Archive for February, 2011
My Valentine’s Day.
Posted by: | CommentsValentine’s Day started off with a session and I was inspired to focus on the colour red. I wonder why? LOL!
My collared slave connor was the lucky recipient of My attention on this special day and his back was the canvas for My work. First of all My canvas had to be primed and I spent the best part of 40 minutes or so using My delicious range of floggers to bring the skin to a suitable glowing level. A couple of leather paddles also worked wonders in bringing out the beautiful shade of red.
With My canvas well primed, I was ready for the next stage of My creation. A thin smear of Finalgon across the glowing shoulder blades would add some more heat on top of the heat from the white candle I was ready to inflict by dripping the wax into a heart pattern. I purposely left the lower part of the skin pale and uncoloured – the wax would be significantly felt in that area in a different way to the glowing “primed” area further up *winks*.
With the heart shape outlined in a suitable amount of white wax, the finishing touch was a red-orange coloured tealight soy candle. It was runny enough to add a lovely highlight to My artwork – almost like a bleeding heart *GRINS*. Despite My slave squirming from the heat, I managed to keep the heart relatively symmetrical.
At the conclusion of the session in mid-afternoon, My slave accompanied Me to Chevron Island where W/we relaxed and enjoyed a yummy late lunch with a glass of champagne (for Me). slave tate joined U/us around 4pm where W/we remained until just before 6pm.
To finish off My Valentine’s Day, I had an extended predicament bondage session in the evening which was the perfect end to an already fabulous celebration.
This slave was bound in a full rope harness, hooded and blindfolded. I attached a rope from his balls to his ankles and every time he moved or got over excited, his legs moved which in turn pulled the rope and increased the pressure on his scrotum. Tormenting his nipples of course did not help him keep still… *WEG*.
To add to his frustration, all he could do was guess where I was as carpet can be softly walked on without making a sound. Every now and again he would jump as My bare foot teased his cock or My fingers and nipple clamps suddenly tormented his nipples.
By the time the session ended, My slave headed off in a very happy headspace and I was ready to wind down after a wonderful day with My collared slaves.
My belated Christmas gift.
Posted by: | CommentsMy divine corset girdle finally arrive today, an incredible 14 weeks after it was ordered and is a Christmas gift from My devoted slave fortino.
It was definitely worth the wait and I thank My slave for My magnificent, albeit belated, Christmas present *very happy Mistress*.
More predicament bondage…
Posted by: | Comments…this time for My collared slave tate who also has very sensitive nipples. *Thinks to Myself*… “why not exploit that situation!!!”
The difference between the nipple piercings on both My slaves is the type of ring: slave connor has a bar through his piercings and slave tate has rings. Attaching string to these had to been done in a slightly different way and as slave tate’s nipple piercing was done years ago, the tension could be far greater than then tension I created on slave connor’s relatively new piercings.
With My collared slave in position and tied down on the table, I enjoyed teasing and tormenting nipples and genitals with My fingers, My fingernails and My vibrator. With pressure on the balls from the rope binding and the string pulling the nipples, it created just enough tension and the slightest touch with My fingers or vibrator was more than enough sufferance for My slave. I alternated between using My fingers or toy directly on the nipples with playing the rope like a guitar string to make it vibrate which in turn pulled against the balls and the nipples.
What fun I was having. And the best part… My slave was totally helpless and not only could he not do anything about it, he couldn’t even see what was coming!
I kept My slave on tenterhooks for AGES, teasing, bringing him close to orgasm, and then stopping, only to repeat this process over and over and over again *WEG*. Eventually I decided to put him out of his misery and he was finally allowed to cross the brink and enjoy an orgasm.
