Head Mistress Porsche Lynn’s

Den Of Indomitus ™

Arizona’s Premiere, Fully Equipped, Female Owned and Operated Dungeon

Welcome to the Den of Indomitus, I am the Head Mistress, Porsche Lynn.

Welcome to our new website. We have given the site a fresh new look. We have added a few new things like a Blog and kept some of the old things like the Mistress Galleries and the Submissive Board. It was my desire to refresh the site but maintain a user friendly status. Hope we hit the target!

I have been a Domina for over 18 years and the Head Mistress of DOI for over 8 years.

I had a 10 year illustrious, award winning career in Adult Films/Videos/DVD. Within that time I starred in many Fetish and B/D/S/M movies. When I discovered that b/d/s/m not only excited me but also intrigued me immensely, I set out on a journey of exploration into another aspect of my sexual expression. I received training from as many people as possible, in the United Sates as well as Europe. My training process lasted for about 6 years before I started doing professional sessions and I feel that I am still learning today, after 20 years.
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Latex Sex, Part 1 of 3

March 5th, 2014 | posted in Porsche's Blog

 

I walked into the room, and there he was: my Adonis, my Knight in rubber, black latex shorts with a royal blue latex tank top that exposed some of the most succulent parts of his chest and body, and those screaming-hot black boots that I longed to kiss. My Master “D” was lying on the bondage table in complete beauty. I was tempted to place a kiss upon his lips to awaken him, but he sat up on his own. I stood before him dressed in shiny black latex skirt, top and corset with the tall, shiny black boots that my Master had requested me to wear. I had pulled my hair up in a very high ponytail, sort of “I Dream of Jeannie” style. I am always intent on wearing something my Master has not seen me in, even doing something different with my hair, to make certain my Master never tires of me or gets bored by the same entrée.

 

My Master’s reaction met my desired outcome. He stood looking at me, soaking me in, his cock swelling under the latex. “I just want to look at you,” he said. I smiled, loving his attention. I offered to shine up his latex, placing a pair of latex gloves on my hands to rub the Black Beauty in his latex. As I rubbed the latex shiner on, I was able to completely take every inch of him into my visual. D stands very tall, 6-foot and then some; his body is rock-hard muscle – black, beautiful, and built like a brick house.

 

As my hands caressed the latex covering his body, I felt my pussy tingling, moistening with every stroke of my hand. My breathe was starting to quicken as I fought back the urge to throw him down on the floor and fuck his brains out. I knew that would come in good time, for D always fucked me ‘til I begged for mercy or until I screamed my safeword in a pool of wetness. My maturity allowed me to hold the space, for good things would most certainly come, as long as my Master was in the room. D gently pushed me over the bondage table a position that I was most familiar with. He immediately lifted my latex skirt over my ass cheeks, running his latex covered hands over my ass. I allowed myself to be still, taking in the feeling of him finally touching me.

 

D smacked my ass hard, which sent a shot through my body. It was almost unexpected. Maybe I was allowing myself to be lulled into his sweetness. He continued to smack my ass cheeks one at a time, over and over, as I yelped, moaned, groaned and screamed. The latex gloves that he was wearing provided a special sting with each smack of his hand. It felt like being on a rollercoaster ride, where the energy would bring me up with searing pain and back down with a lesser form. I could see him, as well as myself, in the mirror spanking me: We looked like something out of Skin Two Magazine. Totally hotttt. I love watching him spank me, whip me, fuck me. It puts a visual to what I am feeling.

 

My Master slid his hands between my legs up to my moist mound, covered in a black thong, feeling the wetness of the orgasm I had while he had spanked me. He turned me around to face him, kissing me deeply, passionately, as if to say how aroused he was by the fact that I had orgasmed from him spanking me. I liked knowing that I aroused him from just reacting naturally to his touch, whether to the touch of his whip or the tip of his cock. I kissed him back as deeply and passionately, meeting his energy head on. I wanted him more than ever, even though it was our 5th or 6th time together; my desire grew every time I was in his presence.

 

His hand slid down between my legs again moving the thong to one side and fingering my wet pussy, as his tongue went deeply into my parted lips. I moaned into his mouth, feeling my legs starting to shake as he quickly brought me to another orgasm. D pushed me back onto the table on my back with my legs spread wide open. As he bent his knees, his mouth engulfed my pussy; his tongue licked between my pussy lips, like he knew each fold, each crevice, gently sucking on my clit.

 
To be continued.
 
Never yours,
 
HM Porsche Lynn
 


Pony Play at the Alwun House

February 24th, 2014 | posted in Off the Rack: Latest News

 

It was an honor to be part of Alwun House’s 30th Annual Phantasmagorical Spectacular Exotic Art Show. Performances of all kinds took the stage that night: ocular-pleasing burlesque dancers, erotic poetry readings, ritualistic fire & passion tribal dance, climactic flesh suspension, and my favorite performance that night — our very own Pony Show.

 

The place was already packed when we arrived early in the evening, and to move through the crowd in 6″ heels and pony in tow took some extra finesse. First stop: Head back stage and prepare our space and our ponies. Next we all headed out into the crowd to mingle and to show off our ponies. Our two ponies drew quite a bit of attention, but what else would you expect when one of those ponies was played by our very own Mistress Jordan? She made the prettiest pony ever and played the part perfectly. Pony Pete made quite a handsome male pony, and he made the cutest pony noises that I’ve ever heard. Of course, we all spent a good portion of the evening posing for pictures.

 

Our performance was scheduled for later in the evening, so there was plenty of time to prepare, rehearse, and chat with the very friendly audience. *wink* By the time we finally got onto the stage, we were all pretty confident that the whole performance was going to be amazing.

 

Mistress Madeline was first to grace the stage and did an excellent job introducing us to the audience, considering a mic mishap. Mistress Madeline and Mistress Kate were the “pony trainers.” They took their positions at opposite sides of the stage and waited for the ponies to be brought out by Mistress Ivy who was the “pony handler.” She led the ponies out onto the stage and delivered each to their appropriate trainer. Mistress Madeline was to train Pony Jordan, and Mistress Kate was to train Pony Pete.

 

It was off to a great start. First, the ponies were inspected, the hoofs, the mane, the ears, and of course, the harness and bits. Everything was in great shape. Next the ponies were brushed down. Now let the training begin! Mistress Madeline and Mistress Kate then led the ponies into a slow walk as they crossed the stage and traded places. That led into a trot and then a gallop. By the time those ponies got to a full gallop, both trainers and ponies were doing a figure eight pattern back and forth across the stage.

 

That’s when Pony Pete got a little wild and freed himself from his trainer. He then tried to mount Pony Jordan, which frightened her. It took both Mistress Kate and Mistress Ivy to take back control of Pony Pete and to punish him with our crops. Mistress Madeline did a fine job of calming down Pony Jordan. At this point, we got our cue — a pony’s whinny playing on the audio — and took our bow.

 

Thanks to all who attended and supported the DOIAZ performance on St. Valentine’s Day 2014 at the Alwun House.

 
Tender torments,
 
Madame Lenore
 


Tales from the Den

January 27th, 2014 | posted in Tales from the Den

 

Hello and welcome to the Den of Indomitus. I’m Madame Lenore, and from time to time, I will be sharing delectable stories from real sessions with the Den’s Mistresses. Sit back and vicariously envelop yourself in each true occurrence of delightfully wicked experiences brought about by our lovely and devious Mistresses.

 
Tender torments,
 
Madame Lenore