Unfortunately, almost all Mistresses have to deal with timewasters. These are people who have no intention of turning up for a session. They just want a bit of free w*nking material. Some timewasters are actually quite good at being timewasters, especially with Mistresses who they think are new to the scene. Experienced Mistresses like Myself have become very adept at recognising a timewaster right from the first moment of contact.

Here are some tactics that might lead Me to consider you to be a timewaster:

Sending Me an email or a DM on Twitter requesting information that is readily available on My website.

Sending Me a Twitter DM saying “I will be booking a session with you soon” or “I will ring you next week” or “Can I ring You Mistress?” or “Hi Mistress” or “Are You online Mistress?”

If I don’t answer your Twitter DM, the most likely reason is that I think you are a timewaster. The only way to prove Me wrong is to read My website then ring Me, book a session and turn up.

Asking Me if you can chat with Me on Skype. Yes you can, but for a fee! See My Webcam & Phone Chat page.

Requesting a session when your Twitter profile says you are owned by another Mistress.

Booking a session then texting Me to say you’ve had a car accident / flat tyre / family emergency etc. Yes we’ve heard all the excuses.

Once I’ve listed you in My phone under the letters TW (TimeWaster) there is no way back for you. I will never answer a phone call from you.

Do not burn too many bridges!

Hello – do you and Pip remember chatting to Jerry, who lives in the Midlands and has met Mistress Athena? You addressed me about the canes I was carrying about and made a very welcome offer of play. Thank you very much for caning me – I didn’t do as well for play at Ped this time as I have in the past and might have felt a bit of a Billy No-mates without your input (I exaggerate a bit – got caned by 4 women in total, and that’s a lot more than most people manage in a lifetime – but then they don’t want to, do they?). As well as accurate caning you were good at saying the magical words “bend over”, and that’s valuable to me. It’s the details…

Anyway, that’s what I planned to say. I do come up your way sometimes as I said – perhaps you could inform me when you’re doing interesting stuff if you think of me in future. Devotion in (near) Birmingham is quite a good femdom event, thrice yearly and with a loyal crowd – perhaps you’d like to come to that one day. Trample Temptress from Pedestal is one of the organisers of it.

I will contact Athena and see if by any chance shse remembers me. I agree that she’s extremely nice.

Slave entered my room, naked. Embarrassed and humiliated.

“Get on your knees!!” I instructed.

With the blindfold in my hand, I slowly walked around my Slave, and once he was kneeling facing the wall, I put the blindfold on him, taunting him about all the wicked things I wasabout to do to him. I then put the collar and chain on him.

“Kiss my feet Slave, left foot first!”

As he kissed and licked my feet, I told him I was going to break him and make him mine.  But he has got a lot of training to do as I have big plans for him.  And he of course is not ready yet!

After worshiping my feet, I took the strap from the wall; it was only the small one but he didn’t knowbecause he was blindfolded.

Helping him to the bench, I strapped him down slowly and securely..

“Are you ready to take what I have for you?”

“Yes Mistress, I’ll take anything for you!”

With that I began, pacing myself with each stroke so it wasn’t to much for him to handle. Once I got to 20 the colour of his cheeks was a light pink.

“Time to switch it up a bit, Slave.”

Moving up to the bigger wider strap, I continued, same pace, harder strokes.

“Once I have finished with this strap I’m going to fuck you!!”

I had no intention of fucking him at this point; I just wanted to watch him squirm!

40 strokes later, I got my strapon on and lubed it up, going between my slave’s legs, making sure to catch the inside of his leg, teasing him with my cock

“Your cunts wet isn’t it bitch?”

“A little Miss” was the slut’s reply

Inserting my cock, I slowly eased it in and out until my slave started to relax and keep in rhythm . Getting harder and faster, I build it up.

“Faster Mistress, I need your cock!!”

“You’re going to be sucking my cock bitch, get your Slut mouth open!!”

Pulling my cock from his ars,e I walked around him so he was directly facing my cock.

“Now suck it!!”

Slapping his face and telling him how shit he is at it, I instructed him to slow down.

“It’s not a fucking race hahahaha.”

“Let me try the fuck machine!”

“No I couldn’t possibly go on that Mistress”

“Really! You have no choice!!!”

