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Sunday, July 8. 2012
This time I've chosen to punish my slave's smart-assedness with clothespins. Specifically, one clothespin for each penalty point applied to his tender flesh and violently ripped off. The best part? My big ass in blue jeans sitting on his face while I did it. *evilgrin*
He's such a big wuss it only took 30 clothespins before tia was begging for mercy. (Did I mention he had 130 points racked up?) And I was merciful indeed - I switched from clothespins to his favorite black slapper. (By favorite of course I mean most-hated.) My poor slave cried and thrashed around underneath me, but I kept his head firmly pinned between my thick thighs until I was quite finished.
Of course, Tia's racked up at least a hundred more penalty points since this video was recorded. I've promised him that NEXT time his "punishment" will be one complete stroke - all the way in and all the way out - with my largest strap-on. I suspect he's trying to collect as many marks as he can this time.
And I am seriously thinking of investing in a bigger dildo.
Saturday, June 9. 2012
Aren’t you so pleased I removed your Macho facade pet …
We now have the real you …
One who is a Sweetie … One who does as he is told …
Now tell me just how much you like your world controlled by me …
Ohhh last night saw my own wonderful Mistress taking my own 'macho facade' away from me, dressing me in a pink corset, garters, fishnet stockings, silk gloves and high heels.
This was not done for my pleasure, Mistress told me. And in fact had me masturbate rather early in the proceedings '..just to get it out of the way', before an evening or worshiping her feet in sexy high heels and getting intensely spanked, to punish me for straying from my path as her slave and to remind me who is, in fact in control here.
Its Her. Its most definitely Her. I felt just like the illustration above, helpless in his Mistress's arms, all manly pretense taken away. My true self revealed as her obedient sissy slave.
Thank you Mistress. Thank you for loving me, thank you for keeping me, thank you for putting me back in my rightful place at your feet.
And thank you for staying by my side during these rough times. I love you so.
Thursday, October 13. 2011
We arrived late morning, and I carried what seemed to me to be an unending collection of heavy bags into the lovely home/bed & breakfast that was hosting the party. Most of which we didn't end up even using--Mistress had been intending on doing some video with me there, but we ending up not doing any after all.
Once we had settled and had lunch Mistress had me change into the new bikini she bought for me...a mint-green bottom, a little white top that she filled out with some false breast forms, and that was my 'uniform' for most of the day. I knelt at her feet, and Mistress attached my collar around my neck, then tied a rope through it to use as a leash and led me around behind her. It was definitely clear to all that I was property: moreover, I was HER property, and ohhhh it felt so good.
(*blushes*) I had not been around anyone else other than Mistress in the bikini before, and got a few complements (much to my embarrassment) and a grope or two (!). I felt the Florida sun warm my body and wondered if it would leave any interesting tan lines on my body...felt so sexy, all shaved smooth and exposed to all to see or touch or use.
Before we got in the pool Mistress decided she wanted to 'warm me up first' and had me go fetch the Bag Of Hitty Slappy Stingy Ouchie Things. She then tied the end of my rope leash onto the deck railing and had me lean forward, presenting her with my ass.
Bear in mind this is outside.
In the city.
In the middle of the workweek.
And while this was a private party and there were large privacy fences and trees and such to keep from being seen, well, sound travels, doesn't it? And on the other side of those trees right in front of me was a gas station full of cars coming in and out.
As Mistress hit me with the flogger, the paddle, the slapper and god knows what else as I helplessly stood there, it was all I could do to keep from crying out too loudly. I'm pretty sure the sound of floggers and paddles hitting flesh, followed by cries and yelps and grunts cannot be mistaken for anything else.
After a little while of that Mistress untied the leash and took me into the pool. Freezing at first, we soon got used to it and I got to enjoy the wonderful feeling of having my smooth body rubbing against hers. Mmmm....lovely day..
We were in there quite a while, I think, getting more and more excited by the minute as Mistress played with her toy bikini girl, whispering in my ear that I was her sissy girlfriend and toy and bitch and slave... All of this made me ache for it more and more, and she knew it...played me like a violin until I'm begging to be fucked.
This Mistress was more than happy to do, and she led me back into the bunkhouse, there to bend over a medical table and be fucked by her large purple dildo. Ohhh...the past few months she has taken my anal training up several notches, I'm now aching for it, longing for it, rejoicing in the delicious feeling of surrender to it. In the back of my mind I know we have an audience of fellow party-goers (one of them even tweeted about it) but I'm too far gone into 'slut' mode now to care, I just want Mistress to fuck me! I even find myself even more excited by the onlookers in a strange way, by their witnessing what a craven wanton sissy whore Mistress has reduced me to..
And oh my god Mistress is cumming from fucking me, the strap-on dildo rubbing her in just the right way as she feels my body shudder and surrender to her...ohhhh...so beautiful...so humbling to know that I can be used for her pleasure in total whore-ish fashion, this totally emasculating way. I am nothing more than a sissy toy to be used for her pleasure, and...ohhh....she's not done yet!
