samantha comes for a visit

I hadn’t seen samantha for a while.

When she asked if she could come serve, I set aside some pretty lacy panties just for her. The panties were perfect for a gurl like her: they had access points for the parts of her I planned on using.

she moaned as I slid them up her thighs.

she moaned as I pulled her girlcock through the hole in the front.

she moaned as I grazed My fingers over her cunt through the hole in the back.

After tying her down and molesting her thoroughly, I put her over My bench, shoved a ball gag in her mouth, and rode her through her muffled moans as copious amounts of drool made its way out from behind the gag. You should have seen the mess she left.

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After she was reeling from My relentless pounding, I pulled down her panties and spanked her freshly fucked ass.

Over and over.

Until it was red and tender.

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You want to know what happened next?

Too bad! That’s for Me and samantha to remember…

slave m’s service

Dear Mistress Tissa:

Let me begin by thanking You for allowing me to serve you again during O/our most recent session.  i have been serving You as Your “slave m” for over a year now and i can honestly say that every session with You have been equally exciting and rewarding.  You are an amazing person in every way possible.  When O/our sessions begin and You instruct me to kneel at Your feet in front of You and explain why i have come to serve You, i always do my best to put into words my purpose for the day.  But in reality Mistress, i am always thinking to myself that i hope i am able to do everything You ask of me on this day, and most of all i hope that i am able to please You.  My singular purpose in coming to see You is always to do whatever You ask of me.  i want so much to please You, Mistress Tissa.

i am not sure how many times i have come to serve You over the past year, but i do know that every session has been different and unique in their own way.  i have come to expect the unexpected and it is one of the things i truly enjoy, the uniqueness of O/our sessions and the surprises that You always have in store for me.  But, i must admit that i also enjoy the fact that O/our sessions always begin with the same basic procedures.  i kneel at Your feet explaining to You why i have come to serve You.  i love kneeling in front of You and pledging myself to You.  You then place a collar around my neck, reminding me that I belong to You.  Although, i really do not need that reminder, as i know that i am Yours to do with as You please as soon as i walk into Your Temenos.  Although, it is always a pleasant reminder to me that when You place the collar around my neck it signifies first, that i belong to You and second, that i am about to begin two hours of absolute bliss!  At some point in this process, You always remove your red robe and allow me the privilege of seeing what You are wearing.  i have never made a request of You as to what You might wear during a session, as i know better than to ever give input as to what You might wear.  But, it is a treat for me when You decide to wear something that i had gifted to You during one of O/our sessions.  I had gifted to You an amazing latex bra and pants, which You decided to wear during O/our session.  i am not going to try to put into words how stunning You looked in Your latex pants and bra, i can’t, and actually no one could.  As i am writing this letter to You, my first thought is maybe You will post a picture of how You looked on that day so i can see You again.  But the truth is that it doesn’t matter, as I am sure i will not forget how incredible You looked, since it is now in my memory forever!

You then handed me a spray bottle and several paper towels and told me to polish Your latex outfit.  i was to spray this on your latex pants and bra and rub it into the latex, trying to bring it to the brightest shine possible.  Did i just write those words?  Were You really going to allow me to touch You?  You did, and i am still in disbelief.  During my last session with You, i was given the incredible privilege of washing Your feet, which still amazes me to this day that You allowed me that honor.  During this session You informed me that i was going to be permitted to rub the polish on the latex outfit You were wearing.

And so i began.  I sprayed small amounts of the silicone onto Your legs and began to rub the polish into the latex pants.  Besides the obvious joy i was getting from being permitted to touch You, it was extremely important to me that i did the best job possible shining your latex  up to your very high standards. As always, i was determined as ever to please You.

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i have worked very hard over the last year during our sessions to please You by doing everything that You have asked of me.  Maybe You were allowing me this honor as a reward for my complete and total devotion to You.  Or, maybe it is just wishful thinking on my part.  It really doesn’t matter either way, as You were allowing me the incredible honor of polishing Your latex outfit, and i thought i had just entered the gates of heaven.  It was extremely important to me that i did the best job possible.  When i completed the task of shining Your latex, You inspected my work in the mirror and gave me approval for a job well done.  Inside i was glowing with a sense of pride that i had pleased You.

