Beatings.

Lately, beatings occupy my mind. The consensual/non-consensual kind. From the moment I first picked up a flogger, pain toys and their usage have been a true fascination that never grows old. Contrary to popular belief, not everyone who comes to see me enjoys receiving pain; actually, most are rather scared of it. My favorites are those that ask specifically for what I have come to think of as a “fine beating”.

Taking time to secure you with ropes, cuffs, chains and the like is sometimes a necessary beginning. At others, I cherish the opportunity to simply order my subject of the moment to hold position over a spanking horse, onto the overhead chains or pressed up against an available wall. Previously making you choose from my arsenal of paddles, crops, canes, floggers and whips 3 items you most would like to feel me use on your skin. Of course, no part of the body (within reason) is off limits. Back, chest, inner thigh, palms, genitals, foot bottoms. A careful warmup with whatever draws my eye first.

Memorable beatings usually include my singletail, a treasured possession. Few are able to stay the distance with that implement and my arm which at times feels unstoppable. I leave horizontal marks ladders on one side of the back, verticals neatly arrayed along the other, just for giggles. Once warmup for me and my subject has ended, I work from top to bottom, neck to bottom of thigh mirroring those movements on the front. Constant check in to see the condition of my canvas while I slowly paint delicate red streaks from 3-4 feet away.

What’s this all about? I happily identify as a sadist, deriving pleasure from the administration of pain to others. Pain is my gift, a pure expression of my desire towards the one serving me whether that service lasts for the hour or a lifetime. It is the quickest method available to take you away from your ego, whatever keeps you from being your most elemental, submissive self. It is your willingness to submit to my desires and take that journey which completes the circuit.

All courtesy of the mutual gift of a beating.

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Fiction: Morning Golden Showers

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Not only had my Goddess woken up, but i could tell by the tone of Her voice that She meant business. Scrambling as fast as i could, all i could think was that maybe, just maybe She needed to relieve herself and since i was instructed to have my mouth open…would i be so lucky? Would i once again be drowned in the delicious, delectable, sweet golden shower of Goddess Martine Phoenix?

As i lay prone as instructed, i started to tweak and pinch my nipples causing my already concrete, stiff prick to twitch and jump. Knowing that i was probably leaking pre-cum, i reached down with one hand to gather the liquid and bring it to my lips, making sure to be very loud about it as i slurped it off my fingertips. i know my Goddess LOVES to hear all the noises i make, so i always make sure She hears what a slut i am for Her.

As She starts up Her favorite musical selections, and cranks the volume, i hear Her voice Her approval,

“That’s right My little slut, I’m sorry, My big slut…slurp it up!”

She laughs and dances over so that Her toes touch the top of my head. She towers over me.

i am at the feet of the Goddess, stretched out for Her to do as She pleases.

This is where i want to be always. It is all i think about.

my heart pounds. my fingers work the five days worth of abused flesh around my sensitive to the air nipples. my cock, rigid with veins bulging jumps and leaks and dutifully i lick the juice from the shiny head.

She laughs and smiling the most radiant of grins, orders me to close my eyes.

Just before i do, i swear i see a giant wet spot in the crotch of Her pink lacy panties. With my eyes closed, all sensations are heightened and my whole body, every molecule of it, feels like an exposed nerve. i can hear my Goddess dancing around me, i feel the heat Her body is throwing. Soon the air is filled with the heady thick scent that emanates from Her Sacred Cunt. i feel as if i am floating (yet again).

Her voice breaks my trance.

“You don’t look slutty enough. Put on those black stockings, the ones with the seam running up the back. And while you are at it, put that plug back in your ass and a pair of black panties to hold that plug in. Be quick about it.”

She punctuates Her last words with sharp thwacks on my ass with a beautiful riding crop, a gift from earlier that day. She luxuriates on the bed elegantly, a vision of royal hedonistic beauty.

Hosiery on, and ass plugged, i start to make my way back to my previous position, but my Goddess summons me to the side of the bed where She is and tells me to kneel. i do as i am told and the closer i get to Her the stronger the scent of Her gets, filling my head. The air is so thick, i feel i am swimming in it.

“Eyes here,” She commands, pointing to the sacred delta between Her legs.

