An icy wind was swaying the Bridge I was crossing that December morning towards my mistress's dungeon, yet I was not cold, quite the contrary, because under my clothes I had been ordered to wear my black latex catsuit, as well as an anal plug spreader...for she had warned me that this session would only have one goal: to have me fisted, whatever the cost!
Mistress Tess welcomed me with a predatory smile, her perfect body sheathed in a red latex catsuit, her wasp waist highlighted by a white leather belt matching her pumps...what a beauty!
I quickly undressed, keeping only my catsuit, then walked into her studio. She stopped me in front of the leather bed, she had placed 4 dildos there, all of which I should receive in order to prepare my anus for her fist: a long black one, a shorter but thicker black one, a long pink one even wider, and a last flesh-colored one shaped and the size of a fist! If she wanted to shake my confidence, she had succeeded...
A leather hood was quickly put on me, making me blind, a single hole only allowed access to my mouth. Tied very tightly on my back, legs and arms raised and spread, the heat was starting to rise! Tess had a surprise in store for me: she had kept her morning urine in a bowl and had since then soaked in it the thong that she had worn all night... It was shoved into my mouth, with instructions to dry it by my chewing. This immediately put me in a state of incredible excitement!
She removed my plug and I heard her smile as she discovered its tulip shape. I knew her, a Machiavellian idea had just sprouted in her kinky brain... But there was no time to think, the first inquisitive dildo made its entrance, easily, so she quickly moved on to the second. It was big, so I had to relax, but she knew how to do it, and I accepted it inside me with groans of pleasure. A few back and forth moves, then the thong that was gagging me was once again soaked in her urine, and put back in my mouth. I gasped, but swallowed this delicate nectar with delight. The third dildo appeared, bigger, longer, but the work on my anus was having its effect, and it quickly found it’s way deep inside me. So she smiled and said to me, let’s get down to business! The fist-dildo fisting was quite another challenge, and I had to work harder to relax my sphincters, and finally let it take possession of my ass. I was proud to have succeeded in this first step, and I was rewarded with a vibrating ring placed around my stretched penis.
Tess untied me, and made me sit on a sling, spread apart, the thong again dipped in the bowl of urine and put back in place. I couldn't see anything through the leather of my hood, but I heard her soak her hand with lubricant and open my ass...one finger, then two, then three, then 4, then 5, my anus was calling for her fist! She had to work for a few minutes, alternating back and forth moves with pauses as deep as possible. Feeling my last resistance giving way, she helped me by placing a magic-wand on my penis, this diverted my attention and she took the opportunity to introduce herself completely! My whole body was trembling, with excitement, with pleasure, with joy! A joy shared by my mistress, because yes, I now belonged to her.
I gradually got used to her fisting and she began to search me, while increasing the vibrations on my turgid dick. She knew that the orgasm would be quick, so she ordered me to cum: What a sensation that of my anus pulsing on her fist, my body arched with pleasure, my balls spilling the fruit of 10 days of masturbation without coming that she had imposed on me into the condom! She gently withdrew her fist, and left me like that for a few minutes, satisfied and happy. The hood was removed so that I could see what Tess had imagined when she saw my tulip plug: with a syringe, she took several millilitres of her urine, then my semen in the condom, and re-injected all this into my anus, immediately sealed by my plug.
I had to return to the hotel like this, soiled and soaked under my latex suit which I therefore kept under my clothes again.
A hug, a kiss and a smile of delight from my mistress, and I found myself outside. I returned to my hotel quickly, took off my clothes and slid the zipper of my suit to release my penis and my anus. I removed the plug which came out easily and for a good reason: it was completely covered with a mixture of urine, semen and anal secretions. This vision caused an incredible excitement in me, my penis immediately tensed, I could not resist pushing this soiled plug into my throat, sucking and swallowing these fragrant fluids, stroking my cock, and rapidly gasping with happiness in a second and equally powerful orgasm.
There was no longer any doubt, I now completely belonged to Mistress Tess!
