Showing posts with label BDSM. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BDSM. Show all posts

Friday, March 19, 2010

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:



1) Dominatrixes: Only the highest quality & genuine lifestyle Mistresses who are exceptionally skilled, passionate and dedicated to sharing sincere BDSM, Fetish & Fantasy. There are now only 3 Mistress on The TPE website, each of whom has a minimum of 15 years of genuine BDSM lifestyle experience, and deeply enjoy allowing select gentlemen access into Our world of superb BDSM play.

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.

For images of My new Pied-à-Terre Playspace, you may view My website@ http://www.canadiandomination.com/playrooms.html , or for more images-->My free gallery @ http://www.flickr.com/photos/torontopowerexchange/ (where you may also view real and graphic private BDSM play/session pictures by requesting to be My flickr contact--free and anonymous).

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...

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

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…

Saturday, January 9, 2010

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.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

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!

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

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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Friday, August 7, 2009

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.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

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"


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

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.

Friday, April 17, 2009

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.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Delicious New Images of Miss Poison








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Friday, January 30, 2009

Miss Poison's slave's Story (written Miss Poison's slave peter)

When I saw the picture of Miss Poison, I felt that I had to meet Her In person, though, She was far more beautiful than I had imagined. " I'm well aware that I am a beautiful young woman, but don't forget that you are here to serve Me, and that your submissiveness is the only reason that you are permitted in My presence."

She required me to follow two steps behind Her to the dungeon. Other Mistresses had always had me undress before the session, but Miss Poison ordered me to hold still and She undressed me Herself as I stood meekly before Her. She pushed me down to the floor as soon as I was naked, and She stepped on my testicles with Her stiletto heels, laughing as She ground the tip painfully into my groin. My penis was immediately erect and dripping, and Miss Poison collected the drip with her spike heel and forced me to lick it off Her shoe. There was something so sensual and erotic about Her every move, just the confident manner in which She carried Herself and Her remarkable beauty made me realize that I was in for the session of my life.

" I see that you are well-trained, slave, but that doesn't mean that things are going to be easy for you. I want you to understand that very shortly you are going to be tested to the limits of your pain endurance, but first you will bring pleasure to Me. I want you to begin by licking the bottom of My shoe, I want you to clean every square inch of it with your tongue." Miss Poison had a wraparound strap on Her shoe which She directed Me to undo with my teeth. "Pay attention, slave, because you will be required to put my shoes back on when you are done with my foot massage, and most slaves are not clever enough to figure out the proper sequence to get it buckled." Miss Poison was wearing fishnet stockings and She began putting Her toes in my mouth. "I want you to suck on My toes like you would suck on a cock, slave, I want you to give every one of My toes perfect blowjob, because it amuses Me."

Mistress Poison ordered me to sit up straight, and she attached steel-toothed clamps to my nipples, and held the chain taut. "The harder I pull on your nipples, slave, the harder I want you to massage My feet. I want you to work your thumb into the ball of My feet." She tugged on my nipples cruelly and stomped on my balls with Her other foot, laughing all the while as I struggled to concentrate on giving Her the best foot massage possible. "Don't think about your pain. slave, think about My pleasure. ; I enjoy seeing you suffer, and it isn't going to get any easier." She was so beautiful and sexy that I felt stunned to be at Her feet, serving Her. I could see that She was enjoying Herself, and I felt proud that She found me to be an entertaining slave. My cock was dripping more and more, and She made me lick up every drop off Her shoe.

When one foot was rubbed and kissed and adored to Her satisfaction, She ordered me to put the shoe back on, and it was tricky, but I figured it out as I had taken Her orders very seriously and I knew She would be disappointed if I failed to fasten it properly on the first try. She tightened my nipple clamps and ordered me to do an even better job on Her right foot than I had on Her left, even though the pain was getting more intense and She was putting much of Her weight directly on my testicles. I had never been at the foot of such a sexy Mistress and I was determined to be as obedient and submissive as She demanded, as She seemed to be having fun training me. Miss Poison inserted Her entire foot in my mouth and held my head against the floor while She kicked at my cock and balls with Her other foot.

When She was satisfied with Her foot massage, She snapped a collar around my neck and dragged me across the floor to a rack full of various implements of torture and discipline. "I want you to pick two items for your discipline, slave, which will begin very soon. Pick them up in your mouth, and crawl over to the bondage horse." I selected a riding crop and a leather strap and obeyed Her order as She led me by my leash across the dungeon floor on my hands and knees.and yanked me up off the floor and onto my back on the bondage horse. "Spread your legs as wide as possible, slave, I want your cock and balls to be fully exposed and vulnerable"

Within moments I was restrained in inescapable bondage. "Try to get away slave, try as hard as you can!" I struggled mightily, but there was no escape, I was at Her mercy, (and loving every minute of it.) Miss Poison took a moment to admire Her work and laugh at my predicament, spread-eagled on Her bondage horse, with my fully erect cock: an easy target for Her riding crop. With much amusement She began whipping me all over my body with the riding crop while I continued to hold the leather strap in my teeth. "Aren't you going to thank your Mistress, slave?"

