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Wednesday, December 31, 2014

New Year, New You

An erotic story for spankos and Ms. Devlynn's slave d.

My name is Tabbi. Yes, I know, I know……. like the cat. Ok, my actual name is Tabitha but I can’t remember anyone every calling me that. Well, except for my mom sometimes when I was a kid. She would then use my middle name as well, “Tabitha Marie!” Whenever I heard that I knew that I was in trouble for something. I seemed to get into trouble a lot as a kid. I was kind of a wild child. I’m 27 years old now and actually kind of boring. I sometimes miss that little untamed girl. But, we all have to grow up right? Anyhow, I have straight brown shoulder length hair with matching brown eyes. I have smooth fair skin. Thank GOD I almost never get pimples any more. I’m five foot six and 137 lbs. sadly that is about thirteen pounds more than my college weight. My breasts are kind of small but my butt, thighs and stomach are starting to put on a little more padding than I would like. I snack WAY too much while watching tv. I especially LOVE chocolate ice cream! I think I like ice cream better than sex. My girlfriends tell me that it’s because I always attract jerks for boyfriends. They may have a point. Still, I think I’m pretty.  And I’m actually fairly smart, I think…..,  but my best friend tells me that I’m a classic under achiever. I’m not sure if I totally agree with her but there is some truth to it. I do have a Bachelor of Science in Marketing and a decent job, well…. maybe not so good. But it does pay well, or then again…….Ok, so things could be better. Alright, maybe a LOT better. I frequently come up with excellent ideas for my firm but my creepy team leader always manages to present them to upper management as his own. I actually cannot recall him EVER coming up with any useful ideas or strategies. So, as I came to the realization that my job was going nowhere,  my youth was slipping away and my once petite head turning body was expanding I found myself falling into a state of listless despair.

Thankfully because of a chance encounter with an old high school friend at a holiday party this was about to change!  The last time I had seen her she too was a little rounder, a little softer and maybe a little sadder than she had been in our youth. But, that day I almost didn’t recognize her! She walked with self assurance: back straight, shoulders and head held high, confident smile, a happy gleam in her eyes. She looked almost like she was 18 again but with mature poise and self confidence! She had the same lithe athletic body that she had when we played on our high school soccer team. She was GORGEOUS! She immediately recognized me and made her way through the crowd to join me. Before I could speak she embraced me in a hug. Then gently stepping away looked back into my eyes. “Hi Tabbi! It’s been a long time! I’m so happy to see you!” “Hi Julie! You’re looking….…beautiful!” “Thank you Tabbi! I have changed since you saw me last haven’t I?” “Yes, you look GREAT!” “I feel great! Would you like to know how?” A little hesitantly I replied, “Ok…. sure.” “I met this wonderful woman! She changed my life! Actually she transformed me into a new woman! Here’s her card. You should call her!”

I took the card. “New Year, New You. Behavior Modification Specialists at the Desade Academy.”
It had a web address and a phone number. I looked up from the card. Julie emphasized. “You really SHOULD call them Tabbi. But, let me warn you it was pretty intense and at times even painful. But, OH the results are SO worth it Tabbi! Please tell me you’ll call?” I agreed that I would at least call them. What could that hurt? Suddenly someone else caught Julie’s attention. She told me that she’d see me later on.

The party went by in a blur. As usual I drank too much and woke up with a terrible headache. But then I remembered the card and my conversation with Julie came back to me. “What the heck. I’m going to give it a try.” It was Sunday, so I went on line. I found the application and a brief description of the program. I filled it out and scheduled my appointment for 7:00pm Tuesday. That gave me the rest of that day and the next to prepare.

The day came! I was very nervous! Maybe fear of the unknown? I arrived; the office was located in a small, very well maintained house in a historic section of the city. I walked to the door. It had an old fashioned twist ringer instead of a door bell. I twisted it a few times and waited. Within moments I could hear faint foot falls on a wooden surface, then the sound of the dead bolt sliding back into its recess and the door opened. There she was! The woman who would change my life! She had inquisitive, penetrating eyes. I met them for a moment but their intensity quickly overwhelmed me forcing me to look away. She was wearing a white physician’s lab coat, black slacks and matching shiny black medium heeled shoes.  She was very fit, about my height with lovely braided hair the color of whipped honey pulled back tightly into a luxurious pony tail. She had soft, full, pink lips and a flawless complexion. She was beautiful! She spoke softly but assuredly with just a hint of southern drawl. “Hello,  Tabbi?” “Yes. That’s me.” “From this point on whenever you address me you will finish with: Ms. Devlynn or Ma’am. Is that understood?” Taken aback, I was momentarily speechless. She prompted, “Well.” “Yes, Ms. Devlynn.” “Very good, please follow me.” She led me up a flight of stairs and into a spacious, warmly decorated living room. She had me take a seat on her couch. She sat in a plush chair directly opposite. She was holding a clip board and got immediately to business. “I have read your application and have concluded that I shall allow you into my program. It seems that there is nothing wrong with you but for lack of self discipline, motivation and self confidence. Correcting these issues is my specialty.” She stood and handed me a clipboard. On it was a small booklet. “This is your contract. You will read it. Should you agree to the terms you will sign, initial and date in all places where indicated. The total cost of the course will be $750 for three sessions plus $270 for the course itself. $340 is due at the beginning of each month’s session. Should you opt to cancel out of the course for any reason before completing the course in its entirety you agree to not only pay the remainder of the full cost of the course and any remaining sessions but there will be a $500.00 early termination fee assessed as well. I know, this may sound extreme. But, it ensures that my patients are truly sincere. MY time is EXTREMELY valuable. I will NOT have it wasted! Is that understood?” “Yes, Ms. Devlynn.”  “Very good. Please let me know if you have any questions as you read through your contract.”

The contract was several pages in length. I started reading thoroughly at first but then thought, “
This will take FOREVER to read.” So I started skimming through it, slowing for any areas that seemed to be critical. But, my friend recommended the course. And her results sold me. So, I took a leap of faith, signed, initialed and dated all the areas where required then handed the clipboard back to Ms. Devlynn. Very quickly she flipped through the pages making sure that all was in order. Then looking up, “I’m very pleased to have you as my patient. The first part of the program is a COMPLETE physical. So, stand up and follow me.” That took me a little by surprise, a physical? Noting my slight hesitation Ms. Devlynn prompted. “Don’t be alarmed. I’m a certified Physicians Assistant.” Immediately responding to her prompt I stood, “Yes, Ms. Devlynn.”

