She Could Do Anything

Today’s session would be one of the most psychologically demanding sessions she had ever put him through. The subject had very little idea what was in store for him because his Mistress had devised quite a list of torments for her prey.  Now that he was stripped, his Mistress directed him over to be dressed in a manner she deems more appropriate.  She squeezed her slave into a shiny bodysuit with a large hole around the crotch. While sliding the shiny slippery nylon up her slave’s legs she made sure to teasingly rub up against him ensuring that he was erect and desperate as she described and hinted at what was to come.  Building up the suspense for what was sure to be a torturous afternoon. “I have a mask for you, it might work with this outfit.” She proceeded to pull out a black rubber mask with an opening for the mouth and eyes and two little holes in the nostril with some stupid looking ears protruding from the sides for just the right amount of humiliation. She pulled it down over his head and zippered it up. It was just ridiculous and creepy enough. “I love it!” she said, delighted. The mask made it slightly difficult to breath and applied pressure throughout the subject’s head. It also sort of pulled at his eyes making it just a little difficult to see but for now he knelt before her completely transfixed.  Staring up at her eyes, he was lost within them. The longing he felt was tangible in his body, it was an ache.  She could feel the pull and knew to keep pulling at it. Tugging at his desire and longing for her. Using it against him. He was lost already, putty in her hands.

Once she had him dressed she led him to the bondage chair between two green plants against a large column in her industrial loft space.  He would become another decoration in her play space. His Mistress continued to tease him, bringing him close to the edge while telling him how he will be completely helpless soon, bound to the chair unable to move. Though to be honest he was helpless the moment he walked in. She strapped the subject to the chair while caressing and whispering enticing notions in his ear. Slowly making adjustments as she went, making sure that the subject was completely immobile. The subject leaning back in the chair strained his neck in the hood to see his Mistress, his muse, his owner, his one true desire. Seeing this his Mistress grabbed a tall neck collar and placed it on the subject’s neck causing him to look up making it impossible to look down to see what she was about to do. Suddenly she placed a small tube into his mouth and she told him to inhale. He wasn’t sure what this was but complied, the vapors from the pen that was in his mouth were drawn into his lungs.  “Good, inhale and hold it!” she instructed. A few more of those and he was floating within the immobilized state in the chair.  Adrift from his body but totally present.  She began to edge him. Taunting him to try to move.  Delighting in the fact that he was stuck.  He was entirely at her mercy. Body, mind, and soul. 

The subject looked at the ceiling, it was just like at his apartment, a refurbished loft with industrial concrete ceilings poured the same way as these ceilings with the woodgrain molded into it from nearly a hundred years ago. His two minds competed for reality, he felt like he was hovering at home. Both here and there. But the subject truly only felt at home in her presence. Now when he looks up at the ceiling above his bed, he will be back here bound to her chair. Forever imprisoned in a loop of submission to his desire to be hers even when separate. No place safe from reminders of her hold on him. The subject is jolted back to his body when his Mistress administers a few sharp smacks to his balls and cock. Rock hard from her teasing with the vibrator and her words, her delicious words of how truly fucked he is, as she can do anything to him. He honestly feels too good pleasing her to care, he wants to do anything to please her. She forced him to take another few hits from the vape pen. He felt everything but her drifting away.  He was one of those cartoon characters floating along under a spell being led unconsciously wherever her finger pointed. She loved the feeling of power she had over him.  She could see it in the subject’s eyes from the moment he entered. Even before the medicine gained hold, its effects now only enhanced his feelings. Sometimes in moments like these it felt more tangible and real as though there was a connection between them that neither of them could explain.

“She enjoys her position of power high above him”

She removed him from the bondage chair and directed him to crawl over to the cage. “You will live out your days in this cramped cage, or should I say hours?” She shoved him in with a little kick from her high heels while telling him to lay on his back.  He did as he was told, sticking his legs through the cage and into the restraints she intended to lock him in. Such a willing victim. She straps his legs in and then binds his wrists to the bars at his side.  Again he can’t move, not that he wants to be anywhere else. His mistress isn’t satisfied with the restraints and begins to add heavy chains all across the subject’s body ensuring that the subject is truly incapable of escape. She feels it is important that the subject never forgets that he is literally chained by her. She adds to his torture with an electrical device inserted inside of him so that she can stimulate him painfully as she keeps her subject desperate for her. To add to the subject’s torment his Mistress sits atop the cage he is in and teases and taunts him with her finely toned body.  He yearns to be able to touch her but she controls every movement from what he can feel, to what he can see, to what he can touch.  She has him completely enthralled by her body and this deviant behavior.  Just like so many times before his mistress has him compromised by his weakness for her willing to relinquish all to her. This strong grown man begging to be no more than an object for her amusement.  She enjoys her position of power high above him.