With every blow I shouted "Thank You Mistress Poison!!" until they became too rapid for me to keep up with Her. She paused, putting the clamps back on my nipples, and lighting a red candle which She placed on my chest. She put the crop in my mouth and began beating my cock and balls with the strap.

"Don't move, or you'll knock the candle over, slave! Don't forget to thank your Mistress!!" She intensified Her whipping until I was ecstatic with pain and my excitement exploded over her leather strap, which She made me swallow and lick off until the strap was clean. She then took the candle, which was a short thick design with a large pool of melted wax in the center around the wick, and poured the wax on my chest in the shape of a P. When She released me She had me empty her garbage containers, bag it up, and take it out to the street. I returned a week later for a second mind-blowing session before I left Toronto for my home in the United States, and I have never stopped dreaming of the awesome and beautiful Miss Poison, and how She trained me in the two most perfect sessions of my life. I have served many beautiful Mistresses but Miss Poison remains the most talented and the most beautiful among them, with the special attribute that She seemed to truly enjoy the session as well, which for me makes the time spent serving Her even more meaningful. Thank You, Mistress Poison.
Sex and the Professional Dominatrix

PLEASE READ THE ENTIRE ARTICLE BEFORE YOU JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS!

For My entire ten years as a Pro Dom, I have been debating the reasons for and against having sex with My submissive male visitors. I have committed Myself to bring up the issue in this public forum, based on the pro's and con's of a Female Professional Dominant and Her male submissive visitor engaging (or not) in intimate sexual relations on a professional basis. I do not intend to say that sex should or should not take place, I only hope to explore all points for and against. We can all make our own safe, sane and consensual decisions.

What is sex? What is sex to a Female Dominant, and what is sex to a male submissive? For O/our intents and purposes, I will only define sex within this specific S/M context. Based on how We are made, sex for a Female is generally internal, emotional, and invasive, while being an expression of vulnerability and intimacy. Sex for a man is mainly external, physical and penetration, as well as being a show of strength and power.

The specific sex acts that can take place within an S/M scene are "bodyworship" (oral-genital skin-to-skin contact); hand or mouth contact of any part of a Mistresses' clothed or unclothed body, including Her breasts, Her cleavage, Her pubic area, Her outer vagina, Her inner vagina, Her thighs, or any other (not necessarily) sexual part of Her body. A male submissive may also enter a Mistresses' body (via Her vagina, anus or mouth) with his penis, tongue, hand, finger or any other foreign object She may have in Her dungeon or bedroom, such as a dildo or butt-plug, or anything longer than it is wide. If the male submissive is well behaved and lucky enough, it is not unheard of for the Mistress to offer "assisted release", where She manually or orally pleasures the mans' penis or asshole with Her own body, or maybe a vibrator or any other tool She is prepared with. (New variations emerge daily, including "foot jobs"...)

Have you experienced any of the above acts within your Mistress/sub relationship? Or not ? Have you ever questioned why or why not? Well, let's stop thinking with our groins, and start thinking with our brains. (The brain is the largest sexual organ.)


There are a few reasons why sex might happen in an S/M scene between a Domina and a (male) sub. The main reason is that a Dominant Woman should do whatever She wants to do, whenever She wants to do it. Providing, of course, that all players safely and sanely consent to the activities that may take place.

Professional Domination does fall into the business category of the "Sex Industry". We are providing a sensual, (although not necessarily sexual) service. If the fantasy or fetish of the male submissive involves sexual (as opposed to sensual) gratification, and if the Dom agrees to providing this kind of service during the negotiations, both the Dom and the sub could benefit from this arrangement.

A potential visitor called Me the other day stating he has a "cunt fetish". After my laughter stopped, I informed him that all men have a cunt fetish, (as do most Lesbians!) If his fantasy involves being smothered with a Womans' breasts, or suffocation with a panty-clad (or naked) cunt, or strangulation with a powerful Womans' thighs, it is highly possible he will be able to find a Pro Dom willing to provide that kind of service.

Some submissive men believe that a Woman cannot enjoy a scene without sexual gratification, (eg. An orgasm or a very well faked one), therefore they enjoy "orally pleasing a Mistress". Some bottoms get a thrill out of "degrading" themselves by cleaning the Mistresses' moist fragrant pussy, or freshening up Her pungent asshole with their eager tongues. I personally do not think of the sub as degrading themselves, but as being greatly honoured and rewarded by that intimate pleasure. But, I am the last person to judge ones' perversions. It's a sick world! (Thank Goddess.)


