Showing posts with label discipline. Show all posts
Showing posts with label discipline. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Feedback from The Session with My New Photo Subject

Hello Ms Zea,

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cheers,
j

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Friday, September 18, 2009

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

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

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...

Thursday, August 13, 2009

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!

Friday, August 7, 2009

Session with Ms Zea, Thank You, July 13

Hello Ms. Zea.

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

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

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

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

Sunday, July 5, 2009

My First Training Session with Miss Poison (by "guy").


I was very prompt, as Miss Poison had instructed. As I waited, I realized how nervous I was; and I was almost ready to turn back when the door opened just enough for me to enter. I stepped into a small dark chamber and the door closed revealing Miss P behind it. She had straight black hair, dark eyes and perfectly formed lips that revealed a faint smile of acceptance.

"I’m Guy…" I began to say.”I know you are. I got your email”, she responded softly. There was a moment of silence as I must have appeared a bit unsure what to say. She understood and continued; “I understand this is your first time.””Yes” I replied. There was another awkward silence as I remembered what I wrote in the email to her 3 days before. I told her that I had always fantasized about visiting a dominatrix but was too afraid to act on it. I confessed that my fantasy was to visit a re-education school for men run by women. ”So I understand that your girlfriend sent you here to be re-educated,” she said with a faint smile. I understood that she had read the email and, with my heart pounding, I played along. “Yes” I replied somewhat shyly, “My girlfriend told me that she would only see me if I get re-educated.” ”Good,” she said in a business-like voice. She took a few minutes to tell me the rules and gave me a “safeword” that I was to use if I wanted to pause the activity.

After I said that I understood she said, “Now you may take off your clothes and put them on the chair.””My clothes?” I asked as if I did not understand. “Yes,” she replied slightly annoyed. I could feel her watching me as I bashfully took off my shoes, socks, shirt and pants and laid them on the chair. I then hesitated. “I want everything off,” She repeated sternly.

She smiled in amusement and then turned to a second door, opened it and as she began walking ordered me to follow her. Her heels were clicking on the wooden floor until she came to a spot in the next room. “Stand here,” she ordered, pointing to a spot in front of her. I followed her command and found myself looking at my reflection in a full length mirror. I could see in the mirror Miss P standing just to my side and a bit behind me looking me over. Even in her heels she was more than a half a head shorter than I was; yet dressed in her crisp white blouse, a tight black skirt, dark stockings and black high heels, she was clearly in command. Watching her inspect me I realized she could not have been half my age, yet she had probably inspected and schooled more men than her apparent youth would suggest.

Then as our eyes briefly met in the mirror and she pinched my ass. She saw me flinch. “Do you like that?” she asked pinching my other cheek. “No”, I mumbled. “You will address me as Miss P” she instructed. “Yes Miss P” I answered. “Good. You are going to have to get used to being my obedient play thing,”she said giving me a playful slap on my ass. “And you will grow to like it.” She walked behind me, her heels clicking slowly as she continued her inspection. She came around in front of me. Looking up at me with an amused expression she said “I think it’s cute that a grown man like you is so bashful.” She placed her hand lightly on my bare chest and said, “Put you hands behind your head and get your feet apart.” Slowly I complied. “Very good,” she continued. “Now I want you to wait for me here just like that.”

The sound of her heels on the wooden floor announced her return. She had a riding crop in one hand. To this beautiful young woman, it was clear that despite my mature age and experience, I was just a clumsy nervous new trainee that would require instruction every step of the way. She gave me a quick smile and then pointed to the other side of the room with the crop. “I want you to pick up that basket over there and follow me”. I could feel her watch me as I walked across the small room, bend over and pick up the basket. The basket contained rope, wrist straps and a dog collar. I looked back up at her and asked if it was the right basket. “Yes, that’s the one. Now, I want you to pick it up and start walking down this way,” she said pointing down the hall with her crop. As I began walking on the wood floor with my bare feet, I was conscious of Miss P’s shoes clicking behind me.

"In here”, she ordered pointing to a room to my right. At the far corner of the room there was a large 7 foot X shaped cross with straps for arms and legs. Next to it was a padded triangular shaped wooden piece with padded shelves on the side with straps that I imagined were for legs and arms. On the walls there was a large collection of canes, straps, paddles and whips and in the middle of the room there was an armless chair. “This is the St. Andrew's Cross room” Miss P announced. “The St. Andrew's Cross room?” I questioned. “Yes, this is where we are going to begin.” She ordered me to put down the basket, walk over to the wall, choose a paddle and bring it to her. I found 5 paddles of different shapes and sizes and could not decide which to bring. Somehow it seemed surreal as she clearly was having me choose which paddle she would use on me. Sensing my confusion, she told me to bring her the clear one in the middle.

When I turned back to her I found Miss P seated in the chair waiting like a queen for her servant. Slowly I walked over to her and handed her the paddle. In a mirror I caught a glimpse of the beautiful petite Miss P, dressed in her businesslike outfit, paddle in hand, clearly in charge. I could only stand there dutifully as she seemed to decide on my fate while suggestively slapping the end of the paddle on the palm of her hand. Then as if she had decided, she stood up, took a step back and pointed to the chair and said “You can start by assuming the position for me; hands on the seat and ass high up in the air.” She was all business now and I could see that she was not going to show me any leniency just because it was my first time. I tried to follow her instructions. The seat of the chair was quite low, forcing me to bend over completely with my ass high up in front of her. ”Good,” she began but then said, “but I want your ass even higher for me.” I curved my back up to please her but she still wasn’t satisfied. “Even higher!” she commanded. I got up on my toes which seemed to finally satisfy her.”I like to have all my students start off with a good paddling so we establish our relationship right from the start.” I tried to follow her as she walked slowly around me, her heels clicking on the wood floor, calmly inspecting my compliance with her command. She seemed to enjoy watching me strain apprehensively, awaiting her approval. In her crisp business attire she was in complete control, like a trainer with her prized stallion.

