Beth’s 2nd visit

Beth came back for round two. This time for two hours.

Knowing what I had come to learn about her, I thought she’d enjoy more spanking. Not only for potential eroticism but also as something that could be therapeutic for her. So, I decided to give her a more immersive experience with it. I instructed her to lay across my lap and I gave her a thorough bare-handed spanking.

Then, of course, there was more tickling. Which has both of us literally rolling on the floor. She kept trying to writhe away from me…and I kept dragging her back. The laughter was infectious.

I then introduced her to flogging. Varying and building sensations. She surprised me with how much she took for her first time.

And, like that, two hours was up.

Later that evening, she sent me this email:

“I got home a little while ago and although I spent the entire car ride back trying to figure out how to thank you properly,  I am still at a loss for the right words.  
This has been a very rough month for me. My depression and anxiety have been unrelenting. I’ve had a constant tightness in my chest and all my nerve endings felt like they were on fire, everything hurt.  But then I came to see you and for some reason  by some miracle, you managed to quiet all the noise in my head and all I was thinking about or focused on was what was happening in that room today.  I felt safe and protected and cared for and I don’t know how to thank you for that.
I really appreciated everything you did today and I actually enjoyed it too. You make it easier to try to push my boundaries and try new things. I was so worried that last time was a fluke and I was afraid to believe in the positive things I felt afterward, because I didn’t want to be disappointed or let down. And then I came today and now I know it’s definitely not a fluke. I feel even more certain that you are going to be able to help me make the changes I need to make in my life, if you will allow me to keep coming back.  I trust you and would really like you to continue to guide me through this journey, if you are willing. 
Thank you so much Mistress.”
Then, the next day she shared:
“For the first time in a month, i slept soundly thru the night and didn’t feel exhausted when i woke up. And today, I’ve just been thinking of everything i felt and experienced yesterday. For two hours i didn’t feel broken or defective or afraid. I don’t know how you did that, but i am so, so grateful!”
A big grin took over my face when I read this. I am so happy for her!
I look forward to wherever we may go next time!

My trip to Europe

I recently vacationed for 10 days in Europe. The itinerary was: Amsterdam, Prague, Berlin, and London.

After a connection in Dublin, I landed in Amsterdam.

I spent the afternoon dealing with some jet lag, but then ventured out and walked to the Red Light District.

It’s very rude to take photos of the women while they’re working, so I’ll only give you a glimpse of a couple of windows behind Me.

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I visited the Museum of Prostitution.

There were many placards throughout. Such as this one:

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Sex workers don’t like trafficking either. (Don’t let anyone try to convince you that sex work is the same as sex trafficking.)

According to this museum, when women get “older”, they may choose to become ‘SM mistresses”. Obviously, many women of younger ages always preferred working in BDSM.

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There was a room dedicated to the “SM Mistress”. It included a sling…

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…a St. Andrew’s Cross…

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…a wall of basic implements…

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…and a standing cage (which I thought I took a photo of but apparently did not).

The Cross included this warning:

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The victim’s arms and legs are now spread wide and the mistress is free to do as she wishes” Music to My ears!

Here is “The Story of Kelly”:

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While I’ve never provided the type of services implied here, I feel very confident that being a Dominatrix couldn’t possibly be less physically demanding. I would say it may just be differently physically demanding.

There were some quotes from workers that had been painted on the wall:

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I agree with both. This and all other forms of sex work are important work and therapeutic for many. It’s also not for wimps.

On another wall were “confessions”. The museum provides blank cards on which visitors can write their erotic secrets. Then, they are posted for everyone to read. Here is one that We Dommes hear regularly:

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I loved this one:

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The next day, I went to Demask…

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So much rubber and not enough Euros!

I did buy something, though. It will show up in a photo shoot soon.

About an hour or so after this photo was taken I began feeling very ill and rushed back to My hotel. I spent the next 24 hours dreadfully ill with food poisoning. The 24 after that I began feeling better but couldn’t eat much. As a result, I had to cancel My trip to Prague and wait it out in My hotel room.

