Ms Poison and Ms Zea: Thank-you for the great session we had together last night and this morning. It certainly exceed all my expectations. The two of you are very skilled Dommes with creative and maybe evil minds. I must say covering the clock so I could not see it added a huge mind fuck and certainly made my last hour and half or more in the cage a tough one. But I did it. The relief when I finally saw Ms Poison enter was fantastic. I was starting to panic and was about ready to wet myself. I really enjoyed the different dynamic of the two of you and it was a nice surprise to have that longer session with you, Ms Zea after Ms Poison left. I certainly rank the two of you a the best Dommes I have seen. As you know I don't get this opportunity much but if I find the opportunity it will be the two of you I will call. If you ever make it to London, Ontario do let me know. Thank-you, pretty pantyslut

Review of a Double Mistress Overnight Session with Ms Zea and Miss Poison

Ms Zea and Ms Poison I wanted to write something about the session and my feelings. Probably a bit rambling but it was intense and quite an experience for me. I am at home alone still. Wife is not back till Tuesday night. I am enjoying a glass of wine. I put the cb6000 back on. It has not been on since Miss poison let me take it off to ***. She was so nice to allow that. I put on the red teddy and the matching red panty thong. I feel the thong running up my ass reminding me of how Ms Zea ****** it. I was being such a slut once it got into it. I actually can not believe it was well after midnight and I was tied to the table having my ass ****** like that. I wander what it would have been like to have *** in the cb6000 when you had the vibrating plug ** **. I was probably so close I just was afraid. I have never experienced that intensity. My mind was certainly all in a new place. If I had *** I wondered would that have pleased Ma'am or displeased. Would I have had to lick it up? Would that had allowed me out of chastity for the night. I think that aw the toughest part of the the night in the cage. Yes the cage was rescricting and not really comfortable and the chains attatached to my wrists ankles and collars restricted movement but my cock had never experienced being locked up through such torment for so long and still not released with me wondering if it would even be released in the morning. I tried at night to give it some relief. Even pushed down the panties. But the cb 6000 did not allow it and my balls balls ached so much and were so tight touching them did not even help. I think I actually took off the the panties hoping Ms Zea would notice and use the riding crop on my testicals. I think I thought the pain would actually be better than the frustration. I actually craved the violet wand. Maybe just on the balls as when Ms Zea touched the tip of my cock withe the violet wand--that was intense. Although I would take it anytime as I know how it pleases you Ms Zea. The pain from he violet wand was interesting. It scared me very much as I had never experienced it but I was glad I took it. If I did not have the cb6000 on would I have received more strikes to my cock. Mmmm might have saved me. Miss Poison's over the knee spanking was he best over the knee spanking I have ever had. The mood she created was fantastic. I think we could have done some much harder spanking with implements as I had I've for mark too fade but I understand why. The strap Miss Poison used in my hand would have certainly gave Miss Poison's pantyslut's ass a workout. The foot worship with Miss Poison was also awesome. I have never had foot worship to that intensity. Miss Poison also has great feet. I remember being in the cage in the morning having to pee so bad and she stuck her toes though the cage and gave me the option to pee or worship her feet. I had to worship them. Thinking back I kind of think it was when Ms Zea offered me water in the night, and I jokingly said I should not drink too much or I will have to go pee. I was doomed after that. Although I had a tough time peeing with Miss Poison watching. Good thing I sat down to pee. Thought it was the sissy thing to do. So just some of my feelings. Not sure if you want to here more Pantyslut

Review in Honour of Ms Zea

I have to say how great You looked on Tuesday evening. You always take the time to look smashing for O/our time together and on Tuesday, in Your superb leather corset with the addition of those wet look stockings and high heels, You looked incredibly hot.




Then allowing me the chance to worship those stockings on You, with Your legs encased in them feeling so amazing to the touch was indeed a real treat. Thank You so much.