She ran her free hand lightly over my bare back as she continued toward my backside and then gave a playful slap to my buttock. She turned her gaze back to me for a moment, a smile on her face. Her gaze now turned to my behind again. She raised the paddle and brushed it lightly on the inside of my thigh. “I want your legs more apart” she ordered. I spread my legs some more until I saw that she was satisfied. Again I strained my head back to get a better look at Miss P as she looked back at me. “This is how I want you to set yourself when I tell you to “assume the position” she said still looking at me. Looking back at my ass she continued “I want to see your ass in the air and ready for my inspection.” She passed the paddle to her right hand and took a step back from me. She stretched her right arm to check that the paddle reached my ass. Satisfied, she lowered the paddle by her side.”Now we will start with 20 strokes,” she said matter-of-factly. She must have seen the shock in my face. “Yes 20 strokes”, she continued. This is the real deal! (I thought.) “Now, I want you to count after each stroke and thank me. If you forget or you get it wrong I will start over. Do you understand?” “Yes Miss” I managed to mutter still thinking that 20 sounded way too much for my first punishment. I thought it better not to complain though, and watched as she again raised the paddle, gently placed it over my buttocks and then, satisfied with her mark, brought the paddle back, ready for the first stroke. “Are you ready?” she asked. “Yes”, I replied feeling surreal again.

With a ceremonious seriousness I saw her take her first swing and heard a loud slap before feeling the burning in my ass. The loudness of the slap and the sharpness of the pain took me by surprise and I gave off an involuntary groan. It was not so much the pain from the blow, but the shame of my involuntary groan that most affected me. It was a humiliation to my manhood, my masculinity at the hand of this petite woman. I was so preoccupied with this that I forgot my duty. “Did you forget?” Miss P asked reminding me of my lapse. “Oh sorry Miss; that’s one. Thank you Miss,” I said. “We will start from number one again” she responded. “Yes Miss” I managed to say before she delivered another, even louder slap. This one almost made me fall forward, but I managed to recover as the burning returned. I also managed to say “One. Thank you Miss” before she delivered another. “Two. Thank you Miss” I said as I now discovered the mirror in front of me. I could see her cocking back her arm ready for the next blow, her gaze momentarily looking toward me, before delivering the next blow. “Three. Thank you Miss, four, thank you Miss.” She waited a few seconds between blows to let me feel the burning before delivering the next. Each new smack burned more than the previous to a point that I started to grunt in response. Then after ten she paused. She put the paddle to her side (as my ass continued to burn) and slowly walked around me again. I must have moved a bit too much because Miss P stopped momentarily and sternly told me to stay in position. When she returned to where she stood before, she once again ordered me to “get your ass up nice and high for me.” I strained to comply with her order, feeling particularly unmanly. “We will continue at eleven,” she said and almost immediately she delivered the next loud slap. The pain was even more intense now, and again I groaned. But I remembered to keep count and thank her. I continued to watch her in the mirror as she seemed to really put all her strength and concentration into each ceremonial smack. Then when she reached 20 she again placed the paddle to her side and with her free hand lightly stroked my ass as if enjoying her handiwork. “That’s what I like; a nice bright red ass” she said.

Then she continued and told me I was not to squirm while she is paddling me. With that she gave me a loud smack on my left buttock that stung and burned, even though it seemed less so than before. Then she delivered another blow of similar strength to the other cheek. Then unexpectedly she caught my eyes in the mirror and asked, “How does that feel?” The truth was that the humiliation was worse than the pain, so all I could say was an absentminded “OK.” “Well I think you are in for a little surprise,” she said. “I want you to remember to keep quiet and take it like a man.” With that she gave me two more smacks in quick succession on alternating buttocks. The burning hadn’t even started before she began what seemed an endless barrage on my ass. I could see her now thrashing me with all her might; as she warned the burning was so intense it brought a tear to my eye and I found myself gritting my teeth and clenching my fists so as not to cry out. She paused for a moment to pull me in closer to her and then continue even harder and faster making sure all areas of my ass where reached. With the burning becoming intolerable, I found myself pleading for her to stop. “Not-just-yet!” she said in tempo with her whacks. “I-want-you-to-remember-this.” “I will,” I promised. But she continued. “Please stop.” I implored almost crying. But she continued telling me only not to squirm so much. Finally, she stopped.

My ass continued to burn as she put down the paddle and ran her hand over my bright red buttocks as if enjoying her handiwork. As I regained my composure, she again caught me in the mirror, but this time she didn’t say anything. She seemed to know the complicated mix of humiliation, pain and eroticism that I was experiencing. As we shared in an unnatural type of afterglow, I noticed now again how the burning seemed to slowly melt into an exquisite tingling sensation. But soon Miss P broke the spell and instructed me to stand up.But even after she gave me back my clothes and allowed me to get dressed, after she showed me out the door into the warm night and after almost a year, I cannot forget my humiliating yet arousing punishment by this woman. It has made me aware of a different erotic relationship with women, which is a capitulation to female rule and yet sexually very fulfilling.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

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!

Friday, January 30, 2009

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.
How To Communicate your Needs and Desires To A Professional Dominatrix

A little bit of fear towards your Mistress is a healthy thing. However, you should never be afraid to talk intimately and honestly with your Mistress. Always pay strict attention to S/M etiquette (good manners) when talking to a Mistress. Never exaggerate or lie about your S/M experience, as honest communication is the most important factor in creating a hot and meaningful BDSM session. There are many different situations where discussing your desires is very important to the success of an S/M scene. The most usual areas where communicating is essential are on the telephone when arranging the appointment; before the session begins (at the Mistresses' Domain); during the S/M scene; and especially after your session. Occasionally there are special situations where an open discussion is crucial to the success of the scene, such as a public outing; extended or overnight scenes, and ultimately long term S/M relationships. A submissive and/or masochist will never have a great session if they are unable or unwilling to talk about their needs and desires with their Mistress.

