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The Tuddle Daily Podcast

July 5th, 2020

I was a featured guest of ‘The Daily Podcast Show’ and had a blast catching up with my old friend Tuddle.

We met years ago while I was attending Fetishcon and I was invited to be on a popular radio station with my friend, Whitney Morgan. The radio crew asked if I had any hidden talents, to which I was only too eager to share my love of trampling and standing on faces. They needed a volunteer, Tuddle happily agreed and the rest was history. We have been friends ever since.

He has his own daily podcast as he survives covid while living in Florida.

Here’s the link: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-the-tuddle-podcast-59498985/episode/tuddle-daily-podcast-episode-115-66327129/

Tuddles’ Twitter: https://twitter.com/tuddle

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A Foot Fetish is Born

June 25th, 2020

The silk band tightens on my eyes. Snug, and comfortable. I heard her heels click twice on the floor and the weight shift on the bed, as she sat. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could hear her every movement, and smell her lavender perfume. I heard her stiletto heel slip off her barefoot, and a moment later, felt her toes on my lips. I gasped as my cock hardened and my mouth salivated. I brought my hands up to support her heel and had to stop myself from slobbering all over her. She slid her big toe into my mouth as it opened. I suckled on it without thinking. Had I ever been this satisfied? 

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2020

May 1st, 2020
I look good in red

This has been an incredibly challenging year for everyone. All things considered, I’m doing pretty well. I miss my kink events and happy hours for those of us in the kink scene, but my house is comfortable and I’ve got lots of video games (among other things) to entertain me.

The past few years were a struggle with my health. My migraines were crippling and keeping me from work. My neurologist had a tough time figuring out how to help me manage them so I can get back to doing the things I love. After a lot of trial and error with different medications and lifestyle changes, I am delighted to say we finally found a way to reduce them from 25+ a month to about 3 a month! I get 31 injections of botox every 3 months, I inject myself once a month with Ajovy, and just try to diet and workout sensibly. I’m so thankful I can have a normal life and schedule again.

Winter Fire – Feb. 2020- The last kink convention I attended

I’ve been spending a lot of time texting kinksters since we all have more free time. It’s been anything from movies, at home BDSM ideas, feet pics, dick ratings, humiliation tasks, video games, and just general life stuff. We all still need to connect even if it’s just virtually. I’m always around my phone so feel free to contact me anytime. https://www.sextpanther.com/Scarlett-Lush

Red toes are the best! (I’m sensing a theme here)

Covid-19 is limiting my time out, but it doesn’t mean I can’t lay outside, kick my feet up and enjoy the sun. There’s so many parks around me for hiking that hardly have any people around so it’s been great being in nature and just soaking up the warmth.

What am I doing with all my free time these days? Well, my online sessions are currently being scheduled and I am also taking phone calls. I always post when I’m available on my twitter. http://twitter.com/scarlettlush

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Femdom BDSM Party As Told By a Submissive. Humiliation & Degradation!

September 27th, 2018
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What’s so funny, Scarlett asked.  Oh, I was just musing over the cane sticking out of your bag – an implement I assume you will want to use at the official Girls Up/boys down Party today.  Looks like it will hurt.  Oh, yes, it can hurt but it’s quite flexible she said.  Far more effective than the wooden spoon paddle I had hidden in my bag.  Her intent was made clear, she will apply the cane, meaningfully, later today.  She would not and did not disappoint.  We backed out of the driveway…over the top in my list of dreams – to accompany Mistress Scarlett to an event where she can put me on display and inform her friends what her true use is for me ….this is the Girls Up/boys down party.

 

Four days later, after a post party endorphin crash also recently experienced by others among our sub-group, I laid on the table for my semi-weekly Wednesday massage.  My therapist peeled back the sheet and exclaimed, “Your Glutes!  Where did you get those bruises?!!”  “Ah, would you believe I ran into a bevy of sadistic cane wielding women”, I said?  HaHaHa, no, she replied.  “Ya, ok, I fell through a rotted plank boardwalk across an irrigation ditch in an old orange grove”.  “Wow!” She said.  “Looks like that must’ve hurt.” Riiiiiight….
Attending as Scarlett Lush’s personal servant gave me a certain legitimacy I could find no where else.  Oh, you came with Scarlett said one lovely Lady…here, these clothes pins on your nipples will do well then.  And with a wave of a hand she said come back when it’s time to take them off…you’ll know when…Scarlett smiled at me, thinking to herself… I like passing you around. 

