Ms. Penny Barber

The Simplest Secret of Sex

2012-01-02T09:12:00.000-08:00

I like to think that it applies to kinky playmates as well. Happy new year!

A Sweet Note From a Friend

2011-11-11T10:53:00.000-08:00

I am not usually one for testimonials, but some of them are just so sweet. This note meant a lot because it was sent by one of my first ever playmates. We've been switching for almost six years now, growing together and expanding our interests. He has a materials fetish, and focuses on spandex. I like dance wear quite a bit, so we usually enjoy Wolford tights, bodysuits, and other form-fitting garments together, as well as dangerously high heels, bondage, sensation play, and sensual switching.

I actually missed our first session together because I had scheduled a shoot with Chanta Rose for MeanBitches.com immediately before and didn't realize how long it would take to get from her studio to my play space. I still thank my lucky stars that he was persistent enough to schedule again. This is a trimmed-down version of the email he sent after our latest play date. Nothing has been added. Enjoy a glimpse into our time together!

Hi Penny,

Finally back from my travels and wanted to say thank you again for the best session yet. I would find myself in meetings the last couple days remembering some incredible moments, your sexy legs in those hot shoes, your breasts in the straight jacket, your beautiful face framed by the spandex hoodie, [EDITED]. Wow, wow, wow. You are a true artist, getting better and better at your craft. It was also great just talking to you before and after. You are such an intelligent and complex person. Hope to see you again soon.

All the best,
O

Give Me an A!

2011-11-01T14:26:00.000-07:00

Guess who's the proud new owner of a very tight, short cheerleader uniform.

So Many Mike

2011-10-14T16:41:00.000-07:00

When I first began advertising as a professionally dominant woman and still accepted phone bookings, I got a phone call from a young man who gave his name as Mike. When I made a little hmm noise, he asked, in a rather embarrassed way, if he should choose a different fake name. I've always felt that, if you're going to use a fake name, you should have fun and choose one heck of an alias. At least don't choose Mike!

Custom Sissy Panties

2011-10-09T20:34:00.000-07:00

I love day of the week panties, but they're very hard to find, especially in sissy sizes, but I just had to have them for my little sissy daughter, JB. We got some beautiful, custom, locking day of the week panties and they're just precious. Some of them are a little tight, so I suppose she'll just have to lay off the sweets!

Chaste Widdle Sissy

2011-06-26T13:08:00.000-07:00

My favorite little sissy plaything recently started a Tumblr (that is already very full, just like her little fairy balls) that documents her fantasies as well as all the dirty pictures she's been looking at. I know some Mistresses forbid their playthings from viewing adult material--or at least adult material not specifically for the sissy--but it's just too much fun to see what she finds. So many lovely images, so many titillating dreams. Of course she must be securely locked into her chastity device after having an "accident" while viewing such images.

If you share my love for feet, shoes, stockings, pantyhose, sissification, and orgasm control, you should visit ASAP.

Chaste Widdle Sissy

A Bruised Behind

2011-05-14T11:21:00.000-07:00

A sweet little sissy took these pictures in her bathroom mirror after a spanking session with yours truly. Don't her panties set off the marks nicely?

A Sweet Sissy

2011-03-22T19:06:00.000-07:00

A darling little diaper sissy was sweet enough to indulge me in a few quick snaps with my iPhone. Enjoy!

The Age Play and Diaper Fetish Handbook

2011-03-18T05:31:00.000-07:00

Penny Barber has put her years of experience as a diaper fetish model, AB/DL switch, and professional Mommy into The Age Play and Diaper Fetish Handbook: The Ultimate Guide to the World of AB/DL. It is the first complete resource for anyone who wants to know about the world of age players and diaper lovers. Perfect for professional players, the partners of AB/DLs, and AB/DLs themselves, The Handbook is packed with practical tips on everything from choosing the perfect diaper to administering AB/DL punishments to the best regression methods.

For more information, including pictures, an excerpt, the Table of Contents, and downloadable resources, visit AgePlayAndDiaperFetishHandbook.com.

Sabbatical

2011-02-23T14:54:00.000-08:00

I will be unavailable until mid-April at the earliest. To safe guard, I'm accepting sessions for mid-May. I figure that will give me enough of a cushion that I won't be stressed or in danger of canceling anything. Until then, thank you to D, A, and S for going beyond the call of submission to make me a little more comfortable and put a little more shine into my changing life.

New Dresses at La Maison

2011-02-06T14:11:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I was very excited to find that two new sissy dresses have been added to the wardrobe at La Maison. They're both wonderful quality from Hula Kula, a wholesale company that provides merchandise to Birch Place Shop.

The first dress is actually a babydoll nightgown in lavender-gray. It comes with matching tie-side panties and is just precious.

The second, which must be worn with a corset, is a white version of the Sasha Sweet dress. It reminds me of a glitz pageant dress for a little girl and is just so cute! It requires lots of petticoats to lift it high enough to show off a sissy's panties, but the layering is worth it.

A Sissy's Heartfelt Essay

2011-01-29T09:21:00.000-08:00

This is being re-posted from a sissy's private blog. She was, of course, informed that it would be before she wrote it. It's much sweeter than I had hoped for and I'm very proud to share it. I think she gives a very accurate representation of how I approach our time together.

One obvious reason why i should (and do) feel so privileged and honored and lucky to have my Mommy in my life as someone to explore my fantasies with is the sheer number of interests we share. In a world with a multitude of fetishes and fantasies and kinky interests, it is not difficult to find someone that shares one or two common interests (yay for the internet!). Some interests are quite common (foot fetish and foot worship, for example) while others are more rare (adult baby) in comparison. As my kinky lifestyle has progressed over the years, i my interests have expanded to quite broad set of fetishes and desires. From a pragmatic view, this should make it easy for me to find a suitable Mistress as practically any Mistress should share one or two interests in common with me. However, in sexual matters, when is anyone really pragmatic? Our sexual drives causes us to be selfish (yay for evolution!) and want all we can get. Thus i find myself looking for that partner who shares an interest in female domination (obviously), foot worship, sissification, Mommy-play, financial domination and hypnotism. Even in our age of Eros.com ads and websites by Mistresses with laundry lists of interests, finding someone with that combination of interests is a daunting task bordering on the impossible it would seem. However, in the guise of my Mommy, the impossible becomes possible and i have found that play partner who shares a common interest in all of these things. Indeed, i vividly recall browsing my Mommy's websites when i was searching for a new Mistress, and feeling things just clicking as any number of commonalities between us lined up. i would doubt there are more than a handful of Mistresses in the world that enjoy all these interests at the high levels that Mommy does .... and to find one in my own backyard makes me extremely fortunate! (And this is all when i was searching for a Mistress before i became so interested in infantilism, something that has grown from a mere curiosity to a strong fetish under my Mommy's guidance)

Yet for all the importance of shared interests, if the Mistress in question is not skilled in those areas, does it really matter. i, and anyone else who have played with my Mommy, have nothing to fear and everything to be thankful for in this regard when it comes to my Mommy. Mommy may be young in age (compared to myself especially) but Her level of skill and experience in Her profession is exceptional. From Her corporal punishment skills (surely some of the most painful punishments i recall) to Her ability to make a good widdle baby feel cozy and loved, Mommy excels at all She does. Her artist's approach to Her hypnosis recordings yield recordings you find only among the finest purveyors of the craft. i sense too few people know how skilled my Mommy is at hypnotism, but i am not one of them. i treasure each recording as a wonderful way to be close to my Mommy when we are apart and a terrific way for Mommy to mold me into what She wants me to become. The slight mention of hypnotism on Mommy's website, belies the skill She exerts in that field.

