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Last week, I had the pleasure of seeing a high heel and fingernail fetishist whom I have not been able to see for quite some time. He recently moved to the US, which has obviously impacted his ability to visit me. He's back in Sydney for a few weeks, and had eagerly contacted me to make an appointment.

We had a two hours booked in the Brass Dungeon, allowing me to relax and keep to an unhurried pace. As I was unlikely to see this dear submissive again for some time, I wanted to enjoy myself with him.

I began by having him kneel on the floor and worship my shoes, watching with a smile as he ran his tongue slowly and reverently along their stiletto heel. He was almost immediately erect, responding even more enthusiastically when I ran my long red fingernails through his hair and down the back of his neck.

I had him stand up, and began to rope him into place against the wall. Once he was firmly tied, with a spreader bar holding his ankles apart, I began to slowly tease him with my talons, alternating between gently trailing them over his skin and sharply clawing him. I pinched, then clamped his nipples, and tied up his cock and balls to hang weights from them. He made the most delightful noises!

I moved him to the bench and used leather straps to bind him securely onto it, lying on his stomach. I climbed up on top of the bench, making him watched in the mirror as I trampled and gouged him with my heels, then straddled his back and spent quite some time clawing at his skin with my nails as he moaned and wriggled beneath me.

Eventually, I unstrapped him and made him roll over, before strapping him down again. I tortured his nipples with my favourite medical clamps until he could no longer handle them being touched even lightly, then transferred my attention to his cock and balls. I tied them firmly and attached a parachute to his testicles and began to tug at and stretch them. A wicked thought crossed my mind, and I glanced up at the suspension rig above him. My plaything followed my gaze with an extremely amusing look of terror, and groaned audibly when he saw what I was looking at. I could tell that he was wondering if he had gotten himself in over his head.

Undeterred, I smiled and ran a cord from the parachute on his testicles to the hook of the suspension unit above him, then began to operate the winch. He groaned as the loud and intimidating machine slowly drew his balls further and further from his body... it was a positively medieval form of torture! I spent some time alternating between distracting him from the pain by teasing him with my nail and making it worse by yanking on the cord stretching out his cock and balls.

Finally, I winched him down and took out my TENS unit. He had never tried electrotorture before, so I kept things reasonably mild. I ran a current from the tip of his cock down to his perineum, talking him through each slight increase in power. Rather than soothing him, the verbal content seemed to heighten the fear of each increase; perhaps I need to work on that! When I grew bored, I attached one of the pads to a pinwheel, and amused myself by running the electrified pinwheel up and down the length of his cock. This sharper, more concentrated electrical pain made him writhe and wriggle in a most entertaining fashion, and I kept it up until he pleaded for me to stop.

I released him and ordered him back to the floor, mouth on my heels, while I clawed his back with my long red nails and watched him masturbate. He was a bit too overstimulated, and his genitals a little too punished to result in an orgasm, but it was still a nice way to end the session. Under my nails and heels feels very much like where this gentleman belongs. I shall miss him when he returns to the USA.

Due to a variety of reasons, I haven't been around SKs as much as I would have liked over the last two weeks. I have certainly been fitting as much as possible into the times I am in the Dungeon, however, and my roster returns to normal this week.

I had the joy of seeing a gentleman for a session I've been hoping to do for quite some time. Despite not having seen this man for years, he still ranks amongst my favourite all-time clients. His fetish is pure Batman/Catwoman geek kink, and playing Catwoman in a BDSM scene hits so many of my own buttons!

The last session I'd seen him for, a few years ago, starred him as a security guard who had knowledge about Batman's location. In my role as Catwoman, I tied him down and tortured him until he revealed his secret. He said he wanted to do something a little different this time, but imagine my surprise when I entered the Dungeon to find him in one of the most impression Batman costumes I've ever seen! He took a moment to eyeball my costume, a skintight latex catsuit and latex catwoman mask, then we "grappled".

