Fire Cupping

I've been trying my hand at fire cupping lately, and it is extremely enjoyable to both Myself and the person on the receiving end. Last night, I had two of My lady friends in the dungeon, and we did some cupping for a few hours. One of them became so relaxed, she almost fell asleep on My table.

Fire cupping is traditionally an ancient chinese medicinal practice using fire to remove the oxygen from a glass cup. The cup is then placed on the skin and a suction causes the skin to draw up into the cup. The cups are moved around on the (well-oiled or lotioned) body, detoxifying the skin and massaging the tissue.

The bdsm community has adapted fire cupping as a kinky activity by making a small flame on the skin itself (usually on a penny, tile or other tiny receptacle) and placing the cup over that, causing extreme suction, mild pain and slight bruising.

The subjects I worked on last night had a medium-average pain tolerance, I kept the suction at massage-level or just a little more so as to not hurt My ladies. We tried both methods, and I did not find that the new "kinky" way caused any more suction than the traditional way, but both methods were enjoyed greatly and we had a really good time.

I am currently using votive cups which work really well, but I have some of the traditional globe-shaped cups on order. I can't wait for them to arrive!

We took 97 pictures. Here are a few.

Ring For Service

I have a little brass bell that I sometimes ring for the houseslave to come to attention when his services are needed. It's old, small, with no handle, and easily misplaced or overlooked when I need it, so I have to yell for him. I hate yelling. It's ugly. 

Last week a wonderful sub of Mine so generously gifted Me some amazon.com bucks, and in my leisurely browsing, I stumbled upon something wonderful. 

I ordered it.

It arrived today.

*applause, oooohhh, ahhhhh*

A victorian-style solid brass service bell!

Ding! Ding!

I ... LOVE... this bell! Beautiful, heavy solid brass with a loud and clear ring that makes the houseslave come running! How lovely it will look at teatime amongst all the silver pots and china cups. How delightful when entertaining! How wonderfully convenient any time at all. 

Ding! Ding! "My feet, boy. Rub them!"

Ding, ding, ding! "More tea, slave!"

Ding! Ding, ding, ding! "Run My bubble bath now."

I think I am gonna get a lot of use out of this! *smile*

Note To Self

Note to Self: When a sissy is chained to Your stove by the balls, never EVER trip over the chain!

Sissy Balls

I get sissy balls tomorrow.
Big hot round delicious sissy balls.
You may think you want some. You may think you want no part of it.
If only you knew.

As a gift last week, my wonderful sissy maid brought me three gigantic homemade meatballs in sauce. Now, let me explain, my grandmother was real Italian FROM Italy. Because of that, I am very picky about, and even critical of, Italian food. No one made anything remotely as good as her. These meatballs, I swear, I was speechless. The only words that could escape my lips were "Holy shit."
I immediately got my sissy on the instant messenger and demanded more meatballs. Alas, more meatballs could not be brought. I got the last three.
Fine.
Tomorrow, sissy will dress in her ruffled black maid's uniform, stockings and 5" heels. She will be chained to the stove in my kitchen making meatballs.... er.... sissyballs, all morning long. I will be stocked on sissy balls for a good long while.
Tomorrow needs to hurry up.

Update: Sissyball day is finally here!! YES!!! Ohhh yesssss!!!