Monday, December 19, 2016

Learning your ABCS- BOUNDARIES

Hello, Everyone it's My birthday today, so what better time to talk about one of the most important things we enjoy in BDSM, BOUNDARIES.
Beyond the world of BDSM we have a lot going on.  Family life, Career aspirations, friends who don't want or need to know what excites us in the bedroom.
Boundaries are important and open discussion helps to keep the right boundaries in place.
All My clients, slaves and submissives benefit from My unwavering stance on boundaries.  I only keep clients, slaves, subs who also respect My boundaries.
These can be physical boundaries, like no marks, no needles, no photos.
These can also be about discretion.
A friend of Mine was outed by the first professional Domina he saw in Ohio. The Domina, who overall I haven't seen too much negative press about, was drunk at a local bar and detailed both Her activities with him and his identity, to men who knew him in the town.  Rumors so juicy are bound to spread, and he even has heard his story now repeated years later as an admonition against such terrible lack of discretion.
Well, now that he has moved to totally new city he doesn't have to worry about it right?
Perhaps I am hopeful in thinking this Domina truly regrets her loose lips sinking ships.
Boundaries go both ways as well. I don't like My personal slaves or anyone else talking in great detail about what it is we do in the dungeon.  What better way to reduce a heavenly, transcendent experience to the most base, rote excursion.  It can also create false expectations, as what I do with one slave I don't do with the other.

Boundaries and open communication help us to have BDSM and Femdom be sustainable in our lives.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Learning your ABC's- Attentiveness

Why is a slave attentive?
Is it to make sure he has pleased his Mistress to the best of his ability?

Or is it because by being attentive, focusing his mind on his Mistress and serving Her desires is such a peaceful state?

Your mind loves to think it is good at multi-tasking, but it's not. Just recently I had a slave doing some of his weekly slave chores.  His mind was somewhere else.
This is a natural mistake, but let's be clear... IT IS A MISTAKE.
Your life very well may be in upheaval, you may have too much work to do this week, and tons of things on your mind. But using your mind in any way besides in service is a waste of time and energy.  When you are slave not only is your body in service, your mind must also be in service.

It may help to realize as you shed your clothing, put on a collar, or otherwise get ready to play, you may let go of all those things and leave them for the person who wears that watch and suit, the collarless person.
It may also help of course, to take the slave, whip or cane him into tears, and then let him go back to his chores.
It may help to express to your Mistress or Owner what sort of training helps you to forget your worries... for some it is bondage, for others it may be pain or humiliation. When you learn what helps you "zone out"  tell your Mistress.  When you have huge worries outside the dungeon, that may also be worthwhile to tell your Mistress.

A 2008 study published in the Archives of Sexual Behavior used saliva samples from before and after BDSM play to judge stress levels found that both submissives and dominants had lower levels of the stress hormone cortisol that before.  Even during extremely stressful scenes, stress levels were lower afterward.

In other words, just do EXACTLY what I tell you and reap the benefits.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Seasons Greetings

As I wake up to another grey rainy miserable day in Cincinnati, I am glad I have My slave coming over in the evening to deliver a new set of latex lingerie.  

To those of you who remember My birthday, and know Me well... I do have My amazon wishlist updated, including the "real slaves" section which is personal to Me.  If any slaves or submissives out there wish to offer a more personal gift than that, I assume you are on the level of communication with Me to simply ask via email.

Years ago I allowed some leniency to wayward slaves, runaway slaves, and various submissives during the week of My birthday, and allowed visits to bring My coffee or serve in other ways. This is possible this year as well, 12/12-19 only.  Email to is preferred to any texts or calls... any unsolicited calls or texts MAY put you on My BLOCKED list.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016


With AstroDomina and Mistress Alexis Kim
Just returned from New Orleans Domcon where I was blessed by receiving the Guest of Honor award for My contributions to the BDSM Community.  I have been running this Dungeon, the DeSade Academy, for over 6 years now in what could definitely be described as a very conservative midwest city.  I host the annual Bondage Ball of Cincinnati, and several Femdom Events throughout the year.
But enough about Me, here are some highlights of the trip and My awesome Femdom community!
Left to right:
Mistress Genevieve of NOLA, Mistress Fiona of Phoenix, Me, Goddess Sadie of Phoenix,
Goddess Ariana Chevalier of NYC (21 years of running Her dungeon!), Mistress Snow Mercy.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

New Review

I visited Devlynn Desade for the very first time yesterday afternoon. With fear and excitement I rang the door bell and was greeted by a vision of beauty. This didn’t last too long as within seconds of entering the Desade Academy I was blindfolded and had my arms tied behind my back and was led up the stairs into what I eventually found out was her medical examination room. Once there I was gagged with a ball gag with small holes in it (a bit like one of those practice golf balls) and tied to a post on her suspension frame. After a few minutes of some prodding and nipple torment the blindfold was removed to reveal the beautiful Goddess. Mistress Devlynn then lit a cigarette and proceeded to blow the smoke towards my face. I completely forgot that I was an ex-smoker because all I wanted to do was suck the smoke coming from her lips through the perforations in the gag.  