It is my hope that if people are enjoying these activities, they are practising saf(er) sex. An attractive Woman who is sexually available to anyone with enough money has probably been with many more sexual partners then a Woman who is not employed through the sex industry. Realistically, She has a greater chance of being in intimate contact with someone who has an S.T.D. Most professionals in the sex industry use protection, but many people do not use latex condoms and/or dental dams when they are engaging in oral sex. (Especially combined with an antiviral lubricant or spermacide that has nonoxyl 9.) These two precautions are nowhere near 99% effective against H.I.V, Herpes, or any other S.T.D. except when used properly.

If your mistress has allowed you "the greatest of honours", who else has She allowed?

Please respect yourself and your Dominant, by using complete and proper protection.

For certain Dominant Women, combining S/M and sex can be hugely financially rewarding. If the "traditional" Dominant decides to provide "full service" for Her visitorss, She can double Her wealth. , Sexual "full service" Domination starts at about $500 for the hour. This higher level was what the standard foot fetishist gave tribute for an hour of My time ten years ago. (There were as many Professional Dominatrixes in Canada then as there are in Toronto, now.)

Fully equipped, quality Domination sessions led by a safe, competent Dominas are currently going for around $275-325 for an hour, less per each additional hour. (Please consider that Our dungeon has about $100,000 worth of custom- made equipment; and a single outfit can run upwards of $500 for boots, $500 for a corset, $1000 for a bra, panties, garter, and/or a top with a skirt or pants. Please do not ask the price of this in leather or latex! This does not include makeup, hair, manicure and pedicure. The total outfit can be minimum $2000.)


Money means different things to men and Women. Generally, men equate money with power. Money brings feelings of security to Women. The reason that finances are dealt with at the beginning of a sensual exchange between men and Women is because men are subconsciously giving the power (through money) to Women, and Women need a sense of security before sharing themselves sensually. It is not surprising that some Women have decided to combine Domination and sex for money.

However, many of Us Dominant Women have chosen NOT to allow our inferior male submissives sexual intimacy. Mainly, We exist in the grey area of the Law, and providing sex for Our visitors would be too much for an archaic legal system to handle.

Women Who have all the power and sexual initiative as well?
Call the Morality Squad!

Canada's outdated sexual laws are hardly enforced on the "Johns" who frequently break them, meanwhile legally and financially penalizing the mainly poor and generally uneducated Women who are only trying to make a decent living.

Our current laws only protect the frigid and hypocritical men and women who for political, social, and personal reasons wish to impose their minority morals on the public majority.

The illegality of sex for money only increases shame and secrecy, as well as the spread of diseases.

Prostitution should be decriminalized, so we can regulate the sex trade for reasons of public health safety, and also make fee distinctions based on the quality of service.

Many European governments have successfully regulated Prostitution. But, for now, "solicitation for the purposes of sex" is illegal in Canada. The best Professional Dominants can do, is keep legally clean, and maybe one day, Our Profession will not be in such a grey legal area.

Another reason sex should not take place in a paid S/M scene is because of the health hazards explained earlier. Many of My sub male visitors visit Me because they respect their current partners,(and themselves) and wish to experience a sensual exchange of power without physically or psychologically compromising themselves. Unless you have been 100% monogamous with your partner (and they 100% in return) for ALL your sexual life, you must assume everyone you play with has every disease and S.T.D. , and play with that in mind. This is the only way to stay alive and healthy enough to continue an active sensual/sexual lifestyle.



The biggest reason to not have an intimate sexual Dominant/submissive relationship, is because such an interaction is fundamentally against the principals of a Dominant Woman's and a submissive males' exchange of power. Professional Doms are the Untouchable Goddess to sub. males. (The literal meaning of the title "Dominatrix" is Queen.) By the nature of sex, men cannot look up to a Woman who "lowers" Herself to his level for physical sexual gratification. Men equate sex with power and penetration, and Women generally equate sex with vulnerability and emotional and physical surrender, by the fact that men put their penises inside a Woman's vagina (or mouth, or anus) and inside Her body. A man naturally feels he has to be in control in most sexual exchanges, and if a man is truly submissive, he should want to give the power and control to a Superior Dominant Woman. The only reason a man would want to have sex (orally, vaginally, anally or manually) with his Mistress is if he wants to take the power back (that he previously gave his Dominatrix) at the end of T/their session. These men are uncomfortable, and unsure about their submissive nature.

Hamsters can fuck. It takes an intelligent human being to be perverted.

True S/M is not about genitalia.

Putting a cock in a cunt is not necessarily the punctuation at the end of a sexual sentence.