She led me out of the living room, up another flight of stairs and into her examination room. Turning to me she commanded, “Strip to your bra and panties. Then neatly fold your clothes and place them on the chair beside the examination bench. Then be seated on the bench.  I will return in a moment so be quick.” With that she turned and left the room closing the door behind. I hadn’t expected this. My heart was racing! But then I thought of my friend and how much the program had done for her. That strengthened my resolve. I stripped and folded my clothes as instructed and after placing my shoes beneath the chair hopped up on the examination table. At least the room was nice and warm. Momentarily the door opened. Ms. Devlynn entered, “Stand please.” I did as instructed. “I’m first going to record your measurements and then take a few photographs.” Possibly seeing my eyes widen at the mention of photographs Ms. Devlynn replied, “Don’t worry. They will be completely confidential. But they are a requirement of the program. Turn around, stand up straight and stick your arms out to your sides.” I meekly replied, “Yes, Ms. Devlynn.” She had an aura. I found that I was quickly becoming almost hypnotized by her. I felt her hands reach around my front with the measuring tape. I then felt her soft hands smooth the tape around my bottom. Unexpectedly I felt a little twinge of arousal. Ms. Devlynn noted,  “40 inches. We’ll trim at least three inches from that I suspect.” In a slightly embarrassed and quite voice, “Yes, Ms. Devlynn, thank you.” Next she did my waist. “27 inches”. My chest was still about the same at 36 inches. Apparently I was expanding from the bottom up I thought miserably. Noticing my down cast eyes my care taker spoke in her spellbinding voice. “Don’t be sad. That is why you came to me. We’ll take care of this together.” “Thank you, Ms. Devlynn.” She then took some pictures of me from the front, side and behind.
“Now come and stand on the scale.” I was still 137 pounds. At least I hadn’t packed any more on since I had last weighed myself. She asked my height. I told her. “Ok, have a seat on the examination table.” “Yes, Ms. Devlynn.” She took my temperature, blood pressure and pulse. All were good. Next she examined my mouth, eyes and ears. She listened to my heart and my breathing. She checked my reflexes. I was finally starting to feel somewhat comfortable. At least I was not horribly embarrassed any longer as I sat there in only my underwear. “Ok, lie down on your back for me Tabbi.” I did as ordered. She flexed my hip and knee joints a few times. Satisfied she moved on to the next part of the exam which was some kind of abdominal exam. She started pressing in on my stomach with her warm soft and gentle hands. It felt a little odd but at the same time somewhat arousing. Accidently I let out a soft moan. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I hurting you?” A little breathlessly I replied, “No, Ms. Devlynn. I’m ok.” “Ok, let me know if anything hurts.” “Yes Ms. Devlynn.” She finished the abdominal exam.  “Ok sit up Tabbi, for the next part of the examination I will need for you to remove your bra and panties.” I could feel my eyes widen, I felt like I had just swallowed a glass of ice water! “It’s ok Tabbi, I’ve done these exams hundreds of times.” Looking down I replied,”Yes, Ms Devlynn”. Obediently I pushed myself up into sitting position and turned to let my feet dangle over the side of the bed. I then proceeded to unfasten my bra. Once removed Ms. Devlynn ordered, “Hand it to me please.” Avoiding eye contact I placed it in her palm. While walking to the chair with my other clothes she prompted, “Now, stand and remove your panties.” I complied but instinctually held them down covering myself in an effort to preserve a little modesty. Ms. Devlynn returned extending her right hand palm up. I placed the garment in her hand. She then walked over and placed them on top of the pile of clothing as well. “Hop back up on the table please.” Immediately I pushed myself back up. She approached. Feeling extremely self conscious all of the sudden I closed my eyes. Then I was startled by warm soft hands cupping my right breast from the top and bottom. She squeezed firmly but gently being sure to feel all areas of the breast. I forgot to breath. Ms. Devlynn noticed. “Are you OK Tabbi?” “Yes, Ms. Devlynn,” was all I could manage. Her hands then moved to the left and it too received the same firm but gentle kneading.  I was concentrating now. I didn’t want to accidently let out another moan. But, her touch was wonderful! “Open your eyes please.” She was holding open a hospital gown before me and said, “I’m going to allow you to put this on. Put your arms through but leave it untied in the back.” Barely able to speak I replied quietly, “Yes, Ms. Devlynn,” and slid my arms in.  “Ok, now turn and slide down and place your feet in the stirrups.” Oh, I was shivering! “Relax Tabbi, it’s ok.” Her soothing voice calmed me.  I did as instructed. Once my feet were in position I could feel cool air between my legs. I was so nervous! Ms. Devlynn took position and instructed, “Slide your bottom down more please Tabbi.” I complied. I could feel my bottom hanging just over the edge of the table now. “That’s good. Now be still.” Suddenly I felt soft, gloved fingers parting me. I didn’t dare breath for fear of moaning again! I closed my eyes tightly.  Then I felt two fingers slide inside me and another hand press down on my stomach. I took in a sharp breath. “I’m sorry, did that hurt?” “No, Ms. Devlynn, I’m fine Ma’am.” “Ok, please take some slow deep breaths for me. You’re doing fine. I’m almost finished.” The probing fingers slid out then, “I’m going to insert a speculum now. Just relax Tabbi.” “Yes, Ms. Devlynn”, I mumbled. I felt a little pressure then it slid inside. Oh, these things feel so weird! I could feel it opening inside me. I forgot to breathe again. “Please continue with the slow deep breathing Tabbi.” After a few more moments I felt the pressure decrease as the jaws of the speculum were closed and felt it slide out of me.  Then I felt a cool damp rubbing sensation as Ms. Devlynn cleaned me with a disposable napkin. “Ok, I’m done. Well, with the exception of a little excess weight you’re in perfect health Tabbi. I’m going to leave you now. Please get dressed. Leave the gown neatly folded on the exam bench and then meet me downstairs where we’ll discuss the program further and I’ll give you the program syllabus.” “Yes, Ms. Devlynn.”I replied. But I couldn’t meet her eyes. I was feeling incredibly vulnerable and a little bewildered and confused because I think I actually enjoyed the exam.  Ms. Devlynn noticed that something was wrong, “I’m here for you Tabbi. You came to me for help and that is exactly what I’m going to do. It will be tough, but in two months time you will be a new woman I promise.”

She left the room closing the door behind. I quickly got dressed and joined her in the reception room. When I entered she ordered, “Have a seat on the couch. Here is your syllabus and program package. In it you will find a list of rules and directives for you to follow over the next month. It also outlines an exercise routine and diet regimen. You have also been given a health recording device called a fitbit tracker. You will wear it around your wrist at all times. It will be used to record your progress and upload by wifi to your computer automatically. From there it will upload to a web app where I can track your progress as well.  I will also have you install an app that works in conjunction with the fitbit that will allow you to make healthy food choices. You must only select food options that the app allows. You will record each meal over the course of the day into the fitbit. Also, over the next month you will be required to walk at least two miles every day, more if you like. The following month we will add a more complex exercise routine. Sleep is also very important for a healthy lifestyle. The first month you will be required to be in bed by 10:00pm every night.” I was starting to feel a little dazed. What had I gotten into? “Look at me Tabbi. I’m serious. Don’t you waste my time! I can transform you into a new woman. But, you have to be willing to obey me and stick with the program as outlined. Are you ready for this?” Looking into her intense eyes I was a little frightened. But, at the same time I could sense that she actually cared about me. Oh, that did it! I could feel my eyes watering. No I thought. Don’t cry! But it was too late. Tears started overflowing my eye lids. I replied, “Yes, Ms. Devlynn. I’m ready. Please help me?” “Very good, Please stand up, I’m going to dismiss you now.” I stood. Tears were streaming down my face now. Ms. Devlynn had struck a deep emotional chord in me. She motioned me to her. I walked over. She embraced me tightly. I closed my eyes and stood gently sobbing for maybe a minute. “It’s ok dear. This course will be tough but you’ll make it through. I’ll see to that.” Eventually my tears dried up.  Ms. Devlynn gave me a tissue to clean my face and led me to the door.

When I got home I went over my rules. They were draconian! But I remembered how Ms. Devlynn really seemed to care about my well being and vowed to give it my best shot.

The first week was tough. I did manage to get my minimum two miles in each day and even avoided eating any junk food. I’m pretty sure I was in bed by 10:00 each night too. The 2nd went fairly well too. Oh how I missed ice cream though! It didn’t make my list! The weekend of the 2nd week though I had a minor setback. One of my friends at work invited me out for drinks after work on Friday. I knew that I shouldn’t. Alcohol was definitely NOT on the approved list for the first month! Then I thought, how will the fitbit know that I’ve been drinking? So, I went out. Oh, I was bad that night! I had three mixed drinks and two glasses of wine AND I drove home! In addition I didn’t get to bed until 1:00am! The next day I woke up, hung over and feeling lousy. I vowed to get back on the program, but not that day. I was feeling sad or more like it sorry for myself. So, remembering that I had some ice cream in the fridge that might go bad, I finished that. The third week I was pretty much on the program. I may have had SOME junk food? But mostly I got to bed on time and got my minimum two miles walking in all but for Wednesday night. I was simply too tired to go out for a walk that evening. That Saturday evening I was invited out for a few drinks again! I slipped off the program once more but this time only had three mixed drinks and no wine. I did make it to bed by 11:00 though. Not too much beyond my curfew. And this time I did at least ride there and back with friends.

Finally the fourth weekend arrived and with it my next scheduled session. I was somewhat nervous because I knew that I had cheated a little. But not too much right? If Ms. Devlynn figured it out I was sure that I could explain that it was only a little cheat and that it will never happen again.