After toying with her subject’s mind and body, bound to the chair, then locked in a cage, making his mental incarceration physical, his mistress released him and had him lay face down on the bed. “I think you are very ill, I need to secure you down to give you some more medicine” she said. His mistress pulled out some medical grade restraints made of heavy canvas and leather. Once restrained face down she mocked his pink skin and made clear that she wanted to decorate her subject’s ass to make it more inviting for her. She proceeded to whip her subject's ass until some nice red stripes appeared on both cheeks.  Her subject just lay there taking it from his mistress, thanking her for each strike.  Desperate to please her, he longed to take it all for her.  He longed to be her best submissive. Longing to take as much or as little as she wanted to give him. Once his mistress was satisfied with the designs she made on his skin, she laid atop of him, using her body to both hold him down and to tease him.  She brought a small white bottle to the nose of the subject’s mask and ordered him to inhale. “Time for some medicine, bitch.” The subject inhaled and felt his submission deepen, he was entirely in the moment of being with her.  Endorphins flooded his brian as she held him down and put the bottle against his nose.  She pushed her strapon into him. He took all she had to give him.  She sized up a few times as he relaxed and gave himself over to her and the medicine made him even more pliable than ever. His mistress thoroughly used his hole as he took her like the slut that she had turned him into. Feeding him the medicine and her strapon, his mistress was completely erasing who the subject was and reprogramming him as her bottom bitch.  He was primed for the final act.

Once his mistress had her fill of using her subject’s hole, she ordered him to crawl to one of her many tables.  Upon this table awaited a leather bondage body bag which her subject was directed to get into.  Once inside her subject was completely unable to move or get out. His mistress blindfolded her subject, she had him trapped all he could see was darkness. Now she proceeded to connect the bag to the hydraulic lift so she could hang her prize in the middle of her playroom.  “Struggle, bitch” his mistress cooed beside his ear.  Her subject twisted and turned and dangled like an insect caught in a spider’s web, encapsulated to be devoured later. His mistress laughed and spun her captive midair.  He had no idea where he was.  He was floating weightless, spinning in space, all sense of time had been replaced by her and his need to please her. Deeply immobilized and disoriented, all he could do was focus on her.  He listened to her voice float in and out as he spun around. She taunted him about his predicament. She could do anything…

Shout As Loud As You Want

The butt plug I had introduced, a three-heavy-balls plug, was already dangerously weighing on my sphincters as I strode through the Williamsburg neighbourhood that morning. The Orthodox Jews walking around me surely had no idea of my destination: my Mistress's new dungeon, located a few streets away.

I easily found the address, and immediately, climbed up to her door, terribly impatient to discover this new playspace, excited even more by the idea of ​​seeing Tess again.

She welcomed me with a big smile, her firm body was moulded in a strapless red latex catsuit, her black hair tied back in a strict braid. She was proud to show me her new additions, and while doing so I was asked to slide into my black latex catsuit, she then offered me a glass of Japanese whisky, or should I say, she ordered me do drink a glass of whisky, I would later find out why... 

Once the first sip swallowed, a leather head harness was fitted to me, with two side handles my mistress would soon use. Positioned on my stomach on a leather bench, firmly bonded by tight straps, my hands gripping the metal bars, my mistress removed my plug and began to work on my anus with larger and larger dildos, working me with frenzy, her hands pulling on my head harness like an amazon on her stallion. No need to say that I quickly started moaning in loud astonishments and pleasure sounds, and she seemed to enjoy that to the full as she whispered in my ear: “Shout as loud as you want, I want my new neighbours to wonder what's happening here, it excites me! ".

Once she felt my ass was fully ready for more, Tess had me move onto a black leather bed. A subtil installation was hanging just above, ready to torture me as she had imagined : covered in long black vinyl thigh-high boots, my legs were raised above my head using winches, my arms securely attached to the edges of the bed. A mask made of black latex was placed over my face, and a funnel gag was installed in my mouth, forcing it open, but allowing unlimited access to my throat...

