Showing posts with label Bondage & Discipline. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bondage & Discipline. Show all posts

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

sissy in Bondage


Mistress puts me into bondage.
She gags me, a ring gag, blindfolds me.
My ankles are cuffed, and my wrists.
She puts me onto my knees, and pushes my face into the carpet.
I kneel, and she pushes a butt plug inside me.  Then she turns it on.

“Kneel tiffy.  And don’t move.”

I kneel, and I hear a click.  Even with my mask on I can sense the light has gone out.

It goes quiet, and I’m not sure if she’s still in the room.
I move my weight slightly.
“Don’t move tiffy.  I didn’t say you could move.”
She’s in the room with me.
i stay as still as I can.
i hear her draw on a cigarette- and then the smoke hits me in the centre of the ring gag.
i cough, and she laughs.
“you are pathetic aren’t you tiffany?  Look at your tiny cock.  I’ve had to buy a CB6000s for you.  The “s” stands for short.  You tiny cocked wanker.”
She blows smoke into my mouth again, and I tremble.
i hear her stand up, and walk round me.
“Don’t fidget tiffy, or I’ll keep you like this all night.  Wanker.
“Do you think it will improve when I let you stand up?  Because it won’t. As long as you are here with me you will be receiving no comfort, just humiliation and discomfort.  Because you are nothing but a cross-dressing sissy with a tiny cock.”
The butt plug makes my arse feel raw.
Drool is pouring from my mouth because of the ring gag.
My knees hurt, my back aches.
But it doesn’t let up.
She blows smoke in my mouth, whispers insults in my ear.

And I realise that the next 24 hours are going to be a constant torment.
It goes on, apparently for ever…..

“Stand up tiffy.”  I struggle up, and she removes my mask.

“Time for dinner,” she grins……


Thursday, 30 January 2014

Online slave Training Task Completed

CBT and Bondage

Take a roll of sticky tape, and stick it around your flaccid penis as tight as you can wrap it. Wrap it fully up and down the length, and underneath your testicles. Keep wrapping, and wrapping, all the way around until the tape runs out.

Once fully taped, take a photo of it and send it to Me via email. Keep the tape in place for no less than 60 minutes. Set an alarm if it will help. you may dress over the top if necessary.

Send Me another photo to My email when you have been wrapped for the full 60 minutes.

Send Me a 3rd email when you have unwrapped, and describe the physical and mental feeling of the release. Use as many or as few words as it takes for this description.

Do not masturbate or stimulate yourself in any other way.
I do not need a picture of your unwrapped penis.

Sunday, 29 September 2013

Foot slave

he kneels at My feet and I rest My stiletto on his thigh. he bows his head, and I lift My foot and dig the pointed 6 inch stiletto into his left nipple. he unbuckles My ankle strap, and gently rubs My ankle where the strap has been. I grind My heel to guide the rhythm. I give him a sharp jab, and tell him to “Remove it, and place it under My throne.”. he kneels back in front of Me, and I give him My other foot, pushing it into his chest.
With both shoes removed, I push his head down to the ground, and whisper into his ear “Fetch My boots!” he turns and crawls to the far side of the room, where My dirty boots lay in the place where I took them off this morning. he brings them to Me, crawling on all fours, and carrying them in his mouth. “Good boy”.
“Kneel low at My feet and tongue clean them. Do not get the dirt on Me when you put them on My feet.”
he lays them neatly out in front of Me before lowering his head. I sit on My throne, with My crop in My hand, and My feet rested on his back. I watch him clean them with precision, needing to crop his buttocks only when he slows to recover his mouth’s natural moisture. I crop him twice if I spit in his mouth to help him along. I am not always cruel when I see genuine effort.
“That will do. Untie the laces. Put them on for Me.” he struggles a little, weighted down by My legs and My feet. When he is ready, I allow him to lift his head, to lift My foot into the boot. I warn him to “take care and time to make sure they go on My feet properly and smoothly.”
I point My toe and slip My foot and leg into the long leather thigh boot. I push the heel into his chest, just below the nipple. As he pulls on the laces, each release shoves the heel of My boot up and into his nipple. My other foot pins the end of his cock down into his thigh, squashing and stretching the end. The further he works up My boot, the harder the struggle, and the deeper into his nipple My heel goes ……

Thursday, 12 September 2013

Forced Foot Worship

Forced Foot Worship

The contract is signed. he is Mine. I make him undress and fold his clothes neatly. he kneels naked in front of Me, his little maggot cock starting to grow. This will not do. I put on a hood so he won’t get distracted from his training. I bind his wrists together, and force his head down to the floor. I take a firm grip of My triple leather stinger, and spank him firmly across the buttocks. I can see his full testicles quiver, and I know that his penis is not as it should be.
I drag his body upright, and stand before him. Taking a black rope, I begin to tie his cock and balls. I take the rope over his shoulders to tie his wrists & arms, then his ankles, before finally, tying his still semi erect penis and throbbing balls with the last of the rope. “Head down!” With every inch of movement, the rope tightens. With his head on the floor, I kick apart his feet. “Wider!” I slap his balls with My spanker, even a light slap on his stretched skin makes him wince. Another two harder blows, he cries out this time. I spank his bottom for this.
I sit on My throne in front of him. Pathetic. More training required for this sub. “Now, kiss My feet.” I watch his struggle to get upright enough to reach My feet. I tell him to “Suck My toes.” and force his head down onto them, My toes in his mouth. Struggling to balance in this position, he whimpers as he obeys My orders. I kick his face to shut him up, and rest My feet on his back and watch him trying to impress Me. he doesn’t. he is such a stupid, pathetic little shit. I already know he will need more training, more discipline, more punishment.

Friday, 9 August 2013

Bondage & Discipline for sissies

Harsh Mistress in extreme caning session

Difficulties arise that must be overcome when undertaking combined training for feminisation/sissification and Bondage and Discipline. The sub must remain sufficiently girly, in lingerie & heels, whilst being restrained in bondage. Applying pretty lipstick, just before having a ball gag thrust into the mouth, wearing a blindfold over fresh eye liner and mascara. These are minor points to consider, that require practical training to overcome.
A more difficult problem is the use of ankle restraints and ankle spreaders while wearing heels. Full time sissy girls have the advantage of being better balanced in heels, through continued wear. Part time sissy girls pay the price for the breaks in their sissy lives. With steady and regular training, there is no reason why any sissy, of any age, size, or experience level, can’t learn the techniques required, to balance in heels, blindfolded, wearing an ankle spreader bar, for any period of time required. Even long periods in bondage will begin to take less concentration on the technique, allowing sissy girls to become real girls in the mind, and eventually entering into deep sub space.