It has been several days since my last session with Mistress Tissa and i am still in disbelief as to what took place during that session. Mistress Tissa allowed me to do something that i never in my wildest imagination would have thought could possibly take place during one of O/our sessions. But it did and i still can’t believe it happened. i will share more on that later.
When O/our most recent session began, the first and most noticeable change, besides the physical changes to Her Temenos, was the way Mistress Tissa was dressed. She was wearing a white, long flowing gown that reminded me of something a Roman Goddess would wear. It was beautiful to say the least! There are no words to describe how Mistress Tissa looked in the gown She was wearing, so i won’t try. Maybe Mistress Tissa will post a picture of Her wearing the gown in Her Blog so that I can see it again, although i am not sure it matters since i cannot get the picture of Her or the events of O/our last session out of my mind. Another change was that Mistress Tissa told me to call Her “Goddess” during this session, in place of “Mistress.” But, making the transition to calling Her Goddess during O/our session was easy, since that is exactly what She looked like for the next two hours.
Early in O/our session Goddess Tissa reminded me that i had written to Her to schedule a session during the previous week, but that i did not follow through with my plan. i would be “punished” for failing to follow through on that request. The punishment to say the least was extremely intense. First, She sat me in Her bondage chair, strapped my arms and legs to the chair, blind folded me and placed two TENS unit pads on each of my arms. i knew what would soon be coming was going to be extremely painful. i also knew that the one and only time i had to utter my safe word during a session with Goddess Tissa was when She used the TENS unit on me. Was i going to get through the next ten minutes without begging Goddess Tissa for relief? Honestly, i never like to use the safe word with Goddess Tissa. i am not sure why. i guess in my own mind i have failed Her in some way when i use my safe word. i do not know what level Goddess Tissa turned the TENS unit up to but i do know that it hurt like hell! i still remember that my body shook each and every time She sent electric jolts through my arms flowing through the rest of me. After our “electro play” was finished, Goddess Tissa told me to climb up onto a padded bench. She then connected each side of the neck collar i was wearing to a chain which She then hooked into the ceiling. My arms were also locked in place and i was now fully prepared (by Goddess Tissa) for what was to come next. i would be subjected to a beating on my ass and thighs which would be one of the most painfully intense beatings that i would ever have to endure at the mercy (or lack thereof) of Goddess Tissa. Goddess Tissa laid out six to eight different types of whips, all of which would be used on me. Since everything Goddess Tissa does during a session has a very distinct purpose, i am sure that the whips being laid out directly in front of me in full view were serving a very real purpose.
Goddess Tissa has whipped me on numerous occasions during our sessions, but this time would be very unique. Before securing me in place, Goddess Tissa told me to “put my glasses on.” The only other time i wore glasses during a session was during our previous session when i baked a cake to celebrate my one year anniversary of serving Goddess Tissa. But, it was quite obvious to me that judging by the way Goddess Tissa had secured me in place on my knees in front of Her, that “baking a cake” would not be on that day’s schedule. W/we would be trading spatulas and measuring bowls in for whips and chains. So why would i be wearing glasses? Goddess Tissa placed a book in my hand, called “Shakespeare’s Sonnets.” She then instructed me to turn to a specify page and prepare to read one of the sonnets. What took place next went something like this. i would read a line, “Being your slave what should I do but tend,” which would be followed by numerous blows with a whip on my ass and the backs of my things. Another line, “Upon the hours, and times of your desire,” followed by my ass being abused again. Another line, “I have no precious time at all to spend;” more blows to follow. And again, “Nor services to do till you require.” Guess what followed next? I am not sure how many times i read the entire sonnet, 14 lines in all, but i do know that Goddess Tissa went through every one of Her whips, some more than once. In fact, if i had to guess the higher number as to words in the sonnet, 120 words in all, or blows to my ass, judging by the way my ass felt for hours, i am going with the latter.
Finally the beating ended. Prior to my reading of Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Goddess Tissa asked me if i liked reading Shakespeare, my answer was that i am not a big fan of his works. i remember being back in school and reading Shakespeare and how painful it was to read at that time. i was right, reading Shakespeare is still very painful!
