Mar 082013
 

dannyboy was summonsed to a remote location via several stops to retrieve additional information.

The suspense was electric as he awaited his fate never knowing if it was to be any moment or he would have more to do before THAT moment arrived.

One thing was for certain his adrenaline level was sky high and it was a good job as he was used to working out in the gym as the takedown was so spectacular that he could have had a coronary on the spot!

But as you all know I like a challenge and to push boundries to the utmost limit. I had plans for this boy that would span 7 hours and I was determined to be a long lasting memory rather that just a ‘kinky Dominatrix’

Its safe to say that he was reeling for several days after the event as he replayed the time with the help of photographs as he really could not trust what his mind was telling him.

Slapping him into this fantastic chastity device would ensure that he would co-operate fully with anything I happened to suggest. I mean how much can the cock swell against the metal cross bar without actually bursting?

 

oh danny boy you are going to entertain me, keep me amused and obey my every command.

With the threat of more pain than he could possibly tolerate he was instructed to lock himself into the very heavy metal shackles cuffing his ankles and wrists. I simply had to ensure the nuts were tight and lock the spreader bars in place.

Now jog….. on the spot… quite tricky when you are blindfolded, drugged and disorientated whilst being flogged by a mad Dominatrix.

But try he did although when the punishment outweighed the benefit it was time for something more humiliating to take place………

Sep 022012
 

Never give away your secrets too soon in the dungeon or they will be exploited and used against you. In rubber davids case his Achilles heel has to be his nipples which are extra sensitive and can take tremendous amounts of pain and pleasure after a few years of hard training.

What I wanted to avoid was making them too sore to be any fun over the following days. Imagine having your toys taken away just as you are really beginning to enjoy them? Well that is how it would be if I broke rubber davids most sensitive bits by being too attentive straight away so I had to learn some patience and enjoy the long game of continually touching, paddling, flicking, rubbing, tweeking, stroking, pinching and clamping the nipples until the point he could scream out loud.

At least there were a pair so I could always allow one to rest for a short time if required. Pinching one between two small vibrating bullets created the most intense pleasure to the point of agony within the kidnapped slave and dragging the electric bug killer racquet over them was music in the making as there were so many feelings that it would be hard to describe them all as they crashed into one another only to be followed by a gentle stroking with soft feathers flinging his emotions from one end of the scale to the other.

It’s really handy that his rubber vests had holes perfectly placed to keep the nipples poking outwards and on gaurd at all times making them so reactive when in collision with ANY object.

Aug 012012
 

Firstly you will notice that unlike other Dommes I do not display my telephone number so you will have had to contactMe  by email. Although you should express your interests please do not expect me to spell out every moment as I view this as an attempt to gain ‘wank material’ and will be offended. When you enter into Domination you need to be able to trust your Dominant, have a connection with them and be able to be frank and open. You know what you crave and I know how to deliver it. I won’t suffer fools who seem to need to be ego stroked constantly and have no need to have to ‘turn you on’ to gain your business.

I like to be referred to as Mistress or Ma’am and not Lady, Miss, Boss, Goddess or other. Although I am not your average Domme I do appreciate the show of respect by using capitalisation when refering to Me – Mistress, You etc and little letters when using words about yourself – i, myself, slave etc.

When I have decided that you are worth bothering with and you meet my necessary credentials and can be available at a time to suit us both you will be offered an appointment.

To book this appointment you will have to pay a deposit by paypal or bank transfer. I have several ways to protect you from ‘paperwork trails’. At this stage I will need  your mobile number for text communication only – I will not ring you and will respect if you need any communication to be ‘office hours’ ”evenings’ ‘on the day after 8am’ as there is no thrill element for Me by causing problems for you at work or home. If you can not do this then you will be instructed to search elsewhere.

On the day you will confirm by text and make your way to the address given where you will enter inside a private doorway so there is no waiting outside. Standing with your head bowed you will be greeted by Me. Any gift you bring should be in a carrier bag and brought in discretely. I shall then instruct you in whatever way I decide and take you to the dungeon where you will be instructed to strip, place any remaining tribute in an envelope on the table and present yourself to me, naked and ready for inspection.

At this point I expect you to be terrified and tense and I know how to put you at ease and test your responses to sensations or pain without hurting you. This will help me to gauge your session correctly.  I will inform you of safe words and how to respond to questions and from that moment on you will be in my control and under no disillusion that is the case.

I will question you, gather information which will be used in a playful way. When I am confident that you are familiar enough with the situation I will place a hood or blindfold on you if thats what is called for.

The fantasy will then unfold and although I do not offer ‘scripted roleplay’ I will have an idea from our communication what I will do to you. If you have 10 fantasies then don’t expect them all to happen in 1 hour.  Be realistic and if there is something that you are DESPERATE for then ensure you communicate that with me.