Mommy's skills, however, go far beyond what She can do with Her hands on a crop, or Her voice deep inside your mind. Mommy is excellent at training Her submissive charges. i hate to admit that i have misbehaved since i have met Mommy, but it is a fact (thankfully, the times is have been a bad widdle girl are few). Each time i have been bad and Mommy has deemed some punishment and/or corrective task is in order, what She devises always ends up being the most perfect remedy for that behavior. It is as if She has a mental Rolodex of transgressions and associated punishments/assignments. Has sissy behaved like she was a big girl, well then ten minutes spent on "her" tippy-toes in some ballet shoes whimpering in pain will remind her she is Mommy's widdle baby and not ready to wear heels. Is sissy not thinking like the submissive little sissy she is? ... writing assignment time, in pink marker, repeating "i am a submissive sissy no matter what". Mommy's creativity at crafting the perfect response to a sissy's transgression is matched only by the same creativity and perfect sense of what is right that Mommy brings to rewarding good widdle girls. Mommy knows the inside of the sissy mind better than any sissy, and effortlessly (at least it appears effortless, though this sissy does not discount that Mommy does invest much thought into such things) finds that reward to make a widdle sissy blush from joy as easily as finding the punishment that would make the same sissy repentant and remorseful.

Our shared interests and Mommy's skills are important reasons that i am privileged to be Her playtoy, but by no means the only reasons. Mommy's personality, both in and out of session, is something that just "clicks" oh so right with this widdle sissy. There is a common thread among many Dominant Females that domination and control must go hand in hand with the humiliation of the submissive partner. This, i find, is especially true among Female Dominants practicing financial domination. It seems that every Mistress interested in exploiting and enjoying the benefits of a submissive financial fetishist, feels the need to humiliate and demean their slave. i'm sure there must be numerous subs who respond to such humiliation in a positive manner, but that just isn't me. i long to feel appreciated by and thought fondly of my by Mistress. In my Mommy, i have found the welcoming, nurturing personality that makes me feel positive about the gifts and tributes i lay at Her Feet. i could never imaging my Mommy "flipping off" the camera as a response to a slaves generosity. my Mommy is far too refined for that ... and i love Her for it. She always makes every present i give Her feel like the best one yet!

One cannot consider the uniqueness of my Mommy, a true diamond among gems, without giving due respect to the paradox of Her youthful age versus the sheer wealth of experience and wisdom that is unmistakable in Her entire demeanor. This is especially true in age-play and infantilsm scenes. As these are some of Mommy's favorites, one should not be surprised at the skill she brings to them, yet still it is hard to describe how well She can make any middle aged man (or at least this middle aged sissy) genuinely feel twenty years younger than Her, rather than fifteen some years older. Were i told my Mommy's age before meeting Her, i might have misgivings that someone so relatively young could exert the confidence and demeanor of someone much wiser. No one should have any such fear about my Mommy. One gets sense that there is little She hasn't seen and that even her chronological elders like myself have much to learn from Her, both in and out of sessions ... and that feeling is a wonderful feeling to have towards one's Mistress or Mommy.

Additionally, one cannot think about my Mommy and the reasons i am so incredibly fortunate to be Her playtime sissy baby without mentioning Her sheer beauty. my Mommy is soooooooooo beautiful and such a joy to look upon, whether in photos, videos or (everyone's favorite) ... in person! Mommy has that classic beauty that makes all men and sissies simply melt to the floor. There is not a single part of Her Body that is not exceptional in its appearance. As i picture Her in my mind at this moment, there is not a single facet of Her countenance that can hold my undivided attention before it is drawn elsewhere. Her face, Her eyes, Her hair, Her shoulders, Her hands, Her amazing curves, Her tantalizing cleavage, Her lovely, succulent legs and Her hypnotizing Feet and Toes all make this widdle sissy turn into a puddle of mush whenever i am with Her ... or indeed whenever i pause and think about Her. She is a vision to behold and a joy to view. Anyone lucky enough to be in a room with Her is truly blessed.

Finally, one cannot consider how fortunate one is to be able to play with my Mommy without mentioning how She makes you feel about yourself. When i am with my Mommy, whatever we are doing, whatever fetish or fantasy we are playing out, seems the most natural thing of the world. i have never felt regret, misgivings or shame when i am with my Mommy or following Mommy's instructions. Mommy always makes me feel cared for and safe and like i'm Her special widdle sissy. Even when i am enduring Her harshest punishments, i know i am in Her capable hands. Everything She does to me and with me is for my own good, and i am so lucky to have a Mommy who cares so much like that. It would be easy for a Mistress to give a few minutes thought before going into a session with a playmate or client, but that isn't my Mommy. Though it all seems so natural for Her, one knows She has given full thought to all that happens and has the best reasons for what goes on. No sissy or submissive could ever want more than to experience that feeling of safety, caring and appreciation that Mommy gives.

my Mommy is so very, very, very special to me as i hope this essay has shown. i am incredibly lucky to be Her widdle sissy baby and to have Her in my life. i would be so lost without Her and i hope i never have to contemplate such a sad thought.

i love, love, love, LOVE You so much, Mommy!!!!

Your devoted, adoring and loving widdle baby girl,

j-b

New Sissy Make-Up

2011-01-20T21:11:00.000-08:00

A certain sissy was sweet enough to buy this kit for public use. It's still virginal, waiting for the first brush stroke. As you can see, it's filled with eye shadows in every shade, concealers, nail polishes, lipsticks, blushes, and more. So many possibilities...

Red and Gold Open Toed Heels

2011-01-20T13:29:00.001-08:00

The Best Lesbian Spanking Erotica

2011-01-03T20:02:00.000-08:00

By far my favorite erotica books are those published by the Wildfire Club. They are not strictly intended as erotica, but I think that the authors and the publishing company are intelligent enough to know that they are often received as such.

The best way I can describe them is lesbian science fiction spanking erotica set in a pre-1960s setting. Sometimes it is made clear that British women are role playing being in that setting, other times characters are purely represented as being fully in the fictional world. One of the books is presented as being from the future on Earth where there has been a return to corporal discipline in public institutions as well as private homes.

As far as I can tell, this is a complete list of the books available from the Club. Because the press was small and books that were never printed are sometimes referenced within the text and printed publication lists, it can be difficult to know whether or not there are more works available. Even establishing the author's name or the publication date can be tricky. The last Wildfire Club Book appears to have been published between 1997 and 1999.

But that's all just part of the thrill of the hunt. I'm always on the lookout for more! The books I own are marked with an asterisk.

They're really wonderful, describing spankings in a rose-colored sensual light that I've not seen elsewhere. Most spanking erotica is either very stern or very saccharine. Only the books put out by the Wildfire Club strike a balance that really makes me yearn to give a spanking. The biggest difference may be that Wildfire books tend to dwell on the after affect of a spanking, rather than the building up to it or the sensation of the actual spanking. It's rather like feminine pornography that focuses on the afterglow of orgasm rather than the build-up, as in of male-centered pornography. Instead of longing for a spanking because of something that will disappear, the reader is left longing for a spanking because of what will remain.

In the Wildfire universe of Aristasia, spankings are delivered for discipline, but there's usually an undertone of love and a joy in discipline for the sake of improvement, but it's not overly romantic. Spankings are meant to hurt, as indeed they should!

A documentary about the type of role play described in the books is posted below. It's in three parts, but I highly recommend it. Unfortunately, biological males are not invited to participate for a variety of reasons, but it still makes for a lovely fantasy!

New White Gloves

2010-12-01T18:57:00.000-08:00

I indulged my glove fetish and purchased two pairs of vintage gloves, one in kid leather, one in leatherette. They feel soft against my skin and put me in the mood for discipline, especially with a hairbrush from my purse, or the high heel straight from my foot.

Maison Close

2010-11-23T16:32:00.000-08:00

Good Vibes Magazine: The Pregnant Pro Domme

2010-11-20T15:33:00.000-08:00

I recently had an article posted to the Good Vibes Magazine Blog.

I had been working in the adult industry for five years and as a professional dominatrix for three when I found out I was, well, knocked up. I was unmarried, uninsured, and, though I’m pro-choice, knew with all my heart that I wanted to be a mom.

This had always thrown my coworkers, whether photographers, clients, or fellow adult actresses or dominatrixes, but I have a strong maternal side and love kids. I even worked as an au pair and at a nursery when still in high school. And who knows? That shy teen you hire to watch your two-year-old may also one day be available...

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Minor Site Updates

2010-09-24T17:12:00.001-07:00

There have been a few small changes to my site. Nothing that changes the overall content, but little improving tweaks, including some new pictures in the gallery. Can you find Waldo?

