Smoking Cure

Good news! it’s taken Me months of trials and tribulations, but I’ve finally managed to end My slave-hubby bob’s filthy smoking habit.
The key to his cure?
A flavored cigarette.
Remember flavored cigarettes? They tasted like candy (chocolate, mocha mint, pineapple coconut) and came in brightly colored packages.
Critics complained that they were designed, as USA Today reported, “to lure kids into lighting up.”
In 2009 the Feds passed a law barring the sale of any cigarettes flavored with cloves, fruit, anything other than menthol.
But that’s how I cured My slave bob.
I told him that henceforth he could smoke as many cigarettes a day as he wanted, as long as I personally flavored each cigarette first. To see My smoking cure, click here.

Video: Slave-Hubby bob's CBT

I record lots of home video illustrating aspects of My Domestic Discipline marriage. It’s My FemDom Family Album. Now I’ve decided to share some of My video clips on this blog, beginning with one of My favorite hobbies: Performing painful CBT on My slave-husband's cock.
Every Domme knows that controlling a male slave means maintaining absolute dominion over his penis. My slave-hubby bob’s stubborn little cock may be fixed to his torso but in reality it’s My private property, to bless with favors or to abuse as I see fit.
Sometimes I’ll feel like teasing his cock, but usually My pleasure derives from torturing it. I’ll use binder clips, nipple clamps, weights, vices, ball crushers, depending on My mood.
But My pet tools for punishing bob’s penis are tightly-sprung, colored plastic clothespins.
Watch Me torment his cock to the soothing music of his muffled moans and groans. ("Muffled" thanks to the face mask forcing a thick leather gag down bob's throat. Otherwise his bellowing would bother the whole neighborhood.) To see bob's CBT session, click here.

Chastity, Tease & Denial

Chastity-tease-and-denial is one of My favorite ways to punish a slave. For instance, a few months ago I was out running some errands. I returned home unexpectedly early and surprised My subby hubby bob watching porn on the internet and jerking off. I do not ever allow slave bob to watch porn films or masturbate without My permission.
I was so angry that My immediate reaction was to head for the kitchen, grab a knife and cut of his cock. But I restrained Myself. Why should I damage My own damn’ property, however useless it was? Instead I locked his cock in a CB6000 and attached the key to a gold chain around My neck. Now even if he sneaks off and watches porn, I know he won’t be able to masturbate.
For health reasons, I do allow him to remove his cock cage once a month when I supervise his masturbation to orgasm. I give him a red plastic cup to collect his cum, which I refrigerate for later use. (More about this red plastic cup later.) I know he’s desperate to orgasm but I’ll stand there watching and timing him. I order him to cum within three minutes or I threaten him with a painful caning and locking his cock back in the CB6000. The fact that I’m standing there laughing at him all the time he’s masturbating humiliates him and makes him feel totally inadequate. It make it so much more difficult for him to orgasm.
I found a video of Miss Gia Dimarco teasing and denying Her slave. She drives Her slave to total and utter sexual frustration. I loved the video. You too can watch it here.

New FemDom Videos

What a difference ten years have made in the quality of FemDom videos. A decade ago the few FemDom movies available for purchase were mostly produced by rank amateurs. The closest these alleged “Dommes” probably ever got to a real-life dungeon was a couple of nights spent in jail after a weekend-long booze bender. Nowadays, fortunately, that’s all changed. There are videos on offer over the web that are recordings of authentic FemDom sessions, featuring beautiful, skilled professional Mistresses punishing their groveling pain-slut subs. In fact, at this moment, as part of Mistress Leesa’s FemDom Links, I’m putting together a page of the best of these videos. So far it’s a work-in-progress, but you can have a sneak peak by clicking here. Just make sure, before you click, to turn the volume way down. The Dommes’ whips cracking against the bare asses of hapless male slaves might wake up the neighbors.

YouTube's Video Censorship

I'm shocked! YouTube deleted My two videos, alleging that their content was sexually explicit and thus in violation of YouTube's "Community Guidelines." I don't get it. Both videos seem positively prudish compared to other BDSM videos I've seen on YouTube. I'm posting them here on My blog so you can decide for yourself. Click here to watch the first video: Lick My Boots Clean, Slave! And click here to watch the second video: Sensuous Spanking. What's your verdict? Are they "sexually explicit" or not?

