Posts Tagged ‘Dominance and submission’

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I met cicero, with plenty of bags full of toys for his kidnapping scene. His nervousness was apparent, as he came to help Me with My bags. Being fairly new to the world of S/M, he was getting quite the education from Me. I discussed a more “lengthy and “edgy” scene than the mere two hours that we generally spend together playing. He agreed, although, he didn’t know that he was agreeing to being kidnapped. And for obvious reasons I had no plans on telling him.

A day prior to the scene, I met with him and gave him a white bag with a pair of frilly white panties, with two tiny crimson colored bows on either side of them. I instructed him to wear them for our session. After my bags were placed in the room, I had him pull his pants and underwear down so I could fit him with a metal chastity device, that looked like a piece of Roman Armour. Never having worn a chastity device, this was new to him.

His various attempts to control what was going to happen to him was quickly stopped by Me. I sensed his need to control because much of his life was about being in charge. He and others like him, seek out  professional Dominatrixes to balance the unbalanced in their lives. Hence, why after several months of seeing him, it was time to have him Really loose control by taking him outside of the dungeon setting without him knowing what I was going to do.

To start the role play, I feigned disappointment at not having brought enough toys for our little adventure, and told him we had to go to the dungeon so I could pick up the missing items. In the car he tried at small talk. I shut his attempt at control down (again) by demanding his silence and turning up the music really loud.

At the dungeon, I instructed him on his knees, facing away from Me. From my closet I pulled out a pair of handcuffs and quickly placed them on his wrists. Next I placed a black cotton hood, with cut outs where his nose and mouth are, over his head. I then explained to him that I was upset at him stealing both my panties and my money, as I pulled the white envelope full of money out of his back pocket (where I told him earlier to keep it). At the start of his protests, I firmly placed a gag in his mouth that turned his words of protests into muffled sounds against the round ball in his mouth. As I continued with my verbal  assault against him and expressing various ways in which I could punish him for his transgressions, he began to understood that we were headed towards role play…were we ever.

When he heard a male voice in the room, I felt his mind scrambling to put this part of the puzzle together.  A week prior to the session I asked Master Kevin to assist Me with the first part of the kidnapping scene. I was happy when he agreed because his presence would add another dimension to the scene. Our conversation about cicero, while he was cuffed, blindfolded and gagged, consisted of Me cutting cicero up and tossing him into the bay, to Master Kevin and friends having their way with him, and turning him into a little bitch. It was decided that whatever happened, we were going to take him for a little ride. Master Kevin being of considerable size and muscle, forced cicero off of his knees and we led him to MK’s hatchback. With one swift move, MK tossed him in the back of the SUV. I covered cicero with a blanket and sat next to him, gripping tightly on a leash that I attached to his collar.


The thrill of driving him around, talking about what we were going to do to him, as well as other topics besides him, was both humorous and fun. We continued our little ride for twenty more minutes while cicero tossed from side to side. Since cicero,  was quite the orator, it was nice to have him silenced and unsure of what was to transpire.

Under the guise that we were going to put him in another car to take him beyond the gates of MK’s home, to the basement, where We finally decided that he would face all types of depravities, We drove back to My car and MK, tossed him in the backseat of My car. MK and I parted ways and I drove the muted and clueless cicero back to his place. By the time I clued him in on his whereabouts I  released him of all his captive restraints, (I didn’t want to draw attention from the people outside) and we made our way inside.

Because the kidnapping experience was not only a endorphin rush  but also a psychological, and emotional rush, I decided it was time to regroup and go out to eat. And although, I did not allow cicero to drive nor order our meal, I did allow him to speak freely about his kidnapping experience. It was interesting to listen to his thoughts, which I have encouraged him to write about.

Back  to his place, cicero, knew it was time to prepare for his naming ceremony. With the realization that I was going to carve the initials cMs (cicero My slave) into the meaty part of his calf with the tip of a very sharp knife, he was bracing himself for the perceived pain that it might cause him.

Naked, except for his chastity device, and panties, I tied his wrists to the metal posts on the night lights by the bed and his ankles to the bed frame legs below. I take delight in finding different places to tie a slave to, when I am outside of the dungeon setting. It takes creativity and thought to find those places sometimes.

As I cleaned my instrument and the space on his thigh for etching, and placed a towel underneath his calf, for dripping blood I instructed the distressed cicero to brace himself; adding to his fear. I got a chuckle out of this because I had no intent on cutting him deep enough to draw any blood. I found some classical music on Pandora and started on My slave’s new name.