So, I went directly to Berlin instead.

I was greeted in baggage claim with this sign:

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It almost made up for the insanely slow process of getting My bags. (The plane was literally 200 feet from the claim area, but it somehow took like 45 minutes.)

I appreciated this advert for “Dildo King”:

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Shortly thereafter, I saw another:

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Thank you, Berlin, for so openly accepting ads for dildos — and right next to “apartments for sale”. <3

Also, the universal impulse to draw-on nipples:

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I visited Peter Dominie…

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They have a lovely store…

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…where I would have bought a couple of things, but, sadly, they did not have My size. (The woman working was very helpful, though!)

Then, I went to Mister B. (I forgot to take a photo of the exterior, so excited I was to get inside.)

I had a fantastic experience at the Paris location, so I was looking forward to what I might find.

I had another excellent experience in Berlin and picked up a few things to add to Temenos:

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A PVC flogger, a lightweight rubber flogger, and a neoprene open-jaw mask.

That evening, I went to My fourth Roger Waters show for his Us + Them tour. This time I got first row. It was incredible. My favorite of the four. The Berlin audience was friendly and radiated good energy.

There were a few changes from the US leg, one was that during the intermission there were examples of things to #Resist from:

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I do enjoy rewarding torture, so, I’m sorry, Mr. Waters, but this one I will have to politely decline. 😉

The next day I headed to London.

Not much kink to report (I did have an almost erotic experience with a delicious veggie burger at Honest Burgers in Soho), but I did engage in My fetish for historical buildings and again walked around Westminster Abbey, this time stopping in the little Jewel Tower tucked behind.

This is one of the windows from this modest 14-century building:

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If you’re My subject, you belong on your knees.

;>

Looking forward to My next trip, where I’ll get to really indulge in My historical building fetish: Rome and Athens next year!

The continued training of slave m

Dear Mistress Tissa:

i would like to begin by saying “thank You” for another amazing session.   As is always the case, O/our sessions are equally intense and enjoyable for me.  This one was no different.  i hope that You were pleased and satisfied with the way i served You on this day.

Thank You for the time You spent prior to O/our session, checking in with me on my well-being both emotionally and physically.  It is very satisfying to know that i am the devoted slave of a dominatrix who is not only highly skilled and knowledgeable in BDSM, but also cares very much about Her subs’ emotional and physical well-being.  It is very comforting to know that i am in the capable hands of a such a sincere practitioner of Her vocation.

As previously stated, O/our most recent session was extremely intense and equally enjoyable, with two different scenarios that took place where You beat my ass with various types of instruments of discipline.  At various times You used Your powerful hands…

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…two different new paddles that you were breaking in on me, (by the way, the wooden one stung the most), floggers, whips, and two wooden canes, were all harshly applied to my back, but mostly to my ass.

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As is always the case it was an extremely enjoyable experience for me being at the complete mercy of a beautiful and skilled Dominatrix.  But, what made it so much more satisfying was the fact that You took the time to continue my training on effectively accepting and enjoying the beating that You were administering.  And, i cannot thank You enough for the lessons You have taught me on being a more receptive pain slut for You.  Instructing me on being more receptive to the discipline You administer by focusing on accepting each blow as more of a sensation, instead of “just pain,” has helped me to more fully enjoy these pleasurable experiences to the fullest.  i was better able to stay in the moment and focus on accepting Your discipline as a sensation to  be enjoyed, as opposed to pain that simply must be endured.  Even the final three blows you administered to my ass with the very large cane were manageable, but more importantly, exciting and enjoyable.   This was mainly due to the clear and purposeful suggestions You gave me on managing and accepting the intensity of the situation.  When You asked me if i could handle the final three intense blows that You were planning to administer, i knew that i could, because at that point i was well trained on accepting each blow as a sensation to be appreciated and savored.  Your expertise in Domination is unparalleled in my opinion and something that i truly admire.