If You feel You should need to add more of those stockings to Your wardrobe, I would be really happy to be allowed to help You acquire them (i believe they are available @ LingerieCanada.com or Nightshade corsets.com) both Canadian online retailers.



I was really glad I was able to see You Tuesday. Having the chance to play with You is always special for me but I had a real need to visit that exquisite place as Your submissive last week and it became much more memorable when You suggested that the chance to share play time with me was something You needed as well last week. Wow, that's so nice.

It is so very special to know I can fill a need for You as much as You do for me. Sharing play time with You always means so much to me.

And Your thoughtfulness last Tuesday in selecting activities that allowed You to keep me close to You the whole evening was very much appreciated.

You have such an amazing ability to read ones needs and then respond in the most appropriate fashion.

My back and shoulders, bottom and nipples were still tender several days later, feeling the results of Your attention to them was providing me with such a gentle thrill. So very, very nice.

Your surprise txt on Wednesday couldn't have been more timely and accurate.

i was thinking of You as i was riding the bus after work, stimulated by the pleasant tingling in my nipples and the tenderness in my buttocks and across my back. A very nice time thinking about O/our previous evening of play.




That sound bottom spanking and paddling followed by the intense flogging that You gave me launched me into such a great endorphin rush (as witnessed by my body's involuntary twitching when placed into the sling after the flogging). Out of all the activities that i enjoy receiving from You, it is that one which launches me into the greatest mind /body rush. If i go more quiet during the flogging, it's because You are providing me with such an intense journey. It can become so deep and on Tuesday, that was really the place i needed to be. Such an experience from Your hand is so very special for me.




My actions at that moment when You were removing my collar was truly spontaneous and occurred without plan. It was a reflex action, my chance to share in a moment of closeness with You following something that means so much to me, the wearing of Your collar. What might appear to be a simple act of removing it for the night has a profound effect on me, reflecting my joy in wearing Your collar and my sadness when it is coming off.

Thank You for acknowledging that moment of simple intimacy between You and i.

And finally, i would like to comment on what a fair and principled person You are. Not that i am surprised by this or that this is a new discovery for me.
This is who and what You are. Always have been. It is what makes You You and so special. And that is really nice.

Thank You, Ms Zea.

Suspension Session PART TWO (By Ms Zea)

As My favourite pet will assisted Me with the final construction on My suspension frame, I thought it was best that he help Me inaugurate it’s full use through a horizontal suspension scene. It has been too long since I have orchestrated such a play session, and I last did so with the use of multiple winches and pulleys. This was going to be fun, challenging and exciting—for Me and will!

After a bit of refresher research on the internet and discussion with a colleague, I decided that the horizontal suspension was going to be face up, and done with as little pressure points as possible. As it was will’s first time suspended and I did not want him to be in any discomfort; it was important that he be able to stay in the specialized bondage for as long as possible, and experience the fullest feeling of freedom.

The evening approached, and I was feeling a great deal of anticipation and exhilaration, as I suspect will was. will entered My playspace, and we greeted each other in our customarily warm manner—with hugs and cheek kisses. Will had generously brought a post-session snack of sushi, sashimi and sake, which was put into the fridge for later. Water was poured, and I instructed will to disrobe. I took My time getting him into proper “pet” headspace tonight: playing with his nipples with my fingers, inspecting his cock and balls with my eyes and hands, stroking his buttocks and back with my hands and nails…no cock rope or collar tonight; I wanted him to be as unfettered and prepared as possible for the upcoming suspension. In order to prepare will, I discussed how may feel-- both physically and mentally-- while suspended.

