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“Simultaneously the worst and best experience I have had.” – New Review on Max Fisch

… 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.”

Wolford pantyhose for sale – worn and scented

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.

 

Catch Me while you can. Scheduling last sessions of the year.

Last sessions for 2017

If you have been putting off scheduling a session, now is the time to act.  The upcoming holidays are just around the corner and I will be taking a sabbatical starting the week of November 19th through December 26th – and possibly until the first of the year.  Book now to get your final training sessions in before I am gone . . . otherwise, you will have to wait until next year.

 

Upcoming travel

Washington, DC:  October 30th – November 1st.  My schedule in DC is almost completely booked so if you are looking for a session while I am there, act now.  For more information about that trip click here.

Charlotte, NC:  I am trying to organize a final trip to Charlotte this year.  Tentative dates are November 13th and 14th or another combination of dates during the week of November 12th.  If you are interested in seeing Me in Charlotte, let Me know so I can plan accordingly.

 

Filming

I am also going to try to get at least one more filming day in, so if you have been fantasizing about a custom clip, inquire now.  New content from a shoot with Syren Productions is hitting AynRules.com now and some new POVs are on their way too.  To subscribe, visit Aynrules.com.

 

There is still time to book your “ultimate” experience.  Check out FemDom Mansion.

 

 

A poem for Mistress Ayn

warrenI was contacted by a submissive who wanted Me to take over control of his cock.  It was a simple enough request.  I would call him anytime, day or night, and ask if My cock was hard.  If it wasn’t he had to take the necessary measures to make sure it was standing at attention for Me.  I agreed to take on the responsibility of clyde’s cock, but I added a stipulation – clyde wasn’t allowed to ejaculate.  Hmmm . . . hard cock, held chaste for Me.  I love it.

After about 2 weeks of this, poor clyde was in agony, so we scheduled a session.  I decided to ratchet things up a bit the day of his session.  (That’s a big surprise, right?)  He was instructed to wear tight thong underwear that would effectively strap the phone to his cock and balls.  The phone was put on vibrate and for the next 24 hours, I tortured clyde’s cock remotely.  From the wee hours of the morning through the business meetings he had the next day – I was ruthless.

One of clyde’s many tasks over the preceding two weeks was to write Me a poem.  He presented Me with the poem at our session and I made him read it to Me aloud.  What I had expected was a glorified limerick.  What he gave Me was 3 page manifesto.  So I teased him while he read to Me by calling the phone that was still strapped to his cock.  By now his cock was so sensitive that we would jump and dance around while it rang.  What a site!  Poor clyde in his tight little black thong, jumping around while trying to read his ode to Me.  The vision still brings a smile to My face.

The photo to the right is a picture of clyde’s poem.  It is a little crinkled because I used it to clean the pre-cum off his cock during the session.  Clyde was a very messy boy.

 

 

 

Edging into chastity – one sub’s perspective

20100731-05834-web-copyThis musing was written by one of My greedy little sluts (My gls) who will remain in his hiding place to the rest of the world.  All that matters is that he surfaces when he serves Me – which isn’t often enough for either of Us/us.

“Edging into Chastity. It may be your first telephone call or your forty-first email it makes no difference. Standing or sitting, you are still deciding whether to push the final button right up till when you either weaken or gain resolve. The push of the send button dispatching a carefully crafted email, or pressing that last number on your phone dials Her number. you are drawn to Her like a moth to a flame. you can never resist.

You meet Her criteria and are granted a session. It might be in 24 hours or two weeks, it doesn’t matter.

The time leading up to Your/your session is like the countdown to a rocket launch. You are in preparation mode now, driven by your own sense of preparedness, or better still following Her instructions to the letter.

As the clock moves you closer, your heartbeat increases and your mind wanders. You surreptitiously visit Her website, follow Her tweets, read Her blog, then the realization hits; you have already become Her sub, Her sissy, Her slut, Her slave and Her session is still three days away.

Suddenly you are standing in front of Her Dungeon pressing another button. This time the pressing of a button opens a door, a door that leads you into the dark secrets that you keep hidden from everyone but Her.

you step inside into the place where you most want to be. The door closes and in a matter of minutes She takes you from that place that you have always dreamed of, to a place She knows you need to be.

you were afraid of this happening and you wonder how She knew about that other place.”

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