His deep breathing was audible as I started carving away. Something came over Me as I started carving and instead of sticking to the agreed upon initials, cMs, the letter s. and the name cicero came out. The only plausible explanation I have for this is that I went far into Dom space and forgot the limits of My professional title. As a professional I am bound by a certain code of ethics, like not marking or leaving visible signs of our session because a large percentage of  My clients are married.  I follow this code, ninety nine percent of the time. However, I am only human (at times) and I live to create, and true creativity has no bounds, it needs to live outside of restrictions to thrive. With that being said, I etched the first couple of layers of his skin off with each letter using the tip of the knife and took up more space on his calf then intended.


After releasing cicero from his ropes, we both peered at his new marking on his calf in wonderment. He admitted that his angst was more psychological than physical. With Me not cutting deep enough to draw blood there was only minor involuntary twitching of his leg, at times and all types of harrowing thoughts rummaging through his mind.

I planned it that way. However, as I mentioned above what I didn’t plan was the non discreet size of his slave name on his skin. We would have to figure out what to do about that soon. But not on this night, we were both tired and cicero was on “subspace overload”. and he needed time to decompress. And I needed sleep. I had been planning this “episode” for over a week now and I was tired both physically and mentally. I made sure to take the next day off and do nothing.

Glad I did because “Top Drop” came knocking on My door and I pampered myself and took it easy for the next twenty four hours to regain My balance.

cicero and I have moved to another phase in our D/s relationship.


My slave, cicero, with whom I’ve been sessioning with, for six months now, seems to be unnerved by our upcoming extended session on Saturday.

I delight in the fact that his is on pins and needles. And I understand his thought pattern. I have told him very little about the session, except that it will be edgy at times and it will be a lesson in trusting your Mistress.

He has told me a few times that he trusts Me.

Saturday, will test his trust.

he will read this and his thoughts will race (har, har).

Remember to take a couple of deep breathes, there is a safety net.

I did share a tidbit -there would be a naming ceremony and he suggested dinner.

There will be a light dinner to  recharge and calm.

It”s time to take our session up a notch or two.

Sleep well, cicero, you will need it!

Gute Nacht!

Fairy Like Butterfly

The dark power of Me in your space, will unnerve you

you sense, as I capture you with My predacious amber colored eyes,

that there is no escape.

One leap of My strong, silken mass, will unhinge a fear in you.

victimized, you sit perfectly still.

your fear scent arouses this feral cat.

but before I bludgeon you with one stroke of My clawed paws,

and carry your carcass up a tree to feast on you in peace,

I change Myself into a tiny white butterfly, and flutter about

your shaken, and near bloody body, bringing a lightness

to your anguished soul, and life to your almost dead eyes.

For your sake, I hope that you don’t think to capture Me

and attempt to put Me in a exhibit box.

My body inhabits any animal, that is necessary for

My survival.

I will not hesitate.


Sometimes I am under pressure to perform a scene with a slave, quicker than anticipated.

Today was such a day, My slave texted Me from work and said he would be ten minutes late but that he had to leave on time anyway. The elaborate bondage scene I had planned for him was going to have to be scaled down to a minimum and the alone time he needed to decompress was also going to have to be cut down by five minutes.

What can I say, it happens. My slave had last minute pressures at work to contend with and a home life to get to, once our escape from reality was over. They don’t call it work for nothing. I was already in a space of frustration dealing with a client, earlier, who, seems to not be able to stop writing Me but can’t follow through with his desires most of the time. There was some monetary compensation for My aggravation. But come on, I’m a Domme, I live to create, to be in the moment in  sessions pushing buttons and inflicting torments.

As it turned out, I was able to do what was needed for forty five minutes with My slave. I quickly and efficiently put him in rope bondage, and was even able to get a little fancy with a new the wrist  bondage technique I learned. And although, I didn’t have much time to really delve in to deeply (no pun intended)  a few minutes of calm and quick thinking produced the escape from the every day, the experience of a new humiliation for My slave, and the ending that I wanted.

In that moment, standing over his hooded, bound, waxed, and wet exterior, as he echoed through his latex hood,

“Mistress may I?”

All felt centered again, as My wicked laughter filled the room.


I’ve being seeing a new submissive since January. He is in the educational field and is very intellectually gifted. Through our many conversations I found out that he has written a few books and does public speaking, in the classroom and other public venues. I not only enjoy tormenting him in session but I also enjoy our varied topics of conversation. As the months have gone by, I have told him that if we continue to session than he will become my slave, and I will have to give him a name.

We have enjoyed many sessions since January, so giving him a slave name has been on my mind for about a month now. Generally speaking, I am able to name My slaves on the spot. Usually during session I am creatively inspired and I will come up with a suitable name.

