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.