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Crappy week!

Work has been shit! Well I still love it; there just isn’t any of it. It’s been so quiet the last few weeks. Of course the lack of cash flow is annoying and stressful. But the worst part is just pure frustration. It seems that I really need to do sessions. I’m all pent up and need an outlet. My friend keeps joking that I’m always a bitch when I haven’t done a session. I hate to admit how right he is.
And maybe the clients see it too. Do I have the whiff of desperation?

All I can do is keep plugging on. Meet the few clients who do come in and hope for better times. I know there are ups and downs with this job; I just haven’t had this much of a down since I started.

So forgive me for the lack of interesting posts. With the clients has gone my inspiration. I’m just flat and bored and stressed that I can’t pay the bills.
Anyway, that’s enough of a whinge today. Hopefully the next post will be a little more exciting.

Just checking in.

I just wanted to pop in and say hi. I don’t really have any thoughts for an interesting post, just wanted to let you all know that I’m still here. I’ll try and think of something interesting to blog about and get back to you soon. In the mean time maybe you have some questions for me? Feel free to ask anything you like.

Task: Male submissive blogs.

Mistress has a task for you. I'd like you to point me in the direction of some male submissive blogs. I have many favourite blogs written by female submissives, but I would like to study the male sub's mind further.

So, go on, make it snappy! Don't make me get the whip out.

Auntie M

It was a spanking session with an age play fantasy. I suspect a lot of spanking fetishes are derived from people’s childhood experiences. The role play went something like this: I was an auntie, and he had been sent home to me as he'd wet his pants at school. I reprimanded him, and explain there would be punishment. Firstly I had him lay across my lap for a spanking. I started slow and built up intensity, at the same time telling him what a naughty boy he was. He mentioned at this point another auntie who had punished him before and that this woman had spanked him a lot harder. By introducing this character the client was able to swing the role play in his desired direction. He used this throughout to suggest certain angles I could take in my role. Things like: "Auntie says that spanking is good for me."
"Auntie thinks that I just get in trouble so I can get spanked."
"Auntie says I'm very cooperative."

I continued to spank him, promising it would be hard when I deemed appropriate. I then made him get up and prepare for the next phase of punishment; toilet training. He was told that from now on he'd have to wear a nappy to school until he had controlled his bladder problem. I ordered him to lay on the bed as I began putting the nappy on him. "Auntie uses lots of powder", he said. I applied powder to his ass and balls; his cock was rock hard. Once I'd fastened the nappy I made him stand and look at himself in the mirror. This was his visual reminder of what a bad boy he had been.

I spanked him a little with the nappy on, and explained the toilet training to him. He was then told to try out the new nappy. He stood there for some time before he was able to go. He was quite excited and relieved at the same time to be able to let go. Once he was cleaned up it was time for the last round of spanking. I really laid into him this time, getting harder and harder. He really responded well, adding more of the role play dialogue that got him in the right head space. He rubbed his hips on my lap as he became more aroused from the scene. Once I was satisfied I made him look at his red bottom in the mirror. He then lay face down on the bed and after some prompting I fingered his ass a little. This sent him right off, as he rubbed himself to climax.

I guess what I wondered was who is this Auntie he spoke of? Was she real or fictional? Did he really wet his pants as a boy? Did he get spanked by his mother and he replaced her with and auntie in his fantasy to make him feel more comfortable? These are the kind of questions I ask myself. They are the things that really interest me about these role play clients, especially the age play sessions.

More Ball Kicking

I met the client in the waiting room. He had emailed me earlier explaining what he was into with hopes for mutual interests. He noted things like ball kicking, nipple torture, punching and general rough body play. I sat down and we began talking. He was a nice gentleman and we seemed to have an immediate rapport. All of a sudden we hear an almighty scream. A man was yelling fearfully at the top of his lungs. The client and I look at each other a gasp. We tried to ignore it and kept talking, but the screams continued as well as thumping on the floor. I imagined some poor slave being dragged along the floor by his balls. At this point I had to say something. I explained to him that there was obviously a session going on upstairs and then added that it was a ball kicking session. We both had a little laugh at the fact that one of this guy’s major turn-ons was ball kicking. But the look on his face was absolute horror. He told me it was the worst he’s ever heard in the house before, and it was for me too. This guy obviously wasn’t as hardcore as he thought he was.



I began light, gauging my swing and his reaction. I had to get used to kicking him while he stood. Most of the ball kicking I’ve done has been while the slave was lying down. The kicking became more intense, interspersed with squashing his cock and balls with my foot. The slave was a real masochist. Each time the blow was extreme he would whimper and become weak at the knees. It really turned me on. That’s when you know you are a sadist, when you get a tingle between your legs from watching someone in pain. I placed clothes pegs all over his balls (a personal favourite), and stood back to view the scene. I’d wanted to step up the pain level so I grabbed a crop and began to swat at the pegs. Now when you do this to a nipple the peg tends to fly off with of course some pain, but comes of quite easily. The pegs on the scrotum were a bit more vicious. The skin is a lot thinner and becomes paper thin once it’s been in the peg for a while. This meant that I had to hit the peg harder and sometimes more than once to get it to come off. He loved it, and so did I. The interesting part came when I walked over and gave him another knee in the balls. When I drew my knee back there was blood on my stockings. I had a momentary freak out but didn’t want to panic the client so tried to clean it up as fast as I could. I’d torn his scrotum with the pegs in two separate places. Oh my!

We continued the session and once we were done we had a little chat about how it went. He mentioned that what I’d done was light. I was a little taken aback as it was the hardest I’d administered CBT. We agreed though that it does take some time to get to know someone’s limits. Also I’m still learning. It was a really great session. I learned a lot and he was a client that I’d definitely like to see again. Let’s hope he liked me.

Fantasy Fetish

We had a very interesting gentleman come in the other day. His session is an elaborate roleplay which he likes to video and watch later.

Part of his fetish I believe is the writing of the script. He goes into a lot of detail in his initial email, describing how the scenario will unfold. He describes particular lingerie the players are to wear, how they should wear their hair, their behaviour and even what they are to say. The roleplay takes place over 3 rooms and is videotaped in its entirety. There is so much detail I think he gets off partly on writing it. This act allows him to live it out even before he takes part in it.

One interesting part is that he doesn’t actually do anything, it’s all play acting. We had to pretend to slap him, pretend to wrestle, pretend to ass rape him etc.

Then he gets to take that tape home and watch it as much as he wants. Custom porn, but without all the good bits.

So not only does he live it through writing, and live it as it’s played out, but he also gets to watch it over and over. He gets 3 times the thrill.

Perhaps he has a fantasy fetish; a fetish for the role play as opposed to the actual acts. It’s like when you are a kid and you enjoy making up elaborate stories, and in a sense living in a fantasy land.

Hmmm, I might have to research if there such a fetish.

Ciao for nao.

The Razor

There’s nothing like scaring a client. Fear is one of the greatest forms of control.


It was a medical session. At the clients request I began by shaving his genitals. I was about half way through when he asked, “Do you get many requests for this?”

I paused and then replied, “Well actually, it’s my first time.”

He froze. “Way to make a guy feel confident”. I chuckled wickedly, happy I had his cock in my hand as I took a razor to it.

“That’s why I didn’t tell you before”, I smiled. He laughed nervously.

I tried to reassure him a little by reminding him how much women have to shave in their lives.

And just as he started to relax I thought I’d toy with him again.

