Dear ones,
I have a number of sissy girls doing distance training with me. I am proud of them all. They work hard, doing their very best to complete the lessons I give them. Thy learn to walk, talk, sit, curtsy, kneel, serve and most importantly obey! It is NOT easy being a sissy and distance training really tests a girls commitment and dedication. The lessons I set are individualized to each girls level of experience and personal circumstances, but still from time to time each one will find it hard if not impossible to complete a given task.
Having failed to complete a task the true test of a distance trainee is to accept the punishment given (if there is one,) and continue to move forward. It is all to easy to give up. A true sissy would never do that. Times of self doubt are natural, but giving up is not the way to move forward. Accepting that from time to time we all fail and using that failure as a learning tool is the ideal.
A sissy must be dedicated. I am proud of all my girls, because they trust in me, they give their all to their lessons and they are beauties, every one.
Saturday 17 November 2007
Tuesday 6 November 2007
Torment
Bound and helpless.
That is how I like to see a man. Unable to escape, ready to serve me. I light a candle and sit back, my heel resting in the back of his neck and I allow the candle wax to drip onto his back. His body tenses and the heat of the wax caresses his skin. Anticipation, waiting. When the next drop falls it catches him be surprise. He strains, trying it seems to hear the drop falling, hoping to prepare his body for its kiss.
Again and again. My pleasure toy. Taking my pain.
That is how I like to see a man. Unable to escape, ready to serve me. I light a candle and sit back, my heel resting in the back of his neck and I allow the candle wax to drip onto his back. His body tenses and the heat of the wax caresses his skin. Anticipation, waiting. When the next drop falls it catches him be surprise. He strains, trying it seems to hear the drop falling, hoping to prepare his body for its kiss.
Again and again. My pleasure toy. Taking my pain.
Sunday 4 November 2007
Bondage with a twist
Just the other day, I had the most amusing bondage session with a relatively new client.
Over the years, he had visited many professional Dommes, he had visited many local dungeons and would often indulge his passion for bondage when he was interstate and overseas on business. He had the feel of a ‘been there done that’ kind of gentleman. He expected nothing out of the ordinary. He wanted a bondage session. He wanted to be held, exposed, taunted and teased. He wanted it to be ‘real’, secure, he wanted to be unable to escape no matter how he tried and struggled.
It was with much satisfaction that I listened to his enthusiastic feedback at the conclusion of our session. He gushed about how he had never experienced a session that had left him feeling so ‘alive’. He fervently expressed his desire to experience this type of session again.
WHY WAS THE SESSION Soooo DIFFERENT?
Most dungeons are located in easy to reach central city districts, in industrial areas or inner city suburbs. Session are held in atmospherically lit rooms, themed rooms with candles, rich looking fabrics, stone walls or medical rooms. For his session, I took him into my largest play space. The Australian bush. My studio is located on a secluded private retreat, with plenty of bushland and privacy.
He was bound and helpless, spread eagled between two unyielding gum trees. Mother nature was at her most wicked best, the harsh sun licked at his tender exposed skin, he was indeed vulnerable and exposed. Blindfolded he knew nothing of his location. He could feel the wind on his face, the sweat trickling down his chest, he was helpless, at the mercy of mother nature, her biting insect hoards and me. The more he struggled against the bonds, the more he sweated, the more the insects bothered him.
I enjoyed the session very mush because for me, there is nothing better that making a session, REAL.
Over the years, he had visited many professional Dommes, he had visited many local dungeons and would often indulge his passion for bondage when he was interstate and overseas on business. He had the feel of a ‘been there done that’ kind of gentleman. He expected nothing out of the ordinary. He wanted a bondage session. He wanted to be held, exposed, taunted and teased. He wanted it to be ‘real’, secure, he wanted to be unable to escape no matter how he tried and struggled.
It was with much satisfaction that I listened to his enthusiastic feedback at the conclusion of our session. He gushed about how he had never experienced a session that had left him feeling so ‘alive’. He fervently expressed his desire to experience this type of session again.
WHY WAS THE SESSION Soooo DIFFERENT?
Most dungeons are located in easy to reach central city districts, in industrial areas or inner city suburbs. Session are held in atmospherically lit rooms, themed rooms with candles, rich looking fabrics, stone walls or medical rooms. For his session, I took him into my largest play space. The Australian bush. My studio is located on a secluded private retreat, with plenty of bushland and privacy.
He was bound and helpless, spread eagled between two unyielding gum trees. Mother nature was at her most wicked best, the harsh sun licked at his tender exposed skin, he was indeed vulnerable and exposed. Blindfolded he knew nothing of his location. He could feel the wind on his face, the sweat trickling down his chest, he was helpless, at the mercy of mother nature, her biting insect hoards and me. The more he struggled against the bonds, the more he sweated, the more the insects bothered him.
I enjoyed the session very mush because for me, there is nothing better that making a session, REAL.
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