On arrival I once again twisted the ringer. Then I waited and waited and waited…... Three minutes passed….. five minutes, six….. I started thinking, “is this the right day?” I’m sure it was. I had the card in my pocket. I took it out.  It showed that I was on time and on the correct day. I reached for the ringer again but just as I touched it the latch forcefully clicked back into position. The abruptness caused my hand to jump back reflexively as if it had been burned! The door opened. I could tell by the expression on Ms. Devlynn’s face that something was TERRIBLY wrong. I spoke, “Hi Ms. Devlynn….” She did NOT say hi back. Instead, “Go upstairs this instant and KNEEL on the floor before MY chair! I’ll be with you shortly. Don’t you dare speak another word!” Oh my god. What had I done? Quickly I climbed the stairs without looking back. I knelt before her chair. About two LONG minutes passed before I heard her climbing the staircase. I could feel my pulse racing. My hands were shaking! I was terrified! I heard her slow methodical steps approaching across the wooden floor in my direction. My eyes were wide open from fright. I closed them. I couldn’t take this! I heard her steps nearing and then the gentle squeak of the springs as she sat back into her chair. I kept my eyes closed. I swear I thought I could hear her breathing! Finally she spoke. “Look at me!” I did. Her lovely eyes now held nothing but menace and anger. I felt like I would melt under her gaze! Immediately tears started pooling and flowing from my eyes. I couldn’t help it. What had I done? “Crying won’t help you! Do you think I’m stupid! Are you wanting to waste my time!?” I couldn’t form any words in reply. I was frozen in terror. “Well, speak up!”
I lost it. I started blubbering like a baby. “I’m sooorrrrrrryyyyy Ms de Devlynn!!!” “For what! You haven’t even heard what I’m mad about yet! Would you like to know?” “YeyeYessss, M..Ma’ammmm?”
“Well, let’s just go over what I have on my clip board for starters and then I have some questions for you in regards to what is missing from the records. You did know that I’d be tracking your progress right?” Actually I had forgotten about that. Then it came back to me!  She had told me that she would be following my progress from the web! OH NO! I replied, “Yes, Ma’am.””Well, I have your records from day one until yesterday. I have made a tally of your delinquencies. All total I have so far counted ten! Three days you did NOT do your two mile walk at all. So having missed six miles that will mean six licks!” It occurred to me, Licks, what does she mean by licks? She noticed the look of surprise on my face. “You don’t know what I’m talking about do you?” Hesitantly I replied, “ I don’t think so Ma’am, I’m sorry!” “I’ll refresh your memory. On page six ,paragraph three of the contract it states: “Failure to adhere strictly to the rules and program as outlined in the syllabus may result in corporal punishment to be administered to the students nude bottom in the form a spanking by the instructors bare hand, a wooden paddle or a caning with a rattan cane. The choice of implement and number of strikes are at the discretion of the course instructor, not to exceed thirty strikes per punishment session for a first offense.”

I was struck dumb. My eyes glazed over in horror! A spanking with a paddle or a caning! I hadn’t been spanked since I was probably about five years old! And then it was just a few slaps on the butt to get my attention. AND it was not to bare skin! What could I do!  I was unable to speak. She continued. “The next offenses are for times that you clearly did not get to bed by 10:00pm. You see the fitbit records your sleep patterns. I can tell whether or not you were in bed on time.” Turning her clip board so that I could see she pointed to two dates highlighted on a calendar. “This Friday you did not get to bed until at least 1:00am! That is three hours late and three licks! This Saturday it seems that you did not get to bed until 11:00pm. That is an additional lick! So that’s ten licks! How many more you receive will be based on how honest you are with me to my next questions.  So to start, tell me about this Friday.” It all came back to me. Oh my god! Do I tell her the truth? I looked into her eyes. I knew she could tell if I was lying. I decided that I had better just be honest. I explained about the night out AND the five drinks. “I appreciate your honesty. For that I will only assess one lick for each offense. Now, did you drive yourself home?” Oh, my god! What do I say? I sighed and replied. “Yes, Ma’am.” “You drove yourself home? Do you realize how screwed you would be if you got a DUI OR if you hurt someone!?” I couldn’t answer that. Of course it would be HORRIBLE! She shook her head in disbelief then spoke quietly but seriously. “That could ruin your life Tabbi. I’m adding ten licks for this offense. Ok, what about this Saturday?” I confessed to the three additional drinks. But at least I did not drive that night. So, all told I was sentenced to Twenty-eight licks! Oh, My GOD! I was petrified!

Sternly she pronounced, “You will go upstairs to the examination room and strip. And I mean take off EVERYTHING! Then stand in the center of the room, hands at your sides facing away from the door! GO NOW!!!!” Her intensity struck me like a bolt of electricity! Jumping up I  replied, “Yes Ma’am!” And wanting to get away from her terrifying presence I practically flew up the stairs!
I knew that I could not get out of this. I had signed the contract. So on autopilot, without thinking what lie in store I stripped before fear could take over and make me run to my car! Then obediently I stood in the center of the room facing from the door. I don’t know how long I stood there but it seemed like HOURS. Finally I heard her ascending the stairs and shortly thereafter the door closed. I was too scared to move! I continued staring ahead, hands to my sides.  She stood behind me for several moments before speaking. “Go stand on the scale please Tabbi.” She spoke authoritatively but without anger. Perhaps she noticed that I was trembling like a terrified animal. Unsteadily I walked to and stepped on the scale. She came beside me. “134! Congratulations Tabbi! You lost three pounds!” I felt my hart skip a beat. Maybe she was going to forgo my punishment? Elated at the return of her encouraging voice I replied, “Yes Ma’am, Thank you Ma’am!” “That’s wonderful Tabbi! Now let’s measure you. Step back off of the scale and stick your arms out to your sides.” I could feel my pulse slowing dramatically. Maybe I wasn’t in trouble any longer? Obediently I stuck my arms out to my sides. I felt the tape measure wrapped around and smoothed back measuring my bottom. “38 inches, Very good Tabbi!” My waist was 25 and a quarter inches. “Very nice Tabbi!” Next she measured my chest. It still remained at 36 inches. But I really didn’t expect much change there anyway. I’ve had a 36inch chest sine I was 18 at least.