S/M etiquette is simply good manners from a submissives' point of view. If you know nothing about S/M before you contact a Professional Domme, chances are She will know. Do not try to lie about your experience. Approach Her with a very humble, polite, and honest attitude. Ignorance of S/M etiquette is no excuse for bad behaviour. Do not cover your ignorance with ego, rudeness, or vulgar language. Pro Dommes are Superior Women, not "slutty little girls". Even though I work in the "Sex Industry", am a Lady, and deserve to be spoken to as such. Do not lie, or exaggerate. A good Pro Domme will know you are lying, and a Dom who does not call you on your lie(s) will not be able to properly train you as a submissive, let alone share a great S/M scene with you. Always use the Mistresses' name when you talk to Her, with every exchange of words. Do not volunteer any information unless She asks you, and only speak when spoken to. Thank Her for any interest or attention She shows to you. For example; if the Mistress asks you "What activities do you desire within an S/M scene" Reply; "Thank You for asking, Ms. Zea. i enjoy light bondage such as soft ropes; and light discipline, usually with a wide leather paddle." Be very specific about your needs, and give exact examples of what you mean. "Light" will mean different things to different submissives.

Do not use sexually explicit language. I am not a phone sex operator or a prostitute, and I do not enjoy listening to you discuss the size, qualities and peculiarities of your penis. I may decide to ask you your most intimate desires and fantasies.

Do not try to tell Me without My asking. Never interrupt when I am talking to you. This is the same as saying, "Shut up! What I have to say is more important than what you are saying!"

Never correct The Dominants' sentences, grammar or facts. (Unless you are Her publisher or editor!) When you are writing Her a letter, or composing an S/M story, use lower-case notations for the submissive, and uppercase notations for The Mistress.

Say what you mean, and mean what you say; The Domina should, as well. Keep your replies short, and to-the-point: a Professional Dominants' time is very valuable. Do not call a Pro Domme a "girl", or a "guy" She is a Woman, (most likely) a Lady, and always a Dominant. You are most likely a submissive, and if you approach a Domina submissively--and with the proper etiquette--you will find that She will be more than generous when fulfilling your needs.

Think before you say something stupid to a Dominatrix. Many men call Me up and state that they are perfectly trained submissives. If you were "perfectly trained" why do you need a session? Why are you not with The Dom who trained you "so well ?" Did you surpass your Mistress? How can you presume to be perfectly trained---isn't that what the Mistress is supposed to decide? How can you tell Me that you are perfectly trained--did I train you, and (improbably) declare you "the perfectly trained submissive" Are you assuming that My training methods are exactly the same as another Doms'?

A big mistake is to talk about any past Dominants' personal life or their secrets. It is OK to discuss what you have learned from past S/M experiences, be they good or bad, but leave the Domina's name in your mouth. Do not drop (brag about) Dominas' names, unless you are specifically applying for a personal slave position. I do not care Who you have seen before, and if you are so eager to tell Me everything about the different Women Who have "trained" ; you, what will keep you from talking about Me all over town?

Another incredibly silly statement that I hear all too often is: ";Oh, Mistress. i am just a piece of shit beneath Your feet...i am lower than a worm...i am worthless." (Yes, I really do hear that a lot.) If you were actually all that pathetic, would I waste My time to play with you? Would a Goddess have a piece of shit leaving trails of slime behind on Her stilettos? And please, do not insult worms. They are one of natures' only true Hermaphrodites, and truly superior beings, having dual-sexuality capabilities--you would be so lucky. Besides if you honestly are all that worthless, I would be the One to decide and inform you of that! Fortunately, I have a wicked sense of humour. I am not going to ignore or deny you when you do say something stupid. Please take a second before you quote something tired and over-used to Me. I won't pay any attention to the foolish things you say. I will, however, remember if you speak with honesty, creativity and intelligence.

When you finally get up enough nerve to call a Professional Dominatrix, remember your S/M etiquette when you speak to Her. If you don't, She might hang up on you. In a worst case scenario, the Domina might obtain your phone number through call display, (or any other method available through technology.) Likewise, do not hang up on Her answering machine.

If you disrespect the Domina, do not expect to get an appointment with Her, or any other Domina affiliated with Her. (Dommes DO talk to each other, and often exchange information about "bad", disrespectful, unsafe or violent clients.)

Ask the Domina about Her Experience (training/education), Her equipment, Her cleaning/ sterilization methods, and Her safety procedures.

Most importantly, inquire if your limits will be respected, and if safewords are used in Her Dungeon(s). If the Dominatrix can't or won't answer any of your questions to your 100% satisfaction, DO NOT book a session with Her. Do not book a phoney appointment, your voice, requests, or name and number will be remembered. You do not have to book an appointment every time you talk to a Dominatrix, Professional Doms do not mind talking briefly with sincere, interested gentlemen.

The Professional Dominatrix should talk to you in a polite, respectful, professional, and friendly manner. If She can provide you with the sensual services you desire, ask if you may book an appointment with Her.

Some Pro Dommes have very strict policies regarding tributes, and will allow no "bargaining" of the amount of tribute you give Her for an S/M scene. However, it does not hurt to ask, "Ms Zea, will you allow any room for compromise towards Your tribute?" If the Domme does not, DO NOT argue with Her. (She has Her reasons, which may include the preparation time needed for your scene, the cost of non-reusable (sterile, or one use only) materials that you need, or the attention you require during your session.)

A lower tribute does not mean a better session. If you give a professional "amateur level tributes" you will usually get an inadequate session. (Do not pay an amateur Professional level tributes, you will still receive an incompetent session.) Chances are you will get a better tribute, and a better session if you do not give the Domme a "power struggle" over the tribute. If the Dominatrix graciously allows you a break, you are extremely lucky. DO NOT PUSH HER FOR A FURTHER BREAK ON THE TRIBUTE. This would be very bad etiquette.

We have been known to quote a more than reasonable tribute to submissives who are friendly, well-mannered, honest, and personable. We have also been known to arrange a much lowered tribute to submissives who are fun to play with, and have an easy-going, open personality. We try to make Our sessions available to all, regardless of financial position. We would much rather play with a poor, humble gentleman than a rich self-centred egotist. If you have a free or loose schedule, ask Her what time would be best for Her. (That is a quick and easy way for you to gain favour with the Mistress.)

