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I moved to D.C.

Posted in bdsm, Dark Odyssey, dominatrix, domme, femdom, model, scarlettlush  by ScarlettLush
June 7th, 2017

I decided that I was ready for a change and moved up the coast to Washington, D.C. I have friends in the area and a close network of kinky people. My favorite bdsm events are in the DC/Baltimore area and I was overall ready for some new scenery. I’m visiting Orlando every once in a while for friends and for sessions but for now my home base is D.C. and I’ll be accepting new clients for in person sessions and online. If you’re interested in serving me send a polite email to Scarlett.Lush@gmail.com

 

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Life Update

March 24th, 2017

Life. is. good.

November and December are always a blur thanks to my birthday and the holidays. The most memorable moment was being thoroughly spoiled at the mall during a Christmas session in Orlando with a long-time client. Teasing and torturing someone who has been so loyal and caring over the years is always a delightful experience for me.

January and February were incredibly busy, but March has slowed down. I’m currently in Philly with my best friend who is undergoing a fairly complicated surgery. I’ve been her nurse and caregiver since March 12th. Being raised in the South didn’t prepare me for all this snow. I don’t know how people deal with this weather. The calm beauty of a blizzard is nice but I’ve been freezing my tail off. I just want to stay in bed or in a hot bath all day long. I need to gear up before I embark on another snowy adventure.

Most people are surprised that I have such a tender bedside manner when in Nurse Scarlett mode. It’s a role I take on only for those closest to me, but I do enjoy it. My organizational skills and comfort giving orders make me an effective caretaker. It doesn’t hurt that I don’t mind bodily fluids or blood either. 😉

However I *am* going a bit stir-crazy because the blizzard has kept us cooped up inside so much. There’s also a kink in my neck from napping in my friend’s hospital room. But it’s a small price to pay for being able to care for a dear friend in their time of need.

 

 

 

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Owning Your Manhood

October 26th, 2016

I have a pet that I have the fortune to play with from time-to-time. He supplies his cock and balls, and I torture them in session. It’s a mutually beneficial relationship as I thrive being a sadist, and he, a masochist is very happy to allow me to be wicked and creative on him.

I’ve been on a medical staple kick lately and he offered to let me staple his testicles and use a pretty green ribbon to tie up each sides.

He came for his session and I saw more nervousness and sweat pouring out of him than I’ve ever seen before. We’ve been playing for a few years so it was adorable seeing this new apprehensive energy coming from him. After it was done I rewarded him by removing the staples gently and beating his balls with a various assortment of toys. We are quite the team.

I have pictures but added them to a different gallery since it’s very *nsfw* and medical staples can make people squeamish.

http://imgur.com/a/4p5vo

 

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2.6 Million Views!

Posted in bdsm, dominatrix, humiliatrix, kink  by ScarlettLush
September 26th, 2016

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Wow, I’m so flattered and humbled by all of the views and subscribers on youtube. Thank you for watching and being a fan. I might not film as often as I like, but when I do I always get a lot of support. And for that, I’ll continue to make videos.

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I Need More Time in the Day.

Posted in bdsm, dominatrix, domme, fantasy, femdom, fetish, humiliation, humiliatrix  by ScarlettLush
August 4th, 2016

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If I could clone myself a few times, I would probably take over the world, but until that happens my time is extremely limited. I put 100% of my energy into everything I do and while I love my sessions and my regular clients, it can be very draining. I do, at most, two or three a day, because I don’t want to burn out doing something I love or give anyone less than my whole self while being involved in a scene.

I enjoy interacting with people from all walks of life and from different parts of the world! I love exploring the human mind and the Internet is a great way to reach a larger audience. I’m excited that I’ve found a new way to connect with submissives, kinky folks, sissies, slaves, fans, BDSM lovers, foot boys and whatever else you identify as through Chatstar. My personal profile is http://www.chatstar.com/ScarlettLush. I’ll be accepting calls when I have free time,  day or night. Texting/picture exchange will always be turned on. I love this website because it filters out people that piss me off and ruin the fun for everyone. So check it out, lets make a connection and see where it leads.

 

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The Dirty Thirties

November 22nd, 2014

This month, November 28th to be exact, I turn 30 years young! Despite my suffering health this year has been relatively awesome. I have a fully equipped dungeon that I’m able to share with subs, lovers, and friends. I have three furry children who look up to me as their adoptive Mom. And I still get to be my own boss, which I’ll admit, is superior than most bosses. 😉

 

If you’ll feeling generous I have a wishlist online via amazon which ships directly to my house. It can be found at  http://amzn.com/w/1G4VVZT8MPBMX

 

I love cards and hand written letters. I save all of them. Bring me one when you come serve me.