“Don’t worry. If I cut you it will only be a nick, it’s not like I can cut your dick off with this thing.”


Oh how delicious fear is. Note to self: incorporate more fear into sessions.

Another Poll

Hey All,

Just thought I'd throw another poll your way. I'd love to get a rough idea of who's reading the blog. So, just a straight gender question, although I did add an 'other' option for those who may be in between, or on the way to one or other.

Thanks

xx

Poll

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Have you seen a pro domme, paid for a session with a Mistress? Just curious on the reader demographic.

Thanks

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The Wrestler

I did my first erotic wrestling session yesterday, and it was very interesting. The client had come to see another Mistress who couldn’t make the session. So I met him, and he briefly explained that he wanted a playful, erotic wrestle. After asking him how he wanted the session to finish (handjob etc) he just said, “It’ll just happen”. I had images of the guy’s cock randomly exploding mid-wrestle. The actual event was a little more bizarre.

After donning a ridiculous but requested Lycra wrestling outfit I entered the room to find the client ‘limbering up’. I suppressed a snicker as he did his stretches. He then asked me to remove my stockings. Shock horror! I was due for a wax and thought I could cover it up with opaque tights. Damn it!

I asked the client to lead the way as I hadn’t done this type of session and I didn’t know how to begin. So we got down on the wrestling mat and he began to show me a few classic wrestling moves, of course with an erotic edge. For example he got me to use my legs in a scissor hold around his neck, with the end result: his head in my crotch. Or when I would pin him while he was on his back I would use my knees to hold down his shoulders, and again my crotch would be in his face. And that’s how the session went. He showed me a few holds, I would work my way out of them and then pin him for a while. It was a lot more fun than I had expected.

At one point the client said to me, “You don’t shave your legs?”

“No, I wax actually. I’m just due for a visit.”

“Oh, I really like them this way”, he said as he stroked them.

Fucking hell! Not in a million years would I have thought I’d get a client that actually enjoyed me being ungroomed. I couldn’t believe it. He made my day.

Throughout the session he kept his t-shirt on. He had a little pair of shorts and undies which encased his constant erection. Towards the end of the session he got me to do the scissor lock on his head whilst he squirmed around. He pretended to try and get out of the hold by twisting from his back to his stomach, which in effect allowed him to rub his cock on the mat. I then realised this was the way he was going to get off. And that’s what he did. With his direction I increased the pressure on his head and neck and locked his arm tightly behind his back. I was in fact giving him a form of breath play when my thigh flesh began to cover his mouth. Within a few minutes he climaxed, which he signalled by ‘tapping out’.


I think sometimes the specific fetish sessions can be the most interesting. The clients have a very clear idea of what gets them off and if you can tap into that then you can give them a really good session.

Bitches!

I’ve been working at the House now for about 7 months. Initially when I started my friend warned me that there was often bitchiness amongst the women. This didn’t surprise me considering our workplace consisted of strong, dominant women. There is cattiness amongst females at the best of times in any work environment. Put a bunch of strong-willed, determined and often sadistic women into a small space you are bound to get fireworks.

At the start I kept to myself. I was ignored by most of the women, partly because I was new, and partly because some of the women didn’t like my friend, the one who got me the job. I was immediately judged on my association with my friend, and one woman even went out of her way to ignore me because of this.

I was also shy, and looking back could have made more effort to get to know people and prove myself as someone they could trust.

I kept to myself. I never spoke badly about anyone. I only ever confessed my dislike of others to my friend. We had a trust in each other, but really in no one else. I tried to fly under the radar as much as possible, and at the same time be as friendly as possible to everyone. I tried my hardest not to take sides with anyone or any group.

Up until now things have been going pretty well. Then the other day I had small disagreement with one of the receptionists. I felt it was nothing major, something that could easily be rectified amongst adults. Now for whatever reason, my behaviour was referred to the Head Mistress. She contacted me and had a number of issues to discuss, including complaints from other women I worked with. Just when I think everything is fine and that I’m on everyone’s good side, I find out there are women bitching and complaining about me and the way I work. The matter at hand got resolved but what really disturbed me was some of the things people were saying behind my back.

Obviously I had let my guard down too far and some of the women, my colleagues, had taken their opportunity to strike. I would have to be more vigilant, guarded; trust no one.

When you spend all day with a group of people you tend to grow friendly, like any workplace really. What can be forgotten is that we are each other’s competition. The friendships are just an illusion, a facade in place to pass the time between clients. Some people obviously don’t forget that. They will stab you in the back, and the front, and anywhere they can get their claws into you.

Most men are fickle when it comes to Mistresses. They forgo experience for youth, and their sessions can only suffer for it. So the older and more experienced Mistresses get passed over for their younger counterparts. This only serves to make them jealous and bitter. Through no fault of mine I am being attacked merely for my youth, and for the fickleness of men.

I’ve learned my lesson now. No one is truly my friend here. It’s all business and I must remember that.

Milestone

I’ve come to a decision about my dilemma. I’ve decide to keep doing sub, but I won’t be doing full service (sex) or heavy discipline. Master and I talked about it and we both felt a lot more comfortable with these boundaries.

I’ve been off for a week, so no interesting sessions of late.


One funny thing happened in a session a couple of weeks ago. I guess you could call it a milestone of sorts. The client is a fellow who enjoys body fluids and odours. He loves spit, piss, snot, ear wax, smelly armpits and socks. At the beginning of the session he asked me to fart in his face. I told him that I would think about it. Of course inside I was thinking “No way!” How could I think of doing such a thing, I was embarrassed just thinking about it. I haven’t done brown showers yet at work; mostly because I’m too shy to do a shit in front of anyone.

So I continue the session and all of a sudden I need to fart. So I’m trying to figure out if I have the guts to fart in front of this guy. After a couple of seconds thought I just grabbed him by the hair and pushed his face in my ass. I let rip the loudest fart in history, right in this guys face. I think I probably went red as I stalked away from him, away from the scene of the crime. The amazing thing is he followed me. He scampered behind me, sniffing, pushing his face into my ass. Seriously! He sucked up the odour of my fart like it was the sweetest perfume.

I of course had to tell the other Mistresses I had done my first fart on a client. They laughed and congratulated me on my milestone. Not quite ready for a brown shower yet. Maybe one day.

Yearn to please.

He lay on the ground with my boot on his chest. I looked down with a smirk as I brandished the cane. There is something deeply satisfying about being on top, looking down, being in control. I think though my flaw as a Mistress comes from being a sub. I want to please too much to really be in control. Sometimes I let go enough to be selfish, but then all too soon I snap back to reality and yearn to please.

Trampling

I had an encounter with a true slave today. It’s a very rare occurrence. Many men come through our establishment talking about how they want to be slaves, how submissive they are. What they are is bottoms, and to quote another mistress I work with, “We are service tops”. Most clients want this and want that, and that is fine as they are paying for it. But a true slave, although having some desires, finds most joy just following mistress’s orders.