Reunited
i arrived at Mistress Tess’s studio nervous as always, never knowing what She has in store for me. i am completely Her slave, She can do just about anything She wants to me. It is the ultimate privilege to be Hers. it had been quite some time since we had seen each other and i was anticipating it for weeks. To say i was excited would be an understatement.
Upon my arrival and seeing Her i was struck yet again by just how beautiful She is. Mistress Tess is a natural beauty, looking like the gorgeous neighbor down the street but underneath this beautiful Woman next door is a fierce and skilled Domme. Her beauty definitely draws me in and weakens me to the point that Her imagination is free to do with me what She will. Mistress Tess directs me to carry Her bag, we are going on a journey. i have no idea where She is taking me. Could be anywhere. i am of course incredibly excited. We get in a car and She directs it to a hotel i have very little idea what’s in store. It’s a beautiful industrial inspired hotel. Once inside the room Mistress Tess orders me to undress and wait naked as She prepares for what She has planned. The anticipation is killing me. Mistress Tess leaves the room and comes back looking lethal in leather boots, fishnet stockings and a rather revealing body suit. i am floored, if She had me wrapped around Her finger before now i am under Her heel and begging to do whatever She asks and She knows it. The power and beauty She wields is beyond compare. The experience of serving Her is like no other and must be enjoyed to be believed though once it’s over i only crave more and question whether it was possible that it was actually real because She truly is fantasy brought to life.
Femdom Resource Review 201
Thank you to sp for writing yet another wonderful review on Femdom Resource about our playtime! To read about the fun we had, click the link below.
Complete Control
I instructed “it” to write me an essay about our recent 24 hour session. Here are some of my favorite passages…
“I found myself in heavy steel restraints all connected by heavy chain. Put on the small stool...connecting chain was locked to the platform...wrists locked up to the collar and down to the floor hardpoint so standing was impossible and my head was held down, and then the thumbcuffs. Steel. Unyieding. Heavy. Cold. Objectifying. And then you took my vision.”
“Into the canvas body sack...edging...edging...and for the first time, you probed my mouth with your fingers. You can do whatever you like with its body - restrain it, display it, penetrate it, hurt it, give it pleasure...obviously including putting whatever you choose - your fingers, an implement, panties, a gag or food or drink - into its mouth. Whether it is rigidly restrained, at "1" at your feet, or riding in an elevator, invasion by your fingers are a powerful expression of ownership, control and power. It can also, if you choose, be a gift. “
“To the sales woman: "I'm looking for a plug for him that I'm going to make him wear for a long time". As I stood by silently, you and she discussed alternatives. As we browsed you made me carry the ones you'd brought, openly presented in my hands...and then put me at "1" (and for a while at "2") at the checkout counter. The sales woman looked at it on its knees, still holding up the plugs you'd brought. Another customer stared. Again, humiliating.”
“You replaced the steel ball cuff with the cage with the blades...downstairs for a very pleasant dinner...except for the constant burning from the cage's ring (surprisingly, not the blades).”
“Rigged with the TENS pads, to the lobby and as I tried to deal with my work email, from far across the room you persistently reminded me of who I was with.”
“What I reluctantly confess has become enjoyable is the fact that you decide - if and when and where and with who else present - it will happen and that you impose and control everything - how I'm restrained, if/how I'm displayed, being penetrated, stretched, and filled. Humbling? Yes. Humiliating? Yes. Degrading? Yes, particularly with guests present. An expression of your control? Absolutely yes. "its" job is to simply submit and obey. Limits pushed, Mistress. Tied widely spread-eagled on the bed, the steel ball cuff and leash was added to the TENS gear, plus earphones, hood and blindfold. Edging and shocks, edging and shocks and then pressure on the leash that turned into distinct, painful tugs.”
“You turned down the music and made it explain, again incoherently, why it was there, what it was being punished for. Blindfold off again for even fewer seconds and told to thank (and keep thanking) your girlfriend for jerking the leash. Blindfold back on. Music back up.”