She pulls out and has me crawl up and onto the medical table, and put my feet in the stirrups, slide my ass to the end of the table so she can take me for a round two on my back, my cockette between us completely unused and forgotten about and it feels so good to be pounded by my Mistress, mmmm oh yes please take my ass, take it rough, I want to feel totally helpless under you I want to feel like I'm being raped and ohhhh if you reach out your hands and hold me by the throat I think I'm going to explod....oh my god, is she cumming again???
And yes, she did...so beautiful...her smile so triumphant. I love her so.
Phew. Wow. So...*coughs*, needless to say it was about time for a break after that so we went out to a lovely dinner of steak and 2-for-1 happy hour drinks. Kind of extravagant for us and we'll probably regret the expense later but when you're on a 'total hedonism' kick the only thing really to do is take the ride. "Buy the ticket, take the ride" as the good Doctor would say.
We get back at the bunkhouse for the evening half of the daylong party...my evening dress was just the simple baby-blue tshirt Mistress had me in out in the vanilla world, my ruffly white panties with the multicolored hearts, high heels, and knee high rainbow socks.
'Dignity' apparently wasn't in my Mistress's mind when she chose this outfit for me but as I had been behaving like a wanton slut most of the day such concerns seemed to be well behind me now, I felt.
I was just lying on a bunk next to Mistress while she chatted with a friend of hers who had shown up, just kind of relaxing and blissing on the day and totally unprepared for it when Mistress--in the middle of the conversation with her friend, mind you--just ups and volunteers my services as a suckslut to an older gentleman who had I believe just come in the door.
Oh my god. (I say that a lot, don't I?)
Shyly, I crawl down to the floor to obey and start reluctantly kissing and licking this cock at her orders. I found it...difficult to get into, as it was a bit of a 'cold start' for me and it was an older gentleman, to boot. But as Mistress held my hair and guided my head back and forth on the cock I melted more into the submission of it.
This went on a little while...kneeling by the side of a bunkbed, the back of my head against a post so I really couldn't move my head much, helplessly sucking a stranger while Mistress alternately instructed me and continued her conversation with her friend at the same time.
The door opens and a new guest arrives, a younger man, my age or not much different, kind of hunky in tight jeans and wtf is Mistress doing to my mind that I can describe another man as 'hunky'???
Mistress gives him a warm welcome, finds out that this is HunkyGuy's first party, and offers him use of me....*moans*. The older gent takes his cock out of my mouth and moments later I'm sucking on another one, a younger one, a much more excited one...ohhhhh...
I'm on all fours now in front of him and his hands go down on my head and in my hair and ohhhh...he's stroking my hair, affectionately, I can feel his excitement in my mouth and I can tell that HunkyGuy is really into this...maybe even into me. Maybe. Just a little. And ohhh what that does to me, in my head, in my body as waves of sissy pleasure in the surrender course through me.
Mistress takes this opportunity to go off with her friend for a talk outside and leaves me alone with this stranger and I don't mind a bit, it even increases the amount of subspace I'm feeling....I'm feeling so..feminine. I feel my body responding to his hands stroking my hair, caressing my shoulders, it makes me want to please him, to please this gentle man being so affectionate with me, I forget all shyness and hesitation and eagerly suck and lick his cock and to my erotic horror (for lack of a better description of the feeling) I find myself aching to have those hands touch me all over...
But they don't...and after a little while he softly tells me that that's enough, that I had done very well... He strokes my hair a bit and then leaves the bunkhouse to rejoin the party. I shake a bit from sheer frustration and amazement at myself because I felt myself ache for more and more...this soft spoken man had triggered my slut side and it took some time curled up on the floor to recover..
I leave the bunkhouse and come across Mistress, who is pleased by Hunkyguy's verdict that I had done 'very well', and leading me by my rope leash takes me back into the bunkhouse for her turn.
This time she has me crawl up and in a hanging leather swing--I've never been in one of these before--and she cuffs my ankles to the hanging chains. She relubes me and takes me again with her strapon...and again we have watchers, two guests even following her in on purpose to see what she was going to do with me!
And ohh...*blush* there's a mirror on the ceiling above me. I can see myself get taken and fucked, helplessly in the leather swing and ohhhhh...*laughs* Ohhh Mistress, we should have filmed this one! soft smile
After a little while, this time I'm allowed to cum, she has me stroke myself as she's fucking me and after the highly erotic events of the day it doesn't take long before I'm shooting all over myself and on my stomach. Mistress being Mistress, she feeds a bit to me and I can only obey...
And...*coughs*. So. That was my Wednesday. How was yours? *dazed look*
Saturday, August 20. 2011
She gets some kind of evil implement in hand! ;p
I'm not a painslut, by the way. I don't seek it out nor do I beg Mistress to inflict it.
But you know, that really doesn't matter. I'm here to please HER, and if it pleases her to make me jump and yelp with pain, or if I've done something she wants to punish me for, or, if I've just been a smartass than so be it. I *want* her to do it then.
Because I am her slave. And oh is it wonderful to just say those sweet words..
