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.

The Romantic Adventures Of A Milkmaid (Apologies To Thomas Hardy)

I’ve been so busy this past month getting Mistress Leesa’s FemDom Forum off the ground that I’ve hardly had time to breathe, let alone create a new blog entry.
I began with a blank slate: no members and no posts.
No one wants to join an empty chat board, so My first task was to spread the word that My new forum existed, then recruit some of My Lady friends (lifestyle Dommes and Pro Dommes) to start posting.
Then I enlisted the help of male submissives, some of whom I’d been corresponding with on other BDSM boards and others who are former or current clients of Mine.
Plus, of course, My slave husband, bob, who was one of the earliest contributors. (I do not allow bob to post without My prior approval.)
The strategy worked. Sparked by the posts from My coterie of forum pioneers, membership has dramatically increased,
As I write there are 247 active members (with new ones registering every day) who collectively have produced 79 threads and 339 posts.
Not bad for a Femdom forum that didn’t exist five weeks ago.
Aside from the fun of seeing My forum grow so rapidly, there have been other, more personal rewards. In particular, I’m learning lessons from the members' discussions that I’m applying to My personal life.
For example, as regular readers of this blog know, for a while I imposed on My slave hubby a regimen of total, without exception, orgasm denial. he was not allowed to use his penis for anything except to pee.
No sexual contact with Me, no masturbation. Nothing. his pee-pee’s function as a sperm factory was finished.
The problem was, he was always suffering from blue balls or some other genital malady.
Or else I’d catch him masturbating in the bathroom.
I found Myself wasting too much time sleuthing outside the bathroom door (listening for those telltale moans and groans) and scrutinizing his cock in search of tiny traces of stuck toilet paper.
I might as well give up being a Pro Domme and a Webmistress, I realized, and hang out a shingle touting My diagnostic skill as a urologist.
So I modified My total-orgasm-denial program.
bob was allowed to masturbate into a condom in front of Me one morning a week.
bob loved it. (Anything was better than nothing.) And besides, he was in control again, making Me sit there and watch him masturbate, which (I'm convinced) added greatly to his pleasure during the climactic eruption of semen at the end.
So for Me it was not only a boring time-waster, but an irritating one.
But it did calm down My hubby’s cock frenzy.
And then came the Femdom forum and suddenly I had no time left for time-wasters.
I had to suspend bob’s weekly masturbation sessions.
It wasn’t long before he was back to his old blue balls and toilet-paper-glued-to-penis routines.
Then, in a forum thread about “ordered masturbation,“ I got a little help from My friends. One of the lifestyle Mistresses posted about using prostate milking as a form of penis punishment.
I was familiar with prostate milking: how to milk a slave’s prostate and the benefits of doing so. (The slave cums without the contractions that provide all the pleasure during an orgasm.)
But the lifestyle Mistress suggested a new twist on prostate milking. Instead of positioning the submissive on a bed with his ass in the air, then working his prostate gland with a dildo, she said, you could save time and effort by positioning the slave on his back with his knees tight to his chest and teaching him to milk himself.
Perfect!
It took Me half a day to show bob how to milk his prostate correctly, but the instruction was well worth the time and effort.
Once a week, at the appointed hour, slave hubby comes naked into My office and lies down on the couch across from My computer desk with his legs up against his chest.
I place a dish under his penis to catch his gooey emission, then get back to work.
I’m chatting on the telephone or pounding away at My computer. subby hubby is diddling himself with a dildo.
I must admit that I occasionally sneak a peek just when cum starts dripping from his flaccid penis into the dish.
No spasms, no spurts, no joy.
But no blue balls or self-abuse, either.

My New FemDom Forum

Finally, after lots of sweat equity, My new femdom forum is up and running.
Now I need your help to make this forum a success.
The forum is brand new, so you have a unique opportunity to be there from the beginning and help structure it to your own tastes and interests.
Go to Mistress Leesa’s FemDom Forum and register.
As a member, you’ll be able to post in any of the existing forum threads and put up new ones of your own.
Be sure to create your personal public Profile. (See “Profiles” in the FAQ on the top navigation bar.) You can provide details about yourself, a profile picture, picture albums and an avatar image that will appear beside your name every time you post.
You can also create your own Social Groups comprised of people who share your interests. (See “Social Groups” in the FAQ.)
If you have ideas for improving the site (suggestions for new forums, comments, etc.) or want to ask Me a personal question, go to Ask Mistress Leesa. I’ll personally answer every suggestion, comment or question.
I want this forum to encompass all sides of the FemDom community.
As I said above: I need your help to make it work.
Go to Mistress Leesa’s FemDom Forum and start participating.

