In My latest episode of Kink 101 I talk about boot fetish and boot domination. If you have been curious about this fetish or just want to see My awesome boot collection, this video is for you.
Yes, you may! Sometimes prospective subs want a face to face meeting prior to sessioning. I understand that. It prevents you scheduling a session with someone that turns out to look nothing like their photos. It can help you establish if you have chemistry and are compatible. It can also help a new sub get his nerve up to actually serve in session.
Established subs can also want to spend time with their Mistress outside of the Dungeon. I understand that too and often the feeling is mutual. Some of you are very interesting characters . . .
The tribute for such outings are as follows:
$100 – Cafe date – 30 minutes +/- This might entail coffee or a meet for a drink.
$150 – Dinner – 1 hour + A more leisurely affair with time to get to know each other, decompress after a session, etc.
Overnight sessions usually include dinner.
Shopping adventures are also possible and run anywhere from $100 to $150 per hour depending on time reserved and what items are purchased.
… and sometimes that is the way it is. This sub and his Mistress/Wife have been seeing Me for several years. This time She couldn’t make it, but wanted to do something special for his birthday – so She sent him to see Me and one of My Domme Sisters, Mistress Harley Quinn. She has sent him to Me before for punishments (including a now infamous cock caning) but for this visit She had something different in mind. The sub is kept in chastity a great deal of the time and She had been saving and freezing his cum from ruined orgasms. When he arrived he has about a half cup of frozen cum. Of course, the cup was empty when the session was complete.
Here is his review of the session. It can also be viewed on Max Fisch.
“I was told to strip and of course got as hard as my chastity cage allowed. I had been denied for a long time by my Wife. Spoiler alert, the cage never came off during the entire session.
They started with me on a spiky stool where my caged balls and cock got to rest on massive spikes. As Ayn lectured me -Harley began torturing my nipples. This would be a theme throughout the session.
Ayn told me I could use a safe word for pain, but that I would be eating cum whether I wanted to or not. Then the ring gag was put in place to prevent any potential refusals to accept what was coming next.
Mistress Harley proceeded to feed me my own frozen cum – a little at a time – with a caviar spoon. I had no choice but to accept it, knowing also I needed to please my Wife and reward her hard work – my face revealing the entire time how much I hated it. The Mistresses were already enjoying and laughing at my predicament… they were just getting started.
They took me to the medical room where they placed me in stirrups and proceeded to tie my legs apart and secure me to the table with multiple leather straps. Harley continued to periodically make me eat my own cum, which got progressively harder with the gag. So the Mistresses struck a deal with me, they would remove it but the first time I didn’t open to accept my cum I would be punished.
Then the words “where is the power strip” were uttered. At that point I knew I was in big trouble. In short – with a minimum of lube – an electric probe was placed in my ass. My caged cock was straining as the current was turned up, while my asshole involuntarily contracted and relaxed as the probe forced its way in and out, electrifying my ass and prostate. As Ayn pulled out the Hitachi vibrator, I knew my cage wasn’t coming off today. About this time Harley fed me more of my cum and then continued to torture my nipples.
As Ayn vibrated the cage she also adjusted the electricity. I was in overload, I knew I wouldn’t hold out, but I didn’t know if they would send me home like this, tortured and denied or if I would have an accident (as they call it). Ayn repeatedly added and removed vibration to my cage – probing how she could best disappoint my needy caged cock – when the inevitable accident occurred. When almost 2 weeks of denial came spilling out, it was also caught and collected in the cup. There would be no more small spoons, I was told to guzzle it – and guzzle it I did as Harley served me. Gagging be damned, she made sure I drank every last bit of my spew while Ayn laughed and took photos and videos for my Mistress.
You’d think I had been humiliated enough, but I was then put over the spanking bench and secured in place. After all, it was my birthday, and I was due 40-something strokes of the cane – post-orgasm – which they reminded me was the worst way to receive the cane. I think they knew I had been through a lot. Maybe they took it a little easier on me, but they still made me count and alternated turns with the cane, circling me like sharks on the hunt. Ayn made sure Harley knew my Wife prefers a marked slave husband. And they didn’t disappoint her. The contrast between Harley’s caning and Ayn’s was interesting – Mistress Harley’s stroke was more whippy – like trying to slice me up – while Mistress Ayn seemed to deliver a much firmer stroke – she was obviously trying to tenderize me after the kill.
As we talked after the session, I told them this was simultaneously the worst and best experience I have had. I’m happy to have a supportive Wife who encourages her friends to push me further into submission as her slave husband. I look forward to the next time where my Mistress may once again join them.”
How long She had left him bound there naked atop the medical bondage table he could not say. eugene shivered. The smell of strong disinfectant filled his nostrils as he lay there, completely powerless, atop the cold, black slab.
“The diagnosis is excessive masturbation,” Mistress Ayn said simply, reading from a chart. Mistress Ayn was dressed in a green medical uniform, a non-regulation one cut in such a way that it allowed a glimpse of Her lovely, pale bosom.
“Let’s see if the castration was successful. That’s really the only cure for this type of problem.” eugene heard the snap of latex as Mistress Ayn adjusted Her gloves. The Mistress brought the bright medical light down to eugene’s groin and began Her examination. “Not much here,” the Domina said. Mistress Ayn used an array of sharp, metal tools to carefully, thoroughly probe the submissive’s limp cock and testicles.
The Mistress took Her time with the “procedure.” Each tool that She used hurt eugene in a different way. It was like a cleaning at the dentist, but down there between the thighs.
“Just as I expected,” Mistress Ayn said. “The castration was not completely successful.” Mistress Ayn’s practiced eye had caught something. Despite the pain, or perhaps because of it, eugene’s small cock evinced just the hint of a slight, turgid erection.
“Pull your legs up to your shoulders,” Mistress Ayn commanded. “As high as you can.” The Mistress reached for the lubricant on the metal tray there beside the table.
Some of you know that I consider Myself a “Green Domme”. I drive a hybrid, do My due diligence to respect and conserve the world’s limited resources and I am a big believer in recycling – everything possible. That means more than glass, plastic, metal and paper. I donate unused items to Goodwill, do clothing swaps with friends and of course I often make subs recycle their own cum . . . but that’s another story.
Today I have two items that should be enjoyed as opposed to being thrown away. Two pairs of Wolford pantyhose are available for purchase at the cost of $36 each (includes domestic shipping) or $56 for both. Both have runs and smell like Me. I will accept Amazon gift cards or cash.me. Just email Me at ayn at mistressayn.com for details and to check availability.
Imagine wearing or inhaling a pair while watching My clips. Other items like panties and stockings are also available from time to time, so feel free to ask.
The castration complete, Mistress Ayn took a moment to examine her handiwork.
“Much better,” the Domina said to herself. “Now there will be no more rude erections, no more messy ejaculations.”
Almost gently, Mistress Ayn cradled what had been eugine’s manhood in the palm of Her gloved hand. The submissive winced at the Mistress’s touch, streaks of pain shooting through his limp member like fragile strands of a spider web.
“Good boy,” Mistress Ayn whispered. These were the words that eugene longed so much to hear.
“Now you can serve Me in many ways” Mistress Ayn continued. “Purely, simply, without the interference of a hard, dripping cock.” Mistress Ayn stroked the stretched skin of eugene’s former member once again, hurting him but pleasing Her.
“It will be better this way, Mistress Ayn continued. Her voice was filled with the sort of confidence born from years of breaking submissives, bending men to her will.
“Good boy,” Mistress Ayn intoned. “Perhaps someday you will understand how this is really all for the best. For now, let Me explain how you may begin serving Me.”
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