Foot Worship in Chicago:


Photo taken today of My new pedicure.


I’m feeling quite generous, and have decided to offer half-hour foot sessions this week. I want these peds to feel adored in a proper fashion, and given that I really do like a good foot massage, I think that time frame is perfect for an adoring slave to caress and rub these 7.5 sized feet.

Inquire with Me directly through email: mistress@maramayhem dot com to offer up your services. Even if you have never had the opportunity to massage a woman’s feet, I may be able to offer you some tip points to make you a better foot enthusiast. The only way to find out is to try.

Looking forward to having these toes licked, sucked, and pampered, Chicago.


Miss Mara



While I’ve facilitated a few scenes recently that were flat-out mind-blowingly H-O-T, I’ve got to say: those who consider themselves ‘slaves’ really should know proper protocol before trying to play drama games with Mistresses-believe it or not, We talk to one another, and if you talk smack about one of Us, it’s bound to be found out.

My suggestion:

If you feel that you are not compatible with a Mistress any longer, for whatever reason, and wish to undergo a trial period with a different Mistress, possibly one who is associated or friends with your original Domme, you should politely bring it up to said original Domme. Conducting yourself in such a fashion shows that you have maturity and ‘balls,’ and in this world, Honesty is a rare trait. Of course, both Dommes may say ‘no’ out of respect for their friendship. Keep this in mind. We will put Our Sisterhood before you. That’s what Female Supremacists do. 

More later. I’ve been extremely busy, what with performing, sessions, and circus to really give two shits about much else.



Dog Days: Or how I trained a puppy today

I experienced a joyful session earlier today and felt compelled to share some of the details in My blog for My fans. I know some of you live vicariously through such outlet forms, due to time, distance, space, or hesitation to take the actual plunge into the dark underbelly that is the world of Bdsm.

When I went into the Dungeon space today, I came in with the intent of making this particular event extremely playful. I arranged the dog food dish, set up My collapseable hula-hoop, leash, dog treats, and dog hood for what was to come.

Pup was dressed in black leather dog hood, complete with full zippered shut mouth, floppy ears, and black detachable blinds upon the eyes and black, leather mitts that were locked in place upon the hands. Oh, and no puppy is complete without a tail!

W/we began by a basic lead and follow ordeal-I had the blind on the dog hood still attached, so the pup could not see, thus having to rely on the click-click of My spikey studded heels to be able to follow, along with the command of My voice. he only bumped into the side of the bondage table once, but managed to be a good dog and follow his Mistress on leash quite well. W/we even went exploring in some of the other parts of the dungeon; I allowed him to sniff out all the furniture (there had been a play party a few days before, so I thought the dog might be able to pick up a scent! Not really! The dungeon space is quite clean, always, but it’s fun to speculate and imagine what scenes might have taken place there!)


The little dog also lost his butt-plug tail, so as punishment, he had to play fetch as I threw the tail through the hula-hoop, with him having to retrieve it. Eventually, the dog was jumping up and through the hoop quite well! He wagged his tail-less butt with excitement over all these tasks, and even received two milk bone doggie treats, which he ate quite diligently. Drinking out of the bowl, on the other hand, was not such a graceful exercise, but I didn’t expect much-slurping out of your bowl is not convincingly canine in behaviour, I do believe.

I truly enjoy animal training and think that, even though I am feline supremacist at heart, I do enjoy the company of certain canines from time to time.