Real S/M is about sensually, physically, emotionally and spiritually challenging one's self.

Real S/M is not about getting off.

Personally, I have nothing against sex for money. I love going to watch gorgeous male or Female Exotic Dancers. I am passionately dedicated to My calling as a Professional Dominatrix. These three careers are considered part of the Sex Industry, but they are not the same, and should be kept completely and totally separate.

It was only a few years ago, that thanks to the perverted perserverance of a few people in the S/M Community that consensual Sadomasochistic Activities were removed from the Diagnostic Manual of Psychiatry as deviant and negative practices. Just think! Safe, Sane and Consensual S/M was considered on the same level as Paul Bernardo's and Jeffrey Dalmers' criminal activities. (Thank you, to Those who changed that outdated belief.)

Hopefully, "communication with the intent of purchasing sexual services" will be legalized soon. It will be very difficult for that to happen if the sex profession does not start treating sexual services for money as legitimately and seriously as private consensual S/M'ers treat themselves. In order for this to happen, sex must be kept separate from Professional S/M.

Currently, ANY item or activity that a SINGLE independent police officer views as "obscene", is legal cause to shut down an entire dungeon, and confiscate all of the Professional Dominas' equipment, and personal belongings if She works out of Her residence. The current obscenity laws are not clearly defined, they are vague and open to personal interpretation.

This MUST change.

If a male submissive comes to the Toronto Power Exchange, and visits with any of Our Dominas, they will be honoured and respected as subs, and We know you will revere Us as Dominants. You will be sensually entertained, challenged, and played with. We fully realize that men are largely sexually influenced, however We know that you have a mind, and spirit as well. I promise you that We will explore you as completely as you will allow and trust Us to . We will take you above and beyond a mere sexual experience, and grow and explore the world of S/M with you.

There is little better than a good animalistic fucking. I Myself have almost crossed over the slippery sexual line a couple of times, by the powerful energy that I have created with a private submissive in a scene.

However, the most meaningful and memorable time I have had, has been in a scene where there was only pure S/M. A good Pro Dom can stimulate your mind, body and spirit.

We have the creativity and intelligence to challenge and entertain you for the entire time you are in Our presence.

Your fantasies can be created with a Professional Dominatrix. After the session, you can use the reality of your scene however you wish. Sex with your Dominatrix would destroy your fantasy.
The Astrological submissive

As promised; here is My opinion of the male deviants' (sub/fetishist/masochist) astrological characteristics. To keep it simple, I have chosen to the sun or main sign to analyse the 12 different personality types. Only one little disclaimer; some of you may actually present your secondary or even tertiary astrological characteristics to A Professional Dominatrix when you play with Her. It doesn't matter; in most cases your main sign will be an adequate description, if not, freely choose the one (or ones) that are closest to your submissive/fetishist/masochist personality. I suggest that all twelve of the personality types are thoughtfully considered, as each have points of interest that can be applied to anyone, regardless of your sun-sign or client "type".

The "Pushy Bottom" Client; Aries tendencies. (Also known as "topping from the bottom.") This is a controlling client who is an overachieving "Type A" personality. He is charming, enthusiastic, aggressive, bold, self-confident, articulate, adventurous, organised, and very masculine. He is also demanding, insensitive, impatient, manipulative, egotistical, and very dominant. He is in a constant personal struggle with his submissive tendencies, and many Dommes are tempted to dismiss this man as a "lazy top"; it is not that simple. This type of client is rarely aware of his breach in etiquette and display of bad manners; he feels that he is only making sure he "gets what he pays for", and thinks that giving over control means he is weak, and less of a man. This client is not ready to embrace the contradictions within him, and to accept that a healthy human beings' personality can comprise two completely opposite characteristics. In their "everyday" life, Aries are very straightforward, but in their fantasy life they are very unorthodox. They love danger and the thrill of pursuit, so they are always on the search for a "better" Mistress. (The leather is always blacker on the other side of town.) Aries clients require constant attention, consistent ego-stroking and new experiences to conquer. They are sensually intense, quick to excite, and (often over-) eager to achieve their final (fetish/fantasy related) goal. The Aries client is prone to headaches, eye-strain, fevers, and stress-related (psychological and physical) problems. If the Aries gentleman wishes to enrich his Professional fetish and fantasy experience, he should accept his submissive side, and utterly give into the Dominant care of a confident Mistress. Each human needs to be taken care of once-in-a-while; relax and treat yourself by relinquishing all your responsibilities to a wise and experienced Professional Dominatrix.

