Sissies and Massages and Fuck Pigs, Oh My!!!

I can hardly begin to describe the insanity that went down in my house this afternoon. I am kicking myself severely for not taking pics. I managed to snap two (bad) pics with my cellphone, which I will include.

Sissy arrived early, which is unlike her. She is usually on time to the minute. I put her to work scrubbing down the walls in her ruffled uniform and 5 inch heels while Bacon worked in the kitchen. I took my time getting ready, having fun doing my makeup and playing with my hair, and when I was finished I just sat and looked pretty while the slaves finished their chores.

I brought the boys downstairs and made them strip. Sissy down to her sequined red panties and stockings, and Bacon down to the flesh. I bent them over side by side, four perfect asscheeks to spank, all in a row. What fun! I paddled them both soundly, until their asses were a nice cherry red. When I felt their poor tushies had had enough, I moved on to more interesting things.

I ordered them to stand back to back, with their heels touching, and wrapped their ankles in several layers of cellophane. Teetery things, they were. I wrapped them together from the shoulders to the hips, to their cocks were free for me to play with and their hands were tightly wrapped flat at their sides.

 "Now, dance." I told them and delighted in their silly hopping and wiggling. When I got bored, I sat on the low stool in front of Sissy and engaged in a little cock and ball torture, wrapping her cock in rope and swatting at her balls, making her jump.

"Don't fall down, if you fall down you are in trouble. Now turn around."

They pivoted and moved their feet until Bacon was now facing me for his turn, but he got a different kind of torture. He's such a big baby about chastity and constantly whining about how bad he wants to cum, I thought I might have fun edging him. I pressed up against him, breathing in his ear and stroking his cock. It wasn't long before he started to whine. When I felt his cock begin to throb, I let go and smiled evilly. "I bet you want to cum REALLY bad," I whispered, and walked away.

Rummaging around in Sissy's toybag I found a smaller roll of wrap, about 5 inches wide, and sat back down on the low stool, with Sissy's cock and balls at eye level, all bound with ropes and swollen. Holding the balls against the cock, I wrapped it very tightly with layer upon layer of cellophane, and followed suit with Bacon. Then I garnished each one with a pretty bow, just for fun.

"Chastity cage doesn't seem so painful anymore, does it?" I asked them, and gave their "packages" a firm smack.
"No, Mistress," the Sissy replied.
I looked at Bacon. "What about you? Not so bad, eh?" and smacked his package again.
"No, Ma'am."
"Good," I smiled and whacked their chests and legs with my bamboo rod, then a wooden paddle. They are both very sensitive to nipple impact, so it was nice for me to be able to strike a little harder than normal. The cellophane offered some protection. I slapped their pretty packages every so often to keep their attention, and eventually got bored and cut them loose.

I ordered Bacon to the corner to kneel on the concrete and stroke his cock, but not to cum.
Sissy I had other plans for. I ordered her face-down to the floor for a good spanking. I spanked her over and over with the kayak oar, and when I struck hard, she would tend to jump or try to roll over. I bound her ankles quickly but tightly with my quick ties, sat on her legs, and spanked her even harder. I explained to her that she must learn to accept what is given to her. If it was too much, she could call her safeword, but otherwise, she MUST accept her spankings with grace and dignity. I spanked and spanked until her ass was a shade of red that satisfied me, and then I crawled down next to her and held her close. Sending Bacon to fetch lotions for my massage, I had some quiet cool-down time with my pretty sissy maid, drying her tears, kissing her, telling her she is a good girl, and that she was very brave.

When Bacon returned and Sissy had pulled herself together, it was time for my massage and worship. I stripped down to my panties while Bacon fetched the long table. I laid face down and enjoyed their strong hands rubbing me down with fresh, summery-smelling lotion. Their four hands traveled over my body firmly but gently, relaxing and arousing me at the same time. They rubbed every part of me, every inch, and I rolled over so they could continue their magic. When I was nice and relaxed, I sat up and they immediately positioned themselves at my feet like good slaves, and we took a little time to talk and hang out.

Noting the time, I sent Sissy upstairs to clean her chastity device thoroughly for a few more weeks of lockup, and to change out of her sissy clothes and back into her guy clothes. During that time, I ordered Bacon into spanking position, and took out a little aggression on his ass with my trusty bamboo cane. I told him to keep a better eye on my drinks in the future, to not let my glass get empty, to take better care with cleaning behind the toilet. His poor cock was now purple and raging, and I told him what a horny little pig he is.
"Now off! Go fetch your pig uniform and do it fast!" He scurried away and came back a moment later with his pig snout, ears and tail. He put on the nose and ears, and offered his ass to me to insert the tail. What a good boy. He looks so fucking cute in his pig outfit. I inserted the tail into his ass, and he moaned like a horny little fuckboy.I rammed it in and out a few times, getting him good and worked up.
"Are you a little fuckpig?"
"Yes, Ma'am"
"Yes, my dirty little fuckpig, aren't you?"
"YES, MA'AM"
"Now look for truffles, piggy!"
He took off on his hands and knees, snout to the floor, snorting and snuffling like a little pig should. I smacked him with the bamboo cane, telling him he is a naughty pig, he snorted and snuffled and WHEEEEE'ed when I struck him. He came to my feet where he planted kisses upon them, all the while continuing to snort like a piggy. He kissed up my legs and thighs and I grabbed his hair, driving his pig snout into my panties, holding it there, and throwing him back to the floor.
"TRUFFLES!"
Off he went again, nose to the floor, snorting and rooting and waggling his piggy tail. The cane stripes on his ass raised into red welts. He looked fantastic. His ass in the air, his snout to the floor, his swollen purple cock hanging between his legs.
"Enough now!"
I ordered him to kneel and edge his cock yet again, and Sissy returned to the dungeon for me to lock her device. Our session time was up. I looked at Bacon.
"Up!"
He stood.
"Clean up this mess"
I took Sissy upstairs to see her out, and Bacon emerged shortly thereafter.
I rubbed up against him.
"You were a good pig today."
He beamed. "Thank you, Ma'am."
I grabbed his cock. "I bet you would like to cum, wouldn't you? It's been WEEKS, hasn't it?"
"Yes, Ma'am"
I patted his cheek and smiled. "Not today, my piggy. Not today." And I locked him back up.
I love them both so very much.
What a wonderful day.

Who wouldn't love this?

 A fabulous sight for so many reasons

Every night 

Chastity and Orgasm Denial

The rule has always been that they don't masturbate unsupervised and without permission. It's in the contract. I have been having a situation with the slave getting a bit of an attitude because he was "hurting" and his "balls ache" from not being able to masturbate and frankly, I am sick of him walking around with an erection all the time. slaves can't think straight when they are thinking with their cocks. Enter the CB-6000. The CB has always been renowned for being the most secure chastity device on the market and the most comfortable for long-term use. Their new model, the 6000, debuted several months ago. I ordered two, one shipped to my sissy maid in the next county over, and one shipped here to my house for my live-in slave. Sissy's arrived first. He looks forward to his chastity, he has always been a fan. I had him locked in a pretty old CB-3000 for several months before the hinge broke and it had to be cut off. We expect no such problems with the new (improved) model. Sissy is all locked up and ready to go, with a tamper-evident tag with a serial number on it. When he comes for a session next week, we will put the permanent lock on it and I will keep the only keys with me. My houseboy, on the other hand, has no idea what's coming for him. I told him I had ordered him something online, and he was to deposit the money in my bank to pay for the item. He did. He is excited. He won't be excited when he finds out that there will no longer be a way to cheat on the "no masturbation" rule. His body, his cock, his orgasms.... they all belong to me. I choose when he is allowed to cum and I choose when he is allowed to touch and I choose when he eats, pees, showers, shits, works, sleeps and plays. When I unlock him for play, when I give him the privilege of cumming, he will then learn to appreciate it. It will enforce his devotion to me and not himself. Plus, not having a choice may make it easier for him than the honor system.

Chastity is an exquisite torture, and it puts me in full control of the most intimate part of my D/s relationships. I can't wait to begin this delicious torture on my subs.

Update 3/15/11 the other CB arrived today, both subs are now officially locked down.

Harder Than It Looks

Some of my vanilla friends have said things to me along the lines of "Oh, wow, you must have it so easy!" and "Awesome, you have slaves, you never have to do anything!"

Excuse me? Are you fucking kidding me?

Okay, sure I haven't washed a dish in as long as I can remember. Yes, I can get a foot/back/body rub whenever I want. It's just that there is SO much more to it than that. There is interviewing, background checks, references, inspection, training, punishment, play, nurturing, scheduling. Do you have any idea how hard it is to nurture several relationships at the same time? It's quite a challenge. I have to look out for my subs. I have to ensure their safety when they are in service to me. I have to read their bodies during playtime. My live-in slave, it's almost like having a child. Not in a bad way like he drives me crazy, but I have to look out for his health, his safety, make sure he has the things he needs, make sure he eats right. I have to work with them and grow with on a physical, emotional, and spiritual level to truly help them grow both as a submissive and a person in general.

I have files. I have to keep FILES on my submissives so I can keep track of who is who and what is what. Each one has his own limits, his own dreams, his own feelings, his own place in my little puzzle that I call life. What's good for one is not good for another. I have to remember that so-and-so likes this but so-and-so vetoes it. I have to keep track of when so-and-so's last release was, how long so-and-so has been in chastity and so on and so on and so on. I have to update their files regularly as their limits change. I have to make out chore schedules, play schedules, find quality time to spend with each of them.

Here they say, "But you are the Mistress, what they want doesn't matter." Ha. HAHAHA! Ohhh but it DOES. So much. I try my slaves' limits, I push their limits, but I would never, EVER cross their limits. It is my DUTY as a Dominant to respect and care for each submissive as an individual. They aren't animals (though sometimes I like to pretend they are). Happy slaves want to serve. They want to come back to Me. If I have a submissive over for service and play, and I treat him like total crap, he isn't going to want to come back. Then what kind of Mistress would I be? Not a very good one, I'd say. 

Playtime is a whole separate issue. "How hard is it to swing a paddle?" my vanilla friends ask. Let me tell you, I have come out of play sessions where I wonder who is in more pain, my sub or myself. No, it's not hard to swing a paddle. It IS, however, hard to swing a paddle for an hour and a half. Not to mention strutting around in stilettos all day. Good lord. Plus, scenes can get stale. We can't have the same thing over and over. I have to be creative and clever to think of new and exciting activities for a play scene.I have to watch them closely for signs of trauma too. I have to make sure they don't lose circulation during bondage, make sure I don't accidentally break their skin with my whip, make sure, make sure, make sure.

Ultimately, a Domme's work is NEVER done. 

But I will tell you, I love every minute of it. 

I Feel Pretty (or "Operation: Remove Lost Buttplug")

This actually happened a couple months ago, and I have posted it in other locations, but for the sake of sharing it (it's pretty damn amusing), I figured I may as well go ahead and share it here also. Enjoy!

So there I was, minding my own business, just finished sucking off the hubby when my slave Bacon text messages to me from the front room these weird cryptic messages like " We need to put a chain on this thing " and such. Hmmm. Well I ignore him because, well, he isn't making any sense... again... and finally he comes out and says it.
He has lost his butt plug.
In his ass.
Yeah.
giggle
I have heard of such things happening but have never had the experience. So I ask my fellow pervs for advice. Needless to say there are many jokes made (poor Bacon) and some advice being tossed around. Well I was a labor coach in the past and my first instinct to tell him to squat and push. No luck.
I am still in the bedroom, asking my husband "Should I go help him?" and poor hubby... shakes head poor, poor hubby.... has to be up in four hours to go to work.
Great.
I am now disturbing my husband with my kinky slave adventures.
I tell the slave to just reach up in there and dig it out. I offered ideas... i have an enema. I have a speculum. I have rubber gloves... oh wait, no I don't... I am NOT digging that toy out of your ass without a glove. sigh Squat and push some more.
Sooooo after a few minutes I hear him flitting around in the bathroom, so I go to check on him, and there he is, squatting in the bathtub with a jar of Vaseline, finger in his ass, singing "I Feel Pretty."
Ha!
HAHAHA!
Awesome.
Well I am a little worried now, it's about an hour into it, and no luck yet. He, OF COURSE, just cannot relax, which I decided was the cause of the problem... so I leave the bathroom and come back with a valium and a shot of tequila. Of course I don't want him touching my good shot glass with his vaseline-y ass hands, so i drop the pill in his mouth and pour in the tequila. Down the hatch it goes. I sit there for a bit, googling what to do if you lose a toy in your ass. All the while, I am really thinking about what he is gonna say to the ER doctor when we get there. "Hey I was walking around the sex toy store when I tripped and fell on this buttplug." Hmmm....
Ok, to hell with it, let's try the enema. I will try anything at this point. So now here is my slave, buzzed on tequila, with his face on the bathtub floor, ass in the air, humming "I Feel Pretty" while I pump half a quart of water up his ass. Wait, what's this? It's not going in? OF COURSE the enema tip got clogged, there is also half a jar of vaseline up his ass. Grrr. Fine. Clean the tip. Refill. Try again. In goes the water. Now he sits up, pale and sweaty, he looks like he is gonna puke. Damn tequila. Now everyone knows that you have to keep your ass in the air when using an enema. "Ass up" I say, and off I go to check on my husband, who is now laying in bed, face red, tears in his eyes from laughter. "It's not funny," I say. "Ohhh yes it is," he says "but can you get the damn thing out so I can go to sleep?"
I holler to slave from the bedroom, asking is he is ready to try. He is. I lay on the bed and watch across the hall, my poor naked slave on the toilet, all pale and sweating, pushing and grunting, when I finally hear the "pissing" sound of the enema water.
"Is it working?"
"...No, Ma'am"
"Just water, no plug?"
"... Yes, Ma'am."
FUCK. And then, wait... wait.. he looks... inquisitive.... then pensive... then very very serious... and finally I hear "plooop."
SUCCESS!!!!
I tell him to fish it out of the toilet. Now mind you, after seeing all of what I just described with my own eyes, administering the enema myself, etc, the slave CLOSES THE DOOR to fish the toy out of the toilet. Um... ok? A little privacy to reach in the loo but none needed to reach in his ass? Hmmmm.
Anyway he came into the bedroom and sat on the floor a bit while the three of us enjoyed the laughter and even moreso, the RELIEF! Scary, scary stuff. I feel bad, but I assume no responsibility. This is specifically why he is not allowed to masturbate unsupervised.
Anyway, that's my story. Hopefully it will bring a few chuckles and a little wisdom too. Be oh-so-careful with anal play, my friends.... or you might end up face down in the bathtub with a jar of vaseline singing Sondheim and Bernstein's "West Side Story." I feel prettyyyyy, oh so prettyyyyyy, I feel pretty and witty and gayyyyyyy......