I cannot thank You enough Mistress Tissa for teaching me how to better accept and enjoy the pain/pleasure that You administer to me during O/our sessions, and

for being so patient with me as You train me to be a better slave to You, and

for applying those amazing “healing hands” of Yours to my most sore areas during O/our recent session, and

for helping me to come to the realization that i truly love submitting to any pain that You inflict on me during O/our sessions because i derive tremendous pleasure from experiencing that sensation, but more importantly (to me) because  of the pleasure it affords You, and

for being  such a beautiful and amazing Goddess and allowing me the privilege of worshipping You as a “devoted slave”.

Sincerely,

slave m

slave m neglected to mention that the entire context of our session was about allowing one’s self to enter deep levels of submission through certain activities. We have been exploring sensation processing and how it relates to submission.

Also, slave m continues to be generous with his compliments. I don’t think My expertise in Domination is “unparalleled”, but I do consider Myself an expert in power dynamics/exchange and the psychology thereof.

For the record: The photo of his reddened bottom is only after I had spanked and paddled it. The other implements came after I took him off My lap.

Pretty Samantha: whipped and fucked

From the moment I walked in to Mistress Tissa’s I felt comfortable. This had not been the case on my way or even in the weeks leading up to our meeting. I had been nervous and self conscious. Mistress let me in, sat me down and we talked through our scene one last time. I wanted to enjoy a femme session, dressed completely in an outfit that I brought just for the occasion.

Mistress Tissa allowed me to get changed, then present myself when ready in her Temenos. I put on some tasteful panties, sheer and comfortable, black fishnet stockings, a bustier with garters, my favorite plum colored dress – sleek, shiny, and very tight. To complete the look I put on my blond wig, high heels, and a bit of pink lip gloss.

Walking to Her Temenos my nerves came back, but I quickly composed myself as I knocked on the door. Upon her permission I entered. It was all at once very overwhelming. The smell of the place made me instantly aroused and there was so much to look at. I did not get a chance to take in my surroundings however as Mistress Tissa was on me with questions and orders. In my confused and overwhelmed state I answered as best I could why I had come to see her. I could hardly remember what I had come for but it would all come back as she had me kneel before her and calmly explain myself as she put a collar tightly around my neck and attached a leash.

I had never been leashed before but it instantly calmed me. I now knew that I was no longer in charge. Mistress Tissa told me sternly to “FOLLOW” and I surprised myself with how quickly and completely I complied. Even in the tight dress I was able to get onto my hands and knees and crawl behind her. This was my first look at Mistress Tissa’s amazing body from behind. A slave needs little more motivation, but She showed me plenty of other reasons to comply.

I was put atop her cage for a thorough and humiliating inspection. She checked me literally from tip to toe, her gloved hands reaching into my panties, then to my lips, applying my own fluids as a little touch of lipstick. It was here that I made my first mistake in saying that I had applied my own lipstick and she gently cooed at me “let me see, kneel and face me”. She laughed and said that it was barely visible and that she would show me how lipstick should be applied. She reached into a nearby bag and pulled out a very red shade. After I expressed my concern about not being able to get the lipstick off, she laughed and instructed me to hold my mouth as if I were about to be kissed. The lipstick covered the other words that were on my lips, the “what if’s” and the other words of worry.

I was left with a shiny pair of lips for Mistress Tissa to use at her discretion.

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Placing me back on all fours, Mistress Tissa took what was left of my manhood and bound it in pretty pink ribbons, tightly tied, pulled back and strapped to a butt-plug, holding it in place no matter how I struggled. I would suffer in this state as she led me off of the cage and now onto a lower platform to have my hands brought above my head and tied firmly to the ceiling.

Comfortable and able to relax my bound arms Mistress Tissa took me to task with a number of implements. She started rather lightly with two floggers. My back and ass were warmed from the repeated and fast strokes. After taking some time with them, Mistress placed them on the table in front of me, then slowly walked to her wall of implements to select another. She moved slowly, always walking so close in front of me I felt I could taste her. I wished that someone would relieve me from the bonds of the ribbon and the plug that was held in place. But it was not to be for some time as She pulled my panties down and gave me many more rounds. A light whipping with a light cloth whip and stung, then at least 20 firm strokes with a wide leather belt. As the belt landed heavily she had me say “I am your slut” followed by another, harder slap.

