Victoria Cayne

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Safety First

Safety has always been of the utmost priority to Me. I want for both of us to play and let go on the journey in which I lead. Part of why I love this career, is being able to put my toys at ease, & let them come on that journey with me. I’ve never cut any corners with safety & now is not the time to start.

Someone who played with me recently sent me this note, & it is an honor to be trusted this much..

“I just want to say thank you for a fantastic session today. I really enjoyed it, and it was very much what I needed. But I REALLY want to thank you for being so safe about Covid! I was very nervous about sessioning because of the covid risk, but your safety precautions were top notch, and I came out of the session feeling great about that. So thank you.”

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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.

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A Toy in Need of Correction

The uncertainty… the trepidation… the anticipation. The quickening of my heartbeat as I approach her door. As her door opens, I know she is standing behind and as it slowly closes behind me, I see her. Miss Victoria Cayne greets me and her eyes immediately pull me in. She is gorgeous; her soft, red hair, her figure but most of all, her presence captivate me.

She has played with me before and knows my weaknesses well. The sessions are hers to direct and she determines the level of play I will be subjected to. Whatever she wants to do with me will be done. She is considerate of me and will honor a safe word, but she will push me to my limits before this session is over.

I recently erred, and I knew that during this visit to Miss Victoria Cayne, in Boston, was going to include some much needed correction. She got right to it.

I stretched naked over her lap and she proceeded to administer my punishment with some severe spanking. This skilled woman wields a heavy hand. I wondered to myself what the hell I was thinking when I cancelled a previous session with her and provided insultingly short notice. I realized giving such short notice of canceling was not my only wrong. I was disrespectful of her, whom I am very fond of and I disrupted her schedule as well, leaving a hole in her plans.

A series of rapid fire spankings, counting down from 100, drove the point home.
I WILL NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!!!

I have to mention that she very nicely soothes my reddened bottom with her ointment, which also allowed a greater impact of her stinging strikes.

Following my spanking, Miss Victoria Cayne used her electrical toys to further torment my bottom, before taking me completely.

An erotic, stimulating and corrective session at the mercy of my mistress. She is magnificent and in a short time has mesmerized and captivated me. My allegiance is to Miss Victoria Cayne.

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Best of Both Worlds

slave a and I were having troubles aligning our schedules, and we were long overdue to play, so I made sure My weekend was clear as well as his for some long overdue play time…he is such a dear toy to Me, and I cherish each and every scene we have together. 

“MVC’s judgement as always had been extraordinarily prudent and wise! It had been over a week since my last release and the anticipation for O/our session the following day had me already melting… A chastity cage was more than necessary to ensure “Her” cock didn’t have any accidents in the interim.

As instructed, I locked up as the anticipation for O/our extended scene had my head in all sorts of places. I anticipated the embrace of MVC’s leather body bag, strewn out to be used, teased, and/or tortured however She wished. Whether that was to be the challenge of increasingly harsh electrics, the intimacy and humiliation of having Her feet and armpits pressed against my face, or whatever other torture She may have in store. I was also excited by the possibilities of playing both in the immaculately equipped dungeon She shares with Domina Ava St. Marks as well as in the hotel room I had booked nearby. Splitting the scene over the course of two days provided a chance to recapture that clandestine intimacy of O/our earliest encounters in Boston and doing something kinky/taboo in a more domestic/everyday environment. 

As I think back: one of my happiest memories of the past year was a simple, fleeting moment of laying on the ground—MVC and I in O/our vanilla clothes–while W/we waiting for an Uber to arrive. Staring into MVC’s eyes, Her feet pressed against my face straight from their sneakers. Perhaps it was my imagination, but they seemed the most foul they had ever been. The smell was so strong I couldn’t decide whether it was reward or punishment–but ultimately it didn’t matter because there was my Mistress locking eyes with me and that was all that mattered. I could have stayed there for a week… 🙂

Breaking up the session between the dungeon and hotel truly would allow us to have the best of both worlds.

True to form, the afternoon in the dungeon was positively mind scrambling. Mistress instructed me to arrive plugged with an extra key to my hotel room and the only keys to my chastity cage. Both were handed over to Her with haste before I was forced to succumb to some of the most restrictive bondage and intense electric play in O/our entire history of playing. All the while, being completely denied for the 2+ hours.

