Ballbusting Teaser

Torturing Monkey Dick

I had a lot of fun with Monkey Dick this weekend. Two thrilling hours of Me torturing his junk.

Here’s Me punching his balls:


Don’t tell him this but I had bought a new toy for our session but due to the snow storm delivery was delayed and it didn’t arrive in time.

He brought a funny card for Me with a gift inside:


He then sent Me this message:

“Thanks for another great session! … You looked both beautiful and intimidating as you stood in front of me … You manged to keep me very excited while delivering significant pain to my cock and balls, producing a high level of agony and ecstasy. It was a very exciting and fulfilling session.”

Thank you, Monkey Dick!!

Monkey Dick returns

Monkey Dick came back for more dick and nut sadism. He can take a good amount, so I thoroughly enjoyed it. (I’m not going to show you everything. I never do.)

Spotted dick, anyone?


Monkey Dick requested that I wear black patent boots for this session and I wanted to wear platform sandals so that I could look at My fresh pedicure.

Of course I wore sandals.

However, I wanted to make a proposal. I told him I would let him see Me in them if he accepted 10 solid kicks to the balls.

“Mistress, I don’t think I can take as much as some of your other subs…”

What do you think this slut did?


I also spent some time crushing them. Because I love to see them flatten out under My feet.


mummy m

my most recent session with Mistress Tissa started like all others with me kneeling at Her feet and explaining why i had come to visit Her on this day.  But this time it felt a little different as i had my first opportunity to practice my recently learned “slave kneeling” position with my arms properly folded behind my back and my eyes focused on the ground.   After my initial inspection, Mistress Tissa informed me that She would not be placing a collar around my neck.  It is standard operating procedure for Her to place a collar around my neck very early in O/our sessions, reminding me that i belong to Her.  To me, it does not matter, with or without the collar i know full well that i belong to Mistress Tissa during O/our sessions from beginning to end, to do with as She pleases.  This day would be no different.  Mistress Tissa then asked me if i had ever been “mummified.”  My response was, “no.”  So, it was not hard to guess that I would soon become a “mummy,” which honestly sounded like a new experience that might be fun, and it was fun.

Ever session i have ever had with Mistress Tissa has been well planned for and executed to near perfection.  Each session is unique and it is obvious (to me) that Mistress Tissa puts a lot of thought and careful planning into O/our sessions prior to my arrival at Her Temenos.  But, for the first time that i can ever remember something went awry.  The plastic wrap that She would be using to “mummify” me would not unravel efficiently from the roll.  Mistress Tissa believed that the rolls of plastic wrap may have become moist from the extreme humidity that we have been experiencing of late*.  Not to be deterred from Her plan, Mistress Tissa immediately went to Plan B.  She took out what appeared to be six inch wide ace bandages and before you know it i was wrapped from my head to my ankles in wide ace bandages and ready for whatever Mistress Tissa had in store for me.  At that point, i could not move at all.    Next a latex hood was placed over my head.  The hood only had one hole in it and that was directly over my mouth, so that i could breathe freely and speak freely.  Actually, i always know not to speak freely unless permitted to do so by Mistress Tissa.

i had never worn a latex hood, which created a new and unique experience for me.  At that point, i could not touch anything, smell anything (except the latex), or see anything, except for a small amount of light that filtered in through the latex.  Although i could still hear well and i used that sense to listen to every sound in the room and in particular every word that Mistress Tissa said as i anticipated what would happen next.  i would soon find out.

Mistress Tissaa then worked small openings into my “mummy suit” where my two nipples and penis were located.  She now had direct access to my feet, my groin area, my nipples and my mouth.  She would soon be using (and abusing) all of those body parts for her amusement.


Four different “instruments of torture” were used as part of my NT, CBT, and FT (feet torture).  i am not sure if FT is an “official” BDSM term, but in my humble opinion i think it should be as Mistress Tissa uses it quite often during Her sessions, at least on me.


