More from Sierra

• Mistress Sierra – The Dominant Queen

  November 10, 2025

  I stepped into the dimly lit room, my stilettos clicking against the polished hardwood floor. The air was thick with anticipation, and I reveled in the power it gave me as a dominant. My blonde locks cascaded down my back, a stark contrast to the black leather corset that hugged my curves.

  Eyes immediately locked onto me as I strode to the center of the space, a sultry confidence radiating from every pore. I was the alpha, and everyone in the room knew it. The submissive males in attendance couldn’t help but drool, their primal instincts drawn to my dominant presence.

  I surveyed the room, my gaze lingering on each wannabe plaything. There was Jake, the eager puppy, always ready to please. Next to him, the brooding stranger, his eyes blazing with a mix of desire and trepidation. And then there was Marcus, the seasoned submissive, his face a mask of controlled anticipation.

  My lips curled into a wicked smile as I chose my playmate. Jake would be first, his youthful energy a perfect match for my dominant fire.

  “Jake,” I purred, my voice low and commanding. “Come here, my eager little toy.”

  He scrambled to obey, falling to his knees before me. I leaned down, my breasts almost brushing his face, and whispered in his ear.

  “You’ll address me as Mistress Sierra from now on. Understand?”

  His eyes widened, a shiver running through him as he nodded. I reached down and grasped his hair, pulling his face up to meet mine.

  “Now, show me what you’re made of, pet. Make me cum with your tongue.”

  As Jake eagerly obliged, his mouth worshiping my aching sex, I couldn’t help but marvel at the power coursing through my veins. I was Mistress Sierra, the dominant queen of this little playground, and I reveled in the worship of my willing subjects. With each moan and gasp, I tightened my grip on Jake’s hair, guiding him exactly where I wanted him, until I found my release.

  Only then did I release him, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips as I watched him scramble to catch his breath. The game was far from over, and I had a feeling tonight would be one for the record books.

• Submit to the Darkness

  October 19, 2025

  There’s something delicious about Halloween—the way the air crackles with mischief, the darkness inviting you to give in to secret desires you’d never whisper in daylight. I’m Sierra— blonde, wickedly confident—and tonight I don’t crave candy. I crave control.

  You see, Halloween isn’t just costumes and carved pumpkins for me. It’s the night when the veil between your restraint and your fantasies becomes paper-thin. When you knock on my door, you’re not asking for treats—you’re offering yourself as one.

  Leather gloves, slow grin, and a whispered “Good boy… or girl… we’ll see.” I pull you inside. The only light comes from flickering candles and the orange glow of jack-o’-lanterns, casting shadows on the restraints laid neatly across silk sheets. My heels echo on the floor as I circle you like a hungry predator.

  Every command is consensual. Every tremble, every breathy “yes, Sierra,” is my favorite kind of music. I love the moment your wrists rest in my grasp willingly—when trust binds tighter than any rope. Your pulse skips when I trace a fingernail down your neck and remind you, softly but firmly, that you belong to me tonight.

  I don’t need monsters or ghosts to give you chills. The way I tilt your chin up, the soft bite of satin against your skin, the blindfold lowering over your eyes—that’s the kind of haunting that lingers.

  So when the clock strikes midnight and others are chasing candy and costumes—you’ll be tied in my web of silk and desire… grateful you knocked on my door.

  Happy Halloween, pet.