A lot has been happening in my world ! I have started hosting Kink parties I said once a month but it didn’t work out like that so far it has been every 2 weeks ! Every time I plan one someone wants to know when will the next party be and if you know me you know I love to throw a party full of submissive men, Sissy Boys , Submissive women as well as couples ! I will be having one this Sunday 8/22/10 oh how funny that is my ex’s birthday ! Happy Bday MLS Anyways back in my world where we all should be Party Sunday for all my Vegas kinky crew ! Email me for details at Mistress@ladyicequeen.com ! Of course I have been going to the foot parties with my lucky charm the Princess ! I have been training Princess she is doing very good on her skills ! Here is a interview I did the other night I will allow you to read !
Dinner conversation with a dominatrix
Posted on Monday, August 16th, 2010
LadyIceQueen was a very gracious hostess. Notice our matching shorts. I guess I do know how to dress when visiting a Domme.
What do you wear to a dominatrix’s dungeon for dinner?!
This was the question I found myself asking one evening last week, after I had accepted the invitation of a local mother-daughter, professional dominatrix team to come to their home for a sumptuous steak dinner cooked by one of their loyal slaves.
A mutual friend had introduced us at the foot-fetish party last week. This mutual friend is a carpenter, who custom-builds dungeon equipment, and he had offered to build me my very own dungeon so that I could start tapping into the underserved, extremely lucrative, fem-dom market (that’s female domination, a type of fetish where guys get off on — and pay big bucks for — being abused and tortured).
Up ‘til now, I’ve dabbled in fem-dom by shooting soft-core, girly-Domme videos for a number of studios here in town — but the real money is in doing “sessions,” which is to say having guys come to your own personal dungeon for an hour or two of abuse. Rates start at $300 an hour, which is pretty good money for standing around in leather boots, paddling the shit out of a fat man strapped down to a spanking bench! It sure beats schlepping cocktails for eight hours, or standing around at a convention all day in high heels!
Anyway, this mutual friend wanted me to see samples of his work, so he referred me to the dungeon of this local mother-and-daughter domination team.
Lady IceQueen has been dominating and humiliating willing men in Vegas for about 10 years, and now that her daughter, the Ice Princess, has come of age and finished her dominatrix training, they have gone into business together as the nation’s premier mother/daughter Domme team. Fun!!
After chatting with them for a few minutes at the foot party, we hit it off so well that they invited me over to see their dungeon in person … and also to enjoy a sumptuous steak dinner, prepared and served by one of their sissy slaves. Talk about an offer you can’t refuse!!
Having settled on a girly pink T-shirt and a pair of white short-shorts, I headed out into the Vegas suburbs to the anonymous, gated apartment complex where the Dommes do business out of their spare bedroom. Upon arriving I was greeted by the Ice Princess, a rail-thin wisp of a girl in a tank top and jean miniskirt who wouldn’t look out of place behind the counter at a Dairy Queen. There was nothing in this girl’s demeanor to suggest she was a highly trained pro Domme, skilled in the arts of ball busting and ass paddling! To the untrained eye, she was just another blank-eyed Vegas waif. Who knew?!
Lady IceQueen welcomed me at the door with a crocheted afghan, to protect my hot-shorted legs from the ravages of the two ginormous, boisterous pit bulls who shared their abode. How thoughtful!
The women have converted a spare bedroom in their apartment to serve as a dungeon.
The Queen herself was petite and slender, just like her daughter, only with more tattoos and piercings. She also happened to be wearing identical white hot-shorts, just like mine! We bonded instantly and she ushered me back into her spare bedroom to see her legendary dungeon.
Slaves lie on the floor, with their heads resting in the little hammock. LadyIceQueen sits on the red part and relieves herself.
Wow! It was a veritable fantasyland for masochists — a room full of every devious, twisted torture device a sick mind could conjure up, ranging from the basic (a wooden cage, a whipping post and a creepy-looking studded black leather throne) to the seriously perverse (a “fucking machine,” an “L.I.Q.” branding iron and a little potty-chair with a hammock underneath the seat where a slave might rest his head under the drizzling haunches of Lady IceQueen, with or without funnel-muzzle attached). Something for everyone!
Lady IceQueen patiently explained and demonstrated every piece of equipment, answering my questions and graciously allowing me to take as many photos as I wanted. She went into her closet and showed me her collection of strap-ons, including one FRIGHTENINGLY oversized, black, rubber phallus about which I am still having nightmares!
As she plugged one of her dongs onto the end of the fucking machine, and turned it on to demonstrate the various speeds and stroke depths, my eye roamed about taking in little details: the Sani-Wipe dispenser, the biohazard sticker on the wastebasket, the industrial-sized jar of Vaseline. Good times!!
Safety first!
“Where’s my egg?” the Queen muttered, rummaging about in the closet for a particular device she wanted to show me. “Oh, that’s right; it’s in the dishwasher!”
I followed her back out to the kitchen (closing the door to the dungeon so that the dogs couldn’t get in) and from her dishwasher she extracted a glass egg-on-a-stick, which, she informed me, could be heated or chilled and then inserted into the orifice of choice and swirled merrily about.
I’ll never look at my Easter basket the same again!