Scarlett Lush

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The Joys of Blackmail.

February 10th, 2014
Little Piggy Foot Fag once tried to be in chastity with me, but couldn’t cut it. He was whiney and bought a cheap device that hurt his penis too much for him to bear. In a moment of clarity, he decided that blackmail might help steel his nerve. Humiliating pictures would have to be sent to my inbox every day for a week for our new blackmail training. Unfortunately, after two days he became unmotivated, so I invited him to my home to take the pictures myself and to ensure they were sufficiently embarrassing.
As of today he has six months to pay me back $50 per picture to have them removed from my site. I will decide which one will be removed with each payment. If by the end of the six months he hasn’t paid me back the total amount, he will then be forced to have his dick pierced. Not only is he against the idea of piercings, he also has been scouring OKCupid desperate to get dates. Knowing his dick is pierced (the jewelry will be both ugly and feminine) will prevent him from getting an erection with any of his dates, resulting in lots of painful blue balls. 
Sometimes Little Piggy forgets how much of a loser he is and how much he is willing to embarrass himself for my entertainment. I know that once this goes live, he will be filled with regret. Oh and did I mention he’s unemployed? So these will be here for a nice, long while. 
Eat it up, Piggy. 
Little piggy has paid his debt. Put I’m keeping up one pic for my own amusement.

I just noticed that I have 8 pictures and 1 video, which comes out to 9 items total. He should start looking for a job asap. What girl is going to date him now?

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Bigger and Better.

January 1st, 2014

Happy 2014! I hope your coming year is filled with fulfillment and happiness.

I have some exciting news to share, I’ve moved! I’m still in FL but now an hour east of Orlando in a beautiful city called Melbourne, FL. I’m a few minutes from the Atlantic ocean and now live in a huge house with a studio set up. This means more videos and webcamming for next year. I moved my dungeon to Melbourne, FL as well so I will be able to have a more flexible schedule for sessions.

I love living here, I’m still close enough to Orlando to get there on a moment’s notice. The drive is really peaceful and there is never any traffic. The seafood places around here are delectable. It’s much more quiet and relaxing so it will be easier for me to work and concentrate on spending time with my submissives.

That said, if you’re ready to serve me, whether it’s online or in person, send me an email. I look forward to hearing from you.

Scarlett.Lush@gmail.com

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Celebration, the kinky way.

November 26th, 2013
Yesterday I got to celebrate my birthday in true Scarlett style, with shopping and kink!
Sub f (for feet because I’ve made him a foot addict), came to Orlando for a day of fun. We stayed at a hotel near the mall for easy access to birthday gifts. We met in the room with his large butt plug already in place. I then applied a steel bird cage chastity device to his dripping wet member and sent him off. I gave him a long list of birthday items to get and told him to do his best.
While he was shopping I ate, took a long bubble bath and set the room up with a dark/sexy tone. An hour and a half later, poor sub f arrived slightly defeated from the crowded mall but with gifts galore. Shoes, dresses, and perfume! I was a happy lady.
I instructed him to present himself (undress in the bathroom and come back naked) and had him lay face down on the bed. I secured his hands with rope attached tightly under the bed. I had a candle lit in the middle of the room practically begging to be poured down his shivering body. His body responded with moans and goosebumps to the trickles of wax. After he was nice and heated up, I grabbed my favorite knife and drug it up and down his skin. He quivered each time the blade made contact, eagerly wanting more. The best reaction was the result of tracing it up his inner thighs, he shivered every single time. The closer I got to his balls and ass, the better the response.
It was finally cherry poppin’ time. He has never been fucked by a Woman before and his ass was ready. I pulled out the large plug and replaced it with my huge pink vibrating ass dildo. At first he was in shock, he couldn’t believe how much his little ass pucker was being stretched out by me and how much he secretly loved it. I untied him and turned him over, the bed was soaked with his cum, and he was unable to resist the deep penetration. His balls were swollen and red, his cock was pressed hard against the device, begging to be released. I ran my finger up and down the folds of skin in-between the metal cage. He yelled with eagerness. Finally I pulled off the key from my necklace and let him free. Then I climbed in between his legs and spread him apart like a little slut. I pressed my dildo in hard and deep. Faster and faster, he was sweating, moaning, and reaching nirvana. I gave him permission to touch himself while I pounded his asshole. It didn’t take long before he was begging for permission to release. I looked over at all of my gifts and smiled, he served me well and absolutely deserved to orgasm. With a nod of my head he sputtered everywhere clenching his asshole around my bright pink dildo. He fell back into the bed, experiencing something new and wonderful. It was bliss and we arrived there together. I slowly crawled up to the top of the bed and started rubbing his head and lightly scratching his chest. We talked for a bit until it was time to say goodbye. He showered and admitted he was absolutely exhausted, and had a new found love for penetration play. I sent him on his way, happy to serve his addiction to me.
It was one of my best birthdays yet.

