Not all human puppies are subs. There are alphas, betas, the list goes on; however, my precious little Paul is definitely submissive. Not his real name. I know. I’m a sucker for alliteration. What can I say? It’s my blog, my sub and I’m a damn Dominatrix. I’ll do what I want. 😈 Paul describes his puppy time as an intense submersion into another head space. He can completely lose himself for a while, abandoning all inhibitions and anxieties as he becomes this snuggly creature. He’s formed a deep bond with me, like a dog and his Owner. With any beloved pet, it’s important that he receive regular walks, strict boundaries, obedience training, praise for a job well done, delicious treats, and lots of cuddles. Paul’s puppy play is as necessary for him as breathing. 🐺
My adorable pet is about 5’5″ tall. His shoulder length, brown hair streaked with red highlights makes me think of a friendly golden retriever, but he imagines himself as a fluffy ball of fur like an Eskimo Spitz or a Bichon Frise’. He has a soft, somewhat chubby physique which only makes him more squeezable. When he was safely through my front door, he obediently dropped to all fours. I patted his head, then divided his locks into two equal sections. I tied each side into cute “puppy dog ears”. I gave each a quick scratch. “That’s my good boy,” I crooned. “Get undressed so we can get you ready for your walk. I know my little sweetie needs his exercise.” 💝
Paul stripped naked. I helped him into his paws and knee pads to prevent bruises. I’m not a cruel Mistress. 😜 I placed a bone gag in his mouth to remind him he can’t speak. I love the one I found on Pinkcherry.com. It helps put Paul in the right frame of mind.
It was time to insert his tail. When we began our search for his ideal appendage we couldn’t find an actual “puppy” tail to Paul’s liking. Then I discovered just what we needed: a white, faux fox fur vibrating anal butt plug with remote. The fluffy white fur fits the image Paul holds in his mind, while enhancing the experience with 3 different vibrating speeds I can control. I lubed the plug then shoved it home. Paul panted, absorbing the intense pulsations filling his ass.
I massaged his flanks, hugging him close. “My darling baby likes that doesn’t he?” Paul gave me his best version of a tail wag and nodded his head.” I fastened his collar snugly around his neck, attached the leash and led him to the back door. “Let’s go for a stroll, sugar,” I said, as I guided him around the yard. 🐩
Paul trotted across the lawn, flaunting his fuzzy hindquarters. I turned up the dial on his plug, laughing as he sashayed around my patio, his dick growing hard. I chastened, “No, no, my little puff ball. Put that red rocket away.” I pulled him back in the house. “You need a time out to calm down. I’ve not given you permission to have a hard-on yet. I want you to go in your kennel and take a short nap while I prepare for some indoor fun.” At my direction, Paul crawled into his cage, making himself comfortable as possible within it’s confines. I set the timer for a 15 minute snooze, made sure he had his blanket, then locked him in for a brief respite.
I gathered the toys I needed for the last half of play time. I filled his bowls with food and water. When the alarm sounded I was all set. I unlocked his crate and called him to my side. I patted his head, praising, “Good boy. I’ve got a treat for you.” I removed his bone gag and pressed my palm to his mouth. He gobbled up his favorite cherry licorice bites. Paul laid his head on my feet, sighing in appreciation. I massaged his body, working out any kinks that might have been caused by the tight space. “C’mon boy,” I coaxed. “Who wants to play fetch?”
Paul jumped to his feet, excited for the new game. He wiggled in anticipation. “First things first, baby. I’m going to ensure you behave properly. Mama’s got a surprise. Stand still while I put it on you.” I showed him the pretty pink chastity device, complete with lock and key. I gently enclosed his flaccid penis, making sure it stayed that way. “There. You look lovely.” I pocketed the key, grabbed Paul’s frisbee, his tug-of-war rope and his tennis ball. “Let’s go play.” 🐾
Paul bounded through my living room, chasing and retrieving until he was out of breath. He was such a happy puppy. I squeezed his plump cheeks, cooing in a sing-song voice, “That’s my good boy.” He rolled onto his back and I scratched his tummy. I whispered, “I think it’s cuddle time.” Paul followed me into the bedroom. I climbed into my downy haven. Paul curled up against my warm thighs. I released his cock from it’s prison. It didn’t take long before I felt it hard against my leg. I peered down into pleading eyes as he whimpered softly. “Ok, buddy. You’ve earned it. Lick away.” 👅 I reclined into a mass of pillows as Paul burrowed his face against my cunt. His practiced tongue laved my clit as he worshipped my pussy. Soon his efforts were rewarded as I drenched him in my juices. When I recovered from my trip to heaven, I cradled Paul in my arms. “You deserve a special treat.” 🍰 I brought out my Satisfyer stroker for a combination of heat and vibration guaranteed to blow his mind.