Professional Domination is a "service", and during the negotiations on the phone you are a potential "client". However; to a Mistress you are almost always a submissive, and the Mistress is always a Dominant.

When you arrive at the Professional Dominants' Domain, decide if Her premises is everything that She claimed it to be. If She described Her Dungeons to be a stately Victorian manor, and you walk up to the address and it is a common Toronto row house, you know She was exaggerating. If She told you the Dungeon was two whole floors, and She shows you her T.V. room on the main floor (decorated with cheap sex-store whips) , and Her laundry room in the basement (with Her cats' litter boxes in the corner), you should probably leave. If you are still hopefully expecting a miracle, and Her "fully equipped collection of tools" turns out to be Her boyfriends' craftsman power tool set, leave! If you are still there, and expecting to have a cross-dressing scene in a fully-equipped transformation room, and She takes you into Her bedroom, LEAVE! She is lying to you. Any exaggeration, mis-communication, or stretching of the truth is a LIE, in order to take your hard-earned money.

If the Mistress" is not talking to you in a sober or sane state, leave. She should be clear of voice, and not blurry eyed. If She is slurring, stumbling or sliding Her feet, giggling, talking too loud or too soft, leave. (A good Domina will respect the submissives' safety, and ask them to leave if they look or sound drunk or stoned.)You always have the right to leave; however, a small token is good S/M etiquette. Only leave Her an appreciation if She appears to have spent time preparing Her makeup and wardrobe for your session, or if your specific fantasy required a lot of preparation.

A good Domina will want to talk to you (again,) before the session begins, (whether you have seen Her before or not.) This is when you may get into more specific, intimate, and personal detail about your session. When discussing your scenario with the Mistress, still obey the rules of S/M etiquette. Honestly tell Her what you like done to your body, (and if you can share this much, what you like done to your mind and soul.) If you can, tell Her WHY you desire these acts. Most Pro Dommes are not psychic, and can not read your mind. Many of them need you to verbally communicate your needs and desires.

Do not look into Her eyes when you are talking to Her, always look at Her face, below Her eyes. Incredibly, by obeying these simple and basic rules of S/M etiquette, the sincere submissive will find their needs and desires met stronger than their expectations.

A "submissive" who constantly antagonises, disrespects, and tells their Mistress what to do (and how to do it) will only receive the minimum of attention, if they are not asked to leave. Do not give your Mistress a written script to follow. If She does not have the sensitivity to listen to your desires, then intelligently create a unique scene that meets your needs, She is not truly a Professional Dominant Mistress.

Once your personalized scene has begun, follow the Mistresses' specific rules of S/M etiquette. Pay attention to your Mistresses' body language, and respond in kind. (There are more ways to communicate then with just words.) If she is stand-offish and emotionally cold, keep your distance; verbally, physically and emotionally. If She is open, kind, and flirtatious, relax and open up to Her; verbally, physically and emotionally.

Never touch your Mistress, unless She has specifically ordered you to.

If She does not tell you what Her rules are, ASK HER.
If you ever have any questions, ASK HER.

Some Mistresses allow eye contact, most don't . Some Dommes need their submissives to give them constant feedback. Some Dominas will not allow a single word to escape their submissives' mouth. When you are granted the chance to speak to Her, remember to use Her name every time you respond to Her. ALWAYS respond with:
"yes Ms Zea", or
"No Ms Zea" or
"Please Ms Zea" or
"Thank You Ms Zea"...

Obviously, insert your own Mistress' name. If you don't know what to say when your Domina speaks to you, these four phrases will always be appropriate. These four sentences are usually all a submissive should have to say, except if the Mistress demands greater detail. If your Mistress is exceptionally talented, you should not have to talk very much during your session except for the occasional "Ooooh Mistress" or "Aaaah, Mistress" ---*A small hint*--- never say "Oh God!" During the session, the Mistress IS your Goddess. Therefore, instead, say; "Oh Ms Zea!" (Or insert your Mistresses' name.) Always apologize directly after any transgression or mistake. If you don't, your Mistress will remember.

During the session, trust your Mistress to stay within your personal limitations. If you still feel the need to beg your Mistress to stop, do not say; "Oh please, Mistress, stop!" Not only is this telling your Mistress what to do, many masochists use this phrase repeatedly in order to fuel their desires. Most Doms will ignore this, and continue to play with you. If you really need Her to stop, use the safeword "Mistress, yellow, please!" Then, truly share your fears and/or feelings. If you are having a heart attack, "Mistress, stop!" might be interpreted to mean that you are really enjoying yourself, when you are really dying. You must use the safeword,"Mistress, red, please!" This is the only communication that will entirely stop a scene.

The only way to GROW through S/M play is with honest, intimate, trusting communication. If you are not growing through S/M play, then you are STALLED. If you are stalled, then your S/M play is BORING. A submissive friend of Mine jokingly uses the safeword "Blue, Mistress!" when he is bored in a scene with his other play partners.

S/M play is supposed to be fun and exhilarating . If it is not, then you are playing with the wrong person!

After the session, many S/Mers enjoy talking about the scene. You might talk about your feelings, emotions or fears. You might discuss ways to expand your current range of S/M experience, or improve on what you have already played with. Some submissives discover that they have come into touch with some extremely hidden memories, and many masochists actually find a good S/M session more emotionally healing than a session with a "licensed therapist". Some people need to talk about the scene immediately after the session, but most prefer to talk about it days, or even weeks after the session. This allows all the thoughts and feelings time to mature and deepen, before you make judgements based on them. Some of My submissives like to talk about the scene right before their next session.

Do not think that your scene is finished when you leave your Dominas' Domain. Any experienced S/Mer knows that a successful S/M scene continues in the mind, body and soul of the player long after you say goodnight.

Do not analyse the fun completely out of the scene. Sometimes the only communication needed is "Whew! That was amazing!" Sometimes, the "after scene discussion" needs to be an entire S/M session in itself.

