Below are real reviews from the truly devoted. Most recent reviews are posted at the top.

*NEW REVIEW* (Posted 5/6/12)

Hi there Mistress Justine

I really did enjoy our session together, I would be honoured if you did decide to come back to London we would be able to play again?

I am having a hunt though the net to see if there are any cheap flights to LA! I will keep you informed!

I was a real pleasure in meeting you, you power is stunning, your play exquisite, you know what buttons to push and when to hold off.

IT was one of the best session I have had in a VERY VERY long time.

Thankyou Very much Mistress Justine for allowing me to serve you on your short say in London and I hope our paths get to cross again soon

Many thanks,
i., May 2012

I feel like the luckiest sub in the world to session with Mistress Justine Cross. I want to continue to see her as long as she will allow. Here is why.

We have had several sessions together, and they have all been amazing. Each one is a little better than the one before it. Some of the elements of each session are:

Her incredible beauty. Mistress is stunning. In fact, throughout the session it is a constant source of mental torture to be so physically close to her, yet knowing I will never experience all of her body. She allows me to worship her perfect legs and feet, and leaves me begging for more.

Her ability and skill. I am a serious masochist. A pain slut. She understands that, and gives me the pain that I crave. Mistress Justine tortures my nipples so hard that I involuntarily moan in agony, and beg her to continue. Then, there are the canings. She has a perfect way of delivering white-hot pain with an intensity that takes my breath away. She lets me watch her while she is beating me, which really helps me to take the pain. Our eyes often meet during the caning, and it is as if time is standing still. When she is finished, I always want more.

Her acts of kindness. Often, when the caning gets really intense, she will pause and put her hand on my arm, or hold my restrained hand. She knows the extreme pain she is giving me, and yet she also comforts me. It is such a tender moment. It melts my heart and leaves me babbling, “Thank you so much, Mistress.” Then, back to the brutal cane strokes. She really enjoys administering pain, and that is important to me. In fact, I think sometimes she gets annoyed when I keep telling her I want to make sure she is having fun, too. But she has little sadistic touches that let me know her creative mind is at work!

Her play space. I have been trying to think of a way to describe DungeonWest, Mistress Justine’s play space. The best I can come up with is “Sexy/Sinister.” It looks like a classy turn-of-the-century bordello, but with the sharp edge of a dungeon. It is immaculate, with beautiful furniture, full BDSM equipment, gorgeous lighting, and a nice location. When I arrive, I know I am going to have a good time in a safe environment.

Los Angeles is very lucky to have so many wonderful Dominas. Some people like to session with a variety of Dominas. But for me, Mistress Justine is the only one I want to see. I hope we will have a long and wonderful journey further into BDSM.

Here are her links:

www.losangelesdominatrix.com
www.dungeonlosangeles.com

Respectfully,

Jack

Sub_JB_91711 on FetLife.
(originally posted on by “BillyPilgrim” on Maxfisch, Reviews 3/24/2012)

(Originally e-mailed to Footnight from a couple who attended the awards night)
I just wanted to say to thank you for hosting such a great party and that G. and I really enjoyed being a part of LA Footnight. The staff was very friendly, helpful and made us feel comfortable from the time we walked in.

The award presentations were a lot of fun and it was exciting to see everyone having a great time and getting so involved.

. . . We also promised Justine we would have a season with her but she was in such demand that we didn’t see her again until the very end but, not too late for a session. On our way home, G. kept commenting how gorgeous and friendly [she was] and, I agree! We also thought it was cool that we were able to worship the feet of the girl that was just named as having the “sexiest feet”! We agree…good choice.

With Justine being a dom and G. being a sub…it was perfect. We have talked about the party several times since and, G. loved how Justine approached us and got to know G. [She] also loved how Justine controlled the session. Starting first by having G. remove her shoes, having a little foot talk, running hers hands over her feet, and then instructing G. to suck her toes and lick her feet. G. told me that Justine kept pushing her toes deep into her mouth which was just fantastic! If only Justine knew how much of an effect she was having.

Although girls who like other girl’s feet is not that common, it does happen. For a girl to worship another girl’s feet it can be hard as well as creating for an awkward moment if the other girl thinks it is weird to have her toes sucked on. Steve, your parties are a perfect way for anyone with an attraction to women’s feet to relax, and enjoy worshiping feet without experiencing that “awkward” moment. We would recommend your parties to anyone and, especially to couples where the girl is also attracted to other girl’s feet. We would say “just go” you will not regret it. The atmosphere is always friendly, the staff outstanding, and the models always the best.

Please keep up the great work!

–k. and g. a couple who attended Footnight; March 2012

I was not late yet. But I was beginning to panic.

I left the hotel well before my appointment with Justine Cross the Los Angeles Dominatrix to make sure I wasn’t late. The problem was my GPS. It was not recognizing the new play space for Justine. I pulled off the highway and checked my notes. I was entering the address in the GPS just as I wrote it down. I sent her a text asking for her address again. She sent the same thing I already had written down. Who ever heard of a GPS not knowing an address? This was turning into a real problem.

Justine Cross doesn’t like it when I’m late. She is firm on this point. I have never been really late before. Sometimes I arrive five minutes after the appointed time. Even this is a big failure to Justine and I was worried what would happen if I was a half hour late. She always thinks that she needs to prove a point even after we have seen each other several times. Late is not carelessness on my part. It was just unavoidable.

I got off the highway and sent a text. She repeated the address for me. It was exactly what I had written down. But the GPS still did not recognize it as a LA address. She sent another text: “where are you?” She was a little irritated. I drove to her old dungeon location, parked in front of the door and called her. Noticeably irritated, she told me that her new play space was just down the street. Restarting the car, I continued with just her verbal instructions. The GPS was worthless now.

Minutes later I found the address, parked and walked to the front gate. It was locked. So I called again. She made me wait for a few rings before answering. This made me more nervous. She finally answered. I told her the gate had a chain and padlock on it. In a fake dumb blond voice she claimed to be unaware of the lock. She told me to walk all the way around the block, and enter from behind the building. I know her forgetfulness is intentional when she acts like a dumb blond. She isn’t blond and she isn’t dumb either. She made me walk around the block to add to my minutes of lateness.

Entering from the back I knocked on the door. She looked at me through the window before opening the door. She opened it for me to enter and as the door closed behind me I could see she was in another striking outfit. She had on a black top and a very pink skirt. I had never seen her in anything except black before so this was a different way to experience her beauty. Both the top and the skirt were made of synthetic material. They did not follow any fashion standard that is familiar to me. This is not how a girl dresses for the office or for an evening out on the town. This is an altogether different style. It isn’t meant for work or social activities. It is meant for domination.

Justine’s beauty makes my body stop all movement. Caveman instincts in the primitive parts of my brain awaken when my eyes focus on her. These instincts tell my body to stop moving so all five senses can quickly report their findings to the brain. A man’s Y chromosome prepares him for these situations. In a split second he detects both beauty and danger at the same time. My primitive instincts reassure the conscious mind of my ability to handle the situation. Her beauty and deceitfulness can bring danger. But I am clearly much stronger. Strength is my advantage and it will protect me.

