…and this is just what’s hanging on the wall.
…just let me give you a little tug…
Answer: quite far
beth sent me these for Prez Day:
(there’s an explanation and joke in there that I’ll refrain from sharing)
When I put these on my wishlist, I had no idea how much pressure they would apply; they could be wimpy or strong. But they looked different than any of my other clamps and so I thought I’d take a chance.
HOLY SHIT. I believe they are THE most intense clamps in my approximately 15-20 pair collection.
Thank you, beth!
Then, slave john sent this thoughtful card and gift for V-Day…
Thank you, slave john!
Then, three pairs of shoes from footboy d…
This awesome retro pair:
…which, unfortunately, are too small. (I sent them back to get a different size.)
Then, these sexy pair:
I especially liked them because of the fishnet (which I don’t have on any shoe in my 100+ collection)
Here they are on my feet:
And then, finally, these gorgeous pair:
A peek on them on my feet:
Thank you, footboy d!
I had the pleasure of welcoming R to Temenos recently. We spent the day together which really allowed us to become immersed in our experience.
Though R consented to photos, I didn’t take many. I was too focused on what was happening. Here’s one moment when I had him immobilized in a body bag with layers of rope, straps, and chains. Of course, I couldn’t help but take advantage of such enticing defenselessness and took my time torturing his nipples (et cetera).
I could detail much of what we did, but instead I’ll share with you some of what he emailed me the next day:
Thank you so much for the fabulous session yesterday.
I think you know that I loved every minute.
The session went beyond my wildest dreams. … I’ve been playing for 30 years and have been visiting professional Dommes from 2 to 4 times a year in the US and Europe. I have some chronic medical issues but still love to play.
… I’ve never before had my limits pushed so close to the yellow level without quite going there. My nipples will never be the same and are already asking for more!
The meal with e-stim was great fun for me and seeing you grinning as you increased the level while I was trying to make conversation made my day.
I loved you “Domme” outfit and every minute of play.
It takes a truly extraordinary Dominatrix to plan and expedite play at the highest level for many hours. … You are a true artist and simply incredible
Looking forward to seeing you and Phoebe again next year.
He also brought me these thoughtful gifts:
A pretty scarf with fringe and some food for the strays I care for.
Thank you, R! Safe travels and looking forward to next time!
I had a great time with slave john during our last session.
One thing I appreciate about him is that he is terrific about rolling with whatever I come up with. Whether it’s physical, psychological, or verbal.
A couple of months ago, I was in Passional looking for new toys. I saw these nipple clamps with little buckets(!) attached and I had to get them to use on slave john.
He’s come for a few sessions since then, but I had other ideas in mind for those sessions, so I hadn’t used them yet.
This time I came up with a way to incorporate them that would entertain Me and, to My amusement, slave took to it, as they say, like a fish to water.
I laughed quite a lot during our scene. At one moment in particular, I asked slave to yell out self-descriptors with Me, and we said, “Faggot! Pig! Whore!” at exactly the same time. It got a real belly laugh out of Me.
He accomplished a lot on this day. Including the honor of being My bootcleaner…
slave john said he had a wonderful time. I did, too!
(He also brought the homeless cats another case of food! Thank you!!)
Knowing how much slave john enjoys having his nipples tortured, I recently bought a device for My dungeon with him in mind.
How high could I stretch him?
We got further than this photo, actually. I am pleased to say that he was able to take as much as physics would allow. That is, the opposing forces pulling against his nipples eventually became too great for the tension of the clamp and one of his nipples slipped out.
Given his gasps, moans, and that far-away look in his eyes, I think he liked My new toy.
Monkey Dick came for a visit to My House of Cock and Ball Pain.
After tying him down to My satisfaction, I put his junk in bondage as well.
After delighting in the various facial expressions and vocalizations that My punishments evoked, I further amused Myself with such things as My CBT version of a windmill, the “Dickmill”
(If I had wooden clogs, I could have crippled him with the full Dutch treatment to his incredibly vulnerable balls.)
And then I put on a play for Myself, starring Willy Dickspeare:
And then like that, our time was up. I didn’t even get to do all the things I wanted. (There’s always next time…)
He thanked Me for a “great session” and I sent him on his way, beaten and bruised.