Usually, an extended session will require a more intimate and detailed discussion. In a public scene, all of the people involved, (whether they are players or voyeurs) should give their verbal consent to any or all activities that might take place. If the submissive desires to meet with a Dominatrix over multiple visits, then he should communicate his specific needs for growth.

A long term S/M relationship requires an in-depth, honest, and intimate talk, as well as a commitment. The commitment can be a verbal one, but is usually a written contract signed by both the Dominant and submissive. Points to discuss include expectations, fears, fetishes, fantasies (the ones you wish made into reality, as well as the ones that should remain fantasy), personal limits (which ones you are willing to expand, and the limits that are to be strictly maintained), S/M oriented goals (immediate, medium-range, and long-term), financial limitations, personal situations (such as school or business), home-based relationships (such as a wife and/or children), safewords, favourite tools, and medical conditions (physical and emotional). Most of these points should also be covered with your S/M partner for a "short" 1-2 hr session, not just the "longer" scenes.

If you are fortunate enough to go out in public with your Dominatrix, there are many more rules of etiquette to be followed. If you wish to communicate with your Dominant during an outing, always wait until They are not engaged in a conversation with someone else. Ask for permission to speak, then say what you need to. Example; "Ms Zea, may i speak?"---"Yes!"---"May i please go to the mens' room, Ms Zea?" Always ask for permission to leave your submissive position, of just behind and to the right. Ask for permission to talk to someone other than the Dominant you are with, even if a person (wrongly) starts a discussion with you without talking to the Dom you are with, (first). Do not look others in the eye when you are talking to them, especially if they are Dominant. *Hint*--Dominants usually carry tools of discipline or keys on their left side, and have a relaxed posture. Submissives generally have their eyes lowered and humbled, their heads held high and proud, and stand very straight and still. Submissives wear tools on their right side. These are some of the many ways that S/Mers non-verbally communicate with each other. If followed correctly, these important rules of etiquette will show the Dominant (you are with) how dedicated you are to Them. you will also show their acquaintances how well you have been submissively trained By your Dominant.

Do not mistake proper submission for a lack of confidence.
Do not assume that a submissive is worth less than a Dominant.
Swallow your ego, yet keep your submissive pride.
A good submissives' thoughts and opinions are valuable, and worth sharing through communication tempered with proper S/M etiquette.

If a Dominant does not allow the submissive to discuss their needs and desires, than a good S/M scene cannot happen. If the Dominant is the only One talking, then there is no exchange of power, and successful S/M play requires a safe, sane, and consensual exchange of power.

Good S/M should increase ones' confidence in themselves, not inhibit them.

If you are too quiet and meek, then your desires will not be heard.
If you are too loud and arrogant, your desires will be ignored.

Talk openly, honestly, and intimately with your S/M partner.


Do not fear communication in an S/M scene, fear the silence...


Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Professional Domination

What intrigues and enslaves so many different kinds of people from Canadian truck drivers to British politicians? Why does a young man in college save up for six months to visit a Dominatrix so he can smell, touch, and kiss Her feet? Why does a 50 year old C.E.O. visit his Domina once a week over a dozen years to grovel beneath Her and proclaim his eternal devotion? What's the connection between an East Indian Fakir laying almost naked on a bed of nails, and a North American business man wearing only leather cuffs and whip marks?


I strongly advise my visitors to never analyse why they need their particular fetish and/or fantasy. It is unhealthy to deny your inner desires, so fully explore your secret self, and have FUN through S/M play. If you are not lucky enough to have your own personal Dominant and submissive relationship, seek Professional help! A Pro Dom should be able to offer you a clean and safe collection of creative and traditional S/M equipment in a professional dungeon. She should also possess intelligence, wisdom, creativity, passion, honesty, and S/M experience. A good Dominatrix will have a deep understanding of human behavior, and (contrary to popular belief), sincerely like men. An extensive wardrobe and a beautiful physical appearance are not the only standards to judge a Professional Domina by.

Of course a gorgeous latex clad Woman towering over you in six inch heels may bring you to your knees with Her beauty, but can She keep you there perched precariously on Her stilettos? The fetishes and fantasies that Pro Doms cater to (yes, We are providing a service, and you deserve to get what you pay for) require expertise as well as equipment. Your fetish/fantasy scenario is as distinct and unique as the Domina who fulfils it, and should be customised for the both of you, not read from a script. Professional Dominatrixes deal with (mostly gentlemen's) Sadomasochistic (S/M) fetishes and fantasies. There are eight areas of fantasy that a Professional Dominatrix caters to; Bondage, Discipline, Training , Crossdressing, Infantilism, Role-play scenarios (including Medical Scenes), Torture, and Body Worship,(Non-oral-genital.) Any of these fantasies may cross over into each other, and are mostly experienced by visitors only two to three activities per session. Many scenarios within the same hour or two can be too time consuming and costly for many submissives, and/or masochists.


A submissive and a masochist are not the same. A submissive is one who enjoys giving over control (sexually or not) to their Dominant. A masochist is a person who sexually enjoys pain and humiliation. Most submissives are Masochists, but not all are.

Dominants , Sadists and Mistresses are not the same, either. A Dominant is a Person who enjoys being in control (sexually or not) of a submissive. A Sadist is someone who sexually enjoys inflicting pain or humiliation on a masochist (from the name Marquis De Sade). Mistress is the title of a Woman who Dominates a man or a woman, Professionally or privately. Most Dominants are Sadistic, although not all are.

You know from my previous article that Professional Dominatrixes are not prostitutes, and in this article you will learn what a that a good Dominatrix should be a professional guide through the arts of S/M. The Latin translation of Dominatrix is Queen. I am a Professional Dominatrix , Sensual Sadist, and Lifestyle Mistress.


Sadomasochism is any activity that combines one person's sexual enjoyment of giving up control, with another person who sexually enjoys taking control. The controlled situation does not have to be sexual, but the enjoyment is. E.g. walking behind and to the right of your Dominant, or doing the housework in a collar, as a slave. S/M does not necessarily involve pain, humiliation , bondage or sex.


