New Focus for The Toronto Power Exchange--Quality over Quantity

As I desire to share the best in BDSM for another 20+ years, I have decided to make some large changes to the way The TPE is organized:



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

2) Dungeon: Offering My private, luxurious, extraordinarily equipped BDSM Playspace in a central, discreet, upscale and comfortable location. Therefore, I have set up My most gorgeous "Dungeon" to date in My uptown Toronto Pied-à-Terre in the elite neighbourhood of Forest Hill.

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

3) Domination: Superior sensual adventures with those who deserve the most experienced, elegant, engaged, equipped, private, safe, upscale, and sincere BDSM Fetish & Fantasy experience. This means that the common "House of Domination" model of many Dommes and multiple rooms is not offered; while a more exclusive philosophy of select Dominas in a quality playspace are available to discriminating gentlemen who know better, want better and deserve better...

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

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In Praise of Miss Poison (by "x").

We spend our whole lives struggling to understand ourselves. We Struggle
to get where we want to go. Wishing we could be who we want to be.
Defining success and happiness and moving towards all that.

A wonderful life has a much simpler and direct path. It involves giving a
small part of yourself, then more of yourself then all of yourself.
Eventually all your intellect, your heart, your passion and your soul
burns and begs for a take-over.

When I first saw Miss Poison I was totally seduced. She was not
interested in that but it is a tool to her. Her sexuality, her brilliant
mind, her incredible taste in clothes, the way she breaths, her incredible
beauty and style and grace gradually take you over. You feel yourself move
from the center and your only desire becomes to make Miss Poison happy.

At first I felt it. Then I fought it. Then I gave into it and now I long
for my role as her entertainment. I can tell you I was a totally
independent male. Now all I crave is Miss Poison’ s approval. The
slightest sign of happiness from Miss Poison means more to me than every
other woman I have ever known.

After two years, my heart still races as I approach the door. When she
opens the door I feel weak and humble but excited and longing. She is the
perfect woman to lay your body, soul and heart at her feet. She will leave
you breathless and starving to see her again.

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

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

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

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

I also wanted to say something to each of you:

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

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

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

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

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

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

C

In Praise of Miss Poison by jamie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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