Wednesday, September 14, 2011
I spent my Labor Day weekend putting this slave into bondage and had a great time! My friend, Mistress Jezebel joined Me for some of the fun as well. She enjoyed forcing him to drink her urine, haha! I impaled him with a cock then put him in bondage for hours. Fun times! -Mistress Georgia
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Basically I waned a severe thrashing and I told Georgia about my experience. Next morning I received an email from her advising that she would be at the site that day and more importantly she was prepared to see me at this short notice, mainly because she absolutely loved dispensing sever canings. It also transpires that she appreciated the detail I went not, especially following her instructions.
Arrangements were made for that afternoon, and I endured a very rainy drive to LA to meet her. One of the things I told Georgia was that I do not normally do the whole Mistress/sub thing and that what I was seeking from that afternoon was a fun time where she could practice her sadism and me my masochism. I would however not attempt to Top from the bottom, that I would respect her position as the one wielding the cane but above al we should have fun.
I arrived on time and was promptly led into her well sound proofed studio. She was absolutely gorgeous! she was also very warm and willing, not a bitch, putting me at ease. She told me that she had extremely high expectations of me that afternoon, and she intended that I take everything she gave. She also told me that her clients were the most masochistic in the US.
After I was allowed to prepare myself, physically and most importantly mentally I returned to the room where she had laid out the straps and canes she intended using on me. She pointed out the light whippy canes, which I assumed she would use most on me, but I was advised that 'oh no' they are just for the warm up' and she that a loving, warm smile when she said that. Canes I thought I would most definitely not take were on the left, the side where the implements she said she would use were placed. The non rattan/bamboo canes were on the right but she picked up a thick acryllic, solid cane and put it on the left - what was I in for?
We started with a spanking with me laying on the leather bound 'bed' over her lap - that is when she told me, with that same proud smile, that she was left handed, so I was have an unusual experience. It didn't take her long to get up a fast and hard pace with the spanking, every so often caressing my buttocks to gauge the warmth - yes this was most certainly a professional. All the while we maintained a normal 'getting to know you' conversation.
Once she was satisfied with the spanking we moved to a strap, once again fast, increasing the heat just as quickly. Then she brought the first warm up cane and started 'massaging me' not only on my buttocks but all down my legs and across my back. The buttocks received the more intense 'massaging' as I expected marks there, but the back and legs felt wonderful under the percussive massage. She then ramped up the intensity and also covered my 'love spot' the area just under the buttocks, the seat. I normally hate being caned down there but there was something special in the way Georgia encouraged me to take it that I just could't resist.
Soon Georgia moved to the thicker of the 'warm up' canes, and again I received a fast percussive warm up. I was mover to the horse to finish off the wry up and start the caning proper, however it transpired that I received the caning better lying down so back to the bed I went. I also started feeling the spray of blood at each strike - this normally tells me that I am almost done but Georgia assured me that I was only at 6 or 7, out of ten, and she had greater plans for me. Once again we were talking throughout, almost maintaining a normal conversation (about canings!), the only differences were the oooos and yeses as the caning got harder, wit the occasional oow, which I was promptly advised should only be used when I was struck where I shouldn't have been, which in Georgia's case was highly unlikely if not impossible. Georgia also talked me through my breathing techniques to ensure I would get maximum benefit from each stroke.
The caning proper started in earnest with a thicker cane, somewhat thicker than I thought I would take. Unlike the warm ups, where she pulled back as the stroke hit, she now followed through, ensuring that I would really feel each stroke. The canings were grouped in rapid but full force sets with short intervals to allow me some recovery, then followed by more. I lost count but Georgia clearly didn't as she would announce that she wanted me to tae ten more before retiring that cane and progressing to another, thus ensuring that I had a target to achieve and no less would satisfy her.
