The Crucifixion.

It’s not very often you get to take part in a crucifixion, especially when you aren’t religious. When the client came in and said he wanted to be crucified, I had a little internal chuckle to myself but kept a straight face. He was from overseas and usually sees a Mistress where he lives, but since he was travelling he needed have his itch scratched. He told me the scenario, it was very detailed, and then he made a booking to come back later when some other Mistresses were available as he wanted them involved too.

I prepared all the things I would need and hoped he wasn’t a wanker just stringing me along. You just never know. He showed up, paid and waited in the dungeon. When I walked in I could tell he was in casual mode and wanted to talk before starting. He was in a robe and wandering around, any sub worth his salt would be in slave position kneeling on the floor. He asked about the shoes he’d requested, which was the one thing I forgot to get ready. As I was going to get them he stopped me and said that he didn’t like Mistresses who were too strict about a roleplay and implied that he liked to be able to ‘jump out of character’ and make notes about how the session could be better (read: tell the Mistress how shit she is). I smiled genially and walked out the door.

FARK! When a client says he wants to be able to critique the session as it’s happening you know he really wants to do that, and will, as he has in the past. I couldn’t help but wish I had charged him more...difficult tax.
When we finally started I strode into the dungeon and pushed him to the ground, making him worship my stilettos. He licked the black patent leather clean before I allowed him to stand.

I placed leather cuffs on his wrists and attached each arm to the wall. His arms were slightly raised and spread to either side and he faced the wall so I could flog his back. He only wanted the impression of flogging, more for the show and look than the pain. This was disappointing for me, and gave a mildly pathetic play-acting feel to the session, but oh well that’s what he wanted. In between floggings I played with his nipples. I went to pinch them lightly but was corrected immediately, instructed to just brush them and not tweak them. Bleah!

Once he was sufficiently flogged I let him down and tied a wooden pole to his shoulders so his arms were out to his sides. This was the best simulation of a cross I could come up with at short notice and I think it worked ok. I then placed a towel and rope loin cloth over his genitals and wrapped a bed sheet around him like a toga. He then put the sandals on and lastly a real crown of thorns he had brought with him. This whole process was of course marred by the fact he kept telling me what to do and how to do it. FFS.

When he was ready I invite the two other Mistresses to come and watch as he “carried the cross on his back through the town square”. He had explained to me that the roleplay wasn’t actually religious but more humiliating. He longed to be humiliated in front of beautiful Mistresses in closed-toed stilettos. So he got his wish. We laughed at him, pushed and kicked him to the ground and he worshipped our shoes. At one point I was trying to explain why he was in high heel sandals and just adlibbed and called them the “Sandals of Humiliation”. We laughed raucously about it for ages afterwards. (-9 to Dignity)

Finally he was sufficiently humiliated and the other Mistresses helped me strap him into the leather suspension harness. Once they had left the room I pulled the chain and he rose up off the ground, arms out to the sides. I had crucified him...then I wanked him. LOL. I in effect wanked Jesus. Oh dear. I always admired Mary Magdalene and for a moment I was her. Fuck my work is strange!

The Wrestler.

I first heard from the client by phone. He had rang to find out if I do light wrestling. We told him yes and he said he'd be arriving soon. I've done a couple of wrestling sessions but they aren't really my fortay. I suppose I don't really understand them, at least not like I understand some other things.

As the client arrived I noticed him on the video monitor approaching the front door. As he climbed the stairs he braced himself on the railing and it was obvious he was quite old.

First meetings are always strange in my job. Some of the most awkward interactions can turn out to be some of the best connections once you get in the room. So it was with our elderly friend. He had a strong upper class british accent, which always gives the impression of condecension, and this was definetly the impression I received. His first question to me was to ask if I was comfortable working with people of his age. I said of course I was, it would be rather unprofessional if I didn't. His session was straight forward wrestling, not too technical, more a bit of a tussel. He wanted no roleplay, and mentioned because of a bout of prostate cancer he could no longer get an erection or cum. Lastly he asked me if I enjoyed his type of session or just offered it as a service. I thought he would appreciate honesty so I told the truth, that it was in fact the latter and I would understand if he wanted to see someone else more interested in wrestling. He was happy to see me in the end and I donned a leotard and tights to feel the part.

Once up in the room it didn't take long for the tension to break and we had quite a fun time rolling about. He was surprisingly strong for an old guy, especially considering he was quite fraile when he tried to kneel down on the floor. His main kink you could say was lying closely together, body length to body length, legs and arms entwined while we both struggled to win control. In a way it was like having sex with your clothes on, the friction of the body being the main attraction, a type of frottage.

At one point I looked down and there was white powder all over my black leotard, and on the black wrestling mat. As I lay resting, trying to figure out what the white stuff was my eyes past the gentleman's legs and noticed they were extremely dry and flaky. Then it clicked, I was covered in this mans skin. It was both hilarious and repulsive at the same time. I've never seen a person mault before. Lol!

We had a few more wrestles and it was over. Not even a twitch from his nether regions. As he dressed we made small talk and he mentioned that he was 84yrs old. Shit, no wonder he was frail and flaky. I asked him if he would like a drink. He replied by saying "I'm going across the road for a beer, would you care to join me?". He had gone from a general dislike of me to trying to pick me up, an 84yr old was hitting on me. I declined, but thanked him all the same, it was after all only 11am. When he was leaving he thanked me and leant over, as he was a tall man, brushed my fringe aside and kissed me on the foreheand like an old grandpa. What a sweet old man.

Hello again!

I am very slack I know! *Bends over for spanking*

For those that don’t follow my personal blog things have been more than hectic of late. I’ve barely had time or energy to blog. I’ve left you all to your own devices for far too long so it’s time for an update.
In the last post I spoke about my chastity slave. He’s still going well. We’ve gotten him to 30 days of chastity twice now, and I’m thinking it’s time for me to push him even further. Most likely I will not allow him to cum the next session and perhaps allow him relief the following session after that.

I have been training him to take discipline and last session he received a mild caning. He did very well actually and even asked for a few more strokes. He also brought in a new toy for us to play with a Corona electrical sound, but unfortunately he didn’t have the appropriate attachments to get it working. He’s advised me he has recently purchase the right attachments and a cock base stimulator to use in tandem. I’ve only just started doing electro stim so it’s all new to me. I seem to chicken out way before the slaves do, which is because I hate electricity myself and just can’t work out how far to go, something that I guess will come with practice.

I got a rather interesting email from a chap the other day who seems to be one of those who believe females are the superior gender. Now this is completely fine and he made out how much he thought I was beautiful and wanted to worship me but he had a dilemma. He had come across my submissive profile and couldn’t tell if I was a REAL domme. He basically wanted me to convince him that I was the real deal and that he should submit to me. I actually got quite offended and told him he should learn more respect. I mean to even question a domme’s dominance is the highest form of disrespect in my opinion. I also pointed out that having not met the man how would I know if I wanted him to submit to me anyway. What a buffoon! I told him we would have to have a session to decide such things and I haven’t heard from him since. Just a wanker! As soon as you mention money they run a mile. Even if I was considering taking a personal slave I would at least have to have a few paid sessions so I knew they were serious and to test if the suited my needs. I don’t think that’s much to ask.


More to come shortly!