Monday, June 13. 2011
The tale involves a man (Severin) who dreams of becoming the slave of the woman he loves (Wanda), and what happens when they agree to make his dream a reality. I won't give away the plot, but much of the fascination of reading it was seeing just how many of the themes and ideas that run through modern femdom fantasies were present back then. (This book was first published 140 years ago!) There's bondage, physical punishments, humiliation, domestic servitude, cuckolding and object fetishes. Even the language is familiar; he speaks eloquently of cruel and strict Mistresses dominating adoring slaves.
There's also a very interesting thread of period morality running through it, preaching against sexism as it was understood in those days.
The novella is quite short, and for anyone with an interest in male submission/female domination I think well worth a read.
Friday, February 11. 2011
A-ny-way, for this reason we celebrate tia's birthday and valentines day and this collaring-anniversary as sort of a conglomerate holiday. And part of the festivities this year included a very special event indeed: I pierced tia's ears.
It's special because it is the first permanent physical alteration I've made as part of tia's feminization journey. It's special because needles and piercings were a really firm, if not quite hard, limit when we met. Him reaching the point of willingly, happily (in that reluctant, foot-dragging, smart-assed subby way) submitting to My will in this has deep meaning. This is the sort of event that will feel incredibly significant now, as it happens, but which will actually grow in importance as time passes. It's a profound marker in our relationship as Mistress and slave.
So, naturally, I had to make a porn video out of it. *waggles-eyebrows*
This is, of course, the promotional teaser version of the video. To see the whole thing you'll need to buy it from our new website The Silken Trap And dude, you totally SHOULD you know. Cause that IS the very best way of showing your appreciation, and you get to cum buckets at the same time. It's a win-win situation! ;-D
Sunday, November 14. 2010
I just finished having my way with tia, and I don't want to write the whole thing out properly because that would be too much like work. But oh, it was hot...porn movie hot, and there are some details that I just don't want to forget...
I started off today by dressing him in cuffs, collar, and a pretty pink satin nightie that he looks absolutely adorable in. The way the skirt of it flirts with the top of his thighs in the back, coyly hinting at showing his cute pantied ass, I just adore. I teased him a bit about how excited he was getting by it; his little cockette soo hard, drooling a big wet spot all over his nightie. One shoulder strap fell down and he looked like such a disheveled slut I tugged it further to expose his nipple. And then sucked and bit his nipple. And then put a clothespin on it. And then the picture was perfect.
I affixed the leash to his collar and led him to the playroom, grabbing his everyday boy belt along the way. Once there I chained him to the wall, pulled his panties down to his ankles, and beat him with his own belt. His ass & back got so red, so fiery hot! I beat him and beat him and beat him, teasing him about how badly he wanted it, how his cock stayed hard, how eagerly he licked his own pre-cum off my fingers and sucked on them when I held them to his face. Beat him and beat him then left him there, red-assed, chained to the wall, cockette twitching and drooling, and sat down on the couch behind him and jilled off. It was a fantastic orgasm.
I let him down after I was finished, let him go take a shower, then we went shopping. I ordered him to wear his collar while we were out but graciously allowed it to be wrapped around his wrist instead of his neck. While we shopped I continued to bring his attention to it; tugging at it, tightening it and using it to lead him around. His responding whimpers let me know that he was VERY aware of its presence and meaning.
We made several stops including at Home Depot, where I bought some lengths of chain. (When the lady asked me what it was for I replied "home decor" without missing a beat...or giggling!) Later, back at home, I had him go put the nightie on again and bring me the cuffs and chains. I arranged the chains so that his hands and feet were all fastened together, and all attached to a longer length of chain that ran from his collar to his knees.
After I got him chained up I made him walk around a bit. I LOVED the sound of all that chain clinking, it made me amazingly horny! So I grabbed the chain and pulled him toward me; he melted into my ravishing kiss.
I told him to go tweet, tell the world he was at that moment a chained sissy, and that I would join him soon. Then I fetched a black leather strap and pair of scissors. Back in the bedroom I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I sat on his groin, feeling his cockette throbbing beneath me, as I beat his chest & nipples with the strap and continued playing with the chains. When I was good and ready I crawled down and used the scissors to cut a big hole in his panties, releasing that stiff cockette. Then I put a condom on him and climbed on.
I kept beating him while I rode him to another fine orgasm. Then I rode him some more, until I could tell he was about to cum, and ordered him to beg me for his release. He said "please, please my Goddess" with such sincerity. I could tell he was powerfully transported; he doesn't usually address me as "Goddess".
My response? I promptly climbed off his groin and moved to sit on his face instead, mwahahahahaha!
I rode his worshipful tongue to another nice orgasm, then stood on the bed. Looming over him, I asked him if he felt owned, if he felt used? If he felt like a slave, like PROPERTY? He answered "yes Mistress", and I said GOOD, because he WAS. MY property.
Then I climbed back down and sat on his cockette agin. Telling him all the while how he belonged to me, how his panties belonged to me (he was so distressed at me cutting them!), how his every perverted thought belonged to me, how every longing of his dark heart belonged to me, how the orgasm he was about to have belonged to me and how I wanted him to have it right NOW.
And he did. (And I did again too.) And it was very, very good.