Victoria Cayne

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Doing What I Love!

It has been a minute since I updated my blog, and that is because I have been so busy doing what I absolutely love. Artistically creating mind blowing scenes, playing with those I have deep chemistry with, and constantly pushing those who come to serve me.

Come find out what all the hype is about. What are you waiting for? I have my own high end, fully equipped studio in Philadelphia, and also frequent Boston and New York City. 

Mistress Cayne,

What an incredible day, thank you so much! It was exactly what I needed, and was ultimately hoping for. 

I just had my first meal of the day, and my jaw immediately reminded me what it went through yesterday — awesome!

I mentioned yesterday it was the most intense I could remember. What was so intense was the back and forth — my mind couldn’t figure out whether to enjoy or brace for impact 🙂 Pushing me to my edge was perfect and helped me get into headspace. 

The electric itself was perfect too, in so many ways — just enough of the spikes to be a bit painful at times, but pleasurable too. At times the electric actually felt like a hand moving, which was amazing. 

You kept me guessing the whole time, I never got comfortable for very long with any predicament. You are truly a master of your craft. 

Thank you so much.

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Lucky to be Hers

A short while ago, I had the privilege to once again serve Miss Victoria Cayne in Her dungeon in Philadelphia. Days before I was scheduled to travel to Pennsylvania to see Her, I got the message every slave both dreads and loves to see… “It’s time to lock up!”

Already on edge from the days (and sleepless nights) in chastity, I arrived at the dungeon—where MVC wasted no time collaring, binding, and leashing me. I’ve come to learn from experience that MVC likes me as physically helpless as I am mentally helpless in Her presence. Now rendered nothing more than a toy for Her amusement, Mistress soon moved me to the imposing bondage chair against the wall—but not before making sure I was outfitted with all manner of electric toys for Her to play with for the next hour or so.

I’m always amazed at the expert skill with which MVC paces a scene. Elaborate bondage takes time to execute properly and the process of being bound is as much a part of the experience as the complete immobilization itself. While gagged and blindfolded, it’s hard to tell exactly what Mistress is or will be doing next—but Her presence radiates throughout the dungeon maintaining connection and chemistry throughout.

After being locked in chastity for a prolonged period, the skin is extra sensitive. Sensation is dialed up to eleven and sometimes what would otherwise be pleasurable sensations can burn or feel like CBT. MVC took this to Her full advantage keeping me completely on edge… the only relief from Her torturous ministrations coming in the form of Her sweaty feet pressed against my face as the electricity cascaded and peaked below. Already at my wits end, Mistress then moved me to the spanking bench, where She had even more access to ruthlessly tease and deny me until I could take no more…

All the while a single thought permeated my conscious, “I’m so lucky to be Hers!”

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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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Slave-a-versary

slave a and I recently commemorated two years since Our/our first session! I wanted to share some of his thoughts below:

A short while ago, MVC and I celebrated Our/our two-year “slave-a-versary”. Reflecting on the two years since We/we first met, I was reminded how grateful I am to be Her slave. I feel like I’ve run out of superlatives and accolades to describe what an incredible Mistress MVC is. Each and every boundary-pushing session has been more thrilling, hot, and mind-blowing than the last.

To serve MVC is to feel purpose. To stare into Her beautiful eyes is to be known. To be beneath Her is to know peace.

The tortured anticipation of waiting for Our/our session was almost too much to bear; The knots in my stomach, the sleepless nights, and the erotic charge of longing to serve again. I even felt forced to lock myself back into chastity a few days before We/we played—not trusting my basest of instincts—and wanting to ensure I arrived at the dungeon in as a helpless, submissive frenzy as I could. As I heard the familiar click of the lock and felt the confining snugness of the steel cage, I realized I had been on borrowed time. “This is where I belong,” as MVC would say.

The session was of course incredible! A brilliantly orchestrated barrage of impact play and scratching, electrics, heavy bondage, foot worship, and overall total domination—all perfectly executed as only MVC can.