A Favorite Solution

2010-09-09T18:20:00.000-07:00

As has been occasionally discussed elsewhere, I am an enema enthusiast. This surprises some, as any form of scat play is a hard limit, but I greatly enjoy administering enemas and the humiliation that comes even with the expulsion of clean, clear water, which is the only type I allow in my scenes.

When administering an enema, I prefer my playmate to bring his or her own equipment. Of course there are bags and douche style, Fleet enemas available for those who cannot or will not bring their own, but these are cheap and disposable and my favorite way to administer an enema is with a large, red bag or, even better, a bulb syringe.

The bag is appealing because of the visual it offers, standing out against a while wall, bulging with solution. The clicking of the flow control is also rather satisfying--or ominous, depending which side of the nozzle one is on. And the speed of the flow can be increased or decreased by raising or lowering the bag.

The syringe, on the other hand, allows for the over the knee positioning I find so appealing. It leaves the hind quarters vulnerable and the syringe must be filled over and over again. One can count the fillings, while one cannot always see the bag draining. The open basin can also allow the scent of a lavender or peppermint solution to waft around the room.

Peppermint oil is by far my favorite additive to enema water. It is mild, but still smells strongly and is deeply cleansing. Of course castile soap and other mild soaps, such as a dissolved bar of Ivory soap, are also useful, especially for institutional enemas. Other favorites include milk, olive oil, and baby oil.

I usually give warm enemas over cold, but the cold enema does have its place in the realm of punishment, often combined with punishment while waiting for the water to take its effect, though of course I like to do that anyway. Seeing a reddened tush in a corner, wiggling from side to side in an attempt to hold something in is more fun than watching a pale, untouched bottom.

As for retaining the solution, I prefer diapers over plugs to avoid leaks. If a playmate simply cannot abide diaper discipline, he or she is never taken far from the toilet and absorbent pads--more or less flat diapers laid upon the floor--are used instead. I've had mixed success in using plugs. Not only to they leak, but they must be removed to expel and usually a warning comes to late to allow me to remove the plug myself. I think they're an idea better suited to fiction or those with an interest in scat play.

I used to don a plastic apron for administering an enema, more for the ritual and institutional feel, and because it went so well with an adult baby's plastic pants, than for any protection, but it has since deteriorated and needed to be discarded. I've yet to find another to my liking, but do keep an eye out.

A Secluded Surprise

2010-08-28T19:58:00.000-07:00

Pony play is one of those forms of play that so many Mistresses fantasize about, but that we rarely find submissives for. Every Mistress I've ever spoken to has adored pony play. The submissives just don't seem keen. Perhaps it's just the adult version of little girls loving horses and boys not really caring one way or another. However, I thought it worth mentioning that if you really want to inspire and surprise your Mistress (hint, hint), asking about some pony play is a great way to do it!

Last Wednesday, Madam Wilcox and I did a bit of shooting for a pony play instructional video. Of course I was the pony girl, as I was in The Human Pony and the Pro Dommes & Beyond calendar. It's a submissive role that still allows me to feel powerful and it's one hell of a workout! If you think you know pain, try running around in the sun in a full body suit and leather tack for a few hours while a woman pulls you this way and that!

The shoot immensely enjoyable, but what I especially liked about it was being introduced to a place where weekday, outdoor pony play was possible. I won't go too far into detail here for fear of spoiling it, but Madam Wilcox had discovered a beautiful horse arena that was virtually abandoned. A jogger or two did happen by, but they mostly stayed away and the few that did pass us completely ignored the curious scene. I would love to repeat it from the other side of the reins. ;)

A Plan for K

2010-08-17T18:54:00.000-07:00

K arrived at La Maison in a suit, tie, and Oxfords. What a big boy. He has, however, shown himself to be a whiny little baby on many occasions. He is very needy and can't take even the lightest spanking. This is not to mention that he shops online like crazy, spending hundreds of dollars every day on things that he simply doesn't need. When he came to me and asked for help in fixing this behavior, I knew just what to do.

K admitted to a fixation on two things: women's high heels and diapers. He couldn't explain either fixation (who ever can?), but he thought I would find the information helpful in getting him under control.

He gave me his limits, which ran the basic lines of no marks, no extreme pain, and so on. He would most likely be discovering new limits in the course of play, since he has very little experience and wanted to be experimented with, and understood this. Yet he also understood that he would not like everything done to control his behavior.

We began with a detailed inquiry into his personal life. What was it like at home? How was work? How often did he have sex? What was a typical weekend? How was his access to discreet cash? Did he have a hiding place? What were his recreational habits? As he sat on the chair before me, I could see him becoming less and less comfortable as I made notes on my yellow legal pad, often with disapproving little grunts. He was given the option of withholding information that he felt was too sensitive, but not of lying. Never, ever is he to lie to me, not if he wants my help.

Once the interview was concluded, he was instructed to strip down and an invasive physical was begun. K was poked, prodded, and exposed. His member proved to be very responsive, but a chastity device brought it under quick control, or at least left him groaning uncomfortably. When he asked if it was really necessary, he was given the option of upgrading to electrical correction, which he declined with a humble, "I'll be good."

A complete dossier was compiled on K and he was instructed to report back in two weeks to find how his new life has been planned out. The chastity device was not removed. Stay tuned!

Focus

2010-08-07T11:19:00.000-07:00

His arms bound overhead, his legs spread wide with a bar, there is no way he can escape. He can dance back and forth, but with a knife in my hand, does he really want to? His testicles are bound tightly with rubber bands. They seem to throb, ready to burst. Inexplicably, he is erect. Perhaps he is enjoying it while he still can.

I draw the blade across his cheek, gently. He dares not flinch, but a bead of sweat rolls down his nose and his eyes water. I give his boys a gentle squeeze.

"These really are the problem, here. They're what got you into this mess in the first place."

He chances a breath to murmur agreement.

I trace the contours of his body with the blade, enjoying the way it controls his breath, the way it focuses his attention.

"And would you like always to be obedient? To be completely free from your own will? To be ruled by Me rather than by the cycles of biology?"

He murmurs again, but this time I insist on a clear answer. "Yes, Mistress."

"And what if I want a girl slave instead of a man?"

I prick the skin of his testicles and penis with my knife and his eyes water, but he still agrees to follow My whim, for better or worse, in his entirety or in parts.

"Wonderful."

Leather and Gold

2010-07-29T12:58:00.000-07:00

Two lovely gifts: leather pants, backed with spandex for a perfect fit (and dancewear fetish) and gold platform shoes. Thank you to R and J.

Changes for Susan

2010-07-26T21:27:00.000-07:00

Humiliation is an important part of Susan's training. It keeps her docile and sweet, making her a more appealing sissy. I spend a lot of time thinking about how best to humiliate Susan while keeping within the bounds of what is allowed by the Sissification School Board when it occurred to me that for a very long time, Susan had skipped out on something very simple that really is for her own good. It's something that every girl goes through and that a few lucky sissies do, too. Susan was due to get her period.

When Susan came in, I blindfolded her in order to dress her. This was a major deviation from our normal routine, so she knew something was up. Once she was dressed, her hair done and a little bit of simple make-up applied, I told her to go to the restroom and brush her teeth, use the toilet, and just generally make sure she was ready for her day at school. Susan knows better than to argue with me about whether or not she has to go, so she just went into the bathroom like a good girl.

As she brushed her teeth like a good girl, I slipped into my vintage style nurse uniform and cap and laid out a few things I'd prepared earlier. Then from the bathroom came a loud, girlish shriek. Susan had discovered the red stain in her panties!

Instead of finishing her toilet, she came rushing out, her excitement tempered with dread. Her shock at finding she was suddenly a woman was added to by the shock of seeing me in a nurse's uniform, another first for her.

Susan has a bad habit of putting her fingers in her mouth when she's excited, surprised, or afraid and being all three now, her fingers were again in her mouth. A quick order to hold out her hand for five slaps with a wooden paddle on each hand fixed that quickly enough and she was ordered to strip, put on a robe, and climb up onto the antique, green leathered exam table.