Justine’s gaze told me the primitive parts of her brain were likewise evaluating me. The cavewoman in her saw my superior strength and knew that it can be guided in a direction of her choosing. Her conscious mind knows the usual ways to guide a man. Justine has a woman’s soothing touch, pleasant voice and sensual beauty. But she also knows other ways to control a man that are not as ordinary. She was not afraid of my overwhelming physical power. I suspect it pleases her to know that someone so much stronger will do what she commands.

We traded greetings and I told her I was very excited to see her again. She didn’t say anything about being happy to see me. She didn’t thank me for traveling over a thousand miles to see her. Maybe she would have thanked me for my effort if I didn’t arrive late. I was hoping to get her mind off the time. So I avoided asking for compliments.

She began to show me around her new private dungeon. She has named it Dungeon West. It is a building with several rooms. There is a kitchen area to the right as you walk in complete with sink, cupboards and a fridge. The dishwasher was running when I arrived. There was an antique wood pipe organ to the left. It reminded me of the Phantom of the Opera movie. She gave me the backstory on how her business partner Eden Winter had a friend whose romantic partner found the organ in an antique shop somewhere outside of town. At least I think that is what she said. I get a little confused when the word partner can mean ether a business associate or a lover.

One of the rooms has a silver dog cage in it. Inside the cage is a piece of equipment that looks like a combination of hand and foot cuffs. Maybe she puts people in the cage and then restrains their wrists and ankles. This looked very mean to me. But a cage would keep Justine at a distance. She wouldn’t be able to get close enough to torment anyone inside. The silver cage may have a silver lining.

Her new play space has a wide variety of equipment that she can use to torture. There is a waist high bench which she calls a bondage table, a heavy metal chair for restraining men in the seated position and a St. Andrew’s cross. Justine Cross will never get bored here.

We returned to the bondage table room. She told me to kneel, take off my clothes and fold them perfectly straight. This is impossible for me to do since I am not a machine. There is no way I can fold my shirt so the distance from the left shoulder to the collar is exactly the same as on the right. I folded and refolded several times. She inspects each folding attempt and tells me what is wrong before she kicks my clothes all over the floor and commands I try again. She saw a piece of lint on my shirt and said,

“You have a fuzz on your shirt.”

The fuzz was hard to get off completely.

I told her, “this fuzz is the same color as your carpet. It’s your fuzz.”

“It may be my fuzz. But it is your problem, “ she said.

Refolding is frustrating. But this was helping me distract her from my late arrival. I was hoping she would forget. She grew tired of watching me fold. So she told me to stack my poorly folded clothes under the bondage table. Then she said it was time to “settle accounts” for me being late. This is her way of explaining why she is going to hit me. In the world of the Los Angeles Dominatrix every minute of lateness will result in getting hit with something. This time she took a stick out of the vase in the corner of the room. She calls it a cane. But it looks like a stick of bamboo.

She told me I was thirty-eight minutes late. I agreed with her. But I tried to tell her that these were unusual circumstances. She didn’t believe that the GPS was wrong. She said that it wouldn’t matter if it was since lateness is inexcusable. She wanted me to lean over her bondage table while she beat me thirty-eight times. I told her that I was sorry and that it would not happen again. She added five because I was not obeying right away. This was not going the way I wanted. She added another five before I could stand up and move to the table. This meant forty-eight hits. Justine Cross is an impatient dominatrix.

I bent over the table and she hit me. I could tell that she was using less than half the strength in the firm muscles of her right arm. But the cane hurt so much. It was an intense pain and I didn’t know how I could last another 47 hits. The cane lets her cause pain without using extra effort that could break a nail or ruffle her sexy clothes.

She asked, “Did you forget to count? You are supposed to say, ‘One thank you mistress.’”

“I understand,” I said.

“Then let me hear you say it,” she said harshly.

She stood to my left and every time she hit me I would move my ass away from her. She kept telling me to move back and stand straight. But it hurts too much. Disgusted, she went to the chest of drawers against the wall and pulled out leather handcuffs. She put them on me and attached them to the far side of the bondage table. Now I couldn’t move away from her much. She continued to hit me and I continued to yell “it hurts” and “dammit it hurts” in between “thank you mistress.” At one point she missed me and hit the table with her cane. It smacked the table right next to my left side. The noise startled me and I looked back at Justine to see what she was doing. She had a big smile on her face and looked proud of being able to startle me. Apparently forty-eight cane strokes are not entertaining enough. She has to throw in a practical joke to add to her amusement.

Sometimes I would look at her while she hit me. There isn’t a shred of sympathy in her eyes. She was enjoying how I squirmed against the restraints. I continued to look back at her once in a while hoping to see signs that she would stop before number forty-eight. She didn’t stop. This was excessive. It is enough to hit a dog once with a rolled up newspaper. Why is she hitting a fairly intelligent man forty-eight times with a cane?

I know she has a cat at home. She wouldn’t beat the cat because it is an animal that is defenseless against her. She calls all men ‘walking abortions’ because they have a Y chromosome. Doesn’t that make us just a defenseless as her cat? How does she explain hitting one defenseless creature and not another?

We finally got to forty-eight and she put the cane back in the vase. She let me stay standing handcuffed to the table for a while. Then she came up behind me and told me to spread my legs. I moved my feet away from each other. My first attempt to obey was not enough for her. She repeated her command with a louder, more demanding voice.

I don’t know what she was trying to accomplish back there. She spread my cheeks apart at one point. She took about a half minute to explore my behind before being satisfied. I must have passed inspection.

Justine asked what I did for fun in my home town. I told her about seeing football games, classic car shows and a church sponsored pheasant hunts. Justine burst into a long deep throated laugh when I mentioned a church sponsored pheasant hunt. She had to put one hand on my back to keep her balance.The thought of this was so funny to her that it took her several breaths before she finished laughing.

It is hard to predict what Justine thinks is funny. She has laughed at several things I have told her. None of these things have ever been funny to me. But it is hard enough to keep Justine from beating me let alone make her happy. If she thinks something is funny, then I am all for it. My first thought was to ask why pheasant hunts were funny. But asking Justine for the rationale behind her thoughts is dangerous. These questions make her think about why she does things and this could cause me to get a few more hits with the cane.

I explained that hunting is a normal activity where I live. A faith based organization including hunting in some of its social activities is perfectly natural. I also told her that women are welcome to participate in pheasant hunts. It just so happens that they prefer to get involved once the game is ready for the oven. This is just the way it works when everyone does what they want to do.

The LA Dominatrix hunts too, in her own way. The greater Los Angeles metropolitan area is her hunting ground along with the occasional naive male that gets hooked by her website. Radical statements and beautiful pictures in the website lure her game closer. She has developed a charming public personality. But charming is not part of her real identity. She hides behind charm so her true character will not scare men away. But once she closes the dungeon door behind a visitor, she can be herself again.

