Happy Days

I receive a txt from Mistress.  It reads, ”Come tomorrow, dressed. Expect to stay overnight.”

So who knows what is in store for me?  But I know what “dressed” means.  It means dressed as a woman. 

I think about what to wear.  It’s not always easy to get it right.  And then, I can’t turn up empty handed, so that means a little shopping first.

So I go out into town.  I know she has a list of wants on Amazon…. All sex toys, and pvc clothing.  But maybe I should get her something for herself… I know her shoe size, so I settle on a pair of mid height heeled shoes, classy, expensive.  And then I buy her flowers- from a flower shop, not something pre packed from Tesco’s.

Tomorrow dawns, and I dress.  I decide on the rock chick look.  Knee boots, short skirt, leather jacket.  I set off, nervous, but I go over it in my mind, and I think I’ve done everything I can.

I arrive, park and walk over to Her house.  She’s had me dressed outside so many times now, I hardly feel nervous. I arrive at her door and check my makeup in my pocket mirror.  I touch up my lipstick and ring the bell, once.  And then I wait.  These days I know not to become impatient.

Eventually She answers, and I greet her, “Good Morning Mistress, I have brought You some flowers, and a gift.

She dumps the gift wrapped shoes in the hallway, and tosses the flowers to one side.  I‘ll be finding a vase for them soon enough.

“I had a party here last night.  The place is a shambles.  Clean it.” She says.  “And put the flowers in a vase.”

I go and fetch the cleaning gear, and start.

It takes me all morning , and into the afternoon to clean thoroughly.  I regret bitterly the choice of clothes.  I’m hot and sweaty, and the heeled boots are killing my feet.  Having said that, I have higher heels, and at least I haven’t had my ankles or wrists chained together.

Mistress inspects my work, and finds only minor faults.  It’s hard to say if she’s pleased, but no punishment follows, so I have to assume that I’m getting better at cleaning to Her requirements.

“Good, laundry then.” 

I go to Her laundry basket.  There’s quite a lot, and much of it is hand wash.  So I get on with it.

I’m hungry, but best not to ask.  I work on, washing, drying, ironing.  It gets to about 6, and She hands me a dinner menu.

I cook for her, pasta with prawns, and a side salad.

I serve, and stand on one side of the room while she eats.

When she finishes, I light a cigarette for Her.  She smokes, and stubs the cigarette out in the remains of Her meal.  She places the plate on the floor.

“you may eat if you wish” She says.

I get on all fours and eat the remains of Her meal.  I swallow the cigarette butt- I know that She will not accept a dirty plate.

I wash up and then she tells me to go to bed.

The room I sleep in has no curtains, and a single bed with no covers.

I know the drill.

I strip, and lie down on the bed.  I leave the door open.  If Mistress wants to check on me, She can look in without having to open a door, I feel vulnerable, cold, but eventually I sleep.

I’m up early.  I make breakfast, and am allowed a slice of toast eaten directly from the floor, and half a cup of cold tea that Mistress has lost interest in.

She sends me shopping.  I have a list, and I no longer worry about who’s looking at me, I just bustle round the supermarket picking things up.  But I go through the self checkout system- it’s one less person to have to interact with.

I arrive back to find Mistress getting ready for Her afternoon’s work.

“tiffy, we have two visitor’s today, and you’re helping with them.  I’m glad you’re dressed like that, because a slightly dominant slut is exactly what I require.”

The first client arrives at 2:00, and I meet him at the door.

He almost panics and runs, but I frown at him and tell him to “Get inside, don’t waste Mistresses time.” He enters, and I show him through to the dungeon room.

Mistress comes in and he falls to his knees.  She makes him lick Her boots… and then She makes him lick mine.  He is stripped naked, and I bring him his outfit for the session- a tutu, a pair of black high heels and a black gimp mask.  I help him into them, and we strap him to a bench.

Apparently he likes a bit of caning, and Mistress flogs him.

I help her with a variety of tortures….. pinwheel, candles, a few blows to his balls.  Eventually it’s over, and She lets him masturbate onto the floor.