However, in the case of My new submissive, I was not able to come up with a name, as quickly. I like the sound of Roman names, and decided I wanted to name My newbie after a Roman philosopher, educator or perhaps someone in the Senate. I googled names that I liked but came up blank in finding one suitable for him. Then a couple of days later, I came across the name Cicero. He was a famous Roman philosopher, politician, orator, lawyer, political theorist, consul and constitutionalist. Amongst the many things that he was known for, his influence on European and Latin language exceeded that of any other prose writer in any language.

In our last session a few days ago, it was clear to Me that the name cicero was a fit.

Next is the slave naming ceremony. I told cicero that I would require a small section of his skin to etch in his new initials, “cMs” (cicero, My slave).

he gulped!

Trust thy Mistress, cicero.

I feel very bohemian today. I suppose I am bohemian, in spirit always, however, I am acutely aware of it on this day. The creative ways I conduct My sessions, my thought process, and my need to express Myself in (mostly) non conformist ways, largely spell this out for Me.

I was born into a creative spot and My life has followed suit every since. The arts, as wide and vast as they are, are alive in Me. In Me, the writer writes, the actors perform, the musicians creates magical sounds, the painter colors a blank canvas, the dancer moves me into this thing called life.

When I move through a session, with those that come to see Me, that scared space becomes an artistic landscape, upon which I produce a scene for a period of time. Most of the time, it comes to an end to quickly because as we all know, fun times seem to race by.

The art of Domination, is unique, individualistic, intelligently and creatively crafted. Intelligence is needed to understand the art and humor of D/s, and creativity is needed (in large part by the Dom) to shape a successful session!

The dark side of being creative, does not escape Me. What I know is the darkness exists because, not everyone has the courage to allow their creative side to flourish. Therefore, negative branding, jealously and judgment casts a false light on the enlightened.

Once enlightened, one cannot become unlighted.


Wonderful Memories:

United Airlines–in Chicago??

Miss, do you need a ride?

The Goddess final arrives—and those tight jeans

What no stockings? SIL to the rescue-

A truly terrible breakfast in the room

Bouley and the fabulous leg photo


The magnificent nectar and adoration

Carnegie Deli

Collar ceremony–I feel so honored and proud

More adoration and an A-

Italian restaurant and seating problem—-19 phone calls

The Lion King

Rickshaw ride


Russian Tea Room

Rockefeller Center

Horse/carriage ride thru Central Park

Constant adoration and those spectacular shoes

Kissing the silver shoes and sleeping with them

Silver shoes on night stand

Oh, please do not take off the stockings!!

Laffite Rothschild

Monday is a sad day because it means farewell; but, perhaps, one last kiss of those
wonderful silver toes

Eight weeks til San Diego

I quite simply, unequivocally adore you!













Like a whirlwind, I felt myself being propelled downward at high velocity. With my eyes still closed, I landed feet first, in a crouched position, with a surprisingly cushioned effect, on the cold concrete below.  As I slowly opened my eyes in uncertainty and scanned my surroundings an animalistic feeling came over Me. A sense of invincibility and power filled my insides with a force so strong I felt ready to take on anyone and anything.  My eyes saw things more clearly than I could previously remember. New contacts? As I stared at the ground, I saw every micro insect, germ, dirt, and small particle inside of the cracks on the concrete, that no normal human eye could see.  I blinked My eyes a couple of times to check if My contacts were in place.  I placed my forefinger & thumb in my right eye to see if I could pull out a contact.  I felt nothing but my bare eye. I focused my vision straight ahead of me and realized I could see streets, that were miles away, as if they were inches from My face.

As the memories of my old neighborhood came to me, so did my time spent there. The sounds of cars, horns, music, laughter and talk came pouring into my brain like a flood. The aroma of restaurant food, people, perfume, mixed with the stench of garbage, the homeless, and the cool evening air, flooded my nostrils with such power that I felt overwhelmed. My sense of smell prior to whatever had happened to Me was good but this keen sense was nothing short of primal. I turned to the row of buildings that faced the alley and realized that I was behind The Dormitory, the local gay dance club.  My super vision saw bodies of all types glistening as they gyrated to the techno beats of the DJ. Whispers, laughter and late night conversations filled my mind with exact detail. The erotic vision of two hot men having sex in the stall of the bathroom made my nostrils flare, like an animal. The top muffled his groans, against the bottoms ear as he shoved his hard cock into the bottoms hungry hole while using his body to pin him against the stall. His right hand covered the top of the bottoms moaning mouth while he used his other arm to push his left arm against the stall. Like a big cat in the wild this made me want to hunt for someone I could pounce on. However, before I could hunt for prey, the muffled sounds of a someone in need drew my heightened attention to one of the many abandoned houses next to the alley. I saw a junkie who was on his last breath. In a split second, I was at his side only to find him with a blood filled needle in his tattered veins. The stink of his approaching death  made me nauseous. His head was slumped over, with drool running out of his half opened mouth. The loudness of his weakening pulse, in my ears alerted me that I had minutes to possibly save his life. I needed to get him to a hospital.