 

Once the pins came off she said don’t put them on again for another hour or so…but alas, it was not to be.  30 minutes later there was another set on my slightly numb nipples.  All the subs lined up to have their clothes pins whipped off.  My eyes begged for SydneyScreams to do the whipping.  I tried to impress her, making the pins dance by flexing my pecs.  STOP THAT! she screamed.  I’m putting on a show for you I responded.  I DON’T WANT A SHOW, she screamed.  Maybe that is why she is called SydneyScreams.  And then she got close and quiet squeezing the clothes pins very tight, crushing my nipples and whispered… “I want real”.  Ooww!!!!  Oh…um, yes.  And the squeezing got harder…and I winced and let out a grunt.  “Is that real now?” she asked… “getting realer by the second” I choked out.  The pins were then whipped off…and my crushed nipples pinched hard yet again between her fingertips…with her smile crisp as she looked in my eyes squeezing, she did not need to say the words “remember me”.  Four days out my nipples are still “real”..today being the first day the soft ribbed material of my “wife beater” t-shirt did not cause undue nipple pain and distress…yep, that’s real Ms. Sydney…how can I thank you?

 

Despite the beauty of her whisper, the clothes pin whipping did not go exactly as planned. Though whipped off my nipple, the pin hung on by a single embarrassingly long scraggly chest hair… “EWEEEE… FIX THAT!!!! The Ladies cried. And then it happened again on the second one….AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!  Deep in the back of my mind I heard shouting, “Someone get the razor!”  And in an instant I was set upon by 3 or 4 Ladies wielding a bright pink electric dipilliatory razor…we’re going to take care of this they shouted – not just a shave but pulling out these gross hairs by the roots – you don’t need these!! Fortunately for me, they decided my lower back would be shaved as my chest was just too much..and so, with one shaving and one on each side holding down my arms they set about removing any offending hair.  Mind you however I was not the only sub in line for his clothes pin whipping.  I could not resist leaning over to the sub to my right and mentioning to him how impressed I was there were a few Ladies who ONLY recognized him from behind when he first walked in.   Just outstanding, I said.  Ssshhhh, keep it down or you too might get an “ASSignment”, he said.

 

A second or so later Scarlett floated by, stopping for less than an instant …but just long enough to attach yet more clothes pins – this time on my balls.  Come with me and give me a foot massage she said….don’t let those come off…  And off we went, with me somehow positioning on the ground so that the clothes pins would remain securely attached as I cleaned, kneaded, cooled, massaged and caressed her remarkably exquisite feet.
My task complete, Scarlett took leave and her seat was immediately filled by yet another wonderful Lady.  Oh yes, waved Scarlett, he’s very good on feet, you should have him do it for you too and so I remained pinned on the ground, baking shirtless in the sun, to offer another Lady the chance to relax and cool her feet.  Is a sunburn too much to bear just to hear Miss Scarlett say “he’s very good” …ah, I think not.  I finished my second task and begged my leave of Miss KittyM.

 

The afternoon was waning.  Time growing short and Scarlett needed to leave.  I ran to the boys “dressing room” to retrieve the wooden spoon paddle Miss Scarlett enjoys so much…in the hopes she would find the humor and pleasure in its use.  I began presenting it to her and the lovely Ms Derby who noted: my…I do believe he’s trying to manipulate you into using his spoon paddle Miss Scarlett!  Yes, I am and we all know it, but then Scarlett pushed the spoon paddle to Ms Derby and grabbed the cane.  Yes, sub-s, bend over now, with legs apart, so both of us can both whip your joe boxer ass and your balls too.  It should be knownScarlett is not easily manipulated and her wish for caning is not to be denied.  The cane came up hard, repeatedly, between my legs.  My balls bouncing and the pain ringing through my gut.  Then came the caning across my ass and I found myself shouting loudly…none of which seemed to cause any quieting among the now rowdy crowd.  Breathe my boy, breathe….

 

Earlier however what did seem to quite the crowd was a shockingly loud slapping kick to the nuts of one of the sub-males.  This was no film at 11 and set the tone early on.  The kick, delivered by one of the ladies I had met over the course of the day, remained ever present in my mind. At leaving time I extended my hand to hers and our eyes met….there was something unsaid, something left undone, her beautiful feet, and we parted…and now I imagine her saying, wait, before you go…now you must get your balls kicked too…
I drifted for a moment and offered goodbyes to all those I could.  I thanked the green eyed goddess Mlle Belladiva for her hospitality.  My world is now much richer for having met new friends.  Miss Scarlett is satisfied and happy with the day, what better reward could there be?

 

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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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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 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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Fun, Fun

January 17th, 2014

Today I am cleaning and reorganizing my toys.

Come to my dungeon to see my new stuff. 😉

 

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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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