After a while I found myself tied down to her medical examination table. My head and hands were in stocks and legs tied wide apart and in the air. I was completely at Mistress Devlynn’s mercy. Nipple torture (which I love) was intensified, and my exposed buttocks felt a few hard strokes of her cane. Mistress Devlynn has an amazing assortment of toys, but one that she used on me was what would best be described as a claw with three curved blades as the fingers. This ‘claw’ is perfect in you are into pain and pleasure. Mistress tickled me lightly by rubbing the claw lightly over most of my exposed body, but also inflicted pain on my nipples which were gradually becoming tender. I also had some kind of pumping machine attached to my penis but because my head was in the stocks I couldn’t see exactly what it was. 

After some exquisite torture on the medical examination table I was untied and led into Mistress Devlynn’s dungeon room. I was strapped down to a punishment bench and whipped and caned with a verity of instruments, as well as having my nipples clamped again and having them severely pinched. Finally I was untied from the bench and ordered onto the floor to kiss the Goddess’s boot.

Devlynn Desade is a softly spoken Mistress and really seems to enjoy tormenting and torturing her slaves. During the session She would softly hum to herself and it seemed like an increase in the humming would mean an increase in my torment. The more I suffered seems to also light a sadistic pleasure that I could see in Her beautiful eyes.   

After the session I was offend to use the bathroom to clean up, and then went down stairs to Mistress Devlynn’s Parlour Room for a chat about what I thought of the session and life in general. The whole of the Desade Academy is immaculately clean and very well equipped with all kinds of bondage furniture and instruments of torture. I loved this session and will definitely be back some time in the future.

Monday, October 10, 2016

This Weekend

This weekend Mistress Mara Mayhem of Chicago will be visiting the DeSade Academy for just a few short days.

Those of you who wish to book a double domination session may still have an opportunity.  If you have seen Me previously and have a good record, feel free to apply directly to Me with your session interests and hopeful dates or times.  Email to for consideration.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Visiting Mistress Mara Mayhem

Miss Mara Mayhem from Chicago will be visiting the DeSade Academy in Mid-October to see what Cincinnati has to offer Her.  There will be limited availability, double sessions with Mistress DeSade are a possibility to those who think they can handle it.
Don't let her sweet face and figure fool you... She is real dominant woman, intelligent, well spoken, kinky and quick as a whip.


Mara Mayhem from Toni Chaptom on Vimeo.

Monday, September 19, 2016

DOMCON NOLA 2016 Guest of Honor

I have been named as a Guest of Honor this year


Which will be held in lovely New Orleans.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

High Protocol Goddess Party

This year's High Protocol Goddess Party is slated for the evening of November 26.

This is not only a private party, it is invite ONLY.
I hand select the slaves who will attend this party and they are trained in My protocols and on their best slave behavior through the evening.

Monday, August 22, 2016

In Cincinnati...

Returning from My wonderful travels to visit fetish friends all over.  It's been a great summer and My travels are not over by far... but I will be in Cincinnati and available for sessions for the next couple weeks. If you wish to book with Me, I recommend you read this and take note.  While I love to help Newbies explore Femdom and Fetish fun in My fully equipped dungeon, and I enjoy devouring fresh male souls, I am too busy to be bothered by males who cannot follow basic protocols.  If you have seen Me before and I enjoyed you, that is always a great place to start.

With fellow Fetish Friends and Lifestylers from NYC, Pittsburgh, and Florida

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Mistress Mara Mayhem of Chicago

After the ClubFem party we went to a Gothic Event called Nocturne, where they play a lot of gothic and industrial music I like to dance to.  There I had the pleasure of meeting Mistress Mara Mayhem for a bit.
We had a great time and I hope to session with Her in the future. If you would like to request a double domination scene, and make it worth Her while to visit Cincinnati one day, I recommend you email Her.  She also visits Detroit.  Her interests include full toilet scenes, heavy humiliation, and She is a stunning, quick as a whip, truly dominant Female!

Monday, August 8, 2016

Mistress Simone of Chicago

Popped up to Chicago for a quick visit and was privileged to attend the ClubFem Chicago party hosted by one of the best Medical and Heavy Bondage Mistresses in the country, Mistress Simone.
Her dungeon was immaculate and inspiring.  A warm corporal room with wood throne and stretching rack, a sissy room with more clothes, heels, and fun toys than you could shake a sissy clit at, lots of real dark dungeon areas, and the wonderfully kinky medical play room.  Mistress Simone is a true lifestyle professional, with years of experience and medical training. She is also a gothic queen, which of course to Me is absolutely divine. Loved being able to sit and chat with slaves at our feet and other slaves getting used by their Mistresses all around us.


Friday, July 29, 2016

Regarding Appointments

When a Domina has been offering Her time to submissives and developed a reputation that precedes Her... you can bet all of Her email boxes are filled with requests for Her time.
How can you stand out among the rest?  This is a primer for anyone looking to find themselves at the feet of a busy and in-demand Mistress.