She unhooked the handcuffs from the bench and told me to lay on it facing the ceiling.

The table is about four feet off the ground. This is a great vantage point from which to gaze on the extreme beauty of Mistress Justine Cross. It was great pleasure to look at her while she cuffed my hands and feet to the table. Her eye makeup looked like Cleopatra from ancient Egypt.

I was aware of why she wanted to cuff me to the bench. My strength is the one advantage I have over her. Preventing movement of hands and feet makes me completely helpless. I can’t stop Justine when the pain of her tortures become too much to withstand.

One of my emails to the Los Angeles Dominatrix before the appointment mentioned Justine’s appearance on Attack of the Show on G4tv. She used an electric wand to shock the cohosts and I thought it would be fun to feel if it was as painful as it looked. She opened her black torture case and started connecting all the wires. I told her that I just wanted to try it and we didn’t need to spend a lot of time shocking me. She laughed again.

The wand is like a big electric toothbrush with a hollow glass tip at one end. The tip has a purple glow when the electricity is turned on. She began by shocking my arms and legs. The first shock to my arm hurt a little. Then she used the dial on the wand so even more electricity would go through my body.

Soon she turned her attention to my nipples. Justine told me that nipples have more nerves in them than other parts of the body. The electric shock to my nipples caused much more pain than the arm and leg shocks. Suddenly I understood what the male G4TV cohost was feeling when he was getting similar treatment from the Los Angeles Dominatrix.

It is impossible to take this kind of pain without telling her loudly to stop. All the screaming was beginning to bother Mistress Justine and she started covering my mouth to muffle the sounds. She said the small amount of pain I felt was nothing compared what she has done to other people. She wanted to gag me. But she said I sometimes say things that are funny to her and she might miss another laughable statement if I were gagged.

She made a strange sound at some point while shocking my nipples. It sounded like a poodle barking. She looked down at the table when she barked and commented “this table has metal in it.” I smiled a little. The Los Angeles Dominatrix had shocked herself! She did not share my laughter. Instead she gave me another anatomy lecture.

“Did you know that there is only one other part of your body that has more nerves than your nipples? Can you guess what it is?” I knew what she meant but didn’t say anything.

“Don’t you want to guess? OK Then I’ll show you.”

She touched the electric wand on the head of my penis. This was much worse than the nipples and it made me scream much louder. I wonder why she covered my mouth with her hand again. After all Dungeon West is her private space. We aren’t going to wake the neighbors.

She kept shocking me on the head. It would have been better if she used the side of the penis so the shock would be spread out over more skin. Touching the tip of the wand to the end of my penis made the shock focus on one small spot making the pain much more intense.

I was trying to think of a way to make her stop but couldn’t. The metal table shocked Justine again and I laughed. I saw this as a small victory for me. Justine never takes turns with torture. But somehow I managed to put her on the receiving end two times in a row. My laughing got stronger and was as hard as when Justine laughed at pheasant hunting.

Justine put her electrical equipment away, removed my restraints and said it was time for her foot massage. She told me to move the chair against the wall to the center of the room. The chair was very heavy and hard to lift. She moved her feet toward me while reclining in the chair.

Touching Justine’s feet is a pleasurable experience. These are the things that bring the art in the shoe designer’s mind to life. Her toenails were recently painted with a red nail polish. I held two of her toes in my hands and examined them. The feet pulled themselves out of my hands. She laughed and said I was tickling her. She told me to stop fooling around and start massaging.

I massaged her feet for a while and she was pleased. Maybe she likes massages because high heels make her feet sore. It can’t be easy to walk when the heel is always several inches above the toes.

The foot massage brings her smooth and muscular calves very close to my eyes. My palms left her feet and went to the back of her calves. I moved my hands over the silky skin. I didn’t grip them strongly at first. Light touches let me feel the delicate shape of the calves covered with hairless skin.

Sensations from my hands suggested that these calves were very strong and muscular. I tightened my grip to feel the firmness of her muscles. They were firm while still being soft and feminine. My eyes looked up to see if Justine was unhappy with my firm grip. I was taking the initiative since she didn’t tell me to touch anything but her feet. She still looked pleased so I kept gripping her along the length of her calves. I changed from a light grip to a firm grip and back again. I want to feel those calves again.

It was time to go. I put my clothes back on while Justine put her toys away. It’s strange to call instruments used for pain ‘toys.’ Toys are used to have fun. But we had fun with the pain she was giving me. Pleasure and pain wrap around each other like two snakes when visiting the Los Angeles Dominatrix.

I asked Justine for a hug goodbye before opening the door to leave. She reluctantly came toward me and I put one hand on her back. Something was not quite right so I used my other hand to lift one of hers to my shoulder.

As I was leaving, Justine told me not to masturbate until she saw me again. She is always trying to put more of her controls on me.

–d., March 2012

Mistress Justine,

Once again, I wanted to take a few moments to thank you for such a wonderful evening. I feel as if our sessions are beginning to evolve in more ways than I could possibly imagine, and that can only be due to your impeccable skill, not to mention your unbelievable beauty. The way you took me a few days ago to a place that I never felt I could be taken to was awe inspiring. As you already well know, I am not one who likes to be left with marks. But on this occasion, I allowed it more so due to the fact that when I looked into your eyes, I almost felt like I had no other choice. Those eyes are that intoxicating, and your spirit, beauty, and intelligence are enough to drive a sub absolutely insane in the membrane. I have to admit, after I said yes to your request to leave marks, I was a bit unsure as to why I gave the okay. After all, I didn’t wish to be left so marked that I might have difficulty explaining them to another world that I live in and is oblivious to my other passion. But your keen sense of professionalism and your ability to know what your regulars desire and don’t desire is just another one of your fortes, and is what makes you the true Mistress that you are and always will be. I will wear these marks while they are still a part of me as a red badge of honor. One thing you mentioned to me that is so true is that you are simply so far beyond everyone else in this business. It’s one thing to make a comment such as this that others might take as being incredulous. However, when one has the confidence, poise, ability, and intellect such as yourself, well, all I can say is go right ahead and say whatever you want.

And then to have the honor of having you accompany me to dinner, celebrating our two birthdays, and sharing a bottle of your favorite champagne with you was just another way for me to get to know you a little more and to show my gratitude towards this journey you have allowed us to initiate.

Thank you again, and one more thing: In no way have I ever had any intention of seeing other mistresses. Any mention of that was all for the scene we were playing. There is only one Mistress in my life, and that one is the gorgeous, the delectable, and the only true domme in these parts. That is the one and only, Mistress Justine.

–t., February 2012

Today I met Mistress Justine Cross. It was easily the best session I have ever had. I have had experience with about six other dommes, but Mistress Justine is absolutely the best. I hope she is around for a very long time . . . she is the only mistress I want to see. I wish I would have met her years ago. Here are my general comments about Mistress Justine, then a few particulars about my session with her.

