Whips and Chains

So a few people have asked Me: Why is your site called "House Of Chains," is it a house of many Dommes? My answer: I like seeing men in Chains. They just happen to look better to Me when they're immobilized and chained up like prisoners. I enjoy harnessing their lust for Me. I like watching them squirm... yet being unable to escape. In essence, I just adore Bondage. Mental bondage over dinner can be fun, but nothing compares to strong hard steel shackles, or leather cuffs bound together with thick metal chains, then locked into place. I may be petite, as this adorable picture shows, but I am fierce. Not to be reckoned with. Of course, you may try your luck at the recieving end of My whip, and feel its sting if you so dare. I will be here in the dungeon, waiting for you to fall ever so graciously into My carefully woven web. Come now, slave, don't be frightened....

CORNERTIME: Choke on This!

So it was time to punish My slave. Not for anything extraordinary - just his usual mistakes. Foolish blunders in front of My Dominant female friends. Forgetting to kneel and kiss My boots when he entered the room. And, least not forget his worst sin of all this week - forgetting to handwash his manties (mans panties: in fact an old pair of Mine that he now wears to keep Me in his thoughts always) instead wearing his usual boxer briefs under his clothes on a trip to meet at My Dungeon. So I ordered him to strip before Me, and started telling him of his faults, and the eminant punishment which was to come. I teased him coyly with My latex gloved fingers until I had him in a state of complete arousal... then proceeded to fasten him securely into My antique barber's chair for a little electric interrogation. How dare he disobey Me like that! Only a complete fool would attempt such mockery. To think for a second that his oversights would go unnoticed. So he sat there trembling, drool spilling out of his pantie-gagged mouth, making him look even more ridiculous. I scorned him first for his lack of respect - he knows the proper way to greet and address his Mistress. After all, had I not taught him to do it properly?!! So why were W/we here - back at square one? Why had he been so preoccupied with dropping his own belongings to the floor that he made this careless oversight. I am a Goddess and I should be treated as such with an immediate symbol of his submission as soon as he enters My private space and he finds himself lucky enough to be in My presence. The electric humbler proved to be an excellent way to remind him of his proper positioning - on his knees. "Zappp!": he couldn't help but fall to the floor, legs bent, screaming through his tightly gagged mouth for Me to let up on the electricity just long enough that he may catch his breath. Then "Zappp" again. Silly fool. Stay on your knees for all I care. That should teach you where your place is bitch boy! I unfastened the gag in his mouth, so he could spit out the saliva drenched panties. I inspected them to make sure they were now properly clean, and then ordered him to step into them. I turned him around and made him bend over the chair this time, to properly discipline him with My leather strap, while he stood with the panties around his ankles. I beat some sense into him... then had him draw My bath. Finally, some relaxation after My slave started acting appropriately. I hope his sore bottom reminds him of his duties and he heads My words next time. (if he knows whats good for him!)

I (heart) FetLife

If you submissives out there have not yet joined this online community, well then I highly recommend it. Even if you have already had your fair share of useless experiences on the competitive sites such as CollarMe or Alt... well, trust Me, this one is different. It may even help you to understand your own fetish interests better, or discover new things that arouse you which you were previously unaware of... intrigued yet? Plus, its a great way to see whats going on in your area and what other kinksters are up to. Always wanted to check out a fetish play party... now you will be able to find one! And becomming a member of the online Fetlife community will allow you to connect with others who share the same curiosities, who knows, maybe you can explore your kinks together? So here's the link: www.Fetlife.com now be a good slut and go join!

~~Scratching Post~~

Purrrrrrr.... I have been feeling rather cat-like lately. And so I have been turning My slaves into human scratching posts! After all, their flesh is Mine to decide what to do with, isnt it! It seems this is rarely requested as a fetish, maybe because scratching teters as a Vanilla interest? Yet, each time I run My carefully manicured nails across some unsuspecting victims' back they seem to coo with delight. The boy can feel the sharpness of My deep red nails, even through the thick latex gloves that adorn My delicate hands. Without warning, he starts to let out little grunts and sighs, as if his fear that I may draw blood is boiling to the surface and the tiny little hairs that run along his skin become as alert as the throbbing meat he hopes is next! Of course, why be predictable. I'd much rather surprise the blindfolded fool with a quick flick from My riding crop then let his mind try to top from the bottom. After all, he has no idea that once he submits to Me and enters My House of Chains, he has let go of his sense of privacy and his thoughts also become reachable - I can read his every desire, and catch him if he starts to wander, thinking of what may cum next... certainly not that useless peice of meat, that can be assured! Not until I've had My fill of making you writhe and squirm on My table, My little captured pet.