Getting into the energy of our joint moods, I decided on a final selection of suspension methods. (I wanted will to be able to watch my work, so the hood was not put on yet.) First, will stepped into My leather bondage bag, and backed into the suspension frame (still standing), then he was zipped up into the all-encasing leather, and slowly reversed himself onto the strong support of the rubber sling. He lay all the way back, and I gave some final adjustments to his position. Next, seven rubber bondage straps were tightly bound around his leather encased body, carefully positioned over the key points of suspension on his body—over large muscles and away from delicate joints, in a meticulous manner so as to provide superiorly balanced suspension (learned over years of suspending many men of many different body-types--from barrel-chested little people to wide-bottomed German giants). Then, I cautiously started the laborious (yet scintillating) process of attaching the ropes to the bondage belts, thoroughly stringing each of the seven bondage points to at least three of the eyebolts in the above suspension beams. After a final inspection and tightening of hundreds of feet of ropes, I asked will if he was ready—checking in if there were any uncomfortable points, cramping, pinched nerves, itching, or any other indirect discomfort. Will replied that everything felt great, and that he was ready—this was now almost an hour after we started the bondage-to-suspension process.

With an instant motion releasing the quick-release panic snaps , the sling that was holding will’s weight was immediately removed—and his weight dropped less than a couple of inches and remained perfectly horizontal, with the absolutely horizontal level I had so precisely planned. I removed the safe padding of a large ottoman from under him, and gently pushed the tightly bound body under My control. will’s body swung slightly, and my heart really started pounding in My chest—My endorphins were absolutely flying, as almost an hour of physical labour was so exquisitely rewarded with a perfectly bound and suspended body gently swaying under My complete control—BLISS! I asked will how he felt both physically and mentally; he replied that all was exactly as I previously described, and almost perfectly comfortable. He was able to use his core muscles to slightly adjust the points of suspension, and swing himself—allowing for the idyllic feeling of being utterly bound, yet supremely free.

After a few minutes of observing will’s softly rocking body and testing My knot-work, I placed a hood and some final suspension/support for his neck. Then, I started playing with his mind and body. Shortly thereafter, I straddled will’s leather, rubber and rope encased body, squeezing his torso with my stocking-clad thighs, enjoying the rush of power. As I had done such an excellent job of suspending him, I felt confident resting my weight onto his body. The suspension frame and ropes creaked imperceptibly, and there was no release of tension, so I lifted my legs, riding My bound and swinging pet much like a hobby horse. will asked if he may swing us using his strength as well, and I allowed him to. After a few minutes, I lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders, laying back against the ropes and settling into a delightful feeling of power, control, relaxation and joy. will and I conversed for a while, enjoying the feeling of reciprocal power exchange and a strong physical and emotional connection, until I realized that my strong thighs started causing some discomfort to will’s leather bound hands. Unfortunately, our ride would have to come to an end.

Surprisingly, will was in full mummification-style bondage, completely suspended for about a half hour (bearing my weight for almost half the time)! Not only was this testament to my skills, but a feat for will—once again he has proven that “My will” is stronger that the average man’s physical and mental limitations, and in honour of Me, he pushed himself beyond a man’s typical endurance. (Most men have only managed 10 minutes of traditional horizontal suspension in my experience.) Once I undid his ropes, belts and bondage bag, gently lowering him onto the ottoman, I removed the hood and looked into his eyes; will was completely and totally “zoned out” with that exquisite look of subspace bliss that accompanies all of our play sessions. (An equally important match to My feelings of power and happiness!)

As I had some extra time to do some more rope explorations, I allowed will to stretch out for a few minutes, then promptly put him onto the floor mat on his back, and hogtied him as tightly as he could manage. I thought it would be fun to explore free-floating suspension bondage in contrast with restrictive and vulnerable floor bondage. (Often, playing one type of BDSM play off another—complimentary yet opposite type of play—serves to enhance both activities, and raise the endorphins to an even higher level). After a time of nipple, foot and crop play, and I felt that the incredible energy of the session was just now starting to warm down. I undid will’s ropes, and offered him time to compose himself and freshen up before our sumptuous feast of Japanese food. As further evidence of our growing commune through BDSM power exchange, I brought out a surprise of fresh strawberries and pineapple, and will gave an offering of finely-aged imported Dutch cheese; we both brought apres’ dinner surprises, and they were perfectly complimentary, much as our play-time together is. Again, a spectacular night with will in our mutual enjoyment and explorations of BDSM play.

