Red Ass

MistressTissa_RedAss

Whether it’s because…

…you enjoy the sensation of my hand spanking, my paddle smacking, or my cane striking your eager bottom…

…you wish to relinquish control to me and offer your ass for my perverse enjoyment…

or

…you’ve been terribly naughty and need to learn a very important lesson…

I will make you blush.

How deeply remains to be seen…

 

Discipline: you need it.

Are you a naughty boy or girl who won’t obey and just doesn’t learn? Do you need an attitude adjustment?

Come over here right now, young man. Assume the position, young lady.

If you have been bad, you need to be punished for your misdeed with a good over-the-knee spanking or paddling, like misbehaving boys and girls deserve. Those of you who give Me attitude might also need your mouth washed out with soap.

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I’m a compelling Disciplinarian, Mommy, Step-Mommy, Auntie, or Boss who provides a range of no-nonsense discipline measures from Good Boy/Good Girl training and tasks and, when required, punishments suited to the severity of your misdeeds.

I know that between My firm hand, assortment of belts, hairbrushes, paddles, canes, floggers, whips, and My background in psychology (I’m very good at behavioral analysis and modification), I will set you on the right path.

A new slave who knows how to make an impression (and so do I)

sissy slave s scheduled an audience with Me this weekend and before the session he asked what from My wishlist I would most like. I told him what I most wanted was not on My list. I gave him an option of My top two things. I was impressed that, without hesitation, he selected the more expensive of the two. And he immediately sent this toward the gift:

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Like a good slave, he provided the remainder when he saw Me.

Now, for this scene, we played in another dungeon. This was a nice change of pace and allowed for some different options.

After having some fun with him on the cross, where I could see on his face how quickly I had him slipping under My spell, I moved My sissy bitch to the table, tightly tied him down, and continued the punishment he needed.

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There’s a lot I could detail here, about how I humiliated and degraded him, how I made him wimper and beg, and how I became excited when I thought he might be crying, but instead I’ll just leave you with a lovely shot of his red, swollen ass after I hit him with a few floggers, straps, a cane, and a handful of lashes from My single tail.

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He made a good impression on Me…so I made a good impression on him.

Afterward he sent Me this:

“I just want to say thank you for that wonderful session and for puting me in my place yesterday mistress. Hope to session with you again soon.”

Would you believe this slut is already asking for the date he can come back?

slave m’s privilege

It has been several days since my last session with Mistress Tissa and i am still in disbelief as to what took place during that session.  Mistress Tissa allowed me to do something that i never in my wildest imagination would have thought could possibly take place during one of O/our sessions.  But it did and i still can’t believe it happened.  i will share more on that later.

When O/our most recent session began, the first and most noticeable change, besides the physical changes to Her Temenos, was the way Mistress Tissa was dressed.  She was wearing a white, long flowing gown that reminded me of something a Roman Goddess would wear.  It was beautiful to say the least!  There are no words to describe how Mistress Tissa looked in the gown She was wearing, so i won’t try.  Maybe Mistress Tissa will post a picture of Her wearing the gown in Her Blog so that I can see it again, although i am not sure it matters since i cannot get the picture of Her or the events of O/our last session out of my mind.  Another change was that Mistress Tissa told me to call Her “Goddess” during this session, in place of “Mistress.”   But, making the transition to calling Her Goddess during O/our session was easy, since that is exactly what She looked like for the next two hours.

Early in O/our session Goddess Tissa reminded me that i had written to Her to schedule a session during the previous week, but that i did not follow through with my plan.  i would be “punished” for failing to follow through on that request.  The punishment to say the least was extremely intense.  First, She sat me in Her bondage chair, strapped my arms and legs to the chair, blind folded me and placed two TENS unit pads on each of my arms.  i knew what would soon be coming was going to be extremely painful.  i also knew that the one and only time i had to utter my safe word during a session with Goddess Tissa was when She used the TENS unit on me.  Was i going to get through the next ten minutes without begging Goddess Tissa for relief?  Honestly, i never like to use the safe word with Goddess Tissa.  i am not sure why.   i guess in my own mind i have failed Her in some way when i use my safe word.   i do not know what level Goddess Tissa turned the TENS unit up to but i do know that it hurt like hell!  i still remember that my body shook each and every time She sent electric jolts through my arms flowing through the rest of me.  After our “electro play” was finished, Goddess Tissa told me to climb up onto a padded bench.  She then connected each side of the neck collar i was wearing to a chain which She then hooked into the ceiling.  My arms were also locked in place and i was now fully prepared (by Goddess Tissa) for what was to come next.  i would be subjected to a beating on my ass and thighs which would be one of the most painfully intense beatings that i would ever have to endure at the mercy (or lack thereof) of Goddess Tissa.   Goddess Tissa laid out six to eight different types of whips, all of which would be used on me.  Since everything Goddess Tissa does during a session has a very distinct purpose, i am sure that the whips being laid out directly in front of me in full view were serving a very real purpose.