Her legs spread and her knees pointing to the sky, I proceeded to give Susan a very thorough exam. Her temperature was taken and she was examined with pen light and speculum. She shivered the whole time and even got a little wet. When you're a chaste little school sissy any attention at all is enough to get you excited!

I also gave Susan the rest of a basic exam, weighing her, listening to her heart, and checking her eyes and ears. In her shock at pulling down her panties, she had forgotten to actually use the restroom, so a urine sample was also taken as she squatted on the toilet, legs apart and I stood by holding the cup as she looked shyly away.

Of course, there was only one conclusion to draw. Susan would need sanitary pads. Of course, like any school nurse worth her salt, I was stocked with a good supply in all different forms. Poor Susan spent the next half hour being fitted for a sanitary pad, having to model them beneath her uniform skirt before I finally prescribed a single, un-gummed, overnight pad in a sanitary belt. And six strokes with the leather strap to the back of the legs was added to her punishment for soiling her panties and not even thinking of washing them out in the sink like a good girl.

From then, we proceeded to Susan's lessons. She had written an essay on an Angela Brazil novel she'd just read. When she received her caning for mistakes she'd made in it, the sanitary pad made a very amusing sound. Being sent home, Susan had to continue to wear her pad and, since I wouldn't be there to help her through the first scary night, I tucked a diaper into her bag as well with strict instructions to wear it to bed.

Here's a fun video that might help other sissies going through a similar change...

The Power of Vintage

2010-07-21T11:57:00.000-07:00

I've been a fan of vintage lingerie for a long time. I adore everything from corsets to garters with proper metal clasps to bullet bras. I'm sure you can also appreciate the power of my favorite green girdle dress and full fashion stockings just waiting to be worshiped.

Tighter

2010-07-18T18:54:00.000-07:00

On his knees, with his legs spread, his soft and delicate member is presented to me to do with as I please. It's so unassuming when it's small! How could it cause so much trouble?

Of course, all that is required to fix it is a little length of rope, no more than twenty-four inches or so. Folded over and tied tightly, there is little he can do with it now.

As I bend down to test his bonds, he groans softly. The sight of my ample bosom is causing the little length of rope to grow tigher. His distress inspires me to give him a playful tug.

"Does that hurt?"

He can't answer. He only rolls his head back and bites his lip.

All saccharine sweetness I trace his ear with my finger as I purr again, "Does that hurt, little boy?"

"Yes, Miss!"

I trail my nails down his chest and find his delicate nipples. A slow twist and again he moans, craving my touch, yet fearful of the pain it will bring. He has not released in a month and is desperate for something, anything, and I know all his peccadilloes and passions.

I draw a stockinged foot across his neck and he eagerly inhales my perfume. I allow him to kiss one pedicured toe before I again grind a heel into his sensitive nipple. His hope for release swells and ebbs, swells and ebbs. Is there truly hope for him?

It depends only on my whim.

Pierced

2010-07-07T15:37:00.000-07:00

The very special pain of piercing lends itself well to hypnosis. As a hypnotist, I really enjoy making recordings. I get to play with different techniques at will, go over my script with a fine tooth comb, and mix in all sorts of fun sound effects, subliminal messages, and music. I suppose making a recording is more about me and of course as a nerd, I like to sit and play with my computer for hours and hours. However, a live induction is very different. I get to see you react, I can change what I'm going to say to fit the exact mood. I can also use different sensations and physical cues, one of my favorite being piercing.

The very sharp pain of being penetrated by a needle focuses the mind wonderfully. It slides in just to the surface of the skin, separating it from the rest of the body, if only for the thickness of a pin. It keeps me close to my partner, unlike flogging or other forms of impact play, but still allows me freedom of movement. And of course I hope the metaphor of my piercing your skin as I pierce your mind is not wasted.

A Sore Hand

2010-06-24T11:50:00.000-07:00

To accompany a soon-to-be-sore bottom.

Becky's Place

2010-06-18T21:58:00.000-07:00

The account of my latest session is in narrative form for entertainment purposes only. All scenes are negotiated in advance and take place between consenting adults.

My sissy niece Rebeca has recently come to stay with me in my home. Sadly, her parents' lives were cut short, but out of this tragedy, I've gained a sweet little sissy daughter and have decided to do my best to raise her as an old fashioned, sweet little girl. Her mother and father were rather lax in her upbringing, allowing her to wear pants and shirts like a boy. They even allowed her to cut her hair short and wear boyish underwear!

Immediately upon her arrival, I presented Rebeca with more appropriate clothes. Her new wardrobe consisted of a beautiful pale pink chiffon dress, a pink satin dress, a few cotton dresses, a pretty satin pinafore, patent leather shoes, and white socks with ruffles. For some reason, Rebeca didn't appreciate these wonderful gifts and, stamping her foot, refused to be a good girl. She felt that the other girls would tease her and that she would never be able to make any friends, to which I responded that she would only be associating with other young ladies who were similarly dressed and properly submissive. Still, Rebeca insisted that she would continue to dress however she wanted, even if she wanted to dress like an unkempt boy.

Of course, I know just how to deal with naughty, willful girls. They all think that their behavior is new to me, but it's the same old story and, more often than not, a bad attitude can be adjusted with a good, sound spanking.

Thus, I took naughty little Rebeca and pulled off her nasty, boyish clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. There was no need to waste time folding them, as they were to be incinerated. A few firm swats kept her more or less complacent as I dressed her in her new chiffon dress and even a pretty, pigtailed wig, but only when she was appropriately dressed like the adorably little lady that she truly was did I take her over my knee.

Spanking a squirming little girl is so much more fun when she's wearing appropriate clothes. I love to see powerless little legs kick while wearing Mary Jane shoes and see ruffles and lace tossed about with each stroke of my hand. And isn't it nicer of me to pull up a nice pair of silky panties over a freshly spanked bottom than some rough, cottony underclothes?

Once she was appropriately dressed and thoroughly chastised, Rebeca and I discussed how she would be spending her summer. Like so many girls her age, she wanted to earn a little extra pocket money. How fortunate that a friend of mine was looking for a part-time maid! I explained to Rebeca that she would most likely be kept in uniform and that this friend of mine spanked her maids if they deserved it and that Rebeca would get no special treatment just because she was my niece! Upon hearing this, she began to have second thoughts. I may just have to march her up to the door and force her into maid service!

To be continued...

The Babysitter

2010-06-13T09:25:00.000-07:00

The role of the bratty, domineering teen is one that I often enjoy as a top, whether as a daughter, school girl, or, in this case, babysitter. O appeared quite confident in his email, even a little arrogant. When he arrived for the session, he strode right in and began marching down the hall. Standing calmly by the door, I asked if he had been there before. He stopped short and said that, no, he had not. Smiling, I advised that perhaps he should wait for me then. From there he became much more pliable. Perhaps it was seeing that I am, indeed, a person. Or perhaps he was just nervous.

We sat and talked for a few minutes in the sitting room. O was a disposable diapers and plastic pants kind of guy. For a long time I was, too, but now I'd say that I've branched out, though I may just be in a phase. (My fetishes ebb and flow.) He was also looking to try out spanking again, which had gone wrong the first time he'd tried.

O had gotten over this, but novices seem to come in two types: those who think that they wouldn't enjoy a "real spanking" and only want a sensual spanking and those who seem to think that a "real spanking" is somehow superior to a sensual one, though of course a "real spanking" is given by someone the spankee rarely finds attractive and only lasts a few minutes at most. Over time, there is usually a degree of compromise, with those fearful of a real spanking taking one much harder than they might have believed themselves capable of not only bearing, but enjoying. Those who feel that a sensual spanking somehow wouldn't count generally learn to enjoy their spanking and the sensual drawing out of it, the ticking tracing of fingers during intermediate chastising, the search for that one sweet spot that will make a submissive's back arch so becomingly. While I don't deny the good, moralizing effect of a "real" or punishment spanking, rather I enjoy it very much, I do tend towards more sensual spankings, which are nonetheless very firm and hard, but that teach a lesson by their positioning, their caring or stern application, and the verbal chastisement that accompanies them.