“I felt the lock click closed on the Kali...knew the vibrator would be coming... both wanted it and feared it, knowing what it meant...that no matter how I tried to control myself, you alone would decide when I'd get hard...you alone would decide when the real suffering would begin...and depending on how you chose to simply move your hand, you alone would decide when the bite would go deeper and deeper until it was intolerable. It was excruciating and confusing and sexually staggering and totally outside my control and - wonderfully - totally in your control. The term sensory overload was coined to describe what you were making me feel. I remember jerking violently against the ropes keeping me widespread, totally exposed and totally vulnerable. Utter desperation doesn't fully describe what I felt. “
Femdom Resource Reviews
Here are a couple of fantastic little reviews for you to check out. Thank you so much to the person who not only put himself in my hands, but who wrote about it on his wonderful Femdom resource site!
The Pedicure/Public Play
After I tied up my slave’s toes, I couldn’t help but notice the terrible state they were in. So he got his very first taste of Bastinado!!! I threatened to take him to a salon for a forced pedicure. Thing is, what color??? I let a little corporal punishment decide that for me. After I tanned his bottom I took a photo and told him his toes were going to get painted the same color as his ass. He thought I was joking. Next thing he knew, he was rigged with Bluetooth electrics, told to dress and quickly usherd out the door. We took a car to the upper east side, where my friend met us. I needed a witness and partner in crime. I also brought an old copy of DDI for him to read in the waiting area. That got him lots of looks!!! When it was our turn to be seen, my friend and I sat next to each other while he sat across from us . We had so much fun playing around with his electrics and turning them up to 100%. In fact, the woman who was treating him thought SHE was being too hard on his feet because he kept squirming and jumping. It was hilarious! At one point all the women were all giggling and laughing at him, what a lucky guy. After our toes were dry my friend went back to work and my slave and I went back to the studio for more fun.
Session with Tess & Lucy Sweetkill
Session with Tess and Lucy Sweetkill
You could not imagine my surprise when I arrived at Tess' studio, ushered into Tess' cage and told to turn around and that she had a surprise for me. When ordered to turn back around, who was with Tess staring at me from the other side of the bars, but Lucy Sweetkill alongside Tess. Both had sinister smiles on their faces. Lucy, who I had not met before, had apparently dropped by to compare notes and Tess told her that she had a guinea pig coming over, so Lucy stayed to enjoy the slaughter. I let out a scream of shock but wasn't given much time to stare before I was directed to strip and hand out all my clothing. I was soon removed from the cage and bound with heavy leather straps and suspended in a hogtied face to the ground position with my cock and ass fully exposed and nothing I could do to protect myself. Of course, they were just getting started. They applied weights and electrics to my vulnerable cock and a di*do in my ass and proceeded with unbearable torment until I begged to come down. Lucy kept threatening in my ear to fist me, which I begged her not to do. After being allowed to taste some of Tess' wonderful Macallan's single malt to calm me down, these two wonderfully sadistic women dressed me as a slut whore and had me entertain them by walking around the studio, If I did not saunter to their satisfaction, the electrics were still attached to my balls and I was encouraged to do better with increasingly harsher and more frequent shocks. The high heels, and then the boots with pins on the feet did not make my job any easier. Tess and Lucy were then joined by a vanilla gf of Tess' to make the humiliation more complete. She led me around the room on a cock leash and took pleasure in taking control of the electric shocker on my balls. The final degradation before Lucy departed was being put into inescapable bndge on all fours on Tess' bndge bed and relentlessly tortured with a di*do, clamps, electrics and a finger spreader. While I was begging for mercy, the ladies laughed in satisfaction at the torment they had created. This amazing session ended when Tess placed me in her leather bndge bag, put me into a totally immobilizing position, and played and edged to her joy. There were a few other indignities that I will keep private from utter shame. Of course, Tess is beautiful, creative and wonderful, but the two of them together, Lucy sadistic and playful, made it for a memorable session that I will not soon forget. Thank you to both ladies.