So the slave comes in and requests a trampling session with me. I have done a little of it, but I wasn’t fully prepared for the level of trampling this slave was accustomed to. Over the course of an hour I became educated on how to walk all over this man, and I mean all over. I know enough safety-wise to know what one shouldn’t do to the body. If the slave is lying on their stomach, you can stand on their sacrum and over pretty much all the body, but you must avoid the kidneys. If the slave is on their back, it’s best to avoid the belly and internal organs. Now having said that, all the rules went out the window. I was of course apprehensive, but with some coaxing I managed to gain more confidence and walk all over the slave. I could stand on his stomach with both feet, and he would then pump his stomach so I would rise up and down. I even got confident enough to jump on his stomach, although fairly lightly compared to what he wanted. Another thing that spun me out was standing on this guy’s head. Now all of this was done in bare feet, as that was his preference. Once confident I stood with both feet on his skull, with his head turned to the side. I also used one foot on his neck to cut off his air way.

Even writing this is freaking me out. It really took a lot to be able to do these things I knew could be very dangerous. The interesting part was he was teaching me his limits. During the session I got him to tell me how he got interested in trampling, and so he told me his story.

When he was younger he always loved women’s feet. He finally got up the courage to approach a woman and ask her to walk all over him. Now of course the woman freaked out and called the police, saying he had exposed himself. He was arrested and interrogated without a lawyer for 4 hours. He was young and “stupid” and thought if he confessed it would be better for him. After many years he finally discovered the BDSM scene and found professional mistresses who would walk over him with pleasure. He then found a regular mistress who was extremely sadistic. I would call myself sadistic, but I would never want to really hurt someone. I don’t believe anyone is that worthless that you can treat them however you want. His mistress thought differently. He regaled me with stories of his mistress jumping on him from heights, kicking him in the head to the point of passing out, and on one occasion even breaking his ribs.

Now you see why my gentle jumping was nothing for this guy. But he respected my hesitation and my boundaries. It’s not only the slave that has to trust the mistress but the mistress needs to trust herself. He was quite respectful and I really enjoyed the session, almost looking forward to him coming back.

Oh I almost forgot. The other interesting thing was he told me about his fetish is that he doesn’t enjoy regular sex. He said he’s tried intercourse a few times but has never really enjoyed it. And yet he explained when I was standing on his head he was having an internal orgasm. Quite an amazing, real-life, foot fetish slave.

Dilemma

I’ve been questioning my work choices of late. I’m really enjoying my Mistress sessions, and I’m getting more of those than ever. What I’m not so sure about is doing the submissive sessions. I’m finding I’m not enjoying them as much as I used to, and I almost hope that no one rings and books sessions with my submissive persona. Some of the sessions are ok; it’s just that I don’t know if I want to do them anymore. Of course the money is good, very good. But I never want to be a slave to the money. I feel like the submissive side is who I am at home, and I kind of don’t want to share that at work. I’m not the same at work as I am at home, as in I don’t give myself as much as I do to Master. It’s more like I play a role for the client, and yet I do have to give something of myself. But what bothers me is that it feels like I am sharing Master’s slave with other men, they are getting the privilege that they don’t deserve. They just pay for it. I liked playing the part before, but now I want to save it for my Master.

Then I think about all the other people I work with, most of them do both sub and dom. I think for most of them it supplements their income, and also there is a certain respect gained from doing both. But on the other side none of the other women are submissive to their partners in their personal life. They can come to work and be who they want and it’s not them. Whereas I feel like I’m sharing too much of me. Even though I know it’s my decision, I still get worried how it will look to the rest of the girls and how they will react. Also the owners won’t be happy since I won’t be bringing them as much money.

As you can tell I’m very confused and still have a lot to think about. I’ll keep you posted.

I'm back!

Well I’ve been very neglectful of this blog for a while now, and I hope to rectify that in the coming months. My other blog has been going well, and I’ve found it hard to keep up with two. So although Used and Abused will still remain my primary blog, I would hopefully like to make weekly updates here.

I’ve been keeping note of all clients for the last month or so, mostly as a business trick to remember what clients like and what I’ve charged them in the past. It will also serve me well to remember interesting stories to relay here.

So as an apology gesture, I bring you the story of “Black tongue”.

Yesterday could rightly be called ‘foot and piss day’. Most days at work you have a variation of different clients and types of session. Some days on the other hand tend to have a theme; anal, discipline, adult baby etc. So yesterday it seemed like all the clients wanted foot worship and golden showers.

Now my client fit the theme perfectly, all he wanted to do was to lick the soles of my shoes and maybe get pissed on at some point. He requested to be outside in the piss trough, so once he was naked I attached a collar and leash and led him outside. I made him kneel down in the trough (a coffin-sized hole in the ground, lined with wood, especially for the purpose of piss play). I sat myself on a chair next to the trough and extended my black leather stiletto boot towards his face. As I looked down I noticed he was already hard, and his cock twitched to attention as he began licking the sole of my boot. For the next 20 minutes the slave licked the soles of my boots clean, and when I was satisfied I would get up, walk around in the dirt, sit down and he would start again. He had particularly requested a black tongue and he was going to get it. As he licked I called him ‘filth’ and ‘scum’ and other such humiliating terms. This only served to make his cock harder (he stayed hard the entire time). I spat on him and told him how he was only useful for licking boots. For the last round of boot licking I stood down in the piss trough and made sure to wipe my shoes in all the stinky old piss residue, walked around the garden some more, and then made him clean them with his tongue one more time. Finally I ordered him to lie down in the trough as I pissed all over his face and body, and let him finish himself off to climax.

It’s funny how stupid slaves get when they are worked up into a frenzy. I had to repeat my order for him to kneel on the towel about ten times, as each time he would do something wrong. He did finally get it right as I shouted “If any of your cum goes anywhere but that towel, you will lick it up”. That seemed to work, and was quite fun to say. I do get quite dommy for a little sub girl.

General Update

It’s been a little while since the last post, and I’ve had a busy couple of weeks which is great. I had quite a few clients last week including a 2.5 hour session of latex and anal. The client has been coming to The House for years but it was the first time he had seen me and I was a little nervous. I find that I get a bit intimidated by experienced clients who usually see more experienced Mistresses. I explained the things I wasn’t fully confident with and he was happy to help me with aspects like the restrictive bondage positions. It’s nice when a client is open to teaching apprentices. We had a really good repour straight away and talked at length about possible sessions for that day and the future.

He was really into being covered head to toe with latex; catsuit, gloves and mask. The other thing he was really into was anal. The amount this guy got up his ass was pretty impressive, as was the amount of anal orgasms he had. It was a really enjoyable session and a good learning experience, but a big job to clean up (fucking talcum powder and lube everywhere).


I mentioned a client in my last post that asked me about a ‘Sugar Daddy’ arrangement; well he contacted me a few days ago. Actually he contacted me twice, must be keen. He asked in his email if I was still interested and it took me a few days to reply. Developments in my private life, namely being collared by Mark, have made me reconsider if I want to go ahead with an arrangement. I replied to his email asking him to outline ideas he had in mind and I will wait to see what he offers before making my mind up. I would love the money, and he seems like an nice enough guy to hang out with, but I don’t want him encroaching on my time to the point I can’t be a good submissive to my Master. The guy lives in another city so he wouldn’t require me all the time, but it’s possible that he might want me to be available for him whenever he is in town. So again I wait for his response and will see what happens.


I recently told my mother about my new career and she was pretty supportive. I’d built up a lot of anxiety before the conversation but things actually went quite smoothly. It’s such a relief not to have to lie, even though I won’t be telling the entirety of the truth which I think she would prefer.

Enjoying my interesting job.

Work was quiet last week, but has luckily picked up in the last few days. I’ve had a few really good, enjoyable sessions.