My new chambers are now available to session in. It’s very private and discreet with off road parking, (no nosey neighbours).

My main room is for the experienced game player, flogging, caning, strap, whips, bondage.

I have a spanking bench with straps to tie you down securely, and a St. Andrew’s Cross for flogging with various restraints.

I’m also in the process of finishing the sissy room. With dresses, underwear,stockings,shoes,makeup and wigs.

The third room is the medical play room. Medical bed, needles, acupuncture, e-stim, violet wand, fisting along with other activities.

Downstairs in my confinement room, there is no escape. Cage, and suspension play.

Moving on now to the outdoor area!  I have a massive private garden for the outdoor players, plenty of puppy training and pony training but if that’s not to your taste I can tie you up and leave you out there for hours, nobody would notice you there, except for ME!!

Taking calls from today!!

I received the call for a puppy training session. It was my first call for this type of session, we agreed a time and day.

On the morning of the appointment I called in at the pet shop on my way to the chambers and bought some plastic balls for my puppy to play with. I also bought some pedigree chum and some doggy treats!!!

“I think I’m going to spoil this puppy and give him a good walk around my garden!! ”

The door bell rings, I opened the door to a drooling panting pup!

“Come inside I’ll get you some water 💦 my water, hahaha!”

I filled his water bowl with my piss, telling my pup to get on all fours and drink it up!

As you know, puppies don’t always listen first time, but with a nudge of my boot on his arse he soon started to drink it.

Once he’d drunk it all I then told him to undress down to his boxer shorts, and resume his puppy position; putting his collar and lead on we headed for the back door. It was a nice day for dog walking.

Outside I threw a ball, telling him to fetch it! He was a bit of a slow learner this one! Offering him a treat I threw the ball again; he ran and played with it. He’s got a long way to go if he wants to be as clever a dog as lassie lol!

We went back inside, presuming my puppy hasn’t eaten..

edigree chum opened and in his dish, he looked up at me all dopey eyed.

I told him: “It’s dinner time.”

Stroking his head, I spoon fed him. It wasn’t to his taste, so I reminded him that he’s my puppy and I will train him to be the best dog on the block! See you soon puppy 🐶

It was 2017 when my head first got turned by the sensational @yorksmistressv. Mistress V is an accomplished exponent of a vast array of activities that comprise our wonderful world of BDSM. Having visited her premises numerous times, Mistress V never failed to deliver the sort of experience that the younger Amazon Gift Card Dommes, could only ever dream of aspiring to.

Visit Mistress V for a sensational session of Corporal Punishment, Flogging, Whipping, Strapping, Belts, Tawses, Canes and Plimsolls.

Maybe needles and medical play is your thing, or perhaps you fancy a session of watersports or something harder. Electrics and wax are also available for the more discerning gentleman, as well as caging, humiliation and general servitude. Whatever your poison, Mistress V has a chalice for it.

Also coming soon, Double Domme (FF) and Double Dom/me (FM), so you can truly feel the wrath of supremacy.

Mistress V will turn those repressed dreams of yours into a vivid glowing reality. Her subtle combination of beautifully sensual, sadistic dominance will have you begging on your knees for more. Whether you are a newbie or a seasoned player, Mistress V will sense your needs and deliver a session you’ll never forget. Be prepared to come back for more. I DID, and now I’m her owned submissive.

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New beginnings!!

I have new premises, still situated in Huddersfield, but much bigger and more rooms to play in.  With shower and toilet facilities.

I will have a medical play room for needleplay and sounds, the bigger room will be My CP room for the novice and the experienced player and the third room will be My toilet training room.

I have private gardens for outdoor play.

I will be having sissy coffee mornings plus much more.

You will be kept up to date with the progress and when it will be ready for play. Look out on My news page for the date..

It is an honour to have become the personal slave and property of Mistress V. As a lifestyle slave and submissive it is a yearning and dream to be taken under Her control and to be permitted to serve in such a capacity.

Of course this comes with a requirement for service servitude pain discipline and control. This has become so clear already. To be in Her presence Her power and beauty is obvious. Her skills and ideas for use of slaves is always imaginative but controlled. Her mind and intelligence offers great opportunity to take a slave to any space and level sought and demanded.

This is the first of my occasional musings as Her slave and property as instructed by Mistress. It will attempt to offer its thoughts and description of its life as owned property and everyday life in service and session as occasion demands.