I was exposed to the acrylic cane; if I remember correctly about 30 strokes, then another strap, and then Georgia told me that she wanted to take me to my limit, 10, bringing out the bath brush. After a few warm up strokes I received ten full force per buttock, then a break and then ten more on one cheek which was supposed to be followed by ten more on the other but I think that we got to eight when she stopped as the brush was broken!
The canings finished with a number of sets of ten with another cane until Georgia announced that my body would take no more. Looking at the photo I have to agree. I was then rewarded for taking the full force of her canings. Before she gave me a Golden Shower, directing her piss into my mouth then over my body she poured some of her nectar into a glass with some ice and offered it to me as a beverage.
The session finished with more talking and reassurance from Georgia, to ensure that I came 'down'. It was then time to see how much blood there was. By far the most severe caning with the marks to prove it, two or three layers if skin removed.
Georgia is a true, caring and dedicated lady who knows how to dispense a thrashing, enjoying every minute of it while ensuring you do too. She knows exactly when to slow down to let you recover and ramp up the pace to take you to the next level, far beyond you thought you could go. Thank you Georgia, I will be back.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Whenever i am scheduled to have a caning session with Her, i am always very excited and several days before my severe caning, i start an hourly countdown to the time that She will be able to inflict pain upon my ass. As the days and hours get closer to our caning session, i am at a fever pitch, especially during the final hour before i show up an Her dungeon for our session. i absolutely love taking severe Mistress Georgia style canings for my Mistress because i know how much it pleases Her when i take the severe caning for Her. i arrived at the appointed time the day of our session and my beautiful Mistress left me into Her play space. She was already dressed for our session so i knew that She was also at fever pitch and champing at the bit to begin beating my ass with Her canes. i used the restroom and then disrobed and went into the dungeon and knelt down to await Her entrance into the dungeon and the start of my agonizing, painful and brutal Mistress Georgia style caning.
i didn't have to wait too long before You walked into the dungeon. You were wearing a shiny black latex dress that went to Your mid thighs and thigh high black boots. my breath was taken away by the stunning beauty of my Mistress Georgia and my heart immediately began to beat faster and i started to go into head space in anticipation of the cruel corporal punishment that i was about to receive at the hands of my Mistress. This is one of my favorite outfits that You wear in our sessions (although any outfit You wear in our sessions is always fantastic) & i told You how beautiful & sexy that You looked in Your hot dominant outfit and You thanked me. You looked me directly in the eyes and proceeded to grab my nipples and squeeze them tightly. While squeezing my nipples tortuously, You told me that just because You were going to beat my ass so severely that it would bleed didn't mean that my nipples were weren't going to suffer severe pain too during my caning. i was told that i would have to wear alligator clips on my nipples for You during the entire session while You caned me.
You went over to the bondage table and brought back our favorite tight leather hood to put on me for the entire caning session. The leather hood was placed on my head and expertly adjusted until the eyes and nose were lined up perfectly on Your slave. You then began to very tightly lace the hood up starting from the top, tightening it and adjusting it as You moved down towards the bottom neck area of the hood. The final lacing was done and tied extremely tight upon my head exactly the way that You like it to be on Your soon to be caned slave. i could still see my beautiful Mistress Georgia as You had not yet zipped up the front of the hood leaving me in total darkness to think about my fate. You came around the front of me and looked me in the eyes and said that this was going to be the worst, most painful brutal caning that You had ever given to me and that when You were through caning and beating me, my ass would be an unbelievably bloody mess & i would probably mercy out because of the severity of Your canes. Those words echoed in my head and i used them as an inspiration to accept this as a challenge and i was determined to take all the beating of my ass that You would give me without begging for mercy. i knew that would please You very much since there would be no restraint on You in beating my ass so severely and sadistically with Your canes. Before You finally zipped up the front of the hood so that i could no longer see You, You held up a pair of Your glasses and asked me what i thought these were going to be used for in the session. i responded that i didn't know and You told me that as the caning You were going to give me got more severe, You were going to put the glasses on so that blood wouldn't get in Your eyes. With a huge smile on Your face, You told me that You were really looking forward to caning my ass so hard that it would splatter blood from my ass all over the lenses of Your glasses.