I had a back flogging session which really let my sadist out. I warmed the guy’s back up first with a light flogger. Then I moved to a harder one, which by the end I was using with all my strength. The client requested I use a single tail, and I had to explain I didn’t have much experience with this type of whip. He didn’t mind and allowed me to practice on him. The single tail is hard to control because you only want the thong at the end to hit them and not the rest of the whip itself. There is a certain flick of the wrist, and it helps to have a shorter whip for more control. I think I did ok; I definitely got more accurate as I continued. It’s nice to have clients who are willing to allow me to practice my craft on them. He seemed to enjoy the session very much. When we were done I was puffed from all the whipping, and the client...well his back was bleeding with welts. That was quite an amazing experience for me. It allowed me to enjoy my sadism on someone who could really take it, and enjoyed it.

I’m really becoming more confident in my sessions, which I think is resulting in a more satisfying time for me and for clients. I’m walking out of session buzzing and happy.

I had a good sub session the other day. It’s nice to be able to enjoy my work, and not feel obliged to enjoy it. I don’t like to fake orgasm, and I don’t usually need to and I think that the clients probably appreciate this. I think the way my mind works allows me to sometimes go off into my own little world and it feels like I’m not at work. My wrists were bound to the suspension point above my head. My legs were forced apart by a spreader bar. Ropes were tightly bound around my chest and between my legs. I looked at myself in the mirror and I wasn’t at work. I was in the horny place in my mind, watching myself being used, and it was great. I like when I can do that, it makes work all the more enjoyable.

Then I had an interesting client last night. It was a sub session but mostly role-play. He was a sexual therapist and I was the conservative patient with bottled-up sexual desires. It sounds corny but it was actually really great. We built up a tension in the room and we just worked really well together. I find that I role-play most believably when I base my character on real life or real events. Of course you don’t want to give away everything about yourself at work, but some detail does help for a realistic role-play. The interesting part came at the end of the session when the client offered the possibility of a sugar-daddy arrangement. Of course clients offer things all the time and most of them never happen. This guy seemed genuine and we chatter briefly about what sort of arrangement he wanted. Anyway we’ll see what eventuates, I told him to email me his offer.

My job is certainly interesting.

The Frenchman

He was cute and French and he wanted to meet me. He told me about seeing Mistresses in France and I came to realise he was quite an experienced submissive. This intimidated me straight away. I felt I wouldn’t be able to give him a good session considering I’m still very new. I asked him if he was into bondage and he said that he was, and that he had seen a Mistress in Japan at a bondage house; great another thing I was intimidated about. We spoke a little more and he mentioned how strange it was being asked such questions. He explained that in France the Mistress decides what goes on in session, not the submissive. So in a way it was an exciting proposition to have this sub at my disposal, open to anything I wanted to do. And at the same time it was scary as hell.

He finally picked me and wanted a 2 hour session. I was running around like a chook wondering what to do in the session, and trying to get into the right headspace.

I began with discipline; spanking, paddles, straps and floggers. Another Mistress came in and gave him a caning as I haven’t felt ready to give them myself yet. We made him count the ten cane strokes in French, which was just delicious.

After the discipline I began his slut training. This was a term he used and I tried to interpret as best I could. I began by putting lipstick on him which before long was all over my strap-on cock. I made him suck me off and I really enjoyed grabbing the back of his head and forcing the cock down his throat. I made him gag all over my cock, it was fabulous.

Every sub has a magic button that just sends them into sub land, his was nipples. I pulled and twisted his nipples and he just melted.

After placing a large butt plug in his ass I continued to torture him with varies implements, pinwheel, riding crop to the cock and balls and nipple clamps. The pinwheel worked exceptionally well when he was blindfolded, something I noted for the future.

I fucked his ass with my strap-on cock and he really got into it, as did I. There were mirrors all around and it was great to watch myself completely pound this hot French guy. I’m not personally that into fucking guys like this, but when I do get into it I really enjoy it. Because he was attractive I felt comfortable getting up close to him when we were fucking. I would breathe on his neck or bit him, and I think it added t the feel of the session. I was discussing the other day with someone the importance of physical intimacy within a session and how it can make a big difference to how the sub feels and reaches their subspace.

I ended the session by pissing on him in the shower as he masturbated. It was very hot.

I realised a few things I could have done better after the session but overall I think I did well. He seemed to enjoy himself. It was a great experience to have someone so open to what I wanted to do. I look forward to learning more so I have more things to offer.

I flirted with him before he left and told him to make sure he came in to see me next time he was visited Sydney.

The gentle dom.

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Public Humiliation and the Head Cage

I had an enjoyable Mistress session today so I thought I’d tell you about it.

The client was into public humiliation and had a particular interest in the head cage that stands in The House’s hallway.

Once he was ready I arrive at the room to find the door still slightly ajar, while he is naked in slave position on the floor. I immediately gave him shit about leaving the door open, teasing him that he secretly wanted someone to walk in on him.

I tied his cock and balls up and made him stand facing the door with his hands on his head. I needed to get a few things so before I went I left the door ajar so anyone that passed through the corridor could see him. It really didn’t matter if any one did, the turn on for this man was the possibility.

When I returned with the items I needed he was rock hard, seems my little plan had worked. I placed a leather hood over his head and held up the sign I had made for him to read.

The sign said:

I’m a SLUT
MOLEST ME AT WILL
SLAP MY COCK – I DESERVE IT

I tied the sign around his neck and then led him into the hallway. Once in position I placed a blindfold over the hood and positioned the cage over his head, locking it in place. I had asked another Mistress to help me with the cage, and she then stayed to help me humiliate him. We slapped his cock, played with his nipples and called him various names. After a little while I decided we should leave him to think about his position. Some of the Mistresses passed by him while I was gone and gave him a cock slap or two. Even other clients passed him by on their way around the house. The receptionist passed by many times on her errands and he mentioned to me after the session that it felt like 20 people had gone by, which definitely was a bonus for him.
I was so chuffed with my handiwork, I love signage like that. I really wanted to take a picture of him for myself to keep but I knew that would be unprofessional without his prior permission, but it did give me an idea.

When I went back up to check on him I quietly approached and said nothing. I began to fondle him without talking; I wanted him to be unsure of who was playing with him so openly. Then another Mistress came by and we had a good laugh at him together. Once she had gone I put my plan into action. I leaned in close to him and told him I had a camera. He stiffened, but then said “Yes Mistress”. “I’m going to take pictures of you like this and post them on our website.” He paused again then replied, “Yes Mistress”. I was shocked. I had only said it to scare him, but he seemed to really want it. I didn’t want to interrupt the scene by getting his direct consent, but I kept it in mind for next time.

Eventually I led him back to the room and placed him in the sling. The rest of session just consisted of more nipple and cock and ball torture. I played a lot with a pinwheel while he was still blindfold and he responded to that very well. So I continued to use it while rubbing his cock. Right at the end his cock and balls were so engorged with blood that the pinwheel made a slight hole in his scrotum. It began to bleed, but only a little. Once he came I cleaned up the blood and everything was fine.

Overall it was a really good session. The client was responsive and I really enjoyed the public humiliation aspect of the session. I’m feeling more confident in front of other Mistresses as well as with the clients.

Lying to my parents.

So work is going well. It’s really the one thing that keeps me sane, even though it’s the craziest place in the world. Whenever I go to work I’m reminded that my life isn’t that weird after all. The other women will tell the sordid stories of their personal lives and suddenly I feel a little more normal. I really like my job, well most of the time. Of course there are clients that gross me out and times that I imagine being somewhere else, but I think every job is like that.

