Double trouble with 2 submissives
Slavegirl M now has a submissive sister named Charlotte. Together they are up to no good… Can you handle 2 naughty submissive girls?
Charlotte would like to introduce herself:
“My name is Charlotte.
My silky rich brown hair tumbles past my shoulders unless gripped firmly in your hand. I’m trim, taught, and terrific with dangerous curves where they count – if you can look away from my green cat-like eyes to even notice, that is. At only 159cm (5’3”) you’ll be looking down into my eyes when I’m not required to look obediently to your shoes. My diminutive size also means I will fit neatly over your knees.
For all my life I’ve enjoyed being at the mercy of serious men and women. There have been several very real occasions when the power and control of a Headmaster, Headmistress, Supervisor, or Boss have left me wet and shaking. They always assumed it was embarrassment or even shame at some misdemeanour, infraction, or failure.
In fact my reactions to control are erotic pleasure.
Just why I’ve eroticised punishment I really don’t know. But hands striking my buttocks are a source of excitement and pleasure that rival and surpass actual sex. The swish of a cane through the air and the anticipation of the sting can steadily propel me into my personal orbit.
For me this is not play. For me, being spanked, caned, and (softly) humiliated and punished is an aspect of life that I can only satisfy this way.
And now I’ve discovered playing alongside another girl.
Beautifully attired and then slowly stripped by SlaveGirl M excites me.
When tied to M, our breasts and bellies pressed together, I love the feel of her jerking against me, rubbing against me, as our Cruel Tormentor strikes her buttocks. When it’s my turn, the shock and pain of the hand striking my reddening bottom contrasts with the soft warmth against which I am pushed.
What can compare to being lightly caned and spanked while M drives me crazy with the huge vibrator thing she has? Oh, I know… Being spanked hard enough to force me to rub my clit back and forth across M’s tongue as she lies beneath me.
A favourite thing: to be collared and chained, to sit astride M’s thigh and rub back and forth watching you stroke yourself to bliss. The feast for my eyes. My terror of the punishment from M for being such a wanton slut.
A flogging… holding M’s nipple in my mouth while the flogging makes her breast jerk this way and that, the soft firm flesh pushed against my face.
And then you do it to me.
And sometimes, just sometimes, I get the chance to feel a man’s buttocks against my palm as I strike. Better yet, holding a firm hot cock while M’s strikes force it to move between my latex-covered fingers.
Some of my new favourite things”.
Will you be part of the picture?
Contact slavegirl M to enquire about a double session now.
Slave M is tortured by Electro and Bastinado
I had recently come into contact with M through her web site, suggesting some themes for a meeting. Some of these themes were familiar and some she had not experienced.
I arrived at the appointed hour at the luxurious apartment she shared with her Mistress. M opened the door wearing only a mauve gown, asked me to remove my shoes and conducted me to the upper floor. The first room was dominated by a leather bench with pairs of leather manacles at each end with which a victim could be restrained. The pair at one end was attached by chains to a winch, the whole resembling a medieval rack. A collection of instruments of chastisement hung from hooks on a set of shelves on which sat other BDSM paraphernalia. The second room contained a St. Andrews cross to which a subject could be restrained to receive a flogging.
Having decided that the first room was better suited to the activities I had planned, M asked me to take a shower in the adjoining bathroom and return, where she would be waiting to accept whatever pain I chose to inflict on her.
When I returned, she had removed the gown and was kneeling naked, as I had instructed, which was a sign that she would seek to obey my every instruction. I went to the shelves and selected two weighted clamps. I asked her to rise and saw her wince as I attached them to her nipples. We were now ready for the first part of the story.
Electric torture with a TENS machine
As M had never experience this, I showed her the machine and its electrodes, explaining how it worked. She watched as I assembled the electrodes and attached them to the machine. One was attached to a sound, a thin stainless steel rod with a rounded end, the other to a small clamp.
I then asked her to lay face upwards on the rack, attaching her hands to the chain and her feet to the corners of the bench. I then inserted the small clamp into the entrance of her anus, and, to complete the circuit, the sound into her vagina.