“You can carry him, put him over your shoulder and take him to the nearest hospital and drop him off at the ambulance that waited outside. Focus, block out all other thoughts”. The voice instructed Me.

Sensing the urgency I untied the rubber syringe, and took the blood filled needle out of his arm. I decided to burn it so no other junkie could get ahold of it. I set it on the ground. A small flame ignited and burned it until it was no more.


Before my mind got lost in the awe of what I just did, I put him over my shoulder and with the speed of a Cheetah I transferred him to the nearest Hospital. My keen eye sight made it possible to see the hospital miles away. It occurred to me in transit, that someone might see Me, which I’m not sure was a good idea considering I was a 5’7, slender  woman traveling at the speed of light, carrying a almost dead junkie over my shoulder.

“You are invisible  and can only be seen if you want others to see you. Place him on a the stretcher inside of the ambulance and the medics will take him to the emergency room. They will think it was them that rescued him”.

Ok! I answered back mentally, making a mental note that I had to get to the bottom of who this dam voice was that was guiding me.

I  placed him on the available stretcher, alongside the two medics. The minute his body touched the bed, the medics, as if they had rescued him wheeled him out of the van into the hospital. As I looked around people were going on with their lives without noticing Me at all. Just as the voice said.


“Good job”, the voice sounded again.

I had to admit it even though I wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable in My new skin yet, it felt good to save someone’s life. If only more people in power did good things with their talents.

Who are you, who am I now? I asked the voice. No answer. So this was a one way street, The voice could talk to Me whenever it wanted. It was apparent I was not the Top in this situation.

As I walked away, invisible to everyone around me, I remembered that I was very close to my old dungeon and started walking in that direction. I smiled at the thought because  I was Mistress Chase  in Uber mode.

Truly a gift.

With all the cars around I wondered where my old Beamer was, as I thought of it, my mind saw it parked at my old dungeon.  Apparently, I didn’t need a car anymore because my current speed was faster than a car, possibly even a plane. I would have to fly next to a plane sometime and find out.  The thought of flying propelled me into the nights sky, I found I liked being up high. I used to dream about flying all the time. However,  the closest I came to it  in my past life was taking aerial classes, gliding through the air with silk rope. I did not need those classes now. I landed in front of the heavy locked doors of the dungeon and heard the voice of Mistress Von Pain and the pleading  groans of her slave. Legendary for her no mercy bullwhip techniques, she left many a willing masochist bloody, broken and coming back for more. As I pulled at the door to see if my powers would allow me to unlock the  doors, the voice said, “ you also have the power to  walk through structures”.  I did just that. I could get used to this.

“you will take ten more strokes slave”. Mistress Von Pain, instructed her slave, as I entered the room, like a ghost.

The tip of her bullwhip quickly and efficiently drew tiny driblets of blood from his beaten back. The slave hung his head and let out a final long sob against his gag. A visceral sensation moved my hands to take the bullwhip out of her knowledgeable hands and continue to strike the poor soul.  I slashed, every inch of his back with a precision that left a creative yet painful pattern on his back. Needless to say, it took him almost passing out before I could stop Myself. Energy flowed through my veins like the blood of life.

I felt ready to get what I came for.

I left Mistress Von Pain and her slave without there knowledge that I had ever been there. My old locked closet with all its belongings was still nestled in the corner. I walked through the rest of dungeon rooms recalling the many times I was in them. As I walked  towards the back where many Mistress parties were held and movies were made, I  detected a human heartbeat and could smell bodily distress.

This new sense of smell was really something else.

As I got closer, I saw that it was nick, the young good looking service slave of Mistress Dominica. He was naked, and huddled  in a corner, with his arms  raised above him, chained to a o ring in the wall. Each leather restraint on his wrists was locked with a padlock, only his owner had the key. Of course she was no where around and probably planned on leaving him chained all night. Mistress Dominica gave Dommes a bad name. She was a Russian transport, who dared call herself a Domme. Although, a woman of forty, she had the mind of a girl. Girls don’t make good Dommes, it takes a Woman’s insight, intellect and experience to earn the title of a good Dominant. What drew slaves to her was her unmistakable beauty. At 5’8, with a body of a Goddess, long black tresses, flawless skin and deep green eyes, she mesmerized the strongest of men.  Unfortunately, for the men always beckoning to be her slaves, they eventually found themselves broke and degraded by a girl, instead of owned and trained correctly by a confident woman.

nick had all the makings of a good houseboy and I needed one. He was in the right place at the right time.