  1. Be clear and brief.  State your name, city, experience, interests, length of session you seek, dates possible for a session.  If you can't even request a date or time, I often assume you are just a wanker from Nigeria enjoying his computer.
  2. Do not request any illegal services or anything inappropriate. You are simply requesting to be dominated by Me, the way I please, within what you can offer, within your limits, discretion and safety.  I don't offer any services, of any kind.  You are contacting Me for a training opportunity. You can offer whatever you would be willing to try, but in the end your service and submission will define you.
  3. Vet yourself- If I have your real name, clear employment, linked in or facebook profile, references from a respected Mistress, etc... I am way more apt to book with you and take you seriously.  My face and My reputation are right here in front of you.  If you are not able to make Me feel safe seeing you, I walk away.  I NEVER violate this trust for any reason... one of the reasons I have a stellar reputation.  If you can't trust Me, I doubt you can trust Me tied up in My dungeon either, so I'm not interested.
  4. Send a deposit or gift- If I receive a gift from a submissive I always remember. When they email Me I take notice and write them back.  A physical representation of your devotion goes a long way with Me.
  5. Arrange a Niteflirt phone call if you are afraid or have cold feet.  I am available to talk on Monday and Tuesday evenings with notice.  We can discuss your fetishes or My training practices.  I will not send endless emails for you... I have written this blog for over 5 years now and you will find a wealth of information about serving Me right here.
  6. If you want to be seen in a more "personal" light, offer to make My life better. Offer to take Me out to get My nails done, take Me for a coffee and shopping trip, offer to bring Me coffee between these hours and these hours. 

I am actually a FemDom lifestyler.  I enjoy submissive men serving Me and it feeds the Inner Goddess that you want to enjoy.  I am inspired by submission.  Though you may not be well versed with women like Me, luckily I always train men to be better at serving Me and to learn My non-traditional ways.  Pay attention to My instruction and you may find yourself greatly rewarded.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Ways to Be of Service

  • Pick up coffee or a healthy meal for Mistress 
  • Do a grocery run for Mistress
  • Take care of Dry cleaning for Mistress
  • Pay for Mistress manicure and pedicure, drive Her to the spa, bringing a nice chai or coffee as well.
  • Take Mistress shopping for makeup (learning experience for crossdressers or sissies)
  • Take Mistress lingerie shopping (learning experience for crossdressers or sissies)
  • Take Mistress shoe shopping 
  • If experienced and vetted slave, offer to clean dungeon
  • OFFER your schedule and times available for use
  • OFFER list of ways you can be of use
  • Cultivate an attitude of attentive silence. Unobtrusive but there when needed.
  • Set up a social media account to help Mistress DeSade- twitter, tumblr, fetlife, etc.
  • If you are a cannabis enthusiast, take Mistress paraphernalia shopping, or grow or find quality Sativas.
  • Bring good Champagnes, orange juice for Mimosas with other Ladies.
  • Buy toys for the dungeon or other needed supplies
  • Easy things to pick up for the dungeon- Paper towels, toilet paper, bottled waters, white hand or bath towels.
Service is extremely useful when cultivating a Goddess Mode.  Goddess Mode is exactly where you want your Mistress to be, because that is where all the magic happens.  Goddess Mode allows your Mistress's mind to wander to wonderful places while you take care of the little things.  

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Tribute to an awesome Goddess Devlynn De Sade

I have the good fortunate to have been serving Goddess Devlynn De Sade for a couple of years. Each time that I arrive for a training session, I am over whelmed with anticipation. From the time waiting at the door for the most beautiful Goddess to open the door and allow me to enter, to the time I am allowed to sit at Her feet for a pre-training discussion, I am at awe that I am allowed to serve such a beautiful, sexy and extremely intelligent Goddess.

My heart rate accelerates with total anticipation during the pre-training discussion as She determines my conditions such as health, experiences and anticipated limits. Quickly I am under Her total control and zoned out anxiously waiting for the opportunity to completely serve, please and worship Her during training.

Upon que, She instructs me to go the slave rooms to prepare for her. Prior to coming to her studio, I have taken great care to be very clean, well shaved overall and well hydrated. I know that the beginning of the training session, I will be completely inspected and must please Goddess.

When Goddess comes to the slave dungeon, She has changed into one of Her very sexy Goddess training outfits and I am spell bound by her over all beauty. She is always so breath taking that my only words to describe Her beauty is WOW and OMG!!! I again realize, how fortunate I am to be allowed to serve and please the most awesome Goddess.
I am spell bound and ready to completely submit to Goddess. Her trainings take me to new heights and areas that once were only fantasies.  Upon qualifying as one of her highly and well trained slaves, She sometimes uses me as a demo slave as She teaches others a variety of skills on how to use a submissive male slave. My trust and respect for Goddess allows me to feel very comfortable being displayed and used in front of others.

By the time my training session ends, I am always thinking about when I will return to Goddess and seek additional training. I leave thinking WOW and OMG and that I need to be under Goddess control again and soon...

For any submissive who has not experienced Goddess Devlynn De Sade’s training, I must say it is an experience that will make you say WOW and OMG!

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

New Review

 I had wanted to see Mistress Devlynn for a while now and finally mustered up the courage to set a time and date with her. She was very easy to talk to and laid out in detail everything I needed to know before our session. Which, for me was wonderful since I was new to her and the femdom world.