The sucking effect of the stroker in harmony with the pulses of his butt plug tail sent him over the edge. He exploded in a frenzy, howling as he came. Paul fell into the shelter of my embrace. Safe and secure with his mistress, my treasured pet found peace….
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Mistress Victory Von Stryker’s Sensual Delites
Panty worn and used during session.
As always, be good to yourselves and others. Karma is a bitch.
Yes, here I am again using the word Goddess in reference to myself. It’s not a title I asked for. Do people fall at my feet in supplication? Yes. Do subs beg to worship at my altar? Yes. Do my followers confess their inner demons? You better believe it. It’s the crown bestowed upon me by my dedicated minions. My little Susannah craves the escape, the release, the freedom she finds when she lays her burdens at my door. When she gives me control of her mind and body, she finds peace and understanding. Who am I to argue? Early one morning she called me in tears. Her world was out of control. Her mind clouded in chaos. She couldn’t concentrate at work. Projects fell by the wayside. She needed discipline. She needed clarity. She needed her Goddess. We set the date. I assured my little dove helpwas coming.🌞
Susannah arrived on time. She dropped to her knees, waiting for my instructions. I stroked her long red hair. “That’s my good girl. I’m going to make it all better. You’re going to tell me everything that’s wrong during our time together. I promise when we’re finished today you’ll be back on track. Leave your worries with me.”I took her hand and helped her to her feet. I led her to my playroom where my spanking bench waited.Susannah removed her clothes, revealing her curvy figure.Her creamy skin glistened as I bent her over the plush frame of the Obeir Bench from liberator.com. I fastened the restraints to her delicate wrists and ankles.The lovely peach of her ass now perfectly positioned for the punishment she desired.💛
I stepped back to admire the pretty picture she made, sprawled over with her butt in the air. Susannah’s full breasts hung like ripe fruit. They begged to be adorned. I caressed her plump buttocks, then trailed my fingers over her satiny flesh, reaching her blushing nipples. They puckered nicely as I attached silver, weighted clamps to the pert pair. Susannah moaned, loving the feel of their pinchingteeth.🌟
For me, people are living canvases on which I express my art. Different shapes, sizes and textures. I appreciate them all. Here was one of my favorites. Susannah’s pale skin, the perfect backdrop for painting colorful blooms. I squeezed her juicy globes. “Are you ready, little dove? Tell me Everything”, I commanded.👠 Susannah inhaled deeply, “First, I keep getting to work late. It’s no excuse but I haven’t been sleeping well, so I justcan’t seem to get out the door on time.” Whack! ⚡ I struck without warning, landing the first blow squarely across her left butt cheek.She hissed at the sting but kept talking.I gripped my paddle, targeting the right side as Susannah continued. “Then the other day, I snapped at a client who was getting on my nerves, and the lady told my boss,” she griped. Crack! ⚡ A fierce red imprint blazed across her ass.I chided, “Bad little bird. You know better, and don’t whine. It gets you nowhere with me. You were wrong. Now say it!” I demanded.💥
No stranger to these sessions, Susannah humbled herself before her Mistress. She sobbed, “I was wrong! I’ve had a bad attitude. It’s my fault! My temper has been short and it’s affecting my job. Not just my job, but my personal relationships too.It’s me. I’m the problem.” She dropped her head. I ran my fingers through her crimson locks, enjoying the silken strands. “Doesn’t it feel good to admit the truth? To face your shortcomings?” Susannah nodded as I massaged her temples. She groaned, soaking in the blissful sensations. My paddle has a very special handle, and she knew what was coming. This nifty find by Tantus, on liberator.com, has a smooth shaft ending in a six inch, bulbous dildo. I plunged it deep inside her dripping wet pussy, rewarding her subjugation.💝 “That’s my good pet”, I praised, thrusting the pole rhythmically as she writhed in ecstasy. I squeezed her bountiful breasts with my other hand, evoking sounds of rapture from the gorgeous creature.🎶
Her cries of pleasure increased under my deft ministrations. “No, No. You can’t come yet, little girl. Tell me what’s really going on. What lies beneath that bad temper? You said you aren’t sleeping. Let’s go below the surface, love. You’re not finished confessing your sins”, I chided. I removed the handle from her slick sheath, stopping to grab more toys.Her breathing slowed. Her body calmed. Susannah resumed her unburdening. “Like I said, I’ve been snapping at everybody. I’m overwhelmed and spread too thin. When I try to sleep, my mind whirs, counting all the things still on my plate. Before I know it the alarm goes off, and I’ve been up the whole night. I need a break but I don’t want to let anyone down.” I wiped away her salty tears with the tip of my tongue. They were yummy. I caressed her face. “I have a few more gifts for you,“I whispered in her ear. 🎁