Myself, and other 'Professional Dominatrixes' practice Safe, Sane & Consensual Domination. Safe, meaning all precautions, including viral and bacterial protections are taken before the S/M scene; Sane, meaning no alcohol or drugs, and no unconscious people, minors, or anyone else unable to make a valid decision are involved the scene; and Consensual meaning , All people, including voyeurs, agree to any or all activity that may take place, and fully understand the risks involved.


ANYONE may exit the scene at any time, with the proper use of safe words. This is so the submissive does not have to "tell" the Dominant which direction the scene should take, but can still communicate with respectful S/M etiquette. We use RED, YELLOW, & GREEN. "Red Mistress", means, ' Please stop the entire scene NOW because of medical concerns, I feel ill'; "Yellow Mistress", means, 'Please stop the session for a moment to talk about minor concerns, I feel uncomfortable.' "Green Mistress", means, 'Please continue exactly what You are doing, it feels great.' Both the Dominant and the submissive can use safewords. If the masochist loses the ability to judge their safety in the heat of a whipping scene, the Sadist must recognise when to call "Yellow". It is my opinion that a good Dom should be able to read the body language and cries of their sub before the sub has to use a safeword. However, some submissives give as much feedback as a rock (as My Mentor said; it's the same as a person who is a "dead-fuck") , and it is difficult to know a visitor very well during the first session. At least "Red" should be called, because I can't play with a broken "toy".

If you trust me, I will bring you slightly past your "yellow" limit, then ease off. I assume "Green", but it brings me great pleasure to make my submissive feel good, so you may say "Green" as often as you wish.


If you wish the scene to start the second you enter your Mistress's domain, please talk about safewords on the phone during negotiations, before the session. Also, ask your Dominant if your limits will be respected. Submissives are not worth less than Dominants; respect should be mutual. Finally, inquire about her cleaning methods, and where and how she learned the techniques of Domination. If she doesn't answer your questions, visit a Domina who does.
One more Definition before W/we get to the intimate stuff; a Fetish can be defined as a sexual attraction to any inanimate object or non-sexual body part. The most commonly fetishised objects are feet, stiletto shoes, high heel boots, legs, and stockings. Hands, fingernails, gloves and cigarettes are very popular as well. I have one visitor who has a fetish for navy-blue leotards and turtlenecks with faded blue jeans on the Mistress, and on himself. Mistress Poison has a visitor who has a fetish for rubber rain boots, and a raincoat on the Mistress.


Bondage is the most requested S/M activity. There are four types of bondage; Hard, Soft, Humiliating, and self-restraint. Hard, or heavy, can include being caged, boxed in, buried, metal chains and hand-cuffs, plaster mummification, multi-point suspension, needle and thread restraint (blood-play), and multi-sensory deprivation (hearing, sight, touch, etc.). Temporary piercing is one method of nipple or genital bondage which would be considered hard bondage. Nipple or genital bondage can be heavy or soft, depending on what ties are used, and how they're used and if the nipples, cock and/or balls or cunt is tied to something. Soft, or light bondage can include leather or rope restraint of the neck (but not strangulation!), wrists and/or ankles, a straightjacket, a body bag, an arm-binder, a hood, a gag, a blindfold, latex or plastic-wrap mummification, 2 or 4 point suspension, and single sensory deprivation. Humiliating bondage often includes "forced" feminization with the sub being restrained with a corset, high heels, a wig and makeup. ( Dominas in corsets and thigh-high lace-up stiletto boots are also in bondage, but are not humiliated. I can get uncomfortable in heels after a few hours, but I feel and look very powerful when I am wearing my fetish gear. A man (who is not crossdressing) in heels and a corset is an embarrassing sight.) I have humiliated a visitor in a public cafe while he was wearing his leather cuffs and studded collar under his Bay St. uniform of a suit and tie. I told him to loosen his tie and undo his buttons so he would be embarrassed if people saw his slave collar. Self bondage is self explanatory. Any method of restraint done by a person to their self, such as; a woman tying her ankles to her bedposts before she goes to sleep. Self bondage can also mean ordering the submissive to remain in one spot or position, with only their will restraining them. The person who is in bondage can be tied to their self, (wrists to ankles), another person, (which is very fun), or to an inanimate object such as a chair. Most Doms have special equipment for restraint, such as a bondage horse, a bondage bench, a St. Andrew's cross, a bondage table, an inverting rack, a torture wheel, a sling, a bondage post, a rack and pulley system, or even a suspension cage with a pulley system equipped for several hundred point suspension.


A common reason why bondage enthusiasts like to be tied up is that they need to feel helpless and under complete control of their Mistress. Many people feel secure and safe in a very limiting position. Some of My visitors like to struggle against their bonds and feel restricted and uncomfortable. Some people get excited by the notion that they have been captured or kidnapped, so a frequent request is "inescapable bondage". Many S/Mers experience a floating, weightless "out-of-body" feeling, especially when they are mummified or in multi-point suspension. To Me, bondage is a perfect way to escape from My physical body, and be released from the responsibilities that I carry. (Yes, I do switch in My personal life.) Every good Dominant should experience S/M as a submissive, or at least a "bottom's" point of view. (The Top is who controls the activity that takes place, but does not control the bottom. The scene, not the bottom is controlled by the Top.)


The second most requested service of a Professional Dominatrix is discipline. Then pain of physical discipline comes in two types; a "thump" feeling, which can come from a heavy and wide flogger, a paddle, or a padded baseball bat; and a "sting" sensation, which can be given with a single-tail bullwhip, a rubber strap, or a thin cane. Discipline can be defined by the four categories of hard, soft, humiliating, or self. Hard, or heavy discipline, can mean the masochist being hit tens or hundreds of times with a bullwhip, a leather or rubber flogger, a leather, rubber or wooden paddle, a leather or rubber strap, a tawse (a 2 or 3 pronged strap), a wooden, plastic or metal cane, a rubber hose, or any other object that causes great and lasting pain. Practically any implement can be painful, depending on how it is used. I have disciplined an adult baby with his heavy, urine soaked diaper whapped against his bum. Marks, scarring, or bleeding is optional, and your limitations and safety words must be communicated to your Mistress before the scene starts.


