Made for ocular masochists, I guess
Do they really expect us to buy this??
Do they really expect us to buy this??
Made for ocular masochists, I guess
When subP came last, I was in an unusual mood.
I’m usually a more serious type who enjoys intensity in My sessions.
But this time, I felt less Hard Domme and more casual. More Zen.
I informed her of this. she was on board with this energy.
In turn, she told Me that she had been reflecting on a question I asked her maybe a month ago. And her reflection lead her to wondering if she’d ever truly submitted.
So, she made it a goal to completely let go.
Our moods seemed complementary. We had three hours together and it seemed we both wanted to deeply relax into our scene.
I told her to stand…where I, like the perv I am, took the opportunity to shove My camera under her skirt…
I’m not sure if she blushed. 😉
I then lead her to My bondage table where I got to work immobilizing her with rope, straps, cords, opera gloves, and even more rope. Next, came her head.
I went over to My shelves of hoods.
My eyes passed over each one until they rested on one in particular.
I asked her if she’d ever worn a latex hood.
The decision was made.
Then, while all but her latex-encased head was immobilized, I began sending a soft purr of electricity through Her clitty…
Then, a bit more…
…and then jolts.
At which point, she yelled out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Sometimes an “ahhh!” or “ughhhh!”, sometimes a “yes, Misssstresssss!”
…and at which point, I shoved a gag in her gaping mouth.
Once I was finished, I peeled the latex off.
“How did you like the hood?”
“I loved it,” she smiled.
I’m very glad she did because I see more latex in our future…
(The rest of the session will remain a memory for Me and subP.)
After our session, she sent Me this message:
I want you to know how very special this evening was for me. You made the time pass so quickly, and orchestrated the session so perfectly. I appreciate the care you exhibited. I have never felt so cared for during a scene. I was at ease and therefore I was able to free my mind and let You guide us. Thank you so much for allowing me to serve You. I feel honored.
Thank you, subP!
See this little dick? I don’t need to persuade you to open up so I can strap it in your mouth, right, slut?
I’m preparing you for bigger things to come…
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.
What Bettie is trying to say is Happy 4th of July!
From now until the 15th, I’m offering an Independence Day Special on bondage sessions! Here’s your chance to get gagged, hooded, tied up, strapped down, wrapped in plastic, or caged for a reduced tribute!
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”.
“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’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.
One-by-one Mistress Tissa placed clothes pins on my penis and testicles, seemingly taking more and more pleasure with each one that She placed in the most delicate of places. i was instructed to count each clothes pin as She slowly put each one in place. That was not an easy task, as i had a ball gag in my mouth and a hood placed over my head. The pain was absolutely excruciating, so much so that I still remember it vividly, now four days after the fact. Mistress did not stop at 10 clothes pins, or 20, but ultimately placed 23 clothes pins on my now throbbing male genitals. As the process unfolded, i thought Mistress would ultimately run out of room as to where the clothes pins would be placed or maybe i was just hoping that She would. Regardless, She appeared to enjoy my obvious predicament as She kept inflicting pain on me, one clothes pin in at a time. i feel that Mistress now knows the absolute highest threshold of pain that i can stand during a session and often brings me right to that point before easing up. In so many ways, i believe that Mistress Tissa now knows me better than i know myself.
As i sat there in front of Her, on Her bondage chair, with the clothes pins now biting into my raw skin and the ball gag still in my mouth, Mistress decided to again prove her complete domination over me by penetrating me with a rubber penis. With one hand She pushed the penis in and out of my ass and with the other hand She tugged on the nipple clamps that She had just placed on my nipples. At that very moment i felt like i had reached the highest level of pain that Mistress Tissa has inflicted on me to date, but I was as determined as ever to make it through the session with the hope that i would please Her with my resilience.
With a hood over my head, a ball gag in my mouth and tied to a bonding chair the only sense that I had available to me was the sense of smell. During the most intense part of the session, i decided to breathe in Mistress Tissa’s amazing scent. She was wearing a latex cat suit which i had gifted to Her and between the smell of the latex and Mistress’s beautiful scent, i thought breathing in Her amazing scent would somehow take my mind off the intense pain that i was being subjected to. That was a big mistake. Mistress was not pleased with me and reminded me that i had not asked permission to breath in her scent. After removing me from the bondage chair She ordered me to climb up on the bondage horse. Mistress proceeded to beat my ass with a paddle which was a clear message not to do anything like that again without asking for permission first.
i am completely devoted to serving Mistress Tissa and worship Her in every way. Hopefully i will never displease Her again.
I wonder what happened next…
my most recent session with Mistress Tissa was 24 hours ago and i am still sore. I never know what to expect in my sessions with Mistress, but this time i was somewhat taken back by the intensity of O/our session. And it was intense! i have always felt like i have a high threshold for pain so it became very clear to me early in O/our session that my pain tolerance was going to be tested by a truly strong and powerful Woman. Mistress Tissa prepared me for the “corporal punishment” that i was about to receive by placing a hood over my head, then blindfolding and gagging me before forcing me to kneel balanced on a padded bench, with my legs spread and my hands locked into a harness above my head. I was not sure what would take place in the next part of the session but I was pretty sure how it would end. I knew that Mistress would have her way with me and there would be no turning back. Several different “instruments of torture” were then used on me, including a cane, a riding crop, and some other type of whip that hurt like hell when it landed on some of my most sensitive areas. i am not sure how long the “beating” lasted but i know i came close several times to using the “safe” word to get Mistress to let up. She did not, and i am extremely proud of the fact that I did not use her safe word and that she later praised me “for taking it like a champ.”
Some of the most memorable parts of the session were the short pauses in between the “beatings” where I would quickly give thought as to what instrument would be used next, where it would land and how much it would hurt. I can also remember how Mistress Tissa softly touched me on the sensitive areas that she just inflicted pain on to help get the blood to flow to those areas and to gain a sense of relief. What she can do with her beautiful hands is amazing. One second she administers incredible pain with them and the next second provides relief through her touch. Finally, I knew what would come next as Mistress alerted me to get ready be her “bitch.” Mistress entered me from behind and proceeded to remind me how much power she had over me and how she would demonstrate it by once again “becoming her bitch.” Not that I had much say in the matter, nor did i want to, truthfully i would have been anything that Mistress wanted me to be during this or any other session.
Thank you Mistress
slave m must have been in some level of disorientation and subspace because some details of his recollection are inaccurate. For one, I used a variety of implements on him, not just three.