She smiled when she poured some of her morning urine in my mouth, mixed, and what a nice surprise, with the whisky ! What a marvellous blend ! Oh, I did not have time to appreciate, as Mistress Tess's hand started to stretch my ass open : she had decided to give me another fisting...and it didn’t take long for her to introduce herself completely , so that I rapidly gasped in bliss, my body trembling like a leaf, my throat full of golden Japanese champagne. She then placed a suction pump on my penis, quickly finding a steady rhythm, controlling my excitement . My orgasm would be hers to decide, as always. So when permission was given me to cum, I had an ecstatic orgasm, my anus pulsing around my mistress's fist, my sperm spilling out in streams into the condom, my throat choking in the melts drops of her urine. She took the condom off and poured slowly my semen into the funnel, mixing it with her spit and a few drops of her whisky. Surprisingly, this mixture was very pleasant, I enjoyed this impromptu liquor with outmost pleasure !

Tess retrieved her fist, drenched my plug in the remains of cum, spit, and urine, and replaced it roughly. I had to return to the hotel with it in me, my wet latex catsuit had to remain on me, under my clothes. I quickly said goodbye and exited her studio.

I had to walk for over an hour, the plug causing me terrible pain, my mind completely focused on the control of my sphincters. And I still had my catsuit on, the latex making me sweat profusely, so much so that my pants became wet...I had the feeling when exiting the metro that all the travelers were looking at me and knew what I was enduring, a total humiliation…

Once in my room, I rapidly got undressed, unzipped my catsuit, and the plug immediately fired out like a bullet, spreading on the floor Mistress Tess's now famous lubricant. I was exhausted, and fell asleep like this, still in my latex suit, my penis hard and my anus devastated. If only the Orthodox knew…

-rubber slave j

Machiavellian

An icy wind was swaying the Bridge I was crossing that December morning towards my mistress's dungeon, yet I was not cold, quite the contrary, because under my clothes I had been ordered to wear my black latex catsuit, as well as an anal plug spreader...for she had warned me that this session would only have one goal: to have me fisted, whatever the cost!
Mistress Tess welcomed me with a predatory smile, her perfect body sheathed in a red latex catsuit, her wasp waist highlighted by a white leather belt matching her pumps...what a beauty!
I quickly undressed, keeping only my catsuit, then walked into her studio. She stopped me in front of the leather bed, she had placed 4 dildos there, all of which I should receive in order to prepare my anus for her fist: a long black one, a shorter but thicker black one, a long pink one even wider, and a last flesh-colored one shaped and the size of a fist! If she wanted to shake my confidence, she had succeeded...
A leather hood was quickly put on me, making me blind, a single hole only allowed access to my mouth. Tied very tightly on my back, legs and arms raised and spread, the heat was starting to rise! Tess had a surprise in store for me: she had kept her morning urine in a bowl and had since then soaked in it the thong that she had worn all night... It was shoved into my mouth, with instructions to dry it by my chewing. This immediately put me in a state of incredible excitement!
She removed my plug and I heard her smile as she discovered its tulip shape. I knew her, a Machiavellian idea had just sprouted in her kinky brain... But there was no time to think, the first inquisitive dildo made its entrance, easily, so she quickly moved on to the second. It was big, so I had to relax, but she knew how to do it, and I accepted it inside me with groans of pleasure. A few back and forth moves, then the thong that was gagging me was once again soaked in her urine, and put back in my mouth. I gasped, but swallowed this delicate nectar with delight. The third dildo appeared, bigger, longer, but the work on my anus was having its effect, and it quickly found it’s way deep inside me. So she smiled and said to me, let’s get down to business! The fist-dildo fisting was quite another challenge, and I had to work harder to relax my sphincters, and finally let it take possession of my ass. I was proud to have succeeded in this first step, and I was rewarded with a vibrating ring placed around my stretched penis.
Tess untied me, and made me sit on a sling, spread apart, the thong again dipped in the bowl of urine and put back in place. I couldn't see anything through the leather of my hood, but I heard her soak her hand with lubricant and open my ass...one finger, then two, then three, then 4, then 5, my anus was calling for her fist! She had to work for a few minutes, alternating back and forth moves with pauses as deep as possible. Feeling my last resistance giving way, she helped me by placing a magic-wand on my penis, this diverted my attention and she took the opportunity to introduce herself completely! My whole body was trembling, with excitement, with pleasure, with joy! A joy shared by my mistress, because yes, I now belonged to her.
I gradually got used to her fisting and she began to search me, while increasing the vibrations on my turgid dick. She knew that the orgasm would be quick, so she ordered me to cum: What a sensation that of my anus pulsing on her fist, my body arched with pleasure, my balls spilling the fruit of 10 days of masturbation without coming that she had imposed on me into the condom! She gently withdrew her fist, and left me like that for a few minutes, satisfied and happy. The hood was removed so that I could see what Tess had imagined when she saw my tulip plug: with a syringe, she took several millilitres of her urine, then my semen in the condom, and re-injected all this into my anus, immediately sealed by my plug.
I had to return to the hotel like this, soiled and soaked under my latex suit which I therefore kept under my clothes again.
A hug, a kiss and a smile of delight from my mistress, and I found myself outside. I returned to my hotel quickly, took off my clothes and slid the zipper of my suit to release my penis and my anus. I removed the plug which came out easily and for a good reason: it was completely covered with a mixture of urine, semen and anal secretions. This vision caused an incredible excitement in me, my penis immediately tensed, I could not resist pushing this soiled plug into my throat, sucking and swallowing these fragrant fluids, stroking my cock, and rapidly gasping with happiness in a second and equally powerful orgasm.
There was no longer any doubt, I now completely belonged to Mistress Tess!