OTK Spanking Video

Today I posted My second YouTube video, this time on OTK spanking. My slave is over My lap, enjoying the sensuous feel of My hand rubbing his nearly bare butt, preparing it for a severe spanking. . . . .
Breaking News: YouTube deleted this video! To view the video, click this link: Sensuous Spanking

My First YouTube Video!

First the good news: I've posted My first video on YouTube, titled "Lick My boots clean, slave!" I'll be posting more videos, so keep checking back.
And now the bad news: I woke up yesterday morning to find that a bunch of My posts had somehow vanished from the blog, including DomCon Atlanta 2010 and My entire Buenos Aires trip. But at least I still have the sweet memories in My head.
Breaking News: YouTube censored this video. Click this link to view it: Lick My Boots Clean, Slave!

DomCon LA 2010: Day 5, Sunday

The Mistresses’ Tea, hosted by Irene Boss, was held on the last day of DomCon.
For this event, the Mistresses sat at tables. Sissy-maids offered Us a wide variety of teas to choose from. Photographer David Jackson, of DDI Magazine, did an impromptu shoot. Again, there was lots of merriment and laughter.
That evening there was the DomCon After Party. One of the highlights was a large birdcage with interior rods at all angles, suspended from a metal frame. Irene Boss put Shannon, Mistress LunaSea’s female sub, inside the cage and positioned the rods to immoblize her. Irene would move the cage to one side or another, causing the rods to poke different parts of Shannon’s torso.
Then Irene used a Hitachi wand to torment Shannon’s inner thighs.
Simultaneously, all around there were other fetish-play activities.
Domme Jaguar of Mexico City had ChainMaille Mike on a St. Andrew’s Cross. She was punching his back with Her fists while kneeing him in the testicles from behind. From time to time She took a step back and let fly a well-aimed boot-tip crushing his balls and cock. Mike was in utter agony but he’s too much of a pain slut to quit.
In another part of the room, a male Dom was demonstrating the art of Florentine (two-handed) flogging on a female submissive. Another couple was engaged in suspension rope bondage.
It was a scene straight off the pages of Dante’s Inferno.
The next Circle of Hell is DomCon Atlanta in October.

DomCon LA 2010: Day 4, Saturday

Princess Kali of Boston led a workshop on the “Dragon’s Tail,” which She calls the “most versatile toy in Your tool bag.”
And She’s quite right. It’s a great tool for a novice and extremely versatile in the hands of an experienced Mistress.
The Dragon’s Tail is a special type of whip consisting of a wooden handle wrapped with leather, to which a wide triangular piece of thin leather or suede is attached. This piece of leather or suede forms a lash which is a hollow tube tapering to a point at the striking end.
You can use the tip as a whip, which is its most painful use.
You can use the broader surface of the triangular piece of leather or suede to deliver less pain.
Or, you can fold it over, with the tip and handle in Your hand and use the instrument as a paddle.
Thus, one simple-looking tool can be used as three different devices, with their varying sensations.
Princess Kali demonstrated on a female sub’s ass, starting gently with light thuds. By the time She finished up using the tip of the tail, the sub was moaning and whimpering.
The Pro Domme Social, which I sponsored that evening, was a great success. At least 50 Mistresses attended and slave sea served Us champagne from a silver tray. There were hors d’oeuvres of shrimp cocktail, sandwiches and fruit salad.
The Mistresses were dressed in their fetish finery: boots, leather and latex. And everywhere beautiful breasts bulging out of tight corsets with cinched waists.
The flow of champagne was constant, inducing an atmosphere of bubbly cordiality. Lots of chatter and even more laughter.
Photographer David Jackson of DDI Magazine came in near the end to photograph small groups of Mistresses. There was also a female photographer from LA Weekly, plus others whose affiliations I can’t recall.
The flashing light bulbs were an appropriate finale for what had turned out to be a glamorous and fun gala.
At night, I attended the DomCon LA Fetish Ball/Play Party at LA’s sprawling Passive Arts play space. Kinksters were wheeling in whole suitcases full of their toys. Every room was filled with Mistresses whipping their slaves’ asses or torturing their cocks and balls.
One thing I did notice was that the tide seemed to have turned in a year. This time there were far more FemDom led couples.
Hallelujah!