I moved where she could see the implements of delight. I drenched the first present with lube, readying it for entry. I’d chosen the Cal Exotics Santa Monica Starlet thumping G-spot vibrator. I knew from experience the intense pleasure this toy delivers. My Susannah was in for a treat. With 10 amazing settings, I was about to rock her world. I slid it home, watching it disappear inside her wet pussy. “Keep talking, love. You’re doing so well”, I encouraged as I pressed the button for thumping pulsations. Susannah, moaned as her passion bloomed.💐
Endeavoring to obey, distracted by the thrusting vibrator, Susannah wailed. “Lately, everything seems to be spinning out of control. I’m lost. It seems like I can’t do anything right. The only time things feel okay, the only time I’m grounded is after I see you. I need you to steady me.” My little pet sobbed as she reached for orgasm. “Bad little turtledove. I didn’t give you permission to cum. Slow it down. I’m not finished with you,” I directed. I inserted my middle finger inside the rose of her anus, fingering her hole while reducing the speed of the pulsating vibrator. Two more digits readied the way for my next surprise. I stretched her wide as her lovely ass accepted my b-vibe butt plug. The rotating beads wove a rimming sensation as she lost herself in double penetration. She was almost ready to explode. 🌋
The beautiful Susannah trembled. Her cries echoed throughout the playroom. “Hold on a bit longer, angel,” I demanded. “It’s time to cleanse those sins, to banish that negativity. Repeat after me: “Any dark or negative force may now return to it’s source. I am free. So mote it be.” I lit a black candle, then placed a full length mirror in front of her, so she’d have a clear view. She followed along, gazing into her own eyes. The sudden slap of leather sent her over the edge. I pelted her ass in time to her chants. Her volume increased as my Dalby spanking strap added that perfect taste of pain. ⚡ Her body convulsed and she gushed, cumming in waves. She screamed her thanks to the heavens. 🙏 I kissed her forehead as she tumbled to earth.I released my worshipper from her bonds. I guided her to a soothing coconut milk bath. Susannah sunk beneath the water, relaxed, renewed, and whole once more. 🏖
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I’m sorry I’ve been away so long. I’m back, bitches! Seriously, thanks for tuning in to the final installment of my Hypnosis Role Play session with the beautiful Cameron. Remember, this adoring slave of mine has the body and face of a well-endowed Greek god. Lucky for me, he worships his Goddess in wonderful ways. Thank you to my devoted sub for allowing me to share our time together. Let’s return to our story of a misguided patient who got more than he bargained for from Doctor Victory Von Stryker:
Cameron took to the bit willingly. As his teeth gripped his gag, his mind cleared. He felt weightless. Every session with Doctor Von Stryker left him renewed but today. though bound; he felt free. He surrendered his burdens to the Doctor, along with his will. His arms ached. His muscles burned, but he felt alive. Still deeply entranced, he gazed into Doctor Von Stryker’s eyes. He patiently waited for further instructions, smiling dreamily. He gave her full control, craving the discipline he knew he deserved.
The Doctor pointed her crop. “Today I’m introducing you to Aversion therapy. You will associate certain words, phrases and even ideas, with negative stimuli. We have used a mild form of this already. Your brain is trained to imagine poison when you think about smoking. I’m turning things up a notch. A whole new set of punishment and rewards. Meet your new friend, the Violet Wand.”
“I’m going to repeat your offensive words and then I’m going to shock you, Cameron. I’m not going to lie, it’s going to hurt, but in the end you’ll know in your bones, disrespect yields agony. I’ll reward obedience and good manners with ecstasy. She ruffled his hair. Just remember this long journey of pain leads to pleasure beyond compare.” She laughed at the mix of terror and anticipation hidden under his lashes.“I’m not your doll, Cameron!” She pointed the wand, and snap! His left nipple suffered a direct hit. His body jerked in surprise. The bit kept him silent but tears soaked his cheeks. Doctor Von Stryker gently wiped them away, caressing his skin. “Don’t call me Babe, Cameron! It’s inappropriate!” The wand crackled. He shook in his restraints as his right hip blazed under it’s searing touch.
