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| Friday, September 28th 2012 |
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| Take my strap-on like a man |
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I love giving strap-on, the power exchange is complete when I stick my dick in your ass and fuck you silly. Watching you look into my eyes while I have my hands around your ankles, pulling you towards my prick, you tugging away at your own measly cock, looking at my tits heaving out of my top, making you want your Mistress. till you spunk up on your own body. There , who's in charge now bitch. I own you the minute you walk into my "Facility", and the most degrading thing you can do is bend over and take what's coming. |
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| Tuesday, May 29th 2012 |
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| Small dick humiliation |
Some guys go through life kidding themselves, some ignore the offending article or shrug off the affliction and get as much pussy as possible to convince themselves size doesn’t matter. Then there are those that enter my world. They know their place, they need the harsh words of dominant, cruel Mistress, to put the size challenged amongst us where he needs to be. No kind words of reassurance, lying to him to feed his fragile ego. ‘size doesn’t matter, big cocks are painful during sex!’ ‘Ask any porn star-they hate big cocks-they poke your ribs baby’
In some respects it’s true, however there’s the other end of the scale, the truly tiny! I’m waggling my pinkie as I type, you know the ones! I enjoy my important role in this kind of session! Made to stand before me and slowly lower the undies-usually baggy grey boxer shorts. Like they need to emphasise the lack of endowment with nasty undercrackers that dicklet almost rattles around in! The rest is not acting, I don’t fake the look of shock, or disgust on my face when I have such abominations of male genitalia dangling pathetically in front of my face. Sometimes eyes open wide, I gasp ‘Oh dear God, it looks like a dick , but smaller’, then I start to laugh, I point at it, a little chuckle.
at some point I realise I have to touch it, lift it, turn it so I can pass My judgement on it, and decide the plan of action. I reach for my ‘grabber’, I use my hand only when I have to. Treatment usually involves electrics to stimulate some growth, or jam it in the Robojac which sucks and stretches it in a vacuum. This is a purely temporary measure and only improves it while its being sucked. I spend many an enjoyable hour with the SDH critters, hitting their crumple button. Downside is I see some horrors!
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| Friday, February 24th 2012 |
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| The Corset-a new addition |
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My wardrobe has a new addition now. I don’t purchase stuff willy nilly as it ends up unworn, unloved very quickly. As you all know by now I love rubber and I collect all sorts of items in this glorious material. The other week I was browsing in Void for a top. I like this little shop, nice accessories, spiked cuffs, good belts etc. I had no real idea of what I wanted just that it had to be fitted, and must show off the assets-the top half ones! Lol. I scanned the room and my eyes were drawn as they have been before to their corsets. I have never worn corsets. They look restrictive for ‘work’-my real time visitors will vouch that I like to move about, be able to clamber onto the operating table to sit on slaves chest as I clamp the re-breather to his face, so have simply dismissed them. I’m looking at these lovelies in a new light. There are different styles, necklines and cuts but then I’m probably preaching to the converted here! I ask to try a couple on. It’s black, heavy cotton with a lovely embossed pattern-with about 20 hooks to wrestle with! Maybe best left until I’m more accomplished I think! Next I try on a red satin one. Just a dozen hooks to deal with here. The lady who’s very kindly helping me wraps it around me, lines up the loops to pins then stands behind me, grasps the laces and with one firm pull transforms a sturdy piece of material into this beautiful item of ageless, retro, old school beauty. I, like the corset am hooked. I’m in, my waist is even smaller-happy days! And the assets?? Ooh hello you two, up there on show yet firmly held in. They’re going nowhere. How do I know? I pogo’d in the changing room! A quick lesson in how to lace alone, and I’m good to go. I can’t wait to get it home, get into it along with some rubber to set it off and get Mr Z to take some lovely pictures of it. Initial reports say this is a good purchase. Better late than never!! Enjoy |
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| Monday, January 16th 2012 |
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| Spanking and thrashing |