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I Own Your Orgasms

November 4th, 2013
A story written by one of my subs. Some parts are real, some parts are fantasy. All of it is erotic and came out of our dark minds.
 
 
 
Mistress Scarlett and Sub s
She promised it would be more rough this time as she inspected my naked form.  You see, “it’s about me” she said. “And yes, I enjoy the play with you, but I’m not so much as interested in your pain, or any fulfillment you may get from it, as I am interested in how it makes me feel when I impose it on you.”   She cupped and lifted my balls in one hand to see if they weighed heavily enough.
 
“As your Mistress I was disappointed in our last visit when you waited only three days between your last orgasm and when you came to see me.  Today is better. You have waited 7 as I instructed, and I can see it in your heavy balls.”
 
Mistress Scarlett knows that in fact I have waited 7 days.  She knows this because when we first began our periodic visits she told me if I could not be honest with her she would not have me.  So we have an agreement.  I am honest with her. 
 
I am her orgasm slave, Sub s. All of my orgasms are devoted to Mistress Scarlett.  This can get emotionally complicated when making love with someone else, but as I said, I am honest with her.  While she has no particular interest in my orgasms, she understands that is what an orgasm slave craves and needs, and that’s helpful for her to know when training a new submissive.  For me, it is urgent, unbridled and heart pounding when I am near her.  Once as I lay on the floor with her army boot pressed down hard on my genitals she delighted in saying, “I can feel your heartbeat through the sole of my boot”.  You are my “Sub s” now, and all of your orgasms are granted only by me.  Slowly my Sub, you are going to learn that my giving you pain will be the only way you will be able to orgasm.  I’ll teach you well so I will be able to spend so much time giving you pain and making you ache for me. 
 
Lost in these images of Mistress Scarlett as they race through my head I am nearly unaware as she chains my ankles and wrists to the torture bed in her dungeon.  I am brought back to reality with a slap across the face.  “Watch me!” she says.  “I am going to do things to you and you should see them”  She smiles with her mouth slightly open as she slides the steel anchor shackle around my balls… “Ah hardware stores…They should consider changing the name to ‘Home Despot’”  she says, “there are so many wonderful things on so many aisles. Don’t you think, s?” A chain is hooked to the shackle around my balls and she threads the other end of the chain through an eye bolt in the ceiling.  I am unclear whether she used the stud-finder to place the eye bolt or had the stud do it for her once she found him.  I can barely imagine how it would work at all as her stud finder has only the “on” position, regardless of where she walks.
 
I am tied. Restrained. Vulnerable. Mistress Scarlett lays down close next to me.  I feel her warmth.  She is almost flushed and so relaxed after our hour long foot worship session.  As her sub I feel fortunate I have something of a skill to offer in the way of sensual and soothing foot massage.  I feel useful when I caress her feet and suck her toes.  There are fleeting moments when I feel I am wanted by her, and she knows, if I am wanted I will give her anything. I will give her my balls for her to inflict any form of pain or torture or humiliation in which she cares to indulge.  Perhaps you would care to have your balls glued to your legs today, Sub s?  Who would do such a thing?  Or maybe your balls should be whipped until they bleed?
 