DomCon LA 2010: Day 3, Friday

Friday morning and DomCon LA was in full swing.
The vendors had set up their booths. Walking around the vendors’ hall, I spied Victor Tella of SnakeWhip.com. Victor seemed to be reading something from what I presumed was his KIndle. He told me it was his brand new iPad. He let me play a car race game. I must have had a million fatal crashes before I finally limped across the finish line. The colors were gorgeous, I’m hooked. I must have an iPad!
I went on to the workshop entitled: ““Lock and Load: Extreme Tease and Denial through Milking, Forced & Ruined Orgasms and Chastity Training,” led by Ms. Eve Minax, Domina and BDSM educator.
There was a bondage bed nearby.
Ms. Eve began by discussing orgasm denial. She had brought along her personal slave, Rick, who was wearing a CB 6000 chastity device. A man in the audience stood up to show his custom-made all-steel chastity cage. She discussed the hygienic advantages of an all-steel device over a plastic device.
She made a point of saying that men should learn to put on and deal with their own cages. “They are there to please me,” she added, “and not vice-versa.”
Next Ms. Eve needed a “masturbator” for her forced-orgasm demonstration. Someone from the audience grabbed ChainMaille Mike from the vendors’ hall nearby. Ms. Eve asked what position he used for masturbating: standing, sitting or lying down. He said, sitting down. Ms. Eve then asked the audience why men had changed from masturbating standing up to masturbating sitting down. The audience shouted back, in near unison: “Because they’re jerking off at their computers, watching porn!”
Ms. Eve asked Mike if he used anything to facilitate his masturbating, such as a cream or soap. He said, no, just his hand.
She borrowed a shoelace from someone in the audience, then wrapped it around Mike’s cock and balls, separating the testicles. She told him, “Go for it!” and start masturbating to get a full erection.
Mike was having a hard time due to the distraction of Eve’s lecture and comments from the audience. Once he finally achieved a semi-hard erection, Eve made him lie down on the bondage bed She slipped a portable sling under his back and around his thighs, forcing his legs apart in the air and completely exposing his cock, balls and anus.
She inserted a Betty Dodson “barbell” up his ass to massage his prostate as he jerked off.
While Mike was masturbating, Ms Eve discussed another, more painful form of forced masturbation: After the male sub cums, he is forced to orgasm again--and again.
She said that she tells male clients who request this form of forced orgasm to practice at home first, in order to see if they can masturbate to a second or third orgasm. (Some men can and others cannot.) Otherwise, they’ll show up for an hour-long session, have an orgasm in 15 minutes--and leave. “It’s their dime,” she said, “but it leaves me very disappointed.”
Finally Mike started groaning with pleasure, pleading, “Can I cum, can I cum?”
First the audience said, no. But finally Eve relented and gave him permission. She said, “Was that good, Mike?” “Y-e-e-e-s,” he purred.

DomCon LA 2010: Day 2, Thursday

The first workshop of the morning was “Fetishes and Sensual Domination.” The presenter was Mistress LunaSea, of Charlotte, N.C.. She began by recounting a personal anecdote about a client whose fantasy was being a very young schoolboy. Then She asked the other Mistresses in attendance for their personal stories. The best was related by Domina Erotica, who had a client whose fetish was infantilism. As part of the session, they went to a posh Manhattan restaurant. Domina Erotica was dressed in an elegant outfit, Her client was wearing a business suit, carrying a pink baby bag over his shoulder with the name “Emily” on it.
They were seated in a private booth, partially closed off by a curtain. They could still look out and anyone passing by could look in.
The waiter took their orders. Dominica Erotica ordered baby pork chops, mashed potatoes and peas for “baby Emily.”
To the waiter’s surprise, when he delivered their food he found baby Emily dressed in a frilly pink dress, with a pacifier in her/his mouth.
The waiter departed and Domina Erotica began hand-feeding baby Emily. But Emily was misbehaving, turning her head away, leaving food smeared on her face and on the floor.
A couple walked by. The wife paused briefly to peek in past the curtains. The woman returned a few minutes later. “Is that your baby?” she asked Domina Erotica in a classy English accent. Domina Erotica said, “yes.”
A different waiter, trying to suppress a smile, came in to ask if everything was okay. Despite his best efforts, he burst out laughing.
As punishment for Emily’s bratty behavior, Domina Erotica leashed her/him and paraded baby Emily through the restaurant en route to the men’s bathroom. The bathroom was crowded with male customers. Emily was in and out in about ten seconds.
Back in the dining booth, the client put on his business suit again. But Domina Erotica insisted that he keep the pacifier in his mouth until they reached the car. Once inside the car, She made him wear his baby bonnet. He drove off, went through a red light--and got stopped by a NYC cop. The officer asked to see the client’s driver's license. He issued a ticket, then said, “You guys going to a party?” “Yes,” said Domina Erotica. “I’d like that address,” the cop quipped.
Princess Kali of Boston led the second workshop, entitled “Making Erotic Videos For Fun or Profit.” She laughed and said, “I guess those of you here are interested in the ‘profit’ part.” The Princess gave the Dommes excellent, detailed counsel about the pro’s and con’s of setting up membership-based web sites.
Next came a workshop on “Saline Infusion Technique,” presented by Mistress Serene, wearing Her Doctor’s garb. She filled the ball sac of the first male volunteer with 900 cc. of saline solution. Then She injected saline solution into Hoodman’s penis. The third volunteer was a novice. Later on, I asked him what pleasure he got from the experience. He said that, after the injection, whenever he moved about he felt an enormous burst of erotic stimulation.
Mistress Precious led the final workshop, titled “Transformation,” expertly transforming her sub Dick into Diana.
At the Mistresses Dinner, I saw a flash of red hair and knew that had to be Goddess Soma, whom I’d befriended last October at Kink In The Caribbean. With Soma was LaLo, whom I’d also met at Kink. The dinner was full of laughter and good fun for all.
After dinner, We went on to the Meet & Greet, sponsored by Mistress January. We stayed for a while, then went to Landings, the lobby bar/restaurant, for a night cap.