The scenario was that O was an unruly teen and I was his sitter. His parents were out of town for the week. On our first night together, O had gone out and gotten drunk (pissed, in fact!), then come home and wet the bed. Not only that, but he'd left his wet sheets for me to clean up! Obviously, I was ticked off!

Taking O into his room, I told him that his behavior was unacceptable and that I intended to do something about it. He didn't seem to be taking me seriously. At one point, I mentioned that he hadn't even apologized, something that always produces an immediate apology, though of course I say it doesn't count under that circumstance. O's response? "Why should I apologize? It was an accident."

There was clearly no need for further discussion. I stripped O of everything but his underwear and pulled him over my lap. The first flurry of swats was lighter and placed over the expanse of his bottom, my hand lifting up to skim his cheeks, pulling the skin so that it jigged in the thin cotton of his boxer shorts. O was not a wiggler, as most males are not. More's the shame! I love having a naughty, squirming, spanked boy in my lap. However, I feel that leg kicking is strictly for sissies.

As O's bottom became accustomed to being spanked, growing warmer and more yielding, I slipped down his underwear and began to spank his bare bottom, reddening it first with my bare hand, then with a heavy wooden hairbrush. O would tell me later that he actually found the hairbrush difficult to bear, but he did so stoically. It is always my advice to a spankee that letting it out in shrieks, moans, and even a little struggling can make a spanking that much easier to take.

From there, I placed O in diapers, after securing his promise to do exactly what I said for the remainder of our time together. After all, as I had taken a few snaps of him lying unconscious in his wet bed on my cell phone, how could he deny me? He proceeded to wet every single diaper I had with me. Seriously, he wet four or five diapers in about an hour! I couldn't believe it.

O also spent some time in the corner, with more swats to keep his bum red. Beyond that, most of our time was spent just changing diapers with lots of baby powder, baby lotion, baby oil, and more.

What's Been On My Mind Lately...

2010-06-11T22:47:00.000-07:00

...full fashion stockings.

Types of Hypnosis

2010-05-28T11:03:00.000-07:00

Even clients that I see who have some experience with hypnosis usually have questions about its application, purpose, and success rate as well as questions about my style as a hypnotist. Of course I also did a podcast on hypnosis a while ago, but so many of my playmates have moved beyond those first tentative steps and need something a little more.

Most of the time when a new playmate approaches me about hypnosis, they are in fact asking about something more akin to stage hypnosis or hypnosis role play than actual therapeutic hypnosis. Now there is nothing wrong with either kind, but the perception seems to be that genuine hypnosis is preferable somehow or will result in a deeper submission. This is not always the case, though. And they don't have to be used separately either. They can work together to deepen submission and give a more enjoyable experience.

What I will call here "therapeutic hypnosis" is what a therapist might use to help a client overcome some mental block or resolve some traumatic issue. It is driven by a clearly-stated goal, towards which the client is directed via the hypnotist's word choices and post-hypnotic suggestions. The goal is to change behavior or perceptions to allow the client to lead a happier, more fulfilling life.

Generally the script for this type of hypnosis has a longer induction and uses more analogies. There is also more repetition. Language is used to empower the client to change his behavior and perceptions using his own innate abilities. However, as the client obviously does not know how to bring about these changes on his own, he is actually less in control of the session and script than a client interested in hypnosis role play might be. The script also tends to be less sexual, but more sensual in that it plays upon the senses to deepen trance. For example, lighting, music, and scents might be used to ease the transition into trance.

Though I'm calling it role play hypnosis, this type of hypnosis often does result in the client actually entering a trance. However, the only goal is ongoing enjoyment. There is no goal that can be met that will end the client's interest in hypnosis. It is about the fantasy of losing control to a beautiful woman who tinkers with your thought processes. Rather than being discreetly led, the client gains satisfaction from being controlled and feeling helpless.

The client who is interested in role playing hypnosis will have certain expectations about how he will feel once he has been hypnotized. Often this fantasy includes post-hypnotic amnesia. I had one client complain that he wasn't experiencing it, to which I simply responded, "How do you know?" As the client is chasing a feeling with this type of hypnosis, he is often more involved in developing the script, a minor paradox since he wants to feel controlled. The script is often more sexual with less time spent on the induction than on the body and more dirty words are used. For this type of hypnosis, I'm more likely to use a prop, like a pendulum or pocket watch, since the focus is on the sexual and using something like that allows the client to focus on the prop, which is often swinging back and forth before my decolletage!

While in the context of dominance and submission hypnosis is purely recreational (if you are genuinely looking for therapy, you need to see a licensed therapist), I would say that role play hypnosis is more entertaining than therapeutic hypnosis. Both types of hypnosis are useful tools for deepening the submission of a playmate and invite a special intimacy between hypnotic mistress and hypnotized slave.

Good, Clean Thoughts

2010-05-26T11:31:00.000-07:00

While I am a sensual Mistress, one area of play where I'm able to divorce myself from the overtly sexual elements of a scene is age play. K contacted me about experiencing a more realistic age play session. When he had pursued such sessions in the past, they had devolved into a sex show or even FBSM. This was not the type of release he was looking for.

The scene revolved around punishment (his first spanking scene!), potty training, and of course regression. I would be playing the role of his Auntie Penny and K would be my visiting nephew. I suggested that he was having bedtime accidents, which he felt should be due to insufficient potty training by his parents. We discussed safe words and other basics of negotiation, then dived right in.

I left for a moment to allow K to compose himself, then returned en role, telling him that I wanted a word with him in the other room. I had K sit down and proceeded to chastise him very thoroughly. I pulled all the stops, being sure that my voice was nothing but condescending, maternal, and brisk, with hints of deep anger. There was nothing sensual in my reprimand.

And yet K could not help but giggle! He had warned me that this was something that happened in his previous sessions. Obviously he wasn't taking his verbal punishment seriously. Sternly I asked what was so funny.

Nothing but giggles answered me.

Taking K by the ear, I led him into the kitchen and made him stand by the sink while I grabbed a fresh bar of Ivory soap from the bathroom. I placed a glass of water next to him, laid out a white hand towel, and unwrapped the soap. K was visibly nervous. We had not discussed mouthsoaping, but it was clear that something was necessary to show him that I meant business and that I could really punish him, if I so chose. I asked if his mouth had been washed out with soap before and he said that, no, it hadn't. Good, then this would be the ameliorating, awakening action he so clearly needed.

As I slid the soap into his mouth, K's eyes widened and watered. He clearly wasn't enjoying the soap. I've never had much of a problem with Ivory soap, but it always seems very unpleasant for those taking it for the very first time. I only left it for a few seconds before putting it down on the towel and allowing K to spit and rinse his mouth with the water. However, I made sure that he knew that the soap was still available, resting on the towel.

The effect was immediate and very satisfying. K went instantly from being a role player who felt rather silly to a chastened little boy who was ashamed at being punished by his stern Auntie.

From there, I administered a sound spanking to K's recalcitrant bottom, giving him a simultaneous tongue lashing that he seemed to feel much more acutely this time around. It was a punishment spanking, but had to be given slowly to avoid marks. I didn't want K's phantom Mommy and Daddy to think I'd been too hard on him! ;)

The scene ended with two big bag enemas to force K to go potty before bed. I made it very clear that I wasn't going to be washing any more sheets!

Naughty Little Switch

2010-05-21T21:17:00.000-07:00

I like to think that I'm stronger than the average woman. Being a professional Mistress will do that. Spanking a naughty slave boy for thirty minutes can really tone one's arms and walking around in six-inch fetish heels is quite a workout for one's calves. And yet I'm always shocked when a grown man can't take punishment that I've taken a dozen times or more.

I don't sub much anymore. I use myself as a measure against potential dominants and they often fall woefully short. I don't mind if someone is inexperienced, but he must be willing to learn. I do occasionally find a dominant playmate who understands the human body, respects my limits, and can dominate me in a way that shows he knows that pain is a pleasure in its own right and how to use it to get the most of me. I enjoy these sessions and wish that there were more such dominants in the world, but am not willing to lower my standards. I offer the best experiences to my submissives. Why should I settle for anything less?