You then zipped up the front of the hood, enveloping me in darkness and denying me the sight of You in Your hot dominant outfit. It was now time for my nipples to suffer and You went over to the bondage table and came back with a pair of brutal, devious alligator clamps to put on them. You grabbed my left nipple and started to count down from five and when You reached one, You let go and the alligator clamp was securely and painfully fastened to my left nipple. i let out a deep breath and You were glad that i took the alligator clamp so well for You. You started another count down from five and secured the other alligator clamp painfully to my right nipple. Once again, i let out a deep breath. You stood back and admired Your handiwork and sadistic nipple torture on Your willing slave. You then placed separate strings through each nipple clamp and let them dangle.
You commanded me to stand up and i obediently did so and You took my hands and led me over to the horse where i would be secured so that You could cane me for as long as You wanted to beat Your slave's ass. You told me to mount the horse and get myself into a comfortable position as i would be in that position for the rest of the session as You severely beat my ass with Your canes to celebrate Your upcoming birthday. Once i positioned my legs on the horse so that i was comfortable, You told me to lay down my chest on the upper part of the horse. As i did so, my alligator clamped nipples pressed down on the horse just the way that You intended them to be for the Your birthday celebration caning of my ass. You then grabbed the rope that You had threaded through the alligator nipple clamps and pulled them back underneath my armpits and back towards You and then tied them both together across my back so that my nipple torture was accentuated for Your pleasure. You quickly went to the bondage table and got a pair of leather cuffs to help bind my arms down on the horse for my caning. You placed the first leather cuff on my right wrist and tightened it. In similar fashion, You did the same thing to my left wrist. Next You placed clips on the loops on the wrist cuffs and fastened them together so that my arms were immobilized on the front of the horse. You went back to the bondage table and the next thing that i felt was a wide leather strap being tightly tied to my left thigh. Once that was secured to Your satisfaction, You took the other leather strap and secured it tightly around my right thigh. i was almost secured the way that You wanted me to be for my severe caning but there were a couple of more details for You to attend to so that i was immovable on the horse while You caned me. You shifted each thigh cuff so that the metal loops on them were on the inside of my thighs. You then attached clips to each metal loop and also attached them to the rings on the horse. i was now completely fastened to the horse and Your birthday celebration caning fun was about to begin in earnest.
You once again told me that this would be the worst caning that You had ever given to me and that You would cane my ass without mercy in celebration of Your birthday. To temporarily distract me and get me more in the mood to take my severe caning for You, You began to tease my cock and balls area with those incredibly sensuous, erotic caresses of those areas with Your fingertips. You soon had me groaning with pleasure but of course i knew that was not going to last long. Once You had excited me, You began to warm my ass up with Your riding crop. i was already in a zone for You and You continued to beat my ass with the riding crop until You had gotten all the blood to the surface of my ass. You then told me that You were going to continue to use the riding crop on my ass for another 75 strokes and then You would go to the next warm up phase before the heavy caning would begin on my ass. With each stroke of the riding crop, i got into higher head space and You finished the 75 strokes on my ass. It was now time to move the warm up on my ass up a notch and You went over and retrieved one of Your canes. This was merely a warm up cane and would be nothing like the canes that You would use to beat my ass to a bloody pulp. You told me that You would start with 20 consecutive strokes on my ass from the warm up cane. The first blow of the cane struck my ass followed my 19 more hard canes from You. You told me that You were pleased with the way that i took the first 20 warm up canes for You and that 20 more would follow immediately. My beautiful Mistress Georgia always delivers on what She says and she beat my ass again with another 20 cane strokes. With each stroke, i was getting into deeper head space as i knew that i would need to be really focused for Her as the really caning had not even begun yet. You informed me that You were going to give me sixty more warm up canes, in groups of twenty. As You began the first twenty strokes, You increased the intensity of the strokes. You beat my ass with the first twenty strokes, followed by another 20 hard strokes and finished up with the final 20 hard warm up strokes on my ass. i heard You sigh and i knew that You were pleased that i was taking these hard strokes so well. With each warm up stroke, i was going deeper and deeper into head space for You as i knew that i was facing the ultimate caning challenge to date from You. You went over to the bondage table but quickly returned and told me that You were going to give me 20 more warm up canes just because You wanted to make sure that i was ready to please You. These 20 cane strokes were even harder and i knew that next up was the real Mistress Georgia caning of my ass.
