Victoria Cayne

She knows me now

This sweet toy of Mine is such a skilled writer and I am pleased to publish his words on my blog! He started off very shy, and simply into spanking, and here we are, many adventures later…

Thanks, j from Boston! Enjoy!

She knows me now. What my needs are; how deep my secrets are. How easily she can bend me to her will and how weak I am in her presence.

Miss Victoria Cayne. As they always do, her eyes capture my attention immediately. They narrow slightly and I begin to feel as if my mind is not my own. Her smile is pretty, inviting, sly and knowing.

The session begins as I quickly undress.  Once I’m completely naked and standing before her, she comes towards me, exuding total control and authority. She wants me to tell her what I need, confirming what she already suspects, but making me ask for it. A facet of the submission, I’m sure. Humbling me and having me give trembling voice to my most secret wants and needs.

Having ordered me in place across her knees, Miss Victoria Cayne begins to administer her corrective actions to my bare bottom. Many strikes, increasing in impact but interspersed with a calming, soothing touch before resuming with renewed force until I begin to cry out. Miss Cayne tells me that she has reddened my bottom and the sting that still remains assures me that she has indeed.

She has been working out of my field of vision and I’m left in anticipation of what is to come next.  Then I’m completely filled with her largest device and her electric implements are in use as well. The sensations are intense as she manipulates them….twisting and pulsating . My humiliation is complete as I think of the position I am in; naked and  prone on her bed, my bottom exposed and played with. This is what I wanted.

That mysterious need, that “itch”, and Miss Victoria Cayne being the only person in the world that I would trust enough to tell about and submit to. Her skills, beauty and persona are enthralling. At the end of our session I’m left feeling as if I’ve transcended the often bland routine of my life and stepped into the exciting world of Miss Victoria Cayne.

Rapturous Enthrallment

A short while ago, I had the privilege of serving MVC during Her recent tour to NYC. MVC tours regularly to Boston, Washington DC, and Chicago but this was Her first official tour to New York and I was honored for the chance to spend time with Her!

Ahead of Her arrival I was instructed to lock myself in chastity and make sure to have charged the powerful Bluetooth buttplug that only She has control over… so I knew I was in for a desperate couple of days! 😉

At the end of the first day of MVC’s tour at out of one of New York’s finest professional dungeons, I had the joy of treating Her to a plentiful spread of Turkish food from a nearby restaurant. Those who have sessioned with MVC know that she cares about chemistry first and foremost, and I have come to cherish O/our time catching up and connecting before and after a scene as much as I do the incredible sessions themselves.

Given the late hour, it seemed prudent to save the more strenuous tortures for the following evening when W/we were both better rested. For now, I was instructed to undress and lay prone on the ground beneath Her so She could use my face as a footrest for Her tired feet after a long day in the dungeon. As MVC pressed Her feet firmly down, I found myself unconcerned by my own comfort or the passage of time. All that mattered was I was there to serve my Mistress, and as long as She was comfortable and at ease so too was I.

I remained locked that night—the key to my cage securely out of my possession. And though I expected a rough, sleepless night given my predicament: I was pleasantly surprised when I had one of the soundest night sleeps I’d ever had… cage or no cage! In MVC’s words, “I was right where I belonged” and with that came a sense of total contentment.

Of course, the following evening I had my mind blown as only MVC can when she turns all Her creative attentions to the sweet suffering of one of Her subjects. Having been plugged all evening the night before during dinner, Mistress instructed me to use the larger Bluetooth toy that had been charged in anticipation of Her arrival. Still locked, MVC conducted my ass like a symphony from an adjacent room as I knelt on the floor awaiting Her arrival.

Upon entering the room, MVC proceeded to completely bind me from head-to-toe. I lay on the ground entirely entombed in the embrace of her leather body bag (one of my favorites). Straps, hand and feet mitts, and a hood all added to my helplessness. The next hour consisted of an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain; tease and denial. A blur of increasingly challenging electrics, foot smothering, and vibration. By the end, I was a gibbering, smiling mess of a slave, floating down from a cloud of subspace. Grateful to be used; grateful to be owned.

And as I reflect fondly now on that kinky night, I find myself once again locked… straining against the cruel yet familiar bars of a custom, steel cage I acquired at MVC’s direction… Once again awaiting the chance a few days from now to present myself to Her to serve and be used however She wishes. I wouldn’t want it any other way…

This is what it means to be where I belong. This is what it means to be under the rapturous enthrallment of Miss Victoria Cayne.