After the thick belt had taken it’s measure, Mistress kindly reminded me that I had expressed interest in the single tail whip. The very mention of it had me squirming in fear and anticipation. To be whipped is absolutely a fantasy. To be whipped by Her, I could hardly wait. And eventually she took one off the wall and started into me slowly. At first I was surprised at how little it hurt. And as the strokes continued and the intensity increased I could barely take the pain. I held back on my safe word as she whipped me, reminding myself over and over that I was hers and I should be taking what she gives me. As I am not allowed to touch her, I settled for her touching me, like this. For me, a whipping of a lifetime as sweat developed on my face and then she was done with whipping me.

It was all so much. I couldn’t believe that I had already lived so many fantasies. I was here, dressed as a woman, made to tell my deepest fantasy, then lipstick, now a whipping. And Mistress was not even done with me yet.

She took to a place where I would need my safe word and it tasted delicious coming out of my mouth. The ultimate in surrender, giving up to Her. And how I can to use it was most embarrassing.

On top of the cage again, she bound my hands and pulled me forward so that I was bent over, ass exposed. She then tied each leg, wide apart and pronounced “you’re not going anywhere,” and I knew I wasn’t. Even if I wanted to I could not move. Mistress relieved my aching ass, removing the intruding plug. I tingled in its absence.

Mistress Tissa then took her time preparing a rather large strap-on. I could see the shadow of the erection at first, then she walked purposefully in front of me and I almost wept with anticipation. Squirming and writhing against the cage I wanted contact, so as she walked by I reached for her with the only thing I could – my mouth. And that was a terrible mistake. She took no pity as she came to the edge of the table, pulled my head close to her and forced me to take the covered cock into my mouth. The pleasant taste of chocolate had me eagerly sucking at first, then I wished I never knew the taste as she forced me to take more and more of it, deeper and deeper, then faster and faster until she was fucking my mouth as I gagged and drooled. I can’t be sure the exact words that Mistress Tissa used while she relentlessly entered my lipsticked mouth, but I did my best to comply until she was done using me in that way. And she did not finish quickly, but would stop for moments at a time, then come back to my mouth and continue the humiliation.

Once I had sufficiently lubricated the obscene thing, she brought it around to my tied ass and introduced me to the sensation of getting fucked slowly. The device was wider than I thought it would be and I felt that terrific and awful feeling of my ass being pulled beyond what it would take. Mistress Tissa felt me tense and moved slowly for a bit. She calmed me as she made me slowly take the rest in stages, thrusting, then pulling out, then pushing back in further. This played out until I felt her thighs against mine and she pressed hard into me. I could hardly take it and she encouraged me to be a good little slut and take the whole thing for her.

I did not want to let her down so even as I felt it going in as deep as anything could into my body, I held strong. And Mistress sped up and took my ass like I had never felt. She made me repeatedly tell her that I was a whore as she took me. I could feel the cage move below me as she pushed into me. Mistress Tissa is no delicate flower. And that’s when I had to give in. As she was thrusting into me, telling me what a whore I was, I had to use my safe word as I could not take the deepest fucking I have ever had. I trembled as she let me go. I had been fucked to my very completion. I felt humiliated, thoroughly used, and utterly satisfied. And when asked “how does your ass feel?” the best I could come up with was “good”. Thankfully she gave me another chance to answer and I answered honestly “thoroughly used, Mistress”.

At this moment I thought that I would be thrown out of the Temenos and never spoken to again, but Mistress Tissa had one last embarrassing task for me. I knelt in front of her as she sat in her chair one last time. She finally freed me from the binds of the pink ribbon and I felt like a different person. She then made me stroke myself for her. Right there, only inches away from her face she instructed me on how to rub myself…

…until I was ready to receive her offering. And what an offering it was!