A quick shower followed by a delightful dinner before I headed back to hotel, still securely locked, for whatever rest I could muster. For you see, MVC had that extra key to my hotel room along with my full consent to show up without warning at any time of Her choosing!

I can think of no luckier way to be woken up. MVC came unannounced to my hotel, to bind me in a complex web on intricate rope bondage & to torment me with Her sweaty feet. The more I whimpered about being locked up in chastity, the more Mistress teased me. A cock-shaped gag was forced into my mouth ensuring that as Her feet pressed upon my face, the rubber cock was shoved deeper and deeper down my throat. It was sensory overload at it’s finest.

Finally satisfied I suffered enough for Her amusement, I was at last unlocked and the scene came to its inevitable conclusion. If I wasn’t tied down, I’m sure I would have floated to the ceiling of the hotel suite.

Rest assured—whether in a dungeon or in a hotel—MVC’s sessions are second to none! No one can craft and execute a scene the way She can! Her penchant for orchestrating mind-blowing scenes is unrivaled.“

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Have some cake with your submission

Here’s another account from slave a on one of O/our recent sessions. Enjoy!

Kneeling on the floor: collared, locked in chastity, that familiar feeling of subspace encroaching as the sound of Mistress’s boots descending the dungeon stairs fills the room…

MVC had asked me some new ways I wanted to be pushed in this particular session, and I had reluctantly disclosed that I had always had a fascination with trying sploshing. And so, I was commanded to stop at the grocery store on the way to the dungeon and pick up some supplies. Now with the session beginning, I had no idea how MVC’s creative, wicked, and boundless imagination would put to use the items I had brought.

When MVC was satisfied I had paid adequate attention to worshiping Her stunning thigh-high boots, She wasted no time in securing me to a piece of bondage furniture using an expert combination of ropes, straps, and elastic netting. This left me ready to be used as She saw fit.

After, I was unbound and instructed to lie on the floor. An electric toy was then dialed to as high as I could withstand. It was only then that MVC’s devious plans for the cake I had brought became known to me…

MVC had decided to add a twist to the usual stinky foot worship included in O/our scenes. Not only would I be forced to smell Her feet, but afterwards I would have to clean the frosting from the cake completely off of them. Being forced to lick the overly sweet frosting only to encounter the occasional salty patch was horrible, gross, degrading… and yet now a forever cherished memory.

All this continued until MVC had been thoroughly satisfied and I lay on the ground completely defeated.

Finally after being given a moment to compose myself, I was allowed to shower before being sent on my way… locked back up until MVC decided otherwise!

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More Fun with J

This dear toy of Mine has been serving Me for many months. He strives to be the best toy for Me he can possibly be, in and out of scene. His devotion to Me is exquisite and deeply treasured. Each and every time, I make sure his bottom matches his equally rosy cheeks, which I manifest by erotically embarrassing him… thank you, J!

Before I begin my praise of Miss Victoria Cayne’s beauty and skills in discipline, I want to thank her for her recommendation of Wreck n Roll’s beard oil. I purchased Public Enemy No. 1 Beard Oil based upon her comments on Twitter. I only needed to see that it “excites and pleases” her and I was placing my order. Miss Victoria Cayne’s taste is impeccable! This product is of very high quality. Smooth, fragrant and comfortable to apply. It contains vitamins to soothe the skin and a tobacco fragrance to lend a masculine scent among the traces of almond and avocado oils. www.wreckroll.com

I am enthralled with Miss Victoria Cayne. I’m anticipating some well deserved discipline from her in a few weeks in Boston. My past sessions with her have instilled in me a sense of awe in her ability to inflict pain and discipline with a caring follow-up. Her spankings are thrilling and punishing. My bottom, under her firm hand, is reddened and stinging. She orders me into a very submissive position when inspecting me and preparing me. I have never felt so vulnerable as I do at that time. Embarrassed, exposed, lying still while awaiting her is an experience that I look forward to with timid and excited anticipation. My surrender to her is exquisite. I know that in my upcoming session, my lack of consideration in the past will be dealt with severely and it is my need to accept it and embrace this act of corrective behavior before moving on as a humbled submissive devoted to her. I hope to emerge from her discipline and pleasure in exposing me completely as a better person and client of hers. Pain and humility lead to respect under proper tutelage and I recognize my good fortune in being allowed to be taught and reformed by Miss Victoria Cayne.