I take him by the shoulders, and force his face to the ground, and make him lick it up.

It’s hard to get him to leave.  Mistress leaves me to it, and I help him undress.  He just wants to talk, and he certainly can.

I almost have to throw him out the door, and just in time, because 5 minutes later the next client arrives.

He has no problem with me- in fact I’m rather concerned that he looks at me in a lustful way….

Mistress takes control of him and gets him stripped off.    She takes abuse to a new level with him, swearing at him, laughing at his dick.

She ties his balls to his ankles and then chases him round the room with a whip, laughing all the time.

She ties him up, suspended from the ceiling, and begins to kick him in the balls.  Over and over.  But he won’t say the safe word.

Eventually She tells me to have a go, and I kick him gently in the nuts.  This is a mistake on my part, as a riding crop lashes viciously across my buttocks.

“Do it properly tiff!” She hisses at me.

So I kick him hard. And again.  And again.

He is crying, sobbing uncontrollably.

I kick him once more, and he finally cracks.  “Enough Mistress., please.”

Mistress prowls round him. She is smoking, and blows some in his face.  Without warning she slaps his balls hard with her open palm.

He cries out, and begs again for her to stop.

“Please Mistress, they hurt.” He begs.

It’s nearly the end of his session, and  Mistress looks at me and smiles.

“I think you’ve been a bit hard on him tiffy.  You should make up for it.  Here rub this into his balls.”

She hands me a pot of cream.  “Go on rub it in.”

I kneel down and start to rub cream into his swollen balls.

This has the expected result, and he starts to become hard.

“Looks like his tiny dick needs some work too tiffy.”

I take my cue, and rub cream into his member which becomes fully hard, and throbbing.

“Now tiffy, lick it clean.  Start with his balls.”

I suck his balls into my mouth, and then work up his shaft, licking sucking.

“Don’t let him make a mess tiffy,” She says.

“We don’t want spunk on the floor do we? So take care of it please.”

I take his cock in my mouth, and start to move my lips up and down over the head.  He can‘t believe his luck- he certainly wasn’t expecting to get a blow job at the end of his visit.  It doesn’t take him long, and he shoots into my mouth.

“Hold it tiffy… let me see.”

I open my mouth to let Mistress see the hot spunk on my tongue.

“Now swallow it,” she says.  So I do.

We unstrap the client, and while he’s dressing, Mistress takes my hands, cuffs them, attaches them to the ceiling. 

“Before you go,” she says”, I don’t suppose you’d like to give him a couple back would you?  In the balls?”   She smiles at the client, and he knows better than to turn Her down.

He kicks me, hard, and I gasp, the pain is shocking.  It takes a while to permeate through my body, and then he does it again.  And again.

I feel sick, I can’t move, but he leaves.  Mistress turns the light off and leaves me in the dungeon, alone, attached to the ceiling, in the dark.

After an hour or so She returns.

She unshackles me, and says “Clean up.”  So I clean up. I scrub the floor, vacuum, polish.  I sterilise toys, hang up various toys, take used clothing and wash it.

It’s dinner time, I cook again.  This time I’m allowed a little dinner as it is cooked…. Except that Mistress spits on it repeatedly.  I get a drink too- a nice wine glass full of Mistress’ s pee.

And then it’s over, and I’m sent home.

Until the next time.

“You did well sucking cock today tiffy. I’m going to start offering you as an additional service that I can charge for.  So be ready for a call at any time.  Make sure you’ve got some nice red lipstick on when I call for you.”

I go home, tired, but content.  I have got through two days without any punishment.  I have helped Mistress to look after two clients, and I have been allowed to eat her spit and drink her pee.  Happy days.