My warm up time was now over and the real caning from my beautiful Mistress Georgia was about to begin in earnest. You told me that when You got done caning my ass, it would be a bloody mess deserving of Your birthday celebration. You asked me if i was ready and i told You that i was ready to take my caning for You. i was determined not to mercy out and allow You to beat my ass until Your heart was content. The first strokes of my caning were so hard that You broke the first cane after 4 extremely hard strokes. You then went and retrieved another rattan cane and continued to beat my ass harshly. After about twenty five strokes, that cane also broke. You switched to one of Your metal canes and really laid into my ass. Each blow of that cane was extremely painful but i kept getting higher with each stroke. You beat my ass for quite a while with that cane and i was absolutely soaring from the severity of Your strokes on my ass. You switched to an even more severe cane and gave me 40 very hard strokes with that heavy cane. i could tell that You were really having a great time by Your heavy breathing each time You delivered a heavy blow of Your cane to my ass. It was time for You to really test me and You brought out both Your favorite cane and mine, the extremely nasty Le Brute. You gave me 20 very hard strokes with Le Brute and since You were in such a caning frenzy, You gave me another 20 even harder strokes on my ass. My ass was bleeding by this time and that pleased You very much. You went and got some paper towels and wiped the blood from my ass so that You could continue beating me severely. There was no way that You were going to grant me any mercy and You were trying to make me mercy out of the caning but obviously hoping i wouldn't so that You could continue to sadistically beat Your slave's ass. You took some time to put down some protection on the floor so that the blood from my ass from the caning would not get on the carpet. While You were putting down the protection for the carpet, You told me that there was no way that You were only going to cane my ass just twice a year on each of our birthdays and You didn't expect me to deny You the extreme pleasure of severely caning me more than twice a year. i readily agreed and suggested that since You had such a special fondness for the caning that You cane my ass at least four times a year. You eagerly agreed that this was a good idea going forward.
Once the carpet was protected, You decided to switch gears and beat my ass with some non cane implements. i am not sure what the first one was but i think that it was some type of paddle. You gave me twenty hard strokes with it followed by another 20 harder strokes. You were please but by this time You were enjoying Yourself so much that You brought out Your leather strap. You proceeded to give me 60 strokes with the strap, in series of twenty each. This bloodied my ass even more and You had to stop and wipe the blood from my ass with paper towels. Once You were done, You gave me several more strokes with the strap. To make sure that i was suffering for You, You untied the ropes on my nipples temporarily and then pulled them even tighter and tied them again on my back. My groans of pain from the pulling on my nipples gave You great pleasure of course.