As everyone else points out, she is stunningly beautiful. She has the perfect body. It was an amazing experience to have someone as beautiful as Mistress Justine torturing me. She has the sexiest feet and legs ever. My jaw almost dropped open when she came in with her dress and high heels on. She has the body of a goddess. Really. Mistress Justine’s play space is immaculately clean, with really cool furniture, both BDSM and non-BDSM. It looks like a dungeon should look.

One thing that I don’t think other comments have mentioned are her eyes. They are hypnotic. I loved gazing at them while she was torturing me. It made me dizzy with pleasure and pain.

My session with Mistress Justine was more of a sensual one with light corporal and moderate nipple torture, and an extended time of foot and leg worship. Her tease and denial was exquisite. My head was spinning and my body was aching to make contact with hers. Her torturing my nipples was the best I’ve ever experienced. She is very good at reading body language and senses when she can increase the pain level. When she let me worship her feet and legs, it was absolutely intoxicating. I was in heaven sucking her toes and putting her whole foot in my mouth. I think (hope) she enjoyed this, too.
I am a relative newbie to corporal punishment (other mistresses I have sessioned with have been into other things). So, I didn’t last very long before asking for mercy from the whipping. After the session was over, I told her I was sure she was going really easy on me with the cane. She agreed. Next time, I will take a stronger and longer beating.

I sensed that not far below the sensual aide that Mistress Justine showed me today there lurks a really sinister side, as some others have written about. I expect she can be wickedly cruel. Frankly, I hope to experience that next time. But for today, it could not have been better. She is so passionate about her work and lifestyle.

It was a perfect first session with Mistress Justine. The first of what I hope will be many, many more to come. I felt completely safe with her and I loved every minute of it. The only bad thing was how fast the hour flew by! I couldn’t believe it when it was over. Thank you, Mistress Justine, for a mind-blowing session.

Oh, and you should know, Mistress Justine did not ask me to write this. I asked her for permission. I don’t usually write reviews. But there is no way I could not write this one. It was that incredible.

–j. Jan. 29, 2012

First, i think it’s important to note that Mistress Justine is even more beautiful than Her pictures. There can be times when pictures are dated and/or otherwise improved such that the first impression can be a bit underwhelming. With Mistress Justine it is VERY MUCH the opposite!

As for Mistress’ expertise during the session, She was absolutely one of the most knowledgeable i have had the honor of serving. Once She welcomed me to Her dungeon, it began. And what a beginning. i felt meak from the outset. My session was mainly sensual domination and in that context it is terrific for a Mistress to begin somewhat subdued or subtle and graduate from there. Mistress expertly “handled me”, anticipating my weaknesses and desires well before i did. i was nothing. Mistress was all!

–g. January 2012

From Her initial inspection to Her extreme teasing, i could do nothing but obey. At the end, Her ownership of me was unquestioned. i will be thinking about Mistress Justine intently until i have the pleasure of serving Her again, at which time i’m sure She’ll have more surprises. i strongly encourage any submissive to connect with Mistress Justine!!

My knees are weak. You pushed me past my boundaries in many ways and it was scary but amazing. I had tears in my eyes while you forced that dildo down my throat but I’m glad you did it. That was amazing. It’s so liberating to be shoved past my comfort zone. Anyway, I can’t wait to see you again. I need some strangling and a ball gag and a lot of what we almost did tonight. That would be a kinky dream come true. I’m scared but can’t turn away. If I was here another day I’d come back just for that. (I love that). God, you looked so amazing with it strapped on. Amazing things happen in that room. You don’t come out the way you went in! There were moments at the beginning when I was like this is going to be the longest hour of my life and then before I knew it, it was over. I can see how having trust in your domme helps because when we got near or past my comfort zone I thought, I’m scared but she will help me through it, which is kindof crazy but so amazing to be able to rely on you to calm me after you crush me. Thank you so much for easing me into this world. I can see that it’s fun but also that there’s levels that are normal to you but are beyond me that I’ll never be able to deal with but that’s ok.

–.t, Dec. 17, 2011 (He came back the next day.)

Mistress Justine, Today was awesome. Thank you so much. I keep getting chills just thinking about various moments. I was in a fog for about an hour after I left, unwilling and unable to plug back in to the real world. You took my breath away. Thank you!

You’re the expert and the leader so lead me. I enjoy subbing for you. One of my favorite moments was clinging to your legs after your spanking and the easy way you comforted me back from that place of pain. To have the punisher and the comforter in one person is amazing!

–t. Dec. 16 2011 (First time with a Dominatrix!)

I just wanted to take a moment to thank you an absolutely wonderful evening. You are an absolutely masterful Mistress with a sculpted body that is beyond belief. I don’t think there is any question that you were and still are the poster child for the word gorgeous. You look absolutely stunning in person.

I plan to go and order those black panties you desire later today. No fear, they are as good as on their way as I write. Take care and have a wonderful weekend. I look forward to seeing you very, very soon.

–t. Nov. 2011

i seriously enjoyed buying You the cool watch as i could see how good it would be with You, i keep thinking of that picture on twitter of You in the high quality leather skirt and top and thought, wow, there is nothing like that anywhere else on the net and seemed so authentic and lifestyle. Yes the picture of You holding the leash over Your beautiful legs, and really hot toned thighs made me think just how pretty You Woman really are. its a mind trip remembering i am still a pesky male no matter what i do. Also i contributed to the Woman’s PAC against the war against woman the right is pushing, and the wildlife sanctuary up in Tujunga as Betty White is matching the donations dollar for dollar.

In many ways i feel very truly humbled emailing with You. You are different.

–$ slave, Oct. 2011

Mistress Justine,
Thank you again for the incredible experience this week. Your sensuality and sadism are an intoxicating mix, and I can already imagine how many more degrees of both await in future sessions. I’ll definitely look forward to next time.
-MC, Oct. 2011

“What you should know about playing with Ms Justine is that it will make you very happy, elated, and that you’d want everyone to know you’re Her bitch.”

–”bitch n.” Oct. 2011

Justine,

I can’t begin to tell you how much fun that was tonight. I apologize, I was so incredibly nervous and awkward about the whole thing, but you did such a great job of making it a relaxing and amazing experience. You were incredibly sexy too, way hotter than I had expected, which did not help my nervous energy about the evening one bit

I can’t wait for the next session. Are you available next Sunday?

–c. Sept. 2011

I called Mistress Justine 2 hours before our session just as she instructed me to do and i think she could tell that i was super nervous based on the phone as this was my first session ever. i simply wanted to go to the best for my first session i read her reviews and checked her website out and i felt like we would match as far as what i wanted and what She wanted. i got there and called her again to let Her know i arrived and She came and let me in. i was nervous beyond belief but She was able to calm me down for a little while that is. She has the most gorgeous feet that i have ever seen pictures don’t do justice for how they look. i started worshiping Her perfect feet and you are able to talk to Her just like anyone else it made it so comfortable and inviting. We talked about what all i was interested in and what i was looking to get into. After i worshiped Her perfect feet for a while we started exploring some of my fantasies and such, i got so so nervous and She knew that i was nervous so she had fun with it. The whole session was fun and i look forward to going back to her in the future to keep pushing my limits. The thing that made me the happiest was that She was respectful, She knew that I have limits and She respects those. It was a lot of fun. It was the best experience i have had in a long time.