What were the instruments of torture used my Mistress Tissa on this day?  A Wartenberg wheel, a crop, a violet wand, and a wooden cane were all used at different times creating different levels of pain and discomfort.  At one point She even demanded that i stick out my tongue so that she could shock my tongue with the violet wand, which hurt like hell!  Actually, i think TT (tongue torture) should be a BDSM term too, unless it already is one.

After She was finished with the various instruments, Mistress Tissa unwrapped me and instructed me to lie on the floor, on my back, in front of her chair.  Admittedly, this is one of my favorite positions during a session.  She then stood over me looking down at me.  i was then given the privilege of looking up at a true Goddess as She stood there looking down at me.  i have written this in some of my previous entries in Mistress Tissa’s BDSMLOG, but it seems the right time now to say it again.  Mistress Tissa is absolutely stunning.  i hope Mistress Tissa approves of me writing this, but again, absolutely stunning!

What came next was somewhat surreal.  Mistress Tissa pushed my legs apart, standing between them, looking down at me.  She then gave a somewhat “wicked smile” and proceeded to kick me in the groin, twice.  Ouch!  She then asked me to pick a number between one and ten.  A really smart person would have picked one or two, i picked seven.  Mistress again kicked me in the groin and said, “count!”  It was probably too late to ask for a do-over on the number i picked so i just began counting, “one.”  Mistress Tissa delivered another kick in the groin, followed by me saying “two.”  Another kick followed, and another, until we reached seven kicks to the groin.  When She finished, She asked me a very interesting question, “why did you pick the number seven?”

My response was, “it is a lucky number, I guess.”  Although at that moment, my crotch wasn’t feeling very lucky.

Mistress Tissa, “what else is the number seven?”

My response, “not sure, i can only think of it as being a lucky number.”

Mistress Tissa, “it is a prime number, now name them.”

My first answer was “two.”  She then kicked me again in the groin.

Mistress Tissa said, “next.”

My response, “three,” another kick.

“Five,” another kick.

“Seven,” another kick.

“Eleven,” another kick

“Thirteen,” another kick.

This continued all the way up to the prime number forty-one.  If my math is correct, i endured thirteen “prime” kicks.  I did not miss a single prime number and Mistress Tissa did not miss a single kick.   i surprised myself by getting every prime number correct, under some challenging circumstances, to say the least.  Not sure when i first learned my prime numbers, probably my junior high math class.  Although i am not sure when i first learned my prime numbers, i am sure that the person who taught them to me did not test me on my accuracy by “kicking me in the nuts” when i got the wrong answers, let alone the right answers.  Actually i am not complaining as there is no one in this world who i would rather have kick me in the nuts, than Mistress Tissa.

After i passed my math test, Mistress Tissa walked forward, placed her beautiful heels on either side of me head and sat down on my chest.  She then slid forward placing Her thighs on either side of my head, locking my head in place between them.  There are no words to describe how i felt at that moment looking up at Her.  She then told me to give Her an offering.  i began stroking myself while Mistress Tissa kept me locked between Her thighs. Several times she slapped my face somewhat hard, which did not bother me in the least, because i was still under the complete control and spell of this most amazing Goddess.

Thank You Mistress Tissa for allowing me to give You an offering, but more importantly for allowing me to be Your slave.  I am a very, very lucky slave to an amazing Goddess, and i feel truly privileged to be able to serve You.  A privilege that i do not take for granted.


*The type of plastic wrap I use for mummification is compostable. I prefer using this because it’s a more ecologically responsible option. The downside is that it can sometimes be difficult to work with. slave m was very gracious with the issue I experienced in this session. I made sure to extend our time to compensate for this bump.

slave m gets whipped and kicked

During my long drive home after my session with Mistress Tissa I could not stop thinking about how utterly intense my session was with Her and whether the beating Mistress had imposed on me would leave marks on my body. Judging by how sore my ass and the back of my thighs were and how difficult it was to sit comfortably in the seat of my car, i guessed that there would be remnants of the last two hours I spent with Mistress Tissa. I was right.

i have had sessions with various Dommes over the past several years and one of my few requirements is that there are no marks left on any part of my body after a session. It has always been important to me that there is no “evidence” that i am seeing a Dominatrix. That was also my agreement with Mistress Tissa, until tonight. It seems that each session that i have with Mistress Tissa gets more intense and that i am expected (actually required) to be able to endure more pain, than i have in the past. Tonight was another example of how that progression continues to take place during our sessions.

