Preparing for your Mistress

Tonight I will be presenting at the Haven. In celebration of International FemDom Day, I thought it would be a good idea to teach the sissy slaves out there some proper protocol in regards to hygiene and presenting yourself to your Mistress for a play session. Now, you all know every Domme has her own individual preferences, so you should always make sure to address the specific needs of your Mistress, and adhere to Her requests, in addition to My simple suggestions.

Number one, I hate body hair. You can't expect Me to make you look sexy in my sissy clothes while you're covered in a thick layer of back hair for example. Should you arrive hairy, expect to be strapped into the barbers chair for a shave or wax. I myself prefer the Epilady; a painful and thorough hair removal system.

Number two, I hate it when boys forget to douche. I mean seriously. If you want to use that part of your anatomy as a pussy, then its about time you treat it as one. Start by cleaning it out properly, sissies. We are not just talking about odors, or cleaning the outside (although some of you could use some assitance in this department too). I am specifically referring to inside. Yes, thats right. Do an enema. Fast for a meal or two to make sure nothing new will be entering that tunnel. What a great way to ruin a moment... Even with a condom on a toy, it can make a mess, and turn off your Mistress if you dont clean out properly boys. So make sure this is an important step in your preparation for a play session.

~~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.