john assisted in the alteration of the wooden horse to his horror

Mistress Beth — Fri, 18 May 2012 06:59:01 +0000

Here is slave johns account of his time on the wooden pony…… Quite expressive and well worth sharing with you all.

THE NEW DEVICE CALLED “THE HORSE”

i had not been to see Mistress Beth for a few weeks due to a few personal problems at home. So i was very grateful when She allowed me a visit.

i had been told that She maybe busy with others but there were a few small jobs that i could do.

i was indeed put to work while “janie” was put though “her” paces in the dungeon. i did as i worked away hear the hoist being used, little did i know what it was being used for, but i was soon to find out.

When “Janie” left after some two hours plus i was sent for. i could see that Mistress was in one of Her “playful moods” This always puts me in fear.

i was ordered to strip and stand in front of Mistress. A form of electrical device was placed on me in four area’s of my body. i got a full description of what i was about to feel, and i had to confirm that the machine was indeed delivering what it was supposed to to. After the first few jolts i reported that the description was correct. To my dismay this was to be the first of many settings that could be given.

Mistress Beth continued with experimenting, each time telling me what i was going to feel. i was happy to report that the machine was delivering what it was suppose to. After some time of Mistress enjoying my discomfort the electrical device was put to rest.

i was then introduced to “the horse” i was informed that “janie” had been the first to try it, but it wasn’t working to Mistresses satisfaction. So it was time for more experimentation. The horse itself looks an Innocent piece of equipment. it’s just a length of

3″x3″ attached to the hoist. i was instructed to straddle the appliance and once i was in place i was secured. The hoist was raised to a level that i was on tip toe. At this point my feet were whipped from under me leaving my full weight pressing down. i could hear Mistress Beth talking to Herself saying that it wasn’t set right etc. i was lowered much to my relief. Sleight adjustments were made and once again the hoist was raised, and i was swung to and foe. “No its not quite right” i heard Her say. i was untied and allowed to dis-mount. i felt as i had been split into two. The horse was taken down and we went back into dungeon number one, where adjustments were made to the length of the cable which holds the horse to the hoist. Once this had been done i had to straddle it again and hold it in position. It was not to Mistress Beth’s satisfaction, more adjustments were made until She was satisfied with it. Again it was attached to the hoist with myself straggled over it. It was raised to a point that i could hold myself on tip toe but only on one foot. i had to keep swapping feet so that my full weight was not pressing down. Even by doing that i could still feel at least half of my weight pressing me down on the horse. The feeling of helplessness was over powering.

Mistress Beth, raised the hoist again so that my full weight gave to desired effect. Up and down the hoist went to allow Mistress Beth to see the effects that the horse was delivering. After some time She was satisfied with Her efforts, and i was grateful that i was at last released from what is a torturous device.

It never ceases to amaze me even after some fours years plus that i have been in service to Mistress Beth the time and effort that She puts in to come up with new enervation’s. Things as simple as “the egg whisk” [going back in time ] to this new addition in the already well stocked dungeon.

She is a true Dominatrix, so to those who have never visited Her i suggest you “treat yourself” to the delights of Her three rooms, but do be good while you are there as “the horse” will be waiting to put you in your place.

slave john

Predicament bondage ……. how cruel can it be? The spanish horse – pony from hell.

Mistress Beth — Thu, 17 May 2012 06:58:43 +0000

Recently I was gifted a spanish horse for the dungeon. Don’t panic I haven’t changed the dungeon into a stable! Its far worse than that…… the introductionof a suspended spanish horse really is the perfect tool for predicament bondage and WILL be used as punishment for errant boys.

A wooden pony also known as spanish horse……

It works really well simply because The Mistress can stand back and watch as you make the choice between which body parts you wish to suffer… or in what order really! The choice will be your calves or balls. Save your aching calves but feel the edge of the edge of the horse biting into your balls. Stand on your tip toes to save your balls and your calves will shake and ache eventually becoming spasmodic. . Of course yoI could make it far worse by throwing in some CBT by tying the cock down for caning, flogging, vibrations or anything else that comes to mind! Wonder what ball weights would be like ???? Lots of screaming I would imagine!

The blog does help others understand….

Mistress Beth — Wed, 16 May 2012 06:45:24 +0000

I had a letter from an anonymous source recently and although the contents were mainly private I would like to share this part with you.

However the blog has been really helpful for me as I’ve always struggled with feeling ashamed of my sexuality. Just the fact that I’m “not the only one” has been of huge benefit to me. Keeping all this stuff inside was doing me in so to be able to read about someone so obviously caring and fun helping people like me is like the best therapy.

Words like this make me feel that the blogging is indeed reaching out and helping people understand themselves and the fact that they are still worthwhile people.

Cheeky so and so – caught red handed trying to steal back the evidence

Mistress Beth — Wed, 09 May 2012 19:35:09 +0000

I chatted him up in a pub and to ensure that he would succumb to my charms I spiked his drink. This of course made him incredibly uninhibited and up for some fun and games. So on the pretence of a private party I lured him into the dungeon where he was subjected to an array of bondage, nakedness, dancing, kinky fun and games and he practically begged me to take photographs of his newly discovered free and easy character.

Funny how things change over time and the fear of blackmail played in his mind so much that he actually staked out the dungeon and waited for a moment to strike. He thought the place would be completely empty. Everyone had left to enjoy the bank holiday sunshine….. or so he thought……

Memorising the layout of the place he could slip inside and retrieve the hard copies of his shameful photographs which would free him to progress in his chosen career wihout fear of turning up on ‘your face tube’ or the such. The thoughts of being exposed sent shivers down his spine. How could he have been so stupid?

Gulping a shot of neat vodka from his hip flask he pulled his coat collar up around his ears so that the CCTV wouldn’t be able to lay the blame at his door. ‘Its now or never trevor’ he told himself as he found himself breaking into the property before him, flicking off the electricity supply box.

Easier than he thought it would be. Only one lock was being used on the heavy security door even though it was fitted with at least 3 different locks and a digital device…….. He really couldn’t believe that he was inside the deserted premises. Now just grab the photos and leave, as quickly as could be.

He slunk into the room bearing just a torch and headed for the photograph albums on the shelf above the dressing table. He had laughed at pictures of others whilst he was high and unaware of the consequenses he faces posing for erotic photographs. The Mistress ‘Beth’ as she were to be addressed had pointed out the hold she had over all those other chaps as a photgraph is worth a thousand words when push came to shove……

Holding his torch high above his head he scanned through the neatly indexed and dated files…… January, February, March, April…….

”MAY I HELP YOU” bellowed a powerful voice as a dozen or more lights came on with just the click of her fingers.

Turning quickly he realised that The rubber clad, booted Dominatrix with deep purple lips and a cinched in waist stood between him and the exit, remote control in one hand and the portable shock machine in the other hand…….

This was indeed turning into the stuff of nightmares……

janie should be ashamed of her slutty self…. she looks far too good dressed

Mistress Beth — Tue, 08 May 2012 16:58:15 +0000

The old saying is be careful what you wish for and the first time I met janie I wished for a nice relaxed slutty bitch that would come to life within the walls of the dungeon and shine brightly before me.

And that is exactly what I got. She arrives as a stressed out wreck and as I am applying the makeup and pouring her into femme clothing I can feel the stresses leave her. She has a figure that suits well cut tight clothing and slender long legs that cry out for high heels and stockings.

Today I dressed her from head to toe in patent black pvc. Black thigh high boots met the black corset dress as she was instructed to sashay around the room. Long pvc gloves encased her hands and arms. Her makeup was perfect and she would have fitted into any nightclub after the transformation.

Watching her flashing a little stocking I realised that this image of pure vamp before me was a creation of my own hand. Coaxed and teased she had become the ideal slut. Sexy, willing, curvaceous and always up for a challenge.

Of course you have to ask yourself what you can do with a girl in such an outfit? Well its going to be dirty. Its got to be kinky and most of all it WAS great fun!