As i sat down to talk to Mistress Tissa before O/our most recent session i immediately took notice that She was not wearing shoes. It is hard not to notice Her beautiful feet when they are bare. From my many sessions with Mistress Tissa, that usually means one of two distinct possibilities. She is going to allow me the privilege to wash and/or massage Her feet, or She is going to allow me a different privilege and that is to place new heels or boots on Her feet, that i had previously gifted to Her. Either one of these privileges would have been equally rewarding. After kneeling at Her still bare feet and explaining to Mistress Tissa why i had come to serve Her, i received the answer to my question. It was the latter; i would be placing heels that i had gifted to Her on her slender, yet beautiful feet. Mistress Tissa instructed me to crawl on my knees and to retrieve the shoe box located in another part of Her Temenos. i was then instructed to open the box, remove one heel at a time and to place them on Her feet. i did as i was instructed as efficiently as possible and enjoyed every second of my assignment. After the second heel was placed on Her foot, both She and i stared at Her beautiful feet in Her beautiful new heels. i am probably biased, because i gifted them to Mistress Tissa, but they looked amazing, and She looked amazing in them. The best description i could give of the heels is that they had small and large stud spikes all over the shoes with much longer (scary looking) spikes approximately one inch in length on the toes and heel of the five inch high heels. Actually the heels were a little intimidating when worn by Mistress Tissa. She could do a lot of damage with those shoes if She wanted to, but i will write more on that later. During O/our session, every opportunity that was made available to me, i would take peek at Her new heels. They were a sight to see. Beautiful, intimidating, exquisite, and unique are all words i would use to describe Mistress Tissa’s new heels. The manufacturer describes them as “dangerously hot heels” and I concur.
After placing the heels on Mistress Tissa, She instructed me to again stand up, gather up a pillow and to kneel on the pillow facing Her bondage table. i obeyed. She then instructed me to raise my arms and She proceeded to tie ropes around my arms and secure them to the ceiling. Both of my arms were tied and i was required to raise them in the air, exposing my back and backside for Mistress Tissa’s future use. Next my legs were tied and i prepared myself for what was coming next. i would be given a beating! Actually i predicted that this was coming even before i arrived at O/Our session on this day. On my drive to my sessions with Mistress Tissa, i naturally review in my head what might be in store for me on that day. Mistress Tissa is extremely unpredictable and i usually guess wrong. But, during our last few sessions, Mistress Tissa had not been as physical with me and i did not go home as sore as i had in some of O/our prior sessions. i had a feeling that this session would be different and it would be more physically intense. It was. Mistress Tissa used various floggers and whips on my back and ass, with the most intense whip being what she described as a custom made “single tail whip.” i have felt that one in the past and it stings like hell! The good news is that although at times it was quite painful, i did not use my safe word. i am proud of that fact. What was a little different about this beating is that Mistress Tissa spent some time talking me through the beating and helped me to focus my thoughts and energies in the right direction so that i gained greater enjoyment from being whipped. i can honestly say it worked and i enjoyed the mix of pain and pleasure more than i think i have in the past. Oh, the pleasure part was Mistress Tissa rubbing some of my most tender body parts after lashing me with the whip, in order to help soothe the pain. She is truly a master at bringing instant relief just through Her healing touch. When Mistress Tissa decided to stop the beating, She untied me and instructed me to get up off of my knees and to climb into the now open cage that was directly in front of me. Mistress Tissa’s bondage table doubles as a cage when you lift open the top of the table.
After i was instructed to lie on my back inside of my new resting place, Mistress Tissa started to gather more ropes. i would be tied up again. She began with my arms being tied to the sides of the cage, followed by my thighs also being tied to the sides of the cage. Initially i did not understand the purpose of how i was being tied, although i am sure Mistress Tissa had something in mind. She then looped ropes around my ankles and tied them to the top part of the cage, keeping my legs in the air and my ass exposed. Then it occurred to me what was coming next. I would soon (again) become the “bitch” of this demanding and powerful Woman. My fuck hole belongs to Mistress Tissa and She would again be claiming Her rights to it. i began to mentally prepare myself for what was to come. Mistress Tissa finished tying me up the way She wanted and put the finishing touches on me by inserting a ball gag in my mouth and a hood over my head. At that point various size dildos began being inserted into my ass, one at a time.
i could feel myself being stretched more and more with each new entry. When one of the dildos was inserted halfway into me, Mistress Tissa asked me a very interesting question, “will you take the rest for me?” Now, the Democratic National Convention may soon be coming to Philadelphia, but i am sure that the question that was just asked of me was not really a part of the democratic process and my response was going to be completely irrelevant, especially since i could not answer the question anyway with a ball gag in my mouth, which was probably part of Her plan. Needless to say, the rest of the dildo was pushed all the way into Her fuck hole. Mistress Tissa put the finishing touches on me by placing a black latex glove on Her hand, collecting all of the precum from my penis and smearing it all over my face and into my mouth. Naturally, i had no vote in that decision either.
The assault on my ass and the smearing of precum on my face ended and i was instructed to climb out of the cage and stand in the center of the room on a large pad that was placed on the floor below me. I was then told by Mistress Tissa that i would be allowed to give Her an offering on this day. So, i began to stroke. My thinking at that point was that my session would end with a pleasant and rewarding climax. Wrong! As i was stroking myself Mistress Tissa decided to have more fun with me. She began with more lashes on my ass with Her “single tail whip.” Then it was time to use Her beautiful and intimidating heels. Mistress Tissa raised her foot and pushed the toes of Her high heels into my cock and balls, just enough to cause a small amount of discomfort and a large amount of fear. Those spikes are sharp, really sharp! i then convinced myself that i better have an orgasm soon or this could get really bad for me. So i tried to speed up my stroking until i was ready and then i asked permission of Mistress Tissa. May i please cum, Mistress Tissa? And, her response, “no, take your hand away.” This took place several times, which allowed Mistress Tissa more time to torment me by whipping my ass and pushing the stud spikes on Her heels into my balls and cock. i asked permission a third or fourth time (i lost count) and finally Mistress allowed me to cum. Thank you Mistress! Lick it up, were the next words Mistress Tissa said to me, i immediately got down on my knees and started licking, making sure that i did not miss a single drop.
O/our session ended with me kneeling at the feet of Mistress Tissa and Her praising me for “serving Her well and for taking the pain for Her.” i love being told by Mistress Tissa that i served Her well. Before climbing to my feet and preparing to leave Her Temenos, i stole one more glance at Her “dangerously hot heels.” It was a good day for me! Mahalo Mistress Tissa!
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:
Say hello to sissyslut andrea!
Things began innocently enough…but then…
It was time for Me to have My way with her.
And when all was said and done, I had thoroughly broken her in.
Because she was a good girl, I took her clitty out of its cage and told her exactly what I wanted her to do with it. Once I was satisfied, I let her give Me an offering, which, of course, I made her drink. How else is she going to learn what it means to be a good cum slut?