Bondage & Ball Busting (CBT) Session

When he arrives he looks nervous. I hand him the contract and tell him to “Sign it!”
I order him to undress and then “Get to your knees, slave.”
I pace around him slowly, checking his position. Kicking his ankles further apart and grabbing his hair, to push his face down lower.  His whole body is shaking. I press My sole onto his trembling fingers.  As I do so, he moves his head slightly, with a temptation to look up towards Me. I immediately push his head down. “I did not tell you to move. Stay where you are. Quiet and still.”
I lean over him with a length of rope, loop it under his face and tell him to “Open your mouth.” I pull the loop between lips and teeth, before securing it behind his head with a single knot. “Now, bite down on that and get your head right down to the floor.”
I tie the rope next around his wrists. I grab his arms and pull them backwards, forcing him to balance on his knees and his head. I wrap one end of rope around one wrist, and secure it before repeating this with the other end around the other wrist. I then cross his wrists and tie them together, wrapping the rope around tightly several times to be sure that he cannot move.
I then work the lengths of rope down between his buttocks, wrapping each length once around each thigh before securing the rope with a single knot on each side.
Now that he is in position and bound, with a bit of rope between his teeth, partly to help to silence him, and partly for him to bite down to take what is coming to him, I reach for My first weapon.
I start off lightly. There is a 2 hour session ahead, and I do not want to tire My slave too quickly. The endurance of each slave is always put to the test, but even light slaps to the testicles can become painful if the slaps are persistent over a lengthy period. If he has any thoughts of this being easy from the punishment he is about to take, he is mistaken. If a slave requests a session of heavy ball busting, heavy ball busting is what he will get. My slaves always report the satisfaction of bruised blue balls following My sessions.
With My small soft leather flogger in hand, I lift his rear using the rope, and kick his feet even further apart for the easiest access to My target. As I lift him I notice that there is a semi erection, which must be rectified. I decide that the penis is going to feel My flogger as well. The whip will feel most painful wherever the skin is pulled tight, and nothing cures an erection quite like the sting of My flogger as it strikes with speed and force.
I lift one leg over him and sit on him, facing his rear. I pull up on the ropes with one hand, like pulling on the reins of a horse, and draw back My flogger in the other. And down it swings “kscht!”
I do not know if he winced. I had My full weight bearing down on him, so he was rendered motionless, whether the urge to flinch was there or not. Nor did I hear a single sound come from him behind Me. I do not say so, but this pleases Me. I enjoy it when I give pain which is received in silence. I lift the flogger again, and release it downwards with force, a little more force than the last lash, but not too much. I watch as the swift movement makes contact with his balls and the lengths of the tassels continue to travel underneath to make secondary contact with his already shrinking penis. I give him a total of 10 of these lashes, each a little more harsh than the last, before dismounting to fetch the next ball busting weapon.
This time, My leather hand paddle. The leather is soft, but this paddle is stiff, unlike the soft flowing tails of the previous flogger. I use the paddle to pull back on his testicles before pushing his ankles together this time. I am satisfied for now that the offensive, unsightly erection is gone. Now it’s time to start some ball beating. I wonder to Myself how blue I can make them before its time for Me to show him the door. With his buttocks high, ankles and knees together, and his balls trapped between his thighs for Me, I stand behind him and take aim. A more precise strike can be achieved with a leather paddle, or spanker. The hit creates more of a bump than a swish, the light sting of the flogger tails is replaced with the feeling of a full on hit. The feeling is exaggerated by trapping the balls between the legs this way. The first swipe causes his body to react. If they weren’t tied, his instinct would bring his hands down the assaulted area, and his body definitely weakens temporarily at the core. Barely 30 minutes into the session, and his balls are starting to feel the punishment they are receiving. After 3 hits of the paddle, they start to look slightly purple and slightly enlarged. This makes Me smile, and I continue on My mission for blue balls.  10 strikes of the paddle, and I step back to inspect My work. The blood is really starting to flow hard around the beaten area now and there is quite a colour change.
I kick his legs apart again, to allow the blood to flow more freely and to allow the pressure to release. I walk around him, checking the rope and readjusting his position. I stand for a while, with My stiletto heels close to his head. I can hear that although he is not making a sound, his breathing is heavy. I grab the rope at the back of his neck and force him into a more upright position. First I add a blindfold. I want the next thing I do to come as a total surprise to him. It takes his full concentration to keep his balance, especially now he is blindfolded. This should be enough to distract him while I take a short walk to the other side of the training room to collect a few things.
First I add a clamp to each nipple. This is really easy, as his nipples are enlarged and protruding from his torso. They must be sensitive as well, as there is a definite flinch from him this time, as I attach each one.
Then come the pegs. Lots of pegs. I have hundreds, many sizes and made of many materials. Today, I choose wooden ones. I grab his flaccid penis by the tip of the foreskin and pull. Once stretched, I start to attach the pegs. I add about 30 before I am satisfied. he won’t get hard now. I grab his hair and push his head back to the ground. A couple of pegs ping off with the movement. When pegs come off this way, they pinch. It is actually My preferred method of removing penis pegs.