Thank you Mistress,
n. June 2011

I’ve had the pleasure of serving Ms. Justine Cross several times. She’s a stunning dominatrix with beautiful feet.

You wont’ be disappointed serving this Mistress!

–b. May 2011
(originally posed on Mistress Destiny’s Forum)

Mistress,
For three days after our session every part of my body was either tender, aching, or throbbing. I don’t understand how you do it, but you somehow put me through my deepest fantasies as though we painstakingly planned them out, but they weren’t!
The way you appear and move, act, and speak simply humbles me and leaves me speechless. As I said before, you are a treasure, and a true professional. The Omakase was amazing and your special lap dance was out of this world!
I certainly hope we can schedule again soon,
A loyal Devotee!

Thanks Mistress,

–t. May 2011

 

 

“Bad Girl in a HOT PINK BIKINI”

Ms. Justine walked into the room wearing only a tiny hot pink bikini and stiletto high heel shoes.  She looked like a Miss America contestant appearing right in front of me live and in person. Oh my, her beauty quickly captivated my attention … she could have made a gay man go straight, she looked that good. Like a beautiful rose, I focused on the flower forgetting about the sharp thorns on the stem that always hurts when you carelessly pick a rose.  I asked Ms. Justine if I could take her picture; she agreed but only if I used her camera. She posed with the confidence of a professional model and I felt like I missed my calling as a photographer; oh my she looked better than gorgeous as I took each picture.  Her perfectly manicured feet fitting in the sexiest high heel shoes I’ve ever seen attached to the most perfect shaped legs on the planet. Her hips and waist were a perfect match to her perfect body. You could see why this beautiful girl puts in so many hours at the gym; who wouldn’t want t preserve that body.  Mesmerized at the moment, I completely forgot why I was there and what pain was awaiting me in just a few short minutes. Yes, I was focused on the flower of the rose and carelessly forgot about the sharp thorns bristling on the long stem of this BAD Girl in a HOT PINK BIKINI.

After taking the last photo, Ms. Justine’s sadistic desires came out. I was quickly ordered to my knees and I quickly remembered my Mistress was in command and I obeyed.  She walked close to my body and with her sharp fingernails began to torture my nipples.  I could all but cry out in pain as she smiled and dug and twisted and pulled harder. I begged her to stop but that only made her hurt me with more intensity. At the same time she was torturing my nipples she kicked me between the legs and the pain was intense. The only saving grace was that she was wearing that bikini and the sight of her body made the pain bearable.  After she was amused hurting me in that first round, she ordered me to open her cane case, a black round cylinder leather case that contains a variety of canes all designed to inflict different degrees of pain. All instruments that Ms. Justine loves to play with and of course excites her sadistic desires to a very high level. She loves her canes.  She made me select three of the canes and asked me which one I would prefer … none of them I said, so she selected the thin one and I knew that one hurt the most. I was ordered to the whipping bench dragged by my hair and she began her torture. Each stroke felt like I was being attacked by a swarm of hornets biting simultaneously with each swat. It seemed as if she was never going to stop.  I would reach back and stroke her beautiful legs as she continued her caning.  I would have cried for mercy if it weren’t for the pleasure of touching this beautiful woman.  After what seemed like an endless beating she finally stopped. Ms. Justine ordered me to massage her legs.  I could see the smile and satisfaction on her face and I could hear her saying, with pleasure in her voice, that she did a good job on my ass … the welts and marks more than met her standards and satisfaction. I massaged her legs with deep pleasure. I did my best to please my Mistress and she knows how much this pleases me as well.  It is a reward of a lifetime!  Ms. Justine beauty left me speechless and the words I just wrote in this review can never accurately describe what a perfect body she has.  My Mistress owns me and having her for an hour session every other week is far superior to having a full time girlfriend. Ask for a “Hot Pink Bikini’ session with Ms. Justine. All she can do is say no … but if she says yes, you will see her the way I did and you will focus on the flower of the rose and temporarily forget about the sharp thorns on the stem. Don’t worry, she’ll remind you in a hurry and that next time you pick a rose you will be careful.

–sub j. April 2011

 

Mistress Justine was absolutely fantastic. Up to this point I had mostly engaged in phone domination (phone mistress) and had one encounter at a Dungeon in Los Angeles that was quite forgettable.

She was easy to contact, I found her website through Max Fisch – and read the reviews, saw the photos, and decided to give her a call. I called and then filled out the form an she got back to me fairly quick.

We talked briefly about what my experience was and what I was interested in. I explained my experience, and mentioned that I enjoyed sensual tease and denial with light humiliation.

We set an appointment a few days later, I showed up on time and she let me in. She greeted me with a handshake, then grabbed my tie and pulled me into the back room of the dungeon.

What struck me about Mistress Justine was just how nice and beautiful she was. She was more than ready to torture and tease me, but the whole while I felt safe and had a wonderful time.

My session included tickle torture, nipple pinching, choking, face slapping, and a lot of “Yes, Mistress.”

I had a wonderful time. I’ll definitely be back to visit her and will not be spending anymore money on the phone mistresses. Mistress
Justine is exactly what I’ve been looking for. I plan on being a regular and devoted acolyte. Mistress Justine is the real thing.
More than worthy, and more than fun!

-d., March 2011

Ms. Justine,

Every time see you it gets better this session was fantastic. I liked the room as it warmed up quicker. Just the chair that hurt your head needs to be replaced.

I’ll never stop telling you how beautiful you are. I really want to do an extended session that would include dinner. That would be interesting. I’ll be saving for that and I’ll let you know when I’m ready.
Fear the wooden paddle. Oh my that thing hurts. When I see it I shudder inside. The flogger, it didn’t hurt. You could have unleashed on me. I haven’t looked at my back yet and I may regret saying this after I look. Now the NT. on my way home it really started to hurt I felt every bump in the road. Each mile got worse and by the time I got home I wanted to cry, ( but I didnt). I did enjoy the mirror. You noticed when I moved my head so I could get a better look at you. Hey I didn’t want to look at my face,LOL, or I would have yelled MERCY.

I have really learned to trust you and I feel much better arcing you. I won’t forget the bag of toys next time. You can have them all.

I would have flown to London or NY to see you if you were going to stay longer than a month. I’m glad your not <smile>. Until next time you can rest assure this man will be worshiping your photos.

–j. Jan 2011

I found a darker side to Mistress Justine the last time I saw her.  I said something she took the wrong way and it made her angry.  She has always been calm and cool in the past.  But I think she lost her cool this time.  She may have been putting on an act.  But I doubt it.