Soft, or light discipline, can be experienced through an erotic hand spanking, a soft yet heated encounter with a horse-tail flogger, a firm wooden hair brush , a tickling feather duster, or any other method of gently sensitizing (increasing the feeling) the skin or genitals. Soft discipline is absolutely necessary before heavy discipline, in order to warm up the masochist (or devoted submissive). Humiliation is most often verbal, as opposed to physical abuse. This can be hard to soft, ranging from severe psychological abuse, disturbing a soul to it's core; or light-hearted name calling. E.g.; "You're more pathetic than a poodle with a pink pedicure." According to My Mentor: "Discipline through humiliation disturbs and breaks down the submissives' ego, questioning the fundamentals of who they 'think' they are." A Dominant can see how much they are injuring a submissive through physical discipline, but can not see how badly they are hurting a submissive through verbal discipline. Self discipline is obvious, any abusive act done by a masochist to their self. (Note the small but dedicated group of religious zealots that practice self-flagellation. These men are not ostracized, but looked up to and revered as holy men.) Discipline is not wholly defined by the tools of pain, but how the implements are used. I can give such a light, relaxing whipping with a seal-skin flogger, that you will feel that you have just had a therapeutic massage. I can also use the same tool to turn your back into a red, swollen mess. If a feather is used long enough, and in one spot, the subject might be screaming for the session to end. These are the delicious nuances of S/M.


The reasons why people enjoy discipline range from the profane to the sacred. A masochist may desire the sting of his Mistress's whip as he is reaching his sexual peak. The line between pleasure and pain is very thin to many S/Mers. Some people feel an intense need to be punished for current, past, or even imagined misdeeds, and their Mistress's flogger releases them of their guilt. Some submissives take the discipline that their Mistress gives them through devotion, to please them, and satisfy the Doms' sadistic urges. Some slaves swallow the pain out of obedience. Religious people perceive that discipline completely absolves them of their sins. There are still festivals in many Spanish countries where dozens of men parade through the city beating their backs with leather floggers tipped with razor blades. They believe this is spiritually cleansing, and can reach a spiritually ecstatic state, and feel closer to their god.


Many of our visitorss understand the need for themselves to be properly trained through S/M. There are (mainly) 7 different training methods; submissive, maid, slave, slut, toilet, dog or equestrian training. Submissive training involves teaching the S/M novice the fine arts of S/M etiquette, how to behave to a Mistress or a Master, how to hold your body, and how to treat a Dom the way They deserve--including massage, manicures and running Their bath-- generally making your Dom's life easier. Maid training involves all aspects of housework; laundry, dishes, floors, windows, cooking, preparing cocktails, serving, laying out your Dom's clothing, dressing your Dom, bathing Them, and (if you are very well trained, and won't embarrass your Dom,) They might allow you to serve at one of Their parties. Slave training means totally surrendering yourself, and doing everything that you have feared your Mistress or Master might ask of you. This may mean sexual, or even "humiliating" or humbling favors for Theirself, or Their friends. Slave training is the strongest way that a submissive can show his or her true devotion to their Owner .

Slut training is simply being an shameless , vulgar harlot. It often means throwing your ego out the window, and being a complete trollop. This includes body language, clothing, makeup, and sexual knowledge. Most slut training involves men crossdressing as whores and behaving as such. Toilet training usually entails receiving the honor of your Dom's bodily wastes, such as urine. 'Golden showers' are quite safe and sensual. Urine is sterile as it leaves the body, but I would not advise drinking it unless you have seen a 100% negative Lab Test result from your Dom's doctor. Your Dom might demand that you are "potty trained" and wear diapers, and order you to use them. If They are especially wicked, They might tell you to clean Their toilet with any tool They demand, including your mouth. For those who crave the "ultimate" in dirty play, there's always feces, or shit, called 'Brown Showers'. This can carry all bacteria and viruses, H.I.V. , Hepatitis (A.B.&C), parasites, and e.coli among other diseases. For the extremely perverse; 'Roman Showers', are to be gifted with your Mistress's vomit.

In dog training, you are taught how to be a "sick puppy". The dog will walk on all four paws in a leash and collar, and do many tricks for its' Mistress's or Master's amusement. Good dogs may lick their Owner's hands or feet, and sleep at the end of Their bed. Equestrian training involves you learning how to behave as a horse, and how to carry your Rider bareback, or with a saddle. Sometimes you may have a bit and bridle in your mouth, and if you are a proud pony, your Rider might let you use a butt-plug with real horse hair as a tail. If you are bad, your Owner will dig Their spurs into your sides, and hit you with Their riding crop. Training is a form of role-play, but it is usually long term, and only undertaken when a commitment or a written or verbal contract has been made between the Mistress or Master and the submissive. Some people enjoy training because they need very strict rules on how to live, and have difficulty with self-discipline. Some submissives are in need of very ritualized control. This makes expectations very clear, and life very simple.

Training is a positive way to dedicate yourself to your Mistress and Sadomasochism.


Crossdressing through Professional Dominatrixes mainly involves men wearing the clothing of a Woman, including pantyhose (to hide that bulge), panties (silk or satin), high heel shoes, dress, wig, and makeup. Bras often support $40- $400 breast forms, corsets or waist cinchers create curves, and padded girdles give the illusion of feminine hips and a rounded ass. Sometimes, Women will wear the clothing of a man; usually a business suit and tie, men's shoes, and maybe even a hat. Some Women bind their breasts with elasticized tension bandages, and even "pack" a dildo or any other penis-like shaped object in their jockey shorts, or under their boxers in a jock-strap. Many cut their hair in a "masculine" fashion, and use makeup to create the illusion of stubble. A few 'Drag Kings' will glue moustaches, beards, or sideburns to their faces.
Crossdressing is not necessarily practiced by men (or Women) who wish to permanently become the opposite sex. Most people simply enjoy wearing the costume and accessories of the gender they are not , in order to experience sexuality from an opposite point of view. Some people crossdress for entirely non-sexual activities. Some men crave a release from having to be in control and "all powerful". They enjoy the "feminine, powerless or helpless" softer, and more relaxed and emotionally sensitive manner that they believe Women experience. Some Women enjoy the powerful aspects of being a man in a business suit, as well as experiencing the "masculine", confident, more controlled and emotionally strong manner that they perceive men have. Some people portray the negative stereotypical appearance of the opposite sex such as the "slut" or the "sleezeball". It is not realism, or "passing" that matters, so much as having fun. Some crossdressers prefer to be as authentic or "passable" as possible, in order to enjoy the full benefits of the opposite sex. Crossdressing is simply another way that some people have of escaping the responsibility, burden, and weight that their soul carries.


