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Monday, August 26, 2013

It's your favorite stocking fetishist again...


Spent a lovely afternoon torturing and tormenting a footslut.  Poor little thing was gagged with My fishnet stockings, teased with My freshly manicured feet, and whimpering at My teasing and torture.

I will say he worshiped feet well even though he had a teeny little mouth.  Some woman must have trained him well years ago!  It put Me in a wonderful and terrible Goddess mood.

ANYWAY to the point, finding My stockings to wear today, and a million runned pairs. Some of the nicest stockings I have piling up, inadequate for anything now but just fun. I will be making a huge stocking order soon to replenish.  Do any of My devotees want these used, worn out, well loved stockings? No male fluids on them of course! YUCK! Feel free to request, as usual, this offer is only for those who have seen Me.






Sunday, August 18, 2013

Finally Letting Go



As You know, i have dreamed of submission for nearly thirty years, but never had the opportunity.  It has now been two hours since You released me from my first session, and my head is still humming (not to mention my body).  i can't express in words the pleasure in meeting You.  You are stunning, Your voice reassuring, Your eyes beckoning, Your legs exquisite.  You wore a black dress that exuded simple elegance and class, and dark hose adorned Your exquisite legs.  i entered more nervous than i can remember ever having been before, my heart racing with anticipation and excitement.  i've been feeling that way for four days, since You first responded to my application, and still do.  However, Your eyes and Your voice inspire trust, and i couldn't wait to submit.

After we climbed a set of stairs, You had me sit at Your feet and tried Your best to make me comfortable and engage in conversation, but for the first time in my life i found myself speechless.  i could have remained at your feet for hours, but would have struggled against the urge to run my hands along Your legs.  You had clearly studied my application, and You were concerned about marking my body, lest my Wife might see.  i wondered, "how could such beauty and sweetness inflict pain?"

Then You led me up another flight of stairs to survey Your dungeon.  It was inviting, clean, thoughtfully decorated.  Instruments were neatly hung and lain.  It was immediately clear that You had taken great time and care to build it.  However, it was also a bit frightening because i had no idea where i would fit or how i would be used.   You very soon asked me to remove all my clothing and place it neatly in the bathroom.  i have never felt so naked and exposed.  Yet i did not feel Your judgment -- only Your power and control.  Kneeling on the floor near Your St. Andrew's Cross, You taught me how to show respect in my responses, then You taught me two positions for supplication.  You knew my physical limitations would not allow for the positions You preferred, but You instantly and easily improvised.  The first position, "Present," had me kneeling at your feet and available to you.  The second position, "Obey," had me on my knees, head to the floor, arms stretched flat in front of me in a triangle.  In the second position, i became not only available to your touch, but also vulnerable to your whimsy.  i wanted to remain in the second position forever.  Even though You did not intend to mark my body, i longed to receive whatever corporal discipline You might enjoy.  You ran your nails along my back side, and i quivered with pleasure and anticipation.  i pray i soon find myself in the Obey position again.

Next you led me to the other room and asked me to lie on the medical examination table.  You fitted my hands with latex mittens, blindfolded me, then tied me securely to the table.  For the first time in my life, i felt helpless, totally exposed and vulnerable to another person.  i can't remember feeling happier.  What a rush.  i could feel my chest heaving with each breath, my hands beginning to sweat inside the latex mittens, and i could barely move.

You worked methodically and quietly.  With each new application, You allowed me time to gather myself; but the waiting caused the intense anticipation to build.  What next?  Could i withstand whatever pain you planned to inflict?  i so desperately wanted to please You.  You had me rehearse my safe word several times and assured me You would not be displeased if i used it.  i hoped i wouldn't.  i hoped You could be as sadistic as You wished.

