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Feelings of Appreciation while in Session

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I love what I do. This particular thought occurred to me while in session recently. My subject was mummified, wrapped securely in saran wrap and duct tape from neck to ankles. I had performed CBT and NT, the aftermath of which were clover clamps weighted by 4g fishing weights attached to my subject’s nipples and a forest of clothespins emerging from just below his waist through an opening I had specially cut and prepared for this purpose. Ball gag forcing open his mouth, spandex hood erasing his features, I took pleasure in beating rhythms on his unprotected soles with the short cane used just for this purpose.

As I unfurled my favorite 3′ single tail, all the better to indulge my wish for giving this pain sissy a taste of my whip without actually causing any real damage, a laugh escaped from the smile already decorating my lips. This is my life. I have chosen to immerse myself in the art of BDSM and am fortunate that play partners of all stripes from all around the world have trusted me with their bodies, souls, secrets and consider me a safe space to pursue fantasies and examine real life. There most certainly are difficulties when one steps outside the accepted boundaries of society; this is not the place I wish to recount them nor the time. All I know is, I’m feeling a happy curiosity about what comes next on this fascinating journey.

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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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I scored “100% Sadist” – New York City’s Mistress Martine Phoenix

The term “sadist” refers to one who  practices  sadism, which is defined as:
1. The deriving of sexual gratification or the tendency to derive sexual gratification from inflicting pain or emotional abuse on others.
2. The deriving of pleasure, or the tendency to derive pleasure, from cruelty.
3. Extreme cruelty.
[After Comte Donatien Alphonse François de Sade.]
(from The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language)
I scored “100% Sadist” on this quiz, forever floating around the FetLife neighbourhood. Online quizzes don’t normally resonate. However, this one defined my outlines quite clearly. The sadist in me enjoys your discomfort. I laugh to myself, watching you squirm in humiliating positions at my feet. I feed off the electricity of your sensations in response to sharp kisses from my favorite whip.

Being a sadist is not only about physical pain. My senses are heightened by your frustration, teasing you unmercifully, toying with your desire. Sometimes, feeling your confusion and uncertainty is enough to get me going. I can easily sense the mental disarray created by distance, cool looks or subtly cutting words.

It’s almost scary, the pull I feel probing you, finding those tender areas, places I can worry at, setting you off balance. In my younger years, I tried to keep this need under wraps, the need to make my playmates uncomfortable in some way. I enjoyed completely altering the mood of a room, a palpable shift set off by some seemingly innocent remark, making everyone squirm. Now that I’ve grown up some, I am sought out for this tendency.

 

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This behaviour is not usually accepted in women. Nurturing and schadenfreude don’t really go together. However, I don’t move in society’s usual circles; my pleasure in this existence is having the freedom to do as I wish and indulge in what pleases me. What a relief and comfort to inhabit a realm where I can express all facets of my personality to its fullest extent.

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Phoenix’s Friday fiction – Last Night In Fog With My Goddess (part 1)

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This written offering is part one of a somewhat fictionalized account of my recent trip to Portland, Oregon in the company of an eager and devoted pet of long acquaintance…

LAST NIGHT IN FOG
Oh it was foggy, just like you hear. Of course, i only know this from the brief forays into the outside world. Most of the time was spent inside at the beck and call of my Goddess, the divine Martine Phoenix.

After picking Her up at the airport with a vibrating plug shoved in my ass and chrome ring tight around the thickening meat between my legs, (Her orders, of course) we drive to the hotel. As i accelerate, She increases the amount of vibe for the plug in my ass. The faster i go, the more vibe She gives me…laughing Her delighted laugh all the while. As you might imagine i am moving as fast as i can to get us to the hotel and myself on my knees at Her feet. The buzzing increases to maximum.

i have to use all my concentration as She starts to unbutton my shirt to gain access to the clamps on my nipples that She has also instructed me to wear. Curling Her finger around the chain connecting the pincers, She tugs lightly and laughs Her throaty, wonderful, laugh of pleasure.

Once back at the hotel, She continued the onslaught on my nipples as if She had been thinking about it for the whole plane ride. The feeling was incredible. Kneeling at Her bedside, making those small sensitive knobs of flesh available to Her as she relaxed from Her flight, my Goddess immediately had my cock rigid and throbbing purple-headed. Soon, fresh drops of pre-cum started to ooze out the engorged tip, adding to the already dried layers that already were there from thinking about My Goddess all the time…

…and She instructs me that for the duration of our time together, whenever i sense or notice that pre-cum is dripping out of my prick, i am to gather it on my finger and lick it off, and make sure that i am a noisy slut about it.

i think it was at this point that She reached between Her royal, svelte, never-ending legs, gathered up some of the evidence of Her excitement on the end of Her fingers and proceeded to stick those sacred juice covered fingers up my nostrils…making sure to wipe any excess across my top lip just under my nose.
What heaven i was in. To inhale the essence of my Goddess with every breath…most intoxicating…yes. Dream inducing…quite.
That’s how it began.