“Cameron, Never comment on my appearance!” She zapped his balls, sparking his flesh. Cameron writhed under the Doctor’s glare. He both feared and craved her next move. Doctor Von Stryker stalked closer. Her nails grazed his burning sack. She pushed her chest into his face as she placed a cold compress across his brow. “Your doing very well. Hang in there,” she encouraged as she strutted towards his feet. “No Doll! No Babe! No leering stares! No Comments!.” Violet light stung his left arch, then the right. Cameron’s jaws clenched his gag. Every nerve screamed in anguish. The Doctor chuckled at a job well done. Massaging a path towards his groin, She praised, “The difficult part is over. You’ve been a very good boy. Such compliance deserves a reward.”
She stroked his cock, loving how fast it grew in her hand. All 10 inches stood proudly before her, glistening like velvet steel. “Very nice, pet. That looks delicious.” The doctor stopped to search her bag of tools. “I have a few more toys for you. I think these will be more to your liking.” She spread his legs wide, stepping between for better access.
“These are filled with lube. I’m going to inject one up your butt.” She squeezed the trigger, plunging it deep. She presented her next gift. “This lovely prostate massager thrusts and rotates at my will. I think you’ll enjoy the effect.”
The Doctor pushed it home, dialing the remote to it’s lowest setting. Cameron moaned under his bit. The thrusting, twisting bliss almost more than he could stand. Doctor Von Stryker returned her attention to his rock hard dick. Her silky hand pumped him vigorously. The vibrator churning his prostate to life. Suddenly he exploded with an intensity he’d never imagined. His torso drenched in salty rain. “Excellent Cameron! I’m so proud of you.” Victory’s eyes sparkled with delight.” She kissed his temple, taking a moment to cuddle him in her arms.The Doctor cleaned away the evidence of her new treatment plan. She soothed his skin with a healing balm. She removed his restraints, and directed him to get dressed. She put away her naughty tools. Doctor Von Stryker whispered, “Cameron, I’m going to count backwards from 10. You will forget about what happened here today. You will remember bad behavior means torture. You’ll awake feeling rested and refreshed. 10, 9, 8…..”
Cameron blinked as he rose from the couch. Doctor Von Stryker perched on the edge of her desk. Not a hair out of place. Clothes perfectly pressed. “How do you feel Cameron?” She tapped her pencil against her knee. “Doctor, I feel great! When can I schedule my next visit?” Looking down at her calendar, she grinned devilishly, already planning their next adventure….
That concludes my hypnosis role play session with gorgeous Cameron. Thanks for reading. I sincerely hope it was enjoyable for you, my lovelies. All of the toys and tools in this post can be found on the ever wonderful site, Pinkcherry.com. They offer great discounts and often, free gifts. Make sure to check them out.Also for your very own Mistress Victory Keepsake, buy my used panties worn during my BDSM sessions. Stay tuned for my next story. I live to entertain.
When I left you fine folks hanging, the Doctor had inspected Cameron from head to toe. She straddled him on a soft, luxurious chaise from liberator.com. She unlocked hidden treasures and cuffed him in place. He was completely helpless and at her mercy. Let me tell you about Cameron’s beauty. He’s several inches above 6′ tall. His hair is thick and golden like the sun. His eyes are brilliant turquoise pools. His skin is tanned and flawless. He’s perfectly sculpted with the lean thighs of a runner. His cock, when erect is 10 inches and as thick as a fist. He’s the ideal plaything. At this moment he belongs completely to Dr. Von Stryker. Don’t forget this was a role playing session. I know all of his soft and hard limits. I understand what he can handle. He’s aware that at any time he can slow things down or stop the session completely with a word or a gesture. Let’s continue:
The Doctorstripped off her blood red blouse, revealing a black lace bra. She flung that away as well. She hiked her skirt higher. Her natural D cups swayed as she dug her knees into his sides. Rising over his supine form, Victory palmed his cheek, then turned his face to hers. “I’m taking a firmer hand with you Cameron. Today we’re going in a new direction. You need to realize I’m the Expert. I’m the Professional and I’m the One in Control. You have not been following directions or doing your homework. You are disrespectful, oppositional, and frankly, somewhat obnoxious. I’m done with your attitude and your back talk. Beginning now, it all changes. You’re trapped with no place to go. You may be an attractive man, my dear, but you’ve relied on those looks too long. This session is about behavior modification and aversion therapy. I’m going to mold you into a decent human being before this day is out. Do you understand me?” Cameron was both shocked and excited. His heart pounded. Sweat trickled from his pores and his lovely cock began to rise. Victory reveled in the powerful emotions consuming her body. She gathered a fistful of blond locks, pulling him in for a quick nip on the nose.The Doctor dismounted. She stepped out of her pencil skirt, leaving on her matching black panties and the kitten heel shoes she wore to work. Dr. Von Stryker faced her victim. Armed with a shiny,new riding crop she teased, “Do you like what you see?”Cameron nodded vigorously. Victory pushed her tits towards his lips, daring him to taste, then moved out of reach.