Next, the cane. I part his legs again. his balls, now swollen and purple are an easy target from any angle. The cane supplies a good mix of sensations similar to both My previous ball busting weapons. The thin flexible cane provides the sting, while the shine of the cane snaps and slaps, and the solid material lands a good hard whack.  
“brace yourself, slave. Here come 10 for you.”

your PVC Fetish Mistress

I love to wear My PVC playsuit from My wishlist from one slave during a session for another. I enjoy the reaction I get from the purchaser of My new outfit when they see Me showing it off to another slave. My shiny patent stiletto shoes have the perfect pointed toe for kicking, a smooth finish, perfect for licking and a spike heel to be forced into My slave’s mouth. I may allow him to kiss them if he shows the effort to get them clean and does not let out a single murmur from My kicks to his balls. Any complaints at all from him, and it's not just My stiletto heels he will be receiving. My flogger is warmed up and ready to make contact with some pathetic slave butt.
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Foot Worship

i enter Your Domain, i sign my slave contract and i am ordered to strip, i do so, shaking as i remove the last of my garments.
i hear You laugh as You witness how small my penis is, i am ordered to my knees!
i obey without question and place my head on the floor, i hear Your heels clicking on the hard concrete floor as You walk to Your throne.
"Remove My right shoe" is Your command. i do as i am told, fearing punishment, i immediately smell the beautiful aroma of Your delicate feet as i remove the left shoe!
You stand up, walk around behind me and use Your unshod left foot to kick me hard in the balls. i scream with pain and enquire what i did wrong. "I ordered you to remove My right shoe and you remove My left, you idiot, you will pay further for that later, now do as you were told and remove the correct shoe before I really lose My temper with you!"
i do as i am told, my balls throbbing and stomach aching from where i was kicked, i can't believe how stupid i was to have made such a silly mistake!
The shoe is removed and again the beautiful aroma hits my nostrils and i get a stirring down below which hopefully cannot be seen by my Goddess! i await my next instruction when You pull me by my hair into an upright position and You see that i have become aroused!
"you will pay for that, too later!" You say and push my head back to the floor.
"Begin worshipping My right foot"
i do as commanded, kissing each toe, then each part of the upper foot, down the instep, kissing the heel, and finally the outside of the foot.
"Stop!" You cry "Let's take a look at you now!" i stay down, fearing if Mistress sees my full erection i will be for it! "Up you piece of shit!" you command, "Insolence in addition to stupidity, your punishment list is getting longer!" i lift my body and Mistress sees my full erection! "you clearly have no self-control, do you, even when I have you doing the most humiliating of tasks. you disgust Me, you should be ashamed!"
"Now carry on with what you were doing, and if the erection is still there when you are done then I WILL DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT"
i resume worship, this time Mistress lifts her foot from the floor and i begin sucking each toe as if it was a small penis, thank goodness Mistress doesn't know about my secret desires to suck real cocks i think as i am performing this task!!!
i then use my tongue to clean the sole of her right foot as it has got dirty from walking around barefoot.
"Stop!", You say, "now worship the left one!"
i begin, and repeat the process i performed on the right, kissing each toe individually, kissing the entire upper part of the foot up to the ankle, then kiss the incredibly shaped instep and around to the heel, before finishing off the top of the foot by kissing along the outside edge!
"Now suck!" i am ordered and again i suck each toe individually and clean in between the toes with my tongue before finishing by cleaning the left sole with my tongue
"Stop!" You say, "time for an inspection, if you are still erect I will kick You between the legs until the erection is gone, now stand up!"
i stand as commanded and my small erection is still there.
"I warned you, spread your legs wide and put your hands on your head!" i do as i am told
"this could have been avoided if you showed some self-control, be thankful I am showing you some mercy by not putting my shoes on, if it ever happens again that is exactly what will happen, for every cry of pain, you will receive one stroke of the cane after I am done with your erection, is that clear?"