Then i heard several electrical "zaps."  I can only guess You were holding a violet wand, but i couldn't see.  i knew, though, i would soon feel electricity.  You moved the wand up and down my body, lingering at my nipples and my genitals.  You knew i had only experienced electricity in my nipples before today, and only at my own hand.  Your wand felt incredible, buzzing along my body, until you hit the tip of my penis.  That stung, and i wiggled relexively; but i loved it.  "This is it," i thought.  "This is who i am, what i've longed to feel."  You had complete control and i had finally submitted.  i knew You wouldn't hurt me, and i felt safe.  But i also knew You would test me, and my heart began to race.  You had just begun, and i gladly submitted myself to Your mercy.

Next You placed a nipple tower on my chest and attached clamps to my nipples.  The clamps seemed to slip, and perhaps prevented You from stretching further than You did.  At the time, i felt only pleasure and could have withstood more; but now, i feel the residual pain -- and it feels incredible.  i am squeezing them now, and it reminds me of You.  i yearn for more.

You released the clamps and returned to the electricity, this time with a little more intensity.  You came close to reaching my limit, but not quite.  i did think for a moment you were burning my left nipple, but You seemed to know the exact moment to pull away.  Then i believe You intended to employ a TENS unit, and You attached a clamp to my penis.  i've never felt such pain.  It felt like a razor slicing through the skin.  For the first and only time, i spoke the safe word "red."  it disappointed me at the time, and it disappoints me now.  i would have liked to experience what You intended.  "Not to worry," You said, "there are other ways to do this."  And you applied pads to my balls and the base of my penis.  Perhaps You were concerned i couldn't withstand much more, but i felt only a vibration.  A wonderful and pleasing vibration.  Frankly, i would have liked a little more intensity.  And then i felt the sound around the tip of my penis.  i drew yet another deep breath.  i suppose my urethra couldn't swallow the sound; but i shuddered every time You applied a little bit of pressure.  If asked, i would never have considered sounding.  Now i regret it couldn't go further.  A sound buried in my urethra with a bit of electricity  would have been incredible.  Painful but incredible.  But as You did during the entire scene, You respected my limits.

Next You sprayed a bit of lubricant onto my abdomen and into my genital region.  It felt nice.  Then it felt a little warm.  Then it felt as though i were on fire.  Deep heat spray!  For a few minutes, i wasn't sure if i would be able to stand it.  Holy crap!  Another activity i would never have thought to request.  i heard myself moan, as though i were only observing.  It was an intense sensation and i wondered how long it would last.  After a few minutes, however, the fire began to subside a bit; but it stayed warm for quite a while.  You squeezed my nipples hard and i felt so connected to You.  Then with that sweet voice, you softly asked me if i were glad You didn't apply heat spray to the sound.  A wave of emotion swept through me, knowing what You could have done, knowing how dangerous it might be to disobey You.

It was time to remove the pads from my balls, but You had one last surprise in store.  A short huge blast of electricity, more than i could handle.  i screamed out twice in agony as you softly giggled at my predicament.  How powerful You are.  You untied me, removed the mittens, and removed the blindfold.  You reassuringly touched my chest and shoulder, grounding me.  i couldn't see for a minute or two, and how i longed to see You.  As disrespectful as it may have been, i wanted to look into those dark, piercing eyes.  i wanted you to know how much I appreciated the opportunity to serve You and how happy you made me feel.

You commanded that i return to the other room, and placed me in the Obey position.  Again i felt excitement and fear surge through me.  Would You flog me?  Would You take advantage of my exposed balls?  i so wanted You to bind me to the St. Andrew's Cross and have Your way with me.  i couldn't have cared less about marks on my body.  i could only imagine how amazing You are with those floggers, whips, and paddles hanging on the wall.  "I want You to get dressed.  It's been two hours," You said.  Not possible!  i just got here!  Please don't stop now!  "you can take a shower if you like," You said, and repeated, almost demanding.  Are You kidding?  Wash the warmth of the heat spray from my body?  i knew it wouldn't stay warm much longer, but i couldn't bear the thought of missing a second.

i can't say I would want to experience everything You did to me a second time, but i would endure if it pleased You.  i learned so much about myself today.  More than i could learn from a year in psychotherapy.  i am not a pain slut.  i have a fairly low tolerance for pain, but I am definitely a masochist.  Now i hope You will play with me some more.  You were so skilled at testing my limits without ever making me feel unsafe.  i can only imagine what You are capable of doing when You've gotten to know me better.  When can i see you again?  How soon can You have me bound to Your St. Andrew's cross?  How soon can You have my balls in Your skilled hands, ready to destroy me with a simple squeeze?

