Should I keep going or give him some mercy?
Should I keep going or give him some mercy?
When sam asked for marks, that’s what I gave him…
“I wanted to say that i was all blown away with our session tonight. You definitly exceeded my expectations.” – sam
I hadn’t seen pauletta in a couple of years — and it was time to change that.
After agreeing that it would be fantastic for her to serve all day long, she hopped on a plane to Philly.
First, she had to prove herself worthy to serve by cleaning My floors.
I think you missed a spot, bitch…
She then graduated to serving My feet. (Which I enjoyed so much that I neglected to take any photographs.)
pauletta then had the privilege of taking Me to a lovely dinner.
Once we returned, I demanded that pauletta strip and then restrained her on the cross.
See how she thrusts her ass out for Me? Further, pauletta, further…show Me how much you ache for it…
pauletta had asked for the honor of being whipped by Me. Specifically, she had never been whipped hard and wanted to know what it was like.
After giving her a taste, it was time for one to remember…
she shuddered and clung to the cross. I smiled.
I then moved her to My bench. It was time to have her truly earn her place.
…and that she did.
A short excerpt from pauletta:
O/our session allowed me to let go of my ego! It was so much fun!!
You were so gracious, and generous, and fun last night.
… I can’t thank You enough.
Thank you, pauletta! What a lovely day I had with you!
I am Batman’s weakness. So capturing him is very easy for Me to do.
A simple touch…
…and perhaps a bat of the eyelashes and a few well-chosen words…
…is all it takes to get him to turn into putty in My hands.
But his secrets?
I had to up the ante.
Eventually, I got My way.
I always do.
sub d brought some sexy clothes to wear for Me.
After trying on some different items, he put on this tight, little dress that was so short his balls hung below the hem line. LOL!
I then tied him down.
Next, I slid up his skirt to expose…
…a lovely canvas for Me to leave My mark on.
After various implements, I asked him if he’d been whipped before.
“Do you think you can take a whip for Me?”
I opted for My mini bullwhip.
I first went lightly.
Then, a little harder.
I was impressed at how much he was able to take for his first time!
He also brought Me this lovely bottle of wine:
Later that evening, he sent Me an email:
“Thank you for your time tonight! Things were great as the last time! Loved your outfit and shoes. You are beautiful and gorgeous! Glad I met you. You really put time and effort in our sessions.”
Thank you, sub d!
slave david likes pain.
Quite a lot of pain.
He has his favorite ways of receiving pain. One is his nipples.
Because of this, I bypassed all of the “entry-level” nipple clamps, teased him briefly with the butterfly clamps in My nipple cages, where I stretched his nipples skyward, and then toyed with him via a pair of DIY clamps that have a pretty tenacious bite.
I placed them on the tip of his nipple…and pulled.
He let out a blissful sigh. “It should be illegal to feel this good.”
After fucking with his nipples for a bit, I turned to his ass.
After teasing him with a variety of sensations, I selected My purpleheart paddle.
He was tied down, so there was no asscape. ;D
This paddle is not for amateurs. It requires a very deliberate application. If not, you will bleed. (Which, of course, may be your very intention.) Despite My not hitting him with a substantial amount of force, slave david’s ass oozed some droplets of blood.
He took this exceptionally well. For one, paddles aren’t his favorite. And two, he was also tied, face down, to My table, while hooded and gagged.
Would he ask for mercy as I increased the variety and intensity of My treatment to his body? Or push through and take whatever it was I wished to give him?
I’m proud to say he accepted every spank, paddle, blow, and lash…
…and afterward, sat up, smiling.
(I joked that he must be working to become a Zen Master of pain.)
So, again, slave david upheld his commitment to be My slave for our time together and completely submit to the manner of My control.
Later that evening, he wrote to Me:
“…looking at my back, I smiled to myself. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I, and I hope we may recreate another adventure soon”
Yes, I most definitely enjoyed Myself!
Until next time!
sissy slave s scheduled an audience with Me this weekend and before the session he asked what from My wishlist I would most like. I told him what I most wanted was not on My list. I gave him an option of My top two things. I was impressed that, without hesitation, he selected the more expensive of the two. And he immediately sent this toward the gift:
Like a good slave, he provided the remainder when he saw Me.
Now, for this scene, we played in another dungeon. This was a nice change of pace and allowed for some different options.
After having some fun with him on the cross, where I could see on his face how quickly I had him slipping under My spell, I moved My sissy bitch to the table, tightly tied him down, and continued the punishment he needed.
There’s a lot I could detail here, about how I humiliated and degraded him, how I made him wimper and beg, and how I became excited when I thought he might be crying, but instead I’ll just leave you with a lovely shot of his red, swollen ass after I hit him with a few floggers, straps, a cane, and a handful of lashes from My single tail.
He made a good impression on Me…so I made a good impression on him.
Afterward he sent Me this:
“I just want to say thank you for that wonderful session and for puting me in my place yesterday mistress. Hope to session with you again soon.”
Would you believe this slut is already asking for the date he can come back?
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.
slave david’s introduction to the single tail.