I overpowered him, of course, and strapped him firmly into place on his back. Climbing aboard him, I began to taunt him with the facts of his captivity, telling him that I was recording this entire scene, and that soon I would remove his mask and reveal Batman's identity to the world. He struggled and bargained as best he could while I teased and mocked him, clawing his skin and purring into his ears. Finally, I ripped his mask from his face, revealing to the world that Batman was really Bruce Wayne. I crowed with delight at the wealth this revelation would make me, and continued to get him all hot and bothered inside his costume before I untied him and let him go.

It was an incredibly fun session! I do hope I see him again soon. Any other kinky geeks out there seeking a Mistress who will appreciate their passion should absolutely get in touch!

After Mr. Batman left, I had a session with an eager and responsive young submissive with a wide range of interests. I collared him, and explained that he was now my property, then ordered him to lick my boots. Once they were thoroughly polished, I moved him to the bench for some discipline and torture, then began to explore his puckered little asshole. Everything I did to him, whether painful or pleasurable, drew the same response: a worshipful "Thank you, Mistress." Every question was responded to with a sincere "Whatever pleases Mistress." When submissives are that genuinely devoted to me and my pleasure, the activities engaged in become secondary to the joy of the session. I genuinely felt that I could do anything to this man and he would respond with that same "Thank you, Mistress". It was an incredibly arousing dynamic, and I was reluctant to let him go at the end of the session.

Tags: Batman Cosplay Bondage Boot Worship Torture

Sunday night's first booking was a gentleman who had wandered into SKs for the first time. He had a rather vague fantasy of control and judicial punishment, and wanted to try some spanking and cock torture but to focus more on erotic sensation and power exchange rather than pain.

I met him in the Brass Dungeon and stripped him of his robe, then yanked his briefs to his ankles and told him to step out of them. Naked and clearly excited, I ordered him onto his hands and knees on the bench, and began to inspect him. I ran my hands and fingernails over his body, alternating between clawing, tickling and caressing. His body slowly began to relax, only to tense again in surprise when I delivered one sharp, ringing slap to his buttocks.

I began to talk to him about what a wicked boy he'd been, and what dreadful trouble he was in, as I warmed up his ass with a handspanking. Once his backside was nice and red, I gave his back a flogging with a soft, suede flogger, then selected a paddle and moved back to his ass. I paddled his ass in sets of six, continuing the spiel about punishment, until he finally cracked and called for mercy.

Immediately, I spun him onto his back and cuffed his wrists and ankles down. Leaning over and making eye contact, I grabbed his cock and squeezed, hard. As he winced and cried out, I asked if he thought this particular body part might be what was getting him in trouble, and smiled when he nodded in the affirmative. I proceeded to tie up his cock and balls, squeezing and slapping them and pinching his nipples, in between gentler and more erotic touches. The combination (and, perhaps, the confusion) allowed him to take a great deal more pain than he originally thought he would be able to. Unfortunately, the intensity got to him, and the session drew to an unexpectedly early close as he apologised and came.

Later, I saw a wonderfully sweet young foot fetishist, of whom I had quite fond memories. He is eloquent and attractive, and the view of him kneeling reverently on the floor with my toes in his mouth was quite pleasing to me. Of course, it was made all the more pleasant by the fact that he is really quite good with his mouth, and he soon had me moaning in enjoyment.

I indulged myself with his mouth for quite some time, then ordered him to the ground. I left the room and had another Mistress enter and deliver a golden shower, then returned to use him as my own toilet. I pissed all over his cock as he frantically masturbated, then into his mouth as he brought himself to an explosive climax. It was a hot little session!

I had an extremely busy week last week, and this week has been hectic enough that I neglected to blog about it.

Sunday night featured a visit from a gentleman who is really becoming one of my favourite and most appreciated fisting clients. We have a great rapport, a flirty and fun dynamic, and our sessions always end being red hot.