Suspension Session PART ONE (by Ms Zea's will)

An unbelievable activity.

i have been one very lucky submissive over the last several years. In the times spent in play with Ms Zea, Her enthusiasm and skill in guiding me through an amazing variety of activities has opened up my interests in such a wide range of BDSM and Fetish interests, i have learned to follow wherever Ms Zea chooses to lead me.

my first visit many years ago started with my outlining my areas of interest (which by today’s list, was a very limited one for sure). After that first exciting session, Ms Zea has led me to experience such an incredible range of play activities. At the beginning, some of Her suggestions did bring out a degree of nervousness and apprehension. Like when She introduced me to my first needle play and suggested She pierce my nipples. my trust in Her had become complete and that session was so thrilling it still excites me when i remember it. (Now i am a piercing slut, with Ms Zea having advanced me along to multiple needles, in various body parts, within a variety of multiple bondage and discipline scenes. Oh so Good!)

It wasn’t long before i would check in post-session with Ms Zea and start by saying “That’s one of my favourite activities now!” That list of ‘favourite activities’ is now quite long AND varied. And Ms Zea can still suggest new activities that really are thrilling for me.

Last night, She introduced me to the art of Full Body Suspension. W/we had talked about this possibility in the past, starting from the time She suggested that She would love to get me into full suspension (this while i was fully bound and mummified in Her fantastic Sling). She has recently modified her sling frame to accommodate full suspension and i asked Her to consider this activity. And last night, an incredible session took place.

After the prerequisite period of me kneeling unclothed before Her in obedient submission, She started the activity by explaining what i would experience when i was in full suspension, which was important as i had never been fully suspended before. Her description was completely accurate. Her process of explaining this made the experience totally enjoyable. The amount of work She had to do to place me in suspension was in my mind overwhelming. With Her experience and skills though, She whistled through it. She explained at times why things were done a certain way, asked often about pressure points or pinching, changed a part of the rigging to allow for my better balance. Placed on my back on the rubber body sling, fully cocooned in the leather body bag, tightly bound in multiple wide leather straps and then having the numerous attached suspension ropes pulled tightly upwards to the multiple metal rings in the numerous overhead wooden cross beams of the frame, She stood by and asked if i was ready to be fully suspended. i was feeling so amazing being fully encased and bound as i was, i stated i didn’t think i could feel better. Ms Zea chuckled and said “you will My pet” as She snapped off the metal connectors holding the rubber sling in place.

i dropped maybe two inches but the sensation of floating was immediate. It was mind blowing. The hidden fear I had of dropping, of the rigging suddenly breaking and me crashing uncontrollably to the floor slowly melted away as my body acclimatized to the feeling of hanging freely. My mind was awash with excitement, at my helplessness, the feeling of being sheathed head to foot in leather bondage, floating back and forth as Ms Zea walked around my suspended body, checking Her rope work while checking me, in total control of anything and everything that was going to happen to me. Ms Zea placed a soft spandex hood on me, and added some more suspension support for my head. Touching me through the leather body bag, Her contact with me not only added its own rush with Her closeness but She made my body gently move by swinging from the ends of the rigging. i felt I was hanging in this place for Her amusement only. And She was quite adept at taking advantage of my helplessness, ensuring my predicament was constantly changing. Time became a blur as I floated there, never knowing what would happen next.

To further use me as Her toy, Ms Zea then sat across my leather encased suspended body and used me as Her personal swing. In Her pre-session discussion with me about suspension, Ms Zea had covered the need to use my body muscles while suspended, particularly my core muscles to get the maximum out of this experience. Her guidance in this made the experience so enduring. After a length of time, where Ms Zea had relaxed back against the ropes and caused my body to swing gently back and forth underneath Her, She asked if I was doing “OK?”, my answered gushed out “Absolutely”. I wanted to be kept in that position forever. To be used that way by Her was breathtaking for me.