Age Play and Tribulation
Bullied, fucked up and degraded by Mistresses Tess and Alicia
I hadn’t seen Miss Tess in a long time, but we’ve always stayed in touch – it helps that we both have a thing for ‘Wolford’ – but flat out, she’s such a talented domina, absolute knockout and a warm and wonderful person. I had never played with Alicia, but was always intrigued by what I’d seen and read about her – especially this ‘bad-girl’ image that she exudes so naturally. Suffering for these two powerful women would be a dream come true.
After ‘checking in’ and salutations with Miss Tess, she got right to business. In a blink of an eye, I had done as she ordered, stripped down at the bench inside her door, hit the floor and made to kiss hello Manola Blanka heels. Permitted to look up before being slapped, I gazed humbly at her, dressed in her Wolford bodysuit and tights (OMG!)
Tess tugged on a lovely bouquet of pink balloons and asked me how old I was today, on my birthday. With a general sense of where we were headed, I told her I was now 10 years old. A good guess as it turned out, as she was kind enough to have 10 balloons in her bouquet.
The first half of my birthday comeuppance was a private family party with my mommy Tess and me.
For my birthday Mommy was going to toughen me up. Always coming home from school being bullied, Mommy had enough of me being a puss and told me that I was an embarrassment to her.
For the next hour or two, she pulled me hither and to around her studio – which is one of the most wonderful I have played in. Eventually, I was handcuffed face-down on her table (the one with cut-out down the middle). My body was strapped down and ankles cuffed as well. ‘Move around’ mommy told me. I couldn’t and sobbed a bit, just like a wimp would. I’m no expert in naming bdsm toys, but mommy then made sure I wasn’t going to wiggle around while she beat me. My birthday balls and weenie were tethered down to the table leg excruciatingly tight. Tess brought over 5 or 6 different whips and paddles and had me practice my math as I told to add up the count on six dice to arrive at the number of blows I would take.
Eighteen! ‘Count them out loud wimp’. In between throws of the dice, birthday pictures were taken and she filled me with lots of her homemade lemonade. Once or twice I yelled loud enough to be scolded – mommy didn’t want the neighbors calling the police or complaining.
When mommy had finished with me, I was made to lie down on her bndge table. From what I could see it’s got many, many holes (like a pegboard) to restrain bad boys. In this position, I my ankles were locked down. Tess also locked on something quite evil, intended to keep boys from getting an erection. Doing so would be discouraged by the teeth of this device. Even with a bad case of ED, when Miss Tess is crawling on top of you, especially in her Wolford, I felt the pain of the device. Double that when the magic wand is applied for sensation. She placed a little princess crown on my head, gave me more to drink and we had a short break before Alicia called to say she had arrived.
This second part of our playtime was a lifelong fantasy come true. In fact these two wonderful women wound back the clock to when I was 10 and I used to masturbate thinking of being bullied by teenage girls. Girls develop faster nowadays, but I dare say that Tess and Alicia go way beyond what 14 year olds look. For all my fantasizing, I was about to be bullied, fucked up and degraded by these ‘girls’.
I could write another page of narrative, but let me try and summarize. These bad-ass teenagers put me in diapers, wrote on me, made me go on their swing, pushed me and made me fall off. They jumped on me and took turns holding me down while the other would r*pe me. Alicia is beautiful, powerful and petite, but her fist inside me felt like a large man was invading me. She also used her very powerful legs scissor choke me while Tess put her magic wand to good use on me. I was sat on by one and sodomized some more. During this part of our play, they also stood over top of me, talking and looking down and spitting on me. There is something about exactly that image that to me, symbolizes female superiority.
I was released from the pegboard and lured back to their clubhouse on the pretence that they were going to have me join their girl gang. Because it was my birthday, they had me sit on this steel chair, where I was strapped tightly to the back and my ankles locked to the legs in manacles. An IV bag filled with lemonade from both of these bullies was put on a pole next to me. The tube was inserted into my mouth and held there with duct tape.
At that point I felt like I was in Reservoir Dogs Part 2 as Tess played a CD with some rocking good tunes as her and Alicia were about to really torture me. Cue the music – Welcome to the Jungle of Tess and Alicia.