After toying with me for a while, which included engorging my penis and nipples with a suction pump…

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…You prepared me for what would be the culmination of O/Our session.  You were going to again “make me Your bitch.”  But, before doing so, You carefully prepared me for what was to come.  You tied me up using various ropes so that i was completely immobilized.  First my upper body was tied up with my arms at my sides.  Mistress Tissa, i have said this to You before, You are a master at the art of domination.  The creative way You tied me up with the rope is rather hard to describe, but completed in a truly professional manner.  It is obvious to me that You take great care in learning Your craft and i am thankful that when i session with You, i am at the total mercy of a true master.  You are a brilliant dominatrix with skills beyond belief!  Next You had me kneel on the floor and place my head (face down) on a padded bench as You began to tie up my legs.  You had me bend my knees and bring my feet up as close to my ass as possible.  You then tied up my legs by wrapping the rope around my thighs and calves.  At the beginning, when the rope slipped off of my leg and fell to the floor, truthfully i thought what You were doing was not going to work and You might give up and try some other method of restraining me.  But, then i remembered that you probably rarely fail at anything and soon enough the rope was successfully tied in place and i was ready for You do to whatever You wanted with me.  i was prepared to “be Your bitch.”

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Although You were out of my sight and i could not move, i guessed that You were strapping on Your dildo and preparing to dominate me in a most powerful way.  Next you placed my head in a harness so that i kept my head up and placed a large mirror directly in front of me.  By keeping my head up and looking directly into the mirror, i believe You were trying to deliver a clear message to me.  Actually the message could not have been clearer.  “slave m, You are going to watch me fuck You in your ass and You are not going to take your eyes off of me while i make You my bitch.”  Just to reiterate Your point, you had me repeat my mantra while i was getting fucked.  You required me to say things like, “i am Your bitch, “You own my fuck hole’” and more.  i repeat those phrases to You gladly and with reverence because i know they are true.  At one point of “Your ride’” You grabbed a hold of the rope handle You had created on my back and rode me like a jockey would ride a horse.  While doing so You slapped my ass several times.  Actually this created an odd sensation for me as i felt as though i was being cantered like a horse.  I can only hope that i gave You a good ride.

Mistress Tissa, it almost goes without saying that i am truly honored to be able to serve You and to be Your slave m.  During O/our sessions, i will always do whatever You ask of me and try to please You in every way possible.  I look forward with great anticipation to serving You again!

Yours,

slave m

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!

slave m: beaten, fucked, and shocked

The best way i would begin to describe my most recent session with Mistress Tissa would be to say it took place in three different phases, each one with an equal mix of pain and pleasure.  During phase one i was whipped, phase two i was fucked, and phase three i was shocked.  All three phases were equally intense.  After again stressing my devotion to Mistress Tissa on my knees, i was told to climb up onto a padded bench.  Mistress Tissa then cuffed my wrists and hooked my hands to two over head restraints that kept my arms in the air for the duration of my beating at the hands of a true Goddess.  Before beginning, Mistress Tissa told me that She would be using some of Her “new toys” on me that She had recently purchased on Her cross country road trip.  My guess was that none of Mistress Tissa’s new toys were made by Fisher Price.  Like our last session, Mistress Tissa used various instruments of torture on me, but i did not recognize most of the new devices She used, so my thinking was most of them were new.  The difference between the beatings i was given this session and during the last one was that Mistress Tissa seemed to focus on my ass and the backs of my thighs, rarely hitting my back at all.  i was administered 8 to 10 whacks with each instrument and then Mistress would move to her next “toy.”  Finally, Mistress seemed to settle on a new type of cane that had a very different feel than anything She had ever used on me.  When She hit me with it i could feel the same sting that i felt with previous canes that Mistress used on me, but it was a heavier instrument that landed with more of a thud.  i am not even sure what you would call this instrument, although Mistress Tissa described it in her blog as somewhat of a Lexan cane*. All i know is when She brought it down hard on my ass, it hurt like hell.  Mistress Tissa hit me with Her “new toy” a few times then stopped.  She started again and then stopped.  Then She started again in very rapid succession.  For some unknown reason i started counting very quietly to myself.  I thought Mistress Tissa might grow tired when she gave me a 50 lashes with the cane, then 100, or even 150.  It was all probably wishful thinking as i am fully aware that Mistress Tissa is extremely athletic and could probably whip me for hours without growing tired, if She desired.  Finally She decided i had enough and She stopped whipping me.  i stopped my count at 186.    What came next was the pleasure part of phase one when Mistress Tissa began softly rubbing Her healing hands across my burning skin.  i have written about what this feels like in recent writings, so this time i will be brief in my description and only use one word, fantastic!

