DomCon LA 2017

DomCon was great. Got to Los Angeles on Tuesday evening, picked up a car, and stopped to get some groceries before checking into the hotel.

The next morning, headed to the registration desk, checked in, and got My badge.


Went to the industry-only classes on Wednesday and Thursday, which were all terrific.

Thursday was the opening ceremonies and first play party.

While I was sitting and enjoying a drink, I was approached by a guy wearing a gold lamé jacket. He told Me he was a slave. I asked him to clarify, since many people who think they’re a slave aren’t actually one at all. His answer didn’t fully satisfy Me, and during the course of My explanation as to what slavery is, or more broadly power exchange, our conversation moved to what it means to be a professional Dominant. He essentially insisted We’re all service tops. Not too soon after I began correcting him, Mistress Eva Cruz comes through the door, glaring at this gold-jacketed “slave” and exclaims, “Where have you been?!?” Apparently, he was supposed to get Her a drink. Instead, he stopped and struck up a conversation with Me. Well, it wasn’t long before he was on his knees, being choked by his own tie. Mistress Liz came along to join in the fun.

After some corrective measures, We needed a break and made him our footstool.



After a bit, Mistress Liz continued on with Her fun while Mistress Eva Cruz and I brought this “slave” to one of the rooms at Sanctuary to figure out how much of a slave he really was.

Let Me just say: not a lot of mercy was involved.

After two hours, We left him pretty beat up. And, hopefully, a little wiser.

The next few days were a flurry of events: classes for all convention attendees (some of which I went to and enjoyed), the Mistresses Dinner, the Mistresses photo, the Mistresses Tea (which I completely spaced until it was almost over), more play parties, lots of terrific vendors, and, of course, meeting a shitload of amazing Women (and few decent men).

Here are some of the toys I bought and tested out…


(Minus the harness and cocks)

By Sunday evening, I was exhausted. Still, I stopped into the after party, had some wine, and watched some people getting all sorts of treatment.

On Monday morning I headed back to Philly. Happy to be back!

Thank you, DomCon! See you next year!

(I’m not one to take selfies with people or I would have several I could have added to this post.)

My last session with slave m

My last session with slave m was a bit different than anything we’ve done before. Because some of what we did involves elements which, if explored with others, could be ruined if shared, I asked him not to write about this session. Instead, I will say a little bit and share a couple of images.


I especially enjoyed this session. In it I explored depersonalization and dehumanization with slave m. Since I really enjoy psychological play — especially things which are “edgy” — I enjoyed every minute of our two hours. And I was happy that slave m took to it to quickly, like a natural.


slave m said he “loved it”. That makes two of us.

ask and ye shall receive, slave m

Early in my most recent session with Mistress Tissa, She reminded me that i had previously asked Her to tell me how i could better serve Her as Her slave.  Being slave to a True Goddess in Mistress Tissa is a position that i truly relish and naturally it is a responsibility that i want to continually improve upon.  To be able to serve Mistress Tissa in such a way that i am able to continually please Her is my ultimately goal.  That being said, i know it is my responsibility to try to continue to hone my skills as Her slave by not only always doing exactly what i am told in Her presence,  but also to strive to perfect the services She desires from me during a session.  i love trying to please Mistress Tissa and as i have stated in my previous writings, O/our session is only complete when Mistress Tissa closes out O/our sessions with the statement, “you have pleased me today slave m.”  It is always music to my ears.  Truth be told, i cannot remember a session ever ending where she did not compliment me for serving her well, so i am batting a thousand, with the internal goal of never dropping one point below that average.

So after reminding me that i had previously asked Her how i could serve Her better, She informed me as to how i was going to do exactly that during this particular session.  So what was expected of me during this session, which was not required of me during previous sessions?  i would be taught several slave positions. Before explaining what slave positions i would be taught, let me first emphasize that i am a student of an absolute master of BDSM.  i cannot imagine anyone being more knowledgeable in all aspects of BDSM than Mistress Tissa.  i am always amazed as to how knowledgeable, well-informed, thorough, and experienced Mistress Tissa is as a Dominatrix.  She is a brilliant Dominatrix.  When you are serving this amazing person, you are serving a true master.   i learned early on during my sessions with Mistress Tissa that i was at the mercy of a completely dominant and professional Dominatrix who had mastered Her craft extremely well.  Everything She does during a session is done to perfection*.

