The continued training of slave m

Dear Mistress Tissa:

i would like to begin by saying “thank You” for another amazing session.   As is always the case, O/our sessions are equally intense and enjoyable for me.  This one was no different.  i hope that You were pleased and satisfied with the way i served You on this day.

Thank You for the time You spent prior to O/our session, checking in with me on my well-being both emotionally and physically.  It is very satisfying to know that i am the devoted slave of a dominatrix who is not only highly skilled and knowledgeable in BDSM, but also cares very much about Her subs’ emotional and physical well-being.  It is very comforting to know that i am in the capable hands of a such a sincere practitioner of Her vocation.

As previously stated, O/our most recent session was extremely intense and equally enjoyable, with two different scenarios that took place where You beat my ass with various types of instruments of discipline.  At various times You used Your powerful hands…


…two different new paddles that you were breaking in on me, (by the way, the wooden one stung the most), floggers, whips, and two wooden canes, were all harshly applied to my back, but mostly to my ass.


As is always the case it was an extremely enjoyable experience for me being at the complete mercy of a beautiful and skilled Dominatrix.  But, what made it so much more satisfying was the fact that You took the time to continue my training on effectively accepting and enjoying the beating that You were administering.  And, i cannot thank You enough for the lessons You have taught me on being a more receptive pain slut for You.  Instructing me on being more receptive to the discipline You administer by focusing on accepting each blow as more of a sensation, instead of “just pain,” has helped me to more fully enjoy these pleasurable experiences to the fullest.  i was better able to stay in the moment and focus on accepting Your discipline as a sensation to  be enjoyed, as opposed to pain that simply must be endured.  Even the final three blows you administered to my ass with the very large cane were manageable, but more importantly, exciting and enjoyable.   This was mainly due to the clear and purposeful suggestions You gave me on managing and accepting the intensity of the situation.  When You asked me if i could handle the final three intense blows that You were planning to administer, i knew that i could, because at that point i was well trained on accepting each blow as a sensation to be appreciated and savored.  Your expertise in Domination is unparalleled in my opinion and something that i truly admire.

I cannot thank You enough Mistress Tissa for teaching me how to better accept and enjoy the pain/pleasure that You administer to me during O/our sessions, and

for being so patient with me as You train me to be a better slave to You, and

for applying those amazing “healing hands” of Yours to my most sore areas during O/our recent session, and

for helping me to come to the realization that i truly love submitting to any pain that You inflict on me during O/our sessions because i derive tremendous pleasure from experiencing that sensation, but more importantly (to me) because  of the pleasure it affords You, and

for being  such a beautiful and amazing Goddess and allowing me the privilege of worshipping You as a “devoted slave”.


slave m

slave m neglected to mention that the entire context of our session was about allowing one’s self to enter deep levels of submission through certain activities. We have been exploring sensation processing and how it relates to submission.

Also, slave m continues to be generous with his compliments. I don’t think My expertise in Domination is “unparalleled”, but I do consider Myself an expert in power dynamics/exchange and the psychology thereof.

For the record: The photo of his reddened bottom is only after I had spanked and paddled it. The other implements came after I took him off My lap.

Another Birthday gift!

Before our session, slave m presented Me with a lovely card filled with kind words and containing yet another birthday gift:mistresstissa_bday3_sm

An offering so that I can get the new bench I want for Temenos! Thank you, slave m!!!

What a wonderful birthday month I’ve had.

I don’t know if this will be My final gift this year, but, regardless, I want to thank everyone for your gifts and generosity! I am truly appreciative!!!

Today’s gifts

Today I received these two pair of sexy, pointy-toed boots from sub james:


Thank you, My sweet bootbitch!

I also received this belated birthday card from slave m with a very kind gift inside:


Delicious, crisp cash for a St. Andrew’s Cross and a bullwhip he knew I wanted! Thank you, wonderful slave m!

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.

Birthday gifts

First, I received this e-gift card to Fetish Factory in the email from slut b:


Thank you, slub b!

Then, this soft and supple, halter leatherette dress from slave m:


Thank you, slave m! (I realize it looks shitty right out of the package, but I tried it on and it’s a very different story.)

Next, this fabulous Sonos speaker for My dungeon:


Thank you, sub james! (Who I’m proud of for showing an act of genuine submission by offering something for My dungeon instead of resorting to his usual weakness for shoes and boots.)

And then a lovely card with crisp cash inside from slave john:


Thank you, slave john!

Presents (amended)

slave m sent Me another pair of these excellent faux suede boots. This time in gray:


Added – another candid of Me wearing them:


Thank you, slave m!!

And also birthday gifts from pauletta! A beautiful, luxury leopard-print robe and some sandalwood, patchouli, and frankincense incense (some of My faves):


Here’s a quick selfie of Me wearing it:


Thank you, pauletta!!


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!


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.”


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.


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.

mummy m

my most recent session with Mistress Tissa started like all others with me kneeling at Her feet and explaining why i had come to visit Her on this day.  But this time it felt a little different as i had my first opportunity to practice my recently learned “slave kneeling” position with my arms properly folded behind my back and my eyes focused on the ground.   After my initial inspection, Mistress Tissa informed me that She would not be placing a collar around my neck.  It is standard operating procedure for Her to place a collar around my neck very early in O/our sessions, reminding me that i belong to Her.  To me, it does not matter, with or without the collar i know full well that i belong to Mistress Tissa during O/our sessions from beginning to end, to do with as She pleases.  This day would be no different.  Mistress Tissa then asked me if i had ever been “mummified.”  My response was, “no.”  So, it was not hard to guess that I would soon become a “mummy,” which honestly sounded like a new experience that might be fun, and it was fun.

Ever session i have ever had with Mistress Tissa has been well planned for and executed to near perfection.  Each session is unique and it is obvious (to me) that Mistress Tissa puts a lot of thought and careful planning into O/our sessions prior to my arrival at Her Temenos.  But, for the first time that i can ever remember something went awry.  The plastic wrap that She would be using to “mummify” me would not unravel efficiently from the roll.  Mistress Tissa believed that the rolls of plastic wrap may have become moist from the extreme humidity that we have been experiencing of late*.  Not to be deterred from Her plan, Mistress Tissa immediately went to Plan B.  She took out what appeared to be six inch wide ace bandages and before you know it i was wrapped from my head to my ankles in wide ace bandages and ready for whatever Mistress Tissa had in store for me.  At that point, i could not move at all.    Next a latex hood was placed over my head.  The hood only had one hole in it and that was directly over my mouth, so that i could breathe freely and speak freely.  Actually, i always know not to speak freely unless permitted to do so by Mistress Tissa.

i had never worn a latex hood, which created a new and unique experience for me.  At that point, i could not touch anything, smell anything (except the latex), or see anything, except for a small amount of light that filtered in through the latex.  Although i could still hear well and i used that sense to listen to every sound in the room and in particular every word that Mistress Tissa said as i anticipated what would happen next.  i would soon find out.

Mistress Tissaa then worked small openings into my “mummy suit” where my two nipples and penis were located.  She now had direct access to my feet, my groin area, my nipples and my mouth.  She would soon be using (and abusing) all of those body parts for her amusement.


Four different “instruments of torture” were used as part of my NT, CBT, and FT (feet torture).  i am not sure if FT is an “official” BDSM term, but in my humble opinion i think it should be as Mistress Tissa uses it quite often during Her sessions, at least on me.


What were the instruments of torture used my Mistress Tissa on this day?  A Wartenberg wheel, a crop, a violet wand, and a wooden cane were all used at different times creating different levels of pain and discomfort.  At one point She even demanded that i stick out my tongue so that she could shock my tongue with the violet wand, which hurt like hell!  Actually, i think TT (tongue torture) should be a BDSM term too, unless it already is one.

After She was finished with the various instruments, Mistress Tissa unwrapped me and instructed me to lie on the floor, on my back, in front of her chair.  Admittedly, this is one of my favorite positions during a session.  She then stood over me looking down at me.  i was then given the privilege of looking up at a true Goddess as She stood there looking down at me.  i have written this in some of my previous entries in Mistress Tissa’s BDSMLOG, but it seems the right time now to say it again.  Mistress Tissa is absolutely stunning.  i hope Mistress Tissa approves of me writing this, but again, absolutely stunning!

What came next was somewhat surreal.  Mistress Tissa pushed my legs apart, standing between them, looking down at me.  She then gave a somewhat “wicked smile” and proceeded to kick me in the groin, twice.  Ouch!  She then asked me to pick a number between one and ten.  A really smart person would have picked one or two, i picked seven.  Mistress again kicked me in the groin and said, “count!”  It was probably too late to ask for a do-over on the number i picked so i just began counting, “one.”  Mistress Tissa delivered another kick in the groin, followed by me saying “two.”  Another kick followed, and another, until we reached seven kicks to the groin.  When She finished, She asked me a very interesting question, “why did you pick the number seven?”

My response was, “it is a lucky number, I guess.”  Although at that moment, my crotch wasn’t feeling very lucky.

Mistress Tissa, “what else is the number seven?”

My response, “not sure, i can only think of it as being a lucky number.”

Mistress Tissa, “it is a prime number, now name them.”

My first answer was “two.”  She then kicked me again in the groin.

Mistress Tissa said, “next.”

My response, “three,” another kick.

“Five,” another kick.

“Seven,” another kick.

“Eleven,” another kick

“Thirteen,” another kick.

This continued all the way up to the prime number forty-one.  If my math is correct, i endured thirteen “prime” kicks.  I did not miss a single prime number and Mistress Tissa did not miss a single kick.   i surprised myself by getting every prime number correct, under some challenging circumstances, to say the least.  Not sure when i first learned my prime numbers, probably my junior high math class.  Although i am not sure when i first learned my prime numbers, i am sure that the person who taught them to me did not test me on my accuracy by “kicking me in the nuts” when i got the wrong answers, let alone the right answers.  Actually i am not complaining as there is no one in this world who i would rather have kick me in the nuts, than Mistress Tissa.

After i passed my math test, Mistress Tissa walked forward, placed her beautiful heels on either side of me head and sat down on my chest.  She then slid forward placing Her thighs on either side of my head, locking my head in place between them.  There are no words to describe how i felt at that moment looking up at Her.  She then told me to give Her an offering.  i began stroking myself while Mistress Tissa kept me locked between Her thighs. Several times she slapped my face somewhat hard, which did not bother me in the least, because i was still under the complete control and spell of this most amazing Goddess.

Thank You Mistress Tissa for allowing me to give You an offering, but more importantly for allowing me to be Your slave.  I am a very, very lucky slave to an amazing Goddess, and i feel truly privileged to be able to serve You.  A privilege that i do not take for granted.


*The type of plastic wrap I use for mummification is compostable. I prefer using this because it’s a more ecologically responsible option. The downside is that it can sometimes be difficult to work with. slave m was very gracious with the issue I experienced in this session. I made sure to extend our time to compensate for this bump.