CORNERTIME - Pain Slut Caning

This was a valuable lesson to be learned by My slave. he was told that his behavior needed modification, and I wanted the lesson to sink in. So I applied the magic marker to his flesh, and wrote these words: P-A-I-N across inside of left arm and S-L-U-T across inside of his right arm. Then I picked up My cane. I made him kneel before Me with his arms out to the side, palms to the sky, to be judged before those above. I told him to spell the words slowly, giving Me just one letter at a time. With each letter, he received a stroke of My cane down on the palm of his hand, alternating left then right. Each letter also represented another word, which I said loudly, as I struck down on him. Each word a quality that he should break himself of:

P- Presumptuous!
A- Arrogant!
I- Insolent!
N- Nasty!

S- Scornful!
L- Lethargic!
U- Useless!
T- Troublesome!

I then had him rise to his feet, which were bound in leather restraints and chained together, and instructed him to bend over the steel pole and brace himself for the second half of his punishment. I repeated these words as I caned his bare ass repeatedly, making sure that each stroke of My cane also coincided with My reciting a single word from his punishment rhyme. I wanted to be certain these words would sink in. I wanted to break him of these habits, even before the attributes became apparent in his behavior. A good preventative beating, I call it. To be clear that these faults would not be tolerated from him in My presence, under My guidance. That he shall associate these words and traits with My stern discipline, and any time he notices himself leaning towards one of these behaviors, the sting of My cane would enter his conscious memory and pull him upright out of his mistaken path before wronging others with his carelessness.

Very effective lesson... Try it.

The Deanna Doll

Big News! While I was in Las Vegas this past month for the AVN Convention and The Ultimate Afterparty hosted by NYC Fetish Tribe, I had the opportunity of meeting with Lovable Dolls, the owner of a San Diego based company that produces life sized silicone versions of your favorite human boy or girl. When I was first introduced to the couple by Scott Kimball, he said these dolls are ALMOST as perfect as you. I noticed that all of the lovable dolls had a nice, ready to please, expression on their faces - and right away I knew what they were missing: A Bitchey Dominatrix Doll. So we're ironing out the wrinkles and taking measurements... I will fly out to LA in a few weeks to be casted and then - Ta-Da! You will be able to order your own life-sized version of Me, to take in the bath, dress up in leather, or hover over you while you kiss My silicone feet! I've puit in a request for a sound box to play a few recorded lines: "Kiss My Ass, bitch boy!... Who said you could touch Me there? ...Get over My knee... you've been a Bad Boy! ... FOCUS, you moron. Must I do everything Myself. For the last time... Lick My boots, loser!"

I plan to launch a separate website for The Doll, so there will be updates on Her whereabouts and Deanna Doll sightings I'm sure. She could end up being a little Diva Jet Setter like Myself. Stay tuned, boys...

Astro-Valentines Wishes!

So many of you may already know my girl Lilith Astaroth. For those of you who don't, she is a vastly talented performer and artist, who sidelines as a Fetish Model and has been known to kick submissive asses across the country. Currently she is on a roadtrip on the west coast, starting in the star-studded city of Las Vegas, Nevada. There she will be working with a few other Dommes to turn the Vilified One into her full time web bitch. Attached is a glimpse, don't you want to volunteer up your own heart now for this little angel to break it? I know you do... For more info on this charming vixen, you may visit her website here.

Trials & Tribulations

Since early October I have been working closely with My submissive, who I refer to as webtool. As a person I find him quite stimulating, as a slave I find him to be loyal, and always willing to stretch himself thinner to accommodate Me. The countless of hours he has spent fine-tuning My website to offer you the most up-to-the-minute accuracy of My whereabouts has been truly a sign of his unwavering devotion for Me. Though I reward him occasionally, usually he is the unlucky receiver of punishment at the end of one of My newsest toys, so he takes a fair amount of misdirected wraps and otherwise unplanned hits to his backside while I'm still breaking in new whips, learning their falls, and how far I should stand from My target - and so on and so forth. he is a fine sport about this. I fear how well he will hold up as the rest of a batch of Victor Tella's start to arrive, one by one, after being handcrafted to bite and sting the skin. Snake Whip has arrived - up next: Galley Whip, Viper Quirt, and 4ft Bull Whip. I have decided to start a little blog (here it is!) which tells of his punishments and records his healing and any changes in his demeanor as an after effect of this training. I shall call this task: CORNERTIME. Check back weekly to read of and witness pictures of the manipulation and torture of My webtool.