These are one of my favorite pair of heels.
My toenail polish is midnight blue.
If you’re very good and obey me, I may allow you to kiss them.
These are one of my favorite pair of heels.
My toenail polish is midnight blue.
If you’re very good and obey me, I may allow you to kiss them.
In My last session with t2, he did not properly execute a simple instruction: kiss My heels.
He started by kissing, but then he began licking.
Immediately, I pulled My heel away from his mouth.
“I DID NOT TELL YOU TO LICK.”
t2 apologized and I told him he needed to be trained.
He seemed eager for this.
So when he returned for his next session, I began his much needed training.
Part of which involved submission to My hands and floggers.
Then, I offered him a chance to redeem himself.
Could he show Me he is able to follow directions and be a proper slave?
He assured Me he could.
I told him that I would give him another chance to kiss My heels if he took My single tail. (Something he had never done.)
He only made one mistake when kissing them.
Next time, he will make no mistakes.
Afterword, he sent Me this message:
Thank You for the session yesterday. It was a learning experience.
I feel that I am being trained by a caring, very competent artisan of
Very Truly Yours,
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”.
As i sipped a cup of coffee at a local coffee shop only a few minutes away from my most recent session with Mistress Tissa, my mind played over and over again what might take place in a very short period of time. As i took my last sip and departed for the session that i would soon be having with the beautiful Mistress Tissa, i somehow had come to the conclusion that i would be experiencing much pain during the session. During my last session with Mistress Tissa, She did not inflict much pain on me and i left that session much fulfilled, but not at all sore. i was now convinced that it would be highly unlikely that W/we would have two sessions in a row where Mistress Tissa did not try to find my threshold for pain, although i am now totally convinced that She knows exactly where my breaking points are and will test them whenever She pleases. i somehow knew that this session was going to be a painful one and i was completely right; this session would be filled with pain! During O/our last session i modeled some of Her new “toys” including a body bag, feet and hand bondage gloves and more. During this session i would be modeling something quite different for Mistress Tissa, red welts all along my back, my ass, and the backs of my thighs.
After kneeling at Her feet and again explaining to Mistress why i had come to serve Her on this day, She instructed me to climb up on Her bondage table and to lie face down. Naturally i complied without question. my feet were placed in bondage boots and my ankles tied together, my arms were stretched over my head and tied together. And finally, a hood was placed over my head, limiting my sight. It was time to prepare for what was to come, a beating from a Goddess.
Mistress Tissa used various instruments of pain on me including a cane, various whips and floggers, and finally a rubber whip. Mistress Tissa has an amazing aim and pretty much hits any spot She is aiming for. When She whips me, She usually starts slow and then intensifies the whipping over time. my head was somehow tied down to the bondage table so that i could not lift up my head up to see Mistress as She was whipping me. i was completely immobilized. Whenever Mistress is administering some type of painful exercise on me, i always try to imagine what She might look like as She is inflicting the pain on my body. In this case, i kept imagining what Mistress might look like as She raised Her beautiful hands in the air and then brought the whips down onto my bare skin. Once Mistress had settled on the rubber whip, the pain increased to an almost unbearable level. At one point, Mistress checked with me to see if i was ok with marks as long as they were not visible when i was fully dressed. my transformation to where i now allow marks on my body has been very deliberate. When i first started seeing Mistress Tissa, i asked Her to leave no marks at all, now i am content with any marks that She leaves on me, as long as they are not permanent. And on this day, i would be marked exactly how and where Mistress Tissa wanted me to be marked.
Lash after lash was administered on my back, my ass, and the backs of my thighs, but just as the pain increased to the point where i thought of using my “safe” word, Mistress Tissa would stop the onslaught. She would then place Her amazing hands on the exact spot that hurt the most. i truly believe that Mistress Tissa could heal almost anyone simply through Her touch, somewhat like a Reiki Master. First the whip cuts through the air lashing into your skin and then She touches you in that amazing way and the pain subsides instantly. i almost felt like i could have been whipped all day, as long as Mistress Tissa followed up the beating by touching my burning skin.
After the whipping was completed, Mistress Tissa did something to me that She had never done before. She leaned over my body and slowly moved up and down allowing her hair to fall onto my body. Her beautiful hair actually touched me as She walked up and down allowed me to feel the amazing sensation of her hair falling onto my back. It felt exquisite to say the least! Mistress Tissa called it a “hair bath.” i would have called it a small “touch of heaven.” After untying me, Mistress told me to climb off of the bondage table and to walk over to the mirror to look at my back. Red welts were already starting to show on my back and my ass. At that moment Mistress Tissa spoke the words that made it all worthwhile. She told me that She was pleased that i took the pain for Her. There is nothing that She could possibly have said at that moment that would have been more satisfying to hear. I pleased Mistress Tissa!