My visit began normally.  I always look forward to seeing what she decides to wear for the appointment.  I have never seen her in the same thing twice and each outfit looks like it was carefully selected for our evening together.  She wore a black dress with high heel shoes.  It took a while for me to realize that it was actually a nurses uniform.  The color black and nursing don’t usually go together.  But the combination worked for Mistress Justine.  She looked very cute and sinister in it.

I touched the bottom of the hem to feel the material and asked her if it was leather.  She pushed my hand away irritated that I would touch her clothing without asking permission.  She proudly said that it was latex and not leather.

I sensed she thought using animals for clothing was cruel in some way.  Maybe the talk about being a vegetarian on her blog is related to a belief in animal rights.  I don’t know how someone could believe in preventing cruelty to animals and like beating men senseless at the same time.  But I am a beginner and still have much to learn.

She always has some reason to punish me at the beginning of the appointment.  It was lateness this time.  I was late, but not by much.  I tried to explain that traffic was heavier than expected.  But she is not interested in excuses.  She made me bend over and count out nine hits with her paddle.  I always have to say “Thank you Mistress Justine” after each.  This is just her way of setting the mood for the rest of the evening.

She decided to wax the hair off my back.  I have a lot of back hair.  I thought it would be nice to see what it looks like without hair.  So I lay down and let her get started.  I felt terrible pain when she pulled off the first patch of hair.  I was ready to stop then.  But Mistress Justine wanted to keep going.  She cuffed my hands and feet to the bench and continued.  She continued to wax one patch at a time.  I was in pain for one or two minutes after she ripped each patch of hair from my back.  Mistress Justine’s mood was lifted higher with every patch.  She told me to just say her middle name whenever I wanted to stop.  But she has never told me what it was.  So I had to keep suffering with her new creative torture.

She was very amused by how I acted when she gave me this kind of pain.  Until now, she had only pinched my nipples and beat me with her paddle during previous appointments.  But this was different.  Waxing back hair caused me pain.  But it was not meant as a punishment.  Back waxing is more painful than the paddle.  However it seems more bearable since I was not being condemned for something that Mistress Justine didn’t like.  Mistress Justine was pleased with me.  She was just hurting me for fun, not because I did not meet her standards.  I was having a good time too.

Mistress Justine chatted with me in between patches.  I forgot what we were talking about.  But it was nice small talk.  Suddenly I said something that completely changed the evening. I can’t recall my exact words.  It was just a casual remark. But she took it the wrong way.  She thought what I said disagreed with her feminist beliefs.  I certainly did not mean it that way.  But she thought my comment was an insult to all womankind.

I noticed Mistress Justine was not happy as soon as I finished speaking.  She stomped with her high heels to the table across the room.

While walking she said, “That is a fucked up thing to say to someone.”

I told her I was sorry right away and asked her to forgive me.  Either she did not hear me or she was ignoring me.  She took off her latex gloves quickly and threw them down on the table and picked up her wooden paddle.  Then she started to quickly stomp back toward me with her high heels.  I kept apologizing while she stomped.

I said, “I’m sorry.  I did not mean it that way.  Please forgive me.”

Mistress Justine would not listen.

She stood behind me near my ass and said, “Ten” very loud.

I repeated my apologies and asked her to forgive me.  I was getting a little nervous because my hands and feet were tied down.  I could not move more than two or three inches in any direction.  I could not stop Mistress Justine from doing anything she wanted to do.  I was completely helpless and she knew it.  Also, she looked very mad and she is female, a dangerous combination.

My apologies continued.

“I am so sorry Mistress Justine,” I said.

“Start counting.”

“Don’t be mad Mistress Justine.  Please don’t hit me for this.  I won’t say anything like that again.”

Mistress Justine said, “Fifteen then, start counting” very loud.

I kept trying to reason with Mistress Justine or at least try to calm her down.  Then, while I was still trying to apologize to her, she starts hitting me with the paddle.  After the third hit, I knew that she was going to give me the ten hits no matter what I said.

Unfortunately, Mistress Justine does not consider any hits that are not counted by her victim.   So the fourth hit was the first of my ten.  We finally got to number ten, which was really thirteen, and I was relieved it was over.  But then, she hits me again!  That meant I was really going to get the fifteen hits she mentioned earlier.  I decided not to argue with her and said, “eleven, thank you Mistress Justine.”  She was not going to let me reason with her.

I should not have said my remark.  But I did apologize immediately.  I don’t see why she had to use the paddle since I already admitted my mistake.  Mistress Justine can go from zero to serious bitch very fast.  It is hard to know this when first meeting her.  I don’t want to think that such an attractive woman can get so mad.  I want to let her beauty charm me.  But in order for charm to happen, I have to avoid thinking about the possibility of imperfections.  She is very unfair.  I thought Mistress Justine’s name should really be Mistress Un-Justine.

Mistress Justine put the paddle back on the table after I said, “fifteen, Thank you Mistress Justine.”  She put her latex gloves back on and resumed waxing my back.  I was silent for the next few minutes except when she ripped another patch of hair from my back.  I didn’t want to say anything else wrong because Mistress Justine can decide to take things seriously at any moment.  I was sulking.

She finished waxing and we moved on to another activity she had planned.  It was a humiliating and degrading experience all by itself.  I will have to write about that some other time.

Our time together came to an end.  I gave her a hug before I left and she gave me a couple of slaps in the face good bye.

Driving home that night, I thought that none of this needed to happen.  I wondered if other dominatrixes would have had the same reaction to what I said.  Maybe it would have been different with someone else.  But I picked Mistress Justine because she looked tough.  I am new to the domination game and I want Mistress Justine to do as she pleases.

She needs to be in the lead.  But this was something different.  I do everything she says.  There have been a couple of times when I was a few minutes late.  But that is the only thing she has ever disliked about me until now.  A small comment greatly offended her.  No one, except her, would have had such an extreme reaction to what I said.

I think I know what she was doing now.  Mistress Justine already knew that she could get me to do what she wanted.  But she wants to control my thoughts too.  I have worked hard to develop my mind and I am proud to be able to think for myself.  She took advantage of being in charge and tried to take over my thoughts.  This is more unpleasant than her wooden paddle.  Her handcuffs take my freedom of movement.  Beating me for just saying something takes my freedom of thought.

She judges what I say and beats me if she hears anything she does not like.  There is nothing I can do to prevent her because she already has my hands and feet tied.  I felt more dominated by her than any time before.

Mistress Justine thinks of herself as someone who dominates men mentally as well as physically.  She thought my comment revealed an attitude she found offensive.  She was trying to change that attitude.  I still think that it was an overreaction.  But she has complete authority during our visits.  I have to accept her decisions.