Whenever I have a submissive who wants to learn to push his limits, I always promise him that I will not ask him to endure anything that I have not endured myself. And when I say that, I don't mean that it is something I've done once or twice, but that it is something I have suffered and come through time and time again, something that I will continue to come through.

Many Mistresses who switch in private decide to present themselves only as dominant and I can understand why. During the brief period when I was not subbing for medical reasons, I had a number of wonderful submissives tell me that they had only come to see me because they felt unable to visit a woman who openly switched, though they had their eye on me for some time, sensing that we would enjoy each other's company.

Deciding to go back to switching professionally was a difficult process. While overall I enjoy more of the sessions when I dominate, there are a few experiences in my Session Hall of Fame in which I was switching. Did I really want to give those up? I decided not--at least for now.

I also enjoy being able to lord my high pain tolerance and deep submission over my own submissives. When one pony boy claimed he couldn't continue to jog around my little space any longer, I stopped him and asked if he thought he could pull a one-hundred twenty pound woman in a sulky around Golden Gate Park. Flushed, out of breath, and thoroughly in his pony state of mind, he could only shake his head. Funny, because I had. While I wasn't going to push him beyond his limits, I did enjoy pointing out that he wasn't the big, strong beast he thought he was after all!

It gives me a great sense of superiority to know that my delicate, feminine body has more stamina, endurance, and fortitude than that of a grown man!

Susan in School

2010-05-19T19:32:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I had a great session with Susie, a lovely little sissy who likes to role play as a school girl. I say Sue is a sissy because she is a male who likes to dress, act, and be treated like a female, but our play is much less, shall I say, ruffled, than play with the average sissy. She is a more genuine school girl, rather than an ultra-feminine one. While I usually prefer the super-frilly aesthetics of the sissy school girl, I prefer the institutional discipline administered to the truer-to-form school girl and we get along quite well as pupil and Headmistress.

Sue wears a genuine school uniform, which we purchased from French Toast. I selected it to match the one I actually wore to school, just to make myself laugh and because it actually was a very nice uniform. She is a 32" waist, so she can wear the size 16 quite comfortably. Her uniform consists of a skirt, blouse, cross tie, sweater, knee socks, saddle shoes, and white cotton panties. Usually her hair is in pigtails, but this time she just wore a side bow.

Sue is probably the most disciplined school girl that ever was. Everything is a punishable offense. To begin with, when Susie arrives, I answer the door and show her into the sitting room, where she is left to change. I don't often leave playmates alone to undress, but Sue just feels so unnatural in her male attire, that I really don't like to look at her. Besides, she has other tasks to complete.

Her uniform will be left neatly on the leather couch. She changes into it and leaves her old clothes draped on the valet. She is allowed to touch a lipstick to her lips and fix her hair in the vanity mirror before taking a chair into the Parlor. She is to get everything ready: lay out the implements I will use, arrange the spanking horse, lay out her composition book, and be sitting up straight like a good girl before I come to her. During this time I've been getting myself in order, perhaps getting a glass of water, going over her previous composition once more, or just straightening my stockings.

When I enter the room, Sue is to stand and greet me. Then she presents herself for uniform inspection. Are her socks straight? Are her shoes tied prettily? Is her hair in order? Is her shirt tucked in? Are her panties bunched? Is there any lint on her skirt? She has yet to get it completely right. This is my first opportunity to punish her, usually by caning her calves, as was the case yesterday.

From there I go over the errors of fact, style, grammar, and penmanship in her latest essay. Each time I see her, I issue Sue with a new assignment to be written in one of her two composition books. We trade off so that each of us always has one. She completes her assignment in the book she takes home and I correct the one I keep with a jaunty red pen. Her latest was a fun read, "Feminine Fashions That Have Been Adopted by Men". Evidently cuff-links were originally worn by women!

Still, it fell short of my expectations. What makes this assignment more difficult is that little Susie is not permitted to type her essay out beforehand and may only check her spelling in the dictionary. I also correct her style. Of course she may make notes by hand before beginning to write, but the end result must be handwritten in her composition book, double-spaced, in black ink. I believe she received ten strokes on the hands with the strap.

After she was issued with her next assignment, I took my seat and Sue, seated in front of me, was made to recount everything naughty she had done since we last saw each other. As usual, she had touched herself while looking at my picture and trying on a pair of my stockings. She had also been intoxicated not once but twice and failed to hold the door for an older woman. Usually she has also cussed, but I think her last punishment session with a prolonged genital torment may have cured her--at least temporarily.

The rest of our time together was spent with my cleansing Susan of these misdeeds by any means necessary. She was punished severely, with her uniform slowly coming off. First her skirt was lifted, then removed. Her blouse was undone and taken off. Eventually she was stripped of everything but her cross tie and hair bow! And her bottom and thighs positively glowed.

When I felt she had been thoroughly chastened, I had her lie down on the table and I rubbed something soothing into her welts. Sue always becomes excited when I do this, so it is necessary to milk her to prevent her from disgracing herself.

I assure you I only have her best interests at heart!

A White Girdledress

2010-05-14T20:07:00.000-07:00

A gift from a sweet little sissy, with my favorite shoes.

The Training of R

2010-05-12T15:33:00.000-07:00

I believe I have acquired a lovely new femme slave, R. She arrived at the space with a bottle of white wine, which we sipped while getting to know one another. She's very careful with her speech and looked so charming sitting on the leather couch, reaching for just the right words. Some cross-dressers and transgendered people manage to look the part even when attired as their biological sex. R was one of those, with smooth skin, a mess of dirty blonde curls, and a lavender shirt, open at the neck to show a sexy vee of pristine skin. Unfortunately, she was also wearing men's boxer briefs! It was so against everything else about her that it rather threw me when I first discovered it.

To begin with, I undressed my new little subbie and dressed her in some black lace panties fixed with a spray of rhinestones. The only other adornment she was allowed was a matching set of white leather cuffs and collar, decorated with tiny pink roses.

Just before I placed the collar on her, I explained that I was going to spank her, that it was going to hurt, and that it was going to last for a long time. And it did.

Though R professed to be a slut and a whore, she looked very little girly over my lap. She kept her arms close to her body twitched, and may even have been crying a bit, though I can't be sure. Her clipped, "Yes, Ma'am!" responses added to the effect.

The spanking was slow and deliberate, but not overly sensual. It seemed difficult for her to bear, but she did. Because the build up was so lengthy, there was little to no marking, but I still treated her with a little creamy baby oil after, just to soothe her bright red skin.

But I still wasn't through with her. Still lying on her stomach, I lifted her feet and placed them close together. Though the spanking had been intense, I had not struck her as hard as I was able, and that was what I really wanted to do. (R had professed an interest in serving my wishes rather than her own.) I promised her ten strokes with the cane on the soles of her feet.

We only made it to three.

Gasping and bucking--indeed almost shrieking--three was clearly more than enough. One of the motivations behind caning a female or feminine submissive's feet is to make them walk more delicately. As a little girl I loved the Hans Christian Andersen story "The Little Mermaid" in which it is described how delicately the mermaid walked, as every step felt as though she were treading upon knives. That is exactly the effect I have in mind when I cane a girl's feet; light, quick, and delicate steps that make her aware of her movements.

Most of R's training, at least for now, will center around teaching her how to move like a girl. Once she's accomplished that, she will be permitted to move onto the more intimate areas of slut training. However, I want my stud, whoever the lucky one will be, to feel that he's taking advantage of a well-trained sex object, not indulging the fantasies of a man in panties. R will learn to walk, sit, stand, crawl, and kneel like a high class, desperately horny prostitute.

That isn't to say that there won't be fun along the way. As a grand finale to our time together, I wet R's panties. Yes, you read that correctly. Removing her cuffs and collar, I had R lie upon the floor and play with her perky little nipples, which had already been well-tortured and were very tender, as I drizzled my golden nectar upon her soft, yielding little clitty and all over her black lace panties! Needless to say, she enjoyed it and even moaned like a tramp!

+6 Leather Armor

2010-05-10T13:21:00.000-07:00

Recently, I acquired a new leather miniskirt to go with this lovely, french cuffed shirt.