Ms Zea wisely gauged the amount of time of the strain that my unaccustomed body could handle being in held in full suspension. She expertly lowered me and proceeded to untie, unbind and unwrap my blissed out body.

I have never had an experience like that. After standing up, my body started to feel the endorphins that had been released, causing that old familiar twitch of excitement from head to toe.

Ms Zea then placed a full leather mat on the floor, smiled wickedly at me and said “ Now, there is something else I have wanted to do to you for some time. Lay down on your back on the mat!” After I assumed the position She had given me, She proceeded to use ropes to bind first my left wrist to my drawn up left ankle and then repeated the process with my right limbs. My legs were now pulled up, knees close to my chest, legs forced spread open, with me being full immobilized. Hooded, I could only hear Ms Zea as She walked around my hogtied body. i didn’t see the implement being used to trace patterns across my exposed body, only felt what I believed was the cold leather end of a riding crop (quickly becoming a toy of choice at the experienced hands of Ms Zea.) my nipples became hard to the light slapping of the crop against them. I must have levitated off the floor when that same leather slapper made contact with my exposed, shaved ball sack. But heavy punishment wasn’t part of Ms Zea’s plan tonight, She seemed content making me gasp and flinch whenever She made contact with a different part of my body. Asking me the rhetorical question of whether I enjoyed my role as Her plaything, She then used her beautiful stocking covered foot to lightly trample my tender spots and allowing me the chance to smell and worship Her foot through my hood.

Ms Zea started to untie me from that painful rope bondage just as my body started to twitch uncontrollably. She is so good at knowing when my limits have been reached, at times even before I do. During O/our post session unwind, I again recognized how really good Ms Zea was at the activities She chose for O/our playtime. Sitting there i felt the after-effects of those two amazing bondage sessions i had just shared with Her, waves of endorphins surging through me. No discipline this time, just tight bondage and total control over me when happily placed into the hands of such a special Person.

Wow. Another experience added to my list of favourite activities ;)

A Fantasy Story by Ms. Zea's Private Pet will.

A Fantastic Introduction to a Wonderful New Location…


After all my hours of anticipation i found myself standing before Ms. Zea, for the first time in Her new play space. And it really is quite a special setting: a tasteful, classy location that She has decorated with Her own very stylish touch. A most special occasion for me.

And as always, Ms Zea’s chosen wardrobe is a clue as to what role She will play in O/our session. i’m glad She chose to wear Her red satin bustier. Against Her fair skin and the black accoutrements and leather high heels She wore, She made a classic, stunning visual treat in that distinguished setting of Her new Studio.

Ms Zea starts O/our play with me in my customary position of respectful submission to Her authority. Undressed, kneeling in front of Her, eyes lowered and hands clasped behind my back. It still amazes me how easily I can be moved into such a blissful substate by something as simple as the closeness when I’m kneeling before Her, when She fastens the collar that She had made especially for me around my neck and then adds the tantalizing actions of playing with my nipples. It must be because Ms. Zea makes that activity such an intimate, sensual place for me to be that Her power over me becomes so complete. And it works every single time.

i have developed a newfound admiration for the versatility of the sling frame that is a major piece of Her play space equipment and the variety of ways Ms. Zea has utilized it with me. i have spent many heavenly hours bound in the full rubber sling in that frame as I was again Monday, leaving me open to whatever She desired. The actions of Ms Zea first using Her gloved fingers to explore my butt hole and then massaging my prostate had left me feeling so very much in Her control. Her skill and experience in this activity had me riding incredible sensations, closer and closer to but not being allowing over that crashing edge. Her expert manipulation of my bodies’ most sensuous part just kept going on and on. After what seemed like ages, when She started to use a fantastic P spot massager, I continued to float with those amazing sensations as my prostate was expertly milked.

