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A Coffee Shop Revelation: Dancing With My Shadow
On the 29th of June, I found myself sitting in a cosy coffee shop, sunlight spilling through the window, a delicious book in my hands. As I sipped my coffee and turned the pages, a single line stopped me in my tracks. Something in what I read sparked an aha moment so...
Dancing With My Shadow — A Note From Madam Storm
Dancing With My Shadow — A Note From Madam Storm I’ve been doing the work, ladies. I’ve been sitting with my shadow self. As a therapist, coach, and trainer, I’m always searching for research, techniques, and tools to help me better understand myself—and my shadow....
Mistress Training & The Shadow Self: How Power Heals
There was a time I tried to run from her. The part of me that wanted more. The woman who didn’t want to be soft, agreeable, or digestible. The one who lit cigarettes with calm precision while a man knelt silently at her feet. The one who loved control. The one who...
Erotic Capital: Unlocking the Power Within by Miss Erica Storm
In today’s world, success isn’t solely about hard work, connections, or luck. There’s another element that plays a crucial role in building influence and personal power: Erotic Capital. Sociologist Catherine Hakim coined this...
Hello Mistresses Written by Madam Storm
I believe you can tell a lot from a woman’s choice of shoe—each heel representing her unique personality, style and attitude. My love of heels has become both a kink and fetish of mine. I feel powerful and sexy when I strut in my six-inch heels; flashbacks of my lover...
Surrender Written by Madam Storm
I placed my hand on my heart and gave myself permission to be FREE! Overwhelmed with emotion as each breath got deeper and deeper, I repeated to myself I permit myself to be free, I give myself permission to be free, with each breath, I felt lighter and lighter as if...
Erotic Capital Written by Madam Storm
He opened the door, there I stood in my 6 inch heels, leather dress that hugged my waist and showed my curves. He was captivated, speechless at the vision of a strong black woman, my face alluring my eyes captivating. “I’m Madam Storm” I said as I strutted through...
Mark Me! Written by Madam Storm
In this moment I want to feel owned, mark your territory, the pleasure I feel the next day looking in the mirror with flashbacks of his deep strokes, my hands firmly pressed against his back, he tells me not to move a feeling I have never experienced before, total...
Dear Pussy by Madam Storm
Between my thighs is the portal of all creativity, my feminine divine power. I write this as a form of a love letter to my pussy, whilst listening to Nina Simone “I’m feeling good” incense burning, lights are dimmed, dressed in a black lace bodysuit, accompanied by a...