“Ok, you have improved. That’s wonderful! But, you could have done better. And some of your behavior over the past month was VERY risky. So, I DO have to administer your punishment now. I’m not mad any longer Tabbi. This punishment is necessary though in order to complete your transformation. You see, most of us avoid change. Change is hard. Change can even hurt sometimes. So, although we may have good intentions, ultimately most will fall back into their old habits because they are familiar and easy and are the path of least resistance. My job is to make it abundantly clear that reverting back to your old slovenly, unhealthy and risky forms of behavior is NOT the path of least resistance. When I am done today you will think twice before EVER deviating from the program again I assure you. Let’s get on with it.  Tabbi, I want you to go to the wall and place your hands shoulder width apart at eye level against it. Go now.” I was terrified, but her calming demeanor made it at least possible for me to move. I obediently walked to the wall. She joined me. “Step your feet back away from the wall about three feet Tabbi.” I couldn’t speak. My hands were shaking. I pressed them harder against the wall. Not wanting to bring out the anger from Ms. Devlynn I slid my feet back further. “Very good, now spread your feet wider than your shoulders…..A little more. Good. Tabbi, this is going to be a very intense paddling. But under NO circumstances are you to allow your hands to come away from the wall. Do you understand me?” I was overdosing on adrenalin now! I felt light headed! I forced the words to come out of my mouth but they were a little breathless. “Yessss, Ma’ammmm!”
She walked from me to a wall FILLED with all manner of whips, paddles and things I have never seen before. None of which looked very pleasant! She selected what looked like a thick wooden yardstick. It was deep reddish brown with a white handle and about three feet long. As she walked back to my side she explained. “This is my cocobolo yard stick paddle. It is very dense and hard and it inflicts a severe sting. But it will not do extensive bruising. Now, listen carefully to what I have to say. You are to remain perfectly still as I administer your punishment.  You are going to receive 28 swatts. Immediately following each you will count out loud: One Ma’am, Two Ma’am and so forth until the last is administered. Do you understand me?” I forced out a reply, “Yes, Ma’am!” Due to my fright level it came out a little forcefully and loud but she didn’t react. “Very well, are you ready dear?” I could feel my eyes tearing up already. “Yes, Ma’am!” I closed my eyes and held my breath………………………………. CRACK!!!!!  OH MY GOD!!!!! I had never felt anything like it before! The sting was HORRIBLE!!!! But I did remember my instructions at least. “ONE MA’AM!!!!“ My knees were shaking. I pressed my hands as hard as I could against the cool surface of the wall. CRACK!!!!! “AHHHAAA!!!! TWO MA’AM!!!!” ……CRACK!!!! “THREE MA’AM!!!!” My voice raised an octave with each terrible lick! …..CRACK!!!!! I howled “OWWWW!!!! FOUR MAAAA’AM!!!”....CRACK!!!! “FIVE MA’AM!!!!!!” ……CRACK!!!!! That was IT!  I screamed, my legs collapsed under me and then I had a mini break down. “I’m sorrrryyyy MA’AM!!!!! Please no MORE???? I’m so SORRYY!!!!” I stayed with my hands against the wall, butt squatted down to my feet, shaking and sobbing like a lost child. I was in a world of never before imagined fiery sting! In a surprisingly sympathetic voice Mistress Devlynn came to my side. “Give me your hand Tabbi.” I looked up into her eyes. I could barely see they were so blurry with tears. Shakily I reached out to her. She took it pulling me to standing. “Come with me.” She led me to a black padded bench. It looked somewhat like a thin black padded picnic table. She guided me up into it and had me place my knees into two padded planks lower but parallel to a long padded center beam. She then had me bend down and place my elbows into two more padded, recessed planks at the front of the bench. “In order to complete your spanking I’m going to secure you in the whipping bench. Otherwise I’m afraid you might move and cause me to accidently hurt you.” With that I felt leather straps pulled tightly and secured around each leg just behind the knee and then each arm at the elbow. I was now lying with my stomach and face pressed against a soft padded bench with my butt protruding from one end totally unable escape my impending punishment! Oh, NO I thought, it’s still not over!!!  “You’re getting rather loud so I’m going to gag you. Open your mouth dear.” Obediently I opened up. A rubber ball on a strap was shoved inside. Ms. Devlynn quickly secured it to the back of my head. I tried pushing on it with my tongue. I could barely budge it. “Tabbi, I’m going to finish your punishment. You’ve been very brave but I was asking too much of you to stand for this many licks. You don’t need to count any longer either. It will be over soon dear.” Terrified of the coming pain I squeezed my hands as tightly as I could, gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. Then………... “CRACK!!!!!......CRACK!!!!!! ……CRACK!!!!!! ……CRACK!!!!!  After the fourth I was squealing and sobbing through my gag and kicking against my restraints but to no avail. The punishment continued. CRACK!!!!!.....CRACK!!!!!......CRACK!!!!........ I seemed to fall into a mild state of shock as the explosive stings continued to rain down on my unprotected and soft bottom!  “CRACK!!!!!......CRACK!!!!! …….CRACK!!!!!! …… Eventually I lost count....... then….. it was over.  I felt like I had been sitting in boiling water! OH it BURNED so BAD!!!! I could feel the skin swelling and tightening!!!! As I regained some of my senses I continued to quietly sob into my gag then opening my blurry eyes I noticed a silvery string of drool stretching from my mouth to the floor. I became aware that my feet were feebly and gently kicking up and down. Then a soothing voice was at my side and a gentle hand was rubbing my shoulder. “It’s over dear. Lie still. I’m going to clean you up.” I felt the strap of the gag being untied. “Open up Tabbi.” Obediently I opened my mouth. The gag was popped out. I was SPENT. A few moments later I felt a soft, wet, cooling, soothing cloth press against my abused scalded bottom. Ms Devlynn then proceeded to massage my bottom with the moist towel. The soft cloth slid around and between my cheeks gently rubbing and cleaning me thoroughly. Oh I LOVED this! My sobbing transitioned to soft easy breathing as I lay there relishing the soft swirling and rubbing sensation on my bottom and most private parts. I no longer cared about modestly. I was in such a dazed but blissful state that nothing else mattered. When finished Ms. Devlynn unstrapped me then helped me up. She asked if I was ok to get dressed. I was still unsteady, my face soaked by tears. She took me into her arms. I collapsed exhaustedly into them and softly cried some more. She held onto me until I had regained enough composure to stand on my own. Then releasing me she told me to dress and meet her downstairs. When I made it to the second floor Ms. Devlynn explained that with all of her students the second month’s progress was dramatically better than the first month. We talked for a little while longer. She added some more exercises to my routine and then led me to the door. There she gave me a warm parting hug and wished me well until next time.

That was over a year ago. Ms. Devlynn’s tough love and the shock of that SEVERE spanking lit a fire in me. Literally! I was from then on able to stay diligently with the program. Within two months I reached my target weight of 125 pounds. My hips slimmed back down to an eye turning 36 inches. I am much more confident; I finally stood up to my creepy team leader and demanded that he give me credit for my ideas. At first I thought it might get me into trouble with my company but instead I received a ten percent raise! I still haven’t found that perfect boy friend but does one really exist? At least I don’t let them walk over me any longer. I do still go back to Ms. Devlynn about every other month though. I LOVE how she keeps me in line! But now they’re just over the knee “booster” spankings. She’s never had to give me another like the first!

Thank you Ms. Devlynn!!

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Why do some people like pain? Why do people like BDSM?

Some people have an experience in their formative years that seems to imprint a need for BDSM.
Sexual energy is a powerful drug.  We know when we get aroused all the lovely chemicals in the brain associated with pleasure start to release.  There are a few other chemicals in there as well...

Chemicals that help to create bonding between people.
Chemicals that suppress the sensations of pain.
Chemicals that are very addictive.

They've recently discovered that power exchange also can create its very own chemical reactions in the brain- many are the same as those we get when we use drugs.  Dopamines, Endorphins,and the like... a very strong brew in their own right, even without the sexual element.
Some people remember the first occasion of these feelings as far back as 6 years old or even younger.
BDSM is not always fulfilled by simply sexual chemicals, because in a lot of the people who have this experience, the first BDSM experience was PRE-sexual.
So even though it can get laced together with sexuality, just as sexuality can get laced together with drug use or other highs, sexuality does not capture the full origin nor the scope of the feeling or the associated brain chemicals.  This is why we repeatedly say in BDSM "it's not necessarily sexual" and people tend to get very confused.
As an example, which is very common, a young male, regardless of his age or his sexual maturity,
  (most told story ever)
A boy hangs out with some girls (or boys, as this experience can be a PRE sexual one, therefore homosexuality isn't even a factor here)  in the woods, playing cowboys and indians, He gets tied up. He may be tortured, all in the spirit of play,.. This is just a normal children's game, (like wrestling or roughhousing, which also release their own lovely drugs in the young male, and some females.)
He will experience FEAR- this will have its own lovely endorphin experience for him.
He will surge with Adrenaline, (For anyone who has ever had the experience of being shot up with pure adrenaline, used in the case of severe allergic reactions, adrenaline at its purest or strongest is very similar to cocaine.)
He will also go through the drug surge in the brain from the power exchange itself.
This may be the first time that he has felt this way.  This may be the first time his little brain is overloaded with this particular drug cocktail.
Some people are already wired to have an affinity for this cocktail, just as an alcoholic's brain was often wired for the alcohol buzz.  On the flip side, some people may be completely impervious to the effects, and have no taste for it... just as with alcohol.
Some also have sexual feelings about what is happening, so it's also delivered with that sexual chemical release- so for many people they experienced the above surge, along with some of their first sexual experience.
This is a very potent drug - experienced at a very formative time.
And the brain felt the drugs, and the brain said, "this feels good. I want more of this."
They may continue to seek it out. The more they seek it out, the more their brain likes it,
Eventually they may come to feel they need this surge in their life.
Of course these are naturally occurring chemicals, similar to sex, similar to a "runner's high", not drugs.  As long as we are not causing harm to anyone in our indulgence, we should see this as a gift given to us by our unique chemistry.
There is no real reason why BDSM cannot be as healthy a thing to indulge in as a run, or a fine piece of music.  Anytime we find our brain releasing these feel good chemicals on its own, with natural impetus instead of drug use, it can be a positive experience.