Now more on the slave positions that i learned from a Master Teacher.  The first position i learned was the “kneel” position. Slave position number two was “humble.”  Slave position number three was “discipline.”  For slave position number four i was commanded to get up off of the ground and to stand upright, legs spread, placing my arms over my head and locking them together.  This position was called “inspection.”  And, that is exactly what Mistress Tissa did for the next five minutes, She inspected my entire body.  At one point She even spread my ass cheeks apart inspecting my (actually Her) hole for possible future use.  Probably the only thing She did not inspect was my teeth, but She actually did that once before.  At my very first session with Mistress Tissa, She required that i stay on all fours for an extended period of time while She inspected my body and at one point even checked my teeth.  The only other person i can remember checking my teeth was my dental hygienist.  Like, i previously mentioned, She is extremely thorough.  But, now back to elaborating on my new slave positions.  Once i had learned my four new positions, i was required to quickly follow each of Mistress Tissa’s commands by getting into whichever position She required of me.  i followed as quickly and efficiently as possible.  The last command was the humble position.  In that position, Mistress Tissa prepared me for what was to come next.  She wrapped tape around the base of my scrotal sac, so that my balls were, well i guess you would say in a sack!  She then pulled my balls behind me and attached a “humbler” to the back of my thighs so that i was now unable to move and was pretty much at Her complete disposal.  i had never worn a humbler, pretty interesting invention to say the least!  Mistress Tissa also placed handcuffs on my wrists, and chained my legs together.  Finally She placed what i believe was a steel anal hook in my ass and connected it to the collar that i was now wearing around my neck.  Interestingly, i cannot remember wearing hand cuffs with Mistress Tissa, so that was somewhat of a new and different sensation.


It was now time for my beating.  Mistress Tissa used several “instruments of torture” to paddle and whip my ass until it was sore and (probably) crimson in color.  Ironically, the most powerful and painful smack was administered with Her hands.  Mistress Tissa is incredible powerful, to say the least.  i could not even imagine what She could do to you if you ever crossed Her, not that I would even think about doing that.  After my beating had ended, i was permitted to move into one of my favorite positions, laying on my back at Her feet.

Mistress Tissa then placed Her beautiful heels on various parts of the front of my body, pressing down with Her feet ever so slightly.  First word that comes to mind, heaven!  She then brought Her heels to my face and told me first to kiss the long heel of Her shoe once and then the bottom of her shoe once.  As she held her shoe close to my face, Her command was simple and direct, “kiss.”   She did that with both of Her beautiful heels.  i waited until i was given the command to kiss before i took the liberty to do so.  i know better than to take any liberties with Mistress Tissa without Her complete consent.   At one point She crossed her legs and placed them on my chest.  After a minute or so, i stated the obvious, “i love to be Your foot rest.”   Mistress Tissa replied, “i like having you for a foot rest.”  Life is good!

The final command of the day then came from Mistress Tissa after she placed her feet in front of me as i stayed in the “humble” position in front of Her.  The command was to kiss the top of Her toes on each foot one time.  i did so with respect and reverence and loved this true honor!  Is there anything that could possibly be more fulfilling for a true slave then to be in a humble position in front of a true Goddess in Mistress Tissa and being allowed to kiss the tops of Her feet as a sign of my devotion to Her.  The answer to that question is NO!