But all up, I love it. I’m not stressed out, I can work whenever I want, I don’t think about work when I’m not at work and the money is pretty good. One problem I’m having though is the whole ‘parents’ thing. I’ve put off calling my mother for the last month just because I don’t want to lie to her. I could tell her some story about working in a cafe, every time having to make up more bullshit about the fake job role. Thinking about it makes me sick, but what option do I have. Explain to her what a dominatrix is. Tell her the PG version of what I really do. Don’t worry, I’m very tempted. Now you realise how little I want to lie to her; I’m willing to tell her I kick men in the balls for a living. So I’m weighing it up. There is no way I’d tell my dad, but at least if I had mum on side I’d feel a little better.

In an ideal world I could be as outwardly proud of my job as I am on the inside. Maybe one day.

Frustrated Geography Teacher

Just finished a sub session with a self-proclaimed “frustrated geography teacher”. His session consists of him as Headmaster and me as naughty school girl. He was very specific about the detail, thoroughly explaining how the session would unfold, even a page of suggestions for how I was to play the character.

He would give me a series of tests, spelling and geography, with of course punishment for wrong answers and more punishment to learn the correct answers. The amount of detail this man had was scary. Everything had my name on it, including a hand written letter I was to give him at the beginning of the scene. There were the test pages he obviously kept, dated for future reference and probably wank material.

I was tested, punished, undressed, tested and punished more. He spanked me, used a leather strap, hair brush and cane.

I could have enjoyed the session, and it wasn’t bad, but this guy seriously underpays. He’s a regular client and he has a standard price he pays, which I was told but I wasn’t told the actual price. So I had an idea in mind of how much the session should be going on his email and a phone conversation. This morning I met him and he went through all the things he wanted to do, which was fine. Then I found out the price he pays. What he gets and what he pays for just doesn’t match up. He pays for a ‘medium’ sub session but wants to use a hair brush and a cane which are ‘heavy’ instruments. So in some way I felt trapped. I was told to just keep him to the level that he paid for but how can you do that when his pricing is screwed to start with.

So in the session I had to ‘Mercy’ a few times. He was surprised at first considering I can take ‘heavy’. But he was respectful and took it a bit lighter. When it came to the caning it just seemed to hurt so much more than usual. He kind of made me feel bad that I couldn’t take it, as I had told him my last session was a ‘heavy’ caning. The thing with the last guy was that he had a presence that made me completely submissive. I wanted to take as much as I could for him, and he was paying well. But it comes down to respect. I didn’t respect this guy, not only because of his repressed desire to beat on his students but also that he wasn’t willing to pay for the experience. I sound like I’m all about the money, I’m not. I just want to be compensated for my effort and the fact that I now have stripes on my ass.

I couldn’t enjoy the session because I couldn’t let go. I couldn’t let go because I had to keep him at a certain level of discipline.

In the end he really enjoyed the session. At one point he said, “I really enjoyed the crying, that was good acting” I replied, “It wasn’t acting”. And it wasn’t. I was actually crying. He made me do star jumps naked. You may laugh, but it’s very humiliating.

Anyway I’m just having a vent. It wasn’t that bad, but there is no way I’m doing the same session for the same price. If he wants me again he can pay the right price.

Funnel Session

Client has:

• Thigh-high stiletto boots


• Faceless latex hood


• Head harness with mouth piece


• Wrist cuffs attached to wall above his head


• Leg spreader bar


• Cock bondage


• Clover nipple clamps


• Funnel attached to mouth piece


• Urine poured into funnel


• Hand relief


• Spunk
  

End Session

Photo Montage

What a weird morning. I had a client come in to see me for a ‘Morning special’, a reduced priced session for clients who come in earlier in the morning (when it’s usually quiet). I met the client; he was fairly harmless and only had a few requests. The session was quite easy, forced masturbation and anal play. He mentioned that I had done a phone session with him a little while ago and after a brief recap I recalled the details.

For the phone session he had sent me a picture of himself dressed in a body stocking with a huge erection. This in itself was quite funny and when I did the phone session we talked about the outfit, and of course the erection. I also as had to call him a wanker while he of course, wanked. He told me over the phone that he had printed my pictures from The House’s website and was masturbating over them. Now as much as this grossed me out I didn’t have to see it so I just put it out of my mind.

So back to this morning and all these memories flash through my mind. The client also said he would enjoy seeing as much of my body as possible within the session. I said no straight away, as nudity is not part of the ‘Morning special’. So at this point I was happy to do the session although I wasn’t enthusiastic. The client then produces a bag and I wonder what he has brought with him (perhaps some panties etc). He pulls out some rolled up pieces of A4 paper that have images printed on them. I notice that they are picture of me from the website. This is when I started to think things were getting weird. I’m sitting there wondering why he needs to show me pictures of myself when he flips over a page that just made me speechless. There on the page was the image of his crotch that he had sent me for the phone session. Stuck on top of that was a cut out picture of me. On top of the picture of me was a picture of his rock hard cock. This man had superimposed his cock right over my chest and face.

The look of horror on my face was obvious, I may have said “Oh my god”, and gagged but I can’t recall. He quickly shoved them back in the bag when he realised I wasn’t pleased. I excused myself out of the room and practically ran out the door. I sat down with receptionist and tried to work out what to do. I knew I should do the session but I couldn’t get that image out of my head. I had lost all power and felt almost violated. It’s one thing for them to do this at home but I don’t want to fucking see it or know about it. How did he think that I would want to see that? “Oh, well done. You get an A+ in arts and crafts. How creative” Should I be flattered? I don’t fucking think so. I was repulsed.

There was no way I could do the session, especially at the reduced rate. In no way did I feel powerful with this man seeing me in this degrading way. I sent the receptionist out to tell him to leave. I made her tell him I would consider seeing him again but not today. I demanded next time when he return that he be more respectful.

It really disturbed me. Luckily I got to spit and piss on some other clients today. I’m now feeling a little better.

Bad Session

I had my first bad session today. By bad I mean one you don’t enjoy. A session you come out of afterwards and don’t feel happy; satisfied. I think the main problem was that the client was a bit simple. I didn’t realise this properly until we were in the session. I went along with it and tried to give him a good session. But when it was finished I felt kind of strange. He was obviously capable enough to come in and ask for the session he wanted, and yet he had a very simple way of talking and responding throughout the session. I felt almost like I was taking advantage of him, like he couldn’t make decisions for himself and yet I know that’s not true. It’s just how I felt.

He just kind of did what he wanted and I felt completely out of control. Every minute felt like hours. Then there was the mess. Urrgghhh. I’d rather not go into it, but it just didn’t help the situation. I was so glad when it was over. I don’t want to feel like that. I want to enjoy my sessions.

Afterwards I spoke to the other Mistresses who were supportive and explained that sometimes you do have a bad session. I hope it doesn’t happen too often.

Too afraid to ask for hot pink.

Meeting clients is one of the most interesting, and sometimes frustrating parts of my job. Most clients come in knowing what they do and don’t want. Others though either have no real idea or they are afraid to ask.

The ones that are unsure are usually new and fairly easy to deal with. They are timid because they haven’t had a lot of experience and are looking for an introduction. These types are usually sure of what they don’t want, and you can just run through options and kind of test the waters.