Anyways, when I first arrived she answered the door and we sat down to talk and what not. But let me tell you,  when I first saw her I was blown away because she is absolutely stunning! In fact she is even more beautiful in person! So we began to talk and went over some basic protocol since I was new to her and she had me change and get ready.

Mistress Devlynn then took me into her medical room which is amazing! It has so many different toys that she is able to use. She strapped me down to her examination chair and began to do what she does best. She used a lot of different toys on me in order to induce both pain and pleasure. The best part of the session though was when she used electricity to cause me both pain and pleasure!

Overall, I would have to say that it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life and I would highly recommend contacting her to anyone who is interested because she knows what she is doing and she is simply amazing at it!

Monday, June 27, 2016

New Review

I was new and very nervous when I went to see Mistress Devlynn, I had never done anything like this before.
Mistress Devlynn sat me down and talked to me and within just a few minutes had me calmed down and listening to her every command.

She is a most beautiful mistress. I have always been really shy but I felt so comfortable and wanted to serve her almost instantly. I have to say that my session with mistress Devlynn was the best and most exciting thing I have ever done, not only did she show me the way but she kept me in check and at peace. I would recommend her services to anyone that wants to experience a Domme.

Friday, June 24, 2016


Very Excited to have enjoyed a visit from My fabulous friend Miss Julie Simone. As I have admired the flavor of Her artwork for years, from Nylon fetish to heavy bondage and pain, She has spent her life creating some very beautiful things.
If I will make any films, they must have flavor.  Check out the gorgeous and filthy things we made together here.

"The two sadistic women delight in taking Their time with the bound and hooded submissive as They paddle and cane his bottom until it’s a deep shade of red."

Thursday, June 9, 2016

The Boots of Venus


My name is Randy and up until recently I was for the most part happy with my life. Why until recently you may ask? If you’re curious, please read my story?
 I don’t know if this is true for everyone but I bet most of us have thought about what they would do if they were given the opportunity to magically travel back in time to their youth. You want to know something though, unless I could keep the experience I’ve accumulated over the years, there is NO WAY in HELL, I’d go back. I don’t know how I made it through being a kid and young adult in the first place. If some wizard grabbed me and put me back in my young body and told me, “ I’m going to let you go and when I do, you’ll forget everything you’ve learned up to now and all of your knowledge and experience will be back to that of your young self”  I think I’d collapse and die.

With that said however, there is ONE thing that I DO dearly miss.  To a guy, it is THE Holy Grail! The most missed thing and the most sought for attribute of our youth. And what is that? Simple…… the ability to instantly become aroused and STAY aroused.  What male can’t recall an instance from their youth  when they were snapped  out of a dirty little day dream, inspired by the painted on jeans of the girl two seats up, by the period ending bell?  Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, discovering to your HORROR that you had a RAGING hard on! It was TERRIBLE! Knowing that you could not simply wait it out, you’d stand as nonchalantly as possible then quickly place your books strategically so that they blocked the embarrassing bulge. Then you would make your way toward the classroom door, eyes down trying to appear deep in thought, hoping not to draw the attention of anyone, particularly that of one of your “buddies”. For, if one of them became aware of your plight, GAME OVER! Once reaching the door you would slip out into the hallway still blocking the protrusion as much as possible. Your goal now was to reach the relative safety of the somewhat chaotic flow of kids moving between classes. Heart pounding, almost therrrrre…… then…..  “HEY RANDY…… what’s that you’re hiding behind your BOOKS! LOOK everyone…. it’s TENT MAN! AHH HA HA HA!!!!”
OHHHHHHH!!!!!! Immediately turning, trying to make everyone else “disappear” in your mind, you’d face the no good RAT, whistle blower. Then squinting your eyes, locking them with his and trying to look as menacing as possible , through clenched teeth, in an anemic retort,  you’d silently spit “fuck you….”. Big mistake! “You wanna do WHAT to me!  You stay away from me, you weirdo!”
 OHHHHH….. I want to DIE!!!!

 DAMN, what I wouldn’t give to have that problem today. Little did I know, but in the near future, I would give EVERYTHING!

It all started six weeks ago on a Friday. After work some friends and I decided to head to a little sports bar for a few beers.  I’m not even sure what prompted the conversation, but somehow the subject of Viagra came up. Well, I’ve never tried it and from what I’ve heard I really don’t want to. It’s way too expensive, and I think it might even be dangerous.  I don’t want to rupture a blood vessel in my brain or something. And besides “it” still works fine, just not as well as when I was 17.  As the conversation progressed, Keith, a rather outspoken member of our little “gang”, chimed in with a story about a lady a friend of his told him of who specialized in herbal medicines and remedies. His friend swears that since he’s been to see her he just has to snap his fingers and his “little man” instantly leaps to attention. Of course we all told him that he’s full of shit. But Keith, now a little agitated, became defensive and in an effort to support his story told us that he had witnessed in person this little “miracle”.  Uh oh, mistake, for naturally that led to a half hour of us brutally teasing and interrogating Keith in regards to him and his friends “relationship”.  Oh well, what do you expect, do guys ever really grow up?  Anyhow, continuing: after the harassment became “old” and fizzled out Keith told us that he had considered seeing her himself but has yet to get up the nerve. And why we asked? He then elaborated, in strict confidentiality, that his friend told him that in order to make this little wonder possible the lady had performed some sort of strange ritual. His friend, however, who is of Vietnamese descent, apparently considered this to be not extraordinarily weird and refers to her as, bac si phu thuy, which  roughly translates to Witch Doctor in English.

