The Goddess’s prayer

Our Goddess who art on Earth

Hallowed by Thy name

Thy kingdom come

Thy will be done

On Earth as it is in Your Temenos

Give us this day, our daily abusemistresstissa_nipplebitch

and forgive us our disobedience

as we work to earn your forgiveness

and lead us from temptation

and deliver us from evil.

For Thine is the kingdom

and the power

and the glory

forever and ever

Amen

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Monkey Dick returns

Monkey Dick came back for more dick and nut sadism. He can take a good amount, so I thoroughly enjoyed it. (I’m not going to show you everything. I never do.)

Spotted dick, anyone?

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Monkey Dick requested that I wear black patent boots for this session and I wanted to wear platform sandals so that I could look at My fresh pedicure.

Of course I wore sandals.

However, I wanted to make a proposal. I told him I would let him see Me in them if he accepted 10 solid kicks to the balls.

“Mistress, I don’t think I can take as much as some of your other subs…”

What do you think this slut did?

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I also spent some time crushing them. Because I love to see them flatten out under My feet.

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Training and testing slave m

i have been a true and devoted slave to Mistress Tissa for over a year now and i can say with absolutely certainty that O/our most recent session was the most physically intense i ever experienced.  First of all, it was a three hour session.  All of my recent sessions with Mistress Tissa have been two hours in length, so this one was 50% longer and 100% more intense (and painful).  As intense as O/our session was it was also incredibly fun and exciting for me and hopefully fun for Mistress Tissa.  It has been days since that session and my head is still spinning.  After explaining my devotion to Mistress Tissa from my knees, She placed my slave collar on and instructed me to sit on Her bondage chair and to get ready for the first part of O/our session.  She then tied my arms and legs open so that She had full and easy access to my cock and balls, which was Her intent.  The first part of O/our session would be very intense CBT with Mistress torturing my cock and balls with various devices as i stayed tied to Her bondage chair.  The first devise that She used on me was a crop.  Mistress landed slap after blow to my balls, my penis, and the most painful of all to the tip of my penis.  Each slap was delivered with exact precision.  When Mistress Tissa swings any devise at your most precious parts, She rarely misses.  After moving on from the crop, She picked up her second devise which was a flogger of some sort.   Looking down at the flogger, the strands, of which there were many, appeared to be some type of metal.  i am still not sure if it was metal, i should have asked Mistress Tissa after O/our session, but it looked like metal and sure as hell felt like metal when She delivered each swing.  Periodically during the CBT phase of O/our session, Mistress Tissa stopped to give my penis a hard squeeze therefore forcing pre-cum from my penis, which She scooped up in Her gloved hand and fed back to me.  This is standard operating procedure during our sessions.  i “drool” a lot from my penis and Mistress Tissa wipes it away and feeds it back to me.  It is something that i have grown accustomed to during O/our sessions, primarily because i have no choice in the matter.    Needless to say, when this part of O/our session ended, i already had a very sore penis and testicles, but there would be more fun to come.

Next was a directive to move to and straddle Her bondage horse.  i was told by my Mistress to climb up on the horse and to make myself “comfortable” and to prepare for what would come next.  Honestly, i thought i was going to get “fucked.”  But, that was not the case, at least not literally.  Mistress Tissa then began beating my ass over and over again.  She again used various instruments to cause continual pain and discomfort to my ass.  She walked back and forth concentrating on one ass cheek and then the other, until i was very sore and probably very red.  Blow after blow came down on my ass, sometimes in very rapid succession and sometimes with slow and deliberate pauses in between.

After She was finished with me on the bondage horse, i was told to move again.  This time i was instructed to lie face down on Her bondage table and to again, “make myself comfortable.”  What followed was the most physical beating that i had ever experienced, by a long shot!  Again, Mistress Tissa used several different instruments to administer the beating.  The process was basically the same with Her walking back and forth around the table delivering blows to my back, my ass and the backs of my thighs.  i have been hit very hard on my ass and the backs of my thighs on numerous occasions, but i can never remember getting hit with such blunt force on my back.  At times, the pain was absolutely excruciating!  After using various devises on my back and ass, Mistress Tissa placed the final device into Her very strong, powerful and equally beautiful hand.  The device was a single tail whip.  i expected Mistress Tissa to start slow with that whip, and She did, but what followed was beyond what i had expected or ever experienced.  Mistress Tissa again rotated between my right and left side, whipping my ass, the back of my thighs and my back, with the single tail whip.  Every time the whip lashed against my skin it hurt, it just depended on how much.  i truly believe that i have a pretty high tolerance for pain, but this was really testing my medal.  At one point, while i was squirming on the table in pain, Mistress Tissa leaned in and very softly whispered in my ear, “what does it say on your chest?”  my response was, “it says slave.”  When O/our session began Mistress Tissa had written on my chest in a black marker, the word “SLAVE.”  She decided at that moment to remind me what She had written on my chest.  my interpretation of why She decided to ask me that question was first the obvious, which was to remind me that i was Her slave.   But in addition, i believe Her message was to convince me that to please Her, i needed to endure whatever was to come next.  As instructed by Mistress Tissa, i took a deep breath and prepared myself for the rest of my beating.