DomCon LA 2010: Day 1, Wednesday

It was fun attending the first workshop of DomCon LA 2010. The event started a little late because Mistresses were greeting old friends and making new ones. It was like coming home again.
The first workshop focused on still photography and was led by Eric Charles. His advice with regard to positioning models and lighting was extremely useful. For demonstration purposes he used a slim, pretty model. He showed how to position a model’s torso and feet for best photographic advantage. Eric also described how to properly use both natural and artificial lighting for best effect.
The second industry worship centered on turning web sites profitable. Sienna Sinclaire, who owns several successful pay sites, was the presenter. She counseled the Mistresses on how to generate profits from their web sites by adding interactive features such as web cams, video clips and members-only areas.
But for Me the next workshop was the most useful. Mistress Precious and Her model, Genesis, gave a thorough demonstration of the techniques of bastinado, the BDSM art of punishing the soles of a submissive’s feet. Mistress Precious had Genesis lie face down on a bondage table, with an active vibrator jammed between her thighs in the genital area. Then Mistress Precious bound Genesis' feet to the table. Mistress Precious next used a variety of instruments to punish the soles of Genesis’ feet, including a small wooden paddle, a spiked roller (the kind used in a kitchen to chop herbs), a cane, a riding crop and a violet wand. Throughout the session, Genesis was genuinely screaming and begging for mercy.
From time to time, the Dominatrix applied cold water to Genesis’ feet, in order to instensify the pain.
Mistress Precious saved the best for last. She applied aromatherapy oil to Genesis’ feet, massaging them gently. Then She took a hair dryer and blew hot air on Genesis' soles, heating up the oil. Periodically, Mistress Precious would pause to apply ice, cooling down Genesis' feet, then resume tormenting her with the hair dryer. Afterwards, Mistress Precious warned that the oil-and-hair dryer combination shouldn't be used by amateurs, since a mistake could produce second-degree burns.