Witch Doctor…… seriously? I had to speak up then. I believe in science and the scientific method. If it cannot be found or proven by science then it means nothing.  I don’t believe in a god, or gods, or magic or ghosts or little green men from outer space. I told the group that she’s probably just some modern day hippie tree hugger who doesn’t eat meat, knows a lot about wild plants and folk medicines, smokes pot and then hears aliens speaking to her through shiny rocks. That got a few snickers. But then Keith said the ONE Thing that is sure to intrigue a guy, “She’s HOT!” That got EVERYONES attention. And now I was hooked. I had to see this lady….. And who knows, I had recently dumped, OK been “dumped” by, my girlfriend and we might even hit it off. So I asked Keith if he had her phone number or email address. Keith had her phone number on a piece of paper in his wallet and he told me that she goes by the title of Miss Fiona. I entered the name and phone number into my phone and soon after felt it was time for me to leave. I had already had three beers and was getting a little tired.

The next day at around noon I finally got up the nerve to make the call. Following the fourth ring I heard for the first time the hauntingly seductive voice of the woman who would soon change my life forever. Her voice was soft and pleasing with a faint suggestion of southern ancestry. We talked for maybe fifteen minutes. She asked several questions, typical stuff mostly, name, age, address, where I work, phone number and of course what I desired to achieve from this meeting. Now that was a little hard to just come out and say, but with her soothing and hypnotic manner she eventually coaxed it out of me. It actually seemed that she knew what I wanted before I even put it to words.  She was not in the least offended or surprised and told me if I was willing to put complete faith in her she was certain that she could give me precisely what I had asked for.  So, we agreed on an appointment time and date. It would be the next Saturday at 10:00am. She told me her address and had me write down specific directions on how to get there. It would be about an hour and a half drive and around twenty miles away from the interstate highway. This place was out in the sticks!

The fateful day finally arrived. I was getting just a little nervous now. Why? I couldn’t put my finger on it really. I always thought of my mind as strictly analytical. I did NOT believe in magic or at least I had never before. What was happening to me? Was it her voice? Not only did I still hear it but I could feel it inside me like a faint, wispy web of electric current or magnetic flux weaving into and entwining with the muscle fibers of my heart gently pulling and contracting within the organ making it beat just a little faster and more urgently.  Whatever was happening, though, one thing was certain.  I was now inexplicably and helplessly compelled to this meeting.  