In a recent tweet, MVC described a photo of the marks left on a sub as how She paints. It’s an appropriate sentiment that only deepens the more consideration is given. Not only do the marks reveal themselves to be art through the simple visual contrast against the skin—but the entire process in how they are rendered is nothing short of art.

Like the greatest artisan, MVC, is capable of eliciting the desired results using Her tools and me, Her canvas. Having played dozens of times now, She knows not only the limits of pain I can take mentally—but the exact amount of pressure and force required to leave her imprint upon me without drawing blood. The result is art, as is the process. A beautiful power exchange between Mistress & sub.

I am so honored to be Hers.

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“Quality time” with Ava St. Marks & Victoria Cayne

This is a review of a scene that was written by a long time toy of Ava St. Marks that she decided to share with me. Her and I have a natural chemistry when it comes to playing with one another, and it is simply magic when the two of us play together with an “unsuspecting” toy! 😉

“I was considering how best to share with my fellow “Max Fischers’ my experience from a very recent extended doubles session with two amazing Dommes, Mistresses Ava St. Marks and Victoria Cayne (MVC). While all of the usual descriptors like “amazing, mind shattering and a lifetime memory” would be easily applicable here, I also think those adjectives are a little too common in reviews like this. I wanted to provide a little more substance to the review that might give more insight to my experience.

I used the words “quality time” in the post title because that is what you can expect when you surrender yourself to these Ladies. Everything about this session was of the highest quality. Scheduling the session was simple and straightforward. In fact, I felt like I was scheduling a fun outing with two friends rather than a Professional domination session.

When I arrived it was obvious that the Ladies had given serious consideration to my huge leather and boot fetish as both Ladies looked stunning in their thigh high boots. Since I had already sessioned several times with Mistress Ava, She quickly introduced me to Mistress Victoria Cayne (MVC). MVC was delightful, greeted me warmly and told me that she was excited and looking forward to playing with one of Ava’s subs. From the welcome I received from the two of them, I knew that I had made a GREAT decision to schedule this session. Again, I have to use the word Quality. The Ladies were attired in high-end fetish wear, and both Ladies looked gorgeous. The introduction and small talk that followed was warm and genuine, and I was totally at ease as we descended the stairs to Ava’s basement dungeon.

I have had the pleasure of serving many highly accomplished Dommes in my 25 years of involvement in BDSM and I have seen a great many well-appointed dungeons and play spaces. Mistress Ava’s dungeon is among the very best. Again, the word quality comes to mind. Her collection includes a tremendous selection of high-end furniture pieces that will accommodate any desire. If you can think of it, you will likely find it in Mistress Ava’s dungeon. I won’t try to list every piece of furniture and all the equipment that she has, but you can check out the list for yourself at www.avastmarks.com or at her Fetlife profile.

The session started with me completely immobilized in the CBT chair. While Mistress Ava made certain that the bondage was severe and inescapable, Mistress Victoria began to torture my nipples with her fingers and some severe nipple clamps. Mistress Ava is well aware that I am a total NT slut, and she had obviously shared this little tidbit with MVC. MVC told me that she would be in charge of my nipple torture and that it would be continuous and non-stop for the entire 3-hour session. Once I was secured to the CBT chair, Mistress Ava began torturing my cock and balls with electrical toys while also making sure that my balls were stretched as far as possible. This torture went on for some time, and I was soon completely lost in subspace for the entire time. Again, quality is the word that comes to mind. The technical skill of these two Ladies, the enthusiasm and fun they exhibited while torturing me, the way they verbally kept me engaged while they delivered some serious pain using high end toys all combined to give me a CBT/NT experience of the highest quality.