A side note, though,
I think that its possible when children are exposed to that power exchange with fear, and the sexual element as well, and this happens on a regular basis, this can alter our brain chemistry for life, and  people can be severely addicted.
SHAME is a big tipping point between addictive and healthy behaviors. These may be the people we see in the BDSM scene who are survivors of regular or ritualistic sexual abuse - brains and bodies trained and wired for the power exchange, the sexual element, the fear, and they now need it very much. The unhealthy part is similar to any other addiction-  when they seek it out at all cost, their need for their particular drug outweighing their need for safety, sanity, self respect, and other highly important things.
Once you pile SHAME on there, (which increases with their indulging at the cost of health) you have the recipe for some very unhealthy behaviors, all focused around getting something they actually desperately need because of their upbringing.

It's not wrong to need BDSM.  It's best to indulge with everything else in balance.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Privacy and Discretion

PRIVACY and DISCRETION  is a two way street.
I am the keeper of secrets.  I am the one everyone trusts to tell their fantasies.  I am the one who does not judge, and has a deeper understanding of what makes men tick.  My life is fascinating, I have a dungeon, a fetish wardrobe to die for, a stable of slaves and I get to be pretty open about what a pervert I am.  I am so strange! And I don't care what anyone thinks!
However, apparently I need to tell people how discretion works.
I am a real person.
I go to the movies. I go to restaurants, I go to coffee shops.  I have vanilla friends.  There are children in My extended family who only know My vanilla work life.  I have (GASP!) a vanilla work life.
If you see Me at a movie, even if you catch Me by Myself, it is not appropriate to say, "Miss Devlynn!" or "Mistress Devlynn" any more than it would be appropriate for Me to call you out in front of your family or coworkers.  I have the right to My private vanilla time.  I do not enjoy or get off in any way on being recognized.  I am not in this for ego boost or stardom of some kind, and in fact I am a very private, reserved person.

We follow these rules in the BDSM community not only for ourselves, but out of respect to the vanilla people around us.
Only those slaves who have been trained to the appropriate behavior should approach Me in public. There are only a few of these slaves and chances are you are not one of them.
Another point about discretion.
I don't share the details of any of My training with anyone without their express permission.
I would expect the same courtesy.  If anyone who serves Me seems to have a problem keeping private what I deem private, that person will swiftly be exiled.


Sunday, December 7, 2014

The fast track to Slavery

Hi, I'm a real person.
Your need to become My slave is palpable to you, and you have had that need even before I arrived before you.  I can understand.
However having a sane, sustainable interest in Femdom lifestyle, there is no fast track to slavery with Me.  I have learned the hard way about going full force into any relationship without considerable thought and considerable time.  It takes time to get to know you. It takes time to see if we click together.  

It takes time for Me to see if you will be a good thing in My life or a hassle.
This may seem so crazy to those on the outside of the equation. Why wouldn't I just take on any slave? They are slaves, right? They do what I tell them to... so it should work out. Unfortunately, that's lovely fantasy that I wish was true.  My slaves take a great deal of energy from Me.  In the beginning there is training and the establishment of boundaries.  Later, there is constant commitment, continued training, and a place in My life, which means, a chunk of My time, a chunk of My brain, a small piece of My heart.  
You have to be worth it.  I also think it may take a slave time to really see what I am worth to them. My "slaves" who recently met Me may fixate on My beauty, My dungeon, and My natural dominant ability.  My slaves who have been with Me for years have a much more colorful and complex appreciation for Me. 

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Censorship: It Didn't work then and It won't work now.

Great Britain has always had its fair share of perverts.  In fact, over a decade ago I had a quick stint as a phone sex operator to a line that advertised only to British fellows.  I talked to them about their country as well as their cocks, and they told Me the British stereotype of the American woman is actually one of prudish, wait-till-marriage holiness.  They loved My accent.
The UK has recently passed a new law governing the production of porn outlawing certain BDSM acts we all adore, along with some random things that apparently offend them, among the most hilarious, female ejaculation.  This affects some of the brightest and most fabulous women I know, who work extremely hard creating fetish content for the masses who want it.  People like the imaginative and inspiring Mistress Miranda.  This stuff is ART to Me and to some of the people who create it and peruse it as well.
So to commend Great Britain in its inability to remove the large stick from its ass, (or possibly to just move it around a little and make it more comfortable) I would love to call everyone's attention to Britain's LONG HISTORY in the production of fetish content and their LONG HISTORY of trying and failing to stifle such publications.
The Pearl was a tiny little hand published magazine distributed in London in the late 1800s to spanking aficionados, femdom fans, and other perverts.  The tales within are of Naughty nuns, schoolgirls who get excited being spanked, and voyeurism, along with a great deal of bawdy humor:


Mrs. Johnson, going into the cellar one day, caught her husband fucking the
servant girl. A short time after, finding that Kate was packing her boxes to leave, she
enquired the reason.
Kate.- "I couldn't think of stopping mum, after what you saw in the cellar."
Mrs. J.- "Go along girl, do you think I mind? Perhaps with what you do in the
cellar, and I do upstairs, we may keep the old whoremonger at home between us."

-the pearl, no 8.

While I look at this publication as gorgeous taste of life in that era, and a chronicle of imaginative fantasies, it was seen as terribly obscene and was outlawed.  In Australia in 2011, a man was convicted for possessing the book, as it was seen as "child exploitation material" with the coming of age stories.  Of course, this book is text on a page, ideas from a perverted brain, and no one was harmed in its making.  Perhaps of course, the consuming of this perverted material led to exploitation?  I think not.

Would you like to read more of this illegal text?  Here it is in its entirety. 


Sunday, November 30, 2014

Subversive Femininity

Throughout its history, red lipstick has been given a great deal of thought.

  • In ancient Rome, women painted their lips with vermilion, and it was banned.
  • In Elizabethan times the women wore tinted red alabaster, and an edict prohibiting its use was published... women caught wearing red lipstick "shall be punished with the penalties of witchcraft"
  • The Nazi party banned all lipstick in 1933 to uphold their ideal of the pure Germanic mother figure.
  • In 1770 British Parliament passed a law that if a woman wore cosmetics before her wedding that marriage could be annulled. 
  • Again, in 1915, in Kansas a law was passed that a woman wearing cosmetics of any kind was a misdemeanor.
  • Medieval Europeans however believed that red lipstick and other cosmetics had the power to ward off death. 
  • Queen Elizabeth II had her own red shade mixed up to her specifications for her coronation.
  • In 1930s America red lipstick and female vanity was seen as a vital contribution to the war effort... although this was a big cosmetics advertising push at work.
  • In New York when suffragettes marched for the right to vote in 1912, they all wore red lipstick as a symbol of feminine power and solidarity.  

Of course later in the 1970s, we would learn that lipstick was a tool of patriarchal oppression... a very interesting conclusion given its true history don't you think?

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

New Toys!

This week continuing My work on My mad scientist reprogramming machine!  I've got some terrible new things to add.  A gorgeous new collection of cupping devices, which fit interchangeably with all My other devices.  I have used fire cups in the past and enjoyed those, so I wanted a more electronic (Mistress LOVES HER remote controls!) and easy to manipulate way to give some of the same sensations.
Some photos of the action:


Sunday, November 16, 2014

My Mistress, a Poem

My Mistress (Beauty of Love)

OH, there goes my mistress
Soft and delight She is
Pouring the beauty all around
When I think of her
makes me lost for hours
just in realizing, from where shall i start.
Those sparkling eyes or those gloomy cheeks
Lips which makes me breathless or the voice that gives me peace
The charm of that hug or the warmth of those hands.
Dark those long hairs or the smell coming out of them.
and when I regain my concious, with a smile on my face
I realize the beauty He has created is unbearable
For a mortal like me
May be this was the only way to fix me
Those dark days gone just like a flash
Her single sight makes my day all bright.

I feel like She is the sun of my life
whose light is so important for me
May be this is just a fantasy land
or the reality I couldn't accept yet.
I don't know or may be I don't really want to.
all just i feel is happiness all around

Thursday, November 13, 2014

A throwback thursday and some THANKS!