I began by cuffing him to the wall in the Brass Dungeon, blindfolding him, and kicking up my shoes. I slid into place in front of him, holding each of his bare legs down with one of my stockinged legs, and began to tease him. I tweaked his nipples, ran my nails down his chest, smothered his face in my cleavage, occasionally slamming him back into the wall behind him with force enough to knock the breath out of him. When we were both hot and excited, I moved him onto his back and went to work on his incredibly talented asshole.

I used fingers and toys, slowly working him up to the point where I could easily slide four fingers in and out of him, then slowly began to increase the pressure on his hole. He moaned, and pushed himself up onto my fist, swallowing me up to the wrist in one slow and incredibly hot movement. I spent some time amusing myself with the enormous responses drawn from him with the tiniest movements of my clenched fist, then finally allowed him to release in an explosive, screaming orgasm. As usual, we both walked out of the Dungeon buzzing.

Tuesday was my big day for this week. The first gentleman I saw was a long-time patron of another Mistress, who had come in on a day she wasn't available and decided to see someone else. It's amazing how many of my most enjoyable sessions have been the result of little coincidences like this! His preferred activities were humiliation, anal play, nipple torture and discipline, and he was the kind of slave who genuinely wants the Mistress to enjoy her time abusing him. When the Mistress is me, that means a few twists on the theme!

I found him waiting on the floor of the Main Dungeon, and launched immediately into some high heel nipple torture and trampling. Imagine my delight when he took my full weight on his chest in a pair of my pointiest heels! It's been ever so long since I had a good trampling session, and I left quite a few marks on this gentleman's obliging chest. I clamped his nipples, blinfolded, gagged and hooded him, then dragged him across the room and threw him across the spanking horse. I went to work on his backside, warming him up with a handspanking and moving through paddles and straps to the cane. He had specifically requested marks to show off to his lady friend, and I pushed him right to the limit of his pain threshold.

Deciding it was time to move onto other activities, I administered an enema and left him to release it. When I return, I strapped him into place over the horse again, and selected a few dildos. This gentleman was no fan of gentle and pleasant motions! He took very little foreplay before I was fucking him as hard as I could, almost stabbing his asshole with the toy in my hand. Even that wasn't enough for him: he bucked and thrust back against me, screaming "fuck me, Mistress" into his gag.

Finally, I had him lie on his back on the floor and take his cock in his hand. I position myself in a chair above his face, carefully placing one stiletto heel on each nipple and resting my weight over them. I informed him that I would removed my heels as soon as he managed to come for me, and watched with interest the desperation that grew as he tried to meet my demand. Eventually, he succeeded, and was allowed to see to his brutalised nipples.

My second booking on Tuesday was a gentleman I have seen a few times before. He generally comes in as a Master to see the submissive ladies at Salon Kitty's, but occasionally arrives at the door in the mood for something different. On these occasions, I delight in putting him through the degradation and abuse he so enjoys dishing out to submissive women.

It's a relatively short session, but intense. He is made to pose for me, showing off and displaying his body while I provide degrading commentary. I tied him into place and give him a thorough spanking, warming up his ass cheeks and flogging his back. Then the anal toys come out, and eventually I fuck him hard and fast with my strap on, whilst he moans like the eager ass-slut he is. His final task, when I'm otherwise done with him, is to put on an entertaining wank show before he's sent to the shower to clean himself up.

My final appointment was an interesting one. This gentleman had been in for an introductory session with another Mistress previously, and wanted to explore his limits and take things a little further. I started by cuffing him into place on the bench in the Brass Dungeon and blindfolding him, then teasing him gently with light touches of fingernails, stockinged legs and hair. Slowly, I began to increase the pain factor, clawing his skin and pinching his amazingly sensitive nipples, adding a spank or a slap into the tease. His physical reactions were deliciously confused, as he objected verbally to the pain, but presented me with a rock hard cock the whole time.

Eventually, I flipped him onto his stomach, tying his balls to the bench behind him, and began to play with his ass. I slid toys into him as I teased his cock with glove-covered fingernails, occasionally yanking on the chain connecting his nipples or the rope on his testicles, or landing a sharp slap on his reddened ass cheek. The sensations built for him until finally he had to call mercy.

