Review in Honour of Ms Zea

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




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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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




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

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

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

Thank You, Ms Zea.

Suspension Session PART TWO (By Ms Zea)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An unbelievable activity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Fantastic Introduction to a Wonderful New Location…


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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…

Feedback from The Session with My New Photo Subject

Hello Ms Zea,

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cheers,
j

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

Hello Ms Zea,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank You Ms Zea, stay well

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

Continued...



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...

Session with Ms Zea, Thank You, July 27th

Good evening Ms Zea,

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

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

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

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

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

Session with Ms Zea, Thank You, July 13

Hello Ms. Zea.

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

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

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

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

New Bondage Devices @ The TPE!

Clockwise from top:

Leather Canine Hood,

Leather Thigh Cuffs,

Leather Hogtie Harness,

Leather Body Harness,

2-Piece Torso Harness.

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

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

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

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

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

I also wanted to say something to each of you:

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

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

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

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

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

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

C

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New Leather Bondage Sack!

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

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

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

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

Scrotal Inflation and Strap-On Play!

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

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Ms Zea's Will (written by Her jim)

We drove in silence as Ms. Zea worked away on Her PDA. It had been a rather unusual start for Saturday evening. i was summoned over to Her place, with only basic instructions. i kept my genitals shaved at all times but i was instructed to shave my chest as well before coming over. And i was to wear my leather g-string. No other explanation was given. Not that Ms. Zea ever needed to provide one.

At Her place i was led into the entry room. Looking at Ms. Zea, my excitement level skyrocketed. She stood before me, dressed in Her over-the-knee riding boots, black leather jacket, short red leather gloves and holding my leather collar. Looking very much like She meant business and so incredibly attractive. As i knelt before Her, Ms. Zea fastened the collar around my neck. Out of all of our shared activities, this is by far the most meaningful for me. No matter how many times Ms. Zea places that collar on me, She always takes a moment to feel it on my neck, gently stroking the soft leather or grabbing the ring at the front and gently tugging on it so I can connect with my status as Her collared toy. It really moves me to my sub place so very quickly.

And now, as i parked in front of the address i had been given, i could see it was a Tattoo and Piercing Salon. It appeared closed from the outside but the door swung open just as we walked up to it. The Person standing in the doorway was a well known Domina and an experienced body piercer here in the city. Ms.X. was also a very good friend of Ms. Zea. We were led through the darkened shop to a room in the back, fitted out with a full reclining salon chair and a table with a variety of piercing implements. It was then that Ms. Zea introduced me to Ms.X. as Her toy and then instructed me to remove my outer clothes. My heart was racing as i surveyed my situation. Standing before these two amazing Women in this piercing salon in only a leather g-string. Clearly this was going to be another test of my total surrender to MsZea. Once again, She had me reeling with amazing levels of apprehension and excitement, all rolled into one.

i was directed by Ms.X. to sit in the salon chair, which was set at a full recline. She fastened my ankles with the leather cuffs attached at the bottom end of the chair, then secured my left wrist with the leather cuff on the arm rest. A larger strap was tightened across my waist. She then brought around from one side of the padded headrest a face harness with an attached ball gag, which She forced into my mouth. When Ms.X. fastened the harness to the other side of the headrest, it gripped my head securely into the head rest, the restraint so complete that i was unable to move my head or body. With difficulty, i could only try to see around the room with the limited movement of my eyeballs.

Ms.X. brought over a pen and clipboard to my right hand and told me to sign the form. As i frantically tried to look for Ms. Zea, she was sitting on a chair at the side of my prone body, where she smiled wickedly and said "your parts are mine to do with what I please, Yes?" Understanding now that Her earlier order to shave my chest meant pierced nipples, i resignedly put my signature on the form. The pen was taken from my hand and Ms.X. then cuffed my right wrist to the armrest. Being gagged and securely strapped down to the chair the way i was, my wishes no longer mattered. In truth, the prospect of having my nipples pierced by such an attractive Dominatrix was exciting; having them done on the express orders of Ms Zea was thrilling. Despite my apprehensions, this was becoming an amazing turn on.

Ms. Zea idly played with my exposed nipples as Ms.X. brought over the tray of piercing supplies. She proceeded to disinfect one nipple area, placed the piercing needle against the side of the nipple and slowly pushed the needle through. i have had temporary piercings by Ms. Zea before but this pain was at a different level. Straining against the straps holding me in place and yelling out in pain behind the ball gag brought a chuckle from both Women. "Like that, do you?" Ms.X. said with a grin as She put the ring in place. Ms. Zea leaned over my immobilized face and said "For the next one, I don't want to hear another word." With that She gave my un-pierced nipple one more hard tweak. She changed sides with Ms.X. who proceeded to clean, then pierce my second nipple. i'm sure Ms.X. pushed that needle through even more slowly this time, as Her eyes seemed to sparkle and She gave me a sly grin. As for me, i rocked against my unyielding restraints again but bit down into the rubber ball clamped in my mouth. No words were issued, only some pitiful moaning. They both laughed and Ms. Zea leaned over and placed a light kiss on my forehead, telling me how good my nipples now looked as Ms.X. snapped the second ring in place. She cleaned up both of my newly pierced, throbbing nipples and then offered a glass of wine to Ms. Zea.

As the pain turned to a dull ache,i began to get incredibly aroused. Being pierced because Ms. Zea wanted it done was really an amazing turn on. i had hoped they would be removing the straps so i could get up off the chair, though they clearly were in no rush to do that. After Ms. Zea finished Her glass of wine, She reached over and unsnapped the cover off the front of my g-string. My penis sprung out and up, showing the new level of arousal i was feeling. Ms.X. looked at me, then over to Ms. Zea and asked " Do You think THAT is ready for some attention now?"At first i wasn't sure what kind of attention She was referring to but i started to understand why Ms. Zea had me wear the g-string and why i was bound onto this chair the way i was.

My fears became realized as Ms.X. started to disinfect my penis, paying particular attention to the head and opening. As i flinched with the stinging of the alcohol, She laughed and said "As you liked your nipples being done so much, you will just love this." Again i strained my eyes to the where Ms. Zea was standing, trying to make eye contact. She reached over, stroked my cheek and said "The nipples were for you pet, the Prince Albert is for me!" i have had some temporary piercing done by Ms. Zea on both the shaft and head of my penis. It hurt but was definitely tolerable. The pain i felt as Ms.X. pierced through the head of my penis with the larger needle was agonizing. It was a stabbing, burning pain that produced tears and bursting stars in front of my clenched eyes. My body bounced against the leather restraints, which held me fast. The gag barely contained my tortured moaning. When She inserted the ring, the pain increased and continued for what seemed like forever.

When I stopped struggling and opened my eyes, Ms. Zea was leaning over my face. She smiled sweetly at me, tugging gently but firmly on the ring at the front of my collar and said: "What do you say." As i looked up at Her, i felt the pain in my piercings change slowly into an incredibly erotic feeling, an amazing sub place and then i came to understand precisely why She had me pierced. How this very control that She exercised over me made my heart race and my knees grow weak. The fact She knew what buttons to push within me made me long to remain Her pet. i unclenched my teeth, took a deep breath and from behind the ball gag said "Thank You Ma'am, so much."