It moved to a different experience when Ms. Zea altered that activity by adding the bite of a pair of vicious tit clamps on my nipples. i would venture to guess that those clamps were the most nasty pair She has used on me to date. Under Her skilful training, She has advanced my ability to endure ever increasing pain. And i do it because it pleases Her that i strive to accept Her play activities fully. With the clamps being secured tightly to the chain overhead, my nipples were painfully tormented by both the swinging motion She intentionally added to the sling and then by Her direct finger play, the pleasure of the prostate milking came at the cost of some severe shooting pain in my tortured nipples. It was clearly a delicious trade that She exacted from me. Always One to mix some pleasure with my punishment, She then displayed the intimate ownership that She holds over me when She shared sips of Her wine from Her lips. It is such an amazing mind space to be so fully dependant on Her, having eagerly turned all control over to Ms Zea.

my whole body still tingles when I think of that play.

That sling activity was so different to what i experienced when Ms Zea then removed me from the sling, had me stand while having my hands cuffed to the overhead spreader bar, legs tightly roped apart to the base of the frame. my nipples remained tortured with those biting alligator clamps but now weights were hung from my leather bound ball sack. It was while i was in that position that Her expert use of Her leather riding crop was clearly demonstrated, with two very round masses of welts forming on those sweet spots that She mentioned She so liked to hit. And the tenderness of my inner thighs to that cropping definitely provided some intense pain play without any great amount the exertion by Ms Zea. Her targeting of the weights on my now painfully stretched ball sack with Her crop added to the variety and intensity of the punishment I was being subjected to.

Her use of the black leather riding crop is so very much in a Lady or Governess of the House style, it being a graceful delicate looking instrument that can produce some immediate painful results. It complimented so well the attractive red silk bustier and the Her new classy surroundings. Like I mentioned in session (after asking and receiving permission to speak), the sight of Her hand on the black leather handle of the crop when using it was so erotic. I was mesmerized by Her actions with it. Plus Her frequent attention to my clamped nipples with the business end of the crop had me swaying from pain to pain. So much very intense stimulation, all over.

Ms Zea continued to build to that incredible session. She removed my arms from the overhead bar, then added the element of my arms now fastened together behind my back and then hoisted upwards with the frame pulley, in an application of strappado. With my head forced downwards, my backside was now more exposed to Her discipline. And the weights hung from my bound nut sack continued to provide a target for Her ridding cropping, to my continued mix of pain and pleasure. The application of the crop to a dozen vulnerable spots while i was positioned this way had me drifting along in continued painful bliss.

Then the previous amazing time of prostate milking was replaced by the forceful use of Her exquisite Red Strap-On, taking me hard and fully. my still secured arms had been lowered just enough to allow me to be bent over and on to the executioners table which She had moved into position within the frame. With Her hand reaching up and pulling back on my leather collar, Ms Zea proceeded to ride me, harder and deeper than ever before. i have never felt more like Her plaything, so totally Hers.

The mental and physical difference of that activity from my time in the sling was amazing. Two completely different feelings based on activity in one body location. The first was intimate and almost serene. The later activity, more raw, so out of my control, completely at Her mercy. And when, with Her Red Phallus still inside me, She leaned down against me, the feeling of the contact Her skin made with my back had the effect of making me surface mentally from one mind place, to identify and enjoy the contact with Her against my back, only to then lose it when She straightened and then have me fall back into the mindset of being taken again. Such an unbelievable range of physical and emotional feelings.

Ms. Zea had me firing on so many levels and still just kept me from massive sensory overload. That was without doubt, the most out of my control body and mind experience Ms Zea has led me through.

Then, being as thoughtful and caring as She is, i was allowed the chance to orally worship Her stocking encased toes while laying at Her feet. Fully enjoying the pleasures She had granted me in an incredible session. Then, She granted me even more pleasure by allowing me to touch myself while she softly whispered of a sensuous bathtub scenario that I had previously spoken of to Her...(but, that is another fantasy story!)