I have been very busy, both with vanilla life and fetish life this year, and I am very grateful and blessed. I now have pretty much everything a gal like Me could want: A stable of sweet, caring and fun lifestyle slaves, An insanely well equipped and gorgeous Victorian style dungeon, A bunch of fun and respectful submissives to play with when My heart desires or their needs call them to Me again, The most talented and prolific artists in town to create beautiful fetish photographs with, Several closets full of the finest and most intoxicating fetish wear, I could go on ad nauseam but to the point!
Thank you to everyone who took part in all this, and all of you who appreciate Me for the kinky perverted flamboyant sexual predator I am.
Thank you to the submissives who are enthusiastic and fun to play with.
I am very busy, with not only BDSM or Femdom in My life, and will be limiting the amount of new (untrained) submissives or slaves I will see each month.
Those of you who have served Me in the past four years will always go to the front of any line.  I will be allowing you to see Me this year for My birthday to pay your respects, as I have in the past, regardless of how long it has been since the last time you've seen Me. When you request appointments, I will do My best to make time for you.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Some of My tastes, Some of My limits- bit of a rant.

I do not wrestle in sessions.  I am a beast, and I enjoy being a predator, manhandling, dragging a man around by his hair, etc, like any other cavewoman.  There has always been something about wrestling a man on the floor that does not suit Me, or My dominance style. To each their own.
I do trample.  I do use My weight and My muscles.  You are NOT invited to use yours, unless it is in service to Me. THAT is what I like.
I wear what I like.  I will honor a submissive's tastes and fetishes... because guess why?  If you wear 6 inch boots around a boot fetishist... you will watch him submit immediately.. and THAT IS FUN. Why would I not choose to make submission more swift ? Walking in a room in a full latex outfit makes things pretty swift.  Men are visual creatures, and can easily be controlled, manipulated and played with via their eyes... or even the restriction of their eyes.
I have been asked by a couple submissives to wear track pants. This I simply will not do. :P
I don't have to wear fetish wear to be dominant. However, when I wear fetish wear it can put Me into the right mood.

I like fetish wear.
I like what fetish wear does to other people when I wear it.

Yes I could wear whatever I like, AND SO I WILL.
I like to honor the ritual and perform it as I see fit.  Don't bring your boring, lackluster suburban sex life preferences into My life, thank you.
A priest wears robes, a nurse wears scrubs, and I wear stockings, heels and rubber.

Basically there are things in fetish that I see as degrading or distasteful and there are things I do not. I will not judge another but these are My tastes.

Friday, October 31, 2014

The Magic Boots

My name is Tom. At one time I was just an ordinary guy living an ordinary life with one notable exception; I have a pair of magical boots! Or is it they have me? Regardless of which is true, it is because of these boots that I am no longer just an ordinary guy for I am now the possession of an extraordinary woman! 

To begin my story: I’m not sure if I’d call myself  good, but I don’t think I’m  bad either. I’m kind of a golden rule type.  I do have one attribute, however, that some might call “weird”. I have an absolute obsession for women’s boots. I particularly love Women’s English riding boots! I love everything about them; their shinny blackness, their simple unadorned elegance, their feel: cool, and smooth against my skin, their soft leather scent, their faintly bitter taste. But, what I think attracts me to them the most is their symbolism:  They represent the Goddess of the hunt, a woman of uncompromising power, a woman of athletic prowess but who is not only physically strong but shrewd, cunning, potentially dangerous and hypnotically BEAUTIFUL! It was a few years ago that I was ensnared by the boots that would change my life forever.   I was browsing a small antique shop when the proprietor, a small, white haired, ancient woman approached, “I KNOW why you are here.” “You do Ma’am?” Without further word, she grabbed my wrist in her boney, cool, dry hand. I was surprised and a little frightened by her powerful grip for she appeared to be nearly 90 and very frail. But I was unable to resist being dragged to a dark corner in the rear of the dusty shop.  There illuminated by an antique shaded lamp setting majestically on a small wooden table side by side in mesmerizing, flawless, gleaming blackness  was the most exquisite pair of knee high slide on riding boots I had ever seen!  “You are here for these, young man. But, before you accept them, and you WILL, I must caution you; these boots are magical! So you must consider very carefully who you give them to for they will transform her into the woman of your dreams!” Of course I was a somewhat skeptical and also a little frightened. But I had to ask, “Well, how much do you want for them Ma’am?” She replied, “What makes them special cannot be reproduced by human kind so it is not possible to assign them a monetary value. And besides, what would an old woman like me do with even a million dollars? I have all that I NEED. Pick up each and kiss it and they will be yours forever. Then I will have what I WANT”. 

Of course I accepted them and the terms. It was not possible for me to resist. Since that moment they have been my favorite possession. I keep them in a glass case in my living room. But, my ultimate desire is to finally place them on the feet of a lovely and powerful woman.  Soon my wish would come true!  A few days ago while taking out the trash, I stepped wrong on the front porch step stumbling and falling down the concrete steps bumping my left elbow causing an enormous swelling and oozing cut and severely bruising my right hip. I am rather clumsy at times. It didn’t seem to hurt too much. I was more pissed at myself than anything. But, I could not stop the bleeding and the swelling in my elbow looked pretty bad. So after bandaging the cut, I drove to the emergency room. It was here that I would meet the woman who would soon become my world!

When I arrived I entered through the wide automatic sliding doors to the emergency room reception area, went through the lengthy registration process and had a seat. It seemed that I was there for hours when a lovely questioning voice called out, “Tom!” I looked up and my breath was taken away!  Standing in the open door was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen!  She had silky, champagne blond, shoulder length hair, soft pink lips on a porcelain doll complexion. She was somewhat tall for a woman, maybe five eleven making her about two inches taller than me. But she had a slim, graceful yet powerful build which was totally evident due to her tight form fitting nurse’s uniform. I could tell that she either was some kind of athlete, or judging by her lean musculature possibly played soccer or volley ball in college. I stood, half way raising my hand.  Her gaze instantly adjusted position, locking and focusing directly on me like a bird of prey spotting a small rodent scurrying in the leaf litter of the forest floor.  She had intelligent, inquisitive, penetrating eyes. I felt like she could see right through me and could see not only my nakedness but read my thoughts as well. I was speechless. Seeing that I was incapacitated, she pointed directly at me, turned her palm upright and motioned me to her with her index finger while saying, “Come with me please.” I was reminded of being summoned into the hallway by the assistant principal for some misdeed back when I was kid in school. I followed. We proceeded down a long hallway with ten foot wide adjoining rooms or cells on either side. Each had a white curtain drawn across the opening until the fifth room down on the left. She turned, “In here please.” then in a friendly but all business tone said, “Strip and put on the folded gown on the bed. You can leave your underwear on. You may put your clothes on the chair in the corner. Then hop up on the bed, I’ll be right back.” I followed my beautiful nurse’s directions. After sitting for a few minutes the curtain was drawn back again and she re-entered closing the curtain behind her. Immediately she got to work, “So, why are you here today?” I told her of the accident. While I spoke she gently removed my bandage examining my wounded elbow and cleaning it. “Well, you’ll likely need a couple of stitches. Do you have any other injuries?” In a shy voice, “Well, I bruised my right hip pretty well Ma’am.” “Don’t call me Ma’am, call me Nurse Monique please.” “Yes, sorry Nurse Monique.” “Slide off the bed please.” I did as directed. “Let me see the bruise.” Slowly I reached back, carefully parting the back of my gown and reaching down pulled the elastic waist band of my fruit of the looms open so that she could look down and see the bruise. In a patient but professionally insistent tone Nurse Monique said, “I’m a nurse Tom. There is nothing that you have that I haven’t seen. Now turn and face the bed please and place your hands on the bed and RELAX. I don’t bite.” To my surprise, she added in a slightly mischievous tone, “Well, not unless you deserve it.” “Yes Nurse Monique.” I placed my hands on the bed. I felt the drawstring being undone and then the gown was pulled open exposing the whole of my back side. Next I felt fingers at the top of my underwear and then they were pulled down exposing my entire behind.
I tensed out of nervousness. I felt fingers pressing against my right hip. Apparently my muscles were too tight for in her professional voice she said, “Put all of your weight on your left leg and relax the right side of your bottom”. She emphasized her request with a gentle slap to my injured cheek. Oh no! That was all it took! I could feel “it” instantly waking up! She deeply prodded and kneaded my injured right cheek with her thumbs and fingers. Oooh was it tender! I let out a little moan. She responded. “Oh, does that hurt?” “A little Nurse Monique.” “Sorry, I’ll try to be as gentle as possible.” She continued to press into the injured muscle. “Well, I don’t think anything is broken and it doesn’t seem to be swelling any longer. Of course the Doctor will look at you shortly”. She pulled my underwear back up and said, “Hop back up on the bed”. I was afraid to move. I now had a full erection! What could I do? I stood there frozen and feeling humiliated. “Would you like some help?” In my agitated state I blurted out, “NO Nurse Monique!” Swallowing, I turned around and carefully slid back up on the bed hoping she would not notice. Of course she did though. Instantly her eyes dropped down to the raised area in my gown. I could see her eyes widen. “Well, I see you’re feeling better now. I don’t think you’re seriously injured after all.” I sat there with eyes cast down wanting to disappear. She came to my rescue, “Don’t be embarrassed, I seem to have that effect on a lot of men and possibly women too but” she added with a wink, “it’s not so readily apparent with them.  I’ll be back later when the doctor has finished with you”. She turned and pulled aside the curtain and left closing it behind.