“nick, it’s Mistress Chase, wake up, it’s time to go to a better place” I nudged him, as I unfastened his locks with my will and swept his musky body up in my arms. Not accustomed to being called by his original name, it took him a moment to open his eyes and process what was going on. His previous owner renamed him nicky. Renaming ones slave was common and as his new owner, I would soon do so, as well. I placed him in the nearby shower and turned the water on cold to wake him.  As the bitter flow woke him up as his eyes opened, he steadied himself against the shower walls, starring at Me in disbelief.

“It’s ok, your situation is about to improve beyond your imagination, trust Me.”.  I stroked the side of his boyish face gently to assure him of my good intent. “Clean yourself up, we have a journey to make”. The power of my gaze, calmed him enough to get him to grin, and he immediately started to soap his nubile body.  The long strong masculine lines of his body and his six pack abs did not go unnoticed by Me, nor did his beautiful hard throbbing cock. As the drops of water formed tiny beads on his physique that animalistic urge that I felt earlier, outside of the gay club, had him on his back in a split second with my shrine positioned on his face.

“Feed from Me, my slave, you are going to need the stamina”. I said. Without much hesitation, his tongue started to explore My warm wetness. A slight moan escaped his mouth as he grabbed the top of My thighs closer to his face. I bore My superiority into his hungry mouth as he sucked on My clit while his tongue slowly circled around the edges of My swollen lips. As he greedily sucked the swell of my hot flesh, his muffled groans were enough to start my ascend into primordial ecstasy.  I was surprised how quickly my desire grew. I clenched his head between my powerful thighs and grabbed a handful of his soft golden locks tightly in my hands.  My body started to shake from the most intense sensation that I have ever felt.  My convulsions were so fierce, that nick’s long body began to convulse as well.  We were like bucking bronco and rider.

“Arghhh, oh yes, I am coming, 000hhh” I heard myself mutter,  My orgasmic spams gyrated against nick’s eager tongue that produced a sultry flush of come like I had never experienced.

“Oh Mistress, you taste sooo good, oh” I heard nick whisper as he lapped and sucked all of Me into him like a new vampire feeding from the blood of his Master.

“Mistress, please, oh Mistress, can I ohhhh, I can’t, I’m,  I’m coming”.  As I felt his lower regions pulse into the air, I  managed to turn my head and see his raging hard on, throb violently, as a waterfall of thick white fluid poured out into a stream of ecstasy, that flowed into a river all over his strong upper thighs and delicious abs. His erotic reaction to Me, caused My orgasm to continue to pour My heavenly nectar into his  mouth. Our bodies felt like they were being lifted into the universe by a momentum beyond anything mortal. After what seemed like an eternity, the movement of our bodies stopped and I slowly lay my satiated body on top of his. I noticed a strength in my movement that prior to the mind blowing orgasm I’d had a few minutes ago, was not there. I glanced at Nick and noticed his once tame look, was more feral. His once lanky muscular, physic, was a mass of ripping muscles.  Past his bulging veins I could see that his blood looked like a potent serum of vitality.

Instinctively,  I sunk my teeth,  now more like canines, into one of those bulging veins of his substantial neck.

“Mistress, what, what,  arghhh are you… ?” He murmured, not being able to get the words completely out. By the way he offered his neck to My feral bite, I could tell he liked it. I latched on and pierced through his taut skin until I felt his thick liquid gush into my mouth.  Like  pomegranate juice, it was sweet and tart at the same time. I pulled back to see a heavy deep red plush liquid flowing from his neck. Although, his low groans were those of pleasure, I placed my mouth back on the small wounds I inflicted on him, to stop the blood flow and closed his skin back to its un punctured state.  I bit down on the artery on my wrist and drew My own blood.  It was the same plush liquid that spilled from Nicks neck.  It wasn’t so much the taste of blood I was after, as I was to see the new potency that filled us both.

This potency was the Nectar of Goddesses. By feeding nick my Nectar, I transferred a unworldly power unto him. I sensed our immortality, nick was now stronger than all humans. However, as his Maker, his power was less than mine.

“Mistress, something is different, I feel different, invincible, if I may say so Mistress”.

“Yes, I believe we are invincible, the situation is  more than I can explain right now. We have little time to dwell on the matter because it is time to gather My army”. With little effort I pushed myself off of him and extended my arm out to pull his potent body up to a standing position.”

“It’s time for our hunt”

Before I knew it our mortal forms were changed into two feline Cheetahs, the fastest running land animal on earth. We glanced at each other not sure about anything as our instincts overtook us.

At the speed of light we were out of the door and running from 0 to 60 miles in 3 seconds flat. With nick only a few feet behind Me, I saw our prey several miles away, Navy Seals preparing for danger wherever that may be.

Those boys were mine now, to protect the Island of Mistress Chase.





