Thank You, Mistress, thank You.

Friday, August 16, 2013

Latex, Rubber



The weather has cooled such in the evenings that I am in the mood to wear My latex.
Lots and lots and layers of luxurious, 
stretchy, 
shiny, 
sexy,
 latex.

you may now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Shopping for High Heels with footslave

I have spent a few weeks on a specific plan for improving My health and wanted to reward Myself, so I called a very dear slave to take Me out shopping for one of My favorite treats: a new sexy pair of heels.
This slave is very well trained and it was a lovely evening, so much I want to share the whole erotic and luxurious experience here. Enjoy!
I chose the boots and the gold super high heels, for comfort and complete sex appeal.





















Friday, August 9, 2013

Women I Love

You don't have to be a goth to be into fetish culture, but it certainly helps.  Goth Culture allows women to display their sexuality in a completely powerful, reverent way.  Goth Clubs have long been the seat of the fetish scene for a lot of people.  There is so much overlap it's a non-issue which brought you to the club, the fetish or the music- heavy makeup, barely there clothing, the PVC, latex, thigh high boots and leather.  Goth women have been forcing Bi for as long as I can remember, it's just par for the course.
When I was a kid I was shopping in a thrift store and came across this cassette tape in a bin.  I paid a quarter for it and became immediately obsessed.  I shared it with everyone I could.  The strength of the woman's stare, the strength of Her voice, and Her ability to sing about things like semen and genocide with such grace and passion was absolutely magical to Me.  I dyed My hair black.  I started wearing see through shirts, big black boots, and heavy eyeliner.
I searched for every photo I could find of Her and collected them.  I did the same with the music.


For some reason I found joy in these dark, heavy, yet luxurious things. Siouxsie Herself stated that She was not a goth.

As goth at this time period seemed to mean one thing and one thing only: Marilyn Manson (whose shock
tactics and poorly applied makeup I found terribly boring, not to mention his plain old rock music, palatable to any dumb male wanting to rock out), I was not a goth either. 
When they photographed Me for the school yearbook with My "Most Creative Style" in a glittery, extremely lowcut top covered by a flowing black lace jacket I had sewn Myself, spiky red hair, and black lipstick, I told them I was glam-punk. I still listen to Her music all the time.

I am still obsessed with dark and luxurious things.  I still love the graceful juxtaposition of the sacred and profane, and the acknowledgment of pain, transformation, and ecstasy. I feel I have Her to thank.












Wednesday, August 7, 2013

An Evening of Service, Part One.

"I loved our session! There were so many WONDERFUL physical sensations you gave me. But being absolutely exposed, helpless, vulnerable and entirely subject physically, mentally and emotionally to your mercy or whims is ultimately what I crave the most I think.