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I had my spanking bitch over today. He likes me to look angelic, pretty, and like butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth. I love spanking, treating grown men like naughty little boys, and the control over them is total. I always start by warming the bottom up with my hand, the feel of my palm against wobbly bum is divine, as is the sound it makes. After the warm up it’s time to meet Mr. Paddle. The sound that this piece of wood makes when it comes into contact with flesh makes my skin tingle. Now we ramp up the pain level on his ass, a little harder and more frequent are the strokes. On to the floor with him, I need to be able to get more of a swing going, harder and harder now. The pink colour of his ass is turning red, and little welts are starting to appear. Now we need to concentrate the pain to a small area, that is where my simple wooden spoon comes in. How wifey do I look, gingham dress, Mary Jane shoes, pig tails, wielding a wooden spoon like some Stepford wife. But this little device has a secret, it has been used to make grown men cry out in pain, begged me to stop, pleaded with me to go back to the paddle. This beauty has served me well, and made men turn to jelly. Look at the welts growing by the second on his bottom. You know what? the dress, the pigtails, it’s all sweet irony and all that, but I feel too nice!! o.k for spanking, but I wanna thrash this guy, hard, but I feel wrong!! Change the outfit…Sorted, leather boots, skimpy body and rubber corset. I look and feel like a pain delivery machine! needs the right tools too. The thick, heavy leather belt feels so good wrapped tight round my hand. I raise my hand right up, right back, the mind numbing first wallop, delivered from the shoulder, controlled with a strong arm, down in a swift, ferocious arc.Bang!! The noise is joy to my ears. Several more, different parts of his ass. Who’s next…in random order I pick up the cane-it’s only purpose in life to inflict punishment to badly behaved flesh. 6 of the best, I lose count, I start again, and again! He wriggles, his red blotchy legs kick about, I even hear a silly strangled wail. I think it’s time for something else, and that would be… the dressage whip! Long, elegant and well, ‘whippy’. My onomatopoeic toy! I simply whip and whip him with this. It wraps around his thigh, the tip bites and begins to make little splits where the skin has been so beaten and weakened it gives up, despite how often and hard I beat him to toughen him up. The flogger does the same, it’s multiple tails spread and bite all over his ass and legs, a couple always sneak between his legs and try to take a chunk out his balls. An hour flies by, and my attention span all used up. Oh, and he has work to go back to. Desk job of all things! Now that I find amusing! |
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| Monday, December 5th 2011 |
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| Bondage |
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When a sub comes round to my Facility and asks politely for, amongst other fetish fun, bondage, I know I’m going to enjoy the session so much. I love the process of laying him down on one of the beds. He’s naked and feeling vulnerable, afraid, yet excited about what he’s about to experience at the hands of his Mistress. Maybe he likes rubber, in which case he’s wrapped in a large rubber sheet with a strategic opening to enjoy electrics or other CBT fun. Hands can be pinned to his sides and held tightly there with long leather straps, or spreadeagled in the lethal injection position: arms are bound to large padded arms that are fixed to the hospital bed. Depending on how I feel, I continue with the leather strapping down the legs at the thigh, above the knee and the ankle or I attach the spreader bar and do the ankle straps up tight and then fix that to the frame at the base of bed with heavy duty cable ties. Thick, leather posture collar attached to the bed keeps his head nice and still and just to make sure I tape his head still with black duct tape across the forehead and round the bed itself. I get through an awful lot, luckily I have a devoted slave that brings cable ties, duct tape and cling film…talking of cling film…..! I use miles of this stuff too. It’s so quick to cover a body due to it’s width. Pulled tight it’s a merciless grip. Often I use it round the body itself, it sits upright, I wrap from the lower torso up, all the way up, then the thighs down-mummified. Genitals always exposed just in case my CBT toys find their way into my hands. Mostly I pin guys directly to the table so they are pinned back and down. Those of a more adventurous nature enjoy the wrap over the face. They are reassured in my soft, calm voice, that there is no need to worry, relax and observe the calm dexterity with which I cover the face and gently form a tiny hole with a dental pick or a more ‘generous’ hole with a pen. Round again, another hole. A short length of rubber tube is pushed in an secured with tape. This must never be allowed to slip back into the mouth. A sub can enjoy darkness, via tape over the upper face or have a vague view of the surroundings and myself working on him by peering through the wrap. I can see his eyes following me as I move round the work area, which I enjoy. This is just the beginning…breath play? Out comes the black rubber re-breather, fitted firmly to the face as I move down and fit any number of electrical attachments, maybe I’m in the mood to catheterise sub and cause torment to his full bladder. There will never be a shortage of torment, pain, discomfort and suffering for my pleasure |
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| Tuesday, November 15th 2011 |
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| new rubber outfits |