Speaking of Mistress Tissa’s instructions, i digress.  Throughout my beating Mistress Tissa continually coached me through this part of O/our session by instructing me on how to accept the pain She was administering.  And, i thank her for that.   Some of my instructions included breathing techniques, telling me to breathe in through my nose and to take short quick breathes out of my mouth.  It definitely helped me (a lot) as i was better able to process the pain that She was administering by listening to Her advice and by trusting Her implicitly.  i have come to trust everything that Mistress Tissa tells me to do during O/our sessions.  i have learned much from Her and truly value Her advice which always helps me to  enjoy O/our sessions immensely and to gain so much more from them.  She also instructed me to “stay within my body,” as she whipped me, again helping me to better process the pain that i was feeling.  There is no doubt in my mind that i would have been using my safe words during my single tail beating if it were not for Mistress Tissa’s firm, yet encouraging words.

Mistress Tissa is well educated in all phases of BDSM.  She not only knows how to administer pain and to push you to places where you never thought you would go, but equally importantly, She is able to help You to understand  Your body better and to help You to learn where all of Your limits are as only a true professional would know.   Like i have said before, during all of my sessions with Mistress Tissa, i feel as though She knows my body and my mind better than i know myself.

Finally, Mistress Tissa leaned in and again whispered in my ear, “can you take three more hard ones on your ass and back for Me?”  Mistress always demands (and deserves) honesty from me.  So to be completely honest, for a few seconds i thought about simply saying “no, i had enough.”  Then i remembered that i have never said “no” to Mistress Tissa.  i am not sure if that day will ever come, but i was determined not to let it happen on this day.  i nodded my head yes.  The three really intense blows to my ass and the backs of my thighs hurt a lot, but they were nowhere near what it felt like on my back.  Each blow to my back with the single tail whip was preceded by light taps on my back, with the whip.  Needless to say this added to my uneasiness as each lash hit my back, prior to the “big blow.”  Each of the lighter taps felt like a bee sting, the “big blow” felt like, well it felt like someone who is incredible strong was hitting you across your back with a single tail whip.  That describes it best!  It was one down and two to go.  More bee stings and then number two landed.  i again squirmed on the table.  One more to go, i knew at that point that with the help of Mistress Tissa, i was going to make it through my beating.  At that moment, i glanced at Mistress Tissa who was standing next to me dangling the single tail whip from her right hand and wearing the lace cincher that i had gifted to her.  At that very moment She looked as stunningly dominant as one could imagine, and unbelievably terrifying, to say the least.  i peeked as She delivered the first few bee stings, but turned my head to prepare myself for the “final blow,” which came with tremendous force and intense pain.  my back was on fire, but i still felt a great sense of relief and fulfillment.  i did it, or should i say, W/we did it!  Because, i never would have survived the beating Mistress Tissa gave me, without Her “coaching” and Her encouragement.  Thank You Mistress Tissa!

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What a great way to end O/our session, or so i thought.  Mistress Tissa and Her incredible imagination had more in store for me.  Not that i am complaining, because i would soon learn that She was going to allow me to give Her an offering.  But before i was permitted to give Mistress Tissa an offering, She allowed me to experience something that i never thought could have been possible.  Mistress Tissa told me to roll over onto my now very sore back.  She then placed something on my penis that i have never felt before, and it hurt, a lot.  i had to ask Her what the CBT instrument was called.  To which Mistress Tissa replied, “Kali’s teeth.”

