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Footstool with a twist.
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What better way to spend Anzac Day afternoon than putting My feet up and relaxing with a book! Some rope, a blindfold and a ball gag was all I needed to create a very comfortable footstool, fit for a Goddess.
How did My collared slave feel? Read his version here *smiles*.
Objectification for slave connor.
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My slave’s previous session 2 weeks ago incorporated some fun new bondage with Arm Gauntlets and a Good Luck Knot Harness. With ball gag and blindfold in place, his nipples were perfectly exposed to plenty of torment from My wicked fingers and he was helpless to stop it. Both My boys were most fortunate to experience a double rope bondage session a few days after that which was so much fun.
For this session with slave connor I decided to do something a little different with My collared slave. Instead of a typical dungeon session, he would experience the more tedious side of being My slave by having to do some rather boring tasks. There were little jobs which needed doing and had been put off for a number of reasons and they now HAD to be done.
Attending to My feet, cleaning and polishing My leather boots as well as tidying My kitchen were on My “to do” list. With those jobs out of the way, I was in the mood to have a relaxing bath. slave connor was sent to draw My bath for Me and then he would experience some objectification by being My towel rack… blindfolded naturally! My collared slaves are not given the privilege of observing their Goddess fully naked!
Towel rack objectification is not easy as you might imagine. A towel rack must be very still , maintaining arms outstretched keeping My bath towel from touching the ground and all this as you kneel on a tiled floor and wear a blindfold which in itself changes your sense of balance.
slave connor did very well and lasted 20 minutes in this position without flinching. As I had not quite finished soaking in My wonderful hot bath which My slave had drawn at a perfect temperature, I allowed him to stand for the remaining few minutes as his legs began cramping.
I had the most relaxing afternoon and slave connor thoroughly enjoyed another objectification experience.
An interesting few days.
Posted by: | CommentsMy time over the last few days has been filled with some wonderful erotic tease, tease & denial, and over the knee spanking sessions.
I have also been filling My collared slave’s calendar with cleaning tasks to do in his own unit as he has been struggling to find the motivation to do much cleaning, let alone doing it regularly! In fact slave tate’s life will be totally transformed as I take control of his cleaning tasks and decide when and what cleaning will take place in any given week or any given day… given by Me of course… *winks*.
maid marian has continued to fulfil her cleaning duties, and without incurring any further transgression points so far. I wonder how long that will last? Only time will tell – LOL!
With the number of transgression points reduced this month before a caning is incurred, My maid has been most conscious of avoiding making mistakes. The transgression book has been such a delightful incentive for My sissy maid *GRINS*.
Another fabulous week to look forward to *happy smile*.
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 overnight session.
Posted by: | CommentsA long awaited extended session for My collared slave which is an annual event for him. This year W/we began with dinner at an Indian Restaurant before heading back to My dungeon for his overnight session.
My new leather leg and arm binders, leather belt and leather corset posture collar were waiting to be baptised. slave connor has not experienced objectification before so this was the perfect setting for such an introduction.
When he had been placed into the leather pieces, I strapped his legs together, tied his forearms with rope so they would not separate and this created the perfect space for My slave to securely hold the glass vase in position with the decorative branches of lights. I made Myself comfortable on My chaise longues and watched a DVD for half an hour as slave connor stood perfectly still. After all, decorations don’t generally move so twitching was not permitted.
Considering this was a first effort for My slave, he performed his objectification role with aplomb.
I released My slave from this position but kept him in the leather gear. I wanted him on his back on the floor, spread out before Me. Nipples were to be in easy reach of My fingers as his pierced nipples are healed enough by now for some light nipple play. How sensitive would they be I wonder?
It did not take Me long to discover that slave connor’s nipples are much more sensitive than they were previously. Such joy to behold… all those divine little quivers as I lightly torment and touch on and around his nipples. This was going to be a fabulously fun night *WEG*.
It seemed as though I had been teasing those ultra sensitive nipples for hours and I had been doing it for a very long time. Not continuously mind you, but enough for the short reprieves to feel as though they were nowhere near long enough!
When I finally decided to end that torment, My slave was so sensitized, I wondered if he would be able to snatch any sleep. I needed a couple of hours of rest so it was now bedtime. The leather gear was undone and removed and I opted to create some pyjamas for My slave using bondage tape, wrapping it above and below his nipples and another band above and below his genitals. Not too restrictive so as to allow a little movement but he would certainly know he was wearing it.
slave connor was instructed to lie on the floor in My dungeon where I placed the Head Immobilization Harness on him and secured that to the beam on the wall. My slave would not be moving around too much. A light blanket covered him to keep him warm and I then disappeared to My comfy bed in the lounge room.
A couple of hours later I awoke, ready to torment My slave in his slumber. I tip-toed into My dungeon and without warning, grabbed both nipples with My fingers which startled My slave out of his deep sleep. There was an instantaneous repercussion as he thrashed himself to one side, My fingers held onto his nipples more firmly to which he adeptly responded by swinging back in order to alleviate the pressure. slave connor soon became very alert… LOL.
This further torment lasted at least half an hour after which I allowed him to get some more sleep. I repeated this process twice more, the third occasion being at approximately 7am. By this stage he was so worked up and excited having been teased and tormented for hours that I finally ended his frustration and allowed him to have an orgasm. What a generous Mistress! Now slave connor would freshen himself up with a shower and then prepare My delicious breakfast of Salmon Crepes with Danish Feta and Rocket. What a fantastic way to end a sensational overnight session. Definitely a memorable one for My collared slave.