Kink In The Caribbean 10-Day 6

I began My sixth day at Kink In The Caribbean by dealing with two pieces of portable property that I own: My subby hubby's ass and his penis.
Despite My orders to the contrary, each day of the Kink event slave bob had been increasing his intake of cigarettes. So this morning, before breakfast, I ordered him to pull down his underpants and climb over My knees for a severe maintenance spanking. I used My hand, then My carcass beater to paint bob's ass cheeks with deep colorful bruises. Two strokes for every one of the 32 cigarettes he had smoked yesterday.
As regular readers of this blog know, slave bob is an utter wimp when it comes to pain, so beatings for him are much more effective forms of punishment than, say, corner time or a loss of privileges.
Next item on My D/s agenda was his penis.
While I was spanking him over My knees, I'd felt his cock stiffen, smearing nasty pre-cum all over My thigh. I keep bob on a strict regimen of male chastity, which includes no sex with Me or anyone else. Twice a month, however, for his mental and physical health, I allow him to masturbate in front of Me. Surrounded by all these beautiful Women, and sleeping with Me in the same bed (the couch in the room is too small for him and the tiled floor too cold), I sensed that his need for sexual release was becoming urgent.
So immediately after his spanking I ordered him onto the bed and gave him 15 minutes to pump his penis until he had an orgasm. Meanwhile, I sat on a nearby chair and read the New Yorker magazine that Erect-Penis-Man had kindly left Me yesterday morning.
After bob spewed his sperm all over himself, I told him to shower. With My ass-and-penis problem resolved, I went off to enjoy My day of kinky fun in the sun.
In the afternoon I took slave bob along to the Erotic Cuckolding class presented by Goddess Soma.
The Goddess briefed the attendees on the history of cuckolding, citing references to the fetish from a variety of authors (including Geoffrey Chaucer and Leopold von Sacher Masoch, the founder of Masochism) and asked the people present to describe either their experiences of, or their feelings about, cuckoldry. The discussion ranged broadly, covering the difference between "swinging" and cuckolding. In swinging the relationship between man and woman is equal because both partners are having sex. In cuckoldry, the "cuck" partner is a bystander, allowed to participate only in menial, humiliating ways, such as cleaning up the "Bull" and "Hotwife" afterwards.
Of course, during this Kink week I have seen many arrangements that wouldn't pass muster at a conventional all-inclusive resort. For instance, there are slaves here providing services to Mistresses in exchange for sessions. And many couples, some of whom have just met at the resort, are combining with others as play partners.
As usual, in the evening there were theme parties. To attend the Fetish Asylum Party, Mistresses and Their slaves dressed in medical outfits: nurses, doctors with stethescopes, etc..
And again, as usual, as I am leaving My room the next morning for breakfast I encouter friends who have been partying all night and are enroute to their rooms to catch a quick nap before the fun starts all over again.

Kink In The Caribbean 10-Day 5

Hanging out at the bar after breakfast, I spot yesterday's Erect-Penis-Man ambling toward the breakfast area, but this time he is sporting a lilac-colored bathing suit with a similar pouch in front. Except that today his penis is slightly more flaccid.
M, whom I haven't seen for a couple of days, appears with heavy chains around Her arms and fists. I realized She had been busy the past few days practicing bedroom bondage on Her slave.
My slave bob mentioned the mirror above each bed which distorts (in a flattering fashion) anyone lying beneath it. Look up during sex and you see yourself as long, slim and elegant. Kind of a kinked up version of the old comic-strip character Plastic Man. bob said to Her, "Everyone gains eight inches in height and loses 80 pounds in weight." M laughed and said, "Stop it, already! I look fabulous whether I'm looking in the mirror or not." I could tell by the drool dripping from the corners of bob's lips that he agreed. M is a slim, sophisticated, very attractive New York blonde.
willem rabbit and his Mistress Rosie dropped by to drag Me off to the "Suction Bed Time Stories" workshop, while I sent bob up to the room to perform some menial chores I needed done. his primary task was to scour the hotel for a fresh towel so that I could have a shower after the workshop. bob understood My urgency and the penalty for failing to find a towel. I had packed My single-tail whip and carcass beater and was eager for an opportunity to use them on his worthless ass.
Iain from the U.K. conducted the interactive workshop. Iain showed us how total enclosure, encapsulation and deprivation in a suction bed can be "a wet dream come true. . .or your worst nightmare."
robin, Mistress Riva's slave, was the first willing victim. Iain demonstrated how light hand strokes could provide erotic stimulation.
Mistress Riva took no notice and flogged slave robin hard through the latex that encased him. This practiced Mistress needed no introduction to suction play.
Next came Goddess Nyx and Her male slave "whore".
This was T/their first try at suction play. Mistress Nyx asked someone for a bucket of ice, which was brought to Her. With Her slave encased in the suction bed Goddess Nyx rubbed ice all over his nipples and chest. A volunteer male from the class used a Hitachi-wand vibrator on slave whore's genitals. Mistress Rosie then straddled him, pinching his nipples and massaging his chest and nipples with ice.
willem rabbit was eagerly awating his turn for erotic torment. he needed no gentle introduction to pain and his brutal flogging through latex began immediately.
That evening was the "Primal Mayhem Tribal Beach Party," held on the "prude" beach. Mistresses and Their slaves were strutting about in T/their creative "tribal" costumes throughout dinner and around the bar. I knew this party was going to last all night.
And by the way: slave bob did find a shower towel for Me. But I beat his ass with My single-tail whip anyway.