Your special fondness for the cane was being satisfied but it was now time for You to ramp the caning up to an even higher level. You brought the Le Brute back out and gave me 60 more hard strokes with it. You would pause briefly after twenty strokes but You were so into caning my ass that it wasn't long before You resumed the assault on my bloodied ass. Once again, You had to blot the blood on my ass with paper towels so You could continue caning me since You certainly weren't done with caning my ass. I thought that my caning session was almost done but You once again beat my ass severely with another metal cane drawing even more blood on my ass. Once You finished caning me with the metal cane, You informed me that the final birthday caning was about to happen with 39 canes (to celebrate Your birthday) from Le Brute. i knew that these would be the hardest strokes even though my ass was already bloody. You didn't disappoint as You rained blow after hard blow with Le Brute upon my ass until You reached the count of 39 and then gave me another hard cane for good luck. You were in such a mood from caning me so harshly that You asked me if i would take more caning from You and since it was Your birthday week, i gladly responded yes and that pleased You very much. i was actually hoping that You would give me more hard strokes with Le Brute and was really glad when You asked if i would take more caning from You since i knew how much that it would please You. You gave me twenty five more extremely hard strokes from Le Brute and were finally satiated from caning Your masochistic slave. i was very glad that i had taken all the caning that You could give me and didn't mercy out even though the caning was so severe as i wanted to take the maximum caning for You for Your birthday.
You went and got more paper towels and wiped my bloody ass. You told me that You were going to put down some pads on the bondage table so that i could lay down on it once You had released me from the horse. Once the pads were on the bondage table, You undid the clamps that were holding my wrists together. You removed the leather wrist cuffs from each of my wrists and i stretched them. Next You removed the clamps from my thigh cuffs that we clamped to the horse and then proceeded to remove the thigh cuffs from me. You told me to slowly rise up from the horse and i did so pushing up with my hands with my knees still on the horse. When i lifted up with my hands, the pain from the alligator nipple clamps began to really intensify, which pleased You greatly. You removed the alligator clamps from my nipples and the pain was intense. i was able to get my knees off the horse and stood there for a while while with my hands still on the horse for balance.
You then lead me over to the table and positioned me near the center of it and told me to sit down on the bondage table. i did as i was commanded and then moved my legs down to one end and laid my head at the other end of the bondage table per Your instructions. Once i was situated properly on the bondage table, You told me that because i had taken such a severe caning for Your birthday celebration and had pleased You so much, You were going to reward me by allowing me to drink Your piss for You. i was extremely happy to hear that as i always am when You grant me this privilege and my mouth was eagerly awaiting drinking Your golden nectar. You retrieved the piss funnel and handed me the end of the tube and told me that i could hold the tube with my hands in addition to my teeth. You then proceeded to fill up the funnel with Your piss and lifted it up and Your piss began to flow into my eager mouth and down my throat. i continued to gulp Your piss between breaths until i had finished drinking all of Your piss. Of course, there was a second funnel full of piss and once You raised the funnel, i drank every last drop of Your tasty piss for You until there was none of it left in the funnel. This also pleased You very much.
You removed the hood from me and i laid on the bondage table for a while before getting up to shower. i was very, very pleased that i was able to take such a severe caning for my beautiful Mistress Georgia for Your birthday celebration since i know that it means a lot to You and it pleases You so very much.
Happy Birthday Mistress Georgia and thank You for allowing me to serve You and take all the severe sadistic tortures & canings for Your pleasure.
Your masochistic slave larry
Saturday, August 14, 2010
On every trip i make to see my Mistress my mind is flooded with thoughts of " Why am i doing this ?! Turn around now !!
There is still time to change my mind !" i tell myself. "Just tell Her that i became ill or that i got in a fender bender or something!!"
This time was no different. And like in the past i don't turn around. i continue to drive while my head spins dizzily with these thoughts of flight.
i continue to drive to Her because the reality is that while i dread what She might do to me i cannot imagine my life without Her.
i need my fix. She is my fix.
i have yet to be late even though i drive all the way from Santa Barbara which is 100 miles away!
At the start of the session i assume a variation of the Child's Pose, taken from .
my hands are up front, palms down touching the floor, providing a rest place for my head.
i must have been told to do this by Mistress years ago. i can't recall, it's been so many years now. i can barely believe it has been over seven years!
i am naked. i take a deep breath and wait. i feel queezy and excited.
i can hear Mistress step towards me. the sound of Her heels on the hard floor fills me with dread since this means that things are about to begin.
