A FANTASY REQUEST (Written in supplication to Miss Poison).

Thank You for allowing me to express my desires.

i know that in the past You have allowed me to have the illusion of drinking Your golden nectar... i don't know why i want to drink Your urine but i really do.

i have also fantasized about pleasuring You in any and every way You demand, for as long as You commanded me.

i've fantasized about sucking Your used personal products until it was totally clean while You whipped me, and if i stopped before it was perfectly clean You would punish me by dripping hot wax on my cock then You would place it back in my mouth and whip the wax off my cock.

i've dreamt that You were interrogating me and every wrong answer got a severe slap to the face or a kick or punch to my balls.

i've dreamt that You were a sadistic Dr. torturing me with pins, that spiked wheel (i love that) sticking a rod down my penis so that i felt it for days to come every time i peed, and of course raping me with Your cock.

i realize that these might be way over the top...

i know that You know i love worshiping Your feet and toes.

i Love it when i am worshiping Your feet that i can see You smiling evilly while You non-challantly whip my cock and balls.

i want to be Your slave, Your dog, Your plaything.

Above all i want so very badly to serve You better than any slave You have ever had.

i worship You with all my heart!

A Very Successful Scrotal Inflation Treatment (Submitted in Honour of Dr Zea).

Hello Doctor Zea-

Just wanted to send you a quick follow up after our visit.

As prescribed by you on Monday night, (in addition to the self-stimulation I engaged in immediately after the scrotal injection), I ejaculated frequently after our visit including twice yet (again) on Monday night, once with a beautiful masseuse on the way home who was very impressed by my large scrotum and rock hard erection that I achieved not long after our visit. I also masturbated after I got home that evening with a very impressive erection once again.

I masturbated 3 times each of the next 2 days as well. By Wednesday evening, my testicles were back to basically their normal size so it took approximately 2 days for everything to be reabsorbed...I actually am missing my inflated scrotum and 'chubby' penis shaft at this point!! I wonder if the frequent ejaculation sped the process of re-absorbing the saline?

As an aside, one very interesting side-effect that seemed to occur was that I would continuously become erect (and as with when I saw you, the erections were very full and hard) while sitting down, whether in the car or at the office...almost every time, which I'm thinking must have been due to the additional mass and therefore pressure down there...it was really amazing and had never happened before like that. In addition, my morning erections were just rock hard, even more than normal.

Anyway, all (unfortunately!!!) seems to be back to normal now, but the medical tests did seem to be a success.

Thanks very much for the wonderul visit and I look forward to seeing the photos taken and to our next visit. I look forward to thoughts you may have on further recommendations for testing, additional saline dosages (if deemed appropriate), etc. Of course, I'd also be willing to be used as training for other students at your medical facility if you feel this would be beneficial.

All the best.

Spy / Interrogation FANTASY (submitted in Honour of Miss Poison)

To : Expert interrogator Poison

From : Security Headquarters


Attention:This is a long e-mail but contains alot of important information.

Interrogation Expert Poison,

This memo contains important information for your preparation of interrogation of recently captured spy - codenamed "Blue Tiger".

The spy has knowledge of the location of classified intelligence information. The information is the specific address in the city of Toronto which is used as a safe house for top agents.

So far, our standard interrogation techniques have failed to uncover this information and so, due to the extreme importance of obtaining this information, your very special and effective skills and experience are required.

While failing to break the subject, our interrogation sessions have revealed much about the subjects likes and dislikes and this information is included for your analysis.

In addition, the bio tests show that, like all other subjects we have sent to you in the past, your saliva's very special chemistry will work like a very powerful narcotic on him. While not powerful enough to get him to reveal the secret information, it will make him easy to control, and amenable to following your instructions.

He may initially resist your attempts to give him the first dosage but we are certain you will be able to convince him.

Our counter-intelligence operation and preliminary interrogation of the prisoner has obtained a profile which contains critical information regarding the individual's profile, strengths, weaknesses, likes and dislikes.

As always, you are free to proceed as you see fit. The information is provided for you to use as you see fit.

Prisoner Profile:

Code Name : Blue Tiger

Personality : Strong willed and very resistant to direct pain coercion. A strong sense of duty and loyalty to his organization. Strong and ever increasing sense of self-esteem and self-worth; Direct pain therapy has been only moderately successful.

The subject is, however, particularly susceptible to more subtle and coersive techniques. Subject has a particular vulnerability to torture combined with strategically added support, comfort and visual stimulus.

IMPORTANT! Regardless of the prisoner's particular likes and dislikes:

YOU ARE FULLY AUTHORIZED AND IN FACT ENCOURAGED TO USE ANY AND ALL TECHNIQUES AS YOU SEE FIT WITH THE FOLLOWING CONDITIONS:

- that all techniques are applied in private ( except for techniques which he enjoys a lot which may be done with assistants if desired)

- NO PERMANENT DAMAGE RESULT(as we need the prisoner in good condition after you are done with him).

In addition, even techniques which the subject does not enjoy, will probably become more enjoyable to him, once he has been through and hour or two of your special treatment.

Subject's Likes:

Subject has a particular affinity to blondes, visual stimulus of legs, soft words of comfort and soothing humming and gentle stroking of his head.

Subject also has a strong fetish for panty hose, especially sheer and nude colors.

In addition, we have obtained a listing of techniques which he seems have a particular taste for or against as listed below.

Techniques heavily enjoyed by the subject:

Although he will put up a convincing pretense of disdain, psychological profiles clearly indicate a strong pleasure in receiving saliva from beautiful women, especially directly although spoon feeding is greatly enjoyed as well.

Studies on the subject also indicate that he is very suceptible to suggestion via soft and sensuous voice suggestion. While this may not be enough to get him to reveal the secret information, combined with your saliva's very special bio-chemistry and it's drug like effects, it should allow you to command him to follow your commands during interrogation and free you from the need for any assistants.

The subject is also known to have a particular affinity electronic treatment, so this technique can be used both as torture and pleasure depending upon he voltage.

In addition, the visual stimulus of medical instruments, especially hypodermic needles is particularly effective.

Techniques moderately enjoyed by the subject:

Whippings, floggings, canings and all such techniques while not heavily enjoyed by the subject, are moderately enjoyed as well, especially when accompanied by appropriate visual and voice stimulus.

Of these, floggings and whippings are by far his preference, especially single tailed and bull whips.

Please be advised that the subject has a weak back. This means that paddling can have an adverse effect on his back with a risk to cause distracting pain , as opposed to strategic pain as well as possibly throwing the subjects back out.

IN ADDITION, whippings and canings on a flat table have a much more seductive effect on him than whippings and canings on a horse.

The point being that while you should feel free to mix various tools and techniques as you see fit, you may want to not make paddles the major tool used.

The application of mildly caustic substances such as ben gay to his testicles does appeal to him, especially when accompanied by enjoyment of the interrogator and the cavalier and excessive application of the cream without regard to the consequences.

Techniques which the Subject is Neutral About:

The application of stronger substances to his testicles while less pleasant can still appeal to the subject The trick is to not pass a red line after which the pain becomes so extreme and excrutiating that all pleasure is removed.

Direct application of tobasco should definitively be considered but applied judiciously with fingertips or a q-tip as opposed to being poured on (and a little bit at a time). Alternatively, some tobasco mixed with water (1/10 ratio) and applied with a sprayer (such as those used to spray water on plants) is an option.

The subject also seems to be fairly piqued and attracted to the image and presence of hypodermic needles.

Breath deprivation also seems to hold some appeal for him.


Techniques which the Subject is not fond of:

Enemas would certainly be in this list as the subject finds them particularly humiliating and unpleasant, although the presence of a beautiful woman who enjoys his humiliation does seem to appeal to him.

Paddling is the subject's least favorite instrument because of the pain and pressure it puts on his back.