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Here are 2 new rubber outfits you can ask for when you come to visit me. They are absolutely wonderful. The fit, the finish and the huge choice of colour combinations is all great. I love shades of blue, so when I saw the colour options for these I had to buy! My rubber wardrobe has now gone from ‘large’ to ‘extensive’ it’s my favourite material ever. The touch, the way it grips me, eccentuating curves, becoming more skin-like as it reaches my skin temperature. As a rubber lover I’m in heaven as I attract rubber fetishists who politely ask me to wear it for most of my ‘working’ week. |
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| Tuesday, September 27th 2011 |
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| Mr. G. pt1 |
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I enjoy taking Mr.G on his journey, as he calls it. Curious for many years, dabbled without really knowing what part of BDSM he was driven by. He just knew he wanted to give himself to a dominant female to be played and experimented with, willing to suffer pain, fear and discomfort for the pleasure of a sadistic lady. Come to Goddess, Mr.G!! Naked male kneels before me as I recline. He's ordered to greet me appropriately. He begins to worship my black stiletto, he's allowed to slip the shoe off and kiss and adore my tiny feet. Enough, now. Feet happy, they are ready to inflict pain. A swift kick to the balls, without warning lets this sub know-brace yourself-session underway. 1 hour of pain threshold testing whilst tightly bound in leather straps. The e-glove is donned for an mind, and genital, numbing 30 minutes solid. Then, hogtied in an upright kneeling position, I slip my latex hood over the head. He knows this, of all times in our session, he must relax. He trusts me totally. I will cause him no harm, I tell him so as I crouch before him, head to toe in latex. I hold his posture-collar ring, lean right up to him. A sharp intake of breath, slight groan of ecstasy at the proximity of his latex-clad Mistress. His breath quickens-"calm your breathing Mr. G" I whisper. I want to enjoy the sight of your hood gripping your face at every inhale. I'm also finding great amusement in his erection that is now even harder. Only so much breathplay, I move on...Hmm, that hard cock is now a hindrance to part 2 |
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| Friday, September 23rd 2011 |
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| Prostate Milking |
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One of the most enjoyable things about what I do is the ability to get a critter to do what I want him to, without him being able to stop it. Prostate milking is just the sort of thing I am talking about. By inserting my index finger into your anus while you are either on all 4's or laying on your back with feet in stirrups, and with a beckoning action massaging with the tip of my finger the little mound that lays just under the base of your cock, I can rid you of your sticky mess, but unfortunately this will bring little pleasure to you. In fact this is almost always accomplished without an erection. You will start to feel a sort of pulsing going on in you dick, while you might actually be enjoying having Goddesses finger up your bottom, the thought of me behind you controlling what you are about to produce is not what is causing this, it is the natural consequence of having your prostate fiddled with. Then without warning and with very little feeling there you have it, a pile of man juice either on the table of on your belly. If you are lucky I might even catch it and feed it back to you. |
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| Wednesday, September 21st 2011 |
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| Anal stretching |
Never tried anal or maybe you deem yourself an anal expert? Either way, Mistress prides herself on her excellent ability to make men spunk their dribbly loads all over her bench from her exceedingly good anal stretching. Within 4 appointments, Mistress would
probably end up with her whole hand inside your bottom. A nicely stretched hole looks excellent as Mistresses hand slips in only revealing her wrist. If you think yourself worthy then we might try for 2 hands. This has been accomplished in the past but the session took all of 3 hours to complete. The photo is of one of my stretching tools. |
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| Monday, September 5th 2011 |
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| Crown of Nettles |
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Sorry about the poor quality of the picture, taken with my iPhone, but had to share this with you. A crown of nettles for Mr. Nettles. I will update the blog with more detail when I get a minute but just had to get this picture up now. O.k I'm back. 1 entire hour of electro-sex gloves and freshly picked nettles had Mr.Nettles shuddering and twitching-a divine sight for GZ. The minutes ticked by, stems were used, crushed upon his hard cockmeat and discarded. 55 minutes later I hear "aah Mistress I'm going to.... " ooh, so you did! I did tell you were not allowed to make a mess, however it always makes me chuckle when my deviants get so worked up they mess themselves! You're no use to me now, entertainment value is zero! go clean up! |
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| Tuesday, August 30th 2011 |
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| Introducing Head CM |
