Archive for January, 2011
Predicament bondage for slave connor.
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A wonderful way to finish off the month of January with My collared slave connor. With his nipples pierced about 2 months ago, I can now begin tormenting them that little bit more and predicament bondage seemed to be the most appropriate option on this occasion *wicked grin*.
My slave could take quite a lot on his nipples previously and his piercings have made them even more responsive which is utterly delightful from My point of view.
Attaching the string around his nipple piercings and to the same point where the rope around the balls was also secured, meant that any movement of his body would in turn affect the balls and/or nipples! you have to remember that this collared slave of Mine is also extremely ticklish and it did not take much to make him writhe around. As much as he tried to be as careful as he could manage, it became rather tricky for him… *winks*.
This in itself sent him into a state of bliss and with the lightest touch of My fingers on the most sensitive parts of his body, the predicament bondage meant that My slave created his own torment… LOL. That is what I LOVE about predicament bondage *very happy Mistress*.
The last 2 weeks of January.
Posted by: | CommentsThe last half of this month has fared much better for Me than the first half and I have been fortunate in being able to devote a fair bit of time to My two collared slaves amongst other delightful activities.
With My collared slave on holidays for the majority of this month, there were plenty of opportunities to set tasks to keep slave tate and/or maid marian busy *winks*. No idle twiddling of thumbs for My slave!
The one thing I have been meaning to do with slave tate for a long time is to replace his thongs with a decent pair of leather sandals. W/we finally went shoe shopping on Saturday 22nd January and had a most successful shopping trip where I found a lovely pair of Italian leather sandals for My slave to purchase. Now My slave’s presentation is more befitting when privileged to be in his Goddess’ presence on less formal social occasions. slave tate’s viewpoint of this experience can be read in his blog post entitled New sandals for this slave.
The next day on Sunday 23rd January, maid marian was due for her normal Sunday cleaning duties but by the time slave tate arrived, I discovered that slave connor was not working and invited him to join U/us for afternoon tea which he would purchase something suitable on his way. maid marian did not have to get changed immediately upon arrival as My slave was permitted to indulge in afternoon tea prior to commencing cleaning duties.
In the end slave connor stayed to cook a delicious dinner or U/us all and My boys got to spend a few hours with Me enjoying some relaxing social time together.
My maid was also very busy memorising the 14 steps for Foot Pampering from her Maid Training Manual as I decided it was time to give her a test. maid marian needs to be able to pamper My feet according to My wishes without referring to her manual for each step. I expect this pampering to be effected naturally and intuitively. When she was finally tested on Tuesday evening, she did surprisingly better than I expected and only incurred one transgression point. A great end to the day before a public holiday!
Last week involved our Australia Day public holiday and I chose to visit some kinky friends interstate on that day. slave tate drove Me the one and a half hours to get there and I had a fabulous afternoon. My slave as expected, sat on the floor the entire length of My visit wearing his leather collar which he kept on for the remainder of the day.
Upon O/our late return to the Gold Coast, I was in no frame of mind to cook dinner so My slave was sent out to collect O/our pizza order, wearing his leather collar in public for the first time. *smiles*. Nothing like a bit a of public humiliation to enforce My slave’s proper role in life. More detail about My slave’s experience can be read in his blog entry called Australia Day.
As well as spending some time with My two collared slaves, I have also had the pleasure of some delightful sessions over the last couple of weeks. One in particular I was able to photograph and it incorporated one of My favourite activities – CBT and needle play.
With the balls firmly secured with rope, I then proceeded to create a weaving type pattern with some needles. I alternated by inserting one needle only the one time followed by the next needle inserted twice through the skin. I continued in this manner from the top of the balls to underneath the balls and what an tight package it was by the time I finished *GRINS*.
With all the blood flowing around in that part of this slave’s anatomy, it was even more fun removing the needles and watching the blood run like a free flowing tap from the head of the cock (until I eventually turned off the tap). Not surprising considering I had one needle inserted on either side of the eye of the cock…*winks*.
I LOVE smearing the blood and by the time I had finished, the cock and balls were resplendent in their shiny coating of luscious red liquid.
Now to look forward to having a great session with slave connor tomorrow to finish off this month.
First overnight session for slave tate.
Posted by: | CommentsLast night was a completely new experience for My collared slave tate – he had his first overnight session ever! My slave’s version of events can be read here.
Overnight sessions are so much fun. I find them very relaxing because anything I decide to do, or any torment I wish to apply can be done in a leisurely manner without time restrictions dictating play *smiles*.
slave tate had no idea what I had planned for him although I did hint that he was unlikely to get much sleep! And all he needed to bring with him was his leather collar.
My collared slave collected Me from home at 9.30pm and upon arrival at My dungeon, there was no time to waste. If I was going to function effectively, I needed a coffee fix before contemplating any heavier duty play. slave tate was immediately ordered to strip off and then head into the kitchen to prepare My cup of coffee which I wanted served with a mince pie. Besides, the tennis was on TV and I was in the mood to watch some of Hewitt’s match.