I arrived at 9:40am. I passed by the driveway at first, only stopping because I saw a mail box, in the middle of nowhere, at the edge of the windy two lane road I had been traveling on for what seemed like more than an hour. The driveway was carved into the hardwood forest.  I pulled into the gravel road and drove for maybe 100 feet through the tunnel of trees where it opened into a clearing cut out of the woods. At the far edge of the clearing sat a white, wood frame house with a tiny porch fenced in by a red stained wooden railing. I guessed it was built in the late fifties but it was immaculately cared for. I pulled up to a cobblestone walkway and parked beside a black, hard top convertible jeep 4x4, then  sat and waited in the car not wanting to disturb her 20 minutes early.   After about five minutes the front door opened and I saw HER for the first time. My breathing stopped, I felt a twinge of fear. Don’t get me wrong she was BEAUTIFUL, but, she exuded power and confidence and grace with a hint of danger thrown into the mix. This was one woman NOT to be trifled with.  I was completely frozen. She broke the spell that had come over me, “Well, aren’t you going to come in?” I unbuckled my seat belt and opened the car door, stepped out and closed it. I moved to the 20 foot walkway and continued forward until standing at the foot of the three steps to her porch where I froze again. My eyes drank in the vision before me.   She had straight, shoulder length, silky blond hair that shimmered in the morning sun. Her hazel eyes were intelligent and inquisitive. She had soft, full pink lips that faintly glistened in the early sunlight and though pale her skin was flawless and had a healthy radiance.  She stood maybe five foot six and had a slim, athletic build. She wore a black one piece short sleeve dress.  Its skirt came down to just above mid thigh. Rather short I thought, but I sure wasn’t complaining.  But, then my eyes drifted down to her boots! I had NEVER before seen boots of such exquisite beauty! I couldn’t take my eyes off of them! They came up to just above mid thigh, their tops barely concealed by the edge of her black pleated skirt. The soft, smooth leather was a deep, glossy, reflective black. Her sexy calves were supported in back by at least six inch stiletto heels.  The boots were strung with black lacing that crisscrossed through eyelets from her toes all the way to the top. The toes of the boots were open exposing her delicately cared for big and second toes. Their perfect nails were a gleaming, liquid blood red.  I became aware of the faint, bitter sweet scent of fine leather. Time stopped, my breathing stopped, I stood paralyzed by their beauty. Then something a little more tangible happened. I felt a gentle twinge and pulling contraction in my prostate. The sensation made me think of a faint electrical current passing through and causing the small organ to gently pulse and quiver. What was happening to me? The sensation, though very faint was becoming more and more arousing. Then I felt “it” begin to stir and swell. The tip began pushing and pressing against the fabric of my underwear with increasing urgency. The pressure increased more, and more.  It just wouldn’t stop! It was as if my penis was a balloon attached to a garden hose! I glanced down.  Oh, NO! It was now nearly fully engorged and still growing and clearly trying to rip a hole through the leg of my khaki shorts! What was going on! I hadn’t gone from “flat” to fully hard in seconds since I was probably in my twenties, maybe even my late teens, maybe never! I froze, staring down at it, eyes wide as saucers, afraid to say or do anything!  She’ll take one look and tell me to get the hell out of here!  
But to my immense surprise,   “Hello…., you must be Randy”.
 She had to see it! How could she be so calm? Slightly at a loss for words……”Yes……, that’s me, Ummmm sorry!”
 “Sorry for what? Isn’t THAT what you came to see ME for?”
“Yes…,uhhhh…I suppose it is, isn’t it?”
“Stop right there, let’s not get off to a bad start, from this point onward and for ALL time, You shall address ME as Miss Fiona, is that understood?”
Her power could not be denied, I replied, “Yes Miss Fiona”.
“Much better.”
“Please do come in Randy.” With no further hesitation I followed.  The front door of the cottage opened directly into a comfortable, well kept living room illuminated by the sun through a beautiful picture window facing the front yard. The scent of some exotic, sweet spice permeated the air, maybe incense of some kind? She directed me to have a seat on one end of her couch. She sat down next to me just a little beyond the middle of the couch. Before us was a small brilliantly polished wooden table probably made of cherry wood. Setting in the middle on an ornate serving tray was an ancient, black bottomed and tarnished copper tea pot and two small white tea cups. Beside the tea arrangement was something else. It appeared to be circular, possibly a bowl of some kind, but was draped over by a red cloth. I thought to myself, “Maybe she has “crumpets” to go with her tea?” Although that didn’t really tell me much because I had no clue what a crumpet actually was, I had just heard the phrase “tea and Crumpets” before. Must have been from an old movie or something? My curiosity was set aside when she spoke; totally ignoring my “aroused state” as if it was not unusual in the slightest.  “Would you like some tea?” As a distraction I was grateful to accept the offered tea. It was warm and mild, delicately sweetened, but tasted good and helped me to relax, which I definitely needed to do. After a few moments of quietly attempting to enjoy the tea, I say attempting, because my penis still would NOT go back to sleep. In fact it was now starting to hurt a little. I picked up my right knee and tried crossing my leg. Miss Fiona, apparently aware of my discomfort spoke up. “I apologize for, let’s say, your surprise condition. But I assure you it is not your fault. In fact there is nothing that you could do to stop it.” She noticed the puzzled look in my eyes, for instead of waiting for me to respond she continued. “It’s the boots.” I gave her a slight questioning look. She went on, “These boots have magical properties. I sense by your expression that you don’t believe in magic, but never the less, they are magical. And what’s more, it doesn’t matter whether or not you believe it. Although if what you are currently experiencing does not give you pause to reconsider your stance on magic then I must seriously question your intelligence.” Looking down at the still steel hard erection trying to rip through my pants leg, I thought to myself, well, a logical, scientific explanation for this does indeed escape me at the moment.