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i would describe it as something that really bites (sorry about the pun) into the skin of your penis.  What followed next was incredible, to say the least.  In fact, i still have trouble believing that it happened.  Mistress Tissa climbed up onto the table and sat on my face, smothering me with Her beautiful ass!  She allowed me this amazing privilege!  And, i cannot emphasize enough that i believe it truly was a privilege.  Why did She allow me this special privilege?  i can only surmise that Mistress Tissa may have allowed me this privilege because i endured so much pain for Her.  i am not sure if that is the case, but i like to think so.  Either way, i would gladly experience the same intense beating at the hands of Mistress Tissa whenever She wants to administer one to me.  Especially now that She has taught me ways to effectively process the pain She administers.

As i was wearing Kali’s teeth, and still trying to digest what just happened, Mistress Tissa began rubbing my penis with a vibrator for several minutes while informing me that i would be giving Her an offering.

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After some time, i asked and was granted permission, gave Her my offering, and then thanked Her for the privilege.  my reward was to have my cum scooped up and fed back to me as i laid on my back feeling completely spent and extremely satisfied.  i just hope that Mistress Tissa was equally satisfied with how i served her on this day.  i hope i earned high “marks” for my service to Her!

Truthfully, i have never had an orgasm where i did not touch myself.  And having Kali’s teeth biting into me as Mistress Tissa rubbed me with the vibrator created one of the most intensely enjoyable orgasms that i have experienced in recent memory.  Every single part of O/our session was absolutely amazing!  It was three hours of pure ecstasy!

When i returned to my car and prepared to drive away from O/our session it took several minutes to compose myself before starting the engine.  Finally driving away, i could not help but wonder how long i would have marks on my back.  They lasted a few days before fading, but the memory of my last session with Mistress Tissa will last much longer.  i am sure of it!

*slave m served Me especially well on this day, though his recollection of some aspects of our session are not quite correct (e.g. I did not whip him with what I would call “tremendous force” or he would have bled), but this is going to happen under certain circumstances and such experiences are subjective. Also, he needs more training.

Pretty Samantha: whipped and fucked

From the moment I walked in to Mistress Tissa’s I felt comfortable. This had not been the case on my way or even in the weeks leading up to our meeting. I had been nervous and self conscious. Mistress let me in, sat me down and we talked through our scene one last time. I wanted to enjoy a femme session, dressed completely in an outfit that I brought just for the occasion.

Mistress Tissa allowed me to get changed, then present myself when ready in her Temenos. I put on some tasteful panties, sheer and comfortable, black fishnet stockings, a bustier with garters, my favorite plum colored dress – sleek, shiny, and very tight. To complete the look I put on my blond wig, high heels, and a bit of pink lip gloss.

Walking to Her Temenos my nerves came back, but I quickly composed myself as I knocked on the door. Upon her permission I entered. It was all at once very overwhelming. The smell of the place made me instantly aroused and there was so much to look at. I did not get a chance to take in my surroundings however as Mistress Tissa was on me with questions and orders. In my confused and overwhelmed state I answered as best I could why I had come to see her. I could hardly remember what I had come for but it would all come back as she had me kneel before her and calmly explain myself as she put a collar tightly around my neck and attached a leash.

I had never been leashed before but it instantly calmed me. I now knew that I was no longer in charge. Mistress Tissa told me sternly to “FOLLOW” and I surprised myself with how quickly and completely I complied. Even in the tight dress I was able to get onto my hands and knees and crawl behind her. This was my first look at Mistress Tissa’s amazing body from behind. A slave needs little more motivation, but She showed me plenty of other reasons to comply.

I was put atop her cage for a thorough and humiliating inspection. She checked me literally from tip to toe, her gloved hands reaching into my panties, then to my lips, applying my own fluids as a little touch of lipstick. It was here that I made my first mistake in saying that I had applied my own lipstick and she gently cooed at me “let me see, kneel and face me”. She laughed and said that it was barely visible and that she would show me how lipstick should be applied. She reached into a nearby bag and pulled out a very red shade. After I expressed my concern about not being able to get the lipstick off, she laughed and instructed me to hold my mouth as if I were about to be kissed. The lipstick covered the other words that were on my lips, the “what if’s” and the other words of worry.

I was left with a shiny pair of lips for Mistress Tissa to use at her discretion.

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Placing me back on all fours, Mistress Tissa took what was left of my manhood and bound it in pretty pink ribbons, tightly tied, pulled back and strapped to a butt-plug, holding it in place no matter how I struggled. I would suffer in this state as she led me off of the cage and now onto a lower platform to have my hands brought above my head and tied firmly to the ceiling.