Next up, next several hours of heaven/hell that my Supreme Goddess, The Esteemed, Martine Phoenix, put me through…

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Phoenix’s Favourite Things, part 1 – CBT

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Definitions according to urbandictionary.com:

CBT stands for “Cock and Ball Torture”, a type of sm practice involving the infliction of pain to the male sexual organs. Torture can be inflicted by: Slapping, Squeezing, Pinching, Weights/Parachutes. The testicles can stand great pain but caution should be taken.

In some cases, “Torture” is considered “Play”. The testicles are simply tugged on or stretched out. Most men find handling, stroking and squeezing gently is a pleasurable sensation. Some enjoy using ball stretchers to achieve a longer sac.

Cock and Ball torture can also be cock and ball teasing. Playing with a man’s scrotum can be painful or pleasurable. The goal of BDSM is to make CBT both painful and pleasurable.

There is probably no activity more emblematic of the relationship between FemDom and malesub as all variations of CBT. I don’t know of a Lady, professional or lifestyle, who doesn’t indulge in the intensity of single minded sadistic focus on a man’s prized possessions. For me, CBT can consist of just the simple act of resting my foot on the crotch of a potential to gauge his reaction. On the other end of the spectrum, I have been known to load on as many clothespins as the sac and cock of my otherwise bound subject can hold, wait just long enough for the skin to acclimate to the pressure and laugh while carefully cropping off each one.

I love the rush I feel, playing in such an intimate fashion, being able to command my bottom’s attention so immediately and directly. Even as I type these words, my mind’s eye flashes to a memory of my left fingers tightly encircling my partner’s scrotum, its skin taut and shiny while the crop in my right hand keeps time with beats patted out on the balls beneath. One might think that force is the major key to this scenario. Rather than immediately inflicting agonizing pain, I prefer to play with rhythms, pressure, manner of delivery, anything to keep the waves of sensation going through my subject, radiating from the center of his being.

There are seemingly endless ways to execute CBT on a willing (or, not so willing) subject. I especially enjoy utilizing clips, clothespins and clamps. During a recent trip away from NYC, my travel assistant was requested to find the nearest Home Depot and while inside, I proceeded to dreamily empty as many containers of clips as possible into my shopping basket. My play partners over the next few days were all subject to being used as test dummies for my new toys! When I don’t feel so subtle, a few flicks to the genitals, a gift of single tail kisses to my sub, are quite satisfying. All delivered with a smile, of course.

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Play and Inspiration

I’ve been holding myself back for so very long, haven’t allowed myself to play for my personal pleasure in quite some time. It feels like a whole section of myself just shut down, dark and waiting for inspiration which I got in spades this past week on my first trip to the Pacific Northwest with a long-time devoted pet. When I think of him during that 5 day period, my memories bring a smile to my lips contemplating him decked out in lacy panties and stockings keeping him on the edge while I came over and over filling him with plugs and cocks fucking him wearing nothing but my knee highs/patent leather heels/strapon/smile compressing his skin with my arsenal of clips and clamps leaving the most delicious marks on his body with my riding crop and whip and my essence in his nose and mouth in as many ways as I can think of to amuse myself.

Sigh.

Now that I’ve returned, it’s a slow re-adjustment to the eastern time zone, brain still floating on a cloud of nearly continuous play and good service and toothsome food and attentiveness and no sleep mixed in with the excitement from that new city and its dramatic mountainous landscape. My focus shifts and I feel that something sleeping inside begin to stir as I contemplate my newest amusement, a young, eager boy, wishing to become my slut and fucktoy. Nothing has happened yet, it’s as if I’m taking the time to savor and enjoy our initial intercourse from a distance, fully appreciating the anticipation being created. However, when I allow myself to do so, I will take pleasure playing with him, mouse to my cat.DSCN0330

It’s good to start feeling balanced again.

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Passing thoughts of my slave

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I see you, my beautiful curvy smooth skinned slave, naked and roped to a point in the ceiling with arms over head, raised up just high enough so you are forced to stand tippy toe. A ball gag is placed between your lips forcing them open; drool streams steadily while it is strapped firmly to your head. I slip a vibrating egg into your equally dripping cunt, making sure it’s busily working. My partner and I exchange glances, then move into position; him pressing into your back, seating your ass on his thigh, allowing you to feel his hard cock while your legs are lifted and spread wide to facilitate my flogging breasts, pussy and the soft skin of inner thigh until you screams for mercy or permission to come…

…a smile crosses my lips.

