Review in Honour of Ms Zea

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




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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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




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

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

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

Thank You, Ms Zea.

Suspension Session PART TWO (By Ms Zea)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An unbelievable activity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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:



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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.

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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...

Incredible Mind Play (by Ms Zea's will).

my imagination, which is usually active for several days before meeting with Ms Zea, had kicked up a notch. i arrived at the directed time and found before me a folded piece of paper fastened on the door which displayed a simple typed command.

“COME IN”.

This was certainly not the usual start for a session. Removing the note, i opened the door and went in. Closing the door behind me, i stood alone in the foyer of the Toronto Power Exchange. My mind was racing with a touch of apprehension, uncertainty and excitement. Several pieces of bondage equipment sitting on the desk before me just added fuel to my overworked imagination. Opening the folded note, i was given further instructions. i was to remove my clothes, put on the equipment laid out in front of me, crawl on my hands and knees into the room containing Ms Zea’s impressive Throne Chair, and then kneel before it in silence.

As i proceeded to follow the instructions, the challenge to the given command would soon became apparent. After undressing, i buckled on the leather body harness, then fastened the fantastic leather Collar Ms Zea had custom made and bestowed on me around my neck, attached the chain dog leash to my collar, placed the spandex hood over my head and zipped it nice and tight. The final item was a leather blindfold, which when buckled securely over my eyes eliminated all sight.

In total darkness, i lowered myself onto my hands and knees and felt my way through the curtain into the Throne Room. It took a few minutes to manouver around the various bondage equipment by touch alone, crawling around in my darkened world, finally finding the legs of the empty Throne Chair. i placed myself center to Her Throne and presented myself as expected, kneeling upright with legs spread shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind my back.

And i waited. Wrapped in silence.

i tried unsuccessfully to pick out any background sounds but the sensory deprivation of the hood and blindfold left me locked away. Not knowing what was next. How long since i had knelt before Her Throne? Was Ms Zea even here? Time started to blur, a few minutes becoming dozens? The anticipation of the unknown in me was building. i projected images of Ms Zea on the blackened screen of my mind. Adding more excitement to the ever present feeling of the unknown.

After an uncountable time, i thought i heard the faintest creak. Somewhere behind me or to the side, i wasn’t sure and it didn’t repeat itself. Another pause then Someone had taken my nipple between Their fingers and started to pinch and twist it. Then both nipples. The Person doing this was now sitting in the Throne directly in front of me. Without a word spoken. The intensity of the pinching and pulling was increased and i had to bite my lip to keep from uttering a sound. They released them and a few moments later i felt something cold being traced around my smarting nipples. Which felt very good until what felt like the bite of a metal alligator clip being attached on the end of each nipple. The extremes between soothing comfort and then sudden hurt took my breath away, forcing me to again concentrate on not making any sounds and trying not to move (which just caused more tugging on the now tautly held chain joining the clamps, producing flashes of more pain). After much continued torment, They stood, pulling upwards on the chain between the clips on my now throbbing nipples so hard i was almost pulled up off my knees. After several moments, they let go of the chain and then pulled up on the dog leash attached to my collar.

Still without a word spoken, i was pulled to my feet and led forward and stopped with my front touching what felt like the St. Andrews Cross. First one hand and then the other was taken and fastened in the leather cuffs bolted at the top of the cross. i was then pushed up against the middle of the cross as the thick leather waist belt was drawn tightly across my back. Tightly bound against the cold wood, my still clamped nipples where now being pressed and tormented anew. i wondered if i would left bound this way long? Still no words were spoken and the identity of the Person dominating me was not known.

my mind didn’t register the whistle on the flogger moving through the air before my back felt the bite of the whip explode across my back. The flogging had started in earnest, with the whip being laid down on both shoulders with skill and strength. No warm up, just right into it. After a dozen strokes with the whip, my Tormentor scraped their finger tips up and down my back, tracing the stroke marks. Then a different flogger was used, first across my back and then over my buttocks and inside my exposed thighs.

As trained, i made the effort to pull against the thick waist belt and present my buttocks to receive the strokes of the flogger. This in turn pushed my chest forward and put more pressure against my clamped nipples, causing increased pain up front as well as my now stinging back.

The punishment continued. The Person disciplining me then used several various rubber straps and paddles on my buttocks and again used Their fingers to squeeze my now flaming buttocks.

As the discipline continued, i rode the resulting endorphin rush to a point where colors swirled against the darkened place made by the tight blindfold. Still not a word had been spoken but the intermittent sounds of the floggers and the straps striking on my now hot back and bottom filled my ears like music.

Even now, i was not sure who this Person was. Though it could be Ms Zea, there were enough things done differently so far to cause doubt. And if it wasn’t Ms Zea, who? Ms Zea had once brought another close friend and experienced Domina unannounced into a previous session (i was once again hooded and blindfolded) where i only became aware of Her presence when being subjected to a double flogging. THAT was incredible!