The clients that are most frustrating just clam up and can’t tell you what they want. I understand that some people get a bit nervous about asking for things, but really. We hear so many requests that your little fetish or fantasy is not going to shock us.

Say for example a client meets four ladies. The first one will go in and the client may say he’s looking for a ‘Bondage and Tease’ session. The second ladies will come back saying he mentioned cross-dressing. He tells the third lady that he wants body worship. The fourth finds out that he also wants anal. So not only has the session become more detailed but the price has also risen. The second lady may not do body worship so it was a waste of her time meeting him, which she would have known if he had have said everything to the first one.

Even worse are the clients that don’t say anything at all. For example yesterday I was first to meet a client and he said to me he wanted bondage and tease. I asked if there was anything else and he said, “You know, whatever”. I straight away got the shits because how do I know what that means. I kept calm, but I knew that I wasn’t going to get much out of him. I said, “Is there anything that definitely has to be in the session?” He then said again “You know”. FUCK. So I left it at that and let him meet the next lady. The problem is you know it’s going to be a tough session if they can’t tell you what they want, because you don’t know what to try and what may freak them out. After the second lady came out he had mentioned to her that he wanted the Mistress to have white panties on. If that was so important why didn’t he tell me in the first place?

I got to thinking about how these men are doing themselves a great disservice by not explaining what they want. We can’t read minds, and they will get a much better session if they know, and can ask for, the type of session they desire.

Compared to ordering any other service or product it’s just crazy. You don’t go to a cafe for example and say you want bacon and eggs. Then when it arrives you get angry because they didn’t give you sausage as well. Imagine going to buy a car and expecting the dealer to know exactly what you are looking for, being too afraid to say you want the car in hot pink, or that you want auto and not manual.

Clients are paying good money for their session; they shouldn’t be afraid to ask for exactly what they want.

Tight-arse Tuesday

It was a day of tight-arse clients. Not in the good way, where you can stick a buttplug in their arse to stretch them out. I mean not willing to pay the correct price for the service they’ve requested. We had two at once today, though they were of a slightly different breed of tight-arse.

The first client was what we call a ‘brothel-crawler’. There is nothing wrong with brothels it’s just that we get guys coming in for straight sex when we cater more to fetishes and B&D. They just end up wasting our time. So this client had called earlier asking how much a session would be. We gave him a rough price ($440) for the session he wanted and told him to come in. He arrives and tells the receptionist he only has $200 on him and has the rest of the money in the car. This is a red alert indicating a wanker that won’t stay. He already has an ‘out’ to leave and not come back. Now on the phone he said he wanted a sub in latex with full service, that’s what we quoted for. Then when he talks to the ladies he started to add all these other things (which of course increases the price). In the end he ‘went back to his car to get more money’. Of course he didn’t come back. He did though ring back about 30 minutes later asking if the sub could do a shorter session for $300. He obviously only had $300 to start with. This type of time waster boils the blood. For one, he already was quoted $440 over the phone. Did he think that we would just say ok, we’ll give you the discount (almost 30%) just because we really need your business? I think that was his ploy with only bringing in $200. ‘Yes we are so desperate for your money we will do it for whatever you have on you at the time’. Get real.

The next client was this old codger who wanted a Domme and a sub. This obviously is going to be fairly pricey. He met a few of the ladies and discussed his request. When I met him he mentioned that the length of the session would depend on how much it would cost, an indicator that he had a budget. He then proceeded to tell me how he’s a farmer in hard times. He just sold some cattle and when he got the cheque back the amount was less than what he bought them for 18months ago. I almost felt like he wanted me to give him a discount because he was ‘doing it tough’. Then the best part is he looks at me very seriously and says, “You’ve heard of the Global Economic Crisis haven’t you?” I just smiled and nodded. What I felt like saying was, “No, I’m flat on my back all the time and don’t get a chance to watch the news”.
So, once he had chosen the ladies he wanted, one of which was me, we gave him a price of $550 for 45mins, which was very reasonable. Receptionist comes back in saying he only has $440, so we said ok we’ll do 30mins for that price. It was a very easy session, but to make things difficult he kept trying to push for more even though we had already catered to his budget. He was trying to grope the sub’s pussy, wanted her naked, wanted to touch her tits and even for her to kiss his cock. None of this was negotiated prior and all of it would certainly have costed him more. Lucky I was in charge, I just ‘NO’ and whipped his cock some more.

Fucking Tight-arse Tuesday.

Check out Friction for some more amusing tight-arse stories.

Ball kicking and CBT.

I was a little apprehensive the first time I was requested to kick a client in the balls. Now I can be very sadistic but I hadn’t had any prior experience and really don’t want to permanently damage someone (especially in that area). I mentioned my inexperience to the client and he was happy for me to practice on him.

The client had a boot fetish, so I wore my knee length black stiletto boots. I placed him on the slab and proceeded to trample his cock and balls with my boot. *evil grin*

I began to kick him in the balls, gauging his reactions to see if I could go harder. He really enjoyed it and this gave me more confidence to kick harder. It was quite empowering. I was gaining my confidence in something new as well as being able to do something that I could not do in normal life. I mean kicking a guy in the balls is an obvious no-no; it’s the kind of thing you do to get away from a mugger or rapist. To get paid to do it is just weird, but enjoyable.

We finished the session with me kicking him ‘hard’ in the balls while he wanked himself to climax. The harder I kicked the more he loved it.

I’ve had another 2 clients with similar tastes since then and I’ve found I really look forward to it. I’m really getting into being vicious to men’s genitals. Sometimes I kind of channel my aggression through the act, if I’m angry at a particular guy I imagine him there instead of the client. I always keep an eye on them to check I’m not going too hard, as they are paying me after all.

The last guy actually had more of a fetish for having the cock kicked instead of the balls. I felt I could go harder on the cock without damaging it and this was also very enjoyable.

I also like to use a small whip or crop on the cock and balls; I usually have quite a grin on my face as I’m doing it. Another first was pouring hot wax on a clients balls. I was very tentative about this and had only mentioned it to scare him. I had been pouring it on his nipples earlier in the session and he really go into it. So when he said yes to the balls I was a little afraid, but as soon as the first drops hit his sack he writhed around in that pain ecstasy and I knew I could continue. Again I gained confidence and experience and found myself loving the experience.

It’s funny to think this little sub who loves to worship a man’s cock and balls could also enjoy torturing the fuck out of them. I think it comes down to who I’m with and what space I’m in. A dom I play with (Mark) knows what I do for work and is always making jokes about me turning on him, but I try to explain I could never do that. When I am with a dom I have no desire to top, submissive is my most natural state. It’s only with a male that is submitting and wanting these things that my sadistic domme side comes out to play.

Thrashing

It’s hard to describe the feeling. My mind is clear, numb, tired.

