Would you be proud to wear my collar and be my sweet, sexy sissy slut?
Before you answer, you must know: to be my sissy is not a form of humiliation. you will not be not lesser, you will be greater. you can be sweet for me or sexy or slutty but never a joke. My sissies are not objects of derision but my treasured girls.
Ownership is one of my favorite themes to explore in scene.
I LOVE that in our time you completely belong to me — body, mind, and soul.
Prepare to be owned.
As a part of this time of gratitude, I’d like to thank all the subs and sluts who have come to me over the year, despite the concerns people have about their risk for contracting something. (Which no one reported as having happened, by the way.)
In this post, I’d like to spotlight two special submissives: slave john…
…and Monkey Dick
Since I’ve welcomed them both into Temenos, over 6 years ago for slave john and over 5 years ago for Monkey Dick, we have had many, many sessions in that time, and I still absolutely love and look forward to playing with them both.
slave john: On top of his generosity in the dungeon — giving himself over to me physically, mentally, emotionally — he has been so generous with me on the outside. Always giving me thoughtful gifts that brighten my day.
A message he sent me after our last session, reflecting on how I’m special to him:
“…you really get me high.You get into my brain and make me confused,in a wonderful way.My other sessions [had] a lot of hands on. They were very good but not a lot of substance.Your sessions are blinding.I literally see flashes of light at times in our sessions.You take me higher mentally than any other Dom I have ever seen.Thank You!!!!! … Thank you very much for seeing me and taking me on mini vacations to outerspace”
Thank you, slave john. You are a treasured sub and I’m grateful you’re my pig.
Monkey Dick: He delights me with his openness to any new CBT or bondage device or predicament on him, and his willingness to take what I give. He’s also extremely reliable, punctual and well mannered.
Some of my favorite messages from him:
“You really understand what I was asking for. The level of control you exerted over me was great! … I feel like a broke through to a new level of submission/power exchange. It was incredible!!! Thank you!!”
It was an absolutely great session! …with a skilled CBT sadist, cannot wait till our next session!!!
Thank you for an outstanding session. … What a great way to end the year!”
Thank you, Monkey Dick. You are a treasured sub and I’m grateful you’re the CBT masochist to my CBT sadist.
Looks to be early 80s. If anyone knows where this is from or who the Domme is, please let me know!
Monkey Dick came for a visit to My House of Cock and Ball Pain.
After tying him down to My satisfaction, I put his junk in bondage as well.
After delighting in the various facial expressions and vocalizations that My punishments evoked, I further amused Myself with such things as My CBT version of a windmill, the “Dickmill”
(If I had wooden clogs, I could have crippled him with the full Dutch treatment to his incredibly vulnerable balls.)
And then I put on a play for Myself, starring Willy Dickspeare:
And then like that, our time was up. I didn’t even get to do all the things I wanted. (There’s always next time…)
He thanked Me for a “great session” and I sent him on his way, beaten and bruised.
Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines Independence Day as “a holiday celebrating the anniversary of a country’s independence from another country.” Mistress Tissa’s definition of Independence Day is quite different. Mistress Tissa’s idea of Independence Day is for Her submissives to “celebrate their independence by giving it up.” And that is exactly what i did during our most recent session. When Mistress Tissa demanded that i give up my independence during a two hour session which included some very heavy bondage, i fully complied. Anyone who has read my previous writings should have come to the obvious conclusion that i always give up “my independence” to Mistress Tissa during a session, by following each of Her commands with the utmost respect and reverence. i never question Mistress Tissa. i follow Her directives without hesitation and i do everything in my power to please Mistress Tissa at the highest level possible. Mistress Tissa is a perfectionist and therefore deserves a slave who strives for perfection while serving Her and that is always my goal. Needless to say, giving up my independence to Mistress Tissa takes place every time i session with Her, not just around the 4th of July. So, how was this session different than the others that i have had with Mistress Tissa? This is the first session that i had with Mistress Tissa where She used what i would call heavy bondage on me. i have been tied up by Mistress Tissa before, but never quite like this.
After being instructed to lie on my back looking up at the ceiling, Mistress Tissa began the long process of heavy bondage on me. First there were the ropes that She looped several times over my upper arms and then secured to Her bondage table. Then there were the ropes that were looped several times around my wrists and again secured to the bondage table. Like my arms, my legs were secured pretty much the same way with ropes being looped around each leg and then secured to the table. Following the ropes, Mistress Tissa used straps that were stretched tightly over me and then secured to the sides of the table. Even though it was almost impossible to move anything but my head slightly and my toes and fingers, Mistress Tissa was not yet done. Chains were next. i could hear the rattle of chains as they were also used to tighten the hold on me and to now make it that much more difficult to move. i started to wonder if Mistress pulled the chains much tighter would i be able to stand the fact that some of my muscles were starting to tighten up from lack of movement. At that point i convinced myself that i would take the pain She administered and that my safe word would not be used on this day.
At one point when Mistress walked away from me i tried to lift my head to take a peek at my predicament, but was unable to lift my head at all. The reason was that Mistress Tissa had placed a different collar around my neck which was much wider than the collar that i wore during most of my sessions. She referred to it as a posture collar. It keeps your head up high and straight and prevents you from looking down at the ground.
During the period of time where Mistress Tissa was applying the bondage to me, we spoke with each other more than i can ever remember during any other session. Actually i should correct that statement. Mistress Tissa allowed me to speak more than i have in the past. During most of O/our sessions i remain reasonably quiet focusing on serving Mistress Tissa and listening to her every command as to not make any mistakes. i mostly speak only when Mistress Tissa directs questions at me and then i always give Her honest and accurate answers. i am not sure if Mistress Tissa grew tired of our dialogue, but at one point She walked around the table stopping at the end of the table where my head was located. She then asked me a question that appeared to come completely out of nowhere. “Have you ever sucked a real cock?” i gave Her my honest and accurate one word answer. i am not sure if my answer had any bearing on what happened next, because Mistress Tissa then proceeded to shove a rubber dildo gag into my mouth and half way down my throat. Needless to say our conversation ended, at least from my end.
Once i was completely secured to the table with the ropes, straps and chains, and I almost forgot, the rubber dildo, Mistress Tissa uttered the words, “What’s next?” What was next was a little CBT performed by Mistress Tissa. Mistress Tissa used some type of vibrating tool all over my cock and balls which at times caused discomfort, but at other times felt somewhat soothing. It was actually quite tolerable. What was not tolerable was what followed right after Mistress Tissa again uttered, “what’s next?” What was next for me was complete torture. Mistress Tissa began tickling me all over my feet, sides, legs and any spot She could find that would make me struggle in agony. Honestly, i hate being tickled, which did not seem to bother Mistress Tissa, or curtail Her assault on me. This form of torture went on for a very long period of time, or so it seemed, all the while Mistress Tissa had a devilish smile on Her face. It was quite obvious to me that Mistress Tissa was enjoying my agony.
Finally, thankfully, Mistress Tissa decided to stop. She then unstrapped me from the table and instructed me to kneel at my place in front of Her chair. This may be my single favorite spot in Her Temenos. In front of Her chair, kneeling at Her feet looking up at a true Goddess. At that very moment, the 90 minutes of extreme bondage and the tickle torture all seemed worth it, i was where i wanted to be, listening to Mistress Tissa saying the words i love to hear, “slave m, you served Me well today.”
Before closing, i would like to expand on what Independence Day means to me as it relates to serving Mistress Tissa. I recently attended a Broadway play where the line was used, “independence is full of many contradictions.” There are no contradictions with Mistress Tissa. What you see is what you get. For me, what i see is a truly beautiful, intelligent and talented woman. What i get is an amazing opportunity to serve an incredibly powerful and demanding dominatrix, exactly the way She wants and deserves to be served. Thank You Mistress Tissa, for allowing me the opportunity to give up my independence to You.
The best way i would begin to describe my most recent session with Mistress Tissa would be to say it took place in three different phases, each one with an equal mix of pain and pleasure. During phase one i was whipped, phase two i was fucked, and phase three i was shocked. All three phases were equally intense. After again stressing my devotion to Mistress Tissa on my knees, i was told to climb up onto a padded bench. Mistress Tissa then cuffed my wrists and hooked my hands to two over head restraints that kept my arms in the air for the duration of my beating at the hands of a true Goddess. Before beginning, Mistress Tissa told me that She would be using some of Her “new toys” on me that She had recently purchased on Her cross country road trip. My guess was that none of Mistress Tissa’s new toys were made by Fisher Price. Like our last session, Mistress Tissa used various instruments of torture on me, but i did not recognize most of the new devices She used, so my thinking was most of them were new. The difference between the beatings i was given this session and during the last one was that Mistress Tissa seemed to focus on my ass and the backs of my thighs, rarely hitting my back at all. i was administered 8 to 10 whacks with each instrument and then Mistress would move to her next “toy.” Finally, Mistress seemed to settle on a new type of cane that had a very different feel than anything She had ever used on me. When She hit me with it i could feel the same sting that i felt with previous canes that Mistress used on me, but it was a heavier instrument that landed with more of a thud. i am not even sure what you would call this instrument, although Mistress Tissa described it in her blog as somewhat of a Lexan cane*. All i know is when She brought it down hard on my ass, it hurt like hell. Mistress Tissa hit me with Her “new toy” a few times then stopped. She started again and then stopped. Then She started again in very rapid succession. For some unknown reason i started counting very quietly to myself. I thought Mistress Tissa might grow tired when she gave me a 50 lashes with the cane, then 100, or even 150. It was all probably wishful thinking as i am fully aware that Mistress Tissa is extremely athletic and could probably whip me for hours without growing tired, if She desired. Finally She decided i had enough and She stopped whipping me. i stopped my count at 186. What came next was the pleasure part of phase one when Mistress Tissa began softly rubbing Her healing hands across my burning skin. i have written about what this feels like in recent writings, so this time i will be brief in my description and only use one word, fantastic!
It was now time for me to get fucked by the amazing Mistress Tissa! i was told to bend over and place my head on the bondage table that was pulled up next to the padded bench, where i was still kneeling. Mistress Tissa then prepared me for what was to come. Mistress Tissa placed a new type of gag over my mouth that i believe is called a spider gag. i looked up the name of it on Wikipedia, under gags (BDSM). You can find almost anything on Wikipedia, including spider gags. The spider gag kept my mouth open the entire time. Mistress Tissa also tied my wrists together and tied them to the bondage table. i was not going anywhere, not that i wanted to. It was time to give myself completely to Mistress Tissa, not that i had any choice in the matter. Mistress Tissa then lubricated my ass and …prepar[ed] me for what was coming next. First a butt plug, which accidently fell out (Mistress Tissa was not happy), then dildo number one, a larger dildo number two, and the largest dildo of the day number three was pushed into me from behind. The dildos were all being worn by the intoxicating Mistress Tissa. After each time Mistress Tissa fucked me from behind She informed me that, “you are not done yet.” Number three was a challenge for me. i was not convinced that i could take it all the way in, but Mistress Tissa was convinced that i was going to take it and She always has the final word. Actually during all of O/our sessions She has the only word that counts. As Mistress Tissa pounded into me from behind, Her thighs banging against mine, She reminded me of some of the statements that i am required to say as Mistress Tissa fucks me. The statements this day were (in no particular order): “i am your bitch.” “i am your slut,” “i am your whore, Mistress,” “my fuck hole belongs to you Mistress,” “please fuck me Mistress,” “more, please more Mistress.” These were just some of the statements that i was required to make to demonstrate my devotion to Mistress Tissa as She continued to demonstrate Her complete power over me. i did not mind making any of the previous statements, but the only problem i experienced throughout was trying to make those statements with the spider gag making it almost impossible to speak. Mistress Tissa showed no sympathy, continuing to force me to speak through the gag and then laughing as i mumbled my various statements of devotion to Her. Something i also learned about the gag was that it caused me to drool constantly from my mouth, as I could not control the saliva from flowing onto the bondage table, and there was no pad under me. i made the decision to cover my mouth with my bound hand to stop my drooling in place of telling Mistress of my predicament. i am not sure that was a good idea but I decided at that moment to not take the chance of disappointing Mistress Tissa. Finally, Mistress Tissa pushed into me for the last time and withdrew dildo number three from my ass. She then informed me that it was the largest one i had ever taken. i was not surprised by that comment. Mistress Tissa often tells me that She has to train my ass to take something bigger. This was definitely a “big” training day for me.
For phrase three i was instructed to sit on Her bondage chair and to spread my legs. Mistress Tissa secured both my legs and arms to the chair, making me fully exposed for Her pleasure. i was then blindfolded. i could not see a thing, which i am sure was Mistress Tissa’s plan. Mistress Tissa then applied what felt like a gel to my balls, and the electric shocks to my balls began.
I guess the voltage was being adjusted as sometimes the shocks were clearly more painful than others. i assume that Mistress Tissa was using the TENS device on me that She has used in the past. The only time i used my safe word during a session was when Mistress Tissa shocked my penis and balls with the TENS device. This time i made it through without using my safe word as either i was very lucky or more likely Mistress Tissa decided to take go easy on me.
i was then instructed to lie on the floor on my back next to the bondage table. Mistress Tissa climbed up on the table and placed Her boots on my chest. i love being below Her! At times She pushed her boots down onto my cock and balls and at other times She dug Her spiked heels into my very sore nipples.
But, it was all good because before She did any of this She removed my blindfold and i was now being permitted to look up at the stunning Mistress Tissa. i was sore, but content. i would have been content staying in that position for hours under the spell of Mistress Tissa, but that was not meant to be, as O/our session would soon be coming to a close. But, before finishing my writings, i will share that while i was on the floor looking up at Mistress Tissa, She again allowed me to kiss her boots several times and to suck on her spiked heel.
Mistress Tissa again reminded me that i was a lucky slave. Very, very true! Thank you Mistress Tissa, from someone who is completely devoted to serving You.
* It is indeed a fiberglass cane encased in a padded sleeve. I have decided to name it “Punisher”.