The splash of cold water down my smoking back forced a gasp from my lips that broke my own silence. The rubber straps and floggers stung far more on wet skin and as the punishment resumed the pain levels shot up accordingly. This had me now tugging harder on my bindings on the Cross as my Punisher landed the implements across my backside, first finding some barely touched spots and then striking more abused areas. Again i was getting lost in the rhythm of the strokes, the frequency and intensity changing as They had me dancing against my bonds.

i hadn’t really noticed that the punishment had stopped for good when i suddenly felt this Person up close behind me, massaging both shoulders adjacent to the base of my neck. This action helps release more endorphins and intensified the incredible rush of pleasure.

As i twitched to the waves of bliss running through my body, i heard a familiar tantalizing voice in my ear ask “So, do you know Who this is now?”

To be continued…

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

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

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

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

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

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

A FANTASY REQUEST (Written in supplication to Miss Poison).

Thank You for allowing me to express my desires.

i know that in the past You have allowed me to have the illusion of drinking Your golden nectar... i don't know why i want to drink Your urine but i really do.

i have also fantasized about pleasuring You in any and every way You demand, for as long as You commanded me.

i've fantasized about sucking Your used personal products until it was totally clean while You whipped me, and if i stopped before it was perfectly clean You would punish me by dripping hot wax on my cock then You would place it back in my mouth and whip the wax off my cock.

i've dreamt that You were interrogating me and every wrong answer got a severe slap to the face or a kick or punch to my balls.

i've dreamt that You were a sadistic Dr. torturing me with pins, that spiked wheel (i love that) sticking a rod down my penis so that i felt it for days to come every time i peed, and of course raping me with Your cock.

i realize that these might be way over the top...

i know that You know i love worshiping Your feet and toes.

i Love it when i am worshiping Your feet that i can see You smiling evilly while You non-challantly whip my cock and balls.

i want to be Your slave, Your dog, Your plaything.

Above all i want so very badly to serve You better than any slave You have ever had.

i worship You with all my heart!

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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Amazonia

Amazonia will "officially" be with the Toronto Power Exchange in a few weeks.

She is a stunning, powerful, 6'4" tall woman (in stocking feet).

Please stay tuned to the TPE blog, twitter (http://twitter.com/ZeaSadistica) and the TPE website @ http://www.canadiandominationcom/ for updates!

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!

New Bondage Devices @ The TPE!

Clockwise from top:

Leather Canine Hood,

Leather Thigh Cuffs,

Leather Hogtie Harness,

Leather Body Harness,

2-Piece Torso Harness.

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

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

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

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

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

I also wanted to say something to each of you:

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

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

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

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

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

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

C

Poetry in Praise of Miss Poison (by f.t.)

This is a lovely photo of Miss Poison wearing her favourite colours.
She is a bewitching vision in red and black.
Imagine being on your knees before this gothic Goddess
about toendure some sweet pain or humiliation for her pleasure.
It isn't hard is it?
She is so much the embodiment of a submissive's dreams.
"Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark"
The boots are stunning don't you think?
Of course they're faux leather
because despite her willingness totorture her fellow man,
Mistress refuses to play a role in harming any animal.
In fact there is a theme of contradiction like this in her that fascinates me.
She is a mysterious Dark Princess,

genteel and reassuring even while defiling and debasing me.
Punishment and degradation are my coveted rewards in her world.
I feel a freedom only achieved through complete surrender

when she fastens her collar around my neck.
I moan with gratitude when a rope of saliva descends

slowly from her royal lips into my open mouth.
With reverence I offer up my self, bound and buttressed,

to be purified by the sting of her riding crop.
A command to lick between her toes thrills me to the core!
Mistress is a genius of the senses and an expert on the male psyche.
With skill and artistry she leads me to places deep within myself

I never knew existed and to heights previously unimagined.
I don't need or desire an antidote for Miss Poison.
Rather it is life-giving medicine for the soul she provides.
"Strike, dear Mistress, and cure his heart"

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Lucky Dog

It was Poison did him in

Poor dog!

Laid him out

Soon he was immobilized

Able only to watch as Poison ravaged his body from head to toe

No part spared. None.

Oh, there was pain

But strangely as the end was near

A peaceful bliss took him over

Culminating in a peak of pleasure

Then he went limp, just a shell

One final twitch and all was deathly stillness...

But wait!

Is that a stirring in his body?

Yes he lives!

His limbs suddenly free to move

Resurrected. Better than before!

Like a puppy again.

Was it Poison caused this transformation?

Lucky dog!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New Leather Bondage Sack!

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

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

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

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

Scrotal Inflation and Strap-On Play!

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

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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.

Delicious New Images of Miss Poison

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New Bondage Chamber at The TPE

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

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

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

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