, is open for appointments this particular weekend

Outfits galore….fun galore….there isn’t much I haven’t seen or been privy too..wink, but then a couple of interesting things did happen with me this week I could share…!