I untied him and let him lie on his back. I asked him to tell me what he had enjoyed and what he would like to try. It may have been my hand slowly playing with his cock as he tried to come up with an answer, but he couldn't seem to give me a coherent response. I carefully kept him on the edge until he was begging to be allowed to come, then demonstrated to him just how intense an orgasm can feel after two hours of pain play. The noises that came out of him were magnificent!

Tags: Fisting Erotic Stockings Nipple Torture Anal Play Discipline Caning

Tonight was a wonderful welcome back to SKs.

My first booking was with a young gentleman who wanted a very heavy discipline session with a schoolboy roleplay. I walked into the room to find him dressed in a school uniform, sitting on the bed. I was to play his Aunt, who had just received a phone call from his school saying that he had been caught doing all sorts of naughty things and, on top of everything, had forged my signature on a note. I was displeased!

I told him he was going to be quite thoroughly punished, and that perhaps wincing when he sat down for the next three days would remind him that while he lived under my roof he would obey my rules. I ordered him into position and selected a large, flat leather paddle. He would not leave this room until his ass was raw, but I would start with something relatively light.

I spent quite some time belting his ass through his shorts with the paddle before shifting to a thick leather strap. I put both of them aside, and ordered him to drop his shorts and resume position. His white jocks became my new target, taking quite a beating with the leather paddle and strap, as well as a heavy wooden paddle. I was beginning to get reactions from him now: little whimpers of pain as each implement smacked down to strike his underwear-covered cheek.

This was punishment discipline. Hard, rapid strikes in sets of six, with his only break the time it took me to walk around the bed into position to attack his other cheek. Finally, I told him to stand and remove his underwear, then to resume his position on the bed.

His buttocks were a deep, angry red, but we were far from done. I gave him one hard set of six on each cheek with each implement I had already used, then placed them all to one side and selected my canes. I started with the lighter canes, leaving welts on his cheeks in sets of six, then moved to my heavier canes. Working from thickest to thinnest, I raised bleeding lines on his ass, thrilling to hear that swish before contact and his little cries of pain as I struck him.

When I had worked through each cane, I bent over and asked him "Have you had enough?" His dishevelled head turned, one wild eye peered at me and he whispered "No."

I was pleased to hear it! Retrieving my heaviest cane, I laid into him even harder than I had before, raising quite a sweat on myself. I thrashed his ass until he had several lines of blood down each cheek, then ordered him to kneel on the floor and apologise. He will definitely be thinking about our session every time he sits down for at least a few days.

Later in the evening, I had a booking with a crossdresser with a maid fetish. He had called, and mentioned that he had his own clothes. Imagine my delight when I opened the bag he gave me and found an absolutely exquisite maid's outfit, including Sylvia of Hollywood classic-style lingerie and accessories down to the gloves!

I ordered him to strip, and began to dress him in his servile, feminine finery. First the spotless white satin panties, then a gorgeous white vintage-style garter belt and white lace bustier. False breasts slipped into the bustier and white, seamed fishnet stockings attached to the garter clips. The most wonderful part came next: an enormous, fluffy, crinoline petticoat with layers and layers of ruffles.

Her black dress with lace trim and puffed sleeves covered all this wonderful lingerie, and was finished with a white apron and a white sash. She had a gorgeous hour-glass figure in her dress, and the blonde bob wig and white lace mop cap added to her demure and cute appearance. Finally, she stepped into her shoes and donned her white satin gloves, and stood quietly in front of the mirror awaiting my approval. I had her walk and curtsey for me, expecting to have to give her some training in how to perform these actions. Save for a bad habit of curling her shoulders forward in an unflattering manner, her presentation was impeccable!

I had her remove my stockings, stretched out on the bench and told her to fetch some moisturiser from the shelf and kneel at my feet to give me a foot massage. Once again, she did very well, delivering a relaxing and enjoyable service that made me purr, my toes occasionally slipping into her eager mouth.