-rubber slave j

Reunited

i arrived at Mistress Tess’s studio nervous as always, never knowing what She has in store for me. i am completely Her slave, She can do just about anything She wants to me. It is the ultimate privilege to be Hers. it had been quite some time since we had seen each other and i was anticipating it for weeks. To say i was excited would be an understatement.

Upon my arrival and seeing Her i was struck yet again by just how beautiful She is. Mistress Tess is a natural beauty, looking like the gorgeous neighbor down the street but underneath this beautiful Woman next door is a fierce and skilled Domme. Her beauty definitely draws me in and weakens me to the point that Her imagination is free to do with me what She will. Mistress Tess directs me to carry Her bag, we are going on a journey. i have no idea where She is taking me. Could be anywhere. i am of course incredibly excited. We get in a car and She directs it to a hotel i have very little idea what’s in store. It’s a beautiful industrial inspired hotel. Once inside the room Mistress Tess orders me to undress and wait naked as She prepares for what She has planned. The anticipation is killing me. Mistress Tess leaves the room and comes back looking lethal in leather boots, fishnet stockings and a rather revealing body suit. i am floored, if She had me wrapped around Her finger before now i am under Her heel and begging to do whatever She asks and She knows it. The power and beauty She wields is beyond compare. The experience of serving Her is like no other and must be enjoyed to be believed though once it’s over i only crave more and question whether it was possible that it was actually real because She truly is fantasy brought to life.

Videos from this scene can be found on my SP account.

Links below.

REUNITED PART 1

REUNITED PART 2

Femdom Resource Review 201

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A Session with Mistress Tess

Complete Control

I instructed “it” to write me an essay about our recent 24 hour session. Here are some of my favorite passages…

“I found myself in heavy steel restraints all connected by heavy chain.  Put on the small stool...connecting chain was locked to the platform...wrists locked up to the collar and down to the floor hardpoint so standing was impossible and my head was held down, and then the thumbcuffs. Steel. Unyieding. Heavy.  Cold. Objectifying.  And then you took my vision.” 

“Into the canvas body sack...edging...edging...and for the first time, you probed my mouth with your fingers. You can do whatever you like with its body - restrain it, display it, penetrate it, hurt it, give it pleasure...obviously including putting whatever you choose - your fingers, an implement, panties, a gag or food or drink - into its mouth.  Whether it is rigidly restrained, at "1" at your feet, or riding in an elevator, invasion by your fingers are a powerful expression of ownership, control and power. It can also, if you choose, be a gift. “

“To the sales woman: "I'm looking for a plug for him that I'm going to make him wear for a long time". As I stood by silently, you and she discussed alternatives.  As we browsed you made me carry the ones you'd brought, openly presented in my hands...and then put me at "1" (and for a while at "2") at the checkout counter.  The sales woman looked at it on its knees, still holding up the plugs you'd brought. Another customer stared. Again, humiliating.”

“You replaced the steel ball cuff with the cage with the blades...downstairs for a very pleasant dinner...except for the constant burning from the cage's ring (surprisingly, not the blades).”