*slave m is being generous with his compliments. While I am knowledgeable and skilled, am I an “absolute” and “true master”? No. Do I complete everything with “perfection”? No. For some submissives and slaves I may be “perfect”. I think it’s because I possess something more than learned skills. What makes a Dominatrix special is more than how well She can tie you up and whip your ass. What makes Her special is Her essence.

slave m gets restrained and lashed

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.

slave m gets whipped and kicked

During my long drive home after my session with Mistress Tissa I could not stop thinking about how utterly intense my session was with Her and whether the beating Mistress had imposed on me would leave marks on my body. Judging by how sore my ass and the back of my thighs were and how difficult it was to sit comfortably in the seat of my car, i guessed that there would be remnants of the last two hours I spent with Mistress Tissa. I was right.

i have had sessions with various Dommes over the past several years and one of my few requirements is that there are no marks left on any part of my body after a session. It has always been important to me that there is no “evidence” that i am seeing a Dominatrix. That was also my agreement with Mistress Tissa, until tonight. It seems that each session that i have with Mistress Tissa gets more intense and that i am expected (actually required) to be able to endure more pain, than i have in the past. Tonight was another example of how that progression continues to take place during our sessions.

Our session again began with me kneeling naked in front of this truly remarkable Woman. Mistress was wearing the red high–wasted latex briefs that i had recently gifted to her. As usual, Her beauty was absolutely breath-taking! i cannot put into words what an honor it is to be able to kneel in front of this truly amazing Goddess and to express to Her why i have come to serve Her on this day. And, the fact that Mistress was wearing the briefs that i had gifted to Her made it that much more exciting.

Mistress then instructed me to stand in the center of Her Temenos as She placed my hands into the two harnesses that would keep my hands and arms extended away from my body and towards the ceiling. She then carefully worked a ring around my balls and attached two weights on the ring stretching my balls out for her enjoyment. i was required to wear this during the next part of our session. It was the next part of the session that led to one of the most intense physical experiences that i have ever had with a Domme and one that i am sure i will remember for some time.

Mistress Tissa instructed me to kneel on a pillow and to rest my torso on the sofa and to get as “comfortable as possible.” Then my beating began. Mistress rotated between the left and right side of my ass and thighs using various instruments of torture. The two that i remember the most were a rubber whip and a long cane of some type.   Judging by how hard Mistress was hitting me and the intense pain i was feeling, i knew for the first time during a session with Mistress Tissa, that She would leave marks on me that would last for some period of time. Prior to the beating, Mistress Tissa asked me if i would be willing to be marked. i actually surprised myself when i responded yes without hesitation. i always believed that i would never allow that during a session, but i have now come to the distinct realization that i am almost powerless to say no to Mistress Tissa. i would do almost anything for Her. As Mistress continued “my punishment”* and the pain intensified, i thought i would have to utter my “safe word” to get Her to stop. But at the height of my beating, Mistress whispered comforting words to me and touched me delicately where the pain was the most intense. Her touch is absolutely amazing! Through her soft mesmerizing words and Her healing touch, i was able to gather the strength i needed to continue to allow Her to continue Her assault on my ass.


Next Mistress Tissa instructed me to lay on my back as she pushed my legs open with her heels. The next five minutes brought more pain and some terror as she proceeded to kick me in the groin over and over again. i have never had this done to me in such an intense manner and honestly i was somewhat scared that Mistress was going to really hurt me. But, i have come to learn that Mistress Tissa has the knowledge and training of knowing exactly where your breaking point is and bringing you right to the edge and then stopping Her onslaught. As the pain (and terror) intensified with each kick to my balls, i mistakenly uttered the phrase “oh god.” That was a mistake that displeased the only true Goddess in the room, Mistress Tissa. As punishment, Mistress instructed me to keep my legs open for the three lashes she would be administering directly onto my cock and balls with the rubber whip. When the flogger landed directly on my penis, the pain was beyond description! After the whipping, Mistress Tissa again touched me with Her healing hands helping me to find relief in Her soft touch. Our session ended with me lying on my back and Mistress Tissa sitting in her chair and resting her legs on me while taking photos of my service as Her footstool.


i could not help by stare up at Her, very adoring and very sore! i wish i could have stayed there under Her for several hours staring at Her, but my time was up.

i am not sure what the next session will bring with Mistress Tissa, but i do know that i cannot wait.

slave m

*slave m’s punishment was actually on behalf of the maker of My latex briefs. The seller, who is in Spain, said he mailed them out on December 10th. When I received the package, the postmark said December 16th. Of course, someone had to be punished for the lie. Because I could not punish the maker, I punished slave m.