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

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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.

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!

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

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 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!

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.

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.

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A Session With Miss Poison...

i'm a 62 yr old man with a foot fetish. For years i fantasized about being forced to lick the feet of a Dominant woman. i finally got up the courage and got on line and found the TPE website. i read the bios and looked at the photos etc. Miss Poison seemed like the one for me, so i arranged an appt.

i arrived at the location at exactly the assigned time (no sense getting your Dominatrix angry). i knocked, the door opened and i entered...There she was, long black hair, dark brown eyes, ruby lips, flawless white skin encased in a shiny black vinyl dress. She was GORGEOUS, and i hadn't even checked out her feet yet. My heart was pounding...

"Take off your coat and shoes, then follow Me." i followed her to the bathroom and She told me to wash my hands thoroughly and take off as many clothes as i felt comfortable with. i left my underwear and socks on and opened the door. She looked at me smiled and said, "Why are you standing in My presence?" i dropped to all fours and crawled down the hallway to the next room, "the sling salon". She sat in the chair and said, "Kneel on that cushion, you're going to be there for a while."

I knelt in front of her and gazed at her feet, they were in a fishnet pattern stocking covered by an open toed shoe that was buckled up her thigh. She told me to remove her shoes and sniff her nylons... It was heaven, but short lived. She immediately handed me another pair of shoes to put on her feet, as soon as i had finished tying them She ordered me to start kissing them. It was fantastic-- i kissed licked and sucked her lovely shoes.

She ordered me to follow Her into the next room with the "St. Andrews Cross". Miss Poison walked to the counter and then placed a leather collar around my neck and snapped it shut...she whispered in my ear, "Do you know what you are?" "Your slave Mistress," i stammered. "Good boy," She purred, "now get up on that horse". i did and was promptly buckled in, and with even my collar connected to the horse, i was completely at Her mercy. She rubbed my bum and gave me a few spanks. She then informed me she wanted to give me a "rosy" bottom. She started lightly paddling my bottom and gradually the force intensified. She would peek by lifting my underwear and her comment was always the same, "No, not red yet". "Maybe this will heat things up," She said. She pulled down my drawers and sprayed some liquid on my bum. YIKES! That did indeed warm things up. That stuff plus the paddling my ass felt like it was on FIRE. "There, a nice shade of pink," She chuckled and undid me from my bonds.

Miss Poison then sat in a chair with a pitcher of water and two glasses beside her. i was ordered to pour her a glass."Remove my shoes," She said. "Smell my feet, do they smell different?" "They smell wonderful," was my reply. Miss Poison proceeded to place her nylon clad foot into the glass of water and she the shoved her foot into my gaping mouth. i sucked as hard as i could to drink all the water, and this process was repeated several times.

"I'm bored, remove your briefs," She stated. She shackled me to two spreader bars (one for my arms one for my legs). She got some tiny clothes pins and started placing them all over my body. When they were all in place she sat back down, took off her stockings and told me to suck her bare feet. As i was in a state of euphoria doing what i had been longing for she grabbed a riding crop and started whipping off the clips...To be continued

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.