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One of my long time slaves called me for a session recently.  “Mistress, I would like to see you tomorrow at 4pm for two hours  if you are available?”

I paused on the line for a moment because as my long time slave, slave of Mine, as I named him, was trained by Me, early in his service, to always start by specifically asking, “Mistress, I would like to serve You, if you are available”, when he wanted a session. He has been very diligent in doing this for the three + years of his service to Me. Why had he decided not to follow protocol today?

Not long after he started sessioning with Me, I discovered he was a service slave, he enjoyed nothing more than doing things I asked him to do, chores, errands, laundry, emailing, organizing, cleaning my leather and latex, handy work around the dungeon or my home, driving Me about and so forth. Worshipping My feet was his favorite. he could this for hours.  slaves came a dime a dozen, good slaves, foot or otherwise, were hard to find.

He did not care for pain or extreme inescapable bondage, being loaned out to other Mistresses, sessioning with other slaves, or watching Me with other slaves. And although he kept it to himself, I sensed a slight jealousy streak.

Being a Mistress for ten + years, ones instincts are honed in a way that vanilla folk can’t always understand. Lets put this way, if I were a shady character I could start my own 800 physic, I can read your thoughts, bullshit  phone line….but a shady character I am not. With that being said I knew it was time to reset My slaves clock and get him on the right service path with Me again. That is  if he wished to continue his service to Me. I would soon find out.

I  did not disclose My thoughts to slave of Mine over the phone, as I thought it best to surprise him. That way the assurance that I remain ten steps ahead of him when it came to our D/s relationship would be reestablished through my actions, instead of words.

slave of Mine, rang the doorbell right at 4pm. Always punctual, I had to give him that. The dungeon girl, who we simply named girl, was around all day to let the various Mistresses’ visitors in. Amongst other things, that was her job. It was a busy day at the dungeon. slave of Mine entered with a beautiful bouquet of blood-red Amaryllis in his hands.

I remained seated in My chair, as he came over got on his knees, bowed his head, inches from my feet and presented the lovely bouquet to Me.

“For you My Mistress”.  Always thoughtful.  However, that would not make up for his earlier blunder.

“Thank you slave”. I said without taking the flowers from him and rising from my chair. I opened the door and called for girl. Without hesitation she shuffled easily towards Me. She had a lovely geisha like quality about her.

“Put the flowers slave brought for Me in a vase, get my gum ball  gag out of my closet, as well, fetch my coat, gloves & purse”.  She did all these things effortlessly and in good time.  I took the ball gag from her, walked over to slave of mine, whose head was still bowed and put it in his mouth.

The punishment gag, another name I gave it because of its girth, was not a favorite among slaves because of its large size.  It filled an entire mouth and forced it uncomfortably open. Nevertheless, slave of Mine accepted it because it was what I wanted. Once I secured the straps tightly behind his head, I walked around to the front of him, positioned my hand into a fist, turning my hand sideways so the back part of my hand was right in front of the gag and gave it a slight, yet firm pound once into his mouth.  This action forced slave’s head back and a slight groan to travel up his throat.  This final push was necessary to assure that the gag was inside of the mouth correctly. It also, gave Me perverse pleasure to give this daunting push, as the receiver never expects it the first time and fears it from there on.

“Restrain his hands behind his back”. I instructed slave girl. She set my belongings down and did as she was told. I grabbed a thin black cotton hood, with an opening for the nose & mouth from the equipment rack and placed it over his head.  I motioned for slave girl to help me put on my gloves and coat.

“Pull up my car to the front, we are going for a little outing”.  I got my keys out of my purse and handed them to her. The last of slaves adornments were the leash and collar, which I placed around his neck, in silence. He was used to a lot of verbiage from Me but tonight he would be ignored while being forced to watch Me with others. I lead him out the car, carefully, so he wouldn’t fall.

“Go slowly, I step, you step” I whispered in his ear. “Whatever you do, do not walk into Me”.  Sensing something was amiss and unfamiliar, he carefully obeyed. I heard his heart beat, his brain scrambling. He wanted to balance what I had unbalanced. No chance of that. When girl opened the back door I pushed his head sideways onto the back seat and pushed his body flat down on the seat and fastened his bound feet, with snap hooks to the rings of the leather cuffs on his hands.

Unaware that we were going to one of Mistress Natalia’s Goddess Foot Worship parties,  slave of mine; helpless, bound & gagged, brought a smile to My face.  Instinctively I knew that this was the right course of action to take.

When I drove through the gates to Mistress Natalia’s home, her long time slave, hector was out front of her sprawling home to assist the guests, he opened my door and offered to help with whatever I needed. Mistress Natalia’s parties were always the best, her team of devotees left nothing unattended.