The Doctor came and went. I didn’t even notice him put in the two stitches.  I listened as well as I could but I was in a sort of “shock” condition now from what had just happened.  Nurse Monique seemed PERFECT! I knew she was the woman I wanted to pair with my magic boots! But how?  I was brought back from my wistful daydreaming by the doctor’s comment, “My nurse will be back in a few minutes to bandage you and you also will need a tetanus shot and an antibiotic shot.” 

Shortly after the doctor left my lovely care taker returned. Closing the curtain she came to me, “Give me your left arm.” I extended it and she immediately proceeded to gently bandage my elbow. “Well, I see that you will need a couple of injections”. She had a rolling cart. She prepared the first syringe and then reached over, lifted my sleeve and with a cotton ball applied alcohol. She then quickly retrieved the first syringe and jabbed it into my right deltoid. I felt a little sting, but nothing terrible. Next she said, “For the next one I want you to roll over on your stomach. These antibiotic shots tend to hurt more and there is more fatty tissue around your bottom so that will lessen the pain. I felt my heart flutter and my penis begin to wake again. Quickly I rolled over before she could notice. I felt coolness as the hospital gown was opened. I then felt her fingers reach under the elastic and pull down my underwear. I smelled alcohol and then felt the cool sensation of the dampened cotton ball being rubbed in small circles disinfecting a patch of skin. She suggested, “grit your teeth, this one will sting a little.” I felt the stab which was not too bad, but then ooohhhh!!!! The injection BURNED!  A little“unhh!!”  escaped my lips.  “Burns a little, I know, sorry, the sting won’t last long dear”.  I felt her apply a small band aid immediately after removing the needle but then to my shock and pleasure she gently slapped my cheek, commenting, you keep yourself in pretty good shape. You’re a runner aren’t you?” “Well, yes Nurse Monique.” She added slyly, “I thought so.” She pulled up my underwear and said,” you can sit up now”. I knew it was now or never. I quickly sat up right then asked, “Nurse Monique, I’m an amateur photographer and you are an absolutely beautiful woman, do you think I could do a short photo shoot of you wearing some lovely riding boots I have at my place? I will pay you for your time?” 

Her eyes locked onto mine with her penetrating gaze for a LONG moment. But then much to my immense joy replied, “Ok, I’ll leave you my phone number, call me tomorrow morning at 9:00am and we will discuss this further.”

Oh, I was practically dizzy on the ride home. I couldn’t believe this! Once I arrived I immediately went to my living room and took out my boots. They felt unnaturally warm to the touch. It was almost as if they could sense that their time had come! I was excited but at the same time starting to feel just a twinge of fear. What was I about to do?  Is there such a thing as magic? I could sense a faint vibration in the boots now, or at least I thought I could. Was it my imagination? That night I had trouble sleeping. The next day the minutes seemed to tick by like hours then it was 8:59am! I counted the seconds………..9:00! My hands were shaking; I entered the number and pressed the call button on my phone. I heard it ringing. On the fourth ring it was picked up. Through the little speaker I heard the lovely and unmistakable voice of Nurse Monique. “Hello.” 

We spoke for maybe ten minutes. During the conversation I asked if she had a pair of tight fitting khaki slacks and a long sleeved white button down shirt. She did! Oh, that would go PERFECT with the boots!  We agreed to meet me at my place at noon that very day!  We hung up.  I was so happy! And yes more than a little scared now. My stomach was a little jittery so I had a bowl of oatmeal and an apple. That helped. 

The hour came! At 12:06 the door bell rang. I walked slowly to the door and opened it and there she was! I invited her into the living room and to have seat on the couch. I asked, “Would you like anything to drink?” She replied, “Yes, I would like some orange juice please if you have any.” I went to the kitchen, poured her a glass and brought it to her. She commented, “You have a nice place.” “Thank you Monique.”  She continued, “Well, I actually do have some things to do later on today so let’s see those boots!” They were setting beside my chair; I picked them up into my lap. While focusing on them with her expressive eyes she used her feet to slip off her black medium healed dress shoes. she said, “Oh, I LIKE those. My mouth had gone dry. I was unable to speak. I stood and walked over instinctually dropping to my knees before her placing the boots in front of me. She responded by lifting her left foot saying, “Well, put them on.” Gently I cupped her soft, surprisingly dainty, black hose clad foot in my hand. My heart was pounding! I couldn’t believe this was happening! Her foot was soft and warm, while supporting it in my right hand I placed the leg opening of the boot over her lovely foot and gently slid the boot forward. At first I thought the foot portion of the boot was too large, but I swear it seemed to diminish is size as the boot slid forward! I told myself, “You’re only imagining that.” But, a little nagging voice told me that it was not my imagination! I was starting to feel a little scared now! When the boot was completely snugged into position I looked up into Monique’s eyes. They were transfixed on the boot. But, her EYES, they were an impossible crystalline blue like shallow Caribbean Sea water sparkling under a tropical sun. I could have sworn they had been hazel before. I told myself, “You must be mistaken.” And her pupils were like luminescent spheres of black onyx!  Her deliciously full lips were slightly parted and it seemed like she had stopped breathing. At that moment her lips tightened just a little and her fully open eye lids closed just a bit. Her eyes were still that mysterious topaz blue but now it appeared that her consciousness had just returned from a slight day dream. The haunting eyes scanned upward locking onto mine. Her piercing gaze seemed to make my eyes water, blurring my vision. I blinked a few times to clear them. When my focus returned it seemed that her eyes had again undergone a transformation. For once I had my full visual clarity I noticed that her eyes WERE hazel! They were still enchantingly beautiful but the ethereal sparkling blue was gone!  I couldn’t have imagined this! I was petrified, what had I done?  But then she spoke in a new, warm and very seductive tone which instantly doused the flames of fear. “Well, what are you waiting on, give me the other boot.” Without a thought I replied, “Yes, Ma’am.” She made no comment and her gaze didn’t flinch. It was as if she had expected this response. I could feel a slight tingly sensation like static electricity on the hairs of my arms and back of my neck! I kept telling myself, “This is impossible!” But, I knew it wasn’t. Something magical WAS occurring. The lovely voice refocused my attention to the task at hand, “Any time now.” Without further hesitation I picked up the other boot. Her right foot immediately rose to greet me. I gently cupped the warm, soft foot in my left hand and after guiding it inside the leg opening, slid this boot into place. At the last instant it seemed that this boot too sucked and shrunk into position as if by a slight vacuum. This was unnerving to me and my fear started to build again. She took no notice at all of anything bizarre. I kneeled back on my haunches and looked up into the Monique’s eyes. She responded, “Well, aren’t you going to get your camera out?” Immediately I hopped up and went to the dining room table where I had set my camera equipment. Quickly returning I was once again overwhelmed by her new and powerful presence. I focused the camera. Oh, the BOOTS! They were so INCREDIBLE when paired with this magnificent woman! I snapped off a few shots from various angles and positions.  After maybe a dozen or so shots it seemed that her transformation into a new and powerful Goddess completed, for abruptly she stood, legs spread shoulder width apart, hands on hips, back arrow straight, eyes focused  on ME! I continued taking shots. I didn’t know what else to do. Then she spoke this time leaving no doubt what so ever that these boots were INDEED magical! “BOY, I’ve noticed that MY new boots are rather dusty. When was the last time you polished them?” Taken aback by her new demeanor I stuttered a reply, Uhm, well, uhm, I believe it was maybe about a week ago?” “You believe! You’re not sure! That is not good enough! I see that I need to put you in your place! This instant, I want you to go to your room and strip off all of your clothes and then return to me with a polishing cloth!” Momentarily stunned I just stared, eyes wide open. “GO! “ Instantly I turned to leave when “STOP, return and stand before me!” I did as commanded. “You will reply Yes Mistress Monique from now on to ALL of my directives! Is that understood?” “Yes Mistress Monique!” “Very good, now you’re dismissed!” “Yes Mistress Monique!” Quickly turning I hurried down the hall way to my bedroom, closed the door and stripped. I was definitely frightened but also a little aroused by the thoughts of what may lie in store.  I grabbed my polishing cloth from my dresser and headed back out to the living room. When I arrived I found Mistress Monique sitting once again. She locked me in with her predatory gaze, “Come kneel before your Goddess!” “Yes Mistress Monique.” I took three more steps and dropped to my knees. “You may begin polishing and you had BETTER do a good job!” I slid closer, picked up one of the exquisite boots placing it on my closed thighs. I immediately started rubbing my cloth back and forth across the toe working up the beautiful leg. I thought I could feel an almost electrical current flowing from the boots into my hands and arms. I was overcome by an irresistible urge to touch them, to rub them, fondle them, taste them, breath in their scent.  I started rubbing harder and faster. The leather was absolutely perfect! Mistress Monique started becoming impatient, “What are you doing? Haven’t you ever polished a fine pair of boots before? You DON’T want me to have to demonstrate!” Startled and frightened by my reprimand I slowed trying to think what I had been doing wrong. I grabbed an end of the cloth in either hand and started buffing a lovely black toe. I sawed back and forth faster and faster! Suddenly I couldn’t take my eyes from task before me! I was obsessed! My buffing became even faster and harder! I was starting to feel faint but still could not stop! Abruptly Mistress Monique came to my rescue snapping me out of the spell that had come over me. “STOP!!!! Enough of this! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!  Stand up!“ Uneasily and shakily I stood. I was unable or speak.  “Give me that cloth!”  She snatched the cloth from my hand, crumpled it into a ball and threw it across the room. “You won’t need that any longer! You HAVE the perfect tool for polishing them! But first, lay across my lap now!  And I want your bruised hip on the outside! I bet a few hard swats will get you under control and make you pay attention to detail!” Obediently I lay across her lovely, muscular, khaki clad thighs and as directed my right cheek was on the outside. She reached down wrapping my waist in the powerful grip of her left arm. I closed my eyes…….”SMACK…..SMACK……..SMACK……SMACK……SMACK…….SMACK…..SMACK……SMACK!!!!!