The pink of the lace panties against the smooth, deep-chocolate hue of Her skin is absolutely breathtaking. i marvel at what i see and at how lucky i am to be able to marvel at it. i notice that, yes indeed, there appears to be quite a wet patch, so wet in fact it seems that the material is soaked through. my heart skips beats as Her aroma continues to fill the air.

i almost have a heart attack as, with one hand, She pulls the sodden material to one side, exposing Her swollen labia and engorged clit, looking slick, shiny and wet. With Her other hand, She inserts two fingers very slowly into Herself; the smell thickens. As She starts to withdraw them from between Her royal cunt lips She tells me to lean in closer. Her fingers are covered with Her thick juice and they glisten in the candlelight. i lick more pre-cum streaming from my cockhead.

my head pounds with intoxicating scent…feel as though i am six inches off the floor… and suddenly her fingers thoroughly coat my nose. It is so wonderful to be able to smell my Goddess with every breath i take. i tell her so and thank Her profusely.

“Back on he floor, slut! As you were!” She laughs. “I am full of piss and i am ready to burst.”

Oh my Goddess!! my heart races as i realize that i am about to be allowed to drink the nectar that flows directly from my Exalted Goddess, the Regal Martine Phoenix.

As i take my position, i resume the manipulation of my throbbing nipples. i can feel a wet spot forming on my panties and i slurp the pre-cum off my fingers, every breath i take filling my head with the scent of my Goddess. What nirvana!

She continues to gleefully dance around me. i am allowed to watch and thank Her for the privilege. She commands me to take myself to the edge by stroking my cock, to make sure i tell Her when i am there and then to resume playing with my nipples. Of course, under no circumstances, am i to cum unless She feels i deserve it and only then.

As i stroke my granite shaft, She tells me to hold it straight up and to keep my hand off the head. Still dancing, She picks up the crop and starts to swat at the shiny, purple tip of my prick. Alternating with swats to the tender flesh on my inner thighs, She giggles with delight at the series of red welts starting to rise on my flesh.

“Oh dear. Look at that, you slut.” She gleefully exclaims. “I seem to have picked up some of the mess that is leaking out of your meat on the tip of My crop.”

She holds it in front of my face.

“Lick it off, whore!”

my head feels as if it’s about to explode…both of them actually, as i take the leather tip in my mouth. The scent of the leather, the smell of my Goddess…

Now, She positions Herself so that She stands, straddling my head, looking down toward my feet. i am afforded the most spectacular view, looking up between Her legs at Her gorgeous ass. She starts to squat over my face and i feel as though i am about to cry from sheer happiness. As Her crotch gets closer to my face i feel heat as if a torch is moving closer to me. She stops with Her crotch inches from my face and i can see the material of her panties is so wet it could be wrung out. Her scent is so heavy i feel drunk.

“Close your eyes and keep your mouth open as wide as you can.”

Her voice is hypnotic and as soon as my eyes have closed, i sense Her standing and i have a split second to wonder and fear i have done something wrong, that She is leaving.

Immediately i am shocked as i feel her putting something in my mouth. It is Her soaking panties! She stuffs them in and resumes Her position over me. Her heat burns my skin.

Then it starts. While i have her panties in my mouth, my Goddess starts to let loose with Her hot, sacred piss. i gulp to drink it down as it soaks the material in my mouth. Now She lowers herself directly onto my face. my nose is pressed right up against Her; wetness covers my mouth. i do my best to swallow but now the stream of piss is heavier and coming out faster than i can swallow and i can feel it running out the corners of my mouth and down my neck.

As she rests herself on my face and continues to piss, She also continues the assault on my cock head and my inner thighs with the crop. At this point my body is convulsing with waves of euphoria as i drink the sacred nectar from the holy lips of my Goddess.

As the stream lightens, She rises off me and deliberately lets several drops of Her piss dribble onto my face, I feel some of the piss roll into my nose joining the other wetness there, adding to the already incredible aroma.

Her laugh fills the air as She steps away and looks down at me as i suck all the wetness out of the completely soaked panties as i profusely offer my muffled thanks for the honor of drinking Her pee.

“Thwak oo my Goddeth.” i chant over and over as if it is my private mantra. She takes a seat on the edge of the bed and tells me to entertain Her.

“To the edge. Three times.” She commands.

“Put on a show for me. I want to see you rolling around with that plug in your ass and my piss drenched panties in your mouth, stroking your cock like the dirty, slutty whore you are. I want to hear you begging me to cum, and maybe, just maybe if you convince me that you really want to cum, I will let you choke on my dildo before I shove it up your ass!”