“Not so fast, little boy. You have some seriously bad habits that need breaking, and I’m just the Doctor to do it. When I’m finished with you, you’re going to be polite, gracious and courteous. You will neverdisrespect anyone. Isn’t that correct, Cameron?” Doctor Von Stryker punctuated her statement with a sharp whack to his prick. Cameron yelped at the punishing surprise.He lowered his eyes, answering humbly, “Yes, Doctor, I’ll try.” Victory pointed her weapon. “No, Cameron, you won’t try. You will succeed. I won’t accept anything less.”She unlocked a nearby chest. She chose a few tools, arranging the instruments across her desk.Then Doctor Von Stryker grabbed her crop and stalked her prey.
Facing her bound captive, the Doctor detailed her new treatment plan. “Cameron, it’s inappropriate for you to call me doll. You know that right?” She paused, waiting for his affirmation. His head dropped lower. “Yes Ma’am, he muttered.“Don’t mumble when you speak to me,” Victory admonished. “Also, you will no longer remark on my appearance or any part of my body. I’m your Doctor. You will conduct yourself accordingly. Do you understand Me?” Tucking his chin, Cameron whispered, “I didn’t mean any harm, Doc. I was just trying to show my appreciation.”This time the crop snapped across his balls. His eyes winced at the sting of the crop, tears bathing his face. He writhed uselessly against his restraints. There was no escape. “Cameron! You’ve earned your lessons in punishment. You will strive to obey. You will address me as Doctor Von Stryker, or Doctor. You will submit to me in every way. If not, you will suffer the consequences.Don’t say a word. As a matter of fact, I’m tired of hearing your voice. I have just the thing to ensure your silence.“
“I’ve selected a few things especially for you. When I’m done with you if you even think about misbehaving you’ll relive the agony you experience today. I won’t leave marks. You’ll be instructed to forget the details of this session but the pain will live on.A nagging fear tugging at your brain, forever warning you to stay in line.Starting with this bit gag/nipple clamp combo.” Cameron paled as Victory buckled the leather gag to his neck and attached the clamps to his budding flesh. “I’m warning you. If you try to bite, spit this out or talk, it’s going to hurt.If you endure your trials like a good boy I will reward your compliance.She trailed her nails along his chest, watching as goosebumps decorated his muscled torso.Cameron felt strangely relaxed and optimistic as he surrendered his will.…
I know this is a long one guys. Be patient. I will do my best to conclude it tomorrow but I wanted to get something out tonight. I found all my fun accessories on Pinkcherry.com. I adore them. Check them out. You can find so many cool things at reasonable prices. Until we meet again.
I cannot wait to tell everyone about my Naughty Adventures this week. I promise I’ll finish sharing cameron’s story as well. Believe me when I tell you I thoroughly enjoyed putting him in his proper place (under Me 🌟)
I’ve been so busy punishing bad little playthings and trying out new toys; educating myself on new techniques. I do so love my job.❤
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I mentioned in a previous post one of my faithful subs asked me to tell his story. He requested a session where I am a Psychotherapist he visited for help to quit smoking. While under hypnosis, I take advantage of my power position and make him do all sorts of things. It was super fun and satisfying for both of us. The key to BDSM Hypnosis: You must have complete trust in your Domme or it will not work. If you surrender to the experience, you will find true bliss. Though this was a role play I’m going to present it to you in the narrative. Let’s see what happens. The Doctor is in 😁
Doctor Von Stryker is in her office preparing for her next patient, a 35 yr old male with a chain-smoking habit. He’s coming in for Hypnosis today as his preferred method of treatment. The Doctor crosses her legs as she reflects on their last appointment. She reads a note she made for herself after his session. ( Patient X has a tendency to speak inappropriately. Needs to be taught a lesson). She giggled internally. That’s a note she doesn’t want her fellow Physicians to read, nevertheless; it was true. Time after Time, over and over. She was a leader in her field, a Master at helping others conquer inner demons. Still, some guy would call her doll or honey or sweetheart, as if it was his genuine right. It never ceased to amaze. This time Dr. Von Stryker had a plan to get even. Oh she would still lead him out of his haze of nicotine addiction, but there would be a few changes to his treatment. She smiled wickedly. Just then, he knocked on the door. The Doctor rose, smoothing her black pencil skirt. She welcomed her client in her Professional manner, directing him to the leather chaise.
