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.
Showing posts with label bondage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bondage. Show all posts
Tuesday, 6 November 2007
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.
Monday, 10 September 2007
An honour
Recently I had the great honour of giving an instructional session to a Dominant lady who was totally new to the lifestyle and her boy. It was a genuine privilege and pleasure to work with this couple. The respect that they showed each other as they entered into what was a unusual experience for tribute to them both. He was an experienced submissive and pain slut, she was new to the lifestyle, although clearly NOT new to being a powerful and in control young lady.
To say that she took to it like “a duck to water”, would be an under statement. There were many aspects to this encounter that pleased me enormously.
Firstly, here was a young lady who was new to the lifestyle, but who was willing (if not eager) to embrace all that it can offer her. She showed great courage in her willingness to say, those VERY scary words, “I don’t know, please teach me.” That showed wonderful maturity and self awareness. NOT everyone who wants to enter this lifestyle is so wise.
The damage that can be caused by lack of knowledge is immense. Realizing that, this lovely lady sort out a teacher, placed herself in a position of vulnerability and asked for help. I admire and respect her greatly for doing so.
As we slowly worked though some basic aspects of bondage and discipline, she and her partner asked intelligent questions. She tried things out. Tested her limits and frankly, she blossomed!!
It was such a delight to see the GRIN that she wore as she left my studio to take her boy home to practice on.
More about this wonderful session later
Be good little ones
Mistress Strict
To say that she took to it like “a duck to water”, would be an under statement. There were many aspects to this encounter that pleased me enormously.
Firstly, here was a young lady who was new to the lifestyle, but who was willing (if not eager) to embrace all that it can offer her. She showed great courage in her willingness to say, those VERY scary words, “I don’t know, please teach me.” That showed wonderful maturity and self awareness. NOT everyone who wants to enter this lifestyle is so wise.
The damage that can be caused by lack of knowledge is immense. Realizing that, this lovely lady sort out a teacher, placed herself in a position of vulnerability and asked for help. I admire and respect her greatly for doing so.
As we slowly worked though some basic aspects of bondage and discipline, she and her partner asked intelligent questions. She tried things out. Tested her limits and frankly, she blossomed!!
It was such a delight to see the GRIN that she wore as she left my studio to take her boy home to practice on.
More about this wonderful session later
Be good little ones
Mistress Strict
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