Infantilism is not pedophilia, a sexual attraction to children, as many people believe. Many men and Women merely feel the need to go back to a simpler, softer, and safer time.Infantilists are incredibly sensual people. There's thick cottony diapers, creamy baby oil, silky diaper powder, Mommy's warm breasts, soft clean blankets, dairy fresh milk, constant and loving attention, and the strongest and most powerful love of their adoring mother. When is the last time you played with blocks? When is the last time you "flew" on the tire swing hanging from the maple in your mothers' garden? When is the last time you played in the sun until you fell asleep, and your parents carried you onto the porch to continue your nap? When you woke up, Mommy was smiling at you with a plate of your favorite foods, and no vegetables. Afterwards, two desserts! Adult babies have the best of both worlds. They are young enough at heart to be purely and simply happy, and old enough to understand how wonderful life can be.


Role-play or fantasy scenarios are a huge part of Professional Domination. An extremely popular scene is the medical scenario, where I can examine you as a Cruel Nurse, or a Sadistic Doctor. Enemas and catheters are commonly used in Our medical examinations. Medical sounds (increasingly sized probes of sterilised surgical stainless steel, inserted down the head of the cock via the urethra) are a quick and effective way to stimulate the bladder and prostate. Our authentic, leather covered medical table is excellent for securing the nervous patient while We administer the procedures. Many different sizes of sterile needles can be inserted into the patient's skin. Our cold stethoscopes will jolt your genitalia and get your heart racing. Very safe and realistic surgical procedures such as castration can be simulated. Electroshock therapy is still practiced in Our clinic. We can expertly use a scalpel to cut you, then professionally stitch you up with sterile sutures. Don't worry, We have dozens of clamps to "stop the bleeding". If you are in need of injections, we could safely use a needle and sterile saline solution to inoculate you, or maybe increase the size of your testicles with the same technique. Cupping and leeches are not out-of-date practices with Our medical staff. To clean you after "surgery", Our caring candy-stripers can give you a bath in the antique tub in Our studio, or if you are too "weak", maybe a sponge bath.


Some people ask Professional Dominatrixes for role-play or fantasy sessions because they need their dreams turned into reality in a safe, consensual, and authentic manner. They sometimes use the reality that We have created with them for their own masturbatory desires at home, whenever they feel the urge. Some visitors use role-play sessions with Dominants for non-sexual needs. These people have intense personal and psychological reasons, such as claiming power over past negative issues, or reliving happy memories. It would be extremely expensive and impractical for someone to hire an entire production company, when one or two good Doms could fulfill the fantasy for a reasonable fee.


Another aspect of S/M is torture. Bondage and discipline is not necessarily torturous. Many of My visitors crave extreme pain. Being a Sadist, I enjoy giving it to them. As a Professional Dominatrix, I can torture someone quite safely and consensually. I could tie them up, and lash them until they cry with one of my well-used floggers. I could apply electricity to their genitalia, or affix biting little clamps to their nipples. Many drops of hot wax followed by a bucket of ice-cold water can be fun, too. Brushing a kitchen grater or sandpaper across the skin is always effective. I personally believe that keeping someone in constant fear is much more effective than brute force. A few softly whispered words, or a bullwhip whistling past someone's ear can make the anticipation more torturous than the pain. Something as innocent as a feather repeatedly brushed across a submissive's lips, and never allowing her to scratch them with her tongue or fingers can be nicely evil. Many people enjoy torture for the sheer terror, then the following rush of adrenaline and endorphins . Some people like the feeling of being completely out of control . Some people like to "live on the edge", and this can be done safely with a Professional Dominatrix.


A few Dominatrixes allow their visitors the intimacy of "oral servitude". Myself, and any other Dominas affiliated with the Toronto Power Exchange do not service our visitors with oral-genital skin-to-skin "body worship". We permit our gentlemen to adore our spiritual presence and physical body in a manner which is clean, legal, safe, and in keeping with the proper etiquette of a Mistress/submissive relationship. An Associate of Mine has a favorite joke, where She tells a submissive to stand ten feet away from Her, and "orally" worship Her body. Of course, many gentlemen are completely tongue-tied at this point, and are totally unsure if She is serious or not. Some men are smart enough to verbally worship Her, and they are rewarded with the Mistress's attention. Occasionally, I will allow you to smell my feet, and if you are very well behaved and deserving, sample the aroma of other, more intimate parts of My body, such as My hair, neck, or underarms. Then, if you are a properly submissive gentleman, you will be allowed to touch and massage My feet. If you do a good job, you will be honored to massage My legs, My neck, and maybe even My bare back. If you can keep composed and polite, I will allow you to kiss and lick My feet. If you are still a good boy, and do not slobber too much, you may be privileged to lick and kiss My ankles, My calves, and maybe even the sensitive area behind My knees. For a final reward, you may use only your sense of smell to try to imagine what I personally, and intimately taste like.


I think no less of a kinky man who enjoys to be hung from his bound wrists and ankles to achieve sexual ecstasy, as I do of a shaman who hangs balls and fruit from Her skin with flesh-hooks to reach a state of spiritual ecstasy. Kinky sexual S/M is just as important and legitimate as "pure" spiritual S/M. Many of the practices and activities are virtually identical. Whether you want to have sensual fun, or seriously enrich your spirit, each person must do whatever their soul asks for.