Kink In The Caribbean 10-Day 4

Breakfast seems to be the time when weird things happen. This morning when I look up from My cup of coffee I witness this apparition: a man in a skimpy lemon-yellow bathing suit with a dildo sticking out from between his thighs. He is about to seat himself at the table next to mine when I realize that it's not a dildo, it's his erect penis sheathed in a condom-like structure that is part of the fabric of his bathing suit.
That's a first!
Later in the morning I attended a class led by world famous English Whip Master Alex Cobra. The class was scheduled to last for an hour but turned into a two-and-a-half hour demonstration of a variety of single-tail whips and how to properly wield them.
It was an interactive class, in which Alex showed attendees how to position their bodies so that the energy flowed directly from their torsos through the whip to the recepients. He emphasized the importance of interpreting the recepient's body language. Some people will say they want X when they really want Y. Their body language will speak louder and truer than their words. Alex also demonstrated the art of holding and using a cane. Alex Cobra is a brilliant teacher and individuals can arrange private lessons with him. His URL is www.cobrawhips.com and his email is alex@cobrawhips.com
That evening I and slave bob went to the late-night V.I.Pee Party held in the Kink indoor dungeon. The champagne was flowing freely, most of it ending up in the bladders of the Pee Mistresses who were present. Several male slaves volunteered to be at the receiving end of the Mistresses' Golden Nectar. Predictably, willem rabbit, My old friend from the OWK celebrations, was first in line. Snow Mercy took expert aim from long distance and shot a jet of nectar into his open mouth, without a trace of splatter. Goddess Soma then spread Her legs around the front of willem's head and instantly emptied Her bladder. Meanwhile, Satine Phoenix stood with Her legs straddling willem, spraying the rest of his body.
Throughout, volunteers kept handing the Pee Mistresses fresh cup of champagne to keep Their bladders filled. Volunteer Mistresses from the audience were invited to come up and spit in the slave's mouths, which several Mistresses did eagerly.
The evening ended on a wild and very wet note.

Kink In The Caribbean 10-Day 3

Monday morning at 7:00 a.m.. I am sitting in the nearly-empty breakfast area waiting for subby-hubby bob to show up. Someone plonks his ass on a chair at My table. I look up and see Zehn, the official DJ of Kink In The Caribbean. He is clutching his sling, having had a rough, sleepless night nurturing his painfully broken shoulder and arm. A few days before departing from Ft. Lauderdale, he had slipped on a rain-slicked sidewalk and had suffered multiple fractures.
Soon My slave bob joined us and W/we spent several hours chatting, then moved on to the bar and traded O/our orange juices for the harder stuff.
Eventually, I strolled off to the Entertainment Center, where the vendors were displaying a dazzling variety of fetish wear. There was Hilary of Hilarys Vanity selling her Gothic and fetish apparel. Alyssa Renee, owner and designer of Blacklickorish Latex, had a table full of Her high fashion, not-necessarily-fetish clothes. There was also Kali Morgan of PassionalBoutique.com (who had led the corset training workshop the previous day) hawking her silk-brocade corsets and latex wear. All three were doing a hugely brisk business.
That evening I and slave bob dressed for the gala Masque Fetish Dinner & Cabaret (whose them was "Casablanca"-style masks and formal fetish attire) at the Pastafari Restaurant. The organizers of Kink had commandeered the venue for the evening. Zehn DJ'd the music, just as he does for most fetish events across the U.S. (he can be contacted at Terro.Chik@gmail.com)
At My table (apart from the inevitable slave bob) was Goddess Soma, Her friend LaLo and their friend Philip, the photographer, plus the charming and cheerful Alex from London. In between courses there was cabaret entertainment. Soma and Snow Mercy started things off. Soma was dressed as a Chaplinesque male and Snow Mercy as a sexy vamp. Their performance was erotically-charged and mesmerizing.
Next came sexy Diamond Back Annie and voluptous Diana Knight.
After dinner W/we went on to "Eyes Wide Shut," the slave auction under the stars. All the Mistresses and slaves turned up, dressed in their finest latex and leather. I can't remember precisely when that raucous event ended but I vaguely remember staggering (in My boots) back to My room in the wee hours of morning.