We then moved on to the bondage table, and true to her word, MVC continued to torture my nipples even as we walked from the CBT chair to the bondage table. Mistress Ava secured me to the table after first placing me in straitjacket, making sure that the jacket was fitted as tightly as possible on me. Once in the jacket and on the table, additional bondage was expertly applied making sure that I could not move any part of my upper body, not even my head. She then secured both of my legs straight up to an overhead bar and then used a spreader bar to keep my legs spread wide. My upright legs were placed in additional bondage, and I could not move my legs or feet even an inch. Mistress Ava let me know that she REALLY dislikes a sub having any “wiggle room” at all. Again, throughout the entire process of securing me to the bondage table and attaching my legs to the overhead spreader bar, MVC continued to make my nipples suffer severely with her fingers, nails and teeth. Once fully secured, I was stretched, used and abused in ways that would make any slut like myself deliriously happy. It was an amazing mixture of pain and pleasure, delivered to me by these extremely talented and engaged Ladies. Quality all the way.

We then relocated to the St. Catherine’s wheel, where I was placed into a severe, heavy leather sleep sack. Again, the Ladies had considered my strong leather fetish and they took my breath away by encasing me in the heavy leather sack. The sack itself, with me in it, was then expertly attached to the wheel itself. Yet again, Mistress Ava’s bondage was so expertly applied and so severe that the sack would not move even an inch no matter how much I wiggled while on the wheel. There were of course various openings in the sack that were available to the Ladies that exposed my nipples, cock and balls yet again for their pleasure and my pain. I could not see, hear or talk while in the sack, and my mind and body were totally focused on the torture to my nipples, cock and balls that seemed to go on forever.

Then to my surprise and slight shock, the Ladies rotated the wheel so that my body was now perfectly horizontal to the floor. The CBT now took the form of a Venus 2000 (I think?) along with vibrators on my cock and balls. Of course during that entire time, MVC continued with her unrelenting torture of my now very sore and very swollen nipples. Needless to say, and again without too much graphic detail, the session ended shortly thereafter.

I was totally exhausted and totally content. I knew that I had just experienced an amazing session experience with two extremely skilled, experienced and thoughtful Dommes. They had considered my suggestions for the session (as given previously to Mistress Ava) and had clearly taken the time to plan the entire experience, even to the point of prepositioning many of the toys and equipment that they used in the session.

They were both totally engaged with me throughout the session, and MVC later commented that she and Mistress Ava work together in a session like dancers in a well-choreographed ballet. That is exactly how it appeared to me.

We chatted for a bit after the session and I had every opportunity to ask questions and to share my thoughts with them on the experience. The Ladies were generous with their time, and again, I felt I was experiencing great QUALITY care and communication after the session.

Simply put, if you are looking for a QUALITY doubles experience with two highly skilled, engaged and gorgeous Ladies in a dungeon setting that will exceed your expectations then these are the two Ladies you should see. In fact, they are a MUST SEE experience if you find yourself anywhere near the Philly area. Hell, for that matter, they are well worth the trip from anywhere just to see them.

Ladies, should you read this, thank you both yet again for one of the best BDSM experiences in my life and for memories that will last a very long time! I can’t wait to do it all again!”

www.avastmarks.com

www.victoriacayne.com

 

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Bound & Helpless

Kneeling on the dungeon floor, collared, and locked, Our/our session began with the privilege of kissing Miss Victoria Cayne’s thigh high boots. It was the perfect start to a perfect session as time slowed and any thoughts of the outside world were abandoned. My entire focus rightfully devoted to MVC.

Once it was clear that I firmly knew my place, MVC led me by the leash to the bondage table. Mistress’s new custom leather arm and leg binders had just arrived in the mail, and I was going to get to be the lucky test subject for their first use.

Sprawled across the table, the scent of new leather gear in the air, Mistress secured my arms and legs in the series of concentric cuffs. The red accents of the gear matching the collar She’d selected for me during a trip to San Francisco nearly a year ago.

Content that I was entrapped to Her satisfaction, my chastity cage was removed. I had been locked for over a month–but instead of being able to enjoy this respite–I was blindfolded and gagged. My world consisting only of the sounds of the elaborate rope bondage being added to further secure the arm and legbinders already on me.

A master of devising sweetly sadistic predicaments