The kidnap of slave dannyboy continued

 Kidnapings, Mistress Beth  Comments Off
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.

The kidnap of slave dannyboy was quite an experience….

 Kidnapings, Mistress Beth  Comments Off
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………

janie in tight bondage was escorted from the hotel…

 Mistress Beth  Comments Off
Sep 132012
 

Placing janie in ropes is always good fun and today was no different. Except for a really naughty thought cropping into my head. Would it be possible to place a coat around her and walk her out right through the reception area at the hotel?

Oh thats naughty Beth!

But hey ho – she was in for a challenge later anyway so a little fun would be good. Placing a leather coat around her and buttoning it tightly disguised the fact that

a) she was only wearing underwear and

b) had no arms

worked really well. Shoving her into the corridor with the door key tucked away in my possessions was a moment to remember. As was the realisation that even though we had practiced walking in the room she would have to keep pace with me or risk flashing her satin red knickers and stockings to anyone who happened to be around.

I look after my victims well and try to pre-ept all dilemmas avoiding any kind of un-necessary scene. But that day things were conspiring against me and waiting for the lift the clip clopping sound of someone alighting the flight of stairs directly behind us was unavoidable and the shaking janie closed the gap between us trying not to draw any attention to herself as I chatted away amicably…..

Forcing her to look herself in the eye in the hotel lifts mirror was nothing compared to what she was to undertake later that evening I explained as I  laughed to myself. Although how they managed to get that number of people to gather in the reception area was quite amazing and fight or flight she had no where to run so was forced to keep step with me, her arms folded and held tightly behind her back.

CBT for cheeky slave aggie. A little pain goes along way.

 Mistress Beth  No Responses »
Feb 142012
 

My slave aggie is cheeky. Sometimes she is even a little glib. I let the odd thing slip but mentally store the misdemeanors for a punishment session.

Today was pay back time and the promised threats of pulling her back into line would be inflicted upon her.

Firstly a little rope bondage, some leather hand huggers and arms pulled into quite a tiresome position which would remind her of the bondage she was in.

Next she was led into the other room and secured to the CBT chair. As always she wished to push her limits and challenged me verbally in a playful way. Just perfect. Now she would learn a lesson about holding her tongue when necessary. It as a game but a game thats bloody good fun.

Legs wide apart the bits and bobs on  display were mine! And what a collection of toys and tools I had to use upon the crown jewels. The first lesson was learnt when aggie was thoroughly enjoying the attention of my hand upon her cock and balls when I started to explain about how harsh the leather thonging was that would lattice her cock and be pulled tight in a corset like pincher movement.

The reaction from aggie was perfect, turning from a nice gentle ‘really Mistress’ to a shouted THANK YOU MISTRESS as the pain and burning sensation clamped around the tender penile flesh in many places.

Now I was smiling.

My aim? To be laughing.

All sorts of issues were raised, all of course failures on the part of the slave, humiliating her, shaming her and firmly explaining the roles we had and how I was about to demonstrate the power of My role upon the weakness of her role in our dynamic relationship.

This particular little addition to the CBT collection is a simply ladies hair clip. But it boast a spring action grip with not one but two rows of sharp teeth designed to hold soft silky hair high upon a ladies head. Gripping the fleshy lips created by the foreskin of a penis wouldn’t be much of a challenge. 3 full revolutions I managed before running out of available penis/being unable to tolerate the whimpering of my collared slave. (delete as appropriate)

Such was the fun I was having that harder, nastier tools were produced and the blinfolded slave could only guess what the clattering noises, metal on metal, rattling, snapping noises could possibly indicate was coming next in the direction of her very vulnerable cock.

There were alot of thank yous along with many noises – some of which I haven’t had the privilege to hear before. Weights were dropped from the testicles. Vibrations were applied. All in all the demeanor of My slave changed from that of cocky ‘I can get away with things because My Mistress loves me’ attitude to one of learning ones place in the pecking order. Slave aggie you are and always will be my plaything. Moulded into whatever it takes to make Me laugh.

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