Apr 232013
 

janie was forced to balance on just her knee caps as the ropes holding her in suspense to the ceiling were tightened gradually until she moaned and groaned in a mixture of bondage pleasure, captivity and pain.

Knowing that there is absolutely nothing you can do to ease your discomfort or indeed prevent your Mistress from doing absolutely anything She wants for her own pleasure is a feeling desired by so many and janie would be the one to ask if you wanted a slaves eye view of such a scene fromĀ  the inside!

Dressed as a sexy rock chick with pinched in waist, stockings and wig she looked every inch a rock star as I pulled the ropes tighter she seemed to develop this ‘partied out’ look which was supreme to see.

Just look at this picture and imagine just how janie must have felt. . . knowing that yet more was to follow…..

 

 

Apr 072013
 

Denis is the ideal person to clean My boots. The thigh high black ones with buckles all down the sides were luckily particularly needed so denis was summoned.

Why denis? Because he has been fully trained in boot and shoe cleaning and CAN do a thorough job.

Alas when it came down to it he appeared to think he could pull the wool by doing a shoddy job. Did he think that by only putting half the effort in he would be excused more quickly? Did he think that I would simply say ‘oh well never mind denis, you’ve forgotten your training but not to worry – off you go?’

If he did he was in for a shock as I produced my crop and started to warm his backside in hard spurs whilst point out the error of his ways.

Every time he missed a bit I took great delight in pointing out his mistake and demonstrated My disappointment with yet another tool.

I even discovered a new use for My bitch whip. Holding the cane end the handle makes a brilliant tool when perched above his tethered body whilst holding My boot in range of the tongue.

‘Please Mistress I will do in properly this time’ he cried time and again as his tongue poked through the open mouth of the leather hood.

‘mercy Mistress mercy’ also escaped his lips as the punishment was issued for failing to take the heel fully into his moist mouth for a thorough valeting.

Good god denis you will be here for days on end at this rate – do you know how many shoes I have to be cleaned.

His final punishment was for coming without permission. His penis tightly held in restraint shook and retched as it spilt its spoils….. ‘Oh dear denis you know the rules……. 24 strokes of the cane which you will count and thank Me for….’

Apr 042013
 

I admit it I am indeed a bit of a shoe addict. I just love them all…. boots, heels, platforms, colours, strappy one, stilettos, and most of all My treasured ‘teaze’ shoes which can be found adorning My feet regularly.

Of course there is a downside….. so many to clean and not enough spit to go round them all. If you fancy a bit of shoe cleaning duty then email Me telling Me why you would be suitable for such an honoured role?

 

Mar 252013
 

slave gordon was fed a selction of fine fruit during a recent visit. No not by hand or on a pretty china plate but by sucking it off the heel of My shoe as I watched from above.

It was an incredibly erotic view I can tell you as the moist mouth bobbed up and down trying with all his might to suck the fruit clean off as I held in deep inside his mouth.

 

Mar 092013
 

What else could I do to this poor kidnapped slave? Humiliation was the key and I was determined to make him submit in ways he would never imagine doing.

Unzipping his mouth I ordered ”Now get to your knees and lick the carpet clean” and whilst he was down on all fours licking away as if his balls depended upon it I threw in ”why should I use a carpet cleaner to get the spunk out of the carpet when you can do it just as well” the licks were now interspersed with retching noises and plenty of heavy blows delivered from My favourite crop right across his buttocks.

”you really wouldn’t want to vomit danny boy – it would be awful to have you clean that up too…..” as I laughed away at his obvious distress.

Next he was secured on the St Andrews cross, still in shackles and chastity to have yet more pain inflicted upon him.

What would I have in mind? A nice painful body massage? tickling with feathers? caressing with silk? gentle pats from the very soft leather paddle? a little ball stroking or something else completely different?

Oh yes I was not in the mood for tantalising the body and instead stuck some electrical pads all over him and whacked up the volume as the shocks shook his poor tightly restrained body.