Her patient, let’s call him Cameron; sank back into the buttery softness. “Looking good, Doc. I like that skirt.” That’s 1,thought Dr. Von Stryker.Outwardly, she ignored him, seating herself in her favorite chair. “Let’s get started, Cameron. How did you do with your journal this week?” She raised one brow, tapping her pen lightly on her knee. “Nice legs, doll,” quipped Cameron. Ignoring the Doctor’s disapproving scowl, he said, “Well Doc, it’s like this. I cut back from 4 packs a day to 3 last week but I forgot to write it down.”That’s 2. Victory checked another imaginary box. She took a minute to re-center. This man was seriously trying her patience. “So, what I’m hearing is you made some progress but you neglected to do your homework.”The Doctor brandished her pen, stopping to write in her note pad. She chided, “We’re going to have to address this need of yours to avoid doing the work.”Appropriately chastened, Cameron hung his head.“Sorry Doc.” “That’s better”, she smirked. He missed her evil grin, settling deeper intohis snug berth.
If he knew the surprises hidden below, he might not have relaxed so easily. His brain, trained to respond to Dr. Von Stryker’s soothing tones, began it’s subtle shut down. “Now Cameron, remember to focus your gaze on the Prism directly in front of you. Let your mind go and listen to your breathing.” Victory led him through each step, asking for his consent and submission to her control. He gave it willingly, with complete trust in Doctor Von Stryker. They followed their normal routine. He pictured the poison label with skull and cross bones. All the usual stuff. His spirit floated, deeply entranced. She had him right where she wanted him. “Cameron, can you hear me?” she whispered in his ear.He nodded, melting into the leather. “How do you feel? Where is your comfort level?” “I feel great, Doc. More rested than I have in weeks.”His chest rose and fell with each healing breath. “That’s a good boy,” she praised. “I want you to take off your clothes and lie back down. Will you do that for me, Cameron?”He inhaled sharply, but without hesitation he disrobed, dropping his clothes on the floor. Quickly he resumed his supine position, his body on display before her.She circled the chaise, examining his frame from top to bottom. She patted his head, indicating her approval. She went so far as to open his mouth, inspecting his teeth and gums. Her right hand travelled the length of his body, gripping his muscled calf, eyeing his growing cock. “Nice specimen. Excellentlines. Quite the fine stallion. Your arms are heavy. Why don’t you drop them by your sides?” His hands fell like bricks.The Doctor revealed the restraints beneath him. Soon Cameron was shackled, completely exposed and at the mercy of Dr. Victory Von Stryker. The Doctor straddled her helpless client. “Now”, she crooned. “Let’s get to work”….
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When I left you lovely readers, my gorgeous prince was on his back, hands and feet cuffed to my four-poster bed.Our eyes locked in passion. I spread his glossy black hair like a fan across the satin sheets. His pale skin glowed with perspiration. Energy pulsed the room like a bass drum.The fire blazed in those hazel orbs.I ran my fingers down his luscious body, pausing to grip his muscled thighs. “MMMM”, I uttered before traveling to his toes. I fingered the arches with my nails. He tried to jerk away but was prevented by his restraints. Still he was quiet.I chuckled to myself. Someone is ticklish.
I selected my Wartenberg wheel. I rolled the metal up his legs, over his thighs, along that hard cock greeting me at attention.The wheel moved across his six-pack abs, journeying to his erect nipples.I zinged the teeth over the sensitive flesh. From the corner of my eye I saw his dick jerk. Good for me :). A little more flogging to color his skin that perfect rose. Japanese drip candles lit the fuse with their warming rain.
It was time to turn up the intensity. I grabbed some toys to notch up his pleasure. First I chose my remote controlled rotating butt plug. I slowly pushed it inside him, keeping it on a slow steady vibe. His eyes bulged as his body adjusted to the new sensation. I watched him carefully. I waited for the subtle tells that he was relaxing into the moment.His breathing steadied. The rise and fall of his chest slowed, surrendering in bliss. I moved closer to his handsome face. I showed him the knife in my hand. My new shiny and beautifully crafted athame. The jeweled hilt glistened as I turned it for him to see. I unsheathed the sterileblade. He understood he was at the mercy of a strong woman with a weapon. The flames danced in those hazel orbs. The cold steel cooled his fire as the flat of the dagger caressed his form. His heartbeat quickened as I grazed his abdomen with the sharp edge. I gently pressed the point to the side of his throbbing carotid arterery. The slow trickle of blood wound it’s way down his frame in a crimson stream. He moaned my name. “Mistress Victory”, he prayed in supplication.