“So, shall we agree that I have already fulfilled your request?” “Umm,,,,well, yes Miss Fiona, I believe you have.” “Very good, we are in agreement. Now that we have established this, the question becomes would you like these boots to have this power over you from this point on?” My head was spinning now; this was all happening too fast. I looked down again at my, for me, enormous erection straining against the leg of my shorts. Perhaps my gaze lingered for just a little too long for abruptly a frightening transformation occurred; the lovely and seemingly sweet woman sitting beside me, completely changed. Standing, she stepped before me and looking down, in a frightfully forceful voice commanded, “Stand up NOW!” Completely in shock and nearly terrified by the transformation I practically leapt to my feet.  “Strip off your shorts AND your underwear!”
She had total control of me and my actions. I could NOT disobey! Quickly I stripped off my shorts and underwear and left them in a pile beside me. She screamed, “Take of EVERYTHING including your shoes and socks!” Instantly I obeyed. Then she commanded, “Grab your COCK!” Of course I did, I simply could not refuse. “Feel that! Isn’t that what you came here for or are you WASTING MY TIME!” She reached down to her table and lifted the cloth from the hidden object. Beneath was a rather large, naturally colored, clay bowl, adorned with strange looking creatures, bizarre designs and unrecognizable symbols.  “Step to the middle of the room and Drop down to your knees NOW!” Immediately I moved to position and went down to my knees. Miss Fiona then picked up the bowl, stepped over and placed it before me.
“MASTURBATE! And when you cum make sure ALL of it goes into the bowl!” Timidly I looked up into her eyes; Gone was the somewhat unusual but cheerful, lighted hearted young woman I had recently been speaking with. What stood before me now appeared to be an enraged GODDESS! If I weren’t so hard I would have peed on the spot! She screamed, “DO IT NOW!”
I reached down, my hands were trembling, I grabbed the engorged shaft and started pumping with my right hand. It wasn’t working! Sure it was hard, but it may as well have been a wooden dildo. What do I do! She commanded, “Open your eyes and look at MY BOOTS!” That did it! Instantly I felt an incredible, warm, overwhelmingly pleasant, deep tingling sensation. It radiated from my prostate and spiraled out into my lower abdomen and deep into my thighs! Oh, I LOVED it! I pumped and pumped! My knees were shaking, but I was coming closer and closer to orgasm! Masturbating had NEVER felt this good! Then it was time, fearful of “missing” the bowl, I pressed downward aiming the tip at the center of the bowl, then…..”OH MY GOD!!!!! My penis erupted, over and over! It kept spurting fourth in AMAZINGLY powerful and WONDERFUL spasms of immense Pleasure! I think it exploded twelve or thirteen times before I was finally spent! My prostate ACHED but oh SO GOOD!!! I was exhausted! I then noticed “it” was finally softening and shrinking. At the time I did not care for at that blissful moment I had no idea that after today, I would NEVER be able to become aroused unless I was in the presence of the mystical boots. But, my ordeal was still not over. Miss Fiona commanded, “Stay on your knees and don’t move.” She reached down and picked up the bowl then walked over and had a seat on the couch. Then after placing the bowl on the floor before her, commanded, “Come and kneel before me.” I obeyed. Once I was in position she lifted her right foot then brought its heel down until it touched the contents of the bowl. She then lifted the boot and held it out toward me and commanded, “Clean the heel with your tongue, NOW!” Unable to resist, I reached out with both hands, cupped the bottom of the lovely boot and brought the heel to my mouth and gently licked and sucked the stiletto clean. The process was repeated with the other boot. After setting the second precious boot gently back to the floor she commanded, “Look at ME.” Our eyes met. “Now, pick up the bowl in both hands and hold it to your chest.” I bent down and picked up the bowl. “Now, bring the bowl up to your lips and carefully pour ALL of the contents into your mouth, being sure to not spill any of the fluid, and then swallow ALL of it!” I hesitated just a little too long…….. “DO IT NOW!!!” Without further consideration of what I was about to do I quickly brought the bowl to my lips, tiled it back, poured in the contents and swallowed everything!” It was slippery and warm going down but I was able to gulp it all down in one try. Fear completely over rode any gag reflex I might have had and ……It was done. I looked back into Miss Fiona’s eyes awaiting further commands.   Then, in a softening tone, “Very good, now place the bowl down to your right.” Instantly I complied. “Now kiss the toe of each boot.”
Without hesitation I bent down and pressed my lips, first to the toe of the right boot. The toe was warm against my lips; I could smell the aroma of superb leather. It was SO WONDERFUL! I then moved over to the left, kissing its lovely toe as well. I looked back up. “You’ve been a very good boy. We’re almost finished. You know you LOVED what you experienced here today! Isn’t that so?” “Oh YES Miss Fiona! It was the MOST incredible sexual experience of MY LIFE! I’ve NEVER been so aroused!”
“I thought as much. You WOULD like to be able to experience this again and again correct?” “Oh yes PLEASE Miss Fiona?” “Very good, then in order for your desire to be fulfilled, you must complete the ritual by answering, YES Miss Fiona, to my next question. After that the power of the boots will be yours forever!”

 “From this day forward and for all time, or until such time as I choose to remove the spell, do you wish for these boots to posses the power to control and to strengthen your sexual desire and pleasure?”

Yes Miss Fiona………….

And that was it. I’ve been in HELL ever since! For, you see, the boots DO have the power to control my sexual desire and to make me more aroused than I have ever before thought possible. They can and do have the ability to give me the most intense sexual pleasure of my LIFE! But……… I MUST be in direct visual contact with them or else I have no sexual desire what so ever!

AND NOTHING, I mean absolutely no other thing or person in the WHOLE WORLD can arouse me now!
What have I DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

After Care and Sub Drop

When we play with BDSM there is a noticeable high.  On the night when My well trained slaves were used for the Goddess party, these slaves were high as could be on the endorphins and intensity of the situation.  This is one of the many reasons slaves must be well trained to attend, because like any drug some people get scared teetering at the heights.  I would not push a novice slave into this situation without proper training these days.
After the high, is the comedown.  It's important to remember this exists and address it.  After a session the submissive may feel euphoric, calm, relaxed, floating on air.
Some more time passes, and the presence of the Domme is gone, and the sub may have:

  • anxiety
  • second thoughts about the play
  • sadness 
  • depression
  • irrational thoughts
  • spaciness
  • insomnia
  • appetite changes
It's important to remember during this time the unique chemistry of your brain and the strength of BDSM play.  Realize that most of the thoughts and emotions are tied to a drop in brain chemicals.
So how can you get back to normal and make the best of your BDSM session with this in mind?
  1. Make sure you replenish physically after the session. Nourishing foods, vitamins, carbs, water.
  2. Make sure you are warm - body temperature can drop and this affects your mood.
  3. Masturbate if you are allowed- this will allow brain chemicals to even out.
  4. Shower, bathe or take care of any wounds with Arnica or Lavender.
  5. Take photos of yourself to enjoy remembering your submission- this helps the high last longer and even out.
  6. Write to your Domme about your feelings and processing- sharing can help your future and your present processing.
I hope this helps a little and PLEASE do not let sub-drop affect anything in your life. Making big decisions, backlash against your fetish, doing anything drastic in this state can cause you regret.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Slave Training- Responsiveness