Comfortable and able to relax my bound arms Mistress Tissa took me to task with a number of implements. She started rather lightly with two floggers. My back and ass were warmed from the repeated and fast strokes. After taking some time with them, Mistress placed them on the table in front of me, then slowly walked to her wall of implements to select another. She moved slowly, always walking so close in front of me I felt I could taste her. I wished that someone would relieve me from the bonds of the ribbon and the plug that was held in place. But it was not to be for some time as She pulled my panties down and gave me many more rounds. A light whipping with a light cloth whip and stung, then at least 20 firm strokes with a wide leather belt. As the belt landed heavily she had me say “I am your slut” followed by another, harder slap.

After the thick belt had taken it’s measure, Mistress kindly reminded me that I had expressed interest in the single tail whip. The very mention of it had me squirming in fear and anticipation. To be whipped is absolutely a fantasy. To be whipped by Her, I could hardly wait. And eventually she took one off the wall and started into me slowly. At first I was surprised at how little it hurt. And as the strokes continued and the intensity increased I could barely take the pain. I held back on my safe word as she whipped me, reminding myself over and over that I was hers and I should be taking what she gives me. As I am not allowed to touch her, I settled for her touching me, like this. For me, a whipping of a lifetime as sweat developed on my face and then she was done with whipping me.

It was all so much. I couldn’t believe that I had already lived so many fantasies. I was here, dressed as a woman, made to tell my deepest fantasy, then lipstick, now a whipping. And Mistress was not even done with me yet.

She took to a place where I would need my safe word and it tasted delicious coming out of my mouth. The ultimate in surrender, giving up to Her. And how I can to use it was most embarrassing.

On top of the cage again, she bound my hands and pulled me forward so that I was bent over, ass exposed. She then tied each leg, wide apart and pronounced “you’re not going anywhere,” and I knew I wasn’t. Even if I wanted to I could not move. Mistress relieved my aching ass, removing the intruding plug. I tingled in its absence.

Mistress Tissa then took her time preparing a rather large strap-on. I could see the shadow of the erection at first, then she walked purposefully in front of me and I almost wept with anticipation. Squirming and writhing against the cage I wanted contact, so as she walked by I reached for her with the only thing I could – my mouth. And that was a terrible mistake. She took no pity as she came to the edge of the table, pulled my head close to her and forced me to take the covered cock into my mouth. The pleasant taste of chocolate had me eagerly sucking at first, then I wished I never knew the taste as she forced me to take more and more of it, deeper and deeper, then faster and faster until she was fucking my mouth as I gagged and drooled. I can’t be sure the exact words that Mistress Tissa used while she relentlessly entered my lipsticked mouth, but I did my best to comply until she was done using me in that way. And she did not finish quickly, but would stop for moments at a time, then come back to my mouth and continue the humiliation.

Once I had sufficiently lubricated the obscene thing, she brought it around to my tied ass and introduced me to the sensation of getting fucked slowly. The device was wider than I thought it would be and I felt that terrific and awful feeling of my ass being pulled beyond what it would take. Mistress Tissa felt me tense and moved slowly for a bit. She calmed me as she made me slowly take the rest in stages, thrusting, then pulling out, then pushing back in further. This played out until I felt her thighs against mine and she pressed hard into me. I could hardly take it and she encouraged me to be a good little slut and take the whole thing for her.

I did not want to let her down so even as I felt it going in as deep as anything could into my body, I held strong. And Mistress sped up and took my ass like I had never felt. She made me repeatedly tell her that I was a whore as she took me. I could feel the cage move below me as she pushed into me. Mistress Tissa is no delicate flower. And that’s when I had to give in. As she was thrusting into me, telling me what a whore I was, I had to use my safe word as I could not take the deepest fucking I have ever had. I trembled as she let me go. I had been fucked to my very completion. I felt humiliated, thoroughly used, and utterly satisfied. And when asked “how does your ass feel?” the best I could come up with was “good”. Thankfully she gave me another chance to answer and I answered honestly “thoroughly used, Mistress”.

At this moment I thought that I would be thrown out of the Temenos and never spoken to again, but Mistress Tissa had one last embarrassing task for me. I knelt in front of her as she sat in her chair one last time. She finally freed me from the binds of the pink ribbon and I felt like a different person. She then made me stroke myself for her. Right there, only inches away from her face she instructed me on how to rub myself…

…until I was ready to receive her offering. And what an offering it was!