Kink In The Caribbean 10-Day 2

Sunday morning at breakfast Hilary of L.A.'s Hilarys Vanity (which sells Gothic outfits) asked if I was going on the Kink Group Xcursion Horseback Ride & Swim. I said, "I have My own pony ride arranged. My pony boy is meeting Me at 10:00 a.m., right after breakfast."
willem rabbit showed up at the appointed hour. he was waiting for Me outside the breakfst area, completely naked except for a leather strap encircling his cock & balls. he kissed My feet to welcome Me. The he strapped a leather riding saddle, with stirrups, onto his back. Next he put on his pony mask. I helped him slip on his horseshoe gloves, first the left hoof and then the right. willem had placed a riding crop and a black leather paddle on the chair next to him. I picked them up. he kneeled down so I could comfortably mount him and W/we set off at a stately trot. W/we started off from the main dining area, on the "prude" (clothing optional) side, then up and down the steps of the bridge spanning a nearby swimming pool. he increased his pace once W/we reached flat ground again. All the way people were cheering U/us on, while willem rabbit clapped his hooves together to mimic the sound of horse hooves striking concrete. My masked pony was sweating profusely under the blazing Jamaican sun. So when W/we reached the nude pool by the beach, I dismounted so that he could refresh himself with a drink of water.
To entertain Myself while he rested, I paddled his ass and also beat him with the riding crop. After a five minute break, I remounted My pony and off W/we went, back to the resort's "prude" side.
When I climbed down off the saddle, willem kissed My feet to thank Me for having ridden him so expertly. I left feeling totally exhilarated from My pony-boy ride.
At 1:30 p.m. My slave bob and I attended the corset-fitting workshop. bob desperately needed to sharpen his crude skills as a corset-lacer. That evening I intended to wear the new corset I had purchased at DomCon Atlanta.
A complete waste of time.
bob made a total mess of lacing up My new corset. I finally had to take it off and show him how to do it. It took an extra hour and I wan in danger of losing My reservation at Hedonism III's Italian Restaurant, Pastafari. If I hadn't been in such a rush, I would have devoted several satisfying hours to turning bob's useless butt black and blue.

Kink In The Caribbean 10-Day 1

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Kink In The Caribbean 10

Starting this Saturday I’ll be in Jamaica for a week of kinky fun-in-the-sun. This will be My first excursion to the infamous “Kink In The Caribbean” event, staged annually at the Hedonism III resort in Runaway Bay. Kinksters come from all over the world to “dress for Xcess” or wear nothing at all, enjoying a full schedule of wild theme parties, 24-hour dungeon spaces, contests and Fetish performers. The idea, as the organizers put it, is to “Play, Play, Play--Indoors, Outdoors, All Day, All Night Long!”
I’m especially looking forward to the Masque Dinner and Cabaret on Monday night and UK whip-master Alex Cobra’s “Bull Whips” workshop on Wednesday at 1:30 p.m.. (If, after another night of carousing, I can stumble out of bed that early in the day.)
I’m taking My slave husband, bob, along. (If airline luggage tarrifs weren't so damn outrageous, I'd ship him as excess baggage). As usual, old bob will act as My humble servant and personal whipping boy. One of slave bob’s first assignments will be to attend Sunday's “Lunchtime Corset Fitting Interactive” workshop. I plan to wear the elegant new corset I purchased at DomCon Atlanta and it will be bob’s job to lace Me up, a task he has proven useless at, despite years of trying. (I’m surprised every time he manages to tie his own shoe laces.) Hopefully, he’ll finally learn how to properly lace up a corset at the workshop.
I plan to post on this blog daily from Kink In The Caribbean, so stay tuned for all the dirty details.