I then picked up the machine and slowly turned up the power level. M stared at me, all the time maintaining eye contact. When M told me that she could feel tingling in both places, I then put down the machine, seeing that it had reached level 6, and started to move the sound around. Suddenly, she gasped I saw her eyes widen, which I presumed meant that the sound had touched her clitoris.
Making sure that the electrodes were still in place, I slowly turned up the power to 8, which caused more gasping, widening of her eyes and involuntary motion. After a couple of minutes, M begged me to pause, to which I agreed. She told me that it felt like having hot needles inserted. After a minute or two, I asked her if she was ready to continue, to which she nodded.
Soon we again reached level 8, so I decided to examine the effect of moving the sound around. Again, a louder gasp and a frightened look as it touched the clitoris. I then removed the sound and slid it along her pelvis and chest until it touched one of her nipples, causing an instant reaction. I then returned it to its original position and turned the power up to 10. I then said that I would leave her there, gasping and writhing. M screamed “No, pleased don’t leave me”, which, observing that she was genuinely distressed, I agreed to.
I then changed the stimulation pattern from individual short pulses to longer pulses, each consisting of several shocks. M immediately noticed the difference. In this pattern, the strength of the pulses varies. As the strength reached its maximum, the effect on M was spectacular, so I decided that she needed a new break. She asked me whether we had reached full power, to which I said that there was one more “hyper” level which she would soon experience.
When I was satisfied that M was ready for the conclusion of the first phase of her torture, I quickly turned the power up to 10 and then activated the “hyper” button. The effect was immediate and spectacular. The gasps became screams as she writhed in a vain attempt to dislodge the electrodes. Satisfied her behaviour, I turned off the machine and removed the electrodes. M told me that the final experience felt like the agony expanding inside her. I told her that, although the pain was intense, the current was very low and would cause no damage. I congratulated her on the steadfast way she had taken her first torment and expressed the hope that, in the event that she would like to repeat it, that her nipples should share in the experience.
The bastinado
The bastinado is probably the oldest form of torture, in which the victim is subjected to blows of moderate strength on the sensitive soles of their feet. M had told me that she had tried this, but did not tell me to what level.
I untied her and instructed her to lie on her stomach facing in the opposite direction. I attached her feet to the manacles on the chain. Taking a length of rope, I asked her to place her hands behind her back and tied them. I then attached the rope to the manacles so that her lower legs were constrained to be vertical and I could attack her soles from above.
I selected the thinnest cane and, with a flick of the wrist, brought it down, causing M to groan and shudder. I could see that, being inflexible, the cane struck the edges rather than the soles and would probably have been unpleasantly painful. I suggested to M that I try the tawse I had brought with me, to which she agreed. I brought it down somewhat harder and could see from M’s reaction that it was at least as painful as the cane. M told me that she preferred this instrument, so I continued in slow time, striking in turn from each side, so that the pain from one stroke had faded before the next one arrived.
After about 20 strokes, I decided to give M a respite from her pain, placed my hand between her legs and began to massage what I hoped was her clitoris. Soon, she started to writhe again, not to avoid the blows, but announcing the approach of orgasm. M asked me if she needed to have permission to reach her climax, but I told her that than was not necessary as I wished to observe it. Soon after I had resumed the massage, her groans increased and then she was still.
I then resumed the bastinado. At no point did M beg for mercy, so, inspired by the sight of her white bottom which would next be the subject of my cruel intentions, I stopped after 20, marvelling at her tolerance of pain, as I am sure she could have taken many more. Again, she had submitted herself perfectly, so I had no grounds for punishing her.
The whipping
All the while of the bastinado, I could see M’s shapely pale bottom, bearing a fading mark from some previous whipping. I untied her so the rope would not impede my blows, so that only her feet were restrained. I began by giving M a brisk spanking until her white bottom had turned pink, although she had told me that I could administer the caning cold if that is what I wanted, again a sign that, having submitted herself, she would take whatever her master decided.
I then began to cane M’s beautiful bottom, admiring the emergence of the red stripes as each stroke bit deeply into her flesh. As it had been successful in the bastinado, I replaced the cane with the tawse, bringing it down with some force and causing M to grasp the end of the bench. I then moved to the other side and repeated the stroke, pleased when M told me that she preferred this instrument to the cane.