When I was satisfied, I presented her to our receptionist, who put her to work doing some household chores. When the laundry was folded, the tea was made and the washing up put away, one of the other Mistresses availed herself of my pet's foot massaging talents.

Finally, I led her back into my Dungeon and had her kneel in front of the mirror and hike up her skirts. Reclining behind her where I had a perfect view, and ordered her to free her cock from her white satin panties and stroke it for me. She looked such a mix of demure and sexy with one arm clutching her mountains of petticoat ruffles to her chest and her other hand stroking her hard cock. Commenting how hot her little show was, I reached out and trailed my long red nails down her back. That was seemingly a bit too much for her, and she came with a series of whimpering gasps.

I smiled, told her to clean up her mess, and left the room. I do hope I see this perfect little maid again!

I have had such a busy week that I've neglected to blog about one of the most perverse and intense sessions I've had in a while! I know that it's not a word likely to describe many of my readers, but this entry is certainly not for the squeamish.

I met the gentleman in the waiting room, and didn't immediately recognise him. As soon as he started describing his last session, however, I remembered him very clearly! His last visit had involved an extreme level of watersports and diaper play, and had certainly made an impression.

I began by putting him in a nappy and a plastic baby outfit and sitting him in front of the mirror. He ducked his head to the ground, prompting me to slap him and order him to keep eye contact with himself. As he watched, I fed the tube of an enema bag into the back of his nappy, held the bag open beneath myself, and pissed into it. The urine flowed down the tube and into the back of his nappy, wetting it, while I let gobs of spit fall from my mouth onto his bald head, dripping down his face. I then told him to wet the nappy himself, and to grind himself into the sodden mess while I downed more water.

When I was ready, I laid him on his back, and stood over him to deliver a golden shower directly onto his chest and face. I left the room and had two other Mistresses enter to give him two more golden showers, thoroughly drenching him in a mix of piss. When I re-entered the room, he was drenched and wide-eyes, clearly beginning to get overwhelmed. I was only too happy to spit in his face and mock him, letting him slide further into the fantasy of degradation and disgust. I pissed into a baby bottle and handed it to him, ordering him to suck down the piss like an infant would, and he eagerly obliged.

I had placed a pad under his head during the golden showers, and I now used a leather belt to strap that across his face. It was also heavy with piss, and he greedily buried his face in it, sucking and sniffing in a disturbingly animalistic fashion. I left him there to wallow in his filth while I left the room to drink water and let my bladder fill again.

Eventually, I was ready for the revolting climax of the session. I had him remove his nappy and the pad from his face, and get into position on the bench on his hands and knees, and fed an enema tube into his ass. I filled the enema bag with piss and hung it in position, explaining the details of what I was about to do. As he twitched and moaned with anticipation, I let the enema flow into his ass, filling his bowels with my urine. Once he'd taken the full enema, I put him into a fresh nappy and dressed him in his plastic pants again. I told him to sit on the floor and hold it for as long as he could.

He didn't last very long, soiling his nappy sooner than I would have liked. I re-applied the pad to his face, buckling it into position, and stuffed the old, dirty nappy into his bib for good measure. Finally, he was ordered to use his hands to grind the nappy into his crotch, masturbating with material soiled with my urine and his feces. He completed the revolting picture by adding his own ejaculate to the mess he was sitting in.

I left him lying in the disgusting results to recover, with orders to let me know when he was ready to shower and leave. I, meanwhile, was drained but impressed. It's not often a submissive manages to surprise me with his depravity, but this gentleman certainly succeeded! I'm going to have my work cut out for me coming up with something new for his next session.

Tags: Piss Watersports Gs Golden Showers

We had an extremely busy Sunday night this week. I suppose the night before the Queen's birthday holiday is an appropriate time for an evening full of FemDom activities!