Mistress starts by lightly brushing the area between my balls and ass cheeks with her finger tips. i raise my ass to allow better access as She reaches in.
The electricity flows from Her fingers to my groin. my cock starts to come to life. Life is good. Life is very good.
She knows that i am a hopeless, pathetic and predictable male because from that point onward i will follow Her commands without hesitation. She is right.
"You look especially beautiful today, Mistress", i tell Her. i never tire of looking at my Mistress. She is beautiful like no other.
But this time instead of thanking me for complimenting Her She instead gets straight to business. It is apparent that She has a plan. No time to waste !
She pulls me up by my hair. "On your feet slave!"
"Stand over here slave and bend over the table. Put your hands and arms behind your back, face on the table. Maintain your balance!"
For the next few minutes no words are spoken other than "lift your arm a bit" and other commands such as that. Before i know it my arms are fully tied behind my back.
my body is roped to secure the "handcuffed" wrists. my ass is also roped so that my ass cheeks are spread. She applies KY jelly to my "man pussy".
She puts a spreader bar between my ankles, long enough to force my legs apart. She puts a gag in my mouth, tightly.
"Can you breathe slave? Let Me know if you can't." "Grunt" is all i could muster. She took that as "all is fine for now."
Mistress finishes me off by putting a blindfold on me as tightly as She can manage. Finished !
Gasp. Grunt. In went the cock with no warning and with full thrust to the top. i screamed with pain and panic.
"I am raping you slave and you're going to take it and take it hard and long." FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!
"you can't ‘mercy’ your way out of this slave, not this time. I won't let you!!"
i was in pain. i was in great pain. the hurt was too much. Tears flowed from my eyes as i took each thrust from Her.
i had to scream. i couldn't help it. but it didn't matter because the gag muffled my cries and Mistress had no intention of heeding my cries.
FUCK FUCK FUCK. my ass was tearing inside from the large cock and the merciless stabbing in my hole.
i tried to fight back by struggling but there was nowhere to go. i was tied, gagged and immobilized.
It was probably only three minutes or so but it seemed so much longer.
i collapsed from exhaustion and pain. my body lay limp. i wasn't going to fight it anymore. Fuck me!!
"Fuck me !! i don't care anymore. Fuck me !!
i give up !!" my spirit and my hole were no longer resisting.
Moments later Mistress eased up on the thrusting. She then gently laid Her body over mine.
i think She was exhausted and satisfied. Mistress sometimes shows affection when She is satisified. Maybe it was affection. That would be good.
i felt Her warmth. The pain inside me was subsiding. She pulled the cock out. It was big and made of hard plastic. She calls
this the agressive type of cock since it has no give, just hardness. Very good for raping a slave.
Minutes later i was freed. The blood starting flowing back into my arms and hands.
i felt flush with warmth from the ordeal. i managed to make it through and that pleased Her. i could tell.
Not that it mattered to Her but i too had enjoyed today's session.
It was time to shower and ready myself for the road trip back. As i showered and dried myself i realized that
my Mistress had taken this willing slave one step higher in the journey with Her. The lesson was clear. She didn't need to put it into words for me.
For Her, once i enter Her dungeon i am an object with no personality. i am there to be used by Her.
i am there for Her pleasure, not mine. i am good with that. Thank You Mistress for taking me on this wonderful journey with You.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The Chi Temple Mini Parties Presents: Anything Goes Debauchery Day!
Sunday, June 13th 2-5PM
Downtown, Los Angeles
Mistresses Damiana, Jezebel and Georgia are opening their dungeon doors to a day of debauchery. Would you like to do it with a blow-up pig in front of an audience, serve as a sissy spittoon, fall prey to a three Mistress gang-bang or show off your bizarre fetish? Humiliation is the name of the game so come one, come all, to the fetish event of the summer! Three hours of non-stop play as these Mistresses get their freak on –how far will you go? Sissies and fetishists are especially encouraged to attend.