I put the tawse down, placed my hand between her legs and began massaging her, this time squeezing one of her nipples. Soon, M climaxed again, after which I decided to conclude affairs by delivering 20 hard strokes of the tawse, which M took without begging for mercy, and, after which, her bottom was very red indeed. Throughout the session, I felt that M had been totally submissive, so that no further punishment was required.
The happy ending
After I had released M from her bonds, she told me that she would like to serve me in one further way. Kneeling, she undid my trousers and removed them along with my underpants. She then invited me to lie on the bench, and, having fitted a condom to my penis, took it in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue while stroking my nipples. Soon, I achieved an intense climax.
After I redressed I suggested to M that, because of the cool temperature, she put on her gown again. We talked while I assembled and packed my electrical tools and the tawse. I left with the feeling of peace that comes from an intense erotic experience.
Masters and slaves
All successful relationships are built on trust, but there is no greater bond of trust than that between master/mistress and slave. The slave submits to be restrained, aware that an evil sadist could misuse that trust to inflict serious damage on their helpless victim. The good master is aware of that trust and seeks to balance the infliction of appropriate pain with the wellbeing of the submissive. It is the most intense of all relationships.
Tied Up in Knots – Rope Bondage Breast Harness
Background: Sir David is very experienced in BDSM and Rope Bondage. Sessions are delightful and at times challenging. I am a professional submissive/slave and love the feel of restrictive rope tied around my body. Rope bondage is one of the aspects of BDSM play that I am very experienced in.
Sir enters the room to see his slave in the middle of the room, dressed in a sexy little lace gown which opened down the front leaving plenty of skin showing. No underwear is worn for Sir, as he likes to be able to see the plump pink pussy lips in every position I am in. I am kneeling up straight, head bowed, with knees apart and palms facing upwards as he has always instructed.
“What a delightful sight” he commented as he stood in front me. I could feel his eyes touching every inch of my body with his stare.
“I am glad Sir approves” I replied in submissive tone of voice, wondering whether I was to speak or not.
Sir then disappeared behind me. There was a long pause of silence. Where was Sir? He did not make any sound. Then in a sharp loud commanding voice, which startled me, saying, “Stand Slave M and remove your garment.”
I did as he wished. I stood very still and slowly removed my lace gown. He watched as the black lace slowly slid down my back, over the curve of my bottom cheeks and draping down my legs to the floor.
Sir then started to create his magic and wound the rope tightly around my naked body. I could feel the rope as it slip over my skin and being pulled firmly into place. When Sir had finished I proudly wore a rope bra, which made my tits and nipples stand out just lovely. They were round and firm. Very accessible for Sir to now torture and play with.
“Now for my pleasure to continue” , he said with a evil grin on his face. He then placed some clamps with weights on each of my nipples. They were left to dangle, sway and create pain when he pulled and flicked them. Sir played a while torturing my nipples and tits and finished with using a strap to hit each of the clamps off. He could see my body flinching with every hit and hear the pain I was in. This is what he liked. With each strike of the strap I let out a squeal and a moan. I was pleasing Sir and this made me feel so much better. When the clamps were removed Sir then placed each nipple in his mouth and slowly and gently sucked on them. I could feel his wet tongue slid over my nipple and flick it which was enormous pleasure for me.
“That is enough pleasure for you, my slave M” said Sir as he turned and walked out the door, leaving me standing in the middle of the room.
I always enjoy my play time with Sir David. He is particularly skillful in rope bondage and putting a submissive girl like me in her place.
A Poem for Sir Phil
I kneel still and silent in the middle of the room
I hear my heart beating
My blood racing through my veins
bound by my mind
and held in your bond
I strain to hear a sound
showing me you are there
but your movements are so silent
I still know your there
Then without hesitation I feel your gentle touch
as you caress my body,
I dare not move as you then strike
sending shock waves throughout my body
you are so close
and yet so far
Has it been an hour
or is it just a minute
time no longer has meaning
bound in this magical spell
put out and held by you
Is there still a world?
beyond the one I am in
or has it all melted away
with this silent calmness i am in
Trusting within
you taking hold of my mind
my body no longer part of me
as I take flight and glide
alone within….. I have a feeling of
total freedom
which is
complete within me
Extreme CBT by Mistress Tara – Hitting the Nail on the Head
Equipment required: One hammer, a few nails, a padlock, a key, antiseptic, a towel, a camera, a slave, a penis, one that has a ball sack attached of course – (slave H), also a cup, hot water, tee bag and most importantly a Mistress.