Next, i was instructed to lie down on the floor on my back and keep my hands at my side. Mistress Tissa then stood over me looking down at Her devoted slave. i always love when She does this during a session. i love being below her in any way and looking up at Mistress Tissa. It is an honor to do so. The intense power She exhibits at that very moment is incredible. She then lifted Her heel and ran Her foot over my body, sometimes pressing down on me to cause some distress. She then stepped onto my penis and i braced myself for the pain that i guessed would soon come. It did not. Finally Mistress brings her heel to my mouth and tells me to kiss the bottom of her shoe and to kiss the long heel of her shoe, to which I quickly comply. What happens next is something that Mistress has rarely done to me. She squats down and places my head between Her incredibly powerful thighs. She lightly squeezes my head between Her amazing legs and looks down at me, smiling at my predicament. When i think back to that part of O/our session with Mistress Tissa, it reminds me of the famous Lou Gehrig quote, “today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.” At one point during O/our session, Mistress Tissa reminded me that i was a very luck slave. Mistress Tissa is always right, but that statement on that day could not have been more right.
Next, a leash was hooked to the collar around my neck that i had worn throughout O/our session and Mistress told me to get on “all fours.” She then proceeded to walk throughout Her Temenos pulling me behind Her like a pet dog. i will do almost anything Mistress Tissa asks me to do (actually right now i cannot think of anything that i would not do for Her), so i was quite content crawling behind this powerful Woman as She walked throughout the room. Periodically Mistress stopped, lifted Her heel off of the ground and told me to kiss the bottom of Her feet. This went on for several minutes, i would have been content doing this for hours, but that is never my call.
As the session began to draw to a close, Mistress Tissa informed me that i was to kneel in front of Her. She then instructed me to bend over and place my forehead on the floor as She would be using me as Her “ottoman.” She then rested Her feet on my back. Needless to say, that worked for me!
After She was fully rested, She told me to straighten up but to stay on my knees. i was then instructed to stroke myself, as i would be permitted to give Her “an offering” on this day. Mistress Tissa informed me to keep stroking, but reminded me that i needed to ask permission before having an orgasm. i always try to remember to ask permission. In fact, i hope that i never forget to ask permission to have an orgasm when Mistress Tissa allows me to give Her an offering. i am positive that i do not want to know the consequences of forgetting to ask permission in Her presence. As i came close to my orgasm, i asked and was granted permission, but just as i was about to ejaculate, Mistress Tissa pulled my hand away, reminding me (without words) who controlled every part of my being. A few drops of semen fell onto the pad below me. Our session was now over.
It has now been a few days since my last session with Mistress Tissa. The red welts on my back have completely faded, but the memories of my last session with a most amazing Goddess have not faded in the least. Thank You, Mistress Tissa.
“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.
It has been a few days since my last session with Mistress Tissa and these words are still resonating with me even now, “i think i am at a yellow.” Honestly, i thought i would never hear myself say those words during this or any other session with Mistress Tissa. Who was i kidding? When i am in a session with Mistress Tissa, She controls pretty much everything i say or do. She controls when i am allowed to kneel at her feet, when i am allowed to stand, when i am allowed to touch Her or myself for that matter, She even controls whether or not i am permitted to look at Her. Even though i always believed i had a high tolerance for pain, i now know that Mistress Tissa has complete power over me and She will pretty much dictate when i have had enough and when I should ask for mercy, as i did during O/our last session.
O/our last session started as always with me kneeling at Her feet and stating my reason for coming to see Her. “i am here to serve you Mistress.” They are now becoming my new favorite words. i love saying those words! Mistress then allowed me the honor of kissing each one of her feet three times. That was the first time She allowed me that privilege and i cannot put into words how truly exciting and amazing that it was to be able to put my lips to Mistress Tissa’s beautiful feet. Unbelievable! She then placed Her new heels on Her feet, that i had gifted to Her, and allowed me another honor, which was to kiss Her shoes several times. Honestly, i have tried very hard to please Mistress Tissa during O/our sessions and maybe She feels that i have earned the honor and privilege of kissing Her beautiful feet and shoes. Or maybe i just want to believe that for my own sense of accomplishment.
Either way, i will continue to always do my best to please Mistress Tissa. It is my single greatest desire when i am in Her presence.
After she paddled my ass several times, Mistress Tissa instructed me to climb up onto Her table and to lie on my back. She then proceeded to put some type of padded mitten over both of my hands, a hood over my head, a wrap of some kind around my lower legs and feet, and finally several straps tying me to the table. i could not move and was in complete darkness because of the hood She had placed over my head. What took place next was something i had never experienced with Mistress. For several minutes nothing happened! She did not touch me, I could not see or hear Her, and i had no concept where She even was in Her Temenos. All i could hear was my own breathing. i am not sure if Mistress Tissa intended this nor would i ask, but i became more and more anxious with each passing second as to what Mistress had in store for me next. The wait was probably only a few minutes but seemed like forever. And then it began.
The assault on my penis with what i would later learn was a “TENS unit” was at times stimulating, at times shocking, and at times absolutely, positively excruciating. Prior to my session with Mistress Tissa, i had never even heard of a TENS unit, now i am sure i will never forget… Over and over the volts went through my penis and sent shock waves through me. Then i uttered my “safe word” for the very first time. Honestly, at first i felt bad thinking that maybe i had somehow failed Mistress Tissa. But, now looking back, it is not so bad. By using my safe word, i have come to the realization that it is just one more way for Mistress Tissa to control me. And, when She wants me to surrender to Her amazing power and demands, i will gladly surrender myself to Her.
Thank You Mistress Tissa, i look forward to serving You again soon.