Next note following planned visit to Pedestal!!

It was my first visit to a Disciplinarian. A title Mistress Victoria uses, along with Dominatrix. Yet the word Disciplinarian is more evocative for me, as it conjures memories of school discipline from a time when the strap and cane were commonplace.

Whether it was luck, chance, or destiny that led me to Mistress Victoria, I’m not sure. I knocked on Her door and stepped into Her world. And within a few moments I knew I had made the right decision. She mesmerised me with eyes that seemed to look deep into my psyche. My instincts told me She was naturally in control. And the “me” of work, anxiety, stress and tedious normality melted away as my stream of consciousness sentences sketched out what being disciplined meant to me.

I imagine everyone who has receives corporal punishment has a unique and nuanced experience. Mistress Victoria listened and understood.

At this point a great leap of faith was necessary on my part. I knew deep down I wanted to surrender all control. She had to have all the power, and I none. No safe words, just total acceptance of Her strict will, manifested through Her favourite leather punishment straps. I submissively and obediently presented myself over Her whipping bench and She ensured all the restraints were securely fastened. No squirming, no escape. The cocktail of hopelessness, submission and obedient acceptance was flowing through me, and it was intoxicating.

The next forty minutes were completely exhilarating, Literally, a sensory roller coaster where my emotions and endorphins bounced off the walls of subspace; My first ever experience of this phenomena and it was extraordinary.

I won’t reveal too much detail, but as an absolute beginner, I found Mistress Victoria to be a consummate artist in administering the strap. As a newbie I hadn’t a clue what my limits were. Modest at best, I assumed. But She built up the levels expertly. Then so teasingly and cleverly played with the edges. Mercifully easing off just at the right moment, then suddenly coming on strong to take me to the limits of torment and trepidation. Emotionally it was a complete head f**k, which was exactly what I wanted. Afterwards, in conversation I learned I’d taken much more than I thought I could. Necessary, of course, to get exactly the right emotions flowing.

Later, as we parted She fixed me with Her gaze. I knew I would soon return to obediently submit to Her again. Her strap, Her whipping bench, Her rules. Her strict control. I didn’t need to say a word. She already knew.

Got an early morning phone call from one of My slaves this morning.

“Can you dominate me outside Mistress??”

“Why not seeing that you’ve woken Me up!”

“I’ll pick You up in 30 minutes Mistress. Do you know somewhere discreet where we can play?”

“I know the perfect place.”

Collecting My rope, handcuffs, collar and lead, I wait for him to pick Me up. Once he arrives, I make him change over to the passenger seat.

“Move over, I’m driving.”

I headed for the location. all the while, My slave was looking at Me, quivering.

“What are You going to do to me Mistress?”

“Hahaha, I’m not going to disclose that information!”

Once I’d parked up, I put his collar and lead on. The graveyard is very quiet at this time of the morning.

“Get on all fours, dog!”

I lead him around until I saw a good sized tree to tie him to. Climbing over the wall, I lead him to the tree.

“Get up and stand with your back to the tree.”

As I tied him up, laughing as it was so amusing seeing him half naked, he asked if he could masturbate. Slapping him across the face, I informed him that he had to drink My piss before he gets to pleasure himself. I untied him and demanded he lay down on the ground.

“Open wide and swallow!”

He gulped down every last drop.

“Get up! Now you may relieve yourself then get dressed.”

Getting back in his car, we made our way back to where I was picked up.

Howard arrived at My chambers at the agreed time.

“Sit down!”

Sitting down, he informed me that he’d brought a few of his own items along.

“Let Me look in your bag.”

He had nappies, a butt plug, and rubber panties.

I told him to undress and bring his things into the playroom. Not wasting any time, I collared him, cuffed his hands behind his back and chained him to My bench.

“Nipple torture can only mean one thing Howard: needles!”

I laughed out loud.

“It doesn’t have to be painful.”

The first needle went in, and as he flinched, I slapped him straight across the face.

“Keep still!!”

I could see he was nervous as the second needle moved down to his balls, piercing straight through. He stiffened up but hinted that he liked it. I love needle play! In total he had 20 in the cock and balls – more than he could ever have imagined.