The "Sensualist" client; Taurus disposition. This man may or may not be submissive in the truest sense--but it does not matter, as he is usually quite well-mannered in his passive search for sensuous pleasures. He is sensual, loyal, strong, magnetic, romantic, straightforward, good with people, and eager to please. The Taurus client enjoys sensuous delights such as music, candles, pillows, scents, and fine foods?although sometimes to the point of overindulgence. He can also be stubborn, insatiable, possessive, conservative, lazy, and a little materially focused. He is not one to verbalise a problem until it is too late, such as not calling his safe-word "yellow", then having to call serious "red" when their problem has gotten much bigger. Taurus clients rarely enjoy complex fantasising, heavy intellectual role-play or Dominance and submission games, they prefer to enjoy sensual pleasures on a much simpler level, such as giving the Mistress a massage, worshipping Her feet, feeding Her, (or being fed), or maybe accompanying The Mistress to the Symphony, Opera, or an expensive restaurant. The Taurus client prefers to be the passive (a "bottom"), as opposed to the "submissive" player, and they need to have the Mistress suggest new areas of fun and games. Some Taurus clients require a well-planned regime of discipline in order to curb their idle tendencies. Taurus submissives are plagued with neck, throat, and kidney problems. (Nothing a good posture collar and kidney belt can't fix though.) If the Taurus client wants to have a great time with his Mistress, he should spoil Her with the specific pleasures She enjoys. When two people deeply and honestly share an earthly experience together, a base and sensual experience can be elevated to a mystic meeting of souls.

The "Switch" client; Gemini proclivity. This is one client almost too accepting of his duality; he revels in playing the submissive as well as the Dominant. Thank Goddess there are Professional Fetish and Fantasy Switches who enjoy being Professionally Dominant and submissive; unfortunately there are not as many Pro Switches as there are Gemini/switch clients. The Gemini client is an excellent communicator, intellectual, ingenious, quick witted, the life of the party, and is a wonderful story-teller. He can also be somewhat of a gossip, restless, easily bored, quickly frustrated, seemingly unemotional, insecure, and subject to grandiosity. Being the twin sign of Gemini, he is highly contradictory. This client is more interested in talking about perversity than actually experiencing it, although he will give back as much energy as his Mistress shares with him. He loves adventure and intrigue, and will often take risks simply to avoid boredom-- rather that a true need to experience something new. He desires an intellectual Mistress with an appreciation for the bizarre who must be at least his cerebral equal, if not smarter. He tends to be sexually fickle, with multiple partners, and is often bi-sexual (in thought if not in deed.) The Gemini client may have problems with his lungs, so an environment with allergens or smoke is not recommended. He will also have problematic hands and arms, so positions where his arms are (loosely) placed lower than his heart are best for his circulation, longevity and comfort. If Mr.Gemini has an appetite for a fun and kinky time, he must be absolutely clear to his potential Pro Domme about his switch (Dominant & submissive) tendencies, regardless of his particular needs during the upcoming session. Even better, he should search for the company of an astute and experienced Professional Switch.

The "faithfully devoted" client; Cancer propensities. This is the gentleman submissive that every Pro Domme utterly cherishes, or wishes they had in their stable. Another Mistress and I have several, and it is an utter pleasure to be around them, and a joy to play with them. They always bring Us practical gifts for Us and Our Domain, and always stay much longer than they intended to in order make Our life more comfortable. Cancer submissives often become personal subs or life-time slaves to the Professional Dominatrix. The Cancer sub is loving, protective, domestic, nurturing, traditional, ritualistic, sensitive, emotionally communicative, intuitive, sentimental, diplomatic, poetic, and most of all romantic. Negatively, he is moody, easily depressed, possessive, clingy, self-focused, and he will probably be an emotional and literal packrat. His tough exterior hides a very soft and tender heart, and he will bottle up his feelings until he explodes. He may allow his irrational emotions to rule over his otherwise sensible head because of his insecure and jealous tendencies. His sensuality is reflective of his home environment, and he absolutely requires security and emotional/intimate fidelity. (Although he may play around himself, he is deeply wounded when his Mistress' personal attention is focused elsewhere.) His Mistress' desires are truly more important than satisfying his own; in fact his strongest desires are satiated by pleasing his Dominant Partners'. This submissive totally submerses himself in the fetish and fantasy lifestyle, and he is soulfully serious about his subservient position. Once the cancer submissive is secure in his environment, he is very sensually creative and extremely affectionate and loyal. He will usually have some "unresolved maternal issues" (as modern psychiatry terms it), and he does have a tendency to turn Mistress into Mommy. The cancer submissive might be easily emotionally stressed, as well as having stomach and intestinal problems, sensitive livers and diaphragms, various neuroses, emotional disorders and an occasional penchant for imagining themselves into false illnesses. However, the personal and spiritual highs the cancer submissive can journey with The lucky Dominatrix towards are immensely worth the few superficial negatives he may posses. If the cancer submissive yearns for a superior Mistress/submissive relationship, he should "lighten up", stop taking himself and his circumstances so seriously, and let his Domina lead him mind, body, and soul for some serious play.