“Rigged with the TENS pads, to the lobby and as I tried to deal with my work email, from far across the room you persistently reminded me of who I was with.”  

“What I reluctantly confess has become enjoyable is the fact that you decide - if and when and where and with who else present - it will happen and that you impose and control everything - how I'm restrained, if/how I'm displayed, being penetrated, stretched, and filled.   Humbling?  Yes.  Humiliating? Yes.  Degrading?  Yes, particularly with guests present.  An expression of your control?  Absolutely yes.  "its" job is to simply submit and obey.  Limits pushed, Mistress. Tied widely spread-eagled on the bed, the steel ball cuff and leash was added to the TENS gear, plus earphones, hood and blindfold. Edging and shocks, edging and shocks and then pressure on the leash that turned into distinct, painful tugs.”

“You turned down the music and made it explain, again incoherently, why it was there, what it was being punished for.  Blindfold off again for even fewer seconds and told to thank (and keep thanking) your girlfriend for jerking the leash. Blindfold back on.  Music back up.” 

“I felt the lock click closed on the Kali...knew the vibrator would be coming... both wanted it and feared it, knowing what it meant...that no matter how I tried to control myself, you alone would decide when I'd get hard...you alone would decide when the real suffering would begin...and depending on how you chose to simply move your hand, you alone would decide when the bite would go deeper and deeper until it was intolerable. It was excruciating and confusing and sexually staggering and totally outside my control and - wonderfully - totally in your control. The term sensory overload was coined to describe what you were making me feel.  I remember jerking violently against the ropes keeping me widespread, totally exposed and totally vulnerable.  Utter desperation doesn't fully describe what I felt. “

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Bondage Fun in NYC Part 2

Triple Bondage Fun with Mistress Tess

The Pedicure/Public Play

After I tied up my slave’s toes, I couldn’t help but notice the terrible state they were in. So he got his very first taste of Bastinado!!! I threatened to take him to a salon for a forced pedicure. Thing is, what color??? I let a little corporal punishment decide that for me. After I tanned his bottom I took a photo and told him his toes were going to get painted the same color as his ass. He thought I was joking. Next thing he knew, he was rigged with Bluetooth electrics, told to dress and quickly usherd out the door. We took a car to the upper east side, where my friend met us. I needed a witness and partner in crime. I also brought an old copy of DDI for him to read in the waiting area. That got him lots of looks!!! When it was our turn to be seen, my friend and I sat next to each other while he sat across from us . We had so much fun playing around with his electrics and turning them up to 100%. In fact, the woman who was treating him thought SHE was being too hard on his feet because he kept squirming and jumping. It was hilarious! At one point all the women were all giggling and laughing at him, what a lucky guy. After our toes were dry my friend went back to work and my slave and I went back to the studio for more fun.

Session with Tess & Lucy Sweetkill

Session with Tess and Lucy Sweetkill

You could not imagine my surprise when I arrived at Tess' studio, ushered into Tess' cage and told to turn around and that she had a surprise for me. When ordered to turn back around, who was with Tess staring at me from the other side of the bars, but Lucy Sweetkill alongside Tess. Both had sinister smiles on their faces. Lucy, who I had not met before, had apparently dropped by to compare notes and Tess told her that she had a guinea pig coming over, so Lucy stayed to enjoy the slaughter. I let out a scream of shock but wasn't given much time to stare before I was directed to strip and hand out all my clothing. I was soon removed from the cage and bound with heavy leather straps and suspended in a hogtied face to the ground position with my cock and ass fully exposed and nothing I could do to protect myself. Of course, they were just getting started. They applied weights and electrics to my vulnerable cock and a di*do in my ass and proceeded with unbearable torment until I begged to come down. Lucy kept threatening in my ear to fist me, which I begged her not to do. After being allowed to taste some of Tess' wonderful Macallan's single malt to calm me down, these two wonderfully sadistic women dressed me as a slut whore and had me entertain them by walking around the studio, If I did not saunter to their satisfaction, the electrics were still attached to my balls and I was encouraged to do better with increasingly harsher and more frequent shocks. The high heels, and then the boots with pins on the feet did not make my job any easier. Tess and Lucy were then joined by a vanilla gf of Tess' to make the humiliation more complete. She led me around the room on a cock leash and took pleasure in taking control of the electric shocker on my balls. The final degradation before Lucy departed was being put into inescapable bndge on all fours on Tess' bndge bed and relentlessly tortured with a di*do, clamps, electrics and a finger spreader. While I was begging for mercy, the ladies laughed in satisfaction at the torment they had created. This amazing session ended when Tess placed me in her leather bndge bag, put me into a totally immobilizing position, and played and edged to her joy. There were a few other indignities that I will keep private from utter shame. Of course, Tess is beautiful, creative and wonderful, but the two of them together, Lucy sadistic and playful, made it for a memorable session that I will not soon forget. Thank you to both ladies.