“Good evening Mistress Chase”.

“Good evening Hector,  help Me get my slave out of the backseat, please”.

“Yes Mistress Chase, my pleasure”.  He replied, opening the back door and undoing the hooks that bound slaves feet to his hand. he helped him out of the car and offered slave’s leash to Me to escort him in.

“Take him to the Punishment Tree in the back, tie him securely, so that he is facing the house. Take off his shirt and leave everything else on, replace his gag with this smaller one”, I instructed him, handing him a smaller gag from my coat pocket.I opened the trunk of My car and pulled out a Victorian style posture collar.  “Use this posture collar, so he is forced to watch everything. I will have nothing to do with this slave for the time being”.

”Consider it done Mistress”. Hector assured Me, as he gazed pitifully over my restricted slave. hector’s rope bondage technique was superb. I knew he would not disappoint Me.

I made my way towards the house as the two slaves followed behind Me. I knew how slave of Mine hated it when someone else took control of him.  I relished his suffering.  If slave wanted to be owned exclusively by Me, it was Time to learn to never take that ownership for granted again.

“Hello Mistress Chase”, Mistress Natalia said, as I entered her house, “So glad you could make it”.

“I wouldn’t have  missed it for the world, Natalia”. I responded noticing what a lively party it was, music, food, drink, pedicure & manicure stations throughout.  The Mistresses looking very happy to get their feet pampered by foot slaves who were eager to please them. As hector and my slave entered behind Me, all eyes focused on My slave, led by hector. It was evident by him being led to the punishment tree, in the manner that he was that he was being punished. I put my fingers to my lips, letting everyone know not to utter one word about the slave. I wanted him to feel the silence as he was being led out back.  He knew about the punishment tree.  No attention was to paid to him whatsoever. He had seen other slaves punished at the tree during previous visits with Me at some of  Mistress Natalia’s events. Tonight it was  his turn.  I smelled his fear.

As soon as hector closed the door behind him everyone continued on with their fun and I couldn’t wait to join them.  Mistress Natalia and I talked shop for a bit while I  had a pedicure slave attend to My feet, in perfect view of My slave. Actually, everything I did this evening was in full view of My slave.  His punishment didn’t need to be physical or hands on, just being forced to watch  someone else tending to Mistress was punishment enough for him. Although, he knew I had a harem of slaves, which included a few favorites, he fancied himself my favorite.  He would have to earn his way back into his coveted position.

One of my favorite female massage slaves, 24/7, who was on loan to attend to others this evening by her Mistress Elise, came beckoning, head down, on her knees, extending her hands out to Me. Trained to do this by her Mistress, she was letting Me know she was at My service.

“Yes, lovely, please massage My arms, neck & shoulders, it would be a relaxing  addition to My pedicure”. I sat back as, 24/7 started her delicious massage. Being a licensed masseuse that loved to serve, her massage technique was absolutely divine. So much so, I have had the pleasure of her coming to my home and giving Me massages. The kindness of this gesture never went unnoticed by Me, as I always always made sure to send Mistress Elise, gifts of gratitude.

As the party progressed, I joined the Mistresses laughter, sought the services of the  scantily clad servants carrying trays of various delicacies and wines from around the world.  All the foot slaves were busy  massaging the Mistresses feet & arms  with precious oils.  Mistress Natalia was known for covering every detail at her parties. I did not miss to many. I gazed out at My slave, misery  written all over his face, like a chalkboard with too much chalk on it, as hector tied him into another bondage position. hector’s love of bondage evident.  His instincts were on point as to when the subject needed to be released from bondage or be tied differently.  He knew that leaving a subject in bondage to long could cause damage to ones circulation and can cause nerve damage.  My slave’s threshold was being pushed. I knew just how much to push and when it would be enough. And much to his credit he did not utter the safe word. If he had I would of immediately have him taken down, dismissed him as my slave and have hector drive him back to his car.  Instead took his punishment as he should. My guess was that by now he was fully aware of his mistake and was ready to  rectify it.  Not just yet!


“Is Mistress satisfied with her pedicure?” the foot slave asked as he applied the final top coat to My last toe.

“Yes, you’ve gotten a lot better than you used to be, practice makes perfect”. I replied getting up to give My slave his last punishment. Both slaves stepped aside, clasping their arms behind their backs and bowing their heads.

As I made My way outside, hector quickly opened the sliding class door.  When I reached My slave, I untied his small mouth gag that I had put on him earlier.

“Now, what is it you wish to say to Me, slave?”

In obvious distress, his body weak and his spirit shaken, he managed to say “Forgive this slave of Yours, Mistress,  for not addressing You properly today.  It was an error on my part and will not happen again”.

“Why did you address Me incorrectly?”