Caning, while particularly painful to the subject, does seem to tickle his fancy for showing his macho side in taking the pain to prove his toughness.

Subject has particular sensitivity which makes any application of pain on his nipples very painful and not at all enjoyable or appealing.

Being blindfolded is something which does not appeal to the subject a lot unless accompanies by soothing voice and touch.

Strategy:

While you are as always at liberty to proceed as you see fit, we would recommend you consider a strategy such as the following:

Step 1 -

Get subject in a pliable state with the application of your special saliva,

Step 2 -

Application of straight forward physical pain to soften him up,

Step 3 -

The application of deep pain therapy to get subject to reveal his biggest fears, and use that against him (e.g. if he fears turning gay, threaten to turn him gay by using your special powers,

Step 4 -

Apply special combination of sweet comfort and deep psycho torture to break him,

Finally a few special notes of interest -

If subject starts to rant or scream or cry, do not be perturbed or put off by this; it is merely play acting on his part,

Do not underestimate the power of touch on him,

Be sensitive to when something unpleasant for him and has become pleasant and is now a reward instead of torture,

Be sensitive to not inadvertantly harden his resolve by applying pain without a certain amount of pleasure for contrast.


Good Luck

Central Security HQ

Feedback from The Session with My New Photo Subject

Hello Ms Zea,

As nice as the pics turned out, I believe they barely scratch the surface of how hot the entire surroundings were the other night. The harsh flash on the camera, and the lack of sound, movement, or context dilute the photos from what I cherish as a beautiful overnight session between two people turned on by everything they were sharing and doing with each other (or is it "to" each other?).

Anyway, I was very pleased that my confidence in you was total and only took a very short time for me to reach that point. As such, I was able to quickly relax and not waste a bunch of time fretting over things that I quickly did learn were not to be of concern to me. I was mostly able to let myself give in to you, although, I know, I forgot to breath a couple dozen times but I did get better! (you are a fine teacher as well obviously).






I feel a little bad that I'm not able to take more physical abuse, but that's just me and I suppose if there's a bright side, it makes me an easy target for someone like you. lol. Although both my nipples are a very dark purple and still have a dull ache a day and half later so there was some harder stuff, wasn't there??

I think my insatiable appetite to be in bondage overrides most, if not all, my other kinks. My time spread in the steel irons on the bondage bench for hours was so incredible for me. I was living a dream being locked in position waiting for you to use me. The seemingly endless time forced into that position allowed my mind to eventually go into a place where I was a sexual prisoner.

As a result, when you eventually entered the room, and started putting clothes pegs on my genitals, flicking at the pegs, cropping the pegs, pulling them off, and tying up my genitals in a leather chord, I was for the first time in my life genuinely begging and craving for my cock and balls to be abused harder and longer. Up until that point, I have always begged for the torture to ease off or stop asap.

You took me to a point I had never been, I wanted/needed it harder and longer. I was a lustful animal begging to have my most sensitive body part cropped and slapped until cum came out of it. That would have been so embarrassing to cum as a result of a genital cropping alone, no other physical stimulation. Obviously it did not get to that point, but that is where I accepted in my mind I would have been prepared to go. I'm not sure if a man can cum purely from a cropping and no other stimulation but I was willing to be taken there if that were to be my fait at that moment.

Ah yes, my mind and body are still very healthy, and thanks for asking. A warm glow in both, actually.

I am humbled to read you found the other night "the most enjoyable". I do not know what to say other than....Thank You!! It was a true pleasure playing with you. Your creativity, thoughtfulness (sorry, I know you're supposed to be a mean dominant bitch...but you are actually (also) quite thoughtful and sweet, I won't tell anyone. lol) and similar interests made it very special.

I won't bug you again about being your subject in photos, as I don't want to be a pest. But the offer stands as long as I'm available and if you know of anyone else who is looking for a subject for their fetish or scene photos, please feel free to pass along my email info as I quite enjoy being on display. :)

Oh boy, it's 2:30am. How did that happen? I have to be up at 6. Staying up all night with you is going to mess with my sleep patterns the entire upcoming week. I'll be a happy mess though.

Cheers,
j

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Session with Ms Zea and Her Private Collared Pet "will".

Hello Ms Zea,

i want to start by saying what a special time i had with You on Wednesday. You looked fantastic as usual, that top really emphasizing Your amazing figure. You offered a splendid selection of activities; the novelty of the new upper torso harness, both standing upright in the sling frame and then bent over the horse for some exceptionally amazing cropping (please see attached photos, its going to be a fun week or so trying to hide this :). The change in plans (yes?) with deciding to pierce my nipples and then both punishing them and giving them Your sensuous touch and play. That had me riding such an incredible wave of bliss that still arouses me thinking about it (like right, right now). i am so lucky that You enjoy going with the moment and have both the skills and interest to do what strikes Your fancy.

And then mentioning to me that playing with me had recharged You... That observation is probably that most telling thing for me that i am with exactly Who i had been looking for for so long.

My nipples are still engorged and sore. i had to wear a sweater to conceal my rock hard points. The slightest brush against them sends waves of pleasure all through me.

The sensation in my butt hole is another treat You have left me with. Even though i was unable to finish what You so kindly allowed on Weds., You couldn't have rocked me any higher. i though i was going to burst out of my skin i was feeling so much physical and mental response to You actions. The stimuli was fantastic, the whole experience of being Yours for that activity. My butt hole is still buzzed, feeling like it wants more. What an amazing workout.

And You placing my collar on me is like the cherry on top. It provides such a solid psychological and emotional grounding for me when i am with You, it sets me exactly where i want to be.

Wednesday was another incredible time for me, one of many but still able to excite me thinking about it.

Thank You Ms Zea, stay well

Session with Ms Zea; Be Careful What you Wish For part 2.

Continued...



As Ms. Zea removed the ropes that had secured me to the table, She softly stroked my engorged nipples. This kept the waves of pain/pleasure surging through my mind and body. Once i was completely untied, Ms. Zea instructed me to get down from the table and follow Her to the Discipline Dungeon. As i strained to get down from the table with the weights attached by the clamps still swinging from my aching nipples, She added “And don’t let those weights come off !” i struggled to follow Her down the hall, trying to keep up while not causing the weights to pull too hard. Every step became a jarring reminder of the special treatment that She had paid to them.

Once in the Discipline Dungeon, Ms. Zea removed the genital harness from my now tender parts, tapped the Spanking Horse with her leather gloved finger and instructed me to get up. Normally this is a relatively easy task. With the lead weights dangling on their length of chain still pulling on my aching nipples however, the task proved a test to see how quickly I could accomplish Her instruction with the least amount of increased agony. Though it took several painful tries at sliding my chest around on the leather top of the horse to get the weights hanging freely on either side (without using my hands), both clamped nipples ended up painfully pressed between my torso and the horse, further tormented by the now swinging weights. Precisely how Ms. Zea wanted them.

She fastened my ankles and wrists with the leather cuffs on the restraint pads on the four corners of the horse, pulling my torso firmly down onto the top of the horse and causing an explosion of pain from my tortured nipples. Being once again tightly secured and presented for Her pleasure, She gently drew her leather-clad hand up and down my back, mixing the pain I was feeling in my nipples with an amazing amount of pleasure. But that came with a price.

From behind me, I could hear Her step over to the wall with Her incredible collection of floggers and when She repositioned Herself behind me, I felt the implement She had chosen gently strike my shoulders and back. Ms Zea was always very conscientious about starting a flogging lightly, to properly allow Her sub to build up to the intensity level She decided was appropriate. The gentle caress of the flogger now was like a loving massage. Even as She increased the weight of Her swing, this lighter implement in Her hand was still exciting.

