Facesitting/Smothering

I know how much you’d love for me to use your face as my seat.. To be smothered by my beautiful pussy and ass… To feel the erotic anticipation of my weight descending onto you….

But know this: you are in no position to ask for this privilege. I’m your Dominant, not your servant.

I don’t care what kind of tribute you offer me. I don’t provide it because you demand it with bribes.

This honor is not to be bought, it is to be earned.

And I will decide if you’ve earned it.

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.

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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