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.

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

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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…

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!

Spy / Interrogation FANTASY (submitted in Honour of Miss Poison)

To : Expert interrogator Poison

From : Security Headquarters


Attention:This is a long e-mail but contains alot of important information.

Interrogation Expert Poison,

This memo contains important information for your preparation of interrogation of recently captured spy - codenamed "Blue Tiger".

The spy has knowledge of the location of classified intelligence information. The information is the specific address in the city of Toronto which is used as a safe house for top agents.

So far, our standard interrogation techniques have failed to uncover this information and so, due to the extreme importance of obtaining this information, your very special and effective skills and experience are required.

While failing to break the subject, our interrogation sessions have revealed much about the subjects likes and dislikes and this information is included for your analysis.

In addition, the bio tests show that, like all other subjects we have sent to you in the past, your saliva's very special chemistry will work like a very powerful narcotic on him. While not powerful enough to get him to reveal the secret information, it will make him easy to control, and amenable to following your instructions.

He may initially resist your attempts to give him the first dosage but we are certain you will be able to convince him.

Our counter-intelligence operation and preliminary interrogation of the prisoner has obtained a profile which contains critical information regarding the individual's profile, strengths, weaknesses, likes and dislikes.

As always, you are free to proceed as you see fit. The information is provided for you to use as you see fit.

Prisoner Profile:

Code Name : Blue Tiger

Personality : Strong willed and very resistant to direct pain coercion. A strong sense of duty and loyalty to his organization. Strong and ever increasing sense of self-esteem and self-worth; Direct pain therapy has been only moderately successful.

The subject is, however, particularly susceptible to more subtle and coersive techniques. Subject has a particular vulnerability to torture combined with strategically added support, comfort and visual stimulus.

IMPORTANT! Regardless of the prisoner's particular likes and dislikes:

YOU ARE FULLY AUTHORIZED AND IN FACT ENCOURAGED TO USE ANY AND ALL TECHNIQUES AS YOU SEE FIT WITH THE FOLLOWING CONDITIONS:

- that all techniques are applied in private ( except for techniques which he enjoys a lot which may be done with assistants if desired)

- NO PERMANENT DAMAGE RESULT(as we need the prisoner in good condition after you are done with him).

In addition, even techniques which the subject does not enjoy, will probably become more enjoyable to him, once he has been through and hour or two of your special treatment.

Subject's Likes:

Subject has a particular affinity to blondes, visual stimulus of legs, soft words of comfort and soothing humming and gentle stroking of his head.

Subject also has a strong fetish for panty hose, especially sheer and nude colors.

In addition, we have obtained a listing of techniques which he seems have a particular taste for or against as listed below.

Techniques heavily enjoyed by the subject:

Although he will put up a convincing pretense of disdain, psychological profiles clearly indicate a strong pleasure in receiving saliva from beautiful women, especially directly although spoon feeding is greatly enjoyed as well.

Studies on the subject also indicate that he is very suceptible to suggestion via soft and sensuous voice suggestion. While this may not be enough to get him to reveal the secret information, combined with your saliva's very special bio-chemistry and it's drug like effects, it should allow you to command him to follow your commands during interrogation and free you from the need for any assistants.

The subject is also known to have a particular affinity electronic treatment, so this technique can be used both as torture and pleasure depending upon he voltage.

In addition, the visual stimulus of medical instruments, especially hypodermic needles is particularly effective.

Techniques moderately enjoyed by the subject:

Whippings, floggings, canings and all such techniques while not heavily enjoyed by the subject, are moderately enjoyed as well, especially when accompanied by appropriate visual and voice stimulus.

Of these, floggings and whippings are by far his preference, especially single tailed and bull whips.

Please be advised that the subject has a weak back. This means that paddling can have an adverse effect on his back with a risk to cause distracting pain , as opposed to strategic pain as well as possibly throwing the subjects back out.

IN ADDITION, whippings and canings on a flat table have a much more seductive effect on him than whippings and canings on a horse.

The point being that while you should feel free to mix various tools and techniques as you see fit, you may want to not make paddles the major tool used.

The application of mildly caustic substances such as ben gay to his testicles does appeal to him, especially when accompanied by enjoyment of the interrogator and the cavalier and excessive application of the cream without regard to the consequences.

Techniques which the Subject is Neutral About:

The application of stronger substances to his testicles while less pleasant can still appeal to the subject The trick is to not pass a red line after which the pain becomes so extreme and excrutiating that all pleasure is removed.

Direct application of tobasco should definitively be considered but applied judiciously with fingertips or a q-tip as opposed to being poured on (and a little bit at a time). Alternatively, some tobasco mixed with water (1/10 ratio) and applied with a sprayer (such as those used to spray water on plants) is an option.

The subject also seems to be fairly piqued and attracted to the image and presence of hypodermic needles.

Breath deprivation also seems to hold some appeal for him.


Techniques which the Subject is not fond of:

Enemas would certainly be in this list as the subject finds them particularly humiliating and unpleasant, although the presence of a beautiful woman who enjoys his humiliation does seem to appeal to him.

Paddling is the subject's least favorite instrument because of the pain and pressure it puts on his back.

Caning, while particularly painful to the subject, does seem to tickle his fancy for showing his macho side in taking the pain to prove his toughness.

Subject has particular sensitivity which makes any application of pain on his nipples very painful and not at all enjoyable or appealing.

Being blindfolded is something which does not appeal to the subject a lot unless accompanies by soothing voice and touch.

Strategy:

While you are as always at liberty to proceed as you see fit, we would recommend you consider a strategy such as the following:

Step 1 -

Get subject in a pliable state with the application of your special saliva,

Step 2 -

Application of straight forward physical pain to soften him up,

Step 3 -

The application of deep pain therapy to get subject to reveal his biggest fears, and use that against him (e.g. if he fears turning gay, threaten to turn him gay by using your special powers,

Step 4 -

Apply special combination of sweet comfort and deep psycho torture to break him,

Finally a few special notes of interest -

If subject starts to rant or scream or cry, do not be perturbed or put off by this; it is merely play acting on his part,

Do not underestimate the power of touch on him,

Be sensitive to when something unpleasant for him and has become pleasant and is now a reward instead of torture,

Be sensitive to not inadvertantly harden his resolve by applying pain without a certain amount of pleasure for contrast.


Good Luck

Central Security HQ

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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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!