When I first arrived at your door, I remember being very nervous.  I had not seen you for weeks. You had been vacationing in Colorado. I rang your little twist ringer and waited. My heart was pounding. I observed a runner passing by on the sidewalk. She was totally oblivious to me. I noticed that my palms were a little clammy. I needed to bring myself down.  I tried some breathing exercises. Breathe in slowly for a count of four, hold for four and then let out for a count of five. I did this three times. Thankfully this did seem to alleviate some of my apprehension.  After a few minutes I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. I noticed that my eyes opened just a little wider as if they had a mind of their own. I had to remind myself to breathe.  The footfalls stopped.  There was a momentary dramatic pause then the sound of the door latch being twisted and the dead bolt sliding back into its recess.  The door opened and there you were. Your loveliness took away my breath and briefly left me stunned and staring as my eyes thirstily drank in your beauty. Snapping out of my brief but disrespectful behavior I quickly glanced away trying not to make further eye contact.  You greeted me by ordering me up the stairs to the reception parlor to sit before your chair. You followed me taking your position of authority before me. Your first command to me was to set the flowers I had brought on the table behind me and to then remove my shoes and place them with my sunglasses beneath the table. You then instructed me to hand you one of the other wrapped gifts I had brought. My first was a bag of Sumatra coffee, pre ground. I know, a simple gift but it seemed to make you happy because I had remembered it was the kind of coffee you liked. I could feel a warming sensation in my stomach. I LOVE pleasing you. My second wrapped gift was a, I would soon find out, TERRIBLE rubber whip made primarily from a 36 inch rubber tie down strap with 12 ¼” holes bored about half an inch from each other through the front section of the whip. Their purpose was to actually soften the HORRIBLE bruising blow that the heavy solid strap would have produced. But the holes also leave some nice white elongated oval marks dispersed evenly through the deep red stripe the whip produces when used on a “fresh” surface. They also make a frightening whistling sound as the whip tail arches through the air on its way to a “soft” target. I was hoping that you would like that. I had tried it on myself at home several days before. OUCH!!! It did need those holes though. It was UNBEARABLE without them. It has a handle made of a approximately six inch length of 5/8 inch clear rubbery plastic tubing I got from Petsmart at the fish department.  You hefted it critically finding it a little long but maybe functional.



You turned your attention to me. You asked how I felt, was there anything with my body or mind that you should be made aware of. I LOVE this professional evaluation. It is exciting and a little scary for me being scrutinized. It reminds me of being in the doctor’s office. I risked a glance into your eyes. I imagined how a gazelle must feel as it cautiously drinks from a watering hole while simultaneously starring across small precious pool into the eyes of a resting but curious lioness that is seemingly satisfied from her last kill. I swallowed and replied that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. I felt physically wonderful and was calming down which was making me feel emotionally comfortable too. You asked if there was anything in particular I would like to do today? Well, since I WAS being asked, I asked if I could have a spanking along with whatever else you would prefer. I am an absolute slut for your spankings!  I was hoping for a blistering, breathtaking, blinded by tears one today. But I was careful not to make a challenge. I did that once before and will not purposely do it again. I REALLY paid for that. I also felt that I made you mad at me which left me with a general sad feeling afterwards. I LOVE pleasing you. I hate making you mad at me. Today I was ready, it had been a long time for me since I had seen you and my butt was totally fresh, the skin soft and vulnerable and sensitive. I wanted to be SCREAMING and crying today. Be careful what you wish for!  I WOULD get my wish and BEYOND!

Now that you were satisfied that I was ready and sufficiently polite and respectful you took ownership of me. Mentally I gave you the “keys” to me. I was now one of your possessions.  A wonderful psychological transition occurs and a warm sensation of tranquility and security envelops me. This mental state is probably difficult for most to understand. I know that soon I will be experiencing some absolutely devastatingly, excruciating, stinging PAIN but at the same time I also feel completely safe and secure and isolated from all of the troubles and fears of my “vanilla” life. I no longer CAN make decisions in regards to my fate. But I no longer HAVE to either.  This is a spiritually liberating state of consciousness to me. I am inexorably drawn to this. You ordered: “Go up the stairs to the bathroom, remove EVERYTHING, including your watch, and fold everything neatly and place them in the metal towel rack, then go to the red room, close the door behind you and assume a kneeling position in the center of the carpet as you await me. You may keep your glasses on for now though.”

I stood and started to move toward the stairs, you stopped me commanding, “WAIT, Pick up your shoes and sunglasses then repeat what I just told you to do.”

A cold chill came over me as I bent beneath the table in compliance. I replied almost correctly but not quite, “Yes Ma’am, I am go to up stairs, remove my clothes and my watch in the bathroom, go to the red room, close the door and wait for you”, to which you commented, “AND.” My eyes widened. What had I forgotten?! I must have looked dumbfounded for you quickly added, “When will you learn to pay attention to what I have to say! And fold your clothes neatly and assume the KNEELING position in the red room as you wait for me!”