Recently I assisted Mistress Tara with a medical play scene in Sydney involving a permanent piercing/permanent body modification, a male slave, a padlock and his penis. A request was received from slave H that he would like to have a padlock put through his penis as a Prince Albert piercing.
OMG I thought, through the penis! No way! That is serious permanent body modification!
Mistress did a lot of investigation and research on this as this was not standard medical play. Luckily Mistress Tara has a medical background and so could appreciate that this was not a straight-forward piercing. What might seem to be a simple task, is in fact quite a bit more. There were a lot of safety and hygienic concerns that Mistress needed to have just right. When she was happy to proceed, she met slave H who flew interstate for this session. Slave H was fully aware of what was about to be done and was grateful that he found a Mistress that was very …..thorough….. pedantic…….. strict……. with the whole procedure, as slave H was very aware that he had a lot a stake if things were not right.
Everything had been sterilised professionally in an autoclave. All of the materials that had been sourced purposefully for this piercing were of the highest quality.
We started…..I watched as Mistress pushed through a large, I mean HUGE, needle through the penis near the top. I was waiting for the screaming, from slave H not me, but nothing. I felt like screaming for him. Brave slave H I thought. When that had gone through with no trouble Mistress then made use of her time by hamming a nail through his ball sac onto a piece of timber which was clamped down onto a table. Bang bang bang. This was now looking cool. Slave H was literally stuck.
Slave H had been sitting up the whole time with a smile on his face …. the whole time!!! This I did not expect. I will remember the look of excitement and joy on Mistress’s face. Then it was time for a cup of tea, for Mistress to sit back and enjoy her work … sort of a halfway interval like at the movies.
When the nails were removed from the ball sack, Mistress then needed stretch the hole where the needle had gone through so that the padlock could be fitted through the penis. After some pushing and pulling, and stretching the padlock went through just beautifully.
Any last wishes? ….. then snap, the padlock was locked.
It was certainly a lot of fun to watch such a extreme CBT procedure.
You can read more about this and see a full gallery of pictures at Mistress Tara’s website
Elderly Men can Still Punish Severely
Notes from an interesting out-call with an elderly gentleman
Background: I was called to Jon’s place so that he could discipline me. His interest was the strap, paddles and canes and some body worship.
I arrive a Jon’s house right on the agreed time. I knocked at the door and waited. And waited….. And waited…… I listened for any movement inside the house. Nothing. I thought for a moment I had the wrong place. Knock knock knock, again. Then I heard the door being unlocked and opened.
Before I could see the figure behind the door, I heard a soft croaky male voice saying “Inside and strip naked.”
I put my friendly face around the door and introduced myself and then proceeded through the doorway into the lounge room where I stood and waited for Jon to join me. Jon took some time walk to the lounge room. I observed Jon as a elderly man, who has extreme breathing difficulties from the little walk from the front door to the next room. He was clutching at this pants, which I find out later had no elastic to hold them up!
I asked Jon to sit down so that we could have a talk about what was expected and some other details. I was concerned about his breathing and asked if he was alright. At this stage I regretted asking him to sit in the chair as he was unable to lift himself out. Then Jon went to freshen up while I took some paddles, straps, and canes out of my bag, which I always bring with me and Jon had requested specifically. Jon returned indicated to me that we would be going to the bedroom for the session. So I assisted him with that and proceeded to take my clothes off. I followed him to the bedroom, at a slow stagger and shuffle. He was holding his pants up very awkwardly with his hands and, with some very heavy restricted breathing from Jon, we made it. I was seriously wondering if he would be able to follow through with the session. How could this little apparently sickly man have the energy to hit me.