DomCon Atlanta 2009, Day 4

On Sunday Domina Irene Boss hosted the Mistresses’ Tea. The prescribed dress code was for Mistresses to wear men’s clothing. Dom Boss came over to where I was sitting and asked Me how I liked Her cock. I looked down and saw a full-size rubber penis sticking out of Her trousers. I reached out and supported the cock with My left hand and with My right hand gave it a few hard smacks. She laughed and said, “You’re a true Domme. You’re the only one who has done that.”
Mistress Ellen joined us with Her rubber penis protruding from Her jeans as well. Pointing at Irene Boss’s penis, I said to Mistress Ellen: “Her dick is bigger than Your dick. Let’s see if I can make it grow.” I gave Mistress Ellen’s rubber penis a few smacks. Mistress Ellen pulled the penis further out from Her jeans. There were peels of laughter from Mistresses seated at the table, as I said, “See how I’ve made it grow.”
The Tea was lots of fun, with all the Mistresses letting their hair down for one the last major events of DomCon Atlanta 2009.
That evening, with slave bob in tow, I attended the DomCon After Party, sponsored by Liberator. There was a total sensory overload with Mistresses publicly punishing their slaves using a variety of dungeon furniture and devices. A beautiful Asian Mistress named Angie had her slave spread-eagled against a wall. She began by spanking his bare ass with Her hand, then used several different paddles on his ass and his cock and balls. It was like scene from a Hollywood fetish flick. Another Mistress was using a nipple-stretcher on Her slave. Meanwhile, other Mistresses were spanking their slaves with various instruments, filling the room with cracks, thuds and smacks.
It wasn’t all pain.
One Mistress was performing sensual domination on her near-naked slave, scratching his back with Her nails and lying on top of him.
Mistress LunaSea walked in with Her boi. I complimented Mistress LunaSea on Her tight-fitting corset that pushed Her ample bosom up and out. I turned to Her boi, who was wearing a school girl outfit with a pair of handcuffs attached to her belt. She turned around and lifted her skirt to show off her panties, whose rear side displayed the phrase “get some.” I immediately took My two-tail whip and gave her a half a dozen strokes, only stopping when she begged for mercy.

DomCon Atlanta 2009, Day 3

On Saturday I had planned on cruising the vendors’ booths in the Exhibiton Hall in search of new toys to buy. But at the very first booth I passed, Ms. Martha’s Corset Shoppe, I saw the most gorgeous leather corset adorned with alligator-skin inserts. The head lacererer, Tofer, laced Me up. The corset fit Me beautifully, but Ms. Martha warned Me that I’d never be able to sit down in that corset. I replied, “Who cares about sitting down? I look so good in it, I’m going to buy it anyway.”
Tofer went on to instruct My slave bob on how to lace up My new corset. In case slave bob forgot the instructions, Tofer added, he could go to YouTube and watch the video that Ms. Martha’s Corset Shoppe had posted, showing how to lace up corsets.
Afterwards, I offered bob a simpler choice. Either he remembers how to properly lace up My new corset or I’ll lace his ass good and hard with My cat-o’-nine-tails.

DomCon Atlanta 2009, Day 2

Friday night was the DomCon Atlanta Play Party, held at 1763. At 10,000 square feet, the play space is said to be the largest in the U.S. The multi-room facility was full of players (in varying stages of undress) using a dizzying variety of dungeon equipment. I noticed immediately that the devices were immaculately maintained, as were the premises. DomCon Mistresses filed in and out, many with their male slaves trudging obediently behind. Their outfits, as usual, were a dazzling display of the latest Fetish fashions. For the occasion, I wore a tightly laced black leather corset, black tights and knee-high lace up black leather boots, with very high heels. Predictably, by the end of the evening I could hardly walk.
Wherever Pro Dommes gather, boots are a common topic of conversation and complaint. Wearing them all day is tiring; sessioning in them is a trial. As one top Pro Domme said yesterday, “I start My sessions wearing boots, then get them off my feet as quickly as I can.”
By the time I left, my feet were killing Me. I noticed a couple of other Dommes walking barefoot with their boots in their hands.
As I was leaving, rain started pouring down. I was surely a sight to behold, staggering to the hotel shuttle on My slave bob’s arm.
It's no wonder that Mistresses need slaves to massage their feet at the end of every evening.

DomCon Atlanta 2009, Day 1

DomCon Atlanta 2009 kicked off yesterday with a full schedule of BDSM industry workshops for Pro Dommes. I attended three classes, led by a trio of top industry professionals: "Defining Yourself In Your Business," by Insatiable Amazon; "Managing Your Business," by Lady Hotchkiss; and, "Marketing Your Business," by Domina M.
In the evening I attended "The Mistresses' Dinner," hosted by Mistress Ellen. The dress code was "formal," so all the Mistresses turned up in fasionable evening dresses. It was fun just hanging out with Pro Dommes I'd met before and meeting new ones. There was lots of laughter and all the Ladies seemed to have a good time.
Then came the traditional "Meet and Greet," which featured a cash bar and was open to all the attendees. After that event, I flopped into bed with sore feet, having strutted around all day and night in high heels.