My first booking was with a gentleman who wanted something fairly light and erotic. I cuffed him to the wall in the Main Dungeon, blindfolded him, and proceeded to gently run my long red fingernails over his body. He began to lean forward into my teasing as his arousal built, pulling hard on the cuffs restraining his wrists, only to be startled as I slammed his body back into the padded wall with my full weight. I ran one fishnet-clad leg up the inside of his leg, then abruptly turned the seductive gesture into a threatening one by ramming my knee towards his testicles. I played this way for a little while, alternating gentle and erotic touches with sudden twists of nipples and sharp spanks, laughing at the mixture of frustration, shock and arousal that this brought from him.

Eventually I moved him to the rack, cuffed him down and stretched him out. I made sure his blindfold was in place, then continued my administrations. I raked my long red fingernails over his body, squeezed and slapped his cock and balls, pinched his nipples and slid my fingers into his asshole. He moaned and wriggle the entire time, occasionally breathing "Thank you, Mistress" through gritted teeth. Finally, I sat myself on his chest, pinning his arms further with my legs, and let my weight push the air out of him. As he tried to fill his compressed lungs, I allowed the panic of breathplay to mix with the rush of orgasm.

When I removed his blindfold and untied him, he was having difficulty focussing his eyes. I'm quite sure he enjoyed our time together!


My next appointment was with quite a good looking young gentleman who listed his interests as foot and shoe worship, discipline, and golden showers. A perfect combination, in my eyes!

I entered the Dungeon and found him already in slave position on the floor. I made myself comfortable in a chair, then stretched out my fishnet-clad legs and ordered him to service my black patent heels with his tongue. The reverent way in which he worshipped my footwear was an extremely arousing sight, and I spent some time observing his administrations before allowing him to remove my shoes. He was then permitted to kiss and lick his way around my stockinged feet, which felt positively heavenly.

Before I let myself get too relaxed, I ordered him onto his hands and knees on the bench, and cuffed his wrists and ankles into the position. I ran my nails over his back and buttocks, drawing a small hiss from him, then began to slowly spank his cheeks. I continued until a rosy glow built up, then selected a soft leather flogger from the wall and gave him a slow and sensual back flogging. Finally, I slipped on my second pair of shoes for the session, a pair of red patent peep toe stilettos, and positioned myself in front of him on the bench. Sliding my legs underneath him, I told him to put his tongue back to work on this new pair of heels, which he gladly did.

When my shoes were thoroughly polished, I uncuffed him and moved him to the ground. I left the room and had one of the other Mistresses enter and give him his first golden shower while I removed my stockings. I re-entered the Dungeon to find him damp and extremely excited, and had him stroke his cock while he licked each of my bare feet clean and sucked on each of my toes. Eventually, I gave him another golden shower, drenching his torso, pissing directly into his mouth, and sending the final stream of Mistress piss over his cock as he masturbated to a noisy orgasm.


My final booking for the evening was with a young foot fetishist who had, it seemed, had quite a big day. He had been at a festival, and over-indulged slightly. He wanted to end the adventure by being forced to worship the feet of a beautiful woman.

I must say, as much as it is an unusual complaint to hear coming from me, I had a bit of trouble being forceful with him! His oral administrations to my feet were so skilled and relaxing that I wanted to just sink back into my chair and enjoy them, letting out the occasional appreciative moan. He had his needs, however, so I distracted myself from his worship by grabbing his hair, shoving him closer to the ground with my free foot, and giving his tongue very specific orders. Great fun!


Monday evening ended with an appointment with an eager first timer. Unfortunately, it was one of those situations where his eyes, or rather his vast list of interests, were bigger than his budget. While it's possible to cram large amounts of content into short periods of time by focussing on each very briefly, in my experience this leads to a dissatisfying session for everyone involved. It's better to select an appropriate number of activities for the time period in question, indulge in them, then come back to try the others at a later date.

This time, we decided to focus on discipline and anal play, over the course of a forty-five minute session. I cuffed him into place on the bench in the Brass Dungeon and began to spank him, building up the intensity until his buttocks were glowing red. I then gave him a slow flogging, again slowly building up the intensity until it became too much for him.