If you are trying to satisfy or please a Mistress or Goddess it is good to work on your response.
When I start training my slaves I often train with basic positions, protocols and such.  Deeper training involves reactions and response.
If you are playing with a new Mistress who does not know you or your triggers, your response could be the difference between 5 minutes of nipple torture you love or 5 minutes of single tail you abhor, or the other way around.
I don't like a lot of verbal response in My dungeon. I don't need a scrolling male voice playing out a porno fantasy dream.  I would rather he concentrate and become immersed in what I am doing.
 I like to hear gratitude from My slaves, like,
"Thank you Goddess" (verbal option)
"muffled screams" (nonverbal option)
"panting and crying"

Sometimes I will check in and ask if they can take more if they are in some stages.  Just to make sure I am not destroying them.  
Sometimes if a slave is very young, shy or inexperienced I will train them on proper response.  In this way they will be trained to communicate with any Mistress and their experience will be enhanced.
Communication is important.
Some Mistresses are ok with you saying things like, "I don't like pain" in the middle of a session. I'm not. I see this as topping from the bottom.  You should have discussed that with Me clearly earlier before you allowed Me to get into My top mode.  By trying to direct My scene with you in the middle of it you are doing yourself a great disservice.  You cannot let go while directing and having control. For over 6 years now men have been trusting Me as professional to allow them to give up control. 
NOW a way you can communicate without giving the topping from the bottom:
"Mistress may I please make a request?"
"Yes you may speak." 
"My nipples are very sensitive and cannot take a lot of pain.  I forgot to tell you this."

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Goddess Party

Well this year's Spring Goddess Party was a wonderful success. Many Goddesses visiting from all around, Dayton, Columbus, Louisville.  Only a few male slaves were selected for this party, as I wanted only the best and well trained behavior.  We had fabulous appetizers for the early evening professionally catered, light champagne cocktails and all was served in high protocol fashion. One slave was in suit and tie, to serve as the DOMO slave and butler, greeting each lady as She entered. Of course this did not keep one of the Ladies from forcing him to get naked and submit to a milking with the Venus 2000 male milking machine in front of all of Us!
More learning and devious debauchery was to follow as a dominant Woman in My dungeon is like a kid in a candy store.  Each slave was listed in our Slave Catalog along with his interests, abilities, training, and hard limits.  It was a ridiculously fun evening, and the Ladies are saying I must have more!  The next Goddess Evening will be in the early fall.
If you would like the experience of submitting to more than one woman in your session with Me, this month only double sessions are available with 300/hour tribute.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Type A Personalities

As I sat there in the Mistresses' lounge, I mulled her question to me:  "What are you looking for?" and I answered as simply as I could.  I told her that I like to be put in a place where I have no control, where I literally have no ability to stop the pain or pleasure.  I want to give that power to someone who knows how to push me, where to push me.  I told her I enjoyed CBT play, and being utterly defenseless.

Several days later, as I write this review, I look down at the angry purple bruises on my ballsack and cock and contemplate what it truly means to give control over to someone as competent, caring, and at the same time, cruel and sadistic as Mistress Devlynn Desade.

This was my first session with Mistress Desade.  As advertised, she is a stunning beauty, confident in how she walks, speaks, and presents herself, and with a knowledge and array of tools that are as mindblowingly diverse as they are cruel and insidious.  From the carefully lined shelves of her medical play area to the countless floggers and paddles within arms reach in her dungeon, this is a BDSM expert who invests both time and money into perfecting her craft.

My session (as requested) consisted of bondage, sensory deprivation, and CBT.  Although this was my first time with Mistress Desade, it was not my first CBT session.  However, it was a session like no other.  Mistress markets herself as cruel, and let me tell you -- this is one case of truth in advertising.  When other mistresses would back off, Mistress Desade keeps pushing through, and found new ways to make me scream, squirm, and sob.  In our pre-session, I had mentioned that I liked having clothespins applied to my ballsack.  While in the past, Mistresses I have worshipped would go for quantity (applying 18 or 20 pins to my ballsack until it looked like a colorful lions mane), Mistress Desade went for quality  -- a few strategically placed and applied to provide the maximum level of pain and discomfort.  Combining this pain with the sharp pain of electroplay while also employing pleasurable massage of the Venus2000, left me a puddled bruised, and broken mess, laying on her table literally sobbing in pain while begging her to continue.  She laughed at me as I squirmed away from her touch while simultaneously thanking her and asking for more. In a short amount of time, I had transformed from confident, controlled professional to a pathetic and broken painslut.

At the end of the session, she put me in whipping position and sat upon my back.  She reminded me that as worthless as my cock had been when I had walked into her dungeon in my vanilla professional clothes, I'd be leaving with my cock reduced to a useless swollen mass of bruises.  Under that pressed and pleated exterior, I was now a wreck.

Although my travels don't take me to Cincinnati too often, I look forward to adoring this cruel beauty again in the future.

--sub s