Goddess Tissa has whipped me on numerous occasions during our sessions, but this time would be very unique.  Before securing me in place, Goddess Tissa told me to “put my glasses on.”  The only other time i wore glasses during a session was during our previous session when i baked a cake to celebrate my one year anniversary of serving Goddess Tissa.  But, it was quite obvious to me that judging by the way Goddess Tissa had secured me in place on my knees in front of Her, that “baking a cake” would not be on that day’s schedule.  W/we would be trading spatulas and measuring bowls in for whips and chains.  So why would i be wearing glasses?  Goddess Tissa placed a book in my hand, called “Shakespeare’s Sonnets.”  She then instructed me to turn to a specify page and prepare to read one of the sonnets.  What took place next went something like this.  i would read a line, “Being your slave what should I do but tend,” which would be followed by numerous blows with a whip on my ass and the backs of my things.  Another line, “Upon the hours, and times of your desire,” followed by my ass being abused again.  Another line, “I have no precious time at all to spend;” more blows to follow.  And again, “Nor services to do till you require.”  Guess what followed next?  I am not sure how many times i read the entire sonnet, 14 lines in all, but i do know that Goddess Tissa went through every one of Her whips, some more than once.  In fact, if i had to guess the higher number as to words in the sonnet, 120 words in all, or blows to my ass, judging by the way my ass felt for hours, i am going with the latter.

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Finally the beating ended.  Prior to my reading of Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Goddess Tissa asked me if i liked reading Shakespeare, my answer was that i am not a big fan of his works.  i remember being back in school and reading Shakespeare and how painful it was to read at that time.  i was right, reading Shakespeare is still very painful!

Goddess Tissa then unhooked me from the ceiling, sat in Her chair and told me to place a bath towel (folded over once) at Her bare feet.  She then told me to gather up a metal bowel from the other side of the room, which had a bar of soap and a small washcloth in it, and to also place it at Her feet.  Following Her directions, i filled the metal bowel with warm water and placed it next to Her feet.    Next, i was to bring a small plate to Her and place it on the table next to where She was sitting.  The plate contained several strawberries and what appeared to be a small piece of chocolate.  “Kneel at my feet,” came next.  At that point it seemed logical that there could only be one possible command that would follow and i was hoping that i would hear the words that never seemed even remotely possible.  I closed my eyes and waited.  “Wash My feet.”   Goddess Tissa placed Her beautifully slender feet in the warm water and allowed me to begin washing them with my bare hands.  For the next 15 to 20 minutes i washed each foot as gently as i possibly could, loving every second of completing this amazing task for Goddess Tissa.

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At one point Goddess Tissa stated, “I do not usually allow people to wash My feet.”  Was this really happening?  She was now allowing me the privilege (and honor) that only few are chosen to complete.  I was simultaneously washing and massaging the feet of the most amazing Goddess on earth!  It was an absolutely incredible experience to say the least.

After thoroughly washing both of Her feet, i gently removed Her feet from the water, placed them on the bath towel and padded them dry with the washcloth.  “Smell my feet,” came next.  I breathed in the intoxicating scent of Goddess Tissa’s feet.  “Kiss my feet.”  Again, is this really happening?  Really?  “Kiss my feet again, and again.”  “Keep kissing them.”  It was happening.  i was kneeling at the feet of Goddess Tissa, kissing Her feet over and over again.  i kissed the tops of her feet, her toes, the tips of her toes and the bottoms of her feet, over and over again.  She allowed me to continue to kiss Her feet more times than i could have ever imagined possible.  Unbelievable is this best word to describe the experience.  But, it really did happen.  i am not sure if Goddess Tissa will ever allow me to earn this privilege again, but if She does not, at least i experienced it once, and i will never forget the time i was allowed to wash and then kiss the feet of Goddess Tissa.

Next, Goddess Tissa instructed me to lie on the floor in front of Her chair.  She then proceeded to rub her (very clean) feet all over my body.  At one point She even placed her toes in my mouth, which i gently kissed.  Never in my wildest imagination would i have thought that this session would continue this way.  More amazing privileges would soon follow when Goddess Tissa stood up out of Her chair, came over to me and continued rubbing her feet on my face.  I closed my eyes in ecstasy.

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Goddess Tissa then sat on my chest looking down at me.  She tilted Her head forward letting Her hair fall onto my face.  I asked myself again, was this really happening or would i soon be waking up?

Goddess Tissa then stood up and walked away from me to another part of the room.  I was then given the clear instruction to “rub my penis.”  There was one major problem, i could not reach it.  Earlier, Goddess Tissa had hooked both of my wrists to the collar around my neck.  So to put it bluntly, it was absolutely impossible for me to reach my penis, but there was no way that i was not going to try.  So, i shifted my collar slightly so that my right hand was in front of me and my left hand behind me, lifted my knees as high as i could to my chest and tried in vain to reach myself.  Several times i was able to slightly touch myself.  Needless to say, Goddess Tissa appeared to be amused with my predicament and laughed at me several times.  Finally i was permitted to stop entertaining Her and i was told to assume my kneeling position at Her (still very clean feet).  For the last part of our session, Goddess Tissa instructed me to give Her an offering in a glass chalice that She had placed on the floor in front of me.  Eventually i worked myself to an orgasm (of course i asked permission first).  Most of my semen ended up on my right hand, which Goddess Tissa ordered me to “lick clean.”   i did as i was told, but truth be told, that is not one of my favorite things to do during a session.  But, being slave m to a stunning, powerful and demanding Goddess on Earth is a privilege that i will never take for granted.  And, if Goddess Tissa orders me to “lick myself clean” during every future session with Her, i will do exactly what i am told, without ever questioning Her in any way.  Thank you Goddess Tissa for allowing me to serve You the way You deserve to be served!

slave m served Me very well this day! In addition, he brought Me this wonderful bottle of wine:

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slave m becomes My caged bitch

“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.

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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.”
“And?”
“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.

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“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

*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.

slave m: bound and tested

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.

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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.

slave m