I gloved up, and slowly inserted a probing finger into his asshole. He responded quite enthusiastically, prompting me to swap my finger for a small vibrator. He was so excited by the sensation that I spent the rest of the session alternating between fucking him hard and fast with the vibrator, and slowing down to the point of barely moving when he found himself too close the edge. I danced him along that edge for quite some time, then eventually allowed him to go over it. It was an extremely enjoyable session, and I do hope he comes back to experiment with some of the other items on his "to-do" list.

Tags: Bdsm Femdom Anal Foot Fetish Feet Heels Stiletto Shoes Strapon Discipline

I had a very pleasant surprise on Sunday evening when I entered the waiting room to meet a "walk-in" client who was after a fisting session, and discovered it was a gentleman who used to see me fairly regularly. We exchanged a bit of banter, and decided to go ahead with a similar session to the ones we used to conduct. He is a man who knows what he likes, after all!

We did, however, decide to include a little bit of sensory deprivation into the tease aspect of our play, so the first thing I did when I entered the Dungeon was blindfold him and cuff him to a wall. I kicked off my heels so he would not be able to hear my approach, and began to slowly drag my fingernails over his flesh. I clamped his nipples and slowly tied up his cock and balls, occasionally slipping away from him and occasionally grinding my body up against his. He would lean forward yearningly when I breathed into his ear or tugged on his nipple clamps, and I had great fun slamming him back into the wall with my weight. I grabbed him by the hair and smothered him into my cleavage, and brushed my stockinged legs against his. By the time I uncuffed him and moved him to the sling, he was quite delightfully worked up.

I kept him blindfolded at first, running my hands over his skin and pressing my strap-on cock into his thighs and ass cheeks as he wriggled and anticipated penetration. Finally, I began to press the cock into him. The little "pop" as it slid in made him utter an audible gasp, which turned into a groan as the length slid into him. I fucked him slowly, sensually, pausing only to swap my strap-on cock for a larger model. Finally it was time for the fisting.

I removed his blindfold, as he does like to watch this part. I gloved up, and slowly began to slide my fingers into him. One, then two, then three, then four. I turned and thrust, slowly widening him up to the point of my knuckles, then pushing in gently but firmly. My fist slid completely inside him, and he clenched hard around me. I grabbed his cock and squeezed, and he came loudly and explosively.

As my overly elaborate description of our session might suggest, I'd missed this gentleman! The eroticism is a nice twist on what is usually a more aggressive activity. I do hope I see him again in not too long.

Monday started with a booking I had been looking forward to a great deal. The "latex nun" picture that went up on my site and my Salon Kitty's profile a short while ago attracted a great many compliments, but this was the first time a gentleman had requested that I wear it for some hot and kinky nun/sinner role play. I was extremely excited at the prospect, particularly as it came packaged with boot worship and anal play.

I walked into the Brass Dungeon in my latex wimple, curve-skimming latex dress and black PVC thigh high boots, and handed my extremely nervous-looking slave a CD with instructions to get it playing. As expected, he fumbled the process, struggling to find the correct buttons on an unfamiliar CD player. I lectured him on finding something to fail at so early in the session, and ordered him to his knees in front of me. I stretched out my long, boot-clad legs on either side of his head, and told him he was a wicked, sinful, nasty boy, and should confess his sins immediately.

This wicked sinner, apparently, had spent many an hour staring at the boots of innocent women and thinking lustily about running his tongue over them. I decided that if he wanted to lick boots, he would certainly be put to work!

I placed one booted foot in front of him and ordered him to lick. He leapt at the opportunity, lapping away ferociously. A little discipline, some steering by way of a hand firmly holding his hair, and he was at least doing a better job. If my boots were to be licked by this filthy pervert, he'd at least do so to my satisfaction.