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BDSM fiction – sissy’s First Visit (part 2)

Mistress returned with a basin of water, scissors, and a razor. “Babette, watch as I shave the last vestige of your manhood away from your clit! Don’t twitch now,” she laughed, “I would hate to have an accident.” Slowly, steadily, Mistress Phoenix exerted her ownership over me and the hair around my clit disappeared. Once I was hairless she unchained me and ordered me to my knees.

I thanked her profusely and she allowed me to worship her feet for several minutes. “That’s right, Babette, you sissy; worship my feet, lick all the dirt off of my heels, you dirty little whore. Why, Babette, are you a whore? Has your pussy ever been fucked? By a Mistress? By a man? With a tramp like you, it’s so hard to tell.”

“Please, Mistress; if it makes you happy, make me your whore. Take my virginity as a trophy!”

“Perhaps later, you little slut. Right now, I want to experiment on this new body I own. UP!”

Without thinking, I rose to my feet. Mistress Phoenix slapped me immediately. “Up! means on your knees, you dumb slut. You never stand in my presence unless I order you to. I have already told you what happens when you disobey my rules. Crawl to the horse and drape yourself over it.” Attaching cuffs to my wrists and ankles, Mistress Phoenix secured me to the spanking horse. “Now, in one hand I have a paddle. In the other I have your friend the cane. You determine the instrument that will bring you pain. Pick a hand.” My head was spinning from her mind game as she made me pick my own instrument of torture. I humbly begged for the left. It was the paddle!

“And, what did I say would happen if you were disobedient again, slut?”

“I would get two strokes instead of one, Mistress.”

“Correct. So, nine times nine makes eighteen.”

Mistress Phoenix laid into me. Eighteen strokes with her wooden paddle. After each stroke I had to scream, “I will obey Mistress Phoenix!” at the top of my lungs (I’m very sure there was plenty of laughter from whoever heard that!). When she was finished, Mistress Phoenix lectured me on my shortcomings as a sissy and told me to obey her rules or risk being banished. I begged for forgiveness from the bottom of my heart.

Unchaining me, Mistress Phoenix ordered me to my knees and then commanded “UP!” I rose to my knees. “I see that you are learning. Spread those legs. Wider!” Mistress then bit my nipples, the feeling was amazing, a mixture of heat and intense pain sent shock waves through my body. “Do you like that, bitch? Maybe you will like this, too!” She attached nipple clamps to my tits. “How do those titties feel now, Babette? Do they hurt? Does this hurt?” She grabbed the chain connecting the clamps and pulled back, I gasped in pain and struggled to stay motionless. “Take the pain for me, show me your devotion, Babette. Only the devoted are allowed to serve me. Do you want to serve me?”

I gasped, “Yes!”

“Then, suffer!”

Mistress Phoenix took a small bucket of clothespins and moved to my clit. She attached what felt like a hundred, but was only ten pins to my clit. “If you show me your devotion, then I may reward you. My rewards are only for my best slaves and sissies. If you please me, I may allow you to worship my legs. I may even allow you to worship my ass! Would you like that?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress Phoenix, please let me worship your wonderful legs and marvelous ass! It is all I hope to achieve.” Mistress Phoenix ordered me to kiss her feet, all the while the burning pain in my tits and clit mounted. She finally forced me to stop and ordered me up.

“Close your eyes, sissy; don’t more.” She then started taking the clamps and pins off my body. It was a slow process, every time blood returned to a portion of my body the pain was intense. Sometimes she toyed with me, removing a pin from my clit and quickly reattached it to my tits. I gasped back a scream. “Suffer for me,” she teased. Finally, all of the pins were removed and Mistress Phoenix ordered me to my knees again. Without a word, she walked away. I was tempted to look over my shoulder to see what new torment she was preparing for me, however, I had learned my lesson. I existed to obey Mistress Phoenix’s rules.

She returned soon and sat on my back. “So, bitch, you have never been fucked? Well, I am going to fix that. Starting now, you are going to get very used to butt plugs. Some day, it will be dildos and maybe, the real thing. It depends on whether I choose to own you.” With that, Mistress Phoenix lubed my virgin ass and ordered me to relax. “That’s right, I know that you want me to take you, oh yes, beg me to stick my butt plug up your pussy.” Oh, did I ever beg! “That’s right, beg me, tell me know much you want a cock in your pussy!” What that, she slowly and deliberately forced the butt plug into my pussy. When I felt that I could take the pain no longer, she would stop, coax me into relaxing and excite me by making me beg all over again. I was amazed at the depths of degradation a horny male would go to please a dominant Goddess. It was almost no time at all before I was fully impaled on the plug which she had forced into me. She taunted me again, “Tell me how much you like my plug in your hole, tell me now, bitch!” I did, oh the shame that I felt, but I could not help it. As those of you who have served her know, there is no denying the wishes of Mistress Phoenix. What she wants, she gets. Resistance, as they say, is futile.

Mistress Phoenix ordered me to follow her. On my knees, I followed across the dungeon. On the command “Up!” I rose. She then applied lipstick to my lips and handed me a pair of panties. Laughing and telling me that I looked like a little sissy, she ordered me to rise to my feet and to follow her. She quickly led me to the laundry room in the rear of the studio.

“Babette, in that hamper you will find a load of dirty towels. Put them in the washing machine. When you have finished that, you will clean the bathroom. The cleaning supplies are in there. I expect the mirror, sink and toilet bowl to be spotless when I return. I am going to work on the computer; you have forty-five minutes. Get to work!”

With that, I felt to my tasks with vigor. My goal was to make Mistress Phoenix happy and I intended to do just that. The time passed quickly; before long, I heard the click of heels in the hallway. I put the cleaning supplies in the bucket and dropped to my knees. Mistress Phoenix entered.

“Kneel in the corner while I inspect this place, bitch!” I did. It only took Mistress Phoenix a couple of minutes to look things over. “Very nice work, sissy; you have potential. Let me tell you what I am going to do. You missed a spot behind the toilet. That will cost you ten strokes with the cane. Crawl ahead of me and drape yourself over the horse. When I arrive I will administer your punishment.” Mistress Phoenix laughed and continued, “If you don’t move during your beating, I will allow you to cum.

“I have several rules for my slaves. I love to see my sissies eat cum. If you want to impress me, you will beg for permission to cum and eat it. The choice is yours, however, bear in mind that I am deciding whether or not you are fit to be my sissy. Now, crawl.”

I crawled to the dungeon and my mind was spinning. I knew that Mistress Phoenix desired that I eat my own cum and so further humble myself. In a flash, I knew that I much submit to her desires, no matter how it humiliated me. Positioning myself over the horse, I awaited Mistress Phoenix. I could hear her coming down the hall. I tensed and waited for the fresh assault on my already sore ass. She entered.

“Strip down those panties, bitch, I don’t want anything between my cane and your ass! Count and scream; I could use the entertainment.” With that, she began caning me again. By the stroke of five, I was whimpering. By nine, I let out a yelp. I screamed on the tenth.

“Very good, Babette, you barely flinched. That’s the type of devotion that I want from my slaves. Off the horse and on your knees. Stroke that clit of yours! Tell me how much you want to cum, but don’t you dare do it! Not until I’ve given you permission.”

I began to play with my clit. Mistress placed a paper plate on the floor. She had written ‘sissy squirt here’ on the plate. “When I allow you to cum, you will squirt on that plate and if you want to please me, you will beg for permission to lick it up. Now, look at me, look at the beautiful Goddess who is watching you in  your lipstick, while you play with that clit. Beg, slave. Beg to cum!”

I began to beg in earnest and finally Mistress Phoenix told me to cum. She burst out laughing. “What a whore! Go ahead, whore, eat your cum.” I did, all the while feeling small and humiliated.

When I finished, Mistress returned my clothes. “Do you have my tribute, sissy?” I gave it to her.

“Well Babette, you did reasonably well. Do you feel that you have enough to write your first story?” I answered that I did. “You have a long way to go before I will even consider you as my personal sissy. I want you back here in two weeks. You will be paying for the next session! You will bring a maid’s outfit, either pink or black and white; you choose. Just make sure that it is sexy and that I have easy access to your clit and your pussy. You will be cleanly shaved when you arrive. During your next session, you will again have the opportunity to earn the privilege of kissing my ass; I suggest you work harder because you were not even close this time. And, I here’s something else to think about before your next arrival…are you worthy of a golden shower?”

Mistress Phoenix led me to the door. I foolishly asked for permission to wipe off the lipstick. “Oh no,” she said, “wear that out, sissy. It will help keep you focused on your new station in life.” With that, she patted me on the butt and pushed me out the door. My last impression was of her laughter as I was turned out into the street wearing lipstick.

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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…

La Domaine Esemar, September 17-24

Plans are in place for my extended visit to La Domaine Esemar, September 17th through the 24th (http://www.ladomaine.com/)! Situated very close to points in New York and Massachusetts, it is the oldest SM training chateau in the United States. I look forward to taking full advantage of their gorgeous, well-appointed dungeon, outfitted with a decadent collection of every type of toy this Domme could want.

My main areas of interest are bondage, corporal punishment and psychological control. I welcome polite requests from novice and experienced submissives, masochists and fetishists. Please read my session information page to get a better idea of how I like to play.

I look forward to hearing from you.

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