Extricating his butt plug from his bag, I lubed his arse with My gloved fingers, stretching his arse wide enough to be plugged. Once it was in, I then attached My e-stim to his cock and balls.

“Are you ready to have a caning? You have no choice really hahaha!!” After strapping him down, I pulled My favourite dragon cane out, swishing it in the air, then swish! One stroke! On the 10th stroke, I could tell Howard had had enough,and unstrapping him I took the collar from around his neck and removed the e-stim.

Howard told Me that was the best session he’d ever had.

“I haven’t finished yet boy. Get Me your nappy!” Rather than waste it, I’ll piss in that and you can wear it all the way back home.

But isn’t that going to sting Mistress?”

“Of course; get them on! See you next time, as there will be a next time!”

Friday evening and my new sub is due to arrive in 30 minutes. He wants to be caged and left for the night with enforced hardsports. My favourite!!

There was a knock at the door.

“Enter”

In came a small man with a small voice.

“Good evening Mistress”.

Looking him up and down I instructed him to undress. Once naked I instructed him to get on all fours and crawl to me like the dog that he is. On his hands and knees he crawled into the playroom.

“Stand up!!”

Collaring him, I then put him in cuffs.

“You will not be leaving here tonight.”

Pointing at the cage I demanded that he crawled in. Once in the cage I gagged him.

“I will bring you your breakfast in the morning and it won’t be a full English”.

Looking nervous, I give him one of My devious grins.

“It’s ok, no one will hear your whimpers.”

I turned on My heels and switched out the light.

“Ihope it’s dark enough for you Dog!!”

Leaving, I locked the door behind me. I know he’s scared, as I would be if I had to stay in there, but it’s not me, so off I went. I had to have some supper as I did’t want to disappoint my guest in the morning with a small breakfast. I decide on an Indian – vindaloo – nice and hot!

The following morning, I had breakfast, all the while thinking of the dog in the cellar and how hungry he’s going to be. Driving round to My chambers, My stomach was making weird noises! I couldn’t wait to get inside to release him as I was bursting to go to the toilet at this point. I opened the door.

“Hello dog breath, it’s breakfast time. Out you come.

I tied him up and removed the gag. Once restraint and on the floor I stood over his head

“Open your mouth dog! Breakfast is served!”

Safe to say, he was starving hahah!!

I thought I leaned towards being a sissy and being gay…until I was honoured with a session with Mistress V yesterday. Let me say at the outset that this Lady is addictive. If you don’t want a life of subservience and total obedience then don’t go to Her. She is a drug, once entrapped in Her embrace you are hooked for life as am I. She made me realise that I’m Bi.

I have been to various Mistresses in my life and looking for the ultimate I contacted Mistress V. Expecting much of the same sweetness. I presented myself at her dungeon. I had informed Her of my likes and dislikes. I was dressed in red lingerie with silk bows. Mistress collared me and attached me to a hanging chain. I was blind folded and awaited my fate. My nipples were clamped and pulled forward while the intense pain pleasure of needles being inserted into them was exquisite, one, two, three and then four in each. The blindfold was removed and the evil smirk on Mistress’ face sent shiver down my spine. I was then strapped to her caning stool and given 10 strokes, each one harder than the last until the final one. All the while Mistress humiliated me, calling me names and assuring me that I was a worthless cunt. The dildo was shoved up my ass and worked with vigour. I was instructed to hold it in with my ass cheeks (something I was unable to do). The needles played upon the leather of the stool as I was face down making my nipples hard.