With My coffee made, I now required a coffee table. slave tate was sent to My cross dressing room to fetch the wooden tray which he held for Me as he knelt next to My armchair. Now I had somewhere to place My plate and My coffee mug. I continued to watch the tennis as I slowly drank My coffee and ate My mince pie. Nothing like some sustenance to keep a Mistress’ energy levels up on important occasions *winks*.
I was not keeping track of time… well there was no need to… I had HOURS to torment My slave!
Following My coffee, it was time to put My slave to the test and see how long he would last in rope bondage. A rope harness was applied first and then I had slave tate lie on his back and more rope was attached to his rope harness securing him firmly to some heavy chain. More rope was tied around the balls with each end then wrapped around each big toe. If the feet twitched or moved, this would pull on the balls… a delightful yet simple predicament bondage!
Having firmly tied My slave into place and blindfolded him, I retired to the lounge room to continue watching the tennis which was becoming a very long match! During the breaks I quietly made My way into the dungeon and without warning, teased slave tate’s nipples… just long enough to get him excited without tipping him over the point of no return. I repeated these unexpected short periods of torment on at least 5 occasions. The night was still young and I still had HOURS at My disposal *WEG*.
slave tate always wanted to know how his stamina would hold out in a position such as this and I must say, I was surprised he lasted as long as he did which was somewhere between 2-3 hours. I wasn’t really keeping an eye on the time and was waiting for him to say mercy. In the end I got bored and was feeling a little tired so a change of position was in order.
Untying My slave was perfect timing as he was just about ready to call out and would not have lasted much longer. Now he would shift from a prostrate position to an upright one. I could do with some sleep and slave tate would become My bedside table where My glass of water would sit in case I awoke feeling thirsty during the night… well… what was left of the night as it was now 3am! How time flies when I am having fun.
It was into My summer PJ’s for some sleep. My slave table was clearly told that he was not to put the wooden tray down without My permission and had to remain still for as long as he could manage. I will soon find out how long he lasts as he must be feeling slightly fatigued by now. The last 5 hours haven’t exactly been restful for him… LOL!
My plan worked out well for an hour and a half until I was woken up by a noise. Either My bedside table had nodded off briefly or the strain on his arms was too much and My glass of water slipped making the noise I had awoken to. I guess I could allow a little sleep for My slave – he has lasted quite well so far.
Back into the dungeon for slave tate where I prepared some extra chain and some padlocks. Leather wrist cuffs were locked in position and the chain was threaded through his wrist cuffs and padlocked to the ceiling beam. A towel on the rug for him to lie on (don’t want greasy oils from his skin left on My rug) and I even allowed him a small firm pillow. I told him that I needed My sleep and he was not to be restless and create unnecessary noises with the chain or he would suffer the consequences of waking Me up before I was ready!
Somewhere around 7.30am I woke up. All was quiet in My dungeon… TOO quiet. If I am awake, My slave must also wake up! I walked into the dungeon, grabbed the chain and pulled it upwards to force My slave into a standing position. In his half awake state, he managed to scramble to his feet and I immediately began to torment his nipples, balls and cock. The excitement of the overnight session had been building up for hours for My slave and he was on tenterhooks. It did not take much teasing and torment to bring on an explosive climax but I was far from finished with him yet.
slave tate was sent into the shower to freshen himself up and return undressed only wearing his leather collar. I wished to have a shower and My slave would finish his overnight session with one more performance of objectification – this time as a towel rack. I had him kneeling on the tiled floor near My shower so My towel draped over his outstretched arms would be within easy reach. Before I removed My white bathrobe to step into the shower, My slave was blindfolded to ensure he was fully concentrating on the job at hand… LOL!
I was finally showered and having used My towel, placed My wet towel back on My towel rack and got dressed. I was now ready to allow My slave to leave his position and dress himself so W/we could make O/our way to My favourite eating spot on Chevron Island for breakfast.
Upon arrival, I informed slave tate that he would be dining on toast for breakfast with some coffee. I, on the other hand was famished and ordered a delicious corn fritter breakfast with poached eggs and bacon.
What a sensational overnight session it was with My collared slave but I was tired and had to catch up on some sleep in the late morning. A couple of extra hours was all I needed and I was back to My normal routine for the remainder of My day.
slave connor’s turn for a session.
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After having maid marian cleaning My house yesterday, it was slave connor’s turn for another session with his Goddess. Before W/we could begin, I had to visit the jeweller to have a ring resized. It kept slipping My mind and it was about time I had it done. Any excuse to have some afternoon tea while My ring was being attended to on the spot which I was not expecting. My good fortune did not stop there – since looking for a suitable black handbag over the last 6 months or more, I finally found a black leather handbag which fulfilled My criteria. What a wonderful start to My afternoon with My collared slave.