When She exchanged the flogger, I knew the moment the heavier tails of the new implement struck my back, I was to be tested. She increased the weight of Her swing and continued to strike various parts of my body: shoulders, sides, buttocks, thighs.
The gentle massage had now changed to discipline. The sting of the tails increased as the blows varied, the location of the strikes changed, the timing between the strokes differed, the weight She put into the swing increased. Though I was now trying to shift my body under Her blows, the bindings on my arms and legs held me firm, tightly pulled over the top of the horse. And my clamped nipples, still being crushed against the leather top, now had the pull of the swinging weights to contend with.

Taking a small break, Ms Zea used the alcohol spray over my now stinging body. She gently blew over my back, and played with her fingers through the emerging welts. That provided such an enjoyable mixed feeling, Her touch, the smarting of my new welts and the coolness of the evaporating alcohol. She continued to flog me, using both leather and rubber floggers, with varying thickness and length of tails. For me, the leather tends to feel more thumpy on the flesh while the rubber can bite and sting more. Ms Zea, being so very skilled with a flogger, can deliver a flogging that covers the complete range of feelings, from the previously mentioned massage to the point were the intensity is reaching my limit.

And without me saying so, She always knows when that level is reached and then takes me just beyond it. Without fail.

My body reacted to this amazing session of discipline by again releasing another wave of endorphins, with Ms Zea facilitating this by expertly massaging my shoulders right over the spot where the hormones are produced. My mind was swimming in bliss as my body was twitching everywhere against it bonds. This seemed to go on forever and forever. My world existed with Ms Zea, on that horse, submitting to Her will. Nothing else.

At this point the pleasure completely blocked out the pain from the flogging and my tortured nipples. If I hadn’t been tightly strapped to the Horse, I’m sure I would have floated away. Staying close by, gently stroking my flogged back with Her leather gloved hand and talking softly to me, Ms Zea made the moment absolutely amazing. She has placed me in that incredible mind and body space on numerous occasions before but this was the first time for twice in one session. It was then I noticed the tears on my face, the endorphin rush being so complete.

Then She showed me Her strap-on harness hiding under Her leather kilt...


After feeling completely owned and taken by Ms Zea, She removed the nipple clamps, what should have been a very painful moment was dulled by the incredible feeling of wellbeing and my joy at being in the perfect subspace.

Releasing me from the straps on the horse, She led me into the Fetish Salon and allowed me to present myself properly in front of Her as She sat on Her Throne Chair. She rewarded me with letting me kiss her bare feet and suck her toes. As I thanked Her for such an amazing session, I realized that this subspace was where I clearly wanted to be.

Session with Ms Zea; Be Careful What you Wish For!

After a sensuous amount of nipple play warm-up, Ms Zea attached a
nipple clamp that bit so hard into my flesh the rope binding me to the
bondage table in the Bondage Chamber was the only thing that kept me
from hitting the ceiling. Then the clamp gripping my now stinging
nipple was pulled to the side, as the chain attached to the clamp was
hung over the side of the table, clearly holding a free hanging
weight.

The bite of the alligator clamp and the pull of the weight had me
panting and whimpering sightless behind my black spandex mask and
leather blindfold. i followed the sound of Ms Zea's heels as She went
round the table and repeated the process with my second nipple. Double
the pain had me bouncing against the rope bondage that She had so
expertly placed me in. i was going no where and was completely exposed
to Her wants and wishes. As i started to regain my composure i felt
Her leather gloved hands ever so gently rub my clamped throbbing
nipples. The soft vibration that her leather encased fingers made as
She stroked my nipples caused Her to comment on what a sensation it
created. For me, even around the pain, it was now pure bliss.

But Ms Zea was not done securing me on the bondage table to Her satisfaction yet. Before She had me get up on the table, She had removed the center insert which was strategically located under my genitals and buttocks. Once i was securely bound on the table, She was able to hook a chain onto the 'D' ring on the leather ball stretcher strap that She had tightly fastened on my scrotum. To this chain She added several pounds of steel weights. It wasn't only my nipples that were being tormented by suspended weights but my now my scrotum was being painfully stretched as the steel rings swayed with my every movement. And when i thought i had reached my limit, Ms Zea would add more weight to that chain and make me squirm further to cause the swinging weights to pull harder on my tortured scrotum.


Ms Zea turned from the table and remarked that i was in need of some
exposure to the electric Violet Wand and the most severe attachment
She had for it, the metal ball chain. Bound from head to toe to the
bondage table, i had no choice but to thank Her and await my fate. The
hum of the electric hand piece came closer and was over my torso when
the shocks hit my nipple with amazing results. Being masked and
blindfolded and only being able to very faintly hear the Wand before
the contact is made with your skin lets one feel such nervous
anticipation.

The second that contact is made the sensation explodes across your skin,
the snap of the contact and the smell of the ozone it generates works
in rhythm with the futile attempts to avoid further stinging contact.
Ms Zea moved the metal ball chain attachment across my chest to my
second clamped nipple, causing the same amazing full body reaction.
Being blindfolded didn't stop my mind from "seeing" the sparks
generated when the Wand touched skin.

She proceeded to slowly make contact with that stinging attachment at
various spots up and down my exposed body, including my scrotum encased in a leather ball stretcher. This repeated contact to my bound exposed genitals increased my useless attempts at escape.

Always one to do the unexpected, Ms Zea removed my blindfold and mask, then alternated Her tactics with the Violet Wand and softly traced her leather gloved
fingers across my torso and the parts that had been stung by the
Violet Wand. This had the endorphins racing through my body, causing
it to dance against the ropes that held me firm. My mind was wishing
the discipline would stop but still wanting it to go on forever. What
an incredible feeling.

Ms. Zea is SO good at releasing those pleasure
hormones, She has it down to a fine art.

i heard the hum of the wand stop and then Ms Zea returned to the side
of my still twitching body. i next felt the cold spray of isopropyl alcohol,
and the business end of Her favorite riding crop across my
now moist and chilled body. Some light taps were then followed by harder
strikes as She cropped various parts. She revisited my swollen
nipples, the sharp sting of the crop repeatedly causing me to squirm
and the suspended weights to bounce and pull against my agonizing
nipples and testicles. Escaping Her cropping was not an option as the ropes She
applied continued to hold me firm. She next laid down several strokes
up and down the inside of my sensitive thighs, no doubt leaving an
impressive pattern that i would carry for several days. Even my
leather strapped genitals were rewarded with the bite of Her crop.
Ms Zea is so proficient with the riding crop, it is like a natural
extension of her body.

Waves of endorphins continued to surge through me as Ms Zea stopped
the cropping and looked into my eyes. Still bound as i was
to the table, the only thing i could see was Ms Zea. Taking a deep breath,
i thanked Her for the amazing play time. She
told me i was certainly welcome and with a sparkle in Her eye She
added "but you don't really think you are going to get off this
lightly today, do you? you have some time to spend in the Discipline
Dungeon next!"

To be continued...

Amazonia

Amazonia will "officially" be with the Toronto Power Exchange in a few weeks.

She is a stunning, powerful, 6'4" tall woman (in stocking feet).

Please stay tuned to the TPE blog, twitter (http://twitter.com/ZeaSadistica) and the TPE website @ http://www.canadiandominationcom/ for updates!

Double Trouble with Miss Poison and Mistress Nika (by f.t.)

(Wait don't run! This kind of trouble is lots of fun!)

i had been stripped and collared by Miss Poison. "I want you to meet someone" She told me. i crawled behind Her into the next room of the dungeon. She led me up to where Her guest was seated in a chair. From my position kneeling in homage, eyes down, all i could see were Her feet encased in black stockings and pumps. "Look up and say hello to Mistress Nika" Miss Poison generally permits eye contact only as a reward so i obeyed, but timidly, not quite believing i wouldn't still be rebuked.



i was so nervous when our eyes met briefly that Her features didn't really register well with me except that she was a youthful, very pretty brunette. i softly greeted Her as instructed and quickly returned my gaze to her shoes."Hello David" She replied. That was when i noticed Her charming Russian accent. So began my visit with Miss Poison and Mistress Nika.