"yes Ma'am", i say
You move behind me, i have no idea what is happening and expect to be kicked, but instead You place a hood over my head. Suddenly i feel a pain in my groin as the first kick is delivered, i didn't expect it and i cry out and collapse to my knees
"That's one stroke for the cry, and two strokes for not maintaining the position" but You didn't say that i protest!
"OK, then I'll double it, I now owe you six strokes of the cane! Now get up and get back in position for an inspection!"
i stand, spread my legs and put my hand on my head, surely my erection has now gone
"Oh dear", You say, "still erect, I shall carry on!"
The next kick catches me on the penis but misses the balls, and i feel a sting and my penis projecting upwards, i stifle a cry but maintain the position
"Seven strokes owed", You say "and I think we shall try a little rapid fire!"
"what do You mean?", i say
"Did I say you could speak? that's now nine strokes owed! you are not learning are you?"
The next kick comes hard in the balls, followed by three more in a row, again i scream out as the pain hits and collapse to the floor writhing in agony
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, unable to maintain the position for the 2nd time is triple the punishment for a repeat offence, so that's now fifteen strokes owed, plus one for the scream, actually it was a loud scream so we'll round the total up to 20, now get up and time for another inspection"
i rise to my feet with a searing pain deep in my stomach and feeling my balls swollen, now sure that the erection was gone as i was unable to feel it, i resume the position with my legs spread
"Better but not there yet I'm afraid! this is not good, not good at all, you have bruised My foot now so I cannot kick you anymore, you will pay for that I can assure you!"
"i am sorry Ma'am" i say
"you will be, for bruising My foot I will double the punishment and sentence you to 40 strokes of the cane, to be delivered without mercy! Now get back to your cell and await your fate!"

slave Story

i arrived at Mistress Eleanor's for the first time, nervous but so horny as she'd enforced a masturbation schedule that meant i hadn't cum for 2 weeks. As i entered Mistress had a look and aura about Her that would make anyone submissive, let alone a pathetic loser like me, i knew i was immediately under Her control. "Take off your clothes and fold them neatly, slave" Mistress ordered. i quickly did as i was told, but as i was so horny from my schedule i couldn't keep my erection down. Mistress laughed and said "That tiny cock better be soft in 10 seconds or its straight in the cage." "Yes, Mistress" i begged. i tried so hard but couldn't get soft quickly enough and Mistress ordered me to my knees, put a collar and leash on me and walked me to a tiny cage, only just big enough for me to fit in. i crawled in and heard the cage slam shut behind me. Mistress padlocked the cage and left me there for 15 minutes, cold and naked before returning to open a gap in the cage, so She could sit on Her throne and shove Her beautifully red painted toes and foot deep into my mouth making me gag. "I don't want to hear noise, slut" Mistress shouted. "Yes Mistress." Mistress then took Her two big toes and pulled my mouth wide apart whilst asking me "Who do you belong to, slave?" and "Why are you so worthless, slave?", and all i could reply, with a stupid gagged voice, was "You Mistress" and "i don't know, i'm sorry, Mistress" to which Mistress laughed. It was the most humiliating foot worship and it hadn't finished yet. Next Mistress put Her heel in my mouth and told me to suck on it. i did my best, but Mistress laughed more and just told me how pathetic i looked. i was so humiliated. Mistress must have decided to take pity on me as She allowed me out of the cage and reached for a vibrator. She hogtied and ball gagged me so tight i couldn't move. Mistress then began using the vibrator on my penis. i was so horny as i hadn't been allowed to cum for 2 weeks it only took me 2 or 3 minutes to get to the point where Mistress said "Are you ready to cum, slave?" i begged "Yes, Mistress" in my stupid gagged voice. At that moment, She switched off the vibrator and kicked me hard in the balls. i cried out in pain, but Mistress said "No, you say “Thank You”, slave. you still need much more training, you useless loser" "Thank You, Mistress" i apologised. "Good boy" said Mistress and kicked me again, hard, twice before standing up and saying "I will see you later, slave" before leaving me naked, hogtied, gagged and horny on her cold dungeon floor.