From the kitchen we moved into the dining room, which had been taken over by overflow from the dungeon: a Lover’s Cross, another penetration device and a giant sword. The windows were blacked out with curtains so that none of neighbors would be the wiser as to the goings-on at Lady IceQueen’s place.
Now it was time for dinner.
One of the Queen’s slaves had volunteered to come over and serve us steak and shrimp, and right on schedule came a knock at the door.
“Good evening, Lady IceQueen! Dinner is served,” said a 6-foot, bald man wearing a collar. He removed his trench coat to reveal a frilly French maid costume, fishnet stockings and platform stiletto heels. He bustled about the kitchen, pouring wine and cutting up our meat while we ladies languished on the sofa, waiting for him to come serve us like a good slave.
The mother-and-daughter team was featured in the D.D.I. magazine, which is a pro-Domme directory.
As we waited, Lady IceQueen and the Princess filled me in on all the latest dom gossip: Apparently, the Queen had just spent a great deal of time tutoring another young Domme, but “that little bitch” ran off to California with all of the Queen’s hard-earned trade secrets, by which Lady IceQueen was not amused. Meanwhile, the Queen and Princess had been out at DomCon (a yearly convention for dominatrices) and a photographer from the D.D.I. had taken their photo for the latest issue. The D.D.I. is a worldwide print directory featuring ads for Dommes all over the world. If you happen to be in a bookstore that sells these amazing yellow pages of kink, I urgently advise you to check it out. It’s FASCINATING! And since the Queen and Princess’s ad had appeared in its pages, business was through the roof.
Dinner was served by the sissy slave in his maid costume, underneath he wore frilly, pink, lace panties with a special hole cut in the front from which protruded his penis that was encased in a clear plastic “chastity device,” to which only Lady IceQueen had the key. This device allowed him to urinate, but prevented him from having sex or pleasuring himself in any way — and Lady IceQueen informed me that some of her slaves wore devices like that for days at a time.
We all sat around the living room enjoying our dinner and wine, chatting about the fetish world in general and the local scene in particular. Lady IceQueen stressed again how much money there was to be made, and I got the impression she was interested in tutoring me in the Domme arts. Hmmmmm!!! If this blog thing doesn’t pan out, it would be nice to have something to fall back on … especially since, unlike 99.9 percent of Vegas careers, it doesn’t matter how old or beat-up looking you are (read the D.D.I. to see what I’m talking about)!!!
After dinner, Lady IceQueen decided that her sissy slave had done such a good job serving us that he deserved to have his chastity device removed. As a reward, she beckoned him over to where she lay ensconced on her sofa, and produced a key. The slave lifted the hem of his French maid costume, revealing his device, which dangled conveniently right at my eye level so that I got a face full of plastic-encased testicles.
Talk about a no-calorie dessert!
I watched as the Queen inserted her key and carefully removed the plastic sac-shackles, freeing the slave’s genitals to once again swing beneath his skirt.
Before leaving, I excused myself to wash up in the restroom, and noted what an excellent housekeeper Lady IceQueen was: Each room was tastefully decorated and immaculate, probably thanks to the efforts of one or more slaves, who regularly came over to serve the Queen. The bathroom in particular was spic and span, and I thought to myself that you would never know you were in the house of two dominatrices with two giant, indoor pit bulls. Then I noticed the old-fashioned, hose-bag enema draped over the towel rack. Yikes!!! I finished my business with a quickness, and went out to thank Lady IceQueen and the Princess for their most gracious hospitality.
The Queen agreed to pose for one last photo with me before I left, but she wasn’t feeling up to getting into her full Domme regalia to pose for photos with her daughter. Instead, she invited me to come back next week for a second visit, when presumably the mother-daughter team will be dressed to kill and I can snap away to my heart’s content.
Also, the Queen plans on inviting over one of her slaves, who wants to be really punished. So if I’m really lucky, I’ll be able to get some photos of Lady IceQueen and the Ice Princess in action. And won’t that be interesting?!?!
The Princess will be turning 21 the 6th of Sept of if you want to stay in here good graces I suggest you contact her at iceprincesb@yahoo.com to see what you can get her !!!!!!! 
Enough for tonight Kisses and spanks sluts !
have had a dream of having a large BDSM house together of Dominatrix’s which will consist of myself of course and Princess ! I will maybe have room for another young Domme I will train her but this time from ground up so this means she will be a slave before she will become a Mistress ! Total submission to my House Of LadyIceQueen ! I will have 3 lucky slaves that will live with me you will have duties in the house that will include being used in my sessions,Videos ,Parties pretty much whatever we choose you will do ! I will be looking for 3 select few that want to invest in my dream I will be having so much more room where I can host weekend and longer extended sessions ! The 3 that I choose to allow to invest will be able to stay with their Queen or Princess for the time they are in Las Vegas ! Why stay on the strip when all your fantasies can be taken care of right here at you Mistress’s feet !Think of the parties I could throw at my own Dungeon ! OMGI have a few submissive s that I could not make it when you was not there picking up the pieces that need to be put together ! Thank you
If you think you have anything to bring to my table email me at mistress@ladyicequeen.com or hotmistressdiana@aol.comPut in subject Application for House of LadyIceQueen.com