As you might imagine being dominated by two beautiful women is a fantastic experience. The dynamic is entirely different. Instead of one interaction there are 3, between the submissive and each Domme and a third between the 2 Dommes. So there is much more going on which is exciting. It was wonderful to receive all that extra attention and stimulation. It was particularly novel to overhear my qualities and predispositions as a submissive being frankly discussed by the Mistresses, seemingly with total disregard to my presence. i felt a thrill as though I were eaves-dropping on a conversation I shouldn't be hearing, especially when there were positive comments!

At the same time it can be somewhat overwhelming. There is the potential for"stage fright" if one is prone to that. Also when your Mistress is sharing you with another the dynamic is a little less intimate than during a 1 on 1 interaction.

i must say though that Miss Poison co-ordinated my session such that i had some alone time with each of them which gave me the best of both worlds!

A favourite memory from that day is admiring those two raven-haired beauties from behind as they led me to my fate down the hall between rooms of the dungeon. i imagine how the procession must have looked, Miss Poison in front followed by Mistress Nika, both dressed to kill (or at least torture!) in glistening black and high heels, gliding across the floor as if on a catwalk, sexy and powerful, followed by their crawling, naked, collared slave, his eyes transfixed on them every second, taking full advantage of the brief opportunity to ogle them unnoticed. Of course the Goddesses are fully aware of what he is doing and will punish him for it when they reach their destination! Oh, but such exquisite punishment!

Surrounded by their beauty, i was enveloped by a feminine energy so strong it was palpable. I felt strangely content, fulfilled even. It was as if i was finally living a defining pre-pubescent fantasy of mine, being overpowered by a gang of "bad girls" and used for their pleasure. In one room i was strapped to the spanking horse and used and abused at both ends, forced to worship the elegant feet of Miss Poison while being flogged by Mistress Nika. In another room i was suspended in the swing and teased and tormented from all sides, not knowing what sensation i would feel next or where it would land; would it be the tickling pain of a metal wheel rolling across my inner thigh, the bite of a nipple clamp, or perhaps a gentle caress instead?

Inevitably i was reduced to a writhing mass of quivering anticipation and then ultimately raised to the heights of ecstasy!

Session with Ms Zea, Thank You, July 27th

Good evening Ms Zea,

i wasn't going to let such a great meeting get by with only a quick txt to say thanks. This message has been passed along by me many times now and i sure don't want it to be received as just the usual. Because i truly mean it. i have to say that O/our time together Monday afternoon was so really special for me.

You provided a session that introduced somethings new as well as somethings previously experienced and when combined they were just so amazing. i rode that high for some time on Monday. The chance to play with the new bondage straps was fun. i'm glad You are willing to take the opportunity to experiment with me with new activities and new toys. Being bound in the harness did provide some unique opportunities to be subjected to Your whims. And i definitely love being Your toy.

i had missed seeing You through the past 4 weeks. So i was really looking forward to O/our meeting Monday afternoon. Your sensual warm-up did it's usual superb job of placing me firmly in my oh so wonderful subspace. When You masked me with panties while i was bound on the table in the harness, You showed me again how much You can enjoy the excitement of O/our play time. Wrapping my torso in saran wrap was a deviantly creative way of making me feel totally surrendered to Your will. Then when You pierced my nipples while you pinned me down with your body, the waves of bliss were so overpowering. You again had my body and mind floating oh so high. i couldn't have been happier. i hope i didn't overstep the boundaries too much with my hands brushing the tops of Your stockings. In all fairness, initially with my hands pinioned to my sides i couldn't keep from touching Your stockings.

And i do appreciate how special that play and the subsequent golden shower was. I'm happy You feel comfortable in sharing those activities with me. I still feel so pleased remembering how exciting it was for me. O/our time has provided me with so much growth in enjoying my submission to You. In the past, being blindfolded was something i didn't prefer. (Hard to blame me when the visual being presented is so incredibly attractive.) But i have learned to enjoy Your decisions to blindfold me as both eagerly accepting Your choices of that activity and with my being happy to allow my other senses the chance to take over and provide me with stimulus, like smell, hearing and touch. It really is an amazing time.

Again thank You Ms Zea. Stay well until W/w can meet again Ms Zea, your will.

Session with Ms Zea, Thank You, July 13

Hello Ms. Zea.

i am sitting here (ahh) reflecting (ooh) on the more obvious reminders of last night session and being as they are in various shades of crimson and purple, they are sight to behold. As they seem to centre on the "sweet spot", bending forward in the presentation postion exposes them in all their glorious colours.

Thank You for leading me into the most intense exploration of that pain/pleasure conundrum that I have experienced yet. I can't say that I have felt that level of contentment for some time. The whole night left me with a huge feeling of pleasure. But I have come to believe that I see a another reason for my enjoyment with You. I used to believe that my craving for discipline was to meet my own base needs. But now, as i see You as a true Dominatrix and someone who really enjoys their activity, i believe that i have the opportunity to provide You an outlet for your own playtime. So i win both ways.

You may have picked-up on this when You stated You thought i seemed really centred on the session. i don't think i could have been more in sync with what You were providing. You were indeed in total control, exactly how both of Us/us like it. And i do appreciate that You allowed me the opportunity to experience moments of closeness with You (while on the floor and in the sling). Being able to smell You while You showed Your sensual side and smothered me was really quite special. i hope i am able to earn that privilege again.

Maybe it might please you in a future session to allow me to massage Your feet. i believe i can do a quite acceptable job at this relaxing treat. It might be three or more weeks before i can request another session. i will be thinking of You and hope You stay well until then. Bye for now, will.

Session with Miss Poison

This was to be my second session with Mistress Poison so i had some idea of what was ahead of me, however, Mistress Poison has a way of keeping one always on their toes and not knowing what is going to happen next. i arrived about 15 minutes early to the neighbourhood so i went to the cafe to have a coffee and contemplate what was about to happen over the next hour or so.


After pulling myself together i made my way to the entrance of the TPE. The door opened just far enough for me to slide in. i kept my eyes to the floor, took off my shoes, hung up my jacket and stood in front of Mistress Poison, daring not look at anything but the floor. Mistress Poison instructed me to follow Her.


Once in the examination room She stopped looked at me and said, "Where is you place?" i immediately went down to my knees and looked at the floor. Mistress Poison then gave me instructions to go to the bathroom, undress, wash my hands and meet Her in the Fetish Room.


Arriving in the Fetish Room i took my place kneeling on floor and waited in great anticipation for Mistress Poison. She showed up behind me with a canvas straight jacket that She quickly had me tightly done up in, making sure to make sure the crotch straps were closely done up. i was starting to feel completely at the Mistress's whim. With a collar around my neck i was instructed to follow the Mistress into the Discipline Room.


Once in the next room the Mistress started to remove my senses with a blindfold. i was placed on a leather stool in the middle of the room and every appendage's movement was completely restricted by either leather or rope. Once Mistress Poison had me adequately restricted she instructed me to try to move as much as possible. Noticing that i could still move my feet a bit Mistress Poison tied my toes together for complete immobility. i now couldn't do anything if I wanted and the Mistress could do anything She pleased to me.


After some CBT and NT i was rewarded by the privileges of kissing Mistress's wonderful petite feet while being completely restricted, and... Mistress Poison has a way of taking complete control of the situation without yelling or physical pain; just Her presence makes me want to submit and do anything that She says. The whole way home i kept playing the session over and over again in my head. i can't wait for the next opportunity to visit Mistress Poison again!

New Bondage Devices @ The TPE!

Clockwise from top:

Leather Canine Hood,

Leather Thigh Cuffs,

Leather Hogtie Harness,

Leather Body Harness,

2-Piece Torso Harness.

All the new toys need to be used to wear them in a bit...
Almost nothing as exciting as virgin BDSM equipment!

Follow-Up / Testimonial by Our "Kidnapping victim".

Good Day Ma'am (Ms Zea) and Miss (Mistress Katina),

Well I wanted to say hello to you both. I know that you said to write but I was going to anyway.

I had a wonderful time with you both on Saturday both in terms of what we did and also in talking with you. You were wonderful hosts and very patient with me. I am feeling very well and had nothing to show for what happened - impressive I must say. Although when in the shower and washing my chest - damn those hurt but they are fine today. Especially the right one - Miss you did pinch them hard!!

I also wanted to say something to each of you:

Ma'am - as you said about me, I must say the same to you - your pictures do not do you justice. You are distinctively beautiful and you have the most wonderful and sexy legs. I was honestly surprised just how lovely you are. As well, I wanted to thank you for reassuring me when I needed it and controlling the way you did. It was a great night and you certainly lived up to your deserved reputation as the top in Canada.

Miss - I was so entranced by your eyes and face - it was incredible. Your eyes showed so many emotions even when they were closed that it was almost overwhelming. You are beautiful in your control and amazing in your sexiness. And even your voice when I could not see you - sometimes lulled me into security or made me scared as hell.

To both - the control mixed with the occasional laugh was great and relaxed me greatly. You had my attention the whole evening as I was caught in your webs.

Thank you. I hope that I also pleased you in what we did. It is important to me that you both were also happy.

And Miss... I would like to have a follow up visit with you and share our mutual passion and would like to discuss that with you.

That is all for now but again thank you for what was a fantastic time.

C

Poetry in Praise of Miss Poison (by f.t.)

This is a lovely photo of Miss Poison wearing her favourite colours.
She is a bewitching vision in red and black.
Imagine being on your knees before this gothic Goddess
about toendure some sweet pain or humiliation for her pleasure.
It isn't hard is it?
She is so much the embodiment of a submissive's dreams.
"Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark"
The boots are stunning don't you think?
Of course they're faux leather
because despite her willingness totorture her fellow man,
Mistress refuses to play a role in harming any animal.
In fact there is a theme of contradiction like this in her that fascinates me.
She is a mysterious Dark Princess,

genteel and reassuring even while defiling and debasing me.
Punishment and degradation are my coveted rewards in her world.
I feel a freedom only achieved through complete surrender

when she fastens her collar around my neck.
I moan with gratitude when a rope of saliva descends

slowly from her royal lips into my open mouth.
With reverence I offer up my self, bound and buttressed,

to be purified by the sting of her riding crop.
A command to lick between her toes thrills me to the core!
Mistress is a genius of the senses and an expert on the male psyche.
With skill and artistry she leads me to places deep within myself

I never knew existed and to heights previously unimagined.
I don't need or desire an antidote for Miss Poison.
Rather it is life-giving medicine for the soul she provides.
"Strike, dear Mistress, and cure his heart"

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Lucky Dog

It was Poison did him in

Poor dog!

Laid him out

Soon he was immobilized

Able only to watch as Poison ravaged his body from head to toe

No part spared. None.

Oh, there was pain

But strangely as the end was near

A peaceful bliss took him over

Culminating in a peak of pleasure

Then he went limp, just a shell

One final twitch and all was deathly stillness...

But wait!

Is that a stirring in his body?

Yes he lives!

His limbs suddenly free to move

Resurrected. Better than before!

Like a puppy again.

Was it Poison caused this transformation?

Lucky dog!

My First Training Session with Miss Poison (by "guy").

I was very prompt, as Miss Poison had instructed. As I waited, I realized how nervous I was; and I was almost ready to turn back when the door opened just enough for me to enter. I stepped into a small dark chamber and the door closed revealing Miss P behind it. She had straight black hair, dark eyes and perfectly formed lips that revealed a faint smile of acceptance.

"I’m Guy…" I began to say.”I know you are. I got your email”, she responded softly. There was a moment of silence as I must have appeared a bit unsure what to say. She understood and continued; “I understand this is your first time.””Yes” I replied. There was another awkward silence as I remembered what I wrote in the email to her 3 days before. I told her that I had always fantasized about visiting a dominatrix but was too afraid to act on it. I confessed that my fantasy was to visit a re-education school for men run by women. ”So I understand that your girlfriend sent you here to be re-educated,” she said with a faint smile. I understood that she had read the email and, with my heart pounding, I played along. “Yes” I replied somewhat shyly, “My girlfriend told me that she would only see me if I get re-educated.” ”Good,” she said in a business-like voice. She took a few minutes to tell me the rules and gave me a “safeword” that I was to use if I wanted to pause the activity.

After I said that I understood she said, “Now you may take off your clothes and put them on the chair.””My clothes?” I asked as if I did not understand. “Yes,” she replied slightly annoyed. I could feel her watching me as I bashfully took off my shoes, socks, shirt and pants and laid them on the chair. I then hesitated. “I want everything off,” She repeated sternly.

She smiled in amusement and then turned to a second door, opened it and as she began walking ordered me to follow her. Her heels were clicking on the wooden floor until she came to a spot in the next room. “Stand here,” she ordered, pointing to a spot in front of her. I followed her command and found myself looking at my reflection in a full length mirror. I could see in the mirror Miss P standing just to my side and a bit behind me looking me over. Even in her heels she was more than a half a head shorter than I was; yet dressed in her crisp white blouse, a tight black skirt, dark stockings and black high heels, she was clearly in command. Watching her inspect me I realized she could not have been half my age, yet she had probably inspected and schooled more men than her apparent youth would suggest.

Then as our eyes briefly met in the mirror and she pinched my ass. She saw me flinch. “Do you like that?” she asked pinching my other cheek. “No”, I mumbled. “You will address me as Miss P” she instructed. “Yes Miss P” I answered. “Good. You are going to have to get used to being my obedient play thing,”she said giving me a playful slap on my ass. “And you will grow to like it.” She walked behind me, her heels clicking slowly as she continued her inspection. She came around in front of me. Looking up at me with an amused expression she said “I think it’s cute that a grown man like you is so bashful.” She placed her hand lightly on my bare chest and said, “Put you hands behind your head and get your feet apart.” Slowly I complied. “Very good,” she continued. “Now I want you to wait for me here just like that.”

The sound of her heels on the wooden floor announced her return. She had a riding crop in one hand. To this beautiful young woman, it was clear that despite my mature age and experience, I was just a clumsy nervous new trainee that would require instruction every step of the way. She gave me a quick smile and then pointed to the other side of the room with the crop. “I want you to pick up that basket over there and follow me”. I could feel her watch me as I walked across the small room, bend over and pick up the basket. The basket contained rope, wrist straps and a dog collar. I looked back up at her and asked if it was the right basket. “Yes, that’s the one. Now, I want you to pick it up and start walking down this way,” she said pointing down the hall with her crop. As I began walking on the wood floor with my bare feet, I was conscious of Miss P’s shoes clicking behind me.

"In here”, she ordered pointing to a room to my right. At the far corner of the room there was a large 7 foot X shaped cross with straps for arms and legs. Next to it was a padded triangular shaped wooden piece with padded shelves on the side with straps that I imagined were for legs and arms. On the walls there was a large collection of canes, straps, paddles and whips and in the middle of the room there was an armless chair. “This is the St. Andrew's Cross room” Miss P announced. “The St. Andrew's Cross room?” I questioned. “Yes, this is where we are going to begin.” She ordered me to put down the basket, walk over to the wall, choose a paddle and bring it to her. I found 5 paddles of different shapes and sizes and could not decide which to bring. Somehow it seemed surreal as she clearly was having me choose which paddle she would use on me. Sensing my confusion, she told me to bring her the clear one in the middle.