Many of my sessions involve therapy of some kind for the slave and the dungeon is a safe secure place to explore feelings and thoughts whilst being reassured about your emotion,. feelings, life and how to seperate play from reality. I always offer after care. A good session will leave you feeling elated, high, complete and as with any high in life from sex, drugs or alcohol there is a natural low to balance things out. Its normal to feel odd emotions a day or two afterwards and as a caring and compassionate Dominatrix I will be there to guide you.

WHAT WONT HAPPEN IN THE SESSION.

  • Anything you have stated as a hard limit.
  • Interaction with a second slave, chemicals or breathplay unless previously agreed.
  • Touching Me or My body in any way.
  • Me wearing clothing of your choice. I wear very sexy outfits with high heels, exposed cleavage and very short skirts with a corset and stockings. I will not dress up as a barbie doll or just wear underwear for you.
  • ‘Pussy’ worship, breast worship, watersports, or scat.
  • Sexual intercourse.

I like to hear bodily responses, sighs, moans, groans, whimpers, happy noises. I won’t tolerate screaming or shouting.

 

Basic rules in a nutshell…..

  • Dont expect me to fall for any rubbish to aid your sexual excitement at the end of a keyboard.
  • Expect Me to have fun and you to be involved in that.
  • Be realistic about what you want and be honest about it.
  • Respect Me, My privacy and integrity as I will respect yours.
  • Think of Me as the best thing that could occuur in your life and not a prostitute to do your bidding.

After the session you will dress, there will be a short after chat and the opportunity for you to shower.  What I do expect is a thank you text or email just out of courtesy. If I have taken photos I will forward them to you and any I use of the blog pages will not disclose you in any way (I even edit birthmarks and tattoos to maintain annonimity in what can be the age of technology.)

 

 

 

 

Apr 222012
 

Many hours had passed, he didn’t know what day it was or even if it were night or day or. Yet still he vehemently denied any knowledge of TED TAVIDA so it was time to turn up the pressure. I brought in 2 more pairs of hands to help me. Today would be the day that he would give it all up. . . I could feel it.

Strapping him down to the rubber bench he was spread-eagled, blindfolded, gagged with a special addition to my collection – a rubber funnel gag – and tormented for a couple of hours in the form of spanking, flogging, stroking, even wanking didn’t do the trick. He had been deprived of sleep, knowledge, food, sight, hearing, movement for days and yet he was still showing such stamina.

One of my treasured collared slaves, slave aggie, and Mistress Natasha took the foot end as I had his head – bound in a tight rubber hood with inflatable inserts…… breath control…… marvellous tool for the naughty! Lots of CBT was combined with plenty of pain, nice touches, silken drapes and yet more nipple torture threw his senses into total disarray.

A nice meal I had prepared earlier would be good for him. The contents of which are a huge secret ….. but it tasted so revolting that he threw it back up through the funnel only to be made to swallow it for a second time…….. yuk.

What a result….. tears in his eyes he finally agreed to ‘talk’ ……… throwing him back into the crypt for a few more hours with a sour taste of vomit in his mouth would surely help his memory? After all he wouldn’t want it to drag on indefinitely now would he?

Apr 212012
 

Mistraken identity? No this was definitely TED TAVIDA the long term government asset who tripped around the world to strange locations for no apparant reason. If I was right he masqueraded through life as a normal guy, only a handful of people knew of his other identity, even his closest family were kept in the dark.

I do like to have a ‘plot’ to work to, it makes it much more fun and also allows the kidnapped victim to ‘break’ by giving up information without the use of safe words. Some disturbed sleep, strange meals and confusion would help to unsettle the nerves of this bloke. Taking away all the luxuries of life such as communication with the outside world and being kept semi naked in an enclosed area would get to him sooner or later.

Back to the current stage of torture. The nipples, poking nicely through the rubber dress. An invitation for torment. With his wrists, waist, ankles and neck secured in padded rubber restaints he could struggle as much as he could without the slightest oportunity to actually escape.

I lost count of the number of instruments I used upon his nipples which were hardening against the attack. Even needles wouldn’t get him to confess. Pliers, clamps, pinching, nipping, brushing, filing, grasping, slapping – nothing seemed to be enough to just push him over the edge. The rubber hood prevented him from pre-empting my next move.

Retiring to another room I collected a few more tools as he stewed still held fast to the chair and unable to soothe his throbbing swollen nipples in any way. I would have to drug him. Gas him, make him inhale noxious substances. Obviously I needed to protect myself so I put a rubber gas mask on and then applied the rebreather bag directly to the airways of the victim.

Would this break him?