I crawled onto the bed and positioned myself over his face. I crouched low so he’d have a delicious view of heaven’s gate but he couldn’t touch if he tried. It’s the best psychological tease ever. His Goddess sitting just above himbut forever out of reach. I knotched up the vibrations of his prostate massager. Now I sheathed his pulsing penis in the palm of my other hand. I massaged his yummy cock lovingly. He chanted my name like a true believer.Soon he erupted like a volcano, bathing his torso in his own hot magma.I moved to his side and kneaded his head, soothing him as his body calmed. I removed his plug, then released him from his bondage. I cleaned him up crooning praises about what a good boy he’d been. He curled himself against me and we spooned for a while. I stroked his ebony locks. You, my dark prince, may worship me anytime.
I hope you enjoyed the conclusion of my evening with the prince of Darkness. All of the items I showed you today, except the athame; can be found on AdamandEve.com. Everyone knows Adam and Eve. They have been around forever and you can rely on them for good, affordable fantasy fulfillment. Please keep reading and feel free to comment. I love hearing from you.
A few days before my favorite day, Halloween, I got a call just before midnight. A deep, sexy voice crooned, “May I speak with Mistress Victory?”I’m not gonna lie. I was instantly wet. After I confirmed he had the right person on the line, he went on to explain he was in town for a concert. He was the lead singer of a Goth, Metal band. His band was finally getting some recognition and it was an important show. He was more than a little stressed out.When home, he made regular visits to his local Dominatrix. After asking around, he’d been directed my way. We made plans for the evening of October 31, a few hours before dress rehearsal. If he had a few extra cuts and bruises, no one would notice. It would just add to his stage persona. If he looked half as good as he sounded, I was in for a treat.
He arrived early. He stood at my door, dressed in black from head to toe. Oh and what a head it was! A face of an angel framed in ebony hair flowing past his waist. His eyes were a greenish hazel with lashes any woman would envy. His skin was pale and creamy. I couldn’t wait to see more. I invited him inside. Without a word he followed me to the playroom. After our phone conversation I knew I wanted him sprawled out where I could crawl all over him If I so desired. I had prepared the four poster bed in advance. His restraints were waiting.
Candles lit the room, casting just the right amount of shadow. Today I chose midnight blue satin sheets. Velvet cuffsgarnished each post. During our pre-interview we discussed bondage, whips and chains, hot wax, fingernails, light bloodletting and Goddess sitting. My tools were arranged on the bed-side table. I told him to undress and lay face down. With clothes removed he was the image of male beauty. If only I could paint. His body was perfection. I closed the cuffs around his wrists and ankles. I ran my hands through the silk of his hair and down the curves of his form, raking my nails across his muscular ass. I whispered, “It’s time to begin.“
I couldn’t resist. I had to tangle my hands in those jet black locks one more time. Pulling his hair, I drew his face towards mine. He hadn’t spoken a word but his eyes said it all. Flames danced behind the green flecks. I had no doubt he wanted this as much as I did. I covered the blaze with a satin mask. My fingernails danced along his body sending goosebumps down his skin.Upon reaching his toes, I travelled back up his calves, thighs, ass; massaging my way forward. I kneaded his muscles with expert deep tissue massage. I felt him relax under my fingers. Reaching his neck, I worked on the knots causing his tension. He sighed as his bones melted into the mattress.Time to change things up.
I grabbed my new glitzy flogger with the bling I so love. I twirled it in my favorite figure 8 pattern, laying down light stings just to warm him up. Then for a more intense strike I employed my long winding bull whip. Red stripes bloomed across his torso. I smiled at the sight. A few bats with the bamboo beater and his back and buttocks blossomed into a rosy garden.Still not a word. Just deep breathing and satisfied sighs. My chain whip trickled down his legs and back up his bottom. I stopped and gave his ass a few good squeezes. It was just so delicious.Now the tickle of the cold metal changed to a bite as I flogged him with purpose. I wanted more than red stripes. The goal was to break skin. Just a little bit. This guy lived dangerously. He routinely suspended himself from hooks to relieve stress. A few hard blows weren’t going to do the trick for him.I went back to my split tip bull whip. It was just the thing. A few snaps more and the rivelets appeared, the crimson calling me. I licked it away, while I treated my fingers to a trip between his thighs. I grazed his taint, balls and base of his cock with my nails. He was so yummy. Finally he whispered like a prayer, “My Goddess Mistress Victory.”