Mistress then turned me over, legs apart. I could smell the lit candles before I felt the hot wax. The 5 candles were poured over my tormented nipples cauterizing the small amount of blood that oozed from them and with a laugh Mistress began the serious stuff. Hot wax over my limp cock. I was made to hold my foreskin open whilst She poured the wax onto my ‘helmet’. Not content with the bell end being drowned in wax Mistress then proceeded to completely encase my arsehole, cock and balls in a blanket of hot wax. The few hairs that remained from my pathetic attempt at shaving my groin were burned and singed away by the candle flames that Mistress held nearer and nearer to my nether regions. I moved from this earth to sub space as my wriggling to avoid the pain subsided and I was content to let Her do as She wished. My eyes were closed as the flames tormented my cock and balls. I moaned in a higher state. The wax was allowed to cool then Mistress took great delight in peeling it away leaving what was left of my ‘manhood’ red and sore. I was removed from the stool and laid under the toilet chair. Mistress stripped and placed Her gorgeous pussy and ass over my face. ‘Don’t you dare spill a drop of my piss, open wide slut’. Mistress began to piss in my mouth, I was ordered to drink which I did greedily. I was then honoured by Mistress allowing me to clean her derriere which I also did with glee. At this point I was in raptures I had never known. Being placed on a bench my cock was attached to Mistress’ E-stim electrics and turned on, higher and higher and higher until it was too painful to bear. I danced like a dervish for Her amusement. I was allowed to worship Mistress’ gorgeous body but what occurred after will remain a secret, a gentleman never tells. Mistress V is without doubt the best, the sexiest the most horny woman it has ever been my good luck to come across. Will I return………I am already looking forward and anticipating the new agonies that await this slave of Mistress V

I arrived in Brighouse at the address given by My new client. We had a little briefing on the phone previously before I set off, so on the way there My mind was buzzing with ideas. In My little black bag I had My strapon, vibrating butt plug and rope, all I needed for this hour long outcall session. Knocking on the door, I noticed a curtain twitching downstairs, shortly after which the door opened, and there stood a small man shaking from head to toe. I thought it was quite amusing seeing him squirming.

“Mistress V?”

“It is.”

“Come in.”

Once inside, I told him to show me where we would be playing.

“The room on the right Mistress.”

Opening the door, I saw a large kitchen table.

“You’re going to be tied to that while I fuck you!! Get undressed, down to your underpants.”

Once he did as he was told I pushed him over the table, and grabbing his hands I tied them firmly to the table legs.

“Spread your legs!”

Ankles tied also, leaving him in quite a predicament, I put My strapon on and lubed it up. I then put a finger up his arse, and that made him jump. I laughed out loud!!

“I haven’t started yet bitch boy, shut up and take whatever I give you.”

Gradually easing My cock into his arse, he started to relax. I rode him softly at first just for him to get into the swing of things. Once in full swing I rode the fuck out of him. He begged me to go deeper and deeper, which I of course intended to do anyway.

I pulled My cock out of his arse and slowly walked around to his face.

“Look at me bitch, and open your mouth. Clean My cock.”

Licking and sucking My cock he cleaned it to perfection.

I untied him and made him lie on the floor, and crouching down over his face I pissed directly into his thirsty mouth. He swallowed every bit with no spillage. I was impressed.

Playing with his cock, I give him permission to finish himself off.

Another great session. Back to My chambers for more now!

Huddersfield Mistress V

I am a novice compared with most of the other individuals posting here but I hope I might offer some encouragement anyone who is tempted to take the plunge but nervous about it. We are all different and I can only tell it as I have found it myself.

I spent years trying to image what it would be like to be stripped, whipped and caned. I finally plucked up the courage after I retired. The punishment itself can be extremely painful but if the idea appeals to you then the anticipation is fantastic and the caning is merely something to be endured. (You will devise techniques to help you cope with the pain if you need to.) I enjoy constucting scenarios which require me to be punished, setting them out in an email and then acting them out during the session. I visited my first Mistress upwards of twenty times. She was a really lovely lady but quite a pussycat compared to Victoria, whom I have now visited twice.

On the first occasion Mistress warmed me up very thoroughly and then gave me several sets of 20 shots with the cane and finished off with a hairbrush. She is clearly a very experienced professional with great technical skills (lovely parallel lines from the cane) and she reads your body language well. I was never really distressed and could have taken more of the hairbrush when she finished.

My second visit was as a headmaster receiving ‘therapy’ from a doctor following an ‘incident’ with one of the schoolgirls. I was made to strip to my underpants and have both hands caned; then a surprisingly gentle application of a strap to my genitals; then to the bench! Pants down, strapped down, warmed up (extremely thoroughly) and only then told that I was going to receive 200 strokes with the cane. I knew that was not possible but Mistress demonstrated that the impossible merely takes a little longer and hurts a little more. I was literally shaking by the time it was over. It was just incredibly, awfully painful. She is a real sadist and delights in pushing you as far as you can go; my backside is a real mess. (Somewhere in the ether there is a photograph but I don’t know where!) The strange thing is, a day later, I just cannot wait to have it done again; the thought of the Mistress inflicting almost unendurable pain is now a really erotic turn-on for me.