When I turned back to her I found Miss P seated in the chair waiting like a queen for her servant. Slowly I walked over to her and handed her the paddle. In a mirror I caught a glimpse of the beautiful petite Miss P, dressed in her businesslike outfit, paddle in hand, clearly in charge. I could only stand there dutifully as she seemed to decide on my fate while suggestively slapping the end of the paddle on the palm of her hand. Then as if she had decided, she stood up, took a step back and pointed to the chair and said “You can start by assuming the position for me; hands on the seat and ass high up in the air.” She was all business now and I could see that she was not going to show me any leniency just because it was my first time. I tried to follow her instructions. The seat of the chair was quite low, forcing me to bend over completely with my ass high up in front of her. ”Good,” she began but then said, “but I want your ass even higher for me.” I curved my back up to please her but she still wasn’t satisfied. “Even higher!” she commanded. I got up on my toes which seemed to finally satisfy her.”I like to have all my students start off with a good paddling so we establish our relationship right from the start.” I tried to follow her as she walked slowly around me, her heels clicking on the wood floor, calmly inspecting my compliance with her command. She seemed to enjoy watching me strain apprehensively, awaiting her approval. In her crisp business attire she was in complete control, like a trainer with her prized stallion.

She ran her free hand lightly over my bare back as she continued toward my backside and then gave a playful slap to my buttock. She turned her gaze back to me for a moment, a smile on her face. Her gaze now turned to my behind again. She raised the paddle and brushed it lightly on the inside of my thigh. “I want your legs more apart” she ordered. I spread my legs some more until I saw that she was satisfied. Again I strained my head back to get a better look at Miss P as she looked back at me. “This is how I want you to set yourself when I tell you to “assume the position” she said still looking at me. Looking back at my ass she continued “I want to see your ass in the air and ready for my inspection.” She passed the paddle to her right hand and took a step back from me. She stretched her right arm to check that the paddle reached my ass. Satisfied, she lowered the paddle by her side.”Now we will start with 20 strokes,” she said matter-of-factly. She must have seen the shock in my face. “Yes 20 strokes”, she continued. This is the real deal! (I thought.) “Now, I want you to count after each stroke and thank me. If you forget or you get it wrong I will start over. Do you understand?” “Yes Miss” I managed to mutter still thinking that 20 sounded way too much for my first punishment. I thought it better not to complain though, and watched as she again raised the paddle, gently placed it over my buttocks and then, satisfied with her mark, brought the paddle back, ready for the first stroke. “Are you ready?” she asked. “Yes”, I replied feeling surreal again.

With a ceremonious seriousness I saw her take her first swing and heard a loud slap before feeling the burning in my ass. The loudness of the slap and the sharpness of the pain took me by surprise and I gave off an involuntary groan. It was not so much the pain from the blow, but the shame of my involuntary groan that most affected me. It was a humiliation to my manhood, my masculinity at the hand of this petite woman. I was so preoccupied with this that I forgot my duty. “Did you forget?” Miss P asked reminding me of my lapse. “Oh sorry Miss; that’s one. Thank you Miss,” I said. “We will start from number one again” she responded. “Yes Miss” I managed to say before she delivered another, even louder slap. This one almost made me fall forward, but I managed to recover as the burning returned. I also managed to say “One. Thank you Miss” before she delivered another. “Two. Thank you Miss” I said as I now discovered the mirror in front of me. I could see her cocking back her arm ready for the next blow, her gaze momentarily looking toward me, before delivering the next blow. “Three. Thank you Miss, four, thank you Miss.” She waited a few seconds between blows to let me feel the burning before delivering the next. Each new smack burned more than the previous to a point that I started to grunt in response. Then after ten she paused. She put the paddle to her side (as my ass continued to burn) and slowly walked around me again. I must have moved a bit too much because Miss P stopped momentarily and sternly told me to stay in position. When she returned to where she stood before, she once again ordered me to “get your ass up nice and high for me.” I strained to comply with her order, feeling particularly unmanly. “We will continue at eleven,” she said and almost immediately she delivered the next loud slap. The pain was even more intense now, and again I groaned. But I remembered to keep count and thank her. I continued to watch her in the mirror as she seemed to really put all her strength and concentration into each ceremonial smack. Then when she reached 20 she again placed the paddle to her side and with her free hand lightly stroked my ass as if enjoying her handiwork. “That’s what I like; a nice bright red ass” she said.

Then she continued and told me I was not to squirm while she is paddling me. With that she gave me a loud smack on my left buttock that stung and burned, even though it seemed less so than before. Then she delivered another blow of similar strength to the other cheek. Then unexpectedly she caught my eyes in the mirror and asked, “How does that feel?” The truth was that the humiliation was worse than the pain, so all I could say was an absentminded “OK.” “Well I think you are in for a little surprise,” she said. “I want you to remember to keep quiet and take it like a man.” With that she gave me two more smacks in quick succession on alternating buttocks. The burning hadn’t even started before she began what seemed an endless barrage on my ass. I could see her now thrashing me with all her might; as she warned the burning was so intense it brought a tear to my eye and I found myself gritting my teeth and clenching my fists so as not to cry out. She paused for a moment to pull me in closer to her and then continue even harder and faster making sure all areas of my ass where reached. With the burning becoming intolerable, I found myself pleading for her to stop. “Not-just-yet!” she said in tempo with her whacks. “I-want-you-to-remember-this.” “I will,” I promised. But she continued. “Please stop.” I implored almost crying. But she continued telling me only not to squirm so much. Finally, she stopped.

My ass continued to burn as she put down the paddle and ran her hand over my bright red buttocks as if enjoying her handiwork. As I regained my composure, she again caught me in the mirror, but this time she didn’t say anything. She seemed to know the complicated mix of humiliation, pain and eroticism that I was experiencing. As we shared in an unnatural type of afterglow, I noticed now again how the burning seemed to slowly melt into an exquisite tingling sensation. But soon Miss P broke the spell and instructed me to stand up.But even after she gave me back my clothes and allowed me to get dressed, after she showed me out the door into the warm night and after almost a year, I cannot forget my humiliating yet arousing punishment by this woman. It has made me aware of a different erotic relationship with women, which is a capitulation to female rule and yet sexually very fulfilling.

The Goddesses Were With me Last Night, a testimonial by Ms Zea's will.

The Goddesses were certainly with me last night. On short notice, Ms Zea was able to see me. And after a very long day of having my mind slip away repeatedly to revisit the many previous incredible activities W/we have shared, i stood at Her entranceway with my heart racing. After years of enjoying the pleasure of play with Ms Zea, i still felt a rush of excitement approaching Her door and awaiting whatever She had in store for U/us.

Often, Ms Zea will ask in advance if i have any activities i would like Her to consider for O/our session. As W/we have a long history and Ms Zea knows better than i what i need, some of my requests are used, and some are not. That is the backbone of the exchange of power that ihave entered into with Ms. Zea. As W/we have played over the years, my trust and respect for Her has grown so to the point where i am totally Hers at playtime, to do what She will. And i truly enjoy my subspace that She repeatedly leads me to. Tonight, as i wasn’t given the opportunity to offer considerations and that only that tweaks my excitement level up several notches. One of Ms Zea’s many fortes is Her inquisitiveness, imagination and the obvious enjoyment She has when W/we session. So now W/we are playing to Her pleasure. (Which is in reality, is my pleasure too.)