The "Fetishist" Client; Leo leanings. Leo the lion. I was reluctant to make direct comparisons to the animals that the signs represent, but in this case it relevant. The Leo or fetishist client is on the prowl for a strong, beautiful Lioness with a purrrfect fetish wardrobe. I know one Leo gentleman client who has an entire personal wardrobe in leather, as well as his car, which is entirely outfitted and upholstered in the finest black leather. Mmm... Leo is grand, confident, generous, proud, enthusiastic, ambitious, determined, strong, fashionable, well groomed, and very handsome or striking. (Yes, they have a great mane of hair, too.) Conversely, they may be superficial, vain, egocentric, phallocentric, overbearing, lazy, self-centred, and they have the irritating habit of needing the last word or being the ultimate authority. Due to all this bravado, a Leo may occasionally experience sexual impotence, as the anxiety of living up to their own grandiose ideals of sexuality are difficult. The Leo fetishist is as impeccably groomed as they expect their Mistress to be, and She better have a huge fetish wardrobe containing every style, fabric, and colour for the Leo client to worship. It helps if the Mistress Herself is immaculately presented, with perfect makeup, thick and healthy hair, a strong and toned body, and of course long and perfectly manicured claws...I mean nails. Leo's Mistress must be very self assured, emotionally strong, confident, and utterly Dominant, as he will not submit to someone weaker than himself. Leo clients are absolutely not into degradation or humiliation, and will only try new things carefully introduced by a worthy Dominatrix if they remain the centre of attention. For a successful scene, this randy lion should seek a strongly feminine Pro Domme who enjoys lavishing flattery, ego-massage, and consistent id-reinforcement on Her fetishist play-partner, as well as being able to accept gratuitous praise and adoration with a grain of salt. Fetish and fantasy play all just a beautiful game to the fetishist/Leo client.

The Obsessive client; Virgo inclinations. Both Myself, Miss Poison and Mistress Demonika have seen gentlemen such as this; each was a different man, but each wore spotless knee-high sport-socks during their scene, one wore surgical gloves, one wore yellow dish gloves, and the third wore shoulder-length calving gloves. Each brought their own tools and supplies which were carefully pre-sterilised and wrapped, and each spent at least 20 minutes preparing the playroom(s) before the scene began. One would think that the obsessive/"neat freak" client would cause more work and stress for a Pro Domme, but he doesn't. They just have their own way of doing things, and it is no comment on The Professionals' standards of cleanliness. Virgo clients are analytical, practical, detailed, industrious, adaptable, idealistic, good at repetitive tasks, and very service oriented. They may be negative, critical, fastidious, cynical, sceptical, over-analytical, self-critical, perfectionistic, despondent, and sometimes downright picky. They have very high expectations of themselves and others, and as martyrs, they love to use guilt as a weapon. Once their sanitary standards have been achieved, they are very easy submissives to play with, and love to be set on a course of helpful pursuits such as cleaning the bathroom floor with a small brush, or organising 3 years worth of tax receipts. He prefers to visit a well-renowned Professional Dominatrix on a regular (if somewhat minimal basis) so he can bask in the shared reflection of Her spotlight. He is initially difficult to get to know, but once he trusts a Mistress and truly opens himself up to Her, he will be a lifelong admirer. Sensually, the Virgo client is delicate and conservative, and very slow to show any interest in the fetish and fantasy activity he is participating in, yet once he gets interested he is very hard to "cool down". His intellect is stronger than his libido, but he is open to experimentation as long as the proposed play is organised and well thought out. The Virgo client keeps his fetish and fantasy play very separate from other aspects of self-exploration and his life. He respects the need for consensual deviance in his life, and he must respect the Mistress he shares it with. The "neat freak" or Virgo client often has a cold, flu, sinusitis or allergies due to killing too much of the healthy bacteria in his life. Due to his anal-retentive qualities, he may suffer from constipation or intestinal complaints. The smart Virgo client will play with a Professional Mistress who is very neat and organised Herself, who can accept the Virgo/neat-freak personality type, and maybe even play along with his (cleaning) obsessions and use them to enrich his scene, as opposed to complicating the fantasy session.