Age Play and Tribulation

Bullied, fucked up and degraded by Mistresses Tess and Alicia

I hadn’t seen Miss Tess in a long time, but we’ve always stayed in touch – it helps that we both have a thing for ‘Wolford’ – but flat out, she’s such a talented domina, absolute knockout and a warm and wonderful person. I had never played with Alicia, but was always intrigued by what I’d seen and read about her – especially this ‘bad-girl’ image that she exudes so naturally. Suffering for these two powerful women would be a dream come true.

After ‘checking in’ and salutations with Miss Tess, she got right to business. In a blink of an eye, I had done as she ordered, stripped down at the bench inside her door, hit the floor and made to kiss hello Manola Blanka heels. Permitted to look up before being slapped, I gazed humbly at her, dressed in her Wolford bodysuit and tights (OMG!) 

Tess tugged on a lovely bouquet of pink balloons and asked me how old I was today, on my birthday. With a general sense of where we were headed, I told her I was now 10 years old. A good guess as it turned out, as she was kind enough to have 10 balloons in her bouquet. 

The first half of my birthday comeuppance was a private family party with my mommy Tess and me. 

For my birthday Mommy was going to toughen me up. Always coming home from school being bullied, Mommy had enough of me being a puss and told me that I was an embarrassment to her. 

For the next hour or two, she pulled me hither and to around her studio – which is one of the most wonderful I have played in. Eventually, I was handcuffed face-down on her table (the one with cut-out down the middle). My body was strapped down and ankles cuffed as well. ‘Move around’ mommy told me. I couldn’t and sobbed a bit, just like a wimp would. I’m no expert in naming bdsm toys, but mommy then made sure I wasn’t going to wiggle around while she beat me. My birthday balls and weenie were tethered down to the table leg excruciatingly tight. Tess brought over 5 or 6 different whips and paddles and had me practice my math as I told to add up the count on six dice to arrive at the number of blows I would take. 

Eighteen! ‘Count them out loud wimp’. In between throws of the dice, birthday pictures were taken and she filled me with lots of her homemade lemonade. Once or twice I yelled loud enough to be scolded – mommy didn’t want the neighbors calling the police or complaining.  

When mommy had finished with me, I was made to lie down on her bndge table. From what I could see it’s got many, many holes (like a pegboard) to restrain bad boys. In this position, I my ankles were locked down. Tess also locked on something quite evil, intended to keep boys from getting an erection. Doing so would be discouraged by the teeth of this device. Even with a bad case of ED, when Miss Tess is crawling on top of you, especially in her Wolford, I felt the pain of the device. Double that when the magic wand is applied for sensation. She placed a little princess crown on my head, gave me more to drink and we had a short break before Alicia called to say she had arrived. 

This second part of our playtime was a lifelong fantasy come true. In fact these two wonderful women wound back the clock to when I was 10 and I used to masturbate thinking of being bullied by teenage girls. Girls develop faster nowadays, but I dare say that Tess and Alicia go way beyond what 14 year olds look. For all my fantasizing, I was about to be bullied, fucked up and degraded by these ‘girls’. 

I could write another page of narrative, but let me try and summarize. These bad-ass teenagers put me in diapers, wrote on me, made me go on their swing, pushed me and made me fall off. They jumped on me and took turns holding me down while the other would r*pe me. Alicia is beautiful, powerful and petite, but her fist inside me felt like a large man was invading me. She also used her very powerful legs scissor choke me while Tess put her magic wand to good use on me. I was sat on by one and sodomized some more. During this part of our play, they also stood over top of me, talking and looking down and spitting on me. There is something about exactly that image that to me, symbolizes female superiority. 