Severe Caning Session

I force him to strip quickly, and force his naked form to it’s knees. I have a selection of tools to hand. It is important to severely punish boys that have been bad. It’s for your own good. I first take a natural cane, quite thick and not too flexible. Gripping it in My gloved hand by the hooked handle, I take a quick swipe at his left buttock, immediately leaving a red mark. I send 9 further lashed towards the same spot. The immediate damage caused is not too much, but with such a heavy cane bruising will appear by the morning.
he must try harder to supress his need to call out. Although just a whimper, I demand complete silence. I pull back on his head and force a ball gag into his mouth to hush him. I pull on the buckled strap to make sure it is tight. A little too tight perhaps, but no sound shall pass. I give no verbal instructions. The only sound in the room is the gentle click of my wooden heels, the swish of My weapon as it moves through the air, and the twack of wood on skin as the cane reaches it’s destination.
My next weapon, a much more flexible cane, light in weight, but with the ability to break skin with the right wrist action and some strength and force to the blow.
I bring it down on his right cheek. I see the flesh move as the cane makes contact. The reddening is immediate, and his body jerks at the pain. I pull back on his hair, and stare into his face. A warning not to do that again, I am watching you. I bring down the cane 9 more times, and he only blinks. There is no blood. I push his head back towards the floor.
I pull down My riding crop from it’s place on the wall. I kick his kneeling legs apart. I tap the metal tip of the crop against his balls. I hear him draw breath, preparing for the harsh whipping of My crop. Standing behind him, with My legs apart, I begin to bring power and speed to the swing of My crop, first between My legs, and back between his, beating his balls with increasing intensity.

Trampling In PVC Thigh Boots

Fully dressed in PVC, including thigh high boots with stiletto heels I stand over him with My whip ready. I lift up My leg, and push My heel into his thigh. I feel him wince just a little, but he remains silent. I slowly walk around, the only sound is the steady click of My heels on the hard floor. Using My whip, I pull him by the neck until he is lying flat on his back. I lift My stiletto heels foot over his bare chest so that I am standing over him, My heels pinning his wrists flat to the floor. I rest one foot on his chest, and see the indentation where My heel rests. The dent deepens, as I transfer My weight, and up I go, standing one footed onto his torso. I order that he gives Me his hands, and I steady Myself, before pushing My other heel into his nipple. I move My foot around to change the pressure, which causes him to let out a little gasp. I whip him with My long leather bull whip between his legs, as a warning to remain quiet. Failure to do so will result in a ball gag being used.
I Lift My foot off his nipple and push My foot into his face, the sole of My boot covers is nose, and I push My heel into his mouth. After some kissing of My heels, I move the foot backwards, and step off him. I walk down to his feet, and push his legs apart with My boots. I tease his balls with the pointed toe of My boot, and he gives a little shudder as he anticipates My next move.
I stand on his balls, pinning the sack flat to the floor with My long spike heel. I stand on with full weight as I lift Myself back onto body, using it as a platform. I stand down, his body under My legs, and order him to “Roll Over.” I watch him squirm beneath Me as he shifts position according to My orders. I whip him 3 times on the buttocks for moving, then step on. Using My whip, I pull his head back, so I can see his facial expressions as he reacts to Me walking up and down his bare back. The marks from My heels growing deeper and redder with every step.