Artist At Work: The Beauty of Beating Male Ass

The fun I had at the Passive Arts dungeon during DomCon LA reminded Me of a fact of life I’d forgotten.
As a Pro Domme, I ‘ve earned high fees to play for pay.
But even if I weren’t paid a penny, there’d be parts of Pro Dommery I’d perform gratis.
In particular, I love punishing male ass.
Nothing pleases Me more than the sight of a male slave, trousers and underpants hugging his ankles, bending over to offer Me his unmarked buttocks.
It evokes My artistic side; his ass is the pristine canvass I’m going to paint with colorful bruises.
Sometimes I’ll start “painting” with My hand, just to bring a girlish blush to his ass cheeks.
But it’s not all about color.
Sound is an essential component, too.
My long leather double slapper echoes off the submissive’s backside with a satisfying “crack,” sending droplets of ass sweat airborne.
But My hand and My slapper can only draw a preliminary sketch.
To create in earnest, delivering the serious corrective discipline that every male-creature deserves, I need other tools.
Sometimes I’ll choose My small cat-o’-nine-tails (perfect for whipping from the rear his hanging ball sack, too).
The “cat” stings like a bee bite; it gets My slave’s attention.
Then I’ll take target practice with My black leather paddle.
I love the thud of My paddle bruising the slave’s bottom.
It’s a multimedia experience, part visual, part audio.
I’m not only painting a canvas now, I’m composing a complex symphony of hurt.
And the slave is collaborating, scoring My composition with a hoarse chorus of syncopated grunts and groans.
That’s My signal to take a measured step backward and fiercely attack his ass with My two-tail whip.
Snap, crackle and pop.
The welts, that is, popping up all over his butt.
If he’s a pain slut, I’ll keep up the whipping until I’m about to draw blood.
That ‘s when I put down My whip and pick up My favorite toy of all.
My carcass beater doesn’t look menacing.
A simple loop of flexible polyethylene, attached to a handle.
But the instrument can deliver a surprisingly wide range of sensations.
If I tap gently, the slave experiences sensual stinging.
If I launch an all-out blitzkrieg against the subby’s bare butt, the carcass beater raises instant welts and C-shaped blue bruises.
Soon I’ve transformed My slave’s ass into a fleshy Rosetta Stone of mottled hieroglyphs.
I step back. Smiling, I admire My work.
I’ve turned a pair of once-blank buttocks into a picture-perfect portrait of pain.

DomCon LA: Thursday

Thirty-three Pro Dommes and nine of their submissives (male and female) attended The Mistress Dinner held in a private area of Hilton LAX's The Cafe restaurant.
Mistress Nicolette was at My table, along with Mistress Veronique, Bitch Goddess, Mistress O and Mistress Asia.
I'd first met Mistress Nicolette at The OWK.
(Her technique using two floggers at the same time, one in each hand, was amazing.)
She doesn't stand for male insubordination.
For instance, the waiter forgot to serve Me a salad. Instead he served it to a slave at the table behind us.
In a tone that cut like a whip, Mistress Nicolette immediately admonished him.
"This is not how it's done!"
Meekly, the waiter retrieved the salad he'd served to the slave and tip-toed to our table, delivering My salad to Me.
All of the Ladies at Our table started clapping, punctuated by collective bursts of triumphant laughter.
Women over men!
After the dinner, I attended the Meet and Greet, hosted by Domina Irene Boss.
The Meet and Greet cocktail party is DomCon's official kickoff.
There was a milling crowd of Pro Dommes, Lifestyle Doms, submissives and leather people, both male and Female, all in their trendiest fetish finery.
At one point, a figure of indeterminate gender dressed in a nun's habit sat down at My table.
It wore a name tag that said "Margaret Snatcher."
Given My British educational background, I immediately said: "Margaret Thatcher, Milk Snatcher," recalling the old refrain about the former British prime minister.
It responded, "That's not where it's from. I always wanted a snatch. Now I'm a post-op TS and I've got one."
That set the tone for the rest of the evening.
Ultimately, again, the beautiful, blonde Mistress Nicolette stole the show, absolutely dazzling in Her black vinyl outfit with the plunging neckline.
Tonight I'm looking forward to the DomCon Play Party, the largest Play Party of the year in Los Angeles at one of L.A.'s most prestigious Dungeons, the 7000 square foot Passive Arts Studios.
I'll post a full report tomorrow.

DomCon LA: Wednesday

DomCon LA opened with a day of intimate "Industry Only" workshops.
Mistress Cyan of Mistress Cyan's Sanctuary of Female Domination led an informative discussion about "Surviving A Bad Economy."
Then Domina Irene Boss followed with a pair of illuminating discussions: "Marketing Yourself and Your Business" and "Managing Your Business."
Finaily, Mistress Precious presented part 1 of "The Business Practices of Professional Domination," an enlightening review of time management and record keeping techniques.
About 15 Pro Dommes participated in each session.
They were impressed with the free exchange of ideas and how willing these three top Mistresses were to share info with them in order to help them improve their businesses.
This afternoon I'm looking forward to The Mistress Dinner.
Afterwards, there's DomCon LA's official kick off: the annual Meet and Greet.
It's a huge cocktail party where members of the BDSM, Leather, Fetish and Professional Communities turn out in full regalia to celebrate another (hopefully) wild and wonderous DomCon weekend.