“Bend over with your hands on the bed” he ordered me. So I complied. While he was holding up his pants with one arm, he grabbed the paddle off the bed and swung it through the air and “slap” onto my bottom. I was shocked with the first blow. This little old man has some punch behind his hits. Then another hit, and another. My bottom was nice and warm at this stage. He liked to observe his handy work. I will say that that did surprise me.
“Lay on the bed, I am going to suck your nipples” he commanded.
“Yes Sir”, I replied, and obediently scurried to the top of the bed into a laying position. Watching Jon trying to climb onto the bed with dignity, which was proving to be quite some challenge for him, I assisted in grabbing his arm and guiding him. He then plopped down between my legs and was unable to move. By this stage his pants were half way down his legs. So I then positioned myself so that he was able to suck on my nipples and I was able to caress his cock and balls. He placed his wet moist tongue on my nipple and lick and sucked. Feeling very nice. After a few minutes he then began to fiddle with the front of his face. He then pulled out his false teeth putting them beside me and continued to suck. I was laying there with one eye on the teeth just sitting beside me and the other on the cock and balls. I did not want to bump or lean on the teeth and break them. Jon by this stage was very engrossed in what he was going, and he was doing a great job. BTW, being bitten on the nipples with gums does hurt. He liked to tease me in biting down every now and then.
“Now for the cane. I am going to give you the cane” he said with some excitement in his voice.
With a bit of shuffling and a lot of effort I was able to position him at the end of the bed and give him a cane.
“You are going to get the cane now. You are to count each stoke and say Thank you sir, can I have another one” he said in a whisper as he was quite out of breath.
So I positioned myself and strike, the first one hit. I take a glance at him thinking you have some strength in you. “One. Thank you Sir, can I have another one” I said. Then strike. We finished with ten; and they were ten very good strokes. He then rubbed his hands over the welts that he had put on my bottom. Jon was smiling and his enjoyment could be seen on his face.
Jon was quite exhausted by the end of this session so I then helped him to his chair in the lounge room where I put my clothes back on and we had a talk and laugh. He was extremely pleased that I was able to help him. He knows he is a elderly man, not very mobile. He has these fantasies and was extremely pleased to be able to share those desires and needs with me.
My Pet Puppy Play Training with Master J
Master J just loved to make his slave feel humiliated and he knew that there was going to be some resistance to his planned puppy training.
Master J approached me slowly, holding a long chain with a leather handle on it. I knew it was a dog lead. As he stood in front of me he bent down with a evil smirk on his face and stared right through me with his eyes. He then reached out with one hand grabbing my collar around my neck and then went to clip the chain onto my collar. I pulled away so that the lead could not be attached to my collar. “I am not going to be your dog. I am not a animal” I said coldly.
Master was infuriated and with one push, pushed me flat to the ground and started to hit me with a leather strap which he always carries with him. He kept hitting me over and over, saying “You will be obedient and you will be my puppy.” After many hits I knew he was not going to stop, so I pleaded for him to stop. He saw that I was less resistant and more submissive for him. I gained my position on my knees, put my head high and let Master clip the lead onto my collar.
He then commanded me to crawl on all four around the room and he started to walk. I again felt very humiliated and wanted to be non compliant, but knew what he would do to me if I did not obey, so reluctantly I started to slowly move forward. Master encouraged me to move faster. He wanted me to bark, so I barked. He was enjoying the whole situation very much. I could see that his eyes and face were smiling. In my uncomfortable position, yes this did make me happy.
He then picked up a squeaky dog toy and threw it. “Go fetch, go get it.” He said with a tone of excitement.
For some reason I halted and said, “Go get it yourself, I am not your dog.”
I do now regret saying that. He dragged me to the middle of the room, and said, “You are going to be severely punished. I will have you obedient to me. You will learn the hard way.”
I could see that his face was red with rage. He commanded me to lay over the spanking bench and he then restrained me tightly to it. He then used the paddle on my already sore bottom. He then whipped me on my back and legs. I begged him to stop. But he did not listen. He was going to give me a lesson, that I would not forget.
After that punishment, I was a very compliant little puppy, who played fetch, barked, played chase and walked around on a lead.
Master J was extremely happy with his playful little puppy.
Master is looking forward to being able to teach his puppy lots more tricks.