I'm definitely a leather girl. Besides miniskirts and fitted shirts, I'm also a fan of leather boots, heels, and especially leather gloves.

Latex can make me feel sexy, especially in a photoshoot, and spandex can make me feel incredibly feminine, but leather awakens my dominant feelings like no other material.

It's more than just photographs of leather clad dominatrixes that I saw in my adolescence. Leather is armor. It leaves a woman empowered, a fetish queen rather than a fetish object. It's the way it hugs you, the heft and thickness of it, the knowledge that you're actually wearing the same material that you've just used to whip a submissive plaything to tears.

I'm also a fan of men in leather, especially those uniform-like collared shirts and motorcycle pants. Extra points if the front opens with a snap-on codpiece rather than a zipper. It's so much easier to tie up!

Mother's Day

2010-05-09T13:43:00.000-07:00

I received a lovely little gift yesterday from an AB who wished to give me something for Mother's Day. You can see it above. It's almost too dear to eat! It was accompanied by a hand-drawn card, which was very cute, but I'm not including a picture of because it was rather personal.

I always keep everything hand-colored or drawn that an AB might give me, unless, of course something happens to it. I had one little AB who drew me a very cute picture, which I taped to the refrigerator. Unfortunately, it ripped in half when I was taking it down, but I have quite a collection of drawings and colored pictures otherwise.

I also save all cards that I receive from submissives. Some think it's very cute to place their tribute into a card expressing their sentiments, whether they see me as a romantic figure, a mother, or a friend. I always really appreciate these gestures. It shows so much more thought than simply sticking the tribute into a bank envelope and, though you're seeing me in a professional context, it means something to me that you were thinking about the session enough to go out and select a card, that I was in your thoughts and you tried to do a little something to make yourself stand out, to let me know that our time together means something more to you.

At My Feet

2010-05-06T12:28:00.000-07:00

A fair number of submissives approach me with only a vague idea of their interests. Working them out is one of the challenges that I get to enjoy as a professional Dominatrix, but not as a lifestyle Dominatrix.

E initially told me that he was interested in seeing me in latex and stockings and little else. He filled out my session application well, but was open in that he was chasing a headspace that was elusive and difficult to define. We had played once before and he had built up enough trust in me to simply place himself in my hands.

I wore a transparent latex dress and stockings with a patent leather corset and heels. I left my hair free to fall over my shoulders and wore my usual diamond studs and the little golden key, adorned with a ruby and diamonds that a submissive brought me to symbolize his vow of chastity to me. I've been wearing it more these days.

We began simply enough. After undressing him, I had him follow me to the throne room where I had him kneel before me to be collared. As I locked the collar in place, I whispered, "Do you know why some girls have long hair?"

He shook his head, no.

"To hold onto while you fuck them. Do you know why slaves wear collars?"

Again he didn't know.

"To hold onto while you fuck them."

He moaned and began to kiss the tops of my thighs. I assume that meant he agreed! One of the things he was able to tell me he was definitely interested in was strap on play.

I allowed him a little taste of worshiping my feet before I bound him to the cross, working him with a leather paddle and flogger, teasing him by gently caressing him with my talons. When I felt I had awoken his every nerve ending, I let him down and had him wait on the floor on his hands and knees. As I selected a gag for him, I bent far over, allowing him a generous view of my latex-clad ass.

I picked out a thick bit gag and placed it between his teeth. As I circled around to his haunches, he rubbed against my legs, like a great cat, nuzzling me with his lowered head.

I stroked his presented haunches with my leather paddle, delivering a few strokes to get his attention. He began to whinny and toss his head. Perhaps I had a human pony on my hands? I sat on his back and attached reins to his bit, giving them a playful tug. He reared up and pawed at the air. I managed to keep my seat and gave him another swat with the paddle. He settled down and began shifting about.

His back rolled between my legs and I squeezed with my thighs. He was bouncing about very energetically, but I could tell he was getting tired. Too bad. I was enjoying my ride!

I got off of him and had him follow me back to the throne room where I ran him through a few tricks, which he performed well enough to earn a couple of treats. I removed his gag and allowed him to eat one treat from the flat of my hand and one balanced upon my stockinged foot.

Puppy play and foot worship seem often to go together and this little puppy was no different. He gratefully worshiped my feet again, his little puppy tongue eagerly lapping at my toes.

Finally, his head on my lap, he exclaimed, "I can't believe I just acted like a puppy!"

With such a breakthrough a little reward seemed in order. Pulling him up by his collar, I led E to the bondage table and had him lie down. I bound his wrists and ankles with leather cuffs and, kicking up each leg in turn so that my foot rested right next to his face, I slowly removed my stockings. One went to tie his cock, the other as a gag. He was now restrained and completely at my disposal...

Error Proof

2010-05-04T21:02:00.000-07:00

My little sissy daughter Laura sits on the toilet with her eyes shut tight. Her legs are pressed together and her hands are clenched at her sides. As I stand over her unwrapping the pregnancy test, a tear rolls down her cheek.

"Spread your legs."

Sniffling she complies. She's already been well-spanked and may be crying from the stinging in her sissy bottom, but I suspect that it's the humiliation that has driven her to actual tears.

"Pee."

Her little sissy stick, shriveled to the size of a lipstick tube, trembles.

"I'm waiting."

Eventually a thin, almost clear stream of urine sprays over the tip of the pregnancy test. I hold it there for five seconds, as the box directed, and then set it on the sink. I roll up a bit of toilet tissue and tell Laura to wipe herself.

"What a slut you've turned out to be."

She doesn't answer. She just sits on the toilet and sniffles, her skirt hiked up and her knees pressed together again. She would almost look demure, in her ruffled ankle socks and pig tails, except for the thick-heeled, black patent sandals she wears.

"We have ten minutes until that test is done. I'm sure you can think of something more productive to do that sit there with your sex hanging out. That's what got you into this situation in the first place."

"Yes, Mommy." Laura pulls up her white, cotton panties. I know she's only wearing them for show. I've seen the silky thongs in her drawer. Does she think I'm blind?

As she walks past me, I swat her bottom hard. She is surprised by the impact and stumbles forward a bit, her short skirt bobbing up to show her panties again.

I follow her into her room, where she begins folding a basket of laundry--mostly our lingerie.

"Look at me."

She looks up shyly, grasping a pair of my panties.

"I don't want a slut to touch my intimate things."

She puts the panties down quickly and starts to fold something else.

"I wasn't done, Laura. Put that down and come kneel in front of me."

She obeys. She wouldn't dare otherwise. The long, leather strap is still on her bed from the harsh spanking she received earlier.

"No, that's not quite right, is it?" I ask. "Nuns kneel." I bend forward so that my lips are next to her pierced ear before I whisper, "And you're a whore. On your hands and knees with your cunny in the air."

Laura assumes the position without complaint or comment. I'm sure it's one she knows well.

"Lift up your skirt and show me your pussy."

She does.

I meander over to the bed and pick up the strap. I run it over my palm slowly and circle my naughty, slutty, dirty little sissy daughter.

"I'm going to whip the place where all those horny boys fucked you."

She moans and twitches. I've not punished her there before. I can't help but think that perhaps, if I had, she would not have grown into such a wanton little slut.

Without further explanation or chastisement, I bring the whip down hard on her sex. The full force is on her anus, but I also slap her balls on the backstroke. Her whole body spasms and a thin stream of cum drips from her sissy stick.

"Disgusting! Lick that up!"

Crying again, Laura lowers her lips to the carpet and dabs at her own pre-cum.

"Will anything get you off?"

Laura sobs, "I don't know, Mommy."

"Then we'll just have to see, won't we?"

Again I strike her. This time her back arches and she throws her head back.

"Perhaps I'll just flog this little pussy raw then have a whole string of boys fuck you, one after the other. Will that teach you your lesson?"

Another strike with the whip and Laura cries, "Yes, Mommy!"

"So I should arrange that?"

I hit her again. She's getting confused. "No, Mommy!"

"Which is it, you little whore?"

Another blow. "I don't know, Mommy!"

And another. "Do you want the boys to fuck you?"

I'm beating her rhythmically now and harder than I usually would have dared, but the way she's arching her back and moaning through her sobs tells me she can take it.

"Do you want the boys to fuck you, young lady?" I almost scream.

"Yes, Mommy!"

With a final, particularly brutal blow, she collapses on her stomach, her face pressed into the floor. I drop the whip and heave a sigh.

"Let's go check your pregnancy test and then we'll talk."

The Upper Floor: Seda in Review

2010-05-01T11:56:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, the Upper Floor's weekly event was to review Miss Seda, a pretty little sub with what I like to call "ballerina breasts" and long, light brown hair. I'll write about that event later, but it reminded me of my first Upper Floor event, which occurred before this blog was begun and was themed "Big Asses". The girls, Holly Stevens, Bella Rossi, Madison Young, and the lovely Cherry Torn were put through their paces, attention being focused on their generous backsides.

I didn't play much, but Mr. Acworth and his assistants kept the girls plenty busy and I thought I'd share a few pictures. Enjoy!

Age Regression Virus

2010-04-28T20:43:00.000-07:00

I just did another fun and interesting age play session. Often regression stories are almost more science fiction than erotica. In some of the videos I've done there are often science fiction or fantasy elements, as in "Diaper Fairy" or "Penny Gets Regressed". Usually it's by some sort of fantasy drug, but this age player had an idea for a session that just hadn't occurred to me yet, which was that some sort of virus was causing regression, including a loss of bladder control.

The Nurse is one of my favorite roles to play in an age regression scenario, especially a school nurse. It's the perfect blend of innocence and sex, cruelty and compassion, distance and intimacy. And damn do I feel hot wearing my white button-up dress and starched cap! I prefer playing a nurse to a doctor because it seems more intimate. I've spoken to some other Mistresses about it and a lot of them prefer to play the doctor because they perceive it as being a position of more power, but the intimacy of a nurse is way more appealing to me. I like the idea of being privy to all a patient's private experiences: changing their sheets, giving enemas, changing diapers, giving baths. A doctor doesn't do any of those things. I also like the energy of a nurse. Of course there are women doctors and male nurses, but the icon of the female nurse, bending over and perhaps unwittingly showing her cleavage in her low-cut white dress is very strong, almost archetypal.

I haven't done a session like this yet, but I've always thought a medical age play session would be great for a two-Mistress session. I'd love to take a young man by the arm and lead him into the Examination Room where I roughly undress him and tell him to sit on the exam table while the doctor slowly flips through his chart, reading off the various reasons for his visit and listing her concerns: he's been having a lot of accidents lately, he's begun having an alarming number of wet dreams (his mother has to wash his sheets every day!), and he sometimes slips into baby talk. However, the reason does not seem to be psychological. As the doctor performs a number of embarrassing tests, I stand coldly by, handing her various instruments and helping to restrain the ashamed (and perhaps visibly aroused) patient. I make a note every time he resists, so that he may be appropriately punished later. And yet, every now and then I might caress his thigh reassuringly when the doctor's back is turned or tell him that I personally think his diapers are a little sexy.

From PamperedPenny.com.

Dancing Queen

2010-04-27T09:58:00.000-07:00

Before I began my career as a professionally dominant woman, I loved ballerinas. I loved the pointe shoes that made them walk like mermaids turned human and I loved the soft, leather slippers that hugged their delicate, yet strong feet. I loved their perfect buns balanced atop their heads and their long, graceful necks. But most of all, I loved their, tight leotards and gleaming tights. And the sight of a danseur in

I also liked to wear tights myself and the shinier the better. I always found excuses to wear leotards, though I wasn't a dancer. (I took ballet as a little girl, but by the time I was nine or ten, it was clear that my hips were too curvaceous and while my arms were very flexible, my legs were not. I was still content to pretend to have a cramp and sit on the side watching the other girls, though!)

As a professional dominant, I began meeting men--dominant and submissive--who shared my appreciation for all things shiny and form-fitting. The above picture was taken during a session when I was perhaps twenty-one or twenty-two. By that time I had begun branching out into aerobic wear, zentai suits, and spandex cat suits. Currently my collection of dance and fitness wear has grown to the point that it can no longer be contained by a single drawer!

Sunday Shooting

2010-04-25T18:17:00.000-07:00

Most Sundays find me at the east bay studio that I rent, shooting videos for one of my Clips4Sale stores. If you're looking for a phone session, this is usually when I activate my NiteFlirt profile.) After a week of live sessions it's nice to relax and shoot something on my own terms, taking my time doing my hair and make-up and dressing in whatever tickles my fancy.

Today I shot a few different ideas for my sissy training site. I usually shoot alone, as I did today, but there are also times when I allow a submissive toy to pose for me. I usually come up with my own shoot ideas, filming whatever I've been fantasizing about recently, though there are also times when I shoot scenarios based on sessions I've done. Perhaps you can inspire me. ;)

Ms. Penny Proves It

2010-04-23T21:25:00.000-07:00

I'm often contacted by emerging sissies and adult babies who have trouble experiencing the headspace that they would like to. When you're a six foot tall man, it can be difficult to feel like an adorable, submissive little plaything. Helping someone break that barrier and get the fullfillment they've only dreamed of is extremely satisfying.

A came to me not sure of his interests. He only knew that he continually returned to websites featuring stories of feminization and diaper discipline. He'd never actually worn a diaper, but had often played with professional dominants, chasing that feeling of being subversively cajoled into experiencing his secret fantasy.

I answered the door wearing my emerald satin robe, my hair swept up into a casual bun sprouting gentle curls, white enamel earrings adorning my lobes. We sat on the leather couch and talked about his interests for a bit. He was obviously very anxious to experience the helplessness of being my diapered sissy, but worried that I wouldn't understand his need, just like the other women he had played with.

When I felt I had a good idea of what he needed from me, I undressed him, noting that boxer briefs were not appropriate underclothes for him, and took his clothes to the locking closet in the hall and threw them in, dropping the key into my pocket. If he wanted them back, he was going to have to behave himself. I asked him if he promised to do everything I asked of him and he said yes, without hesitating. I couldn't help but laugh. Did he really think it was so easy? Was it really such a good idea to just agree? After all, we had not met before and no matter how he sliced it, he was alone in a room with a strange woman and no clothes. At this point he began to realize what he had gotten himself into.

Stripped and at my mercy (he was a tiny little thing), I led him back to the bedroom and had him lie down on the bed, which was covered with a changing pad. I removed my robe to reveal my favorite green girdledress and flesh-tone stockings. I couldn't get baby powder all over my pretty satin robe, now could I? A didn't know whether he preferred cloth or disposable diapers, so we tried both. First I put him in a disposable with lots of baby powder. It's so much fun to make a grown man smell so sweet and innocent. The smell of baby powder is essential to true regression and sissyhood.

As is a spanking. :) I gave A a nice, submission spanking, turning his cheeks a becoming pink. It was almost as though his bottom were embarrassed by all the attention to the point of blushing!

Diapered, spanked, and perfumed, A was ready to be dressed. I selected a crocheted bunny cap and a pink dress so short as to almost be a shirt, just to show off the diaper and freshly spanked thighs all the more.

The rest of our time together was spent proving to A that he was not really a man, but a sissy who was desperately in need of an attitude adjustment. When he did not speak like a little sissy, a pink pacifier was put into his mouth and he was forbidden to talk any more. When his twirl was unsatisfactory, he was spanked with his own belt, which made him jerk and twist in the most ridiculous manner. When he was making sissy cream, I pointed out that, should he fail to make creamy, he was impotent and not really a man, whereas if he succeeded (and, boy, did he ever!) he was doing so in a pink dress and diaper. A sissy baby just can't win!

In the end, A had to walk away with the sure knowledge that he was nothing but a sissy baby who desperately needed to be doted upon by his loving Mommy.

Ruby Slippers

2010-04-22T14:10:00.000-07:00

These elegant shoes are among my favorite closed toe heels. The heel itself is about five inches with a hidden platform. The upper is made of the slickest material. A submissive's lips just glide across the jewel bright surface. They were made to be worshiped.