“It was a slip of the tongue Mistress, I wasn’t thinking clearly this morning, due to other things going on in my life”

“I am offended to be confused with “other things” in your life”.

“Oh no Mistress, You definitely, are not, I am truly sorry”.

“Do you wish to remain in My service?”

“Oh yes Mistress, if you will allow this slave to remain in Your service, I will be forever grateful”.

“Clearly, you thought you could speak to Me anyway you wanted today and I am not sure why and I need to be assured this will never happen again”.

“Oh no Mistress, it will never happen again, I’m sure of it”.

“I am not sure of what you say, however, there is something you can do to make Me feel more certain that you understand this disrespect towards Me will not happen again”.

“Anything Mistress!” The desperation in his voice immediate.

“Good”, I replied, facing him and whispering My instructions in his right ear. “you will remain facing the party, while you say “Mistress, how may I serve You?”, over and over until I give you permission to stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress”.  He answered, his voice  shaky.

“If you stop before I give you permission, I will give hector permission to whip you with one of Mistress Natalia’s bullwhips, do you understand?”

He was quick to respond with “Yes Mistress, that won’t be necessary, Mistress”.

“I hope not. Start with the proper way to address Me, now”.

He started immediately. I instructed hector to continue to monitor him, as his arms were strung over his head and tied to the branch above him, with only the posture collar to hold his head up. I knew that he could safely be in this position, without pulling muscle for about fifteen minutes.

Once inside, I reached for a class of wine from one of the serving slaves and mingled with the crowd, occasionally looking up to see My slaves, mouth moving. He was truly sorry and had learned his lesson. After fifteen minutes went by and his mouth was still moving, I motioned for hector to bring him to Me. hector released him, taking the posture collar off. To bring his circulation back he had slave move his arms around for a bit and then fastened the leash to his collar and walked him through the crowd. My slaves, head hung low he was shamed and humiliated in front of everyone. This type of punishment is what he hated most and therefore I gave it to him.

“Thank you  hector, you are free to go and tend to your other duties, Mistress Natalia has trained you well”.

“Thank you Mistress”. hector replied bowing his head and making his way to where he was needed next.

I snapped my fingers twice for slave to sit next to Me. “you do not have permission to speak, so don’t utter a sound”.  he fell at my feet, exhausted, tired and probably very hungry. I handed him some water and the left overs on My plate. he sat quietly, taking in the much needed nourishment. He was glad to be back by My side.

He would never make this mistake again, this I knew. I patted his head as he ate, and resumed My conversation with those around Me, not allowing him to touch My feet, just yet.

A Mistresses work is never done.


One of my devoted slaves took me to lunch recently, our conversation centered around all things kink, as it usually does, however, it being close to Thanksgiving, we discussed all things Thanksgiving too. Throughout our lunch my mind suddenly started to envision a fun Thanksgiving role play scene, with 3 adventurous and quick witted slaves that I knew. They would not only be able to see the humor in the following scene but also be eager participants.


I would roll them up like a Turducken with delicious bread stuffing layered between each of their naked bodies. Each slave was different heights which would work perfectly! The 6 foot slave would be the Turkey, the 5’8  slave would be the chicken and the 5’5 slave one would be the duck.  All three slaves would lay on their sides shortest to the tallest. They would each keep enough space between them so that my servant and I could place delicious bread stuffing  between them. Then I would have them curl up into a fetus like position, ready to be garnished and tied like a bird.  I imagined wearing black opera length gloves, a black satin dress, adorned with pearls, while my male servant was to be dressed like an English Butler.


My servant would then cut a long piece of Butchers twine that I would use to tie the slaves together to keep them in a compressed position. Wrapping the string around the top slaves back, down to all of their cock n balls, along the front of the bottom slave’s chest, back around the tops back, down around his legs and binding them all together, ending with a knot on the bottom of their ankles.

Turducken bondage!

A long skewer would be placed between the stuffing of the second and first slave and they would be placed upon on a rotisserie rack.  Except for their faces, I decided to wrap them up in tin foil, for added moisture,  as well as to keep all the stuffing in its place. My servant and I would then take three apples and stuff one in each of their mouths. Stuffed, bound, gagged and foiled they were now ready to be our Thanksgiving feast!

Apple gags!

My Domme friends that  I would invite over for Thanksgiving would be delighted and amused with the slave Turducken turning round and round on a rotisserie for our viewing pleasure. We would sit around sip wine, poured by my servant, while laughing and talking about holiday feast in front of us!

Rotisserie wheel!

Needless to say when I related this fantasy to my slave, during lunch, he and I thought of many more possibilities on where this scene could go. The baskets that were filled with apples around the restaurant suddenly took on a different meaning, lol.