It was now time for me to get fucked by the amazing Mistress Tissa!  i was told to bend over and place my head on the bondage table that was pulled up next to the padded bench, where i was still kneeling.  Mistress Tissa then prepared me for what was to come.  Mistress Tissa placed a new type of gag over my mouth that i believe is called a spider gag.  i looked up the name of it on Wikipedia, under gags (BDSM).  You can find almost anything on Wikipedia, including spider gags.   The spider gag kept my mouth open the entire time.  Mistress Tissa also tied my wrists together and tied them to the bondage table.  i was not going anywhere, not that i wanted to.  It was time to give myself completely to Mistress Tissa, not that i had any choice in the matter.  Mistress Tissa then lubricated my ass and …prepar[ed] me for what was coming next.  First a butt plug,  which accidently fell out (Mistress Tissa was not happy), then dildo number one, a larger dildo number two, and the largest dildo of the day number three was pushed into me from behind.  The dildos were all being worn by the intoxicating Mistress Tissa.  After each time Mistress Tissa fucked me from behind She informed me that, “you are not done yet.”  Number three was a challenge for me.  i was not convinced that i could take it all the way in, but Mistress Tissa was convinced that i was going to take it and She always has the final word.  Actually during all of O/our sessions She has the only word that counts.  As Mistress Tissa pounded into me from behind, Her thighs banging against mine, She reminded me of some of the statements that i am required to say as Mistress Tissa fucks me.  The statements this day were (in no particular order):  “i am your bitch.” “i am your slut,” “i am your whore, Mistress,”  “my fuck hole belongs to you Mistress,” “please fuck me Mistress,” “more, please more Mistress.”  These were just some of the statements that i was required to make to demonstrate my devotion to Mistress Tissa as She continued to demonstrate Her complete power over me.  i did not mind making any of the previous statements, but the only problem i experienced throughout was trying to make those statements with the spider gag making it almost impossible to speak.  Mistress Tissa showed no sympathy, continuing to force me to speak through the gag and then laughing as i mumbled my various statements of devotion to Her.  Something i also learned about the gag was that it caused me to drool constantly from my mouth, as I could not control the saliva from flowing onto the bondage table, and there was no pad under me.  i made the decision to cover my mouth with my bound hand to stop my drooling in place of telling Mistress of my predicament.  i am not sure that was a good idea but I decided at that moment to not take the chance of disappointing Mistress Tissa.  Finally, Mistress Tissa pushed into me for the last time and withdrew dildo number three from my ass.  She then informed me that it was the largest one i had ever taken.  i was not surprised by that comment.  Mistress Tissa often tells me that She has to train my ass to take something bigger.  This was definitely a “big” training day for me.

For phrase three i was instructed to sit on Her bondage chair and to spread my legs.  Mistress Tissa secured both my legs and arms to the chair, making me fully exposed for Her pleasure.  i was then blindfolded.  i could not see a thing, which i am sure was Mistress Tissa’s plan.  Mistress Tissa then applied what felt like a gel to my balls, and the electric shocks to my balls began.

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I guess the voltage was being adjusted as sometimes the shocks were clearly more painful than others.  i assume that Mistress Tissa was using the TENS device on me that She has used in the past.  The only time i used my safe word during a session was when Mistress Tissa shocked my penis and balls with the TENS device.  This time i made it through without using my safe word as either i was very lucky or more likely Mistress Tissa decided to take go easy on me.

i was then instructed to lie on the floor on my back next to the bondage table.  Mistress Tissa climbed up on the table and placed Her boots on my chest.  i love being below Her!  At times She pushed her boots down onto my cock and balls and at other times She dug Her spiked heels into my very sore nipples.

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But, it was all good because before She did any of this She removed my blindfold and i was now being permitted to look up at the stunning Mistress Tissa.  i was sore, but content.  i would have been content staying in that position for hours under the spell of Mistress Tissa, but that was not meant to be, as O/our session would soon be coming to a close.  But, before finishing my writings, i will share that while i was on the floor looking up at Mistress Tissa, She again allowed me to kiss her boots several times and to suck on her spiked heel.

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Mistress Tissa again reminded me that i was a lucky slave.  Very, very true!  Thank you Mistress Tissa, from someone who is completely devoted to serving You.

* It is indeed a fiberglass cane encased in a padded sleeve. I have decided to name it “Punisher”.

Inside the mind of slave m

It had been almost three weeks since my last session with Mistress Tissa when i sent the email that read’ “are You possibly available on (date/time) for me to serve You?” Then i began my wait, hoping that Mistress Tissa would allow me to serve Her on the date and time that i requested. Actually, although i consider myself to be a fairly patient person, i simply could not wait this time for Mistress Tissa’s response, checking my email constantly to see if She has replied. The only thing that could possibly make the wait any worse would be if Mistress Tissa told me that She was unavailable on the date that i requested. But, in this case the response was positive and i immediately begin looking forward to my next session with a true Goddess in Mistress Tissa.

Three weeks is a very long time for me between sessions with Mistress Tissa, actually waiting the three weeks to serve Mistress Tissa absolutely “sucked.” After each session i have with Mistress Tissa, i assess over and over again in my head how well the session went. In reality, all of the sessions are amazing for me, but i sometimes wonder if Mistress is completely pleased with how well i serve Her during a session, as that is my one and only goal.

From the moment i get into my car to drive away from a session with Mistress Tissa, i relive that session over and over again in my head. It is almost impossible for me to get Mistress Tissa out of my mind, not that i would ever want to. Her incredible beauty, Her amazing power over me and those deep dark eyes that seem to be able to see right into your soul often possess my most inner thoughts after a session. The only thing that helps me to get my mind off of my last session is when i have scheduled another. Then my focus switches from what happened in O/our last session to what may or may not take place during our next session. i cannot help but wonder.

  1. What will Mistress wear during our next session? Will She wear something that i had gifted to Her? Will She allow me the privilege of looking at Her during a session?
  2. Will i be permitted to touch Her in any way? And, if so, where?
  3. How intense will our session be? Will She whip me as forcefully as She has in the past and if so, will i be able to take the pain She administers or will i have to use my safe word?
  4. Will Mistress touch me in a soothing and comforting way, making ever nerve ending in my body come alive?
  5. Will Mistress continue the “training of my ass” by forcing me to take on larger butt plugs than i have in the past? And if so, will i be able to “take it” when She decides to stretch me wider and wider?
  6. Will Mistress beat me into almost total submission like She has in the past, and if so, will i have the strength to take all of the punishment She delivers?
  7. Will She “fuck my ass” and if so what position will i be in when She makes me “Her slut.”
  8. Will Mistress force me to do something during the session that i have never done with Her or any other dominatrix?
  9. Will i follow every directive Mistress Tissa gives me without giving it a moment’s thought?
  10. Finally, will i be able to please Mistress Tissa in every way possible, during O/our session? Will She say those words that i so much want to hear, “slave m, you have pleased Me today!”

i keep thinking of all of these items and more as my session with Mistress Tissa draws near. Each day that passes, after i have scheduled my session with Mistress Tissa, it becomes harder to focus on my task at hand. Then the day comes and i spend the entire day preparing myself mentally for O/our session.

i arrive to O/our session precisely on time (almost to the second). Mistress lets me in and i immediately take in Her incredible beauty. Soon She directs me to Her Temenos, i kneel in front of Her to explain why i have come to serve Her and our session begins. Mistress removes Her high heels and opens a box containing a pair of high red boots that i had gifted to Her. She then allows me to place them on Her feet and lace up Her boots for her. i feel truly honored that i have now been given the privilege of doing something as amazing as putting Mistress Tissa’s boots on Her and then lacing them up. The experience was incredible, to say the least!

Mistress Tissa then directed me to stand in the corner of the room facing the wall. For the next period of time Mistress alternated between administering intense pain and equally intense pleasure. The pain included repeatedly slapping my ass with Her strong hands, while at times using a paddle to intensify the beating. i am sure my ass was turning redder with each slap. Just as the pain would peek, She would move to the pleasure aspect by softly rubbing my ass, thighs and stomach with the now soft and gentle hands that She also possesses. Mistress also pinned me to the wall and rubbed Her legs up and down my thighs and mid-section. She had never done this before and to have her amazing legs rub against me was in a word, unbelievable!!!

But, what i remember the most about this part of O/our session was at one point Mistress stopped and looked down at the floor noticing that i had “drooled” on the concrete floor from my penis. Her directive was clear, get down and “lick it up.” Sometimes i amaze myself with how quickly i follow any order given by Mistress Tissa, without even thinking of what it encompasses. i immediately got on my hands and knees and licked the floor completely clean around the area where I had drooled. Had Mistress said lick the entire floor i probably would have also done that too, without hesitation. The control Mistress Tissa has over me is beyond what i had ever imagined possible.

Next i found myself on my back on Her table with the spreader bar attached to my ankles and my legs elevated in preparation for “my training.” Mistress used three different size butt plugs to “stretch my ass for Her use.” Periodically She does this during O/our sessions, training my ass to take larger and larger dildos. I am Her slut (as She reminds me often) so it is important that i am properly trained for Her to “fuck” when She is in the mood. i would describe the three butt plugs She inserted into me as “large,” “extra-large,” and “somewhat bigger that extra-large.” But, the good news (actually the great news) is that i was able to take them all!

Finally it was time to climb up on Her bondage horse and to get ready to get fucked. For the first time that i was in this position on Her bondage horse, Mistress Tissa placed my head in some type of harness that She then attached to the ceiling. Therefore keeping my head elevated and looking directly into a mirror, while She fucked me. And fuck me She did! Slow at first and then pounding into me over and over again. Mistress reminded me of my pledge to her while she was “fucking” me, and i stated “i am Your slut,” and it is “Your fuck-hole Mistress.” After again serving as Her slut, Mistress was done with me and allowed me to kneel at Her feet for a few minutes before i would be told that O/our session was over. “Kiss each boot one time,” was her final directive. Naturally, i did so without hesitation. Unfortunately, O/our session had to end and i would soon be driving away reliving what had just happened and trying to plan for my next opportunity to serve a most amazing Goddess. i cannot wait, Mistress Tissa!!!

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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’s training continues

Periodically during our sessions, Mistress Tissa reminds me that She is training me to take larger and larger instruments inserted into my ass. O/our most recent session was another day in training. Early on in O/our session, Mistress Tissa made Herself comfortable on Her sofa and then instructed me to lie face down across Her lap. She then proceeded to push anal beads into my ass one at a time mixing both pain and pleasure with each bead She inserted. I will do anything Mistress Tissa asks of me during a session, so allowing Her full access to my ass for training is something i will always do…

…The training did not end there. i was instructed by Mistress Tissa to climb up onto the table and to stay on my hands and knees in preparation for again becoming a “slut” for Her to use.

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Mistress then knelt behind me with Her strap on and rode me for five minutes reminding me several times that i am Her slut and i belong to Her…