Instantly I responded, “Yes Ma’am, sorry Ma’am!”



I was dismissed with a backward wave of your hand without further comment. I was so relieved!

I quickly left the room hurrying up the stairs into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and stripped dropping everything on the linoleum floor at my feet in the process. Remembering my orders I placed my socks in my shoes, then my shoes in the lower stainless steel towel rack, folded my shorts placing them in the rack, placed my underwear neatly folded on top of them and then folded my tee shirt and placed it on top of all. I noticed that I had to pee.  I lifted the seat, did my business being sure to dry myself with a piece of tissue then made sure to lower the seat back down. Not to lower the seat back would have gotten me into SERIOUS trouble! This behavior is NOT tolerated by Mistress Devlynn!  To forget to do so is not a minor offense. This could very well have earned me six or more VERY real and devastatingly painful lashes from a braided leather single tail snake whip across my bare rear that would leave cuts lasting for weeks!



Now ready, I washed and dried my hands, left the bathroom, entered the red room, closed the door then kneeled and sat back on my heels to wait for your arrival. I noticed that my quads were feeling kind of tight. I have been doing a lot of cycling this year and obviously not enough stretching of this muscle group. But to be fair, they were cold, they are much more pliable once warm. I placed my palms on the floor and pressing down took some of the pressure from my legs. This helped a little. Soon I heard you outside the door. The door opened. I gazed down to avoid getting into trouble. You were wearing a very nice and revealing black leather outfit. I was careful trying not to fidget but my quads were still hurting some. I kept my gaze staring at a point about three feet in front of me on the floor. You walked over to the wide, red covered, bed like bench to my right and started arranging some items. You then turned and walked in front of me and passed by me to my left. Before I could stop myself my eyes followed focusing on your lovely rear as you passed. You caught me!  You did not seem too mad though, thank you Ma’am! You commanded, “Turn your head around and stop looking at ME.” Walking up behind me you gave me a light smack to the left side of my face.  You then said, “Obviously you will need this” as you slipped a blindfold over my eyes. Once tightened in place you asked me if I could see. To which I obediently replied, “no Ma’am”. I swallowed, thankful that I had not pissed you off at me. I heard you again rattling and arranging some items at the table. My legs were still hurting. I was apparently noticeably fidgeting now. You asked, “are you uncomfortable in that position?” I replied, “Yes Ma’am.” You responded, “lay your chest down on the floor”. I came up off my heels into a high kneeling position and bent over laying my chest and right cheek on the floor.  Ohhh!!!! This was so much more comfortable. I spread my knees about two feet apart making myself even more comfortable. I could feel coolness between my inner thighs and cheeks. I knew that this would not last for long though!



You walked up before me commanding, “Stand up!”