The Master was severe. I was introduced to him by a very experienced sub (Mistress). She thought I would enjoy, and benefit from the experience. I’m glad she was there as it took some of the steam out of the Master having to discipline two subs. It was almost harder to see and hear her be disciplined than it was for me to take it. The slight breaks between my thrashings were a relief, yet I craved more and was equally afraid again when it was my turn. I got the ruler and the yard stick first. Oh boy did he crack that thing hard on my ass. I screamed and thanked the Master for his punishment. After that was over I was stood in the corner and I was in a daze. I had entered subspace and all I could do was stand and breathe and wait. Each time he bought the cane down on the other sub I cringed with her cries. Yet my cunt was dripping wet. From what I recall it was wet even before I was hit, simply from the fear and anticipation. It was then my turn for the cane. Each time the cane came down on my ass I screamed and tried not to move. I could feel the end of the cane biting into the side of my ass as it wrapped around on its way down. It’s hard to recall how many strokes, perhaps 10. We swapped again and I waited, holding the canes for the Master. When he asked the sub to count down her last six strokes I knew it was almost over. As I took my place for the final time I held on for dear life. I think I might have received another 10 or so but I wasn’t counting; I was crying. He counted the last 6 and I just sunk into the bed sobbing. It wasn’t over. I got another 6 with the yard stick just to drive home the pain of the cane welts. The scene finished with some erotic content that seems irrelevant in my mind right now. We thanked him and glided into the back room. The other sub and I were so high. Completely on another planet; a pain slut, masochistic heaven. She knew I would love it the way she did, and all I could do was thank her. I never said ‘Mercy’ once. Even thought the pain was more than I thought I could bare I still didn’t want it to stop. I just took one stroke at a time.

There is nothing like it, and really nothing that can describe it. Bliss, space, flying, clarity, joy...so many words that don’t suffice. It was one of those sessions that isn’t work, it’s personal, and it was great.

Nervous

Just a very quick post to say I'm nervous. I have an appointment today with one of the most sadistic Masters that comes to The House. He canes. I saw another subs ass after his session and ...umm....yeah. I know I can do it but look forward to it being over so I don't have to be nervous anymore. I can deal with pain I just hate the build up.

The Doctor.

Medical Fantasy (switch).

The man was quite old, but carried and used a sophisticated PDA/mobile device. He took a call while he was lying down, cock and balls tied up, me re-gloving to finger his anus more. It sounded like business and he also mentioned he was jetlagged, so I assumed he’s not retired.

He poked and prodded my body, in a manner that was truly reminiscent of being in a doctor’s office; it was a medical fantasy after all. The strange thing was I think he may actually be or have been a doctor. His hands although shaky from age were so sure of the human body. He manipulated my flesh like no other man I have known, not that I particularly enjoyed it but I was definitely curious about his talents. By talents I mean the fact that he bought me to shuddering orgasm four times with only the simplest of movements. There was no wild jabbing or fisting, just a finger here, some pressure there and BAM, I was high as a kite. Now coming for me is easy, that’s not the strange part about this story. What did feel strange was the fact that a man in his late 60’s was giving me some very intense pleasure. Cognitive dissidence I think you could say. I could close my eyes and imagine it was someone else (a handy and much used trick of the trade), but then I would open my eyes and realise who was giving me these amazing orgasms and my brain just couldn’t compute. To put it best my body was responding to the physical stimuli but my mind was not responding to the visual counterpart.

Perhaps he was playing out a part of himself he couldn’t in real life (don’t they all). Better off with me than molesting some poor patient like so many others do. We are sexual practitioners/healers/therapists.

He used a speculum on me, which was interesting in sensation, but not particularly erotic. The room was ill-equipped so he used a rather bulky yellow torch (hilarious I know) to inspect inside instead of the stock-standard lamp. His thing is inspecting the vagina after I’ve orgasmed to see the cum inside me. Apparently there was a lot. Still spins me out what people are into.

When the session switched I played with his ass a little, whipped his cock and jacked him off. He lost his erection just as he was going to cum, which was strange considering his raging boner the rest of the session. I got it back just enough for him to spurt. He looked at his watch and said “On time, almost to the minute”. Talk about clinical.

Cocks are like snowflakes.

Cock, penis, wang, doodle and dick. Whatever you want to call them, each one is unique. It’s actually one of the most interesting parts of my job; to observe the different forms of the male organ.

Don’t get me wrong, looking at cocks isn’t all I do. I wanted to write about some BDSM to start with but I guess I had cocks on the brain (when don’t I) and this post just made itself.

There a small dicks, average cocks, mushroom penises, circumcised and sheathed. The reason I wanted to write this post is that I have discovered a new type of penis. I had heard of a myth on a humorous image board I frequent, but you’d be a fool to believe anything printed there so I dismissed it. But the other day the myth became reality.

When a session begins the client is, or soon becomes, naked. My eye always goes straight for the penis; I’m just a pervert in that way. Even if this wasn’t so, once we add the obligatory cock tie you can’t help but notice the form of the genitalia. So I began a session last week and I noticed a strange phenomenon. The client’s penis had no head. Upon closer inspection (a subtle focusing of the eye, not an embarrassing craning of the head) I realise his foreskin was covering the head. No, I’m not stupid, I’ve seen uncircumcised cocks (and personally prefer them) but this was different. At the tip of the foreskin there was only a tiny hole. I realised this cock was way different from anything I had seen before. There was no way the foreskin was coming back. The hole was literally the size of the eye of an ordinary penis. Inside I had a little freak out, “What happens when he gets hard” I thought. Will it just explode? Will he be in pain? Don’t worry, everything was ok. He got hard and he came, well he wept.

Now I was so amazed by this new type of penis that I immediately told as many people as I could, just to get an idea of how many had come across this phenomenon before. It was a shock to most. Some had heard of the myth but never seen it.

Then, when I didn’t think I could be more amazed, Whammo! I get a client today with the same penis. No freakin’ joke. Literally within 1 week I had 2 clients with a “draw-string penis”. Now I’m not sure of the scientific term and I could research like a good writer, but fuck it. I’m tired. Instead I bequeath thee “The Kenny” (yes, as in South Park).

Now beloved reader, don’t get me wrong. All cocks are great. If you have a ‘Kenny’ I’d love to hear about it. I was just so surprised as I thought I’d seen them all, but I was wrong. Cocks really are like snowflakes.

Stay tuned for more cock chaos.

Services

I thought I should explain a little about the services we offer at The House. I’ve made a list and a short explanation of each. The majority of our clients are men looking for Mistresses and the following list is based on those clients. I will go into the dominant clients and submissive services after that.

Bondage – Leather wrist and ankle cuffs, leather straps, ropes and pallet wrap. Some clients like just light bondage; a little restraint. Others like full mummification with clear or black pallet wrap. Spreader bars and suspension could also be counted in this category.

Discipline – Spanking, crops, paddles, whips, floggers and canes. Discipline can range from light to heavy. Some clients want discipline but can’t have marks (usually because they have a partner who doesn’t know what they get up to). Although the cane is usually considered the most extreme implement the household hair brush is actually the most painful.

CBT – Cock and Ball Torture. We do basic cock bondage on most clients. It keeps the cock erect and signifies a collar of sorts; an ownership of the slave for the period in time. You can whip the cock and balls, add pegs, hang weights, use electrics, candle wax, ball and cock kicking and trampling. Again the intensity can vary depending on the client.

Anal – The amount of men that come in that want anal stimulation would surprise anyone. Most of these men are straight (a common misconception is that if you want anal you have to be gay). Some know what they want and others are nervous about asking because of the ‘gay’ stigma. This activity can involve fingers, small vibes and butt plugs, larger dildos, strap-on session and even anal fisting.

Cross-dressing – Quite a few clients like to be cross-dressed. Some simply want to wear stockings and panties and others come in for ‘full transformations’ where they get fully dressed as women including wigs and makeup.

