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.