Chalk and Cheese.

I’ve had two sub sessions this week; they were like chalk and cheese.

The first guy was very timid and shy in the waiting room. He wanted a light session with bondage, a bit of spanking and light erotic content. We gave him the basic price, but I had a feeling it wasn’t enough. When we got in the room his demeanour changed completely. He was kind of rough with me but not in a good way; more in an inexperienced way. Everything about him was inexperienced, especially the bondage.
He just wrapped the rope around me all over the shop, no forethought, no skill. Now I can forgive that, but the worst part was he was so impatient trying to get it off. He’d get sick of one position and then be so in a hurry to get the ropes off he’d just pull and tug and make the whole mess worse.

I was right when it came to the price being too low; he certainly tried to get his money’s worth. He was constantly in a rush, trying to cram everything in one session. He was rough without having asked for that (not light) and then tried to do things we hadn’t agreed on like pegs on the pussy and breast bondage (not light). It just made the session really stressful and annoying.

The worst part was I felt like I wasn’t even in the room. He pawed me like a doll, and not in a good way. It was like I was a piece of clay that he was pushing and pulling. He didn’t care about my pleasure or enjoyment. Now that can be fine if that’s the role play, but this was no role play it was just shit. He was like a teenage boy that never gets a chance to touch a girl and then is so over-enthusiastic it’s painful.


The second guy on the other hand was what I would call a real Master. It was one of the best sessions I’ve ever had at work. I felt dominated, under his control. He was very skilled at bondage and did some great rope work as well as restraint positions. There was hair pulling and light breath play. He used me as his property but in a respectful way. He complemented me when I did things well and chastised me when I did things wrong. It was a head fuck and a body fuck; I was so high afterwards. It was just so great to have a session that suited me so well.

It’s funny how different they were. I have such an interesting job.

12 of the Best!

It’s been a while since I last posted. I’m not sure if anyone is still reading, I guess I don’t expect people to stick around when there is nothing new to read.


I just finished a session and am a bit light-headed but I wanted to write while it was all still fresh in my mind. I’ve been seeing this client for a while now, and each session builds on the last. The client is by far one of my favourites; we seem to be “on the same wavelength” as he puts it. Sometimes I am Mistress and sometimes we switch. He takes 12 strokes of the strap; he’d prefer the cane but cannot have marks. He has a long history of taking the cane since he was a school boy in England. He’s told me many stories which I may pass on another time, but for now back to today’s session.

I was the school Mistress, he the school boy. I enter the room and sit down with the boy to discuss why he has come to see me. The boy explains that he has come to ask for my help. He thanks me for last times punishment and tells me how much it has helped him keep a clear mind and concentrate on his studies. He then informs me he has been experiencing wayward thoughts again and wants to know if I can again administer the strap to help him back on the right path.

Of course I oblige. I make the school boy undress and straddle the punishment bench. I strap him down and run a soothing hand over his naked back. I place the strap in front of his face and explain that I will leave the room for a time to allow him to prepare his mind for the punishment.

After a minute or so I return to the room in silence. I pick up the strap and ask him if he was ready. “Yes Miss.”

“I will now give you 12 strokes of the strap. Do you accept your punishment?” “Yes Miss.”

“You will count after each stroke and thank me. Understand?” “Yes Miss.”

I administer the first 6 strokes. I then remove my dress and prepare for the next 6. Once they were dealt out the school boy is removed from the punishment bench and told to lay on the bed where I rub talc into his red stripey bottom.

The school boy thanks me and I can see he is in a very lovely space. He kneels before me and begins to ask me if I ever feel the need for such catharsis. With slight nervousness I confess my own desire to be absolved of my impure thoughts. I explain that as one in power I often crave to feel the release I have given to so many of my students, and I long to find someone who can help me with this burden. The school boy offers to be that person.

The thought then strikes me that this is a good opportunity not only to feel the release I so desire, but also to train him to become a senior discipline student. I explain to him how I like to have a senior boy who can discipline some of the younger boys when they need a firmer hand than my own.

He reverently accepts my offer and we begin my punishment. He follows all I have taught him and after strapping me down he speaks the words I have spoken to him. He then asks me what impurities or wayward actions I feel I need to cleanse. With a heavy heart I confess that I have, on many occasions, snuck into the boys change rooms and watched them undress and shower.

And with that I was given 12 of the best.