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Now I should know better than to mention to hubby that one of the downsides of strapping a guys head down to the medical bed is that he can't see all of the fun things I am doing to his bits. Well that is a problem no more. From his workshop I could hear clattering, banging, slurping of coffee and lots and lots of swearing. When he emerged with a broad grin on his face I just knew my critters were going to be in for a treat. No longer do you have to imagine all of the unthinkable things I am doing to your sorry cocks, now you can see me doing it!!! How fun is that going to be! With a camcorder attached to a strap around my head (I know, not pretty but effective) and rigged up to my laptop beside you, you can see in glorious colour things being poked at, inserted into, electrocuted, stuck with needles, all real time and at no extra charge. Now how is that for value for money. As I keep saying, I am too good to you guys, but because I love everyone of you I try to keep things fresh and inventive. but be careful what you wish for because you might not like what you see. |
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| Monday, August 29th 2011 |
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| Gloves of a different kind! |
My electro-sex gloves are amazing fun. The entire glove is 'live' so latex gloves have to be put on first. Turn the current up and experiment. Mistress doesn't need her plaything passing out first touch, keep it at a level to get his attention. One hand firmly round the nuts or the base of his cock, right hand does the fun stuff. Fingers slide up and down the shaft, the firmer the touch the more intense the current, so a firm prod onto/into the japs eye has me in raptures. A muffled anguished groan lets me know I can turn it up. Foreskin is pulled back to reveal the delicate skin of the bellend. Let's put all 5 fingers over it, pulling the head, tips pulling at that lip that seems to cry out for electro toys to rub. Be rude not to! Turn it up.. I grasp the shaft hard.. harder. The critter is in real pain now. Wriggling, convulsing, gasping. Well, how ungrateful! I'm holding its miserable little dick in, lets face it, a wanking grip, I even slide my hand up and down, slowly. And you're whinging! I'll stop then! No?... you nearly came, you say? please go back to what you were doing Mistress! Aaaarrrgh! How badly does that mess a head up, doing a very basic sexual action with something that is pure pain. Making a creamy spunky mess.....so many do! You boys! I do love you. Really...I do.
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| Tuesday, August 16th 2011 |
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| Electrics |
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Electrics have to be my all time favorite things to play with. I have a large selection of electrical items ranging from anal probes to urethral sounds in various sizes, bands to wrap around your cock, and electric duel pinwheels that feel as though I am slicing your flesh with a knife, the miniature cattle prod to focus the current (and a subs mind) with great accuracy. The polarised gloves are a joy to use. Although these may sound scary, the feeling can vary from mild erotic sensations to full blown electric impulses that will make your body quiver. The 'Dipstick' is 6 inches of cold (or really hot) surgical steel slipped down inside your shaft via the japs eye. You may even experience a HFO (hands free orgasm) the blue bands on Continuous at 40% seems to be the sweet spot. I also own several control boxes so that I can operate on more than one area at a time. The sound activated box is cruelly random, picking up on each civilised note of the classical music I play and turning it into a series of random shocks. Here's C, a complete novice to all things fetish, however, loving the journey I'm taking him on. Blue band at the base of cock, a sterilised, lubed 'sound' slips down, I switch on and 'play' with him. |
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| Saturday, August 6th 2011 |
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| Colossus, my new toy!! |
OK, hubby has been at it again, creating more fun things for me to inflict on you boys. You should see him in his laboratory grinding, sawing, screwing, making prototypes for testing, and only when it is perfect does it make an appearance. This time I present to you COLOSSUS, 34cm from tip to balls of the most deviant of toys I think we have ever devised for your enjoyment. I am just too good to you!!
This huge dildo we picked up in Las Vegas about 2 years ago, and until now has been used as a hand held shafter for the more extreme anal freaks amongst my tribe.
Now we go hands free!! By cleverly adapting my strongest strap-on harness and adding a steel ring around the base of this monster I can now fuck your brains out, literally. Still being able to squeeze your balls or grab your hips while I pound this baby into you. Imagine the site of your Goddess in the strategically placed mirror forcing herself into you while you are bent over my bench strapped down completely at my mercy, no going back now, you asked for it, you will get the full length of him until you can feel it poking at your rib cage |
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| 12" of my cock up his ass |
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| Watching my sub fuck my pussy |
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| Making slave lick my pussy |
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