Always wanting to do nothing but please my Goddess, i start to writhe around at the feet of this Divine Queen.

With the plug vibrating in my ass and the piss soaked panties in my mouth, i lie down on my back on the floor at the foot of the bed where my Goddess sits. The air is thick with Her scent and my balls are heavy with a week’s worth of cum.

i pinch one nipple with one hand while my other works my aching prick. i lasciviously hump my fist as Goddess squeezes more lube onto my meat and it glistens. The pre-cum is freely running out of my prick now and i continually gather it on my fingers and lick it off. Goddess loves this but expresses Her disappointment that i can’t manipulate both my nipples and my cock at the same time. Ever resourceful, She has me fetch the clover clamps and puts them on my nipples. She puts the chain connecting them in my mouth and tells me to keep my head tilted back to keep the chain taut.

Now, She is pleased!

As i squirm at Her feet, She takes great delight in swatting me with the crop. The insides of my thighs are beet red and burning like the sun. i profusely thank Her and tell Her how much i love it. Every time i reach the edge, where i am just about to cum, i take my hand off my cock and let Her know that i am there. Each time, She tells me to roll over and to stick my ass in the air. When i do so, She slaps me with Her open hand and pushes the plug against my perineum. When i roll back over there is more pre-cum to lick.

Now She takes the crop and slips it under the chain connecting the clamps and pulls up, stretching the flesh of my tits skyward. Of course, with the clover clamps, the tighter one pulls, the tighter they clamp. Tears of pleasure stream down my face and my body shines with sweat.

She tells me to roll over and show Her what a slutty ass hole i have and to fuck myself with the plug.

The plug feels incredible sliding in and out of my dilated ass while my ass cheeks burn. As i fuck myself i imagine it is my Goddess, with Her dildo strapped on, fucking me. Oh how i love when my Goddess fucks me with Her cock. i only wish She could fill my ass and my mouth at the same time.

She gets up off the bed and says,

“Oh dear, I seem to have left quite a wet spot on the bed! Get up here and lick up this puddle.”

Rising to my knees i see that She has totally soaked the sheet with a large amount of Her glorious cunt juice. As i feverishly lick it up (which is difficult with Her panties in my mouth) She puts Her hand on the back of my head and pushes my face into Her puddle smearing it all over my face. i thank Her again and again.

Now, She props up some pillows against the headboard and gets out Her pocket rocket. She tells me to come and stand next to the bed and while i continue to tease myself to the edge, i am to watch Her bring herself to orgasm. She works the vibrating toy over Her swollen, soaking clit and starts to moan. Time after time, i bring myself to the edge and then double over in torturous pleasure as i prevent my self from release until She gives the word. Knowing that She is going to have me eat my cum brings me to the edge faster each time.

Goddess loves to see me eat my own cum.

She momentarily stops and grabs a pair of 5g fishing weights and hangs one on each clamp. They sway and tug at my nipples as i jerk in ecstasy. She laughs at my state and moans in Her pleasure. All the sounds my Goddess makes are music to my ears. She tells me that She has brought Herself to the edge three times now and the next one She is going to cum and that when She gives the word i am to cum in my hand, catching every drop and then to lick my hand clean.

i let Her know that i am ready when She says and i can tell that She is near when her eyes roll back in Her head and She becomes very still. Low guttural moans emanate from Her mouth sounding like they are originating in Her cunt. As the moans become more frequent She growls,

“Cum for me slut. All that cum that you’ve been saving, let me see you licking it up, all of it.”

With that She starts to convulse, Her beautiful long legs kicking out in spasms of euphoria. Watching Her and hearing Her demands is all i need and my juice shoots out filling my hand with hot liquid. i bring it to my lips with Her still in the throes and proceed to lick myself clean as she reminds me what a slut i am.

Dropping to my knees in sheer exhaustion, i don’t stop thanking Her until i hear her instructing me to calm down and go clean up and then to resume my position curled up at her feet like a good pet.

I belong to Goddess Martine Phoenix.

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BDSM fiction – sissy’s First Visit (part 1)

As we spoke on the phone, her velvety tones were irresistable; that, my friends, sealed the deal. While I had initially been attracted by Mistress Martine Phoenix’s beautiful pictures and enticing interests, just listening to her voice put me over the edge. Dropping to my knees while still on the phone, I humbly begged to be her servant. She only laughed cruelly. “Silly boy, what can you possibly offer me?”

