Chaste Widdle Sissy

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

Focus

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."

Tighter

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.

Naughty Little Switch

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!