Tess brought over needles and Alicia had a staple gun. They also plug in a couple of hair dryers and curling irons. Turns out these girls play dice games too. (Note to all: Never play dice with Alicia, she rolls big numbers and that means more of whatever that’s going to hurt). My birthday balloons were stapled to my chest, legs, back; needles were everywhere by the time they were done, including through my birthday appendage. The IV bag was opened full throttle as the pain of the torture raged on. Tess explained that the IV bag needed to be empty before she would even think of stopping.
When they had finished their initiation of me in their special chair, I was directed to the bathtub, made to lie down while salt was rubbed on me. In particular, where the curling irons had been love tapped (their words), it was a very nasty feeling. Now that my skin has blistered off, I have three very nasty looking souvenirs of my wonderful time with these fantastic, dominant women. I’d like to apologize to Alicia for running away before she could get her second love tap in.
Epilogue: The lovely Tess joined me for dinner that evening and I was given the privilege of massaging her feet while she relaxed and read a magazine she likes. I walked her back to her car and said our goodbyes. Alicia, thank you so much for ganging up with Miss Tess. You both are the type of girls I have always wanted to be bullied by.
Patient J Visits the PALI
Patient J is now a permanent resident at the PALI (Pennsylvania Lunatic Institution), due to his incurable mental disorder and violent behavior. After he was captured, medicated and immobilized, Nurse Ava and I began his treatments. Everything is going to be completely controlled fro J now, including his food intake and bodily functions. Some of the things his daily regimen will consist of are: severe electrotherapy, hydrotherapy and mind control. There is no escaping for J since the PALI has a state of the art maximum security system like no other in the country. We hope that after a few years we can start to learn from J so that we can help others with mental disease such as his.
-Nurse Tess
Domination At Its Finest Indeed
During a recent trip to NYC, I was privileged to session once again with Mistress Tess. An interesting twist here, my previous sessions with her were double domme sessions that included my partner. So, this was my first solo scene with Miss Tess and that made it all the more intense- like we both had been partially denied in the past.
Rather than write a review of our play (it was fabulous in every respect), I wanted to shout out a few things I've come to enjoy through knowing and playing with her these past couple of years.
Mistress Tess... first there's her beauty...scorching hot on the outside, the most warm, thoughtful and professional person inside. Wolf in sheep's clothing analogy suits her- she is stunning and will charm the pants off you and then wham, debase and torture you to, and beyond your wildest fantasy. Tess demands and deserves respect, she most definitely has a loyal and deep following, but makes it clear that your submission to her is personal and appreciated. To a great extent, my enjoyment of surrender is to please my dominant and when it comes to Tess, I know if I do my very best to be good, everything gets turned up another notch.
Her sense of fashion and how she wears it, is mouth-watering. Her playspace is superb. Her toys and instruments of bondage and torture extensive.
I consider myself lucky to have met, played and come to know Miss Tess and thank her for all that comes with that.
Blue-Ribbon Tanning
My mischievous little g recently got a blue-ribbon tanning on his bare behind! It was SO well deserved!! Our meeting came in two parts- Friday night pasting and Sunday morning inspection. When I entered his hotel room Friday night, I laid out all the implements neatly on the bed. I then proceeded to tell g what I had in mind for his pallid and rascally bottom. I next ordered him to strip, pour me some champagne and lay face down on the bed while I changed. When I reentered the room, I was dressed to the nines in some decadent black lace,. Revved up and ready to go, the games began. The rest is history and poor little g was eventually left vanquished and exhausted. My work was done, I was very pleased. I told g I would be back early Sunday morning to inspect him. I wanted to make sure he left NYC bruised and marked. If his bottom did not meet my standards, he would get canned again with no mercy. Oh how he begged for clemency. As Sunday morning rolled around, I found myself heading back to g’s hotel with nothing but various canes in tote. I was prepared to give him more, but to my surprise, his bottom looked quite exemplary. Marks, bruises, welts, a touch of gore. He got off easy…this time around!