–d., Dec. 2010

I found Ms. Justine while searching for a dominatrix in the Los Angeles area. I was vacationing in early November and I wanted to try a new experience. I sent her an email and she responded. Her response was bright, cheery and encouraging. She explained how to set up an appointment when I arrived and asked for more detail about what I wanted to do. I made the appointment and called her two hours before to confirm as she asked. She gave me the address at that time.

She is tall and slender just like the pictures on her website. She is very attractive. She tried to get me to describe what I wanted to do and I could not. She said that was ok since I was a beginner and left the room to get some things she uses to hit people.

My first session with Ms. Justine was very tame. She talked with me for a little while and then started with what I thought were some standard routine things. She pulled me off the chair by my hair and pushed me onto the floor. She cuffed my hands behind my back and pinched my nipples. She hit my butt with a paddle. The paddle hurt and she said that she was barely touching me. I wondered what she did to other guys if that was barely touching. She talked about the fetish life at the end and recommended some reading material and websites.

Justine is a very nice girl. I can tell that she was nurtured in her childhood. She acts and speaks like someone who was studious in high school and college. She is cultured and can speak with people she has just met easily. I could picture her as a lawyer in a law office, if she wore different clothes.

I thought that she was holding herself back a lot. She talked about being a dominatrix as a full time lifestyle not just a job. She said that she did a lot of very mean things to guys. But none of this seemed to be what she and I did together. I told her that I was from Kansas and she thought that explained a lot about me. Her comment about where I lived made me wonder a few days later. Why would where I lived make such a difference to her? What would need to be explained about me? I wondered if she withheld her talents from me because there is a myth about Midwestern people being very conservative. She seemed to be challenging me to find a way to unlock her. So I tried a couple of things.

My first try was to send her an email thanking her for the nice visit and suggesting we get together again. A couple of stupid jokes were included in the email. I hoped to provoke her with them. But she replied without even mentioning the jokes. I really thought these jokes would make her mad and make her reply with some kind of angry attack on me. I decided to write an angry attack email on her behalf. I sent it to her and asked her if she could have written it herself. She just replied confirming the appointment time.

I was a little nervous about this second appointment. The email I ghost wrote for Ms. Justine was mean. It warned me that things would be very different the next time. I wondered if I had created a monster when I waked in the door. I think I did create a monster.

She dragged me by the collar through the hallway to the back of the building right away. She had me spend an agonizing amount of time folding my clothes neatly on a chair and then kicked the chair over and had me do it again because it was not good enough the first time. Then, after she was tired of me folding and refolding my clothes wrong, she decided to move on to punishing me for calling to confirm my appointment nine minutes late.

Punishing a grown man is way beyond any standards of propriety on the face of it. Then to consider nine minutes after six PM to be enough to qualify as lateness is wholly unreasonable. Also, I actually called her at eight minutes after six, not nine. She was making up the nine minutes part. She had me bend over a saw horse kind of thing so my ass was right in front of her. I didn’t want to do this. But I was there for a dominatrix session so I needed to go with the flow in order to participate. I did this and she explained what she wanted me to do. I had to count each hit and say “Thank you Mistress Justine.”

She hit me so hard with her paddle the first time that I could not speak “Mistress Justine” correctly. She said that I fucked up and that didn’t count as part of my 9 hits, one for each minute of lateness. She kept giving me orders to put my ass back up where she could hit it easier. Toward the end, she was hitting me on the same areas bruised by previous hits. So it hurt more than in the beginning. She is stronger than she looks. I thought I was done after the nine. But she said I called at the front gate two minutes after eight PM instead of eight. She wanted to hit me two more times. She made this up because I called right at 8. But she insisted on two more hits to “settle accounts.” So I took them just to make her satisfied. I checked my cell phone records later that night. I called exactly at 8 PM. She was wrong, not me.

Mistress Justine was surprisingly calm and cool throughout this punishment process. Every time I drew away from the thing I bent over, she carefully told me to get back on it so she could hit me again. She seemed completely at ease with herself while I was sweating and groaning. I got the idea that she was happy or proud of herself. She liked to hear my groans, liked to see me wither away from the sawhorse in pain. But it is hard to tell for sure because I was in pain the whole time. She was hitting so hard. I wonder if she was using a two hand grip. She didn’t have any sympathy either. During the first visit a few days before she said, “aw is he scared” like she was talking to a puppy. She didn’t say anything like that this time.

She would talk about how men are inferior to women throughout the whole hour. I don’t know if she really believed this stuff. But she said a lot of it. The first draft of the email I ghost wrote for her had a lot of female supremacist bullshit in it. I let it ramble on until it imploded on its own stupidity. I deleted most of it from the final draft because it sounded so silly. I am glad I did because rattling her cage any more could have been dangerous. As it was, the bruises on my ass took two days to disappear. Who knows what would have happened if I had encouraged her any more.

Next she cuffed my hands to this wooden rack. So I was standing up on my feet with my hands held above my head. She did some pinching and then she told me to do something that is hard for me to write down. It was very humiliating. I told her I did not want to do it. But she said the consequences for not doing it would be much worse. She just finished hitting me very hard with her paddle and I didn’t want any more of that. So I did it. It was very mean for her to make me do this. It was not necessary. She just wanted to prove that she could make me do anything she wanted.

After this, she walks over to her purse and comes back with a new toy she just acquired. It was a knife with a double edge, razor sharp. She came very close to me so I could not use my legs to kick her away. She grabbed my right thigh between her thighs and held it still. It looked like razor sharp stainless steel. She held the point to my neck right under my Adam’s apple and looked at me. I asked her what she thought she was doing and she kept looking at me. Then she started to pull strands of my body hair tight and use the knife to cut it. She cut hair from several places including my pubic area. She said she was demonstrating how sharp the knife was. I wanted to take the knife away from her and give her a spanking. But she had my hands tied and she had already held the knife very close to my neck once. I didn’t want to make her mad.

Mistress Justine told me that no one would know if she killed me that night. Police could trace cell phone records. But she would say I was a no-show. She said that for all I know, we were completely alone and there would be no witnesses if she murdered me. It was by her good graces that she let me live. Mistress Justine asked me what I learned before unchaining me. I had to think for a minute and said, “call on time and you are smarter than me.” She said that I also learned that she is in charge not me. I also learned that Mistress Justine is a little twisted. But I didn’t tell her that since she had the razor sharp knife and my hands were tied above my head.

I can’t blame her for making assumptions about me living in Kansas. I made assumptions about her based on where she lived. I thought any dominatrix living in Los Angeles must be the best in the business. She really gives an exciting experience. I told her the paddle really hurt. She said it was supposed to hurt. She hit me very hard and she was not going to apologize for it. But a few were a little less hard than some of the others. I guess that is her distorted way of showing kindness. I now know what to expect from her and it will be difficult to see her again. I know I will be much more nervous walking up to her door next time because she might hit me like that again. I wish I could find some one like her in Kansas.

