Jan 302011
 

It is a tool of My trade that brings so much joy and pleasure into sessions for Me.  To the person on the receiving end it offers either fear or delight.

With any tool, skill is needed to use it to its full potential, a bad workman (or Mistress) blames her tools…… yes thats true but the look of horror on a subs face when he thinks that I have no idea how it works and Am just actually testing it on him is priceless.

The violet wand has many attachments and the pressure of the glass bulb can be increased or decreased in level with the play of the day. Of course the history of the wand allowed for many many adapters to be created – one for every body part – and the use of the assesories can be varied and used in different ways to enhance sensations.

Soft sensual massage is possible but in a moment this can change to absolute agony setting your nerves on edge.

The sheer pleasure for Me with regular slaves is the fact that the wand sounds the same and they don’t know which sensation to expect until the electricity actually makes contact with their worthless body.

Jan 252011
 

slave aggie is fun to play with. But at times the boundries need to be pushed. Pushing them of course equates to punishment.

On this occasion whilst tied, blindfolded and fully dressed she just didn’t give Me her all – not enough moaning, too little feedback and a total lack of wriggling.

Regular slaves know that this is not acceptable. Aggie is a regular slave. Aggie should know better. Granted there was a small painful fall earlier when she was encouraged to struggle for freedom at the end of a rope … only a small fall and luckily she didn’t break anything …. like My equipment…….

So reaching for the tawse I decided that the feet were going to be on the receiving end. Usually its the hands – right across the palms of upturned hands …. mmmmm but today the soles of the feet were to be first in line.

Starting with a few light strokes, Aggie responded vocally by thanking Me – as the strokes increased in potency the vocality became quite loud and repetitive, as if there wasn’t quite enough time between strokes to get all the words out properly.

Until we reached the point in time when another stoke of the 5 tailed tawse across the soles of either foot would feel like the end of the world …. at this point I asked if the feet should get the next stroke of the penis?????

Feet tingling madly …… no comfort in sight…. could they take another stroke without the sheer agony rushing throughout the tied body? NO NO NO …..so the slave shouted ‘penis Mistress’ and suffered the consequences…. OUCH.