Our session again began with me kneeling naked in front of this truly remarkable Woman. Mistress was wearing the red high–wasted latex briefs that i had recently gifted to her. As usual, Her beauty was absolutely breath-taking! i cannot put into words what an honor it is to be able to kneel in front of this truly amazing Goddess and to express to Her why i have come to serve Her on this day. And, the fact that Mistress was wearing the briefs that i had gifted to Her made it that much more exciting.

Mistress then instructed me to stand in the center of Her Temenos as She placed my hands into the two harnesses that would keep my hands and arms extended away from my body and towards the ceiling. She then carefully worked a ring around my balls and attached two weights on the ring stretching my balls out for her enjoyment. i was required to wear this during the next part of our session. It was the next part of the session that led to one of the most intense physical experiences that i have ever had with a Domme and one that i am sure i will remember for some time.

Mistress Tissa instructed me to kneel on a pillow and to rest my torso on the sofa and to get as “comfortable as possible.” Then my beating began. Mistress rotated between the left and right side of my ass and thighs using various instruments of torture. The two that i remember the most were a rubber whip and a long cane of some type.   Judging by how hard Mistress was hitting me and the intense pain i was feeling, i knew for the first time during a session with Mistress Tissa, that She would leave marks on me that would last for some period of time. Prior to the beating, Mistress Tissa asked me if i would be willing to be marked. i actually surprised myself when i responded yes without hesitation. i always believed that i would never allow that during a session, but i have now come to the distinct realization that i am almost powerless to say no to Mistress Tissa. i would do almost anything for Her. As Mistress continued “my punishment”* and the pain intensified, i thought i would have to utter my “safe word” to get Her to stop. But at the height of my beating, Mistress whispered comforting words to me and touched me delicately where the pain was the most intense. Her touch is absolutely amazing! Through her soft mesmerizing words and Her healing touch, i was able to gather the strength i needed to continue to allow Her to continue Her assault on my ass.


Next Mistress Tissa instructed me to lay on my back as she pushed my legs open with her heels. The next five minutes brought more pain and some terror as she proceeded to kick me in the groin over and over again. i have never had this done to me in such an intense manner and honestly i was somewhat scared that Mistress was going to really hurt me. But, i have come to learn that Mistress Tissa has the knowledge and training of knowing exactly where your breaking point is and bringing you right to the edge and then stopping Her onslaught. As the pain (and terror) intensified with each kick to my balls, i mistakenly uttered the phrase “oh god.” That was a mistake that displeased the only true Goddess in the room, Mistress Tissa. As punishment, Mistress instructed me to keep my legs open for the three lashes she would be administering directly onto my cock and balls with the rubber whip. When the flogger landed directly on my penis, the pain was beyond description! After the whipping, Mistress Tissa again touched me with Her healing hands helping me to find relief in Her soft touch. Our session ended with me lying on my back and Mistress Tissa sitting in her chair and resting her legs on me while taking photos of my service as Her footstool.


i could not help by stare up at Her, very adoring and very sore! i wish i could have stayed there under Her for several hours staring at Her, but my time was up.

i am not sure what the next session will bring with Mistress Tissa, but i do know that i cannot wait.

slave m

*slave m’s punishment was actually on behalf of the maker of My latex briefs. The seller, who is in Spain, said he mailed them out on December 10th. When I received the package, the postmark said December 16th. Of course, someone had to be punished for the lie. Because I could not punish the maker, I punished slave m.