Her greeting was warm and personable, with a hug and a kiss. And as always She looks magnificent, tonight in Her black leather corset, short black leather kilt with stockings and heels. W/we chatted for a bit about what W/we each had been up to since O/our last meeting, then She announced it was time to get down to some serious Female Domination. Trying to hide my obvious pleasure at this announcement, i prepared myself as directed. Ms Zea had Me undress before Her as She watched. Then, She commanded me to kneel before Her as She sat on Her throne chair. She slowly and sensuously played with my nipples, until i was throbbing with pleasure. Then, She put my collar on me—always a deep and special thrill, as She had it custom made just for me.

After some more caressing and taunting, She ordered me to follow Her to the Medical Room. She motioned for me to get on the medical table, and She bound me to it with many straps, buckles and cuffs. The nipple play progressed with various tools, including a pointy Whartenberg Wheel. Then, She brought out the vibrating sound, and brought me to the brink several times, as i rode the waves of endorphins She orchestrated. Then, She used medical tape to secure the sound in my penis, so She could use Her hands for other things…The sterile single-use-only enema bag’s outer packaging was torn open in front of me, then it was filled with water that was just slightly warmer than my body temperature; just perfect to avoid irritating internal cramps that would spoil O/our pleasure. My eager rectum and then the tip of the nozzle was lubricated, and i was filled to the feeling of perfect fullness. While the enema settled in, Ms Zea massaged my abdomen, played with my nipples, and manipulated the vibrating urethral sound to even greater heights. Just as the intensity became too much to bear, She stopped the activity, removed the enema nozzle, and undid my medical table bindings. After i was finished in the bathroom, i met Ms Zea back in the Throne Room.

Ms Zea had prepared a special treat: an over the knee spanking with a variety of hair brushes, wooden spoons and paddles (while i lay across Her lap and stretched across Her leather couch with my face down). my buttocks went from warm red to stinging crimson, to the point that my cheeks are still tender and warm today as i write this. (Thank You Ms Zea).

Ms Zea then placed me in the rubber sling, fastening my ankles and wrists in their respective cuffs. The click of Her stiletto heels on the hardwood floors is the only sound i hear as She slowly walks around to the side of the sling. “Did you wonder why I didn’t place your nipples in any clamps tonight?” She asked with a sly smile on Her face. She had worked on my nipples with Her fingers during the night, at times soft and titillating then forceful, with pinching and twisting that had me standing on my tip toes. “i'm sure You had your reasons” i replied, knowing the answer would probably be revealed soon enough. “Well, I’m going to pierce your nipples tonight AND I have something else I want to do with them while you are nice and secure in the sling”. She turned and went to gather the piercing supplies from an antique bureau beside the sling frame.

After prepping Her gloved hands and both my nipples with two different antiseptic solutions and a germicide, She showed me the first needle. It certainly looked longer and thicker than the ones She has used in the past. She grasped my nipple between Her gloved thumb and forefinger, placed the needle point at the site she chose to pierce and looked into my eyes as i watched with excitement and anticipation. She SLOWLY pushed the needle through the outer layer of skin and the subsequent layers of epidermis, and then out the other side. She capped the sharp end with a little cork and to gently play with the now pierced and rigid nipple. What an amazing rush. She then proceeded to place a second needle through my newly pierced nipple, perpendicular to and just under the first. She repeated this process with my other nipple. She stood at my side and gently played with my new multiple pierced pleasure buttons. It was a good thing i was tightly secured to the sling as i felt i could have floated away with the endorphins that were surging through me. She told me She had felt it was time to change the way She pierced me, going from a past quick movement to a longer, slower piercing so W/we could both better enjoy the experience, and She couldn’t have been more right.

Through the haze of my endorphin rush, i watched a She took a long leather thong and proceeded to wrap the cord around and under the crossed needles and then to repeat this with the other pierced nipple. She lowered the chain that held the suspension bar from the top cross member of the sling frame to a point about 18 inches over my chest. She looped the middle of the leather thong on the hook and then pulled the chain back up. This in turn just barely took up the slack in the thong and pulled the tied piercings upwards. The pressure this put on the piercings was that incredible mixture of pain and pleasure that can take your breath away. Another endorphin rush, a really big one. Then Ms Zea went to the foot of the sling and ever so gently rocked the sling back and forth, causing an explosion of feelings in my pierced, stretched nipples that had me being carried away on a fantastic ride of sensations. My whole body was responding to this incredible stimulus. Soon my own body was rocking the sling on its own. Then, Ms Zea used a very special method to make my body rock back and forth to the power and control of Her rhythm. And that just kept the pleasures happening… After what seemed like forever, Ms Zea steadied the rocking sling, put on new clean gloves, and started to untie my stretched nipples.

As she removed the needles from my nipples, i got the chance to clear my head some and think of how lucky i was to have the chance to play with someone as special as Ms. Zea. My journey with Her over the years has led me to such amazing experiences, it is hard to believe i’m the same person who showed up at Her establishment thinking the couple of activities i had experienced up to that point were all that i was looking for. Silly me. My Goddess has shown me so much more.

New Leather Bondage Sack!

A new toy is SO much fun! The bodybag arrived at The Toronto Power Exchange a few days ago, and I have been saving it for a very special guy, my pet, will. He loves leather, and we don't get around to bondage enough. I started out the session with long, slow, taunting nipple play. I ordered him to take a very cool shower, and then directed him to get on his knees. I softly caressed his erect nipples until he was leaning forward, aching for Me to pinch them harder. Only when he started to groan did I increse the intensity of my touch on his sensitive nipples. I slowwwwly squeezed, pinched, scratched and twisted them stronger and firmer. As the intensity progressed, he thanked me: "Oh, Goddess, thank you...sooooo gooooood..." Then, when my fingers could do no more without drawing blood, I put a new pair of nipple clamps on his totally engorged and aching nipples. The clamps were shiny silver pinchers with rubber tips, and they could be made tighter or looser by sliding a small circular clamp up or down on my whim. I tugged and pulled on the chain that connected the two clamps, increasing will's rapture even more. Eventually, I ordered him to stand up and follow Me to the bondage room. I put a blindfold on him, and led him by my voice and the nipple clamp chain to the room at the end of the hall.

Upon entering the (new) bondage room, I told him to smell deeply. Eventually, he caught the scent of the new leather bondage sack, and moaned. I then removed the blindfold, and he gasped--"Oh my Goddess! It's beautiful!" I informed him that he was a lucky boy, as I had saved the inaugural use of the leather sack just for him. I took the leather bondage sack off the wall from where it was displayed, and lay it on the executioners (bondage) table. He slipped into the sack like it was made for him--like it was a second skin. I slowly zippered it up, and he literally shivered as it encased his body perfectly, from head to toe. Then, I laced up the front of the bag, and cinched him even tighter. More moans emanated from the bag, and I ran my hands over the hot leather-encased body beneath Me. Then I started tightening the 12 buckled straps on the side of the bondage sack. He sighed and thanked Me profusely. "I've never felt anything this secure, this tight, and this comfortable before, Ma'am! Thank you so much!" After playing with his leather-snugged body more, I unzippered the centre of the sack, and revealed his cock and balls. More fun ensued...After taunting him to the edge, he shared how the feeling of being encased in leather while his genitals were exposed to be a wonderful combined sensation. Then, I undid the velcro'd squares covering his nipples, and paid some attention to these sensitive and swollen areas. I tucked his cock and balls into the leather bondage sack, and closed the zipper on his body, virtually mummifying him in leather. After some more caressing of his sensuously leather mummified body, I took out a long rope and secured him to the table with tight criss-crossed bands that hooked into the eyebolts of the bondage table.

More private fun ensued, and then I climbed on top of him and enjoyed myself by taunting him with my sensual leather-corsetted body, on top of his totally immobilized leather-ensconced form. Needless to say, our mutual body heat made the temperature in the room rise. After almost 2 hours of this leather bondage fun, I detached the ropes from the table, unhooked the straps on his sides, undid the rope cinching the bag in together in the middle, and slowly unzippered him from his leather coocoon. He stepped out of the leather sack, and we both commented on how enjoyable the new leather bondage toy is.