The Chi Temple Mini Parties Presents: Tease & Denial: A Bondage and Sensation Play Party
Sunday, June 27th 2-5PM
Downtown, Los Angeles
Spend a Sunday draped in ropes, wraps, body bags and cuffs! Mistresses Damiana, Jezebel and Georgia want to capture you in their bondage web for several hours of non-stop play. A submissive can expect these Dominant Damsels to tease and deny with feathers, oil, vibrators and nails –oh my! Wanna go deeper? How about electrical stimulation, sounds, probing, nipple and cock torture? Any body part or crevice that hasn’t been bound will be played with and filled. This afternoon is a Mistress’s delight, come ready to please! This party caters to a range of player from light to heavy.
**Limited space for both parties is available so contact Mistress Georgia for more information and reserve your spot. All limits are respected and party masks/hoods are available to those that prefer anonymity.
Friday, April 30, 2010
The Temple Presents:
Afternoon Foot and “P” Party
Saturday, May 8th, 2PM
Now that warm weather is here to stay, Mistresses Damiana, Jezebel and Georgia are pulling out the slip on sandals and allowing chosen slaves to pamper their pedicured tootsies! Be the first to rub and suck on these Dominas’ sweet feet for a delightful spring treat!
Love Spring Showers? This party will also cater those thirsty for golden nectar provided by the Goddesses!
The Sentencing of a Slave
Saturday, May 22nd from 2-5PM
The moment you walk through the door, you sign your life away…for a few hours that is. You have been found guilty of certain charges that you must reconcile before being allowed entry back into the real world. At the sentencing, Justices Damiana, Jezebel and Georgia will publicly display your charge, then decide and deliver your just punishments for all to witness! Prisoners can expect canes, clamps, shackles and straps. Make no mistake; you will have no rights until Justice is served!
Please note that the Sentencing Party is extremely limited due to the intense nature of this party.
Contact Georgia if you're interested in attending either of these parties!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Standing naked in front of Mistress Georgia, she holds open the tights and orders me to point my toe like a ballerina. Pulling one leg of the nylon/supplex up to my knee, she makes me point my other toe and a moment later my legs are encased in white ballet tights. Stretching them over my little dolly, which is already beginning to drip with excitement, she yanks the tights over my plump sissy behind and all the way to my nipples before snapping the waist band like a giant rubber band. Enjoying the loud noise it makes, she continues snapping the waist band of the tights over and over until my skin turns red and I whimper and moan.
Mistress can't stop laughing at me.
Several toe points later I'm adorned with pink lace panties and matching bobbi socks. Mistress then drapes a silky pink baby girl nighty on me that doesn't come down far enough to cover my exposed dolly or lacy behind. After she ties the big bow in back, Mistress holds up the most humiliating part of my ensemble: Pink Mary Janes with little pink bows attached to the buckles. I squeal with shame as she buckles them onto my feet. Then stomp each one in protest much to Mistress's delight. "Objecting to your plight only makes you look more pathetic," Mistress says between laughs. "Now curtsey like a good sissy." I do as instructed while she adjusts the nighty so it hangs just right.
Telling me to put my arms over my head in ballet's first position, Mistress grabs my cock and balls. Pulls them out from under the tights, and begins attaching clothespins. I look like a pin cushion after she's attached 75 of them. With a lot left over she starts putting them on my nipples, ears, and on the underside of my arms. She then attaches a thin chord to the head of my penis, pulls it taught and ties it off to the arm of her throne.
Announcing that she's going to humiliate me on her blog for all the world to see, she orders me to hold my position while she begins snapping pictures of me in all my sissy shame. I whimper and moan as Mistress laughs heartily at the pictures of her pathetic sissy.