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Roleplay with J

I have been playing with J, for many months now, and although I have pushed them very far in many directions, this was the first time we opted for a role play…it continues below…

Be careful what you wish for 😉 Thank you so much for the fun time always, J.

“The door creaked open, and I heard the shoes march in before I could do anything.  Sure enough, her biting words rang out; “Oh my God, what are you doing?!”

“N-nothing” I say, frantically trying to put my hard cock back in my pants, while pausing the porn video I had up on my computer screen.  The secretary had walked in on me at the worst possible time.

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” she said to me harshly.  And then, to my dismay, she moved forward, seizing control of the situation.  Confidently, aggressively, she demanded “Show me what you’re watching.”  Despite my racing heartbeat, there was no escaping things now.  She was right by my side, leaning over me to see the screen.  She saw the video there, with a dominant woman bending her submissive over.  My face turned beet red with embarrassment, and I begged her not to tell anyone else in the office what she had seen.  She knew – she now held the power.

Her words bit into me again, resonating deep within me, causing me to tremble with fear, humiliation and arousal: “If you want me to keep quiet, then we’re going to do this my way.  You’re going to tell me all your fantasies, and I’m going to use them against you.  Now, strip!”

With no other option but to obey, my clothes were off and I was there to serve Miss Victoria, praying that I would perform well enough that she wouldn’t turn me in to my boss.  I revealed my fantasies. And true to her word, each of these became reality.  Miss Victoria discovered my stash of sissy clothes in my bag and made me dress for her.  She bent me over the desk and punished me, repeatedly spanking me.  My ass cheeks turned red while she forced me to watch more of the porn video and describe what I liked about it.  As words tumbled out of my mouth, Miss Victoria’s hold on me grew stronger, giving her still more information to hold over my head, to humiliate me, and make me do as she wished.

Next, she moved me to the bed, restraining me and locking me into place.  After further punishment strokes, I was allowed to rub and massage Miss Victoria’s feet. I was there to serve her needs, even the most basic ones.  Still restrained and in place with no way to escape, she towered over me. My mind tried and failed to comprehend the emotions that coursed through me as I lay there.  Subject to this demeaning and humiliating act, yet paradoxically feeling honored, privileged, even blessed to serve in this way.

The verdict was in: Miss Victoria informed me that I had performed well – that she would not tell anyone about what she had seen me doing on company time.  As I floated in and out of subspace, she told me this was now our ritual.  By day we could go through the motions of boss and secretary.  By night though, I would kneel before her.  I had become her toy, her submissive, her slut.”

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For your viewing and reading pleasure…

This is an outtake of a shoot I did about a year ago. I am very pleased with most of my devoted toys, so here you go! Those of you know who isn’t worthy of viewing this image. I also wanted to post some really great words, one of My newest favorite toys in Boston wrote for me! We had such a hot scene, the chemistry and connection was immediate on both ends!

Thank you dear sub, I look forward to my next Boston trip!

“Thank you for an amazing session on your recent trip to Boston. It was clear from the moment the session got under way that you had taken the time to review our correspondence and tailor the experience to explore my interests while taking into consideration my limitations. The play felt personal and never scripted.

The teasing was exquisite and torturous. The bondage some of the most immobilizing I’ve ever experienced. I felt completely helpless, but happily didn’t experience any numbness or tingling from pinched nerves as I’ve sometimes had issues with in the past. I was amazed how many positions we were able to explore during the two hours.

The whole scene was fantastic. I felt exposed and completely at your mercy. Perfectly forceful without feeling like any damage was being done. The electric stimulation was a new experience for me and easily the highlight of the evening. It was my first time sessioning out of a hotel room, but the amount of equipment and toys in your mobile arsenal left nothing to be desired.

You were incredibly adept at sensing when I needed to change bondage positions, have a gag adjusted, or needed a water break all without breaking your control or the momentum of the scene And the forced CEI at the end of the scene was a pleasant, unpleasant surprise!

Setting up a session with a pro-domme for the first time can always be a bit nervous-making, but you made the process as stress free as possible.  I look forward to hopefully many more encounters in the future. I’d love to pick up where we left off! :)”

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