Then I ordered him to bend over the bondage table, while I used My new hickory paddle and rattan canes on his freshly un-leathered ass. The new canes and paddle are fabulous...perfectly made, well balanced, and easy to sanitize. After reddening his ass, I directed him towards the sling frame in the other room, and proceeded to massage his prostate. I taunted him by talking about the naughty things we could do with the leather bondage sack next time...and then as his moans and breath rate increased, he begged me to allow the session to climax...he is a very good boy, and amuses me. I let him take another shower to freshen up after the hot and messy session, and then we shared good conversation and cold strawberries after the scene. We enjoyed ourselves and the new leather bondage sack very much!

Scrotal Inflation and Strap-On Play!

I had a lovely man play with Me again today; my friend is a switch, and appreciates the fun that can be had when he is receiving as opposed to giving. He brought me 6 new (verathaned) rattan canes (which is good--I only had 3 unbroken ones left). He also brought me a beautiful large new paddle--solid hickory hardwood, with many small holes to increase the wind speed and decrease the pre-smack air cusion. FUN!!!
He is one of the heaviest ass-players I've ever visited with; he takes dildo sizes that I usually only use to frighten and intimidate with ease. Today, he took the largest scrotal inflation I've given in years; while he is a relatively small man, he can take 90cc in each scrotal area of his sack, for a total of 180cc, (3 extra large syringes). We started out the play with a bondage / medical scene, then moved to the scrotal inflation. I taunted his balls after the inflation, then we moved to the sling room for some heavy insertional fun. After using both leather wrist/ankle and thight cuffs, I further secured him with some heavy rope bondage. Then, I used three increasing sizes of dildos; even the biggest was still too small for true edge play, so we moved to My fist...

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In Praise of Miss Poison by jamie

By the time I found myself standing at Mistresses door I was already hot with anticipation and anxiety of what was about to take place. When I was admitted by Mistress Poison I found myself standing before a beautiful young woman clothed in black leather, stockings and heels. She radiated both sensuality and dominance and I found myself feeling overwhelmed by Her vitality and power.

She immediately ordered me to kneel in Her presence. She then laid out the ground rules. i would be allowed a safe word. But should i prove worth to be one of Her slaves there would never again be a safe word. Also, there would never be any sex between us. As i was Her slave i did not deserve such pleasure. Mistress ordered me to slowly strip while She watched me. In that process i learned the difference between being naked and feeling naked. It is much more humiliating and degrading to feel naked than to simply be naked.

Then, Mistress examined me the way one would who was buying a pet. She placed a training collar around my neck and made me crawl behind her into a room with a carpet on the floor. i was ordered to lay on my back and place my arms straight up into the air. Mistress slipped leather mittens over my hands and tied them together so that i had no use of my hands. Then She tied a rope around my cock and balls and pulled it tight. i don't ever remember feeling so exposed and helpless and it felt absolutely erotic. She then placed my feet up on a bench and tied them to it so that my inner thighs were open to Her. Then She began to flog my thighs until they were sore and red.

Then She released my legs and handed me a pair of stockings and ordered me to put them on. She said that from now on i was to be trained to be one of Her sissy boys and that from this point on, any time i came to visit her i must wear a pair of stockings and that i should seriously consider getting myself a garter belt and a bra to go with them. She no longer wanted me to appear before her without them. And She told me that eventually i would be required to live in a tight and pretty corset as well. With stockings in place she made me walk up and down in front of her and asked me how the stockings felt as they rubbed together when i walked. To be honest i found them very arousing.

And because my cock and balls were still in bondage i found the feeling of tightness made me even more excited. Mistress said that when my body hair was removed the stockings would feel even more sensual. Mistress then tied me to an X-shaped cross to the point that i was completely unable to move. She then placed a gag in my mouth and attached clamps to my nipples and pulled on them until i yelled with the pain. But with the gag in place little sound actually escaped from me. Seeing my discomfort truly pleased Her and so She took an implement and began to run it all over my skin and it felt like they were being stabbed with hundreds of tiny needles. And every time i struggled to pull away from Her the tension on my nipples grew. i knew that i now belonged to Mistress. She could do whatever She wanted to me and there was nothing i could do about it. i found that the only response available to me was to surrender and to put my trust in my Mistress and to accept that whatever She wanted to do to me was for my own good. She told me that as i experienced more and more avenues of pain i would come to need it and to beg for it.

Finally, Mistress released my nipples from their clamps, removed the gag, untied me from the cross and ordered me to lie face down on a padded horse. She made me slid back so that my ass and my cock and balls hung over the edge. She then blindfolded me, placed a gag in my mouth and with leather straps tied me to the bench. She slowly rubbed Her hand over my ass in a gentle and arousing way. And with no warning She began to flog my ass. i could not move or yell or even see when the next stroke was coming. And to heighten my anticipation and anxiety even more She varied the timing of the strokes so i did not know when the next strike would come. i have never felt so powerless or so vulnerable. She simply kept telling me that as a sissy boy i needed to learn how to be disciplined and that this was just the beginning. In order to increase my level of tolerance in order to please Mistress i had to learn to endure much more interesting and painful forms of discipline. i had a long way to go before I would truly be worthy to stand before Her fully feminized and ready to serve Her as her sissy boy slave. She said that i would need to learn how to stand beside and behind Her and to anticipate Her needs. And that i should never look anyone in the eye. i was always to look only at people's crotches and to imagine my face tucked into them because that is all i was good for.

Once Mistress felt that i had begun to understand that i existed only to be trained by Her, She released me and forced me to kneel before Her and to kiss both of Her shoes and to express my gratitude for Her attention and Her willingness to free me from my masculinity and to help me find that feminine part of me that could truly be Her servant and Her slave. She said that the next time i came to see her She had this lovely chair to restrain me in so that She could continue to explore my tolerance for pain and to continue to bind me to Her as her obedient slave. i was then ordered to dress but before i was given permission to leave i was reminded that should i wish to meet with Her again i could only do so if i came dressed in feminine undergarments. And with that i was led out the door.

This was an experience i will never forget especially because it unleashed for me a desire that i did not know i had. i knew i was drawn to be dominated by a strong and vibrant woman, but i did not know that this desire was actually rooted in my desire to release the feminine nature within me. Mistress has helped me to see a whole new side to my personality and one that i am going to have to respond to if i am to feel whole again. For this i am deeply grateful to Mistress Poison, and hopeful that She will help me discover more about this part of myself. i am really looking forward to our next visit.

Delicious New Images of Miss Poison

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New Bondage Chamber at The TPE

The new Bondage Chamber includes: an Executioners Table with four spreader arms and naughty genital and face cutouts, a Bondage Bench which may be utilized in a face up or face down position, and a punishment cage with a padded base.

The new leather Bondage Sack is a special treat, for both bondage and sensory deprivation enthusiasts. It has three different methods to cinch in the lucky supplicant, and it fully covers from head to toe. The special multiple access points are pure genius, from the many zippers that open up in just the right places, to the velcro openings for extra taunting and pleasure. As well, the sack is fully equipped for suspension for the ultimate in the freedom and helplessness that great bondage and sensory deprivation can bring.

As well, The TPE is extremely fully equipped with many smaller pieces of bondage equipment including hundreds smaller items including: leather and metal cuffs and collars, bondage mitts, arm binders, bondage belts, spreader bars, chains, clips, locks, clamps, and of course--ropes!

There is enough room to be fully bound on a custom-made padded mat on the floor while The Mistress allows you to worship Her feet, or to be bound on the Executioners Table with the 4 spreader arms fully open while the Mistress taunts your more "vulnerable areas"...if you are a good boy, of course!