Every one of the terrible smacks landed squarely on my injured cheek! Oh I HURT!!!!  She ordered, “Stand up!”  I pushed up and stood before her. I couldn’t stop my knees from shaking.” Look at me!”  I tried to focus but my vision was totally obscured by tears. “Are you ready to do a proper polishing job now?” “Yes, Mistress Monique!” “Very good, now kneel before me.” “Yes Mistress.”  The next order, however, would leave me in such a dazed and happy state that I all but forgot about my aching, stinging behind. “Since you don’t seem capable of caring for my boots properly with a cloth I’m going to have you use your tongue. Start with my left foot boy!” She raised it to me. Trying to hide my absolute joy for fear of her changing her mind, this was NO punishment for me after all; I carefully reached out with both hands and lovingly cradled the foot of the incredible boot then brought my mouth down to its surface. I inhaled the intoxicating leather scent. I touched the tip of my tongue to its perfect toe. It was smooth and warm from the precious foot inside. I then fulfilled my lifelong dream of worshiping the boots of a Goddess! Slowly, methodically, tenderly I proceeded to make love to the magical boot with my tongue being sure not to neglect a single millimeter of its divine exterior. After thoroughly tongue washing every inch of silky smooth, delicious leather I turned my attention to the bottom. I found it to be a little gritty but not filthy. I had to raise the precious foot a couple of feet off the floor but while in kneeling position it was easy to access the entire surface. When finished with the bottom I carefully placed it back on the floor. I was so dazed with happiness that without thinking I kept my cheek pressed to the outside instep as I lowered the boot. I could have fallen asleep I was so content. At that moment I felt fingers beneath my chin and my face was tilted upward. Opening my eyes I found that I was peering directly into Mistress Monique’s incredible eyes. I was a little scared at first. But she had a warm smile now. She was pleased with me! “That’s a good boy. You are doing a superb job”.  She added in her divinely seductive voice, “If you do such fantastic service to my right boot I may have some more work for that tongue of yours my new slave.”  It took a moment, but then it dawned on me what had just been said. Without warning emotion overwhelmed me; tears flooded my eyes to overflowing and streamed down my cheeks. I was now the slave of a Goddess!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

I have had the honor of serving Mistress Devlynn Desade for over a year now. Early in my training She told me that i would serve Her as Her sissy maid. It was then that i became maid mary ann. It was probably the best thing that ever happened to me as a submissive. It was then that i could truly give mysely over to Mistress Devlynn.
   Mistress began dressing me as a maid for our sessions and having me do chores around the dungeon. If i did well there wound be play time. Obviously i always did my best to do well...
   Mistress guided me as a sissy maid. She first had me serve Her alone. Then She had me serve Her and Princess Arielle by giving them pedicures. Then She had me serve as her maid at Her parties for many beautiful Dominant Godesses. Being surrounded by Mistress and so many Hot Dominant Women and serving them was intoxicating to say the least!
   Mistress Devlynn then told me that i would be going out with Her. Dressed as a sissy maid. I was terrified but i trusted Mistress that i would be safe so i went to a club with Mistress Devlynn and her friends. It was not the last time Mistress would have me serve Her in public dressed as a sissy and i hope there will be more.
   Mistress Devlynn has always respected my privacy (when She takes me out she does such a great job with my makeup that nobody could ever recognize me) While helping me to be a better sub and helping me to expand my abilities. Mistress Devlynn has also taught me that by truly giving all control over to a wise, beautiful, dominant, woman. I can bask in Her glory and at the same time realize my strengths.
   That is why i have been happy and proud to serve Mistress Devlynn and hope to be able to do so in the future.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Regarding booking...

Next available appointment dates will be the week of November 8th.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Travel News, New Photo Sets and Other Updates

I will be traveling to see My other devoted slaves in Mid-October, and I will be away for awhile. I will only be seeing a limited number of subjects before I leave, and those who have been serving Me longest go to the front of the list as always.  Like any diva, I reserve the right to make exceptions as I choose or if someone has a particularly tasty roleplay idea!

I will be at Tantalus this weekend relaxing in Full GODDESS mode with My slaves before I leave.

I've also put up a new photoset for those of you who are hopelessly addicted or devoted, enjoying a blunt in one of My favorite girdles. If you have served Me there may be a chance you recognize and remember this lovely girdle! Enjoy!

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The Passion of Olga

"Hedonism unleashed. Extravagant debauchery as high art. 

Although not by any means your traditional fairy tale, Ellen von Unwerth's "The Passion of Olga" is a fairy tale nonetheless. The photographic narrative traces the journey of a young widow, Olga Rodionova, who after the death of her wealthy, elderly husband, is overtaken by an insatiable lust. She searches for love only to find it in the arms of an unlikely source, far from the riches and extravagance where she believed it resided it her youth. It is Olga's quest that reverses the traditional fairy tale, she is a heroine who is not afraid of her desire and it is from her search for sensuality that she finds the ubiquitous, love story, happy ending. A glorious chateau as its setting, replete with all the trappings of wealth and glamour, "The Passion of Olga" presents us with sumptuous images that bring to life the enviable luxury of both fairy tales and modern desire."