Carefully I stood not wanting to accidentally trip. Taking my hands you ordered, follow me. I took a few small shuffling steps as you guided me forward. You stopped me and told me step up and forward. You explained that I was stepping over a support bar for your suspension rack. A few more shuffled steps then you stopped me and told me to stick my hands out and down. I felt the smooth rubbery, cushioned surface of the table you had been working at. The table is waist high. You told me, “Now completely lay your upper body flat down against the bench. I slid my feet forward until my pelvis was pressing up against the soft bench then bent forward at the waist and laid my upper body down on the table. The surface was cool and a little slick against my skin. I focused on this simple and pleasurable sensation. I wanted to truly live this moment. In order to more flatten myself against the bench I spread my feet about two feet apart. I could sense you to my right side. Then I felt cold, rough, apparently steel fingernails, I would learn that these were your “bear claw gloves” gently scratching and pinching my lower right butt cheek. You ordered,” move your butt over a little more to the left.” I slid over some more. Then, “Place your left hand out straight to your side. I heard you sweep by then felt my left hand being pulled, my arm being tugged and straightened. My hand was placed and fastened into a leather cuff with a steel bar for gripping in the center. The cuff along with my arm was then jerked tightly into position straight out to my side. Then I felt and heard a metal fastener of some kind click into place completely locking my left hand out to my side. Once satisfied that my arm was trapped you moved to my right, ordered me to stick my right arm out and it too was shackled perpendicular to my body. I could feel my pulse quickening. I was getting a little scared now. The preparation for me is one of my favorite parts. I love the sensation of absolute vulnerability and complete and total exposure of EVERYTHING. There was no way I could protect myself now and you were still not done preparing me! Next you ordered me to stick my left leg back and up for you. You quickly placed my ankle into a foot harness. Then you moved to my right and ordered me to stick my right leg back and you secured that leg straight out and off the floor as well. I then felt a pole of some kind being attached to the harness of my left leg. Once in place you moved over to my right and attached it to the harness securing my right foot. Now my legs were forced wide apart. I believe my feet were probably four feet apart! But you still were not done! I heard chains rattling and my spread legs were ratcheted up into the air! OHHH! Now EVERYTHING was available to you and to your imagination! I tentatively tried my arms. They were not going anywhere. I tried squeezing my thighs. There was no closing the wide open gap! I was in a state of absolute and complete vulnerability.

Now it was time for the “fun” to begin...

Sunday, August 4, 2013

The Thrill of Being a Pet

When I came home from My travels My home was in perfect order and a lovely flower, card and bottle of red wine were waiting for Me.  I was tired from a long plane ride, and very pleased.

So I decided I would reward My slave for making Me happy.
I told him that he would be visiting the dungeon that even, promptly at 6pm.  This slave is not a masochist, but enjoys being of service.  For this reason, he was very nervous.  I have been known to invite him over to the dungeon for many things.  Many times when I get a new toy, or acquire a new skill, I test it out on him. Many times, however, when I get a new leather corset, pair of heels or boots, or specially made sexy outfit of chainmaille, I also have "tested" it out on him.

He arrived promptly of course and was very happy to see Me, but a bit terrified. I told him he was to be rewarded for the good service. After 3 years of being My slave he is pretty darn well trained, and much of the time he is making Me happy!  REALLY good service makes Me REALLY happy, and I want to give a treat to My pet when I am in such a absolute Queen and Goddess mood.

I ordered him to go upstairs and undress completely. I did not have to order him anything regarding hygeine, as I have said, he is a good slave.  he had already been instructed to eat and drink and rest for this meeting.
I began to play some nice music that puts Me in a very good mood, lit a few lovely candles around in the dark and luxurious parlour.  I did have a new toy, some "bear claws".
I ordered him to lie on the table, on his belly to begin.  I ran My nails along his body, which was warm with excitement.  I did not tie him, or restrain him in any way.  he no longer needs to be restrained, for various reasons of training.  I only tie him when it arouses Me to do so.

I brought over all My lovely fire toys.  The music and the fire seemed to be one energy as I moved it around his body, a kind of dance with the flames licking him all over.  Sometimes I would engulf My hands in flames and touch his body.  Sometimes I would send a big strong fireball at him, and huge parts of his body would be swathed in flame, just momentarily, then gone, causing the most gorgeous sparkly feeling all over. Sometimes I would run a river of flames up his back, causing him to shiver.  he loves the fire!
I brought out a long, heavy black flogger and pulled it slowly across his back so he could feel its weight, and the luxuriousness of the leather.  Then I stood back and warmed up his bottom.

I could tell he was absolutely in heaven.  Now with a bit sensitivity to his skin and mind, his nervousness largely taken over by bliss, I pulled out My "bear claws".
I played with his body slowly and methodically, running the claws lightly over every bit of him, sometimes grabbing and pulling at his flesh with them like a Mama bear.  It felt beastly and lovely- what wonderful toys!
They feel like natural extensions of Me as I claw and tease him.

As you see, happiness in slavery!