After quite some time, my boots were thoroughly worshipped, and he showed no sign of being dissuaded from his deviance. In his excitement, however, he had confessed further wicked yearnings, of wanting to put his tongue to work on a strap-on cock. I donned one and ordered him to slowly lick his way from one stiletto heel right up my leg and wrap his lips around it. The eagerness with which he did so gave me an idea.

I ordered him to his hands and knees on the bench, and placed a plastic cock in front of him. I ordered him to suck it while I positioned myself behind him and lubed up the cock I was wearing. Slapping his ass, I began to fuck him hard and fast, insisting he confess and repent for his wickedness the whole time. Finally, I had him masturbate whilst once more licking my boots.

I certainly don't think I did anything to dissuade him from his "nasty" thoughts, but the session was a great, fun mindfuck nonetheless.

My last session for the day was a slower, sensual heavy rope bondage session with a very quiet gentleman. I dimmed the lights and played some music while I slowly added carefully placed coils of rope and strategic knots to his torso and limbs, until he was quite firmly bound on his back with his arms above his head and his legs spread-eagled. I then gagged him, and added some rope to attach the gag to the bench, effectively holding his head in place. Making sure he couldn't manage anything more than a weak wriggle, I positioned myself between his legs and pinned him further with the weight of my own legs over his. I began to slowly claw his skin with my long, red nails, tugging gently on the ropes that criss-crossed his chest. I pressed my skin to his, then grabbed a rubber flogger and slowly trailed it over him. Once he was thoroughly worked up, I gloved up and slid a finger into his asshole. I deliberately kept my movements frustratingly slow, forcing him to try and move against my hand, which he was of course prevented from doing by his bonds. Eventually, he was permitted to orgasm, and I took my time untying him. I must say, he did have some beautiful ligature marks on his skin when he was finally freed.

My, I have missed filling in this perverted little blog! I shall have to get back into the habit of doing so.

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My precious laptop is in for repairs, so my internet access has been greatly reduced. The past week has contained a few interesting sessions, but I haven't had the chance to blog them.

Last Sunday got off to a wonderful start, with a visit from a gentleman I've seen a few times now. He is so focussed on becoming a well-trained and satisfying slave, and he's coming along marvellously. He has such an awe-filled and reverent attitude towards submitting to me that any scene with him leaves me glowing.

We began this session with some foot worship, which had me nice and relaxed. He then went over my knee for a very erotic spanking. I had him positively squirming as I followed each sharp spank with a gentle scratch of my long red nails. Once he was thoroughly worked up, I bent him over a spanking horse and roped him firmly into place on all fours. By the time I finished tying knots, he was was unable to do more than wriggle his reddened ass appealingly. I spent some time entertaining myself with that ass and various toys, before untying him and ordering him back to the floor. I pushed his head down to my toes, and ordered him to kiss them while bringing himself to a shuddering orgasm.

Perhaps most pleasing of all, he had worked out that my birthday is approaching and brought me a present. It was a book: Benazir Bhutto's Reconciliation. Such a wonderful gift!

Later on in the evening, I was invited to peruse a humiliation slave belonging to another Mistress. He was tied to a wall, blindfolded and covered in spit. I had some fun mocking him and adding to the rivers of Mistress spit running down his face, while he wriggled in a pathetic display of excitement. At least he knew his place.

On Monday, we were paid a visit by one of my favourite human toilets. He is a fan of quantity when it comes to golden showers, and by the time it was my turn to use him he was quite happily drenched.

Later on, I was visited by the pantyhose-loving bondage and cock-torture fan I've seen quite a few times recently. He came in this time for a much pared down session, spending a short time locked in the torture toilet while I cruelly tortured his nipples. I'm looking forward to having another attempt at our peg record at a later date.

Today, I had the first of what will hopefully be many sessions with a very sweet young foot-fetishist. It seems to be the season for men who want to worship my toes, and I'm certainly not complaining! This lad spent most of his session writhing on his back with his eyes rolled back in his head as I trampled him, then thrust my toes into his mouth. He was obviously struggling to contain his excitement the entire time. I do like seeing my feet have such an impact.

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