more fun with slave m

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!


I am now equipped to receive your submission via:

  • immobilization – via straps, etc
  • mummification – via medical bandages and cling wrap (I found a plastic which fits with My Green ethic!)
  • confinement / caging – via seven-foot, lockable slave cage
  • moderate femme – via wigs, makeup, breast forms, panties, stockings. Still limited with lingerie, dresses, and heels. Of course, you’re welcome to bring your own. (Building a good femme wardrobe takes a lot of money, sluts!)

Coming soon:

  • Body bags (having two custom-made)
  • Religious play – specifically Catholicism

Next in line:

  • Military play
  • ???

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slave m becomes My caged bitch

“Lie on the floor face down!”

That was the first of many commands that Mistress Tissa would give me during O/our two hour session. It was also the first of many that i would follow without hesitation.

After allowing me to get up from my knees, after again expressing my extreme desire to serve Her, Mistress Tissa gave me that clear and concise directive.

Mistress Tissa then hooked my hands and ankles together behind me as i laid there with my face pressing into the carpet. The only way i could describe the predicament that Mistress placed me in was to equate it to “calf roping,” where the rider ties the four legs of the calf together after wrestling the calf to the ground, during a rodeo competition. All i know is that I had never been face down in that position before and it was almost impossible for me to move in any way. i was now at Mistress Tissa’s complete mercy.

As Mistress Tissa shoved a ball gag into my mouth the next command was given, “you are not permitted to drool at any time; if you do you will be punished!” Honestly, for a split second it crossed my mind to just get it over with and let some “drool” fall onto the pad that Mistress had placed under my face just to see what that punishment might be, but i quickly came to my senses and realized that making Mistress Tissa angry or possibly failing Her in any way, was probably not in my best interests at that time. Four different ball gags were placed in my mouth over the next period of time, each one seemed to be bigger than the last, making it more and more difficult not to drool. i probably swallowed a pint of my own saliva, but i was extremely determined to follow Mistress Tissa’s directive and not allow any “drool” to fall onto the pad. i passed the test*, not that it mattered, because i got punished anyway.

i cannot even imagine what the punishment would have been had i drooled on the pad, because the next 20 minutes or so sure felt like i was being severely punished anyway. Included in “my punishment” was being wacked with a wood cane on the bottom of my feet, hit with a rubber whip on my back and feet , and being smacked with an open hand on various parts of my body, including my face. Periodically Mistress Tissa roughly lifted my face off of the pad to check for drool and then pushed my face back onto the floor when She did not find any.

When Mistress Tissa unhooked my hands and feet allowing me to just lie face down on the floor with my legs now extended and my arms at my sides, i thought that part of our session had ended. i was wrong. She shoved ball gag number four into my mouth and then began a completely new “type of torture” for me. i am extremely ticklish and Mistress Tissa knows it. She then began alternating between tickling me in my most sensitive spots and periodically subjecting me to more smacks with Her open hand. Honestly, the tickling part was pure hell for me! The onslaught continued with Mistress Tissa sitting on my upper back pinning me to the floor and then pushing my face down into the carpet.

i am not sure when I first realized it but i now know that Mistress Tissa is extremely athletic and physically strong. my guess is that She works out a lot. Her physical strength at times amazes me.

“Get into My cage” was Her next command. i scrambled to my feet and climbed in as fast as i could. Mistress then lowered the door locking me in Her cage! The next few minutes that followed involved Mistress walking around Her Temenos preparing for what would happen next, while knowing that i was completely under Her controls in every way possible.

“Are you looking at me?”

“Yes Mistress,” was my response. I know never to lie to Mistress Tissa!

“Did I give you permission?”

“No, Mistress.” “May i look at You Mistress?”

As Mistress Tissa climbed up onto the cage and leaned over the edge allowing Her hair to drape over the side She said, “you may look at My hair only.” Any glimpse of Mistress Tissa works for me, so i was happy. Although, for a split second i thought of reaching through the bars and running my hands through Her beautiful black hair, which was so close to me. Then i remembered once reading Her protocol which stated, “you will not touch me in any way unless I have given you explicit permission. If you do, I take no responsibility for the way in which I may instinctively fuck you up.” So, as much as I wanted to run my hands through Mistress Tissa’s beautiful hair, not doing so at that moment was probably a very good decision on my part!

After climbing off of the cage and again walking around the room, i noticed that Mistress Tissa was wearing a strap on. my first assumption was that i would be sucking “Her cock” through the bars on the cage, as there was no way She could “fuck my ass” through the tight cage bars. i again guessed wrong.

i think i remember Her words being, “Lay on your side and bring your ass as close to the bars as possible” i followed that command as best i could.


i maneuvered myself so that my ass was pressed against the bars and aligned properly for Her. i also tried to get as comfortable as reasonably possible because i had a feeling that i might be in this position for a while. i finally guessed right, as i was in that position for quite some time. Mistress Tissa “fucked” me three separate times; pounding into me harder each time She took me.

After each time, She took a little break, but reminded me to “keep your fuck hole against the bars and don’t move.” Needless to say I did not dare move.

While being fucked, Mistress Tissa informed me of two new names that she would be calling me, I was “Her caged bitch and Her caged slut.”
It went something like this. “What are you?”
“I am Your caged bitch.”
“And My what?”
“I am Your caged slut.”
More pounding and then quizzed again.
“What are you?”
“I am Your caged bitch.”
“Your caged slut.”
i think i got every answer right, so i might have had a perfect score.

After fucking me for the third and final time, Mistress Tissa rose to her feet and stood by the cage with Her beautiful high heels touching up against the cage. By the way, i gifted those heels to Mistress Tissa, which I am proud to say.
She put the toes of her heels through the bars of the cage, “kiss them.” i did so over and over again until she told me to stop.


“Now, suck on My spiked heel like you’re sucking a cock for Me.” Truth be told, i have never sucked on a real cock, but i was determined to appear as experienced as possible for Mistress Tissa, so that maybe She would allow me to suck on it for a longer period of time.

“Now get out of the cage.” The door opened and i scrambled out of the cage as quickly as possible.

“Get on all fours and place your head on the floor.”

Mistress Tissa stood over me still wearing the strap on. As i knelt there with my face on the floor remaining as still as possible, I felt truly humbled in the presence of a true Goddess! Then Mistress Tissa said the words that i long to hear at the end of each session.

“you have served Me well, slave m.”

Mission accomplished! It is hard to describe how much i want to hear those words come from Mistress Tissa at the end of a session. “you have served Me well.” It has now become an obsession with me that i do everything i can during a session with Mistress Tissa, so that when i kneel in front of Her at the end of a session, She says those words, “you have served Me well today.”

Thank You so much for allowing me to serve You Mistress Tissa. It is truly an honor to do so.

slave m

*slave m’s recollection of some of the events is incorrect. The most glaring error was that he did NOT pass the drool test. While he did not in fact drool from his mouth, he drooled from his cock, and THAT is why he was punished.