BDSM Lifestyle Rituals
Yesterday I wrote about “BDSM Lifestyle Protocols”. Today I would like to expand that thought to BDSM and fetish lifestyle rituals, especially when living in a committed 24/7 D/s relationship.
What is a ritual? Do we need rituals in a BSDSM lifestyle? What do they do? What kinds of rituals are there for BDSM lifestyle submissives and Dominants in 24/7 lifestyle relationships? These are some of the questions that I was looking at when I was starting out. It was at first all very daunting.
I found that in the vanilla life, including mine, that I had rituals, although I did not see them as such. A ritual is something so simple as meeting the girls or guys every Saturday for a drink at the club or pub. That is a ritual. Getting out of bed every morning and going for a 30 min walk, is also a ritual. So I found that rituals are not just a D/s thing. There are lots of things that are considered to be a ritual and they are everywhere in the everyday live of vanilla relationships as well.
Rituals are an important part of a committed 24/7 lifestyle BDSM relationship. This is just my own opinion. I am not saying that I am a expert, I am just writing my thoughts for this blog.
When starting out I read about the types of rituals that are used in a D/s relationship and the BDSM lifestyle and found it all very interesting. There are many out there that suit each relationship.
I think that rituals can show and reinforce your devotion to each other, and to the lifestyle you live. I also find that they can remind you of your submission.
So when I think about rituals I can think of a few which have helped me learn much about myself and my submission and devotion to my Mistress. As I deepened my understanding of BDSM rituals it did not take me long to appreciate the significance of them.
Rituals are a set of tasks to do each day for a purpose or belief. Many, possibly most, can be done at any time of the day, and some may require being performed at specific times.
To me having rituals creates a special bond and connection and trust in the relationship.
Rituals for me show servitude and devotion. They are important for me for many reasons. They show respect and loyalty. It also shows and gives me the feeling of belonging. Certain rituals to me are also a way to worship.
Having rituals also is a way for me to show Mistress that I am her loyal and obedient slave for her use and this gives me a sense of belonging.
I believe that rituals should become part of your BDSM life. They should be part of who you are.
BDSM Lifestyle Protocols
I have word protocol a lot in the BDSM world and fetish scene; protocol for this, protocol for that. When I first read about this it was very daunting and initially I was unable to comprehend why such protocols would be in place.
I understood that everyone one and every relationship is different and that each couple or poly household adopt protocols to suit the type of BDSM relationship they have. I read that it could be defined as a set of special rules to follow in many different situations within your fetish or BDSM lifestyle; and that these special rules remind you of your place in the relationship.
When I was starting out, I was given a set of rules and instructions, protocols that I was to follow. Some of those rules were to:
- always address my Mistress as ‘Mistress’
- write in a daily diary
- when entering the house to remove my public/dress collar and put on my service collar on at the door
- after putting on my service collar to proceed to bathroom and change from my clothes public clothes into service clothes
- I was not to sit on any furniture anywhere (unless given permission)
This set of rules or protocols were a constant reminder of my place in the relationship and I found some of them to be embarrassing, humiliating, and exciting all at the same time. It was good for my mindset. I had read and heard of many BDSM lifestyle protocols and here I was very happy and excited finally doing what I loved to do.
The Ageing List
I was at a party the other day and there were some funny things said about “you know your getting old when……”. It happens to everyone, (thankfully not me yet). These are a few with a BDSM twist on some of the quote. Feel free to add some of your own.
You know you’re getting old:
- When you meet the same new people everyday.
- When the bruises on your butt came from a slide down the stairs.
- When you have to use your cattle prod to recharge your pacemaker.
- When you have to use your favourite cane for walking.
- When your nappy needs changing (but you’re not into age play).
- When going to bed means you want to sleep.
- When you think a Volvo is a cool car.
- When you consistently wake up with your face in your doggy bowl.
- When you quit wearing your teeth altogether.
- When the 60 year old nurse leaning over your bed makes you horny.
- When you forget… (I forgot what number 11 is.)
- When you see a riding crop and start dreaming about horses.
- When your play partner is the same person who gives you a sponge bath every morning.
- When you can no longer make the whip crack.
- When your pony play chariot is a wheelchair.