I told her of my five years experience in the scene, my skills as a writer and lastly, most importantly, of my desire to serve her! She paused as if in thought. “You can write? Perhaps I may have some use for you. What are your interests?” I hurriedly told her of my desire for humiliation and corporal punishment and how I wished to serve her. I told her of my experience as a houseboy and that if she but mentioned the word, I would be honored to cook and clean for her. Mistress Phoenix regarded me for a moment before answering, “I believe that I can use you. I want additional stories for my web site and you may be just the slave to provide them. However, I have no need for a houseboy.” She laughed as if struck by a sudden thought. “I can use a sissy maid, though; you DO like humiliation, don’t you? Well, here’s the deal, bitch: you come to me, pay for a session and I will begin your transformation into my sissy maid. You will write about your degradation and experiences while serving me. If you do well after the first session, I may make you my bitch. What do you say? You have thirty seconds to decide.”

The chance to be her sissy maid and write about it? Oh, the humiliation! Oh, the chance of a lifetime! I jumped at it, begging for the opportunity to be her property. Telling me to prepare myself, she ordered me to arrive at the studio no later than 6pm the following evening. She gave me directions and hung up the phone. I was trembling, scared, excited and totally elated. I prepared myself for my new life.

I found myself waiting to ring the studio buzzer at 5:55, arriving early to make sure there would be no mistake and could barely contain my excitement. The receptionist greeted me, “Mistress Phoenix will be with you shortly. Go into the dungeon, strip and call me when your clothes are folded neatly by the door. I would hurry, if I were you. Mistress Phoenix wants you naked and kneeling when she arrives.”

I followed directions and called the receptionist when I finished. She came, glanced at me and took my clothes. “These aren’t folded neatly, I assure you that Mistress Phoenix will be notified. Are you wondering what I am going to do with these? They will be shown to Mistress Phoenix in their current state. She will give them back to you if and when she decides!” With that, she walked out smirking. My humiliation had already begun.

From my lowly position, I heard the clicking of heels approaching the door. It opened. “You must be the new slave, writer and soon-to-be sissy.” I kept my eyes focused on the floor and was graced with a glance at her beautiful feet encased in her high heels. She ran her hand through my hair and slowly stroked the side of my cheek. Roughly grasping my mouth she squeezed and forced my head up. “Look at me! You won’t get the chance often, you lowly wimp. Tell me what you see!”

She was perfect, beautiful beyond words. However, I tried. “Mistress Martine Phoenix, divine Goddess! You are so wonderful, so beautiful. Your dreadlocks are perfect, your catlike eyes and full, luscious lips make me weak! And oh, Mistress, you have the body of Venus come to life. Please do what you will with me. I exist to serve you!”

Mistress Phoenix looked fantastic in her leather corset, black leather skirt and knee high leather boots; certainly the picture of a Goddess. One of her hands grasped my face, another carried a cruel cane. She slapped my face and told me to look down again. “Listen carefully, slave; I am going to lay down the rules that will govern your time with me. If you disobey my rules, you will be punished. If you forget my rules, you will be punished. From now on, your name is Babette, my French sissy.” She walked behind me. “Starting today, you no longer have a cock and balls, you have a clit.” She kicked me in my new clit. “I expect it to be shaved when you serve me. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will kneel on all fours when in my presence at all times, unless I give you different orders. When you kneel, your head and eyes will be kept down and your legs will be spread. When I say ‘up’, you will rise to your knees only. You exist to serve not only myself and my female friends, but anyone that I order you to.” She grabbed my face and allowed me to look at her again.

“Do you understand my rules?” I gasped that I did.

She moved behind me, “I understand that you failed to fold your clothes neatly. Let’s see, you have two shoes, two socks, panties, pants, a belt, a shirt and a watch. That’s nine articles of clothing and you will receive a stroke with the cane for each article. Count!” Her cane rose and fell nine times; I struggled not to scream. Next, I felt her hand softly stroke the welts she had made. “If I need to punish you for disobedience again, it will be two strokes instead of one. Now, thank me for correcting you and crawl to the table.”

Mistress Phoenix then strapped me to the bondage table face up. Walking away she cheerfully stated, “Babette, you lucky slut, I am going to give you plenty to write about today!”

To Be Continued…