Dear Madame finally has her blog, Madame Knows, up and running, so I’ve added the link to my Hot Blog category. I’ve been anxiously waiting for this, because, well, I just happen to think Dear Madame is awful darn cool. We are only just getting to know each other, but I feel good in my belly about her, so I hope you check her out. I am pretty sure she is currently working on a professional website from which to operate her Phone Business. In the meantime, check her out HERE. If you like your women mature, real, and intelligently dominant, Dear Madame is your dream-come-true. I just love her voice. Not to mention her wit, style, grace, business saavy and tremendous strength of character. She is actually away at The Pheonix Forum, an adult industry forum, where she will no doubt have the time of her life and learn lots of new tricks. Do you think if I kiss her butt she might pass a few my way? Have fun, Dear Madame. We’ll see you when you get back.

I just have to dish with you about Isabella Valentine.

So remember you heard it here first: Danger, Will Robinson! Girlishly flirtatious, erotically mesmerizing, shamefully addictive, sinfully sexy and wickedly beguiling, Ms. Valentine is BIG TROUBLE!

The kind of trouble I am talking about here is that Isabella is just too much of too many things: too smart, too creative, too talented, too sexy, too cute, too fun-loving, too positive, too kinky, and too good of a friend. Did I leave anything out? Well, let’s just say she is too much of a good thing and leave it at that. And you do know what they say about too much of a good thing, don’t you?

The fact is that if you are in the mood to get your phone freak on, Isabella is the girl that you should be looking up (when I’m nowhere to be found, of course). If you can’t tell by now, I simply adore this Fem Fatale.

Everything about her is first class, as is evidenced by her meticulously crafted website, which was a Vamp’s Pick at Jane’s Guide. Her daily journal (blog) is a favorite of mine, showcasing Ms. Valentine’s intelligence, creativity, passion for life, unceasing energy (artist, student, phonesex operator and much more) and generous spirit–and should be on everyone’s list of daily must-reads. I mean that! Go bookmark it right now.

Obviously, I happen to like Isabella bunches. I am lucky to count her among my friends, and I cherish that friendship deeply. She also happens to be an ethical and passionate business woman, which is why her callers adore her and phonesex operators look up to her.

Isabella makes the world a prettier place just by being in it. She’s so delightful, I could pinch her cheeks. And she’s so damn hot, sometimes I think about fucking her. And I’m straight! So that just shows you how powerfully charismatic she is.

Did I tell you that one of her specialties is Erotic Hypnosis? I don’t dare call her.

I just don’t dare.

Although I have the bad habit of mispelling (Myra instead of Mira), Domina Stern’s first name, I am a big fan of hers. She is a wicked-smart Fetish Dominatrix, specializing in addressing the deviant desires of that specialized category of slaves, the sub-cognoscenti. She is articulate, rough & tough and takes way too much pleasure in destroying the male psyche. You have to admire that in a girl.

As I am in the process of a fairly big update at Literate Smut, I approached Domina Stern regarding featuring her on one of the pages. Much to my surprise and delight, she graciously has agreed. And now I am just so darn excited, I think I’m gonna pee myself. Well, maybe not that out of control, but pretty close. Can you blame me? From Domina Stern’s sexy lips & delicious brain:

What She Wants

I don’t want a bad boy to treat me wrong and assert his individuality all over my carpet. I want a tractable, studious wimp. I want a shiny 250 pound robot and I want the remote. I want my own personal Jesus to nail up over my bed. I want a disciple to wash my feet. I want an unearthly girly man to be my lesbian twin. I want a sugar-daddy to wipe my feet on, snuggle up to and manipulate like ABC gum. I want a supplicant. I want a guard dog. I want a pale and wan intellectual, begging me to make him do research and write paeans to my beauty. I want to launch 10,000 ships…with my mind. I want to break 10,000 men…with my voice.

I will never get bored while having my way.

I don’t know about you, but I think this particular essay has to be some of the best FemDom writing I’ve seen.

Want more? Can’t get enuff? Still looking? Are you still here?

xo, Angela