It was time to roll him onto his back. I removed his mask. I needed to see the fire in his eyes. Taste his luscious lips. For a moment we just stared at each other…
If you want to know what happens next, stay tuned for my next post. Check out the cool spanking bench I found for you guys. All the fun in the comfort of your own home.Also, I know you know the name Liberator. No one compares to Liberator when it comes to comfortable at home sex furniture. The chaise I discovered is amazing. I want to hear from more of you. Let’s make this fun. My little subbies tell me they are reading but they won’t make their presence known. Come out, come out, wherever you are!
I hope everyone had a great Halloween. I know I did. I can’t wait to tell you all about the gorgeous Goth Rock singer who came to call, but that’s for another day. I want to get back to my pets on their crosses. When we last met I had them strapped in place, facing each other. Gags in both of their mouths, positioned so they could watch everything happening. I stood between them, flogger in hand. Yes, I know I always start that way, but it’s my favorite. Don’t judge me 😉 I ordered, “Let’s play bitches!” I noted the arousal in their eyes. These are regularly visiting subs so safe words and all that have been established. I know their limits and what they can handle. Puppy loves pain and humiliation. He is loyal and obedient. Kitten can’t take as much punishment and tries to top from the bottom. He’s cunning and sneaky. They were different in almost every way except one: they both crave cock.
I warmed up, swinging the flogger from one to the other. I watched as their skin turned the perfect pink. Then I took a break to grab more toys. For kitten, I had set aside a pair of vibrating bullet nipple clamps. One of the best stores ever is pinkcherry.com. I get tons of stuff from there including the tools I’m using on these boys. I will show you pictures of all this stuff. Anyway these are a favorite I got online. There’s a wonderful pinch plus the added vibrating stimulation. It will drive a sub wild. I fastened the bullets to each nipple. I turned them on and watched. Kitten’s deceptively cherubic cheeks blushed a deep red. He smiled. I knew if it could, his dick would be rock hard right now. It’s cage prevented that.
Bullets whirring I revved up my riding crop and slapped him repeatedly. Just because I could. I whapped each nipple and then moved lower, really laying in to his jiggly flesh. Once he lost his smile, I stopped and showed him his next treat.
This is an intense, thrusting prostate massager. I slathered it with lube and pushed it in place. His asshole gobbled it hungrily, no stranger to probes. He moaned loudly, drooling over his gag. I pinched his love handles and moved on to my faithful puppy.
He had been patiently waiting for his turn, observing everything with obvious interest. His cock was forced to be flaccid too, but I recognized his subtle tells of enthusiasm. His skin was glistening and his breathing was ragged. Panting like the dog he was. My puppy is a pure pain slut. I had chosen a couple of cool, new electro stim gadgets just for him. First I adorned his nipples with shock therapy clamps. His eyelids fluttered with sweet anticipation. I waited to turn the dial.
I stepped in close to his face and presented my next gift. His eyes bulged when he saw what was in store for his butt. For my best pet I had picked the Anal fantasy electro stim prostate vibrator. Thank you Ben Franklin. I lubed it up and slid it home. I heard a small grunt. I scraped my nails down his chest. Brown eyes rolled back.
I turned the dials, starting on low. Just a little bit of extra charge. I licked away his tears. He was such a good boy. I stroked his head, running my fingers through his thick hair. I seized my electro wand. Snap! I grazed his shoulder blade. Crackle! I flicked his arm pit. Pop! I jabbed the arch of his left foot. He gesticulated and gyrated with the blissful agony but did not safe word. He wanted more. I zapped his balls and loved the way he flinched. I heard a giggle from kitten’s direction. I couldn’t help myself. I lit up his thighs. He roared in pain but no safe word sign (they have to use a kind of sign language when they have gags in their mouths). Bad kitty. He knew he deserved it.
Now I used my glass-handled whip. I returned to lashing one then the other. Back and forth. Light danced off glass. Devices whirred. My subs wept with pleasure. They had finally reached sub space. Glossy, dazed eyes and limp limbs waiting to be free.
I released my guys, steadying them so they wouldn’t collapse to the ground. Walking between them, holding their hands, I led them to a soft, cozy bed. I removed their gags. Then I took off their clamps. I told them to lay down on the bed, side by side. I uncaged their cocks but left in the anal massagers. “Ok my dears, time for your final orders. I want to see you in 69. Kitten, on your back. You are gonna deep throat his cock. You were bad and you know it. Puppy on top.Get him hard and suck him dry.Swallow those cocks bitches!! Do it now!” They slurped each other, gasping with lust. Smacking sounds filled the room.
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A portable massage chair is incredible for tying someone to and having your way with them. Then for another fun idea and something great for your back try an inversion table:
I know you can imagine the endless possibilities. Of course our friends at Secrecy have an actual spanking bench: