BDSM Play and Scenario Ideas

Here are some fun playtime ideas that aren't too intense for a beginner but still exciting enough for more seasoned kinksters. These lovely tidbits have been collected from various sites and submitted by friends, and put nice and neat all in one place for you. You're welcome. 
 
Sensation play
You probably use sensation play in your regular sexual activities and don't even realize it. How many times have you had her leave her stockings on, simply because you love the way they feel? Or stroked his cock with your silky panties?
You can use sensation play in D/s scenes too! Start by blindfolding your partner (and tying him or her down, if you like), then subjecting him or her to a wide variety of different sensations. For example, you may stroke your lover's body with ice, or drip hot wax on his or her body, or caress your lover's skin with soft fur, silk scarves, felt, feathers, coarse sandpaper (but gently!), anything with texture.

Human Sex Doll
This is a good way to explore your partner and dabble in D/s. The idea is simple: the submissive partner is a living sex toy, and allows the dominant to put him or her into any position and do anything they want. The submissive partner simply remains in whatever position the dominant places him or her into, and does not take an active role as the dominant explores the submissive. Pay attention to the reactions as you explore. This is a great way to really learn your partner's body and see what makes them tick.
A similar scenario to this is :
The Prize
In this scenario, the submissive is a dancer at an "anything goes" nightclub. As a special promotion, the club has sponsored a drawing; the winner of the drawing gets full and complete use of the stripper for an evening, and the stripper must allow the winner to do whatever he or she wants. The winner takes full advantage of the prize, using the stripper as a sex toy; the stripper must be completely obedient and allow the winner to do whatever the winner wishes, regardless of how the stripper feels about it.

Choose Your Adventure
This is a fun and devious technique that can make use of any of the other ideas here, and anything else you can think of. Make a list, without showing it to your partner, of questions that can be answered with "yes" or "no" or with multiple choice answers. Then ask your partner to answer each question, without telling your partner what the questions are. For example, you might write down a list of questions such as "Will you be tied down?", "Will you be allowed to reach orgasm?", "Will I penetrate you anally, orally, or vaginally?", "Will you be spanked?", or whatever else strikes your fancy.
Don't let your partner see the list. Ask your partner, "Choose 1, 2, or 3," and "Choose yes or no." Write down your partner's answers, then do to your partner whatever their answers indicate. If your partner complains, you can always say "Hey, this is what you chose!"

Orgasm Denial
This is a fun, and frustrating, technique that can bring some of the spark back into sex. There are a hundred variations, but the basic idea is simple: prevent your partner from having an orgasm for a length of time (a day, two days, a week, whatever you want). You can, for example, require that your partner have sex one or more times a day, or masturbate regularly (maybe roll a pair of dice to see how many times they have to "edge" each day)  but your partner is not allowed any sexual release. Over time, the sexual tension builds up, and your partner becomes perpetually aroused.
When done over a period of several days or longer, this technique creates a very powerful level of sexual excitement. When you do finally allow your partner release, it's an extremely intense experience. Some of my subs have described it as "their minds leaving their bodies".


Home Invasion (roleplay for men to use on women)
Call your girl. Tell her you've heard that there are burglars in her neighborhood. They tie these women up, ransack their bedrooms, then have their way with their helpless victims. Talk in a sexy voice... to build anticipation and of course, because you don't want to scare the shit out of her. Wait long enough that she totally expecting it and obviously, you go over to her place wearing a burglar costume: Black shirt, black pants, leather gloves, a mask of some kind. Open the door. Tiptoe around until you find your lady, hopefully dressed to please you. You could play "chloroform" her by holding a handkerchief soaked in cheap cologne lightly over her nose and mouth for a few seconds; Or, she could obligingly faint at the very sight of you. Or you can simply seize her in your strong, manly arms. The result is the same: She gets bound and gagged in her bedroom, where she must sit / lie helplessly while you go through her dresser drawers, take her costume jewelry, rummage in her purse, and generally violate her space. Then you can violate her. After you've taken everything of value, you leave her tied up and go. (NOTE! Do NOT go out any doors that lock, period! Do NOT leave the house!!! ) Wait a few minutes. Put on a different shirt, and take off the mask. Then go back into the bedroom with "OMG! What happened!!" Untie her, take her in your arms, comfort her an any way she may desire. See how many fun ways she can show her gratitude for being rescued.
DON'T FORGET YOUR SAFE WORDS! 


Dirty Doctor (roleplay)
This is a favorite of mine that can be done on both male and female submissives. In this game, the Dominant is the evil doctor, and the submissive is his/her helpless patient. The doctor (who for effect can be wearing rubber gloves, and if you have cash, a cheap doctor's costume) has the subject tied to his examining table, and can perform all manner of experiments on them. The Dom/me could probe the sub in various places using any one of a number of suitable laboratory instruments (this is where you break out the sex toys). Perhaps S/He might put clothespins on their nipples, to see how they respond to compression. Maybe they'll want to experiment to see how long the sub can be stimulated without being allowed to climax. The dirty doc could keep his/her sub there through the long hours of the night, conducting endless experiments to find out how many times s/he can climax, or how large a probe s/he can accept, or how deeply s/he can be penetrated, ho hard he can get, how wet she can get... you can note your results in their medical "chart" (I use a clipboard, a plain old notebook is fine too) and save it. When you play again, it's fun to see the results change! 


Write on the body
This can be fun as it adds a little sense of degradation to your playtime. You can write dirty words (such as writing "slut" or "fucktoy" across your partner's chest), or write short descriptions of what you plan to do to your partner just before you do it. You can take this a step further; go out to eat, send your partner into the restroom with a marker and tell your partner to strip, write dirty words on his or her own body, masturbate to orgasm, and come back out. Or in the morning, you can write things like "property of (your name)", "slut", "owned" on the submissive's chest, then send him or her to work that way.

Welcome Home
This is a great start to sexy evening, and practice D/s at the same time. When the submissive is away, perhaps at work or at the store, take a brown paper bag and place a set of restraints (wrist cuffs, or the like), or a blindfold, or both, in it. Maybe a certain piece of lingerie that you want them to wear would be fun too. Set the paper bag near the bedroom door (or on the porch, inside the front door, anywhere it will definitely be seen!), and tape a sheet of paper with instructions on it on the door. The sheet should instruct the submissive to strip completely, open the bag, and put on the restraints/cuffs/blindfold, or to dress in the outfit, before opening the door. The submissive is not allowed through the door until he or she is properly prepared. The anticipation heightens arousal, as well as practicing the Dom/sub mindset of control and following orders. 


 

Cock and Ball Bondage Tutorial II

Good morning, dear readers, I am back to share another fun cock and ball bondage tutorial! This one is simple and pretty, and has lots of options.

Remember to apply powder to absorb any excess moisture and help the ropes slide easily (this helps prevent pinching). 

Make a simple overhand knot in the MIDDLE of your rope (as always, I used 5/32poly cord).

Slip the knot over the cock and balls and pull to a comfortable tightness.

Take the right side of the rope and lay it across the cock to the left.

Lay the left hand rope across the TOP of the right hand rope (the one you just layed across)...

and bring it down UNDER the cock.

Bring it up and over, feeding the cord through the newly-created loop.

Pull to tighten to a snug yet comfortable tightness.

Experienced riggers or macrame artists may recognize this as a square knot. Essentially, you are simply wrapping the cock in a basic square knot. More knots and hitches can be seen in my blog entry Knowing the Ropes II - basic Bondage Knots.

Repeat this knot again, this time starting on the opposite side.

Continue making the knots until you reach the end of the penis.

I will say, this is much easier and looks much nicer on a HARD cock, but we were so busy fussing with taking the photos, we killed the "mood" a little. That's ok though, we got it figured out for you, readers.
Now you can use the remaining rope for a nice little leash to keep your naughty slave where he belongs.
Or, feeling a little more evil? 

Put the loose ends through the ring on the slave collar.

Secure with a couple of half-hitches....

and wrap the excess neatly around the cord (this is called a barrel roll or barrel tie, and looks awesome!)



Now have fun! Tease or torture to your heart's content.

Misadventures in Chastity

(written by my beautiful and beloved sissy maid, Angela)

Since meeting my wonderful Mistress, I have been, by choice, locked in a chastity device. When I met her, I owned a CB-3000 chastity cage that I asked her to hold the keys for. She happily agreed, and thus began my chastity service to her.

Having worn the device myself on and off for a few years, there was very little difference now, except that I no longer had the ability to unlock myself when I desired. I would now have to deal with it on a 24/7 basis, as well as any problems that come along with it. Everything was going fine, and other than not being able to release myself, I didn’t have any problem with it.

(A little background here…I am a cross dresser, and Lady Julianna's sissy maid. I also have a snowplow business, and most times would wear panties, pantyhose and short skirt under my snow pants when out plowing. Anyways…)

It was the middle of January here in beautiful, snowy upstate NY, and I was out plowing early one snowy morning. I was wearing some very cute panties, tan pantyhose and a denim mini skirt under my snow pants, and of course, the CB-3000 securely locked in place. It was around 6 a.m., and I was shoveling the sidewalk at a church I plow for, when all of a sudden I felt a pinch on the bottom of my balls. I kind of didn’t think anything about it until I felt it again, only this time it was much, much worse. Obviously, something was wrong with my CB, but I couldn’t tell what. I turned to head back to the relative safety of my truck to check it out, and the pinching pain was unbelievable! Every step I tried to take only made it worse.

So here I am, standing on the sidewalk of a church, in the early morning darkness, it’s like 2 degrees out, snowing like crazy, and I’m afraid to even move because of the terrible pinching I am feeling on the bottom of my scrotum. I remember painfully chuckling to myself, and thinking “Oh, this is fucking great. Now what do I do?”

Being so early in the morning, no one was around so I unzipped my snow pants, reached under my skirt, hose, and panties to see if I could figure out what was wrong. As soon as I touched the ring of the CB that goes around my cock and balls, I felt a very severe pinch that almost put me on my knees. I put my fingers down to the area being pinched, and could feel that the hinge part had broken, and there was a chunk of very tender skin caught in between the broken pieces.

At this point, I am more concerned with my well being than anything else, but every time I tried to move it just pinched worse and worse. Now even though there was no one around, I still couldn’t just strip down on the sidewalk of a church wearing pantyhose and a skirt to inspect my chastity device. I would go to hell for sure for that! So, I reached into my panties with both hands, and pulled the broken ring apart slightly, which hurt like hell, but also instantly felt better. Now at least I could move without pain.

Holding the ring apart with both hands, I waddled…yes, waddled the 100 feet or so back to my truck, managed to get the door open, and climb in to the cab. After making sure the sensitive skin of my ball sac was no longer between the broken pieces, I pulled my snow pants down, pulled my skirt up, pantyhose and panties down, and finally able to see what the deal was.

The hinge part of the ring was indeed broken, and my only choice was to pull it apart enough to slip my balls out and remove the device. Fortunately, I only suffered a small cut on the bottom of my scrotum, but in that area, it felt like a 6 inch gash. I threw the CB on the floor of the truck in disgust, pulled my panties and hose up, my skirt down, and zipped up my snow pants, and went back to shoveling the sidewalk. Walking back to where I had dropped my shovel, I saw my foot prints from my waddle back to the truck…toes pointed out and shuffling in the snow, and burst out laughing to myself thinking of what that must have looked like, and being very thankful that it didn’t happen at 2 o’clock in the afternoon.

When I told Lady Julianna what happened, of course the first thing she wanted to know was if I was alright. After assuring her that I was, and telling her how I solved my little problem, we both had a pretty good laugh over it. She said she would have given anything to see me hunched over with both hands down the front of my pants, waddling back to my truck. Looking back on it now, I have to admit, it had to be a pretty fucking funny site.

A few weeks later, she got me a new CB-6000, which is a totally different and better design, and much more secure and comfortable to wear. We expect no similar problems with this device, and I am safely back in chastity for her.
contributed by cdangela315

Knowing the Ropes II - Basic Bondage Knots

*Please read my article: Knowing the Ropes I - Bondage Safety before proceeding*

If you want to explore bondage, you need to have some knowledge of knots. You can accomplish safe and effective bondage just a few knots. In a future post, I will show you more advanced, prettier knots for more "showy" bondage, but first things first.

ROPE
Choose your rope according to what you are tying. For typing limbs, body harnesses, rope bras, etc, I use 3/8 rope, but 5/16 works well aslo. CBT would obviously use a much thinner rope (I like 5/32 poly cord) and suspension would need a much thicker, stronger rope.

• Nylon and polypropylene rope are popular, they're cheap, smooth on the skin and have very little stretch. They doesn't absorb sweat or fluids, making them more sanitary and easier to clean. Lots of fun colors, too.

• Marine rope is also very popular, for it's sleek feel and extreme durability. Very popular for suspension.

• Hemp and jute can be used by the more sadistic rope slinger, as they are mildly abrasive but very strong. 

• Cotton rope does not stretch and holds a knot well, but is absorbent to anything that touches it, and breaks down and frays faster.

KNOTS and HITCHES

The first knot you need to know is the Square Knot, also known as the Reef Knot. This is a very simple knot, used to tie two ropes together, or to cinch around a heavy wrap job. The square knot is more or less flat, so it applies less pressure on the skin and nerves than other knots, therefore making it perfect for beginner's bondage.

Another excellent bondage is the French Bowline. This is similar to a Fisherman's Loop, in that it creates a loop that does not slip. It will not tighten or loosen under pressure, making it the safest knot to use for ankle or wrist restraints. Use as many "loops" as you like to make your restraints wide, spreading the pressure across more surface area, making it safer and more comfortable. 

The Half Hitch is super handy for tying your partner to a bedpost or other stationary object, and can also be used to finish off a wrap. It's easy to untie when the time comes, which is a perk. Never use a half hitch for tying limbs (as they can cut off circulation) or for suspension (we will learn suspension in a later post). This pic shows both a single and a double half hitch.

Another simple hitch is the Clove Hitch. Like the Half Hitch, it is very handy for trying TO something, like a bedpost or pole, and should never be used directly on the limbs, or for suspension.

 There you go, my kinky friends. All the knots you need for beginner's bondage. Please remember to play safe, sane and consensual, and WHERE ARE YOUR SAFETY SCISSORS?!

Knowing the Ropes part 1 - Bondage Safety

I would like to talk a little bit about the most common form of bdsm play, bondage. This is the one that all the newbie kinksters want to jump right into, with no knowledge of safety procedures and precautions. It's not just wrapping someone in rope, people! For that reason I would like to discuss a little bit about bondage safety for those who are curious about engaging in this fun and erotic activity.


Basic Safety (or "Common Sense is Not So Common")

First and foremost - KNOW YOUR PARTNER! We tell our children, "Never talk to strangers." We kinky adults should follow the simple rule "Never play with strangers." Please do not just pick up someone online who wants to tie you, you don't know who this person is. Do you really want to be completely helpless and at the mercy of a TOTAL STRANGER?! You're liable to end up killed. KNOW YOUR PARTNER! Discuss safe words, safe calls, and limits LONG BEFORE you engage in playtime. If it is someone you only know online or have only known in real life for a short period of time, MAKE THAT SAFE CALL! (A safe call is a phone call to a trusted friend or relative telling them where you are, what you are planning on doing, and when you are expected to leave. If you are suddenly not heard from again, they know where to look.)

Subs, if you have any MEDICAL CONDITIONS, discuss them with your Dominant partner. Dom/mes, make sure to ask your submissive play partners if they have any medical conditions. This can be asthma, heart problems, high or low blood sugar, bone or joint injuries, circulation problems, anxiety, panic disorder, anything can can be adversely affected by this kind of play. It is a wise idea to have a MEDICAL RELEASE signed saying "In the event of an emergency, (insert name) has permission to obtain medical care for me" with a copy of your ID in a sealed envelope and available to your Dominant at all times. Dom/mes, you should know where this information is located at all times.

Please remember - PLAY SOBER, PLAY SAFE. Never, EVER engage in BDSM play while you or your partner are under the influence of alcohol or drugs. Not one beer, not one toke. Not one. Your judgment is impaired, your sensory and pain receptors are impaired. Don't do it. Just don't.

They're tied, they're bound, they're helpless. Now is time to PAY ATTENTION! Check the extremities frequently for signs of  loss of circulation. Check the color. Purple is bad. Feel them with your own hands. They should not be cold to the touch. If you can't slip a single finger between the ropes and their skin, the ropes are too tight.


STAY WITH THEM! Never leave a bound person alone. For role-playing, the bound and abandoned victim bit, sure, that's fun. You can leave the room, but keep an ear on them. Use a baby monitor. NEVER EVER leave the house. What if there is a fire? What if there is a break-in? What if they start freaking out and asphyxiating? This is not to be taken lightly.

Communication is key. If your bound sub says the ropes are too tight, their hands are numb, they have shooting pains, they are freaking out... LISTEN TO THEM. Cut them loose IMMEDIATELY.

And where are your safety shears? They need to be at ARM'S LENGTH at ALL TIMES!!! Not across the room, not upstairs, not in the toybag. ARM'S REACH. Or even better, tucked in your boot, or holstered in your toolbelt if you wear one. I STRONGLY recommend EMT safety shears, they are blunt on one side to slide under the ropes without piercing the skin, and they are sharp enough to cut through sailing rope.

ALWAYS BE SAFE, SANE AND CONSENSUAL!!! It's a matter of life or death.

Know your knots before playing. This is not the time for trial and error. Some knots slip or pinch and can cause problems! Stay tuned for my bondage knot tutorials.

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.

Mummification

Chastity Games

One of my kinky friends was delighted to hear I was keeping my slaves chaste. She clapped her hands in a giddy sort of way and grinned like a Cheshire Cat.

"What kind of chastity games do you play?" 

I stared at her blankly. "Games?"

"You know! Do you roll the dice and see how many days he stays locked up? Or do you draw a card? Or put marbles in a bag?"

I almost fainted. Leave My power in the hands of chance? NEVER! Sure it sounds fun but that's not what I use it for.

Chastity is NOT a game... at least,  not to Me. It is NOT to add "spice and fun" to my life. It is a symbol of true ownership. As keyholder, I choose when they get to release. Not the roll of a die or the draw of a card or marble.

Mama taught me "If it's not yours, don't touch it."

Their cocks and orgasms belong to ME, not them. 

"If it's not yours, don't touch it"

^Bacon's cock locked away where it belongs^

The Screamer

I had a play date today with a friend of mine from a couple counties away. He drove a long way to see me, and I wanted to make sure it was worth his while. He is a masochist, or as I say, a pain whore. He like-a da pain, and as a sadist, I like-a da giving of pain.
I should probably start by saying how much I love this man. He was my first kinky friend in the area and from the very beginning was always very sweet and kind to me. I have been wanting to see him for months, and since I quit the group where we met, it was difficult to schedule time with someone who lived so far away. We usually saw each other at munches and other public gatherings, so our interaction is limited to friendly chatting and occasionally, sneaking a nipple twist or a dragging of my nails on his back when no one is looking.
I did have the opportunity to play with him at a private party a few months ago, but I didn't do my best work. I need the private, uninterrupted exchange of energy. Though we both thoroughly enjoyed the scene, I knew that getting him alone was the only way to give him a real taste of the intensity that is Lady Julianna.
So we made a date, which was today, and I was so excited last night I barely slept. Like a kid on Christmas eve, I swear. I was up late and woke up early in time to make myself beautiful and prepare myself for scening, which includes food and caffeine and nicotine and a little meditation. He arrived right on time, just as houseboy was lacing my corset. I wore a gorgeous brocade underbust corset with a black lace bra and a long, flowing lace skirt. Houseboy prepared the dungeon while my friend, my hubby and I chatted upstairs. I was eager to play, but wanted my sub to be comfortable and relaxed in my home. So we chatted and joked and talked about this and that, everyone seemed happy and content, and we headed down to the dungeon.
He doesn't wear cuffs, doesn't even own a pair, and I was surprised to find out that in all his years in the lifestyle, he has never worn a pair of cuffs. Ever. He has manacles... steel manacles for his wrists and ankles and a locking matching collar... and chain. Lots and lots of chains. Fucking HOT! I strung him up and had at him. Double flogging, paddling, whipping, pinching, clamping, nipple torture, cbt, I pulled out all the stops. The cane, the crop, the pinwheel, every toy got used this afternoon. I even made a human harp out of him! Let me tell you, there is something about a screamer. Mmmmm yes he is a SCREAMER! A writhing, squirming, shrieking mass of submissive lust. I could barely hear the sounds of the impact amidst the cries of  "yes! no! oh god no! you evil bitch! I love you! fuck! shit! oh god noooooo!" I was so erotically charged by it, my panties were soaked and wetness was starting to run down my thighs. I worked cautiously and carefully, reading his body and bringing him to the edge of subspace over and over again and gently bringing him back down. Brutal paddlings and whippings sandwiched between sensual stroking, touching and kissing. When I finally got him over the edge, I unchained him and walked him to the couch, snuggling under a blanket to keep away the chills. We idly stroked and touched each other in the afterglow, my bra had long since been removed and tossed aside to combat the sweating that comes with that surge of adrenaline. We spent a good long time loving on each other until I was very comfortable and very satisfied. We snuggled for so long I told him if I got too comfortable I might not be able to get back in "mode"... so back in action I went, spanking and torturing him, even penetrating him and sitting on his face as he writhed in agony on my dungeon floor. I love that... administering that delicious pain and ohhhh the look in his eyes, sheer horror crossed with pure lust and utter adoration. This is what I live for. That look right there. It took him a while to "come down"... he was flying for a long time. I knew I had done my job well.

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.

I Am Not Your Mistress!

I get over 100 emails a week. I am on several popular bdsm social networking sites, and the little subbie boys just can't wait to get some domination. I have my yahoo chat active on my blog, and links are posted on social sites. I get a lot of IM's. I find it amusing when someone I have never spoken to addresses me as "Mistress". Um... I am not your Mistress. That's like calling some random person your wife.
"Hello, Mistress. I am looking for a beautiful, strong, confident, powerful woman such as yourself to use and abuse me to your liking. I wish only to please you, Mistress, and I will do anything to make you happy."
"Dear Mistress, I read your blog and I was wondering if you were looking for another miserable slave like myself to join your stable" 
Me: "Unless I have collared you, I prefer you not call me Mistress. Julianna is fine."
Idiot: "Yes, Mistress Julianna. anything to please you"
Me: "I am not your Mistress."
Idiot: "Yes, um, what would you like from a miserable slave such as myself? Anything that pleases you, Ma'am"
Me: "I am into bondage, impact and sensual play, human equine, humiliation, munches, parties and other local events"
Idiot: "I don't like pain and stuff."
Me: "What parts of bdsm interest you?"
Idiot: "I will do anything to please you. I love to eat a woman out for hours and hours until she is satisfied. Your pics make me so horny."
Me: "My D/s relations are for the most part, non-sexual."
Idiot: "Yes, Mistress, I understand it's not all about sex"
Me:  "What are your limits?"
Idiot: "I have no limits"
Me: "Really? Then I can cut slits in your body with a knife and rub shit in them?"
Idiot: "No!!"
Me: "Well? What are your limits?"
Idiot: "Not being allowed to please you. I only want to please you. Can I see some more pics of you?"
Me: "I think you might consider a casual encounters ad or even an escort. I think you are getting "Domme" confused with "fucktoy". It seems like that would be more what you are looking for. I am a real Domme. Not a showgirl."
Idiot:  "I am a bad boy, Mistress, and I need to be punished."
Me: "You don't like pain, and don't call me Mistress. Julianna, or even Ma'am is just fine."
Idiot: "Punish me by making me service you orally, Mistress. Make me your pussy-eating slave"
Me: "Dude. I. Am. Not. Your. Mistress. I will not have sex with you. I will no longer talk with you. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you deleted and blocked. You may now kiss my ass."

A Note From a Submissive

Here I have posted a note written to me by a wonderful submissive friend of mine after we scened together at a play party. I had joked to him that I wondered who was in more pain, him or me. This was his reply.

My dear Julianna-I certainly hope I am the only one in pain. I would be mortified if our session caused you anything but enjoyment. If that is the case please accept my apologies. I have honestly been enjoying the many "gifts" you gave me Saturday night. If I could have remembered the quote about the check I just wrote that I would never cash or something like that, I would have posted it. All I know is that when you said it I got chills and knew that I had gone too far. You rightly taught me a lesson. That incident increased my respect for you so much. Your skills as a top and a sadist are worthy of great respect and it truly was a privilege to bottom for you. It was wonderful hanging there, looking deep into your eyes, not knowing if I was going to be kissed, beaten, rubbed, or bit; yet knowing that whatever was coming would be exactly what I needed. Your aftercare was great, you took such good care of me. Your attention is a gift beyond compare. Your friendship is a treasure! I so look forward to partnering with you again. and again and again.

The Dungeon of the Frugal Dominant

So I have been steadily building a basement dungeon and let me tell you something, that dungeon furniture costs a pretty penny. Uh-uh. No way. Not in this lifetime will I spend that much money on items of this nature. Enter my creative side. I conjure up ideas and lucky for me, I have handy-dandy slaves to build that shit for me. Eyebolts in the rafters. Check. Upright pillories (aka stocks) (made for me by my sissy slave). Check. Bondage platform with 10 eyebolts for delightful torture (made for me by one of my subs). Check. Worship throne. Check (for now, an antique rocking chair). Spanking bench (made for me by my sissy slave). Check. Dog cage. Check (picked it up used for like 50 bucks).
When building your first playspace, be resourceful.  An old weight lifting bench can be used for a massage table, a ladder back chair makes a wonderful bondage chair, and anything can be used for impact, such as wooden dowels, frat paddles, ping pong paddles, i even made a whip out of telephone wires once! Clothespins. Chopsticks. Wooden spoons. Think outside the box. Pervertize your home. I guarantee you have plenty of items to "play" with. I have composed a list for anyone curious about building their own dungeon. Enjoy.

The Essentials:

A spanking bench of some kind
Impact toys.
Lots of rope.
Eyebolts in the ceiling.
Chains
Caribeners
A throne or other impressive chair to sit and be worshiped.
Kneeling mats.
Cuffs, collars, etc.
A blindfold

Nice to Have:
A St Andrews Cross (i don't like them because you can only access one side of the body at a time, but they look cool)
A red light bulb (trust me).
Scene music (i can make recommendations if needed, or see my playlist at the bottom of the blog).
A massage table
Stocks
A camera
A smothering box
A queening chair
A bondage rack (an old ladder works well)
A St Catherine's Wheel (I WANT ONE!)

Toys:
Single tail whip
multi tail whip
floggers of all kinds
paddles
feather ticklers
cock and ball parachute and weights
nipple clamps and weights
lots of clothespins and a clothespin zipper
rattan canes or fiberglass canes
Whartenberg Wheel
Scraps of velvet, felt and fur for sensation play and for smoothing over fresh welts.
A squirt bottle of ICE COLD water (be creative with it) 
Pervertables

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......