Well, little ones,
There has been so much that has happened since I have been "off the air" for the past few weeks with ISP trouble. So let me catch you up.
Firstly, and most excitingly (ooops, is that a word?) one of my girls, one of my distance training sissy girls (jennie from Hull in the UK) has been accepted by my dear friend Mistress Ava as her personal maid.
I am so excited for them both. jennie has been training with me for some time. She has been diligent and dedicated. Once she reached a level that I found acceptable, I was confident to make an introduction for her to my long standing friend Mistress Ava. When I use to live in England, Mistress Ava and I would terrorize the south East, LOL . Now she has 'settled down' in York and mentioned that she was in need of a personal maid. I made a tentative introduction, they met, and I am happy to report that things have worked out for them both better than I could have hoped. They are even talking about a live in position!!! I am so proud of jennie and happy for Mistress Ava. She deserves only the best and I am proud so say that with her dedication and efficient manner, jennie is becoming one of the best.
I am so very happy and proud. Over time I would love to find happy homes for all my girls in training. I have thought many times of starting a 'Match Makers service' for sissy girls. maybe one day, I'll find the time. happy sigh. A Dommes job is never done.
your,
Mistress Strict
Tuesday, 8 January 2008
Sunday, 6 January 2008
Greetings little ones.
Well, it has been an interesting holiday break for me. I hope you festive season has been a positive one, with lots of wicked toys being placed under your tree. Perhaps you have been bad and got a well deserved thrashing with holly leaves. (Oh my how prickly they are.)
Mistress has been off line for some time. My ISP has had a break down. It is STILL not working properly. I have had to resort to DIAL UP, oh can you belief it. How primitive!!!. One does not realize how many times each day one turns to the internet for assistance until you have been cut off from it.
I ask that you all be patient. I have a mountain of emails to go through. All who deserve one WILL get a reply, it just might take some time.
Donation to the ‘Get Mistress Strict a new computer and ISP’ will be graciously accepted. Email me direct for details on how to make your donations. :-)
Be well little ones,
Mistress will have more exciting news and views posted for you very soon.
For now, why not visir my site, www.strict.com.au and check out what's new there.
Well, it has been an interesting holiday break for me. I hope you festive season has been a positive one, with lots of wicked toys being placed under your tree. Perhaps you have been bad and got a well deserved thrashing with holly leaves. (Oh my how prickly they are.)
Mistress has been off line for some time. My ISP has had a break down. It is STILL not working properly. I have had to resort to DIAL UP, oh can you belief it. How primitive!!!. One does not realize how many times each day one turns to the internet for assistance until you have been cut off from it.
I ask that you all be patient. I have a mountain of emails to go through. All who deserve one WILL get a reply, it just might take some time.
Donation to the ‘Get Mistress Strict a new computer and ISP’ will be graciously accepted. Email me direct for details on how to make your donations. :-)
Be well little ones,
Mistress will have more exciting news and views posted for you very soon.
For now, why not visir my site, www.strict.com.au and check out what's new there.
Monday, 31 December 2007
technical difficulty
Greetings little ones,
Apologizes, but Mistress Strict is off the air temporarily as my ISP (Bigpond GRRRRRRRRR) is having some exchange problems in my area and I am waiting on a site visit from one of their geeks. oh well.
As soon as things are back on track, I will tell you all about my lovely Christmas new year holiday.
Be wicked
Mistress Strict
Apologizes, but Mistress Strict is off the air temporarily as my ISP (Bigpond GRRRRRRRRR) is having some exchange problems in my area and I am waiting on a site visit from one of their geeks. oh well.
As soon as things are back on track, I will tell you all about my lovely Christmas new year holiday.
Be wicked
Mistress Strict
Wednesday, 5 December 2007
Bare bottom spanking
Dear ones,
Is there anything more intimate, more erotic or more sensual than a good old fashioned bare bottomed spanking? Turing my boy over my knee, feeling his weight settle over my knees, feeling is breathe quicken, the warmth of his skin. My hand rubbing gently over his bare arse. The shiver of anticipation before my flat palm is brought down hard and fast across the exposed flesh.
I delight in seeing the rosey red colour rise, the first stroke producing pink finger marks, the more strokes the deeper the colour. The skin under my hand warms the more stroke I apply.
The moan of a boy as I rake my nails over his tender bottom. Oh the joy and delight a bare bottom spanking brings.
Is there anything more intimate, more erotic or more sensual than a good old fashioned bare bottomed spanking? Turing my boy over my knee, feeling his weight settle over my knees, feeling is breathe quicken, the warmth of his skin. My hand rubbing gently over his bare arse. The shiver of anticipation before my flat palm is brought down hard and fast across the exposed flesh.
I delight in seeing the rosey red colour rise, the first stroke producing pink finger marks, the more strokes the deeper the colour. The skin under my hand warms the more stroke I apply.
The moan of a boy as I rake my nails over his tender bottom. Oh the joy and delight a bare bottom spanking brings.
Saturday, 17 November 2007
it isn't easy
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.
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.
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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