Her eyes meet mine and her parted lips glisten in the candle light.  She smiles and runs her tongue back and forth along the bottom edge of her top teeth.  “I like to bite” she says.  I wonder to myself, how does it feel when your teeth itch.  I wonder only very softly because I know she can read my thoughts.  And as I wonder it feels as though I am floating up to the sky.  There is a gentle but undeniable force raising my body up off the bed.  And just as my conscious mind realizes what is happening, my balls are jerked hard and I am raised high and tight, suspended by my balls as Mistress Scarlett yanks and jerks rapidly, repeatedly, on the other end of the eyebolt chain.  UP!!!!  UP!!!!  I WANT YOU UP!!!!  She shouts in my ear as my remarkable yoga bridge form takes hold.  Though, it is only remarkable because I do not do yoga. My body is shaking, my balls are pinned behind the steel shackle and I begin to sweat.  Need a hand?, she says, placing her palm on my ass cheeks and pushing them up a little.  How much can your balls take tonight? she asks.
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She plays with my ass taking her hand off and on as I try to maintain my precarious three point balance.  “Now”, she says, “lets make this a little more comfortable for you, or not, haha.”  As I struggle not to move, she bounces off the bed and opens the play toy dresser drawer.  A large 14” bright red dildo emerges maybe 5 inches around.  She places “Big Red” upright underneath me…the head planted firmly between my cheeks.  As long as you keep it nice and tight you’ll be fine just like this.  “So, lets get started.”  “I want your balls tonight.”  “I want to make them hurt and watch what it does to you.”  “I’m going to turn them from pink to red to purple because you need some bruises.” “Bruises that will last” “And if I get what I want, you’ll get what you want, my sweet orgasm slave”.   
 
She begins with Miss Guatemala, a very stiff, short, multi-stranded, Central American, leather horse whip.  She whips my belly and my nipples, my thighs and then lays it hard across my penis and balls.  The skin on my balls is so tight Miss Guatemala leaves bright red thin welts which immediately raise and turn very dark red.  Next a small wooden baton…and when she hits me with it my balls register a deep penetrating ache which runs up into my belly, over and over and over, sometimes in time with the music, sometimes not, sometimes more in tune with how painful my body registers, as I grunt and hiss through my teeth.  She punches and pounds and slaps my balls. A thin red carbon fiber switch comes out and Mistress Scarlett takes careful aim at the head of my penis…better to make it hard and large so my switch will leave its proper mark she says.  And with that Miss Scarlett’s hand transforms into a Siren’s caress and I grow beneath her touch.  My erection is full and throbbing as she bends it forward and strikes the head– the thin purple bruise is nearly immediate and she strikes it again leaving a bruise that will last for two weeks.
 
 
The leather quirt comes out, the wooden spoon, a hand made paddle and she beats my balls front and back as they hang suspended from the ceiling.  Keep looking she says, you need to see it coming along with all the pain.  My body is soaked as she slowly eases the tension on the ceiling chain and I am finally allowed to rest as Big Red thankfully slips out from under me.
 
Her Siren’s hand again begins.  My body is drained of strength and my balls seem to be covered with a dark mottled red leather – I realize it’s what my skin has turned into after her beating them so hard, for so long.  My penis edges and strains and throbs under her hand.  Her tongue runs along the edge of her teeth again as my own edge gets closer.  I try to hold back as I know the bigger I am stretched, the wider and deeper my bruises become.  She lets off and I am quick to go soft but not before she clamps two clothes pins to the corona around the head of my penis.  And then her hand begins again. This time with each stroke of her hand, the leather quirt in the other hand slaps my balls hard.  The clothes pins bite as the skin tries to stretch between the leaves of the pin.  Mistress Scarlett smiles at the bite as she knows the pain grows more and more the harder and closer I get.  “Push  through it” she says, “you need to feel this pain little s”  “it’s pain I want you to have, it’s my gift from me to you”, she says. 
 
My grunts of pain now come from a deeper place and my hips raise up.  My body tightens and strains and she watches…as the Siren’s hand slows and her touch grows lighter.  I open my pleading eyes.  She knows I have given her my balls to the fullest extent I can.
 
I hear her voice and it is so distant…from somewhere in the back of my head she says…“I want to hear you say, ‘please don’t let me come Mistress Scarlett’ ”   And her hand resumes its irresistible caress.  The clear pre-cum flows continuously from the deeply bruised head of my cock and I manage a whisper, “Please, don’t let me come Mistress Scarlett.”  “Again, I want to hear it again” she coos.  “Please don’t let me come Mistress Scarlett”  as I feel a single pulse deep within and I know the next one will be a spasm…The Siren’s hand purposeful “AGAIN! She says.  And I say louder, “please don’t let me come!” 
 
And with that her hand vanishes, the leather quirt rains down one more time and she says “Oh, ok, hahaha”
 
 
 

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