Bear in mind that what the Mistress did with me is what she thought was right for me. She may be gentler or more severe with you but whatever she does will be right for you. In my opinion you really need to do at least two sessions so as to benefit properly from the recovery and anticipation cycle. By then you will either be hooked for the long term or know that it is not really for you. The only other thought I would offer is to talk it over with your spouse before you do it. You then have a clear conscience and you can enjoy the markings rather than worrying about them!

My Swedish kaviar eating Slave!!

I couldn’t wait to meet My new toilet. On arrival he told me he’d like Me to spoon feed him My waste. I immediately obliged, as I couldn’t think of any better way to spend My morning.

Collared, I led him into the playroom. I sat him down

“Put your arms behind your back!”

With that, I tied him with My rope as tight as I could, a plate underneath My bottom containing My poo.

“Open your fucking mouth!”

“Yes Mistress.”

The first spoon did take a while to get down but once he swallowed the first bit I was already scooping his second spoonful.

“Open Shit breath!!”

I allowed him some of My nectar to wash and swill it down with.

“Open!”

Looking at the plate with anticipation he did as instructed.

“I want more Mistress.”

Unknown to him I’m already pushing another one out! Straight onto the plate, his seconds are ready!!

“Have a little rest you pathetic boy.”

I gave him 5 minutes rest as I didn’t want him to get too comfortable.

“You know this lot needs eating up don’t you!! Now feed the rest to yourself as you’re making Me want to vomit!!”

Spoon in hand he did as he was told, with a little persuasion from my lit cigarette which was now touching his balls!

“I’ll get you a bigger spoon; the one you’re using can’t get enough shit on it. A Dessert spoon will do the lot in one go, now get your mouth wide open and get it in!”

Taking over, I grabbed the spoon from him and start pushing it all in his mouth.

“Swallow it!!”

With My cigarette, I burned his nipples, which worked a treat as the next time I looked at him he’d eaten every bit. No point in enforced hard sports if you’re not being forced!!

Peter asked for My Cruel Girlfriend Experience. Since Cruelty is My middle name, I was happy to oblige! I can be at once romantic and cruel.

I sat next to peter and lightly gently rubbed his crotch while we looked longingly into each others’ eyes. My hot lips slowly moved towards his. He was desperate to kiss Me. As our lips were about to meet, he opened his mouth slightly in excited anticipation. I squeezed his balls hard! He whimpered and tried to release My grip on his balls.

“Get your fucking hands away. Now strip off!”

He obediently removed his clothes and I stripped until I was just wearing stilettos and panties. I sat on My throne and beckoned him to come over to Me. I held out My hand, palm upwards.

“Legs apart! Put your balls into My hand!”

He was trembling as he lowered his balls into My hand. I smiled at him.

“You’d love to kiss My nipple wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yes please.”

“Well you can kiss My nipple for 10 seconds if I squeeze your balls for one minute.”

Before he had chance to answer, I squeezed his balls hard, digging My sharp nails into them. He writhed in pain.

“You want to kiss My nipple don’t you? You want to suffer for Me don’t you? Come on darling, take it for Me.”

After exactly one minute, I released My grip and pulled his head onto My nipple.

“Kiss, don’t suck!” I commanded sternly.

After his ten seconds of kissing My nipple, I instructed him to stand and turn around. I bound his wrists together and instructed him to face Me.

“You’d love to kiss My other nipple for ten seconds wouldn’t you darling?”

I looked down at My outstretched hand and said: “Balls!”

He meekly and obediently lowered his already aching balls into My hand. I looked into his eyes, waited for a few seconds, then I squeezed Hard, digging My especially sharpened talons into his flesh. His knees buckled.

“Stand up straight! Legs apart!”

After a minute of hard squeezing, I pulled his trembling lips towards My other nipple and allowed him to gratefully kiss it for ten seconds.

“You’d love to suck them wouldn’t you?”

Of course he would, but I could see he was nervous to say so, wondering how much he would have to suffer for the privilege of sucking My nipples. I attached My most severe nipple clamps to his nipples and twisted them cruelly.

“Go on, suck them” I commanded, while pulling at his nipple clamps.