New Focus for The Toronto Power Exchange--Quality over Quantity

As I desire to share the best in BDSM for another 20+ years, I have decided to make some large changes to the way The TPE is organized:



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2) Dungeon: Offering My private, luxurious, extraordinarily equipped BDSM Playspace in a central, discreet, upscale and comfortable location. Therefore, I have set up My most gorgeous "Dungeon" to date in My uptown Toronto Pied-à-Terre in the elite neighbourhood of Forest Hill.

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3) Domination: Superior sensual adventures with those who deserve the most experienced, elegant, engaged, equipped, private, safe, upscale, and sincere BDSM Fetish & Fantasy experience. This means that the common "House of Domination" model of many Dommes and multiple rooms is not offered; while a more exclusive philosophy of select Dominas in a quality playspace are available to discriminating gentlemen who know better, want better and deserve better...

Gift Ideas (Thanks to Miss Poison for This Blog Entry)

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Incredible Mind Play (by Ms Zea's will).

my imagination, which is usually active for several days before meeting with Ms Zea, had kicked up a notch. i arrived at the directed time and found before me a folded piece of paper fastened on the door which displayed a simple typed command.

“COME IN”.

This was certainly not the usual start for a session. Removing the note, i opened the door and went in. Closing the door behind me, i stood alone in the foyer of the Toronto Power Exchange. My mind was racing with a touch of apprehension, uncertainty and excitement. Several pieces of bondage equipment sitting on the desk before me just added fuel to my overworked imagination. Opening the folded note, i was given further instructions. i was to remove my clothes, put on the equipment laid out in front of me, crawl on my hands and knees into the room containing Ms Zea’s impressive Throne Chair, and then kneel before it in silence.

As i proceeded to follow the instructions, the challenge to the given command would soon became apparent. After undressing, i buckled on the leather body harness, then fastened the fantastic leather Collar Ms Zea had custom made and bestowed on me around my neck, attached the chain dog leash to my collar, placed the spandex hood over my head and zipped it nice and tight. The final item was a leather blindfold, which when buckled securely over my eyes eliminated all sight.

In total darkness, i lowered myself onto my hands and knees and felt my way through the curtain into the Throne Room. It took a few minutes to manouver around the various bondage equipment by touch alone, crawling around in my darkened world, finally finding the legs of the empty Throne Chair. i placed myself center to Her Throne and presented myself as expected, kneeling upright with legs spread shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind my back.

And i waited. Wrapped in silence.

i tried unsuccessfully to pick out any background sounds but the sensory deprivation of the hood and blindfold left me locked away. Not knowing what was next. How long since i had knelt before Her Throne? Was Ms Zea even here? Time started to blur, a few minutes becoming dozens? The anticipation of the unknown in me was building. i projected images of Ms Zea on the blackened screen of my mind. Adding more excitement to the ever present feeling of the unknown.

After an uncountable time, i thought i heard the faintest creak. Somewhere behind me or to the side, i wasn’t sure and it didn’t repeat itself. Another pause then Someone had taken my nipple between Their fingers and started to pinch and twist it. Then both nipples. The Person doing this was now sitting in the Throne directly in front of me. Without a word spoken. The intensity of the pinching and pulling was increased and i had to bite my lip to keep from uttering a sound. They released them and a few moments later i felt something cold being traced around my smarting nipples. Which felt very good until what felt like the bite of a metal alligator clip being attached on the end of each nipple. The extremes between soothing comfort and then sudden hurt took my breath away, forcing me to again concentrate on not making any sounds and trying not to move (which just caused more tugging on the now tautly held chain joining the clamps, producing flashes of more pain). After much continued torment, They stood, pulling upwards on the chain between the clips on my now throbbing nipples so hard i was almost pulled up off my knees. After several moments, they let go of the chain and then pulled up on the dog leash attached to my collar.