Telling me she wants to hear the clothes pins knocking together, she orders me to prance around the room. When she notices the nighty flaring out, she tells me to start at one end of her dungeon and do Cheney turns across the room like a ballerina spinning across the stage. Giggling as the nighty flutters like an open umbrella, she says she can't wait to make me perform at her next play party in front of an audience.
"It's time to sing," Mistress announces as I curtsey and begin singing "I Feel Pretty." The clothespins are so painful and embarrassing that I keep making mistakes. Each time I do Mistress orders me up to her throne, grabs the chord attached to my penis, and shakes it up and down casting a hurricane of sissy pain and humiliation through my privates. I beg Mistress to stop and whimper promises to do better, but as the pain increases I continue making mistakes until she finally offers to remove some of the clothespins, but not before I skip around the room three times and do twenty sissy jumps in front of her.
She takes off some of the clothes pins and I sing the song better and jump higher. Then, with a sinister smile on her face, she re-attaches all of them and tells me she won't take them off until I do it perfectly.
Sweating, shaking and feeling more intense pain and humiliation then ever before, I somehow perform it without messing up and Mistress smiles. "Very good," she says.I curtsey and pray she'll finally take off the clothes pins, but my ordeal is just beginning: "Now its time for you to sing 'Good Ship Lollypop,' but for that you'll need a costume change."
Fluffing up a pink tutu, Mistress helps me out of my sissy girl outfit and into a turtleneck, long sleeve leotard and pink ballet slippers. Putting on the leotard without removing any of the clothespins, Mistress maneuvers my privates around the crotch so they remain on display. With the tutu on, mistress orders me to do a few ballet jumps before curtseying and singing the famous Shirley Temple song a half dozen times.
When I am thoroughly humiliated, Mistress says she's going to allow me a release, but that I have to masturbate with all the clothespins still attached. I beg and plead with her to take them off, but she just laughs at how pathetic I am. "On your knees, sissy," she says as she pours some lube in my hand.
The only part of my privates not covered in clothespins is a tiny space on the head of my penis, but Mistress is so sexy and feminine, I'm able to masturbate just touching that one spot with my index finger. As I try to bring myself off Mistress whispers in my ear: "You know, sissy's have to learn how to suck cock."
"No, please Mistress," I whimper. "Please don't make me suck cock."
"You're going to suck a real cock," Mistress says. "And a hot load of come is going to shoot down your throat, sissy."
"Please, please, no," I beg as my little dolly drips a few drops of pathetic sissy cream onto a single sheet of paper towel.
"My, it certainly can't hold much. Good thing you're not trying to please a woman with equipment like that. Just wait till you're sucking a real cock and you have to swallow a full load of cum from a real man."
"No, please, no," I whimper as Mistress laughs at me.
Thinking my ordeal is over, I exhale and wait for Mistress to remove the clothespins. But I'm in for a surprise.
"You're not finished, sissy." Mistress says as she shoves a ball gag into my mouth. "You're out of shape and need to work on your stamina. Now, run around the room three times, and make it a nice, sweet, girly run."
I begin scurrying around the room in a wide circle as the clothes pins stretch my swollen dolly beyond its limits.
"Now SKIP!" Mistress shouts as I moan and whimper over the additional pain skipping causes.
"Stop!" Mistress says as I prance up to her and curtsey, hoping she'll end my shame.
But instead Mistress smiles. "Twenty sissy jumps! Now, jump!" Mistress commands as I begin jumping up and down in front of her. "Jump!," she laughs. "Jump SISSY! Jump SISSY! Jump like a SISSY!"
I moan and whimper until she finally says to stop.
"I've come up with your new name," Mistress says with a devious smile. "Tina Ballerina!"
I squeal behind my gag at being called such a humiliating girl's name.
"Okay, Tina. Skip around the room five more times. Your workout isn't done until I say it is!" Mistress orders as I continue skipping and prancing and, much to my shame and embarrassment, actually begin to get used to the sound of the rattling clothespins.