Caned Hard

Seems to Me the only way to really make a lesson sink in is to give a slave a good old fashioned dose of Corporal Punishment. A strong hard caning for example, not only leaves a lasting visual memory, but the rhythmic nature of the application of the cane to the skin seems to be one more thing that beats- the- message- into- their-shallow-minded-brains. A good slave knows that this punishment will also leave a glow upon his Mistress, and the aftermath of a hard caning punishment can be pure bliss. The slave gets deeper into subspace, and his Mistress gets to bath in Her afterglowing Dommespace. Now if She so chooses to engage in a bit of Tease & Denial, you know damn well it will be hot and steamy, since you've acted as a catalyst to get Her into a most sexy mood. Afterall, you were so devoted that you offered up your flesh to be beaten to a raw and tender swollen mess. How could She not simply adore you for this? What loyalty, what sacrifice. Surely, a reward is in order. Will it cum from Her magic wand.... or maybe from an electrifying butt plug? Be brave, My pet, present your offering and find out.

Human Ashtray

I decided to share a session story with you readers. This is the story of Ashtray Ray. He has since moved out of the country to serve an Indian Mistress in a 24/7 capacity. However, before ray moved, he decided, wisely if I may add, that he should have one last encounter with a beautiful Mistress before devoting himself to another for the remainder of his time. Similar to a last hurray off in Vegas, if you would. So ashtray ray contacted Me, and W/we starting discussing his interests and planning a session series to send him off on his way in his most submissive mindset. The first meeting would be for two hours, with just U/us alone. I instructed him to remove all of his body hair and clean inside and out thoroughly before arriving to My dungeon. As he has a fetish for leather, I dressed in chaps and a leather bustier, with tall thigh high leather boots under the chaps and long elbow length leather gloves. When he arrived, I ordered him to strip before Me, and then I dressed him in a pair of leather trousers, so he could feel the leather against his own skin as well. I tied up his cock and balls with a long piece of leather cord, making them more sensitive to the touch and keeping his equipment at full attention. He was in for it today. I planned to test his endurance and loyalty with an interrogation style session, incorporating electric torture and lots of CBT. In addition, I planned to humiliate him thoroughly by making him serve as My ashtray. I brought out the leather sleep sack which he loaned Me for the play session, and ordered him to get inside. I had him wrapped in the sack, laying across My bondage table. I closed the zipper and proceeded to tie up the cords, making the sleep sack even tighter. I then fastened some chains to each ring, pulling the straps tightly down across his encased body, limiting his movement even further. As he heard the locks click closed, he knew there was no turning back. Fear had likely set in, as I saw him trying to squirm his legs around unsuccessfully in the bottom of his Mistress-made leather cocoon. I laughed sadistically and told him to lay still. There is no turning back now, slave. you are mine, to do with as I please. I lit up a cigarette and enjoyed it momentarily before I ran the hot cherry across his wet tongue. It sizzled slightly as it marked his flesh with some burnt ash. I laughed again. "Foolish slave, you thought this was going to be easy, didn't you?" Not a chance. I wheeled over My tens unit and turned it on. The electricity started to run lively through the machine, and slave ray could hear the whirring sounds coming out in a rhythmic pattern. I unzipped the sack near his cock and balls and pulled out his erection so I could attach the Rimba cock sheath. Then I added juice to the machine, and ray jumped. I turned it up higher and he let out a little shocked cry. So, over to My chest of bondage devices I went, coming back with a nice big ball gag to shove between his lips and ensure no future sounds escaped. "Open your mouth", I ordered. I ashed My cigarette into his open receptacle and then stuffed the ball-gag in and strapped it in place. "This should shut you up, bitch." (To be continued... off to session now.)

Proper Etiquette

Of all the submissives I've had the opportunity to play with, My most memorable sessions have been with those slaves who above all else project a true sense of respect for Me and what it is that I do. Those slaves who have had their share of kinky experiences, so therefore know that the formula for a great session is derived from a combination of their willingness to submit to their Mistress and their openness to give up control and trust in Her ability to creatively direct a powerful scene. Doing so enables a mutually satisfying D/s encounter, and can build towards an ongoing relationship based on trust and power exchange; one that feels genuine. This is not the case when a submissive attempts to request a scripted scenario to complete his own fantasy. The chance of his dream being realized is decreased by the natural lackluster the Domme feels, due to this slaves inability to relinguish control and unwillingness to trust his Mistress to guide him with Her instincts. Of course, negotiations are imperative. How else will I be able to get you into subspace until I learn what kinks push your buttons. Every submissive is unique. In this context, offering feedback and providing clues to express your areas of intrigue can be quite useful.