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!)

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...

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

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

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



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



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

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

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

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

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

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

Session with Ms Zea, Thank You, July 27th

Good evening Ms Zea,

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

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

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

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

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

Session with Miss Poison

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


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


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


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


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


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

New Bondage Devices @ The TPE!

Clockwise from top:

Leather Canine Hood,

Leather Thigh Cuffs,

Leather Hogtie Harness,

Leather Body Harness,

2-Piece Torso Harness.

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

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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New Bondage Chamber at The TPE

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

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

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

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

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."

A Penitents Tale (by Miss Poison's slave martha)

Again, as always, the eternal hours of the endless day preceding our session were anxious, nervous, and exhilarating. Again, the muddle of confused, chaotic thought that was my mind was an impenetrable heart of darkness. Arriving, at last, i found myself twenty minutes too early to venture up. Somehow i managed through those long minutes. Passing up that long stairway, i came at last to that door, and knocking, was admitted to that magical world inside.

i was directed by the beautiful Mistress Poison down the hall to the room in which our meetings customarily took place. Accepting a token gift from her humble, and humbled, servant, Mistress Poison instructed me to dress and await Her return. Most of my outfit, save skirt, heels, and earrings, I already wore beneath my street clothes. My entire outfit consisted of a white cotton tee with some lace around the collar, a white bra, garter belt, panties, and neutral stockings.

Mistress Poison, re-entering the room, inspected the outfit and gave Her approval to the skirt (a flared, knee-length blue with a white floral pattern) and undergarments, with the exception of the hosiery, which she indicated for future reference should be either white or black, and most definitely not the beige i bore. She instructed me to kneel on the bench and to then place my hands together and lower them and my nose to the level of the bench. Mistress Poison procured a length of rope which she proceeded to use to very expertly and securely restrain my feet and ankles. i was quite taken by Her exquisite work in this regard, as the resulting bond was very firm, yet not in the least part cutting.

Mistress Poison seated her beauteous being upon the bench and directed me to lay across her lap. i obeyed, wriggling forward and prostrating myself, face down, across Her lap. My hands were quickly cuffed behind my back and a blindfold and gag followed. Mistress Poison pointed out that in my role as Her slave, Her servant, Her toy, i would only speak in response to a question asked, and should i wish to speak otherwise i would first obtain Her permission. Following these directives, Mistress Poison began a spanking. A gentle slapping hinted at the firmness that was to follow. The spanking progressed, escalated, with three paddling implements, slapping and pinching gradually warming my backside to a rosy, glowing heat. At times was the administration of this punishment so intense that i found myself near to tears. The sensation, inducing such an ecstasy of pain, of acute sensuality. i struggled against my bindings: to no avail i knew, but it seemed my only recourse. Mistress Poison, throughout this ordeal, continued to remind me of my place ~ to be seen and not heard, to act in the capacity of Her servant, and not in the pursuit of my own dirty little fantasies. On the verge of tears was i finally released from this punishment.

Leaving my feet bound, Mistress Poison released my hands and removed my gag. i had created quite a slobbering mess about the gag and upon the bench. This untidiness Mistress Poison allowed me to undo by providing supplies with which i was permitted to wipe clean the benches and the three paddles that moments earlier had been tantalizing my backside. Commanding me to pick up the gag, Mistress Poison, attaching a leash to my collared neck, led me, crawling, across the room where i was instructed to place the gag into the bathtub. i was then led to a small rug where i was instructed to lie down. The bindings restraining my feet were removed, and, using the same rope, Mistress Poison suspended my legs and ass into the air and tied them off to the cross-braces that towered overtop my head. Inverted, and asked how this particular position felt, i replied "helpless." A belt was procured and used to administer a strapping to my inner thighs -- a most excruciating torture. At each stroke i begged for mercy and apologized more and more profusely, and loudly, for my previous transgressions. Hauling me up higher in a position that i was able to touch myself, Mistress Poison poised herself over top of the line formed from my face, on the ground, through my crotch and up between my suspended legs. i touched myself, thanking Her for Her efforts in educating such a poor serving girl, and continuing my string of apologies. She began spitting upon my balls, my cock, and my thighs. i thanked Her again, and, encouraged, opened my mouth, ready to receive my juices and Her saliva. More spit followed, landing on my balls, cock, thighs, face, and mouth.... i held myself, not letting my pleasure explode... After what seemed a torturously long age, i made sure to catch my mess in my mouth ... milking as much as i could, catching most of it in my cock-hungry mouth.

Mistress Poison expressed Her pleasure with my performance, and commended me on my aim (as my mouth had caught the brunt of the outpouring). After graciously lowering me back down to the floor, i was permitted to clean up and dress.

Sex and the Professional Dominatrix

PLEASE READ THE ENTIRE ARTICLE BEFORE YOU JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS!

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

True S/M is not about genitalia.

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

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

Real S/M is not about getting off.

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

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

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

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

This MUST change.

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

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

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

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

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

The Astrological submissive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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


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


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