Still without a word spoken, i was pulled to my feet and led forward and stopped with my front touching what felt like the St. Andrews Cross. First one hand and then the other was taken and fastened in the leather cuffs bolted at the top of the cross. i was then pushed up against the middle of the cross as the thick leather waist belt was drawn tightly across my back. Tightly bound against the cold wood, my still clamped nipples where now being pressed and tormented anew. i wondered if i would left bound this way long? Still no words were spoken and the identity of the Person dominating me was not known.

my mind didn’t register the whistle on the flogger moving through the air before my back felt the bite of the whip explode across my back. The flogging had started in earnest, with the whip being laid down on both shoulders with skill and strength. No warm up, just right into it. After a dozen strokes with the whip, my Tormentor scraped their finger tips up and down my back, tracing the stroke marks. Then a different flogger was used, first across my back and then over my buttocks and inside my exposed thighs.

As trained, i made the effort to pull against the thick waist belt and present my buttocks to receive the strokes of the flogger. This in turn pushed my chest forward and put more pressure against my clamped nipples, causing increased pain up front as well as my now stinging back.

The punishment continued. The Person disciplining me then used several various rubber straps and paddles on my buttocks and again used Their fingers to squeeze my now flaming buttocks.

As the discipline continued, i rode the resulting endorphin rush to a point where colors swirled against the darkened place made by the tight blindfold. Still not a word had been spoken but the intermittent sounds of the floggers and the straps striking on my now hot back and bottom filled my ears like music.

Even now, i was not sure who this Person was. Though it could be Ms Zea, there were enough things done differently so far to cause doubt. And if it wasn’t Ms Zea, who? Ms Zea had once brought another close friend and experienced Domina unannounced into a previous session (i was once again hooded and blindfolded) where i only became aware of Her presence when being subjected to a double flogging. THAT was incredible!

The splash of cold water down my smoking back forced a gasp from my lips that broke my own silence. The rubber straps and floggers stung far more on wet skin and as the punishment resumed the pain levels shot up accordingly. This had me now tugging harder on my bindings on the Cross as my Punisher landed the implements across my backside, first finding some barely touched spots and then striking more abused areas. Again i was getting lost in the rhythm of the strokes, the frequency and intensity changing as They had me dancing against my bonds.

i hadn’t really noticed that the punishment had stopped for good when i suddenly felt this Person up close behind me, massaging both shoulders adjacent to the base of my neck. This action helps release more endorphins and intensified the incredible rush of pleasure.

As i twitched to the waves of bliss running through my body, i heard a familiar tantalizing voice in my ear ask “So, do you know Who this is now?”

To be continued…

In Praise of Miss Poison (by "x").

We spend our whole lives struggling to understand ourselves. We Struggle
to get where we want to go. Wishing we could be who we want to be.
Defining success and happiness and moving towards all that.

A wonderful life has a much simpler and direct path. It involves giving a
small part of yourself, then more of yourself then all of yourself.
Eventually all your intellect, your heart, your passion and your soul
burns and begs for a take-over.

When I first saw Miss Poison I was totally seduced. She was not
interested in that but it is a tool to her. Her sexuality, her brilliant
mind, her incredible taste in clothes, the way she breaths, her incredible
beauty and style and grace gradually take you over. You feel yourself move
from the center and your only desire becomes to make Miss Poison happy.

At first I felt it. Then I fought it. Then I gave into it and now I long
for my role as her entertainment. I can tell you I was a totally
independent male. Now all I crave is Miss Poison’ s approval. The
slightest sign of happiness from Miss Poison means more to me than every
other woman I have ever known.

After two years, my heart still races as I approach the door. When she
opens the door I feel weak and humble but excited and longing. She is the
perfect woman to lay your body, soul and heart at her feet. She will leave
you breathless and starving to see her again.