Goddess Tissa then unhooked me from the ceiling, sat in Her chair and told me to place a bath towel (folded over once) at Her bare feet. She then told me to gather up a metal bowel from the other side of the room, which had a bar of soap and a small washcloth in it, and to also place it at Her feet. Following Her directions, i filled the metal bowel with warm water and placed it next to Her feet. Next, i was to bring a small plate to Her and place it on the table next to where She was sitting. The plate contained several strawberries and what appeared to be a small piece of chocolate. “Kneel at my feet,” came next. At that point it seemed logical that there could only be one possible command that would follow and i was hoping that i would hear the words that never seemed even remotely possible. I closed my eyes and waited. “Wash My feet.” Goddess Tissa placed Her beautifully slender feet in the warm water and allowed me to begin washing them with my bare hands. For the next 15 to 20 minutes i washed each foot as gently as i possibly could, loving every second of completing this amazing task for Goddess Tissa.
At one point Goddess Tissa stated, “I do not usually allow people to wash My feet.” Was this really happening? She was now allowing me the privilege (and honor) that only few are chosen to complete. I was simultaneously washing and massaging the feet of the most amazing Goddess on earth! It was an absolutely incredible experience to say the least.
After thoroughly washing both of Her feet, i gently removed Her feet from the water, placed them on the bath towel and padded them dry with the washcloth. “Smell my feet,” came next. I breathed in the intoxicating scent of Goddess Tissa’s feet. “Kiss my feet.” Again, is this really happening? Really? “Kiss my feet again, and again.” “Keep kissing them.” It was happening. i was kneeling at the feet of Goddess Tissa, kissing Her feet over and over again. i kissed the tops of her feet, her toes, the tips of her toes and the bottoms of her feet, over and over again. She allowed me to continue to kiss Her feet more times than i could have ever imagined possible. Unbelievable is this best word to describe the experience. But, it really did happen. i am not sure if Goddess Tissa will ever allow me to earn this privilege again, but if She does not, at least i experienced it once, and i will never forget the time i was allowed to wash and then kiss the feet of Goddess Tissa.
Next, Goddess Tissa instructed me to lie on the floor in front of Her chair. She then proceeded to rub her (very clean) feet all over my body. At one point She even placed her toes in my mouth, which i gently kissed. Never in my wildest imagination would i have thought that this session would continue this way. More amazing privileges would soon follow when Goddess Tissa stood up out of Her chair, came over to me and continued rubbing her feet on my face. I closed my eyes in ecstasy.
Goddess Tissa then sat on my chest looking down at me. She tilted Her head forward letting Her hair fall onto my face. I asked myself again, was this really happening or would i soon be waking up?
Goddess Tissa then stood up and walked away from me to another part of the room. I was then given the clear instruction to “rub my penis.” There was one major problem, i could not reach it. Earlier, Goddess Tissa had hooked both of my wrists to the collar around my neck. So to put it bluntly, it was absolutely impossible for me to reach my penis, but there was no way that i was not going to try. So, i shifted my collar slightly so that my right hand was in front of me and my left hand behind me, lifted my knees as high as i could to my chest and tried in vain to reach myself. Several times i was able to slightly touch myself. Needless to say, Goddess Tissa appeared to be amused with my predicament and laughed at me several times. Finally i was permitted to stop entertaining Her and i was told to assume my kneeling position at Her (still very clean feet). For the last part of our session, Goddess Tissa instructed me to give Her an offering in a glass chalice that She had placed on the floor in front of me. Eventually i worked myself to an orgasm (of course i asked permission first). Most of my semen ended up on my right hand, which Goddess Tissa ordered me to “lick clean.” i did as i was told, but truth be told, that is not one of my favorite things to do during a session. But, being slave m to a stunning, powerful and demanding Goddess on Earth is a privilege that i will never take for granted. And, if Goddess Tissa orders me to “lick myself clean” during every future session with Her, i will do exactly what i am told, without ever questioning Her in any way. Thank you Goddess Tissa for allowing me to serve You the way You deserve to be served!
slave m served Me very well this day! In addition, he brought Me this wonderful bottle of wine: