Fabulous triple domme session

Had a fab triple domme session with Kitty, Sheba and myself, with some wonderful suspension and deep breath play at the end; can’t wait for the next one!

 

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My Spanking Bitch

My spanking bitch Peter came over today; and what fun I had with his bottom.

He quite often likes me more demur than domme, more like a district nurse punishing a naughty patient than hells goddess, but this time I thought I’d try some thing else, just to test him out.

He’s always intrigued me, he’s very well spoken, educated polite, a bit effete, and he arrived in Manchester around the time that a certain well known media organisation upped sticks from “that London”  to “the Northern Front”,  though he’s very cagey about what he does. I’ve speculated that he’s probably public school (hence the CP liking), Oxford educated (Balliol, he’s very clever), and PPE (Punishment Perfectly Educated as another slave came up with over dinner once, how alliterative!!

I love spanking, treating men like the little boys that they are, and seeing the naughty public schoolboy has become a treat. He’s clearly ridden with the hounds, so without saying, and guessing at a fantasy, when I opened the door, there I was clad in my best Harry Hall’s, an exquisite pair of white Equetech Breeches, that hugged my luscious long legs and pert arse superbly, and for full effect,  reassuringly expensive  Fleck Swarovski Dressage Whip.

Peter nearly wet himself at the sight of me, clearly I had guessed right, a deep rooted fantasy nerve had obviously been touched by my apparel; he blushed red, and the normally clipped tones dissolved into a nervous stammer “I, I, I  didn’t know you rode M, m, mistress”, but before he cold say more, I quickly gagged him, clipped a collar and lead on, gave him a quick swipe on the arse through his clothes.

Having undressed him, and secured him to the bench, I got into it!

I like to start with my hand, the feel of my firm palm on the flesh, and the satisfying sting and sound, and after ten of the plain hand, I put on my ridged rubber workman gloves, and give him twenty more. This is quite exquisite for me too!

Next up, the paddle, excellent for surface area coverage, and the reassuring whack as it hits. Peter is getting more used to anal play, so I put a small dildo in his anus, and used the paddle to drive it in, like John Henry’s hammer!

The paddle leaves the buttocks delightfully pink, and the crack of the wood makes my skin tingle, but still I want to give him more; I ramp up the pain on his arse with more frequent strokes, standing back so I cam get more of a swing going. The pink turns to red, and little welts start to appear.

Having tired of a bit of bottom ping pong, I decide to concentrate on a smaller area; I have a delightful short leather strap, mainly for cock punishment, and whilst you can’t get the same swing, it is perfect for finding inside the cheeks, and stinging the area around the anus.  It makes grown men cry, and beg me to stop, turning them into a quivering mass of aspic!

As this device soon tires my wrist, I move onto  the heavy  leather belt wrapped around my hand. I raise my arm up, and the first resounding thump comes right from the shoulder, in a controlled arc; Crash. The sound is a glee to my ears, I love CP!!! Peter gets full coverage all over his arse.

Having lost count with the belt, the nearest implement id the cane, and it only has a single purpose in life, to punish naughty slaves. Six of the best, with a lucky seven!

Peter is grunting with pain now, but I’ve not finished; given my attire, there is only one thing left, that riding crop. Elegant and refined (and that’s just me, as well as the crop.

I sit astride his back; I whip and whip to get him past the post, he’s lucky I’ve not stood up and given a full strike, as the tip bites, particularly on his muscled thighs, and if I’m clever, his balls. He nearly bucks me off when this happens, which makes me more determined.

Again I lose count, and all that ends it is both my arm cramping, and his need to return to work; I hope he’s not tied to his desk, he’ll have a permanent reminder of me if he is……

Hello Slaves my next visit to London will be on the 11th of December to the 13th, please call me asap to book your times as I am getting pretty booked, I will be bringing my Gas so all you gas loving slaves are in for you last Xmas treat. I am so looking forward to my last visit of the year and having you neal down and please me for the last time in London.

I will be returning in the 1st week of the new year, watch this space slaves.

Mistress Charlene. 

Wonderful Weekend

My most recent session with Mistress Charlene began two days before the event when Mistress fitted me with a padlocked, steel chastity belt so that I had to endure the discomfort and indignity of this cruel device for some thirty six hours before being released to begin the session.

An enema was administered and I was ordered to shower, following my incarceration. Mistress then chose a maid’s outfit for me, consisting of black, seamed stockings, suspender belt and heels, cute skirt with a flouncy underskirt and bra top over an unfeasibly large breastform. A blonde wig and scarlet lipstick completed the picture.

My ordeal began when I was blindfolded and strapped onto the hydraulic tilting and rotating wheel in the top chamber. I found this a tremendously frightening experience which was not eased by the vibrator inserted into my anus.

After what seemed an eternity, I was transfered to the gyno stool where my raised legs were bound and my hands were secured by fiendish, internally–spiked, inflatable mittens. Clamps were attached to my nipples ( to be enjoyed later as they were removed! ).
I was used as a human ashtray and was delighted when Mistress relieved the hideous taste by drizzling her saliva into my mouth. My discomfort continued through the use of electrodes on my scrotum and was then heightened as Mistress began to insert needles into my penis. I was ordered to count and thank Mistress for each one. I counted twenty seven! My anus was then stretced by the insertion of increasingly large dildos and finally by the use of the electric dildo, whist I was made to masturbate.

Despite my pathetic whimperings throughout the session, Mistress generously concluded by allowing me to drink her delightful Champagne through a funnel and tube.

Once again I can only marvel at the amazing skills of my Goddess.
Thank you Mistress.
Slave R.