The Indecisive Client; Libra Tendencies. This submissive client is always yearning for balance in their lives. This means that many potential (Libra) clients are always looking for a richer Fetish and Fantasy experience or a "better" Mistress instead of finding the key or balance within them. They can never quite make up their mind, because the answer lies internally, not externally. They are often elegant, suave, and urbane. They strive for justice, harmony, fairness, beauty, and aesthetics in their life. Libra clients are flirtatious, and promote peace, diplomacy, social graces and good manners. They have problems with procrastination, making decisions, and they often go between many varied Pro and Private Dominatrixes because of this. They sometimes visit several Dominatrixes at once, as they are "in love with love". Libra clients are also prone to falling for false flattery, because they need to be admired for their overall wit, good taste, charm, and accomplishments. Some Libra clients may be coquettish, devious, narcissistic, material, and insecure. When Mr.Libra works hard, he plays hard; and then he collapses until nature restores his balance again. He prefers to be pursued, and may contact many different Pro Dommes until One shows him that She is willing to contend for his company. Once he has finally made a decision on which Dominatrix to devote himself to, and the aesthetics of the play-rooms and Mistress are just right, he will give his Mistress as much energy and attention as She gives him. He finds his true identity in such a harmonious relationship. The indecisive/Libra client may have health problems with his lower back, kidneys, and possible blood sugar complaints. Libra must find a patient Pro Domme who can teach him that indecisiveness is really a fear of failure, and that it is better to regret something you have done than to regret something you haven't done.


The Pervert; Scorpio Personified. Think Roman Polanski. Yes, he had relations with a 14 year old minor, which is illegal, but it has not been determined if the young lady in question was (capable of) consenting. This is the line that many Scorpio's walk; between edge play and up to the line of non-consensuality. Perversion is defined as "any means of sexual gratification that are widely regarded as being abnormal" especially when practised in preference to normal heterosexual intercourse." Goddess! That means that W/we are all perverts then, whee! I don't know anyone that strictly practices "normal heterosexual intercourse" (whatever the fuck that means...) But, when I describe a Scorpio client as being a pervert, I mean that out of all the signs in the zodiac, this is the submissive most likely to ask for (legal & consensual) scenes too perverse to mention. This is the client that could shock even ME! Scorpio submissives are dark and mysterious, lustful, extremely sexually magnetic, wilful, passionate, deeply emotional, loyal, inquisitive, intuitive and psychic, tenacious, strong willed, highly mentally and physically recuperative, enigmatic and intense. However, Scorpio submissives can also be superstitious, competitive, jealous, vindictive, manipulative, stubborn, controlling, sarcastic, intensely private, sexually insatiable, too self sufficient, and sometimes a bit of a loner. Submissive Scorpio's are so accepting and open to exploring their sexual proclivities that there is no sexual repression or guilt (which is the main cause of sexually criminal behaviour). Just because their tastes run from "abnormal", to bizarre (and even extreme), does not mean that Scorpio's are mentally ill. However, there is a slightly higher risk of Scorpio's getting an infection or S.T.D. as Scorpio's sexual organs are extra sensitive. Scorpio submissives love to combine primal passion with spiritual ecstasy, so they should find a wild and wise Professional Dominatrix who can guide them on a fun 'Safe, Sane & Consensual' journey.


The Endorphin Junkie; Saggitarius Traits. This client is not really a submissive, but a masochist-meaning he enjoys the challenge of pain and the subsequent adrenaline/endorphin rushes. He loves a physical challenge and is often addicted to extreme sports such as shark wrestling, parachuting,, bungee jumping, paragliding, etc. Anything that makes him feel more alive, I have a few gentlemen callers such as this. One in particular visits Me every 4 months or so, just before he is off to travel in a foreign land to dive off cliffs into exotic waters. (Lucky bastard...) he arrives for his appointment in a large pick-up truck, or a very powereful and loud motorcycle. The saggitarian client is constantly on a quest for truth and knowledge; always in pursuit of adventue and a good time. He is honest, humourous, positive, a social extrovert, an idealist, communicative and versatile. He may also be restless, tactless, and have an adversity to taking direct orders. He hates being an underling. He may be the epitome of the eternal bachelor, and he is either very extravagant or an utter miser. The endorphin seeking client has a good combination of human intellect and animal passions. He likes discipline, endurance tests and experimentation, but he hates bondage and submissive training. He is sensually lively, adventurous and open-minded with absolutely no guilt or shame. His only health problems lie in over-exertion and will probably effect his hips, thighs or feet. The Saggitarius/Adrenaline seeking client should probably seek a strong Dominatrx Who understands that a lack of submissiveness is not indicitive of any faults in Her. She should not question Her true Dominance if a Saggitarius-type client contacts Her , as a Domme is only as strong as Her submissive. Mr Saggitarius just likes to "live life big" and would do well to play with a Domme who can give him as much fun as he demands.