With two tasks finalised, My attention now turned to My slave. Attention was first given to pampering My feet and then slave connor was placed in a rope chest harness for some teasing and torment. My slave’s pierced nipples are now far more sensitive than they used to be and what a delight they are to play with now *wicked smile*.
Of course being blindfolded meant he couldn’t see what was coming. And as slave connor generously gave Me his purple vibrator to replace My dead zebra one, it was only fair that I should baptise My new purple vibrator on this slave!
My new purple accomplice worked most efficiently and soon slave connor was experiencing a fairly intense orgasm over which he had no control!
I LOVE playing with slaves and subs *very happy Mistress*.
An uplifting rope session for My collared slave.
Posted by: | CommentsAfter recent disruptions, My collared slave was finally invited to My dungeon this evening for his first session this year.
I love rope bondage and treasure every opportunity I get to apply and improve this skill. After all, practice makes perfect… even for a Mistress *winks*.
slave tate has experienced many different forms of rope bondage and this chest harness was no different. Instead of standing in full rope bondage, or being fully or partially suspended, I felt like trying him out in a sitting position with a twist.
The weight of his legs was supported by rope attached to the rope web behind his neck which also effectively prevented him from toppling forward and losing his balance. In this vulnerable and completely helpless position, My fingers began to tease both nipples and the reaction was immediate… lots of wriggling and writhing.
To add to his torment, I fetched My zebra vibrator and continued teasing My slave but that was shortlived as My vibrator died in action. Well… it was one of My first purchases all those years ago and I am thankful it lasted as long as it did. Fortunately, it is not the only vibrator in My collection and another one soon replaced the dead one *GRINS*.
Suspending slave tate’s legs in a parallel position should prove to be a most interesting experience for him, especially as he is teased and tormented. I wonder if I should allow him to orgasm in this position?
I was having so much fun with My slave that in the end, I did continue to tease slave tate to an explosive finale.
I love exposing My slaves to new experiences!
My week of sadness.
Posted by: | CommentsMy New Year was thrown into turmoil on the afternoon of 4th January with the loss of My mother. It was not totally unexpected but it did not necessarily ease My loss.
All I can say is a HUGE thank you to everyone who sent messages, cards and/or flowers of condolence to Me during this sad time.
My biggest thank you goes to My 24/7 slave for his rock solid support and to My collared slave tate who made My life so much easier by accompanying Me to Melbourne as My chauffeur. I was in no state to be driving under such circumstances. My slave has written a beautiful blog entry about this experience which I encourage you to read: A slave is always there to help.
I am very pleased to be getting back into a normal routine. Sessions with slaves and subs is the perfect tonic for keeping this Mistress’ spirits up and I have already had some awesome sessions since returning home.
Rest assured that disruptions to My availability has now ceased *winks*.
Sensational sessions to begin My New Year.
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No sooner had I returned from the New Year celebrations in Toowoomba, I was very happy to have some sensational sessions to kick start My New Year.
My morning began with a long serving slave and I had the pleasure of tormenting him with CBT (cock and ball torture) and nipple torture. I also introduced him to My new Electrosex Torpedo Plug which was a most stimulating experience as was My Electrical Urethral Sound. In fact, this is the only slave of Mine who has managed to handle the electric urethral sound at full intensity *very happy evil grin*.
My slave had been given a thorough workout during his time in My presence and after his extended session, I had a short break before My collared slave arrived at My dungeon.
I was in the mood for needle play and I had a great plan for slave connor’s session. Not only would he have needles inserted through his skin, he would also be strung up using the needles as anchor points.
The first step was to set up the pattern of needles in the correct position. To give them more stability, I opted to use 2 insertion points as opposed to the traditional single insertion point I more commonly use. 40 needles were enough for this purpose.
Due to intensity of this play for My slave, I gave him support for his arms by securing them by the wrists with rope to edge of the rope web first before placing the string around the needles. slave connor was then able to relax completely.
The next step involved wrapping string from the rope web, down around each needle head and back up over the rope web. I continued in this fashion until all the needles were strung. I did feel like a harpist stringing up their instrument… but in My case, My instrument was My slave!
slave connor was ecstatic and he could feel the tension of the string against every needle and any small twitch accentuated the tension.
The afternoon drifted by far too quickly and it was time to dismiss My collared slave and give Myself enough space to enjoy dinner before returning to My dungeon later in the evening for another delightful session.
My evening brought more intense play with electro stimulation, cock caning, flogging and cell popping which was a new experience for this pain slut. And not only did he want to try cell popping, his desire was to have it done on the head of his cock and naturally, I was more than happy to oblige *WEG*.
One line of cell popping followed the rim edge of the head of his cock and the second line was applied underneath the rim in the crease. I also circled the eye of his cock with cell popping with a couple of additional pops just inside the eye. The final mark was the letter ‘A’ on the head of his cock to remind him of his time in My presence!!!
It was certainly a baptism by fire for this boy and I thoroughly enjoyed applying every second of his torment.