Body worship – As a Mistress you don’t have sex with clients. This is a ‘privilege’ that isn’t part of what a slave is offered. You can though have body worship. This is broken down to breast, pussy and ass worship. This is where the client is allowed to worship the area with their hands or mouths.

Foot fetish – Feet fetish clients vary. Some want to clean, kiss and rub your feet. They may want your feet on various parts of their body; cock, chest, face etc. I also consider ball kicking and trampling in the foot fetish category.

Electrical play – Electrical stimulation and electrical torture. Using a TENS unit a small current can be passed through the cock, balls or anus. I have only just started learning about this, but some of the other Mistresses use it quite a lot.

Needle play – Play piercings can be applied anywhere on the body, most often breasts, nipples and cocks. Again I’m not proficient in this aspect of play. I do know that depending on how they are applied it can be a quick sharp pain or a more drawn out torture device.

Age play – There is quite a few adult babies that come to see us, but age play can also mean toddler age and even teenager. We have adult baby clothes, diapers and paraphernalia like bottles and rattles.

Golden and Brown showers – Golden showers are very common and can be over the body or in the mouth. Some clients come in for multiple golden showers from several Mistresses. A few Mistresses also do brown showers which can be simply a ‘dump and run’ or some clients get right into smearing it on them and rolling around in it.

Public humiliation – We have a small courtyard which can be used for public humiliation. Some clients like to be paraded, tortured or humiliated in front of other Mistresses. This can be simply just walking past while they have their session, or as extreme as being punished and called names by other Mistresses.

Fetishes – Fetishes are wide and varied and we cater to pretty much anything you could think of. Some of the requests have been: fur, tickling, latex, smoking etc.

I may have missed something but what I’ve listed are the most common requests.

As for clients who come in for a submissive, all that I’ve listed above is available (excluding CBT and cross-dressing). Also some submissives offer partial or full service. There aren’t that many Masters that come in, which kind of surprises me.

So, the clients will either with book with a particular woman, or come in and meet who is on shift that day. When we meet a client we sit down and have a chat with them about what they enjoy and what is out of the question. Then once they decide who they want to see the Mistress will work out the session based on the client’s requests.

I am by no means an expert. I simply want to explain my experiences. I’m still learning and having a great time doing it.

The House Tour

So with my first shift came one of the greatest challenges; choosing a name. I had spent the entire weekend before making a list of interesting names; Latin derivatives, mythological goddesses, old English maidens. I needed both Mistress and submissive options, the later being a lot easier to come up with. I brought in my list of options on my first day of work, as I had been told the best way to decide was to ask the other Mistresses their opinion. I was so shy. The other ladies discussed the different names and weren’t afraid to say if they thought they were shit. Most of them got shot down because they belonged to someone else; a major faux pas to take another Mistress’s name. A consensus was reached and finally had my names. No, I’m not going to tell you; I want to keep anonymous after all. Let’s just say I’m Mistress M.

Let’s take you on a virtual tour of The House. There are two waiting rooms for clients, a medical room (not as good as it sounds), a cross-dressing parlour, two bedroom style rooms and three dungeons. Every room is equipped with condoms, lube, dildoes, cock ties, collars, whips, gags, pegs, ropes and clean up towels.

The medical room has an old school elevated bed with stirrups. It can be tilted to any angle for ‘inspections’. The room also has bed pans, syringes and various other medical-themed equipment. This may sound sexy to some, but in reality it isn’t that great. The room is tiny for a start; about 1.5m x 4m. No joke. You couldn’t swing a cat’ o ‘nine tails. Also the air-conditioner doesn’t work so you sweat buckets; not flattering having your make up slide down your face.

The cross-dressing room has a dressing table with vanity mirror, a full wardrobe including wigs and man-sized heels, and various make up. There is also a full stock of adult baby outfits and diapers.

The smaller bedroom is very frilly and pink. It’s used mostly for the cross-dressing sessions, adult babies and for those clients who feel a little intimidated by the dungeons. The bed has loops for bondage, and there is a cupboard containing whips and equipment that can be closed for a more discrete look.

The larger bedroom is a favourite of the Masters that visit the house. It has a large bed with bondage loops, a padded bondage wall and a spanking horse. It’s very much cheap hotel; actually the whole house needs a little modern revamp.

Then there are the dungeons. The smallest one has a sling and a torture wheel which was lovingly constructed and bequeathed to the house by a slave.

The medium dungeon has a bondage wall, bondage chair, a leather slab bed with a cage underneath that can be moved around the room on casters. There is also a suspension point and spanking horse.

Finally there is the main dungeon, which is the largest and most well equipped of all rooms. There is a torture rack/slab, birthing chair, cage, sling, throne, spanking horse and a curved bondage chair.

All of the dungeons are pretty well equipped with whips, floggers, crops, canes, leather straps, shackles, spreader bar...the list goes on.

Sorry for such a dry clinical post, I’m a bit tired but wanted to get the tour out of the way so we can get to the juicy details.

Till next time. x

Beginning the Journey

I recently quit my job as a chef to become a fulltime Pro Domme. For the uninitiated a Pro Domme is a Mistress you gets paid to dominate; a dominatrix. The role had always interested me even before I was in the ‘scene’ and discovered my submissive side. I’ve been living BDSM for about two years now and always knew I was a switch, but most of my personal experience has been as a submissive. You can read more about my personal life at my other blog Used and Abused, as I want to keep this blog about my journey as an apprentice Mistress.

I started to think seriously about working as a Domme about four months ago. Two of my friends worked at The House and I drilled them for information as my interest in the role grew. Every time I saw my friend T I would ask questions and express my interest at becoming a Domme, but it was another two months before I took the leap and applied for the job. She told me later that she knew from my first enquiry that I would take the job; it was just a matter of time.

T had explained to me that it might take a while to start earning money, as apprentices can’t really take on sessions on their own until they are properly trained. I came to find out this training is rather thin and haphazard, but I will get into that later. What I could do though was take sessions as a submissive to start earning bucks straight away. Some women who start out have no prior experience or knowledge in BDSM, so I had a slight advantage from my personal life. There was a lot that I already knew that I could draw on. What I also came to learn was that the professional session can be very different from the private.

So I had my interview with the Head Mistress and explained to her my personal experience and history. I told her I hadn’t worked in the sex industry before but had been a submissive and knew a fair bit about BDSM. I had been warned about Mistress A. She had been described to me as very warm, almost motherly, but if you crossed her; watch out. I guess that’s part of being a very experienced Mistress, you need that fire. We got along straight away and I found her pleasant and wise. I have since seen her get pretty fired up and I was glad it wasn’t directed at me. As you can probably guess I got the job. I was able to start straight away which was good because I had already quit my job and didn’t have any money coming in.

At this point I want to mention that I’m not just in it for the money. Anyone that’s only in for that will leave after the first few shifts with no clients. It’s true that I can earn much more money than slogging it out behind the stove, but it’s not guaranteed. Firstly you may sit around for 8 hours not get a single penny. Some weeks can be slow, and others you can rake it in. The other factor is regulars. You need to build up a client base to earn the big bucks and that takes time, and skill.

What I really like about this job is that I can get paid to do something I enjoy and have a great interest in. That has always been important for me. The other part of the job I enjoy is what I call social observation. I have a keen interest in the human mind; what people think and do and why they think and do it. This is especially so with kink and fetish. So a lot of this blog will be dedicated to observing clients particular kinks as well as my own journey.

Well I think that’s enough of an intro, more to come soon.