I allowed him to worship My nipples for a few minutes while inflicting pain on his own, then I instructed him to stand and walk over to a ring that was attached to the wall. I attached the nipple clamps chain to the ring.

“The only way to remove those clamps is to do it yourself by walking backwards until they come off!”

He started to walk backwards, but the pain became too intense for him to continue and he came to a standstill.

I moved towards him until our lips were almost touching.

“Kiss Me. Properly.”

Our lips touched gently. Our tongues intertwined. I stroked his throbbing cock. Then, when I knew he was deep into subspace, I pushed him backwards until the nipple clamps came off. Oh that heady combination: the pain/pleasure dichotomy. The deepest subspace that only a skilled Dominatrix can take you into.

I took the clamps and held them open. He willingly pushed his nipples into them. He needed more now. We kissed. I pushed until those clamps came off. Again. And again. And again.

I told him to kneel then I turned around so My derrière was close to his face.

“You’d love to lick My arse wouldn’t you?”

“Yes please Goddess.”

“Well you must take 50 strokes of My crop first, then be fucked by My fucking machine. Get over My whipping bench!”

I attached securely him to the bench and whipped him, gently at first in order to coax him deeper into subspace, then much harder, turning his arse red and blue. I was loving this!

I released him then instructed him to get down on all fours and backed him up to My fucking machine. After lubing his arse well, I started the machine and gradually increased its speed and depth. He started to gasp.

“Lick My arse!”

I’m sure the irony of licking My arse while having his own fucked wasn’t lost on him!

“You’d love to worship My pussy wouldn’t you?”

“That is my wildest dream Goddess.”

“You must take 50 severe strokes of My favourite dragon cane then.”

“Anything Goddess”

I love administering the cane. It’s My favourite. I strapped him to My punishment bench and brought My pussy up to his face and allowed him to take in My scent.

“Count! And say Thank You Goddess after every stroke!”

I flexed My cane lovingly then: thwack!

“One. Thank You Goddess.”

“Two. Thank You Goddess.”

I caned him relentlessly, covering his arse in welts and bruises, stopping occasionally to let him sniff Me and encouraging him to take more. I gagged him with My well worn panties.

Finally, I released him. I laid back on the bed and allowed him his reward. And Mine.

Yes My Cruel Girlfriend Experience is painful. But I’m so, so worth it. See you later darling.

xxx

Well the day has arrived for my new sub (female) to come and have some strapon fun., as well as some mild CP. She rang bang on the appointment time to tell me the cab had dropped her off, I gave her the directions and before I knew it I could hear her footsteps coming down the stairs to My chambers.

“Come in Slut!!”

Once inside we discussed her likes and dislikes, I told her to make sure she leaves all her inhibitions at the doorstep!! I then ordered her to strip down to panties and stockings. Giggling slightly, she did as she was told!

“On the floor bitch and greet Me at My feet!!”

Giving her the once over I could tell she was willing to take and do whatever the fuck I wanted.

“Get on My bench and let Me strap you down you filthy cock loving whore!!”

“Yes mistress’”

Slap!!

“Count bitch!”

After a mild spanking, I then her to My strap, which she took very well. Arse in the air, she was begging Me to fuck her up the arse, I used my smallest dildo on her at first. She soon got into the rhythm, slowly moving back and forth, all the while I was telling her how she would soon be restrained and put on the fucking machine.

“I’ve never been on a fuck machine before Mistress”

“There’s always a first time for everything My dear Slut!!”

After fucking her with my strapon, I ordered her to get onto all fours so I could guide my big black cock inside her; now we’ll stretched arse. Chaining her to My fucking machine, she told Me how excited she was to be here and can’t wait for the machine to do its work, and as soon as I turn it on she’s moaning and groaning!

“Shut up and take that big black cock, otherwise I’ll cane your backside”. I decided to cane her while she was getting her just desserts hehe what a sight to see! After 20 mins she said she was thirsty.

“Haha, let me unchain you, lie under My toilet and drink My champagne”.

Mouth wide open, she did as she was told, drinking every drop that I delivered. Finishing off, I made her lick My beautiful arse, which she informed me was like a peach. She had a Mistress before but had never been made to drink her piss. Result!! I will always push limits because it gives Me great satisfaction.