The "Distinguished Gentleman" client; Capricorn characteristics. When he is young, this submissive looks handsomely middle aged?when he is 65+, he looks handsomely middle aged. (I can't say for sure if he was born with greying temples and a three-piece suit, though...) He can be a little insecure and shy when young, but when he matures (40ish), he is quite socially skilled and well grounded. This gentleman is loyal, faithful, tenacious, logical, hardworking, determined, ambitious, pragmatic, responsible, methodical, and reserved, yet he has a dry sense of humour. Negatively, he might be possessive, jealous, prideful, defensive, hard to get to know, and have absolutely no self-humour. He tends to concentrate too much of his energies into his business life, and not enough on his personal life?which is why he visits Professional Dominatrixes. While he is very straight-laced, he can be quite "goatish" in the fetish and fantasy context once he is properly warmed up. This may take some time; but once that tie is removed from his neck and wrapped around his genitals, he can be quite the little slut for his Mistress. He often has a huge personal collection of fetish and fantasy equipment that he has taken years to collect. He should not be made to kneel too much, as he is prone to bone/knee/joint problems. Stress may cause skin complications and allergic flare-ups. This dignified client should partner with a Professional Dominatrix who can see through his confident veneer of career fixation and material success to the somewhat insecure, passionate and enthusiastic naughty little man in need of some seriously fun behaviour modification.

The Experimental Client; Aquarius inclinations. Life is one big, fun university for this submissive. Think Einstein; although it is probably not a good idea to image him being spanked?some things are just too weird! I have one client like this, and as long as I am smoking with a very long cigarette holder while wearing shoulder-length opera gloves, I can do whatever else I want with him. The Aquarius client is the most unorthodox of the zodiac, as well as being very original, intellectual, inventive, optimistic, eclectic, unpredictable, profound, eccentric, and a free thinker. Some may find him eerily detached, personally uninvolved, sceptical, stubborn, offhand, resistant and lazy. He likes to takes risks, as long as it will be exciting and unpredictable for him. He does not have a huge sensual drive, but a definite need to explore and be stimulated is very strong within the Aquarius client. He does not like to be tied down in the literal or esoteric sense. He is subject to muscle cramps, sudden illnesses, and freak accidents. He may take long breaks from his Mistress every so-often to recharge himself physically and emotionally. When he is ready to experiment again, he needs a Professional Dominatrix who can share his sense of wonder and his joy of life?in the dungeon as well as the "real world".


The Compulsive Client; Pisces propensities. This is the classic guilt-ridden masochist with an almost unhealthy urge to be dominated. Maybe once a year, sometimes even less frequently, the compulsive client calls up every Pro Domme in town, book appointments with every Pro Domme within a one or two day time frame, and actually shows up for most (if not all) his appointments. After this, he throws away all of his toys, books, magazines, videos, everything; and then starts all over again sometime later. The most memorable example of this type of personality was a man who booked five appointments with five different Mistresses in one day; each of them being intense medical cleansings. (This was a very dirty little man, people!) I have no idea if he made it to the last Mistress, but I think he was too drained after the fourth one to even make it back to his hotel room. The Pisces client tends to be dreamy, artistic, creative, sensitive, spiritual, compassionate, adaptable, tender, and loving. He will probably also be emotionally vulnerable, clingy, melancholic, easily deceived (and quick to deceive), manipulative, depressive, guilt-ridden, and definitely masochistic. This client has a need to be needed, is fantasy prone, has low self-esteem, and a fear of rejection. He will always chose the wrong life-partner, but he can be highly romantic and a loyal and caring playmate. He is sensually ambivalent, very libidinous, and masturbates frequently. He is like a sensual chameleon; he will reflect his Mistress' interests, and then become confused. He may use alcohol or drugs to fuel his libido, and he idealises his Mistress(es) by allowing his imaginative emotions to cloud his judgement. He has an absolutely masochistic urge to be dominated, and can become quite fixated on the negative or dark aspects of sex. His few health problems are caused by compulsive overeating, badly cared for feet, or by his overactive imagination. The compulsive Pisces client must seek Professional help by a caring Dominatrix to help him fully accept his masochistic and submissive tendencies. Complete self-acceptance does not happen overnight, but with the direction of a compassionate Mistress he might stop punishing himself, and let the Mistress take care of him.


Without getting too preachy, I hope you subs/fetishists/masochists have learned something about yourselves. The more honest you are, the better you can share your fetish and fantasy desires with your Professional Dominatrix. It doesn't matter if you are looking for a fun and kinky encounter, or searching for a deep and meaningful experience; each are equally important, and both types of fetish and fantasy play should satisfy your mind, body and soul. Whether you are a submissive, fetishist, or masochist, (or a combination of all three types), you should completely open yourself up to the services of A Professional Dominatrix, Fetish & Fantasy Specialist, or Skilled Sadist, (or the rare combination of all three), who can challenge, excite, and humble you on your divinely deviant journey.