She did compliment me on the email I wrote pretending to be her. It was not much of a compliment. She did not tell me that I described her thoughts perfectly. She did not say that I had an extraordinary ability to see things from a dominatrix point of view. But she did say that she would refer to it in the future. At least she thought it had some value to her. I should be happy with that. Compliments from Ms. Justine must be very rare. I have a feeling that she doesn’t like to compliment men just as a general principle. It is contrary to her view of the universe.

I left wondering how my ghost email affected Justine’s approach to our second visit. Did it give her a blueprint for what I wanted her to do when we were together? Did it just give her permission to be herself and do what she wanted without trying to predict if it was something I would like? I prefer to think that she was just doing what she wanted during the second visit. I feel that her entertainment is more important than mine.

It is hard to imagine other guys liking this like I did. It was exciting when she was completely in charge of everything I did. Putting a knife to my throat really added to the excitement because she was showing me she had the power of life and death over me. It does not bother her to hurt people. In fact she likes to hurt them. Their hurting gives her pleasure.

It is fun to imagine living under her rules where there is no way to escape and no safe words. Living in a situation where her authority cannot be questioned sounds very exciting because it would be impossible to stop things when the pain got unbearable. This would be a type of total surrender that is probably not possible in the modern world. This kind of environment did exist when the statues like those at the Getty Villa were carved in ancient Rome.

Men are usually thought of as rulers back then. But maybe there were a few Mistress Justines too. They may have been making their servants fold their clothes in some detailed way, beat them for unfair reasons and threatened their lives for the fun of it. Maybe these guys were the ones who walked up to big blocks of stone and started chiseling beautiful statues.

–d., Nov 2010

Just wanted to express how much i respect the way You present Yourself here and in Your professional website. The candid, straight forward, communicative way You address the reader is refreshing, non-judgmental and inviting to say the least. If i happen to find myself planning a trip to Southern California, it would be next to impossible for me not to pursue the opportunity of associating with You.

–j. Aug 2010

Mistress Justine,

I want to thank You for granting me the session today. I had a perfect time. I hope that we can session again sometime.

–s. Aug 2010

Mistress Justine,

First, let me elaborate a little on why I considered Monday’s session to be “perfect.”

It was perfect in the sense that it was one micro-inch short of being too much for me. Not too much, just perfect. I have had many, many scenes with longer punishment scenes that left deeper and longer lasting marks, but I just don’t get the same out of that as I got on Monday.

I also really find you to be extraordinarily attractive, and in tandem with the very hot Ms. Winter, it was a truly great experience that I will remember for a long time to come.

–s. Aug. 2010

Ms. Justine,

Tonight is my first in Indonesia and i went to Your blog and saw Your posting about “limits”. i found what You had to say very informative as i believe that i told You to do what You wanted to do, and You did just what i was most afraid of. i do want to acknowledge how much i enjoyed our time together; You really took me on a trip. i want You to know that i really and deeply enjoyed our time and want to play with You again when i return to LA.

i hope that i am able to attend the upcoming FN. In reading Your blog, i just felt that i should send this email and let You know that You took me to places that were timeless. You deserve to be acknowledged as a great Mistress and i do so.

i very much look forward to serving You upon my return to LA.

respectfully Yours,

r., Aug. 2010

Hi Ms. Justine,

Thank you for yesterday – I had a great time!
Wow, you really cranked it up a notch…or five. You definitely had me scared there.

Take care,
C., September 2009

Hi Ms. Justine,

Thanks for the great session – that was so much fun!

I have to give you credit for being extremely intuitive and knowing when to push on and when to ease up. I think I’m beginning to realize you may actually know better what works for me than I do.

The violet wand was really great and you were delightfully sadistic with it. I loved it how unrelenting you were.

Of course, the paddling and caning were pretty awesome, as well. I will admit that after the first session I was wondering whether you could go any harder. Now, I’ve pretty much been set straight and realize you can go a lot harder than I could take. Very cool.

It’s going to be really hard to wait until the next time.

Take care,

C., August 2009

Ms. Justine–

Remember that stern librarian? The one with the dark hair and the serious glasses? The one who would raise an eyebrow and shoot you a nasty look if you talked too loud or brought back your books overdue? Ms. Justine is a lot like her, only way hotter and way more dangerous.

Lying at her feet after an intense couple of hours, I was overcome with a flood of emotions – principally happiness, horniness and limitless adoration. Yeah, Ms. Justine is just that good.

I had so much fun today. I probably could have spent another half-hour talking your ear off, I was sort of bubbling over with good vibrations. Like: when you were gently caressing my cheek with your toes, I swear, it felt as tender and intimate as a kiss. I was kind of shocked, actually – I’ve seen a few dommes since my first at age 25, and I’ve had range of experiences, but that sensation was totally new and completely unexpected.

Let’s definitely do it again soon.

– s. Aug. 2009

Thank you Ms. Justine for the session last Saturday. It was something I was very unsure of attempting, but now that it’s all said and done, I can’t say I have any feeling of regret. I wasn’t able to think clearly at the time when you asked, but I think my favorite part of the session was with the clothes pins, then leading up to the clamps and chains. That was painful, yet exhilarating. Then when you did the rope cbt, looping it around the chain and tied it to the table, then walked away for a minute… that was intense. Thank you again for showing me the darkside Ms. Justine!

– J. May 2009

Thank you so much for the wonderful session today. I just want to tell you that I have never been beaten so hard – it was way past my limits. There is something about you that enabled me to go that far. I am very glad you did it to me because I wanted to find out what it would be like.

I also want to thank you for the fantastic treat you gave me at the end of the session when you put your underarm in my face. I find that part of a woman’s body and that odor to be incredibly sexy! Especially when you are sweaty from beating me!!

Thanks again for the wonderful session. I’ll see you again as soon as my butt recovers. You would be very surprised at how bad the bruises are now. Again, I’m so glad you did it to me.

– S. May 2009

Was really nice to meet you, and I so loved having you stand on my face (hope you enjoyed it as well)! Also loved giving you a foot massage too (hoped you liked that also.)

– S. Footnight May 2009

I love smart and beautiful women and Ms. Justine of LA easily fits that profile. I had enjoyed reading her blog . . . and finally made an appointment to session with her at the location she uses in Hollywood (note, she now only uses a downtown location). Easy to find, easy to park.

Ms. Justine is epitome of professionalism and dominance. She is beautiful, creative, and among the usual vices of D/s that was indulged such as corporal, foot worship (she has delightful feet to worship), light bondage, she introduced me to my first tickle session. I believe she enjoys getting a reaction out of her subs and she certainly got it out of me as I twisted and jerked upon the horse of which I had been cuffed. It was an interesting loss of control as I could only helplessly react to her torment that she administered to me.

If you love smart, beautiful women (and those who wear glasses) who know their stuff, Ms. Justine is just the ticket.

– Originally posted by nakedlunch on Maxfisch

Hi Ms. Justine,

I had a lot of fun meeting and playing with you today and I hope you did as well.
I would definitely like to see you again in the future.

Please let me know if you have any ideas about some new things I could try.

Thank you.

C., March 2009