I was released from the pegboard and lured back to their clubhouse on the pretence that they were going to have me join their girl gang. Because it was my birthday, they had me sit on this steel chair, where I was strapped tightly to the back and my ankles locked to the legs in manacles. An IV bag filled with lemonade from both of these bullies was put on a pole next to me. The tube was inserted into my mouth and held there with duct tape. 

At that point I felt like I was in Reservoir Dogs Part 2 as Tess played a CD with some rocking good tunes as her and Alicia were about to really torture me. Cue the music – Welcome to the Jungle of Tess and Alicia. 

Tess brought over needles and Alicia had a staple gun. They also plug in a couple of hair dryers and curling irons. Turns out these girls play dice games too. (Note to all: Never play dice with Alicia, she rolls big numbers and that means more of whatever that’s going to hurt). My birthday balloons were stapled to my chest, legs, back; needles were everywhere by the time they were done, including through my birthday appendage. The IV bag was opened full throttle as the pain of the torture raged on. Tess explained that the IV bag needed to be empty before she would even think of stopping. 

When they had finished their initiation of me in their special chair, I was directed to the bathtub, made to lie down while salt was rubbed on me. In particular, where the curling irons had been love tapped (their words), it was a very nasty feeling. Now that my skin has blistered off, I have three very nasty looking souvenirs of my wonderful time with these fantastic, dominant women. I’d like to apologize to Alicia for running away before she could get her second love tap in. 

Epilogue: The lovely Tess joined me for dinner that evening and I was given the privilege of massaging her feet while she relaxed and read a magazine she likes. I walked her back to her car and said our goodbyes. Alicia, thank you so much for ganging up with Miss Tess. You both are the type of girls I have always wanted to be bullied by. 

Patient J Visits the PALI

Patient J is now a permanent resident at the PALI (Pennsylvania Lunatic Institution), due to his incurable mental disorder and violent behavior. After he was captured, medicated and immobilized, Nurse Ava and I began his treatments. Everything is going to be completely controlled fro J now, including his food intake and bodily functions. Some of the things his daily regimen will consist of are: severe electrotherapy, hydrotherapy and mind control. There is no escaping for J since the PALI has a state of the art maximum security system like no other in the country. We hope that after a few years we can start to learn from J so that we can help others with mental disease such as his.

-Nurse Tess

Domination At Its Finest Indeed

During a recent trip to NYC, I was privileged to session once again with Mistress Tess. An interesting twist here, my previous sessions with her were double domme sessions that included my partner. So, this was my first solo scene with Miss Tess and that made it all the more intense- like we both had been partially denied in the past. 

Rather than write a review of our play (it was fabulous in every respect), I wanted to shout out a few things I've come to enjoy through knowing and playing with her these past couple of years. 

Mistress Tess... first there's her beauty...scorching hot on the outside, the most warm, thoughtful and professional person inside. Wolf in sheep's clothing analogy suits her- she is stunning and will charm the pants off you and then wham, debase and torture you to, and beyond your wildest fantasy. Tess demands and deserves respect, she most definitely has a loyal and deep following, but makes it clear that your submission to her is personal and appreciated. To a great extent, my enjoyment of surrender is to please my dominant and when it comes to Tess, I know if I do my very best to be good, everything gets turned up another notch. 

Her sense of fashion and how she wears it, is mouth-watering. Her playspace is superb. Her toys and instruments of bondage and torture extensive. 

I consider myself lucky to have met, played and come to know Miss Tess and thank her for all that comes with that.

Blue-Ribbon Tanning

My mischievous little g recently got a blue-ribbon tanning on his bare behind! It was SO well deserved!! Our meeting came in two parts- Friday night pasting and Sunday morning inspection. When I entered his hotel room Friday night, I laid out all the implements neatly on the bed. I then proceeded to tell g what I had in mind for his pallid and rascally bottom. I next ordered him to strip, pour me some champagne and lay face down on the bed while I changed. When I reentered the room, I was dressed to the nines in some decadent black lace,. Revved up and ready to go, the games began. The rest is history and poor little g was eventually left vanquished and exhausted. My work was done, I was very pleased. I told g I would be back early Sunday morning to inspect him. I wanted to make sure he left NYC bruised and marked. If his bottom did not meet my standards, he would get canned again with no mercy. Oh how he begged for clemency. As Sunday morning rolled around, I found myself heading back to g’s hotel with nothing but various canes in tote. I was prepared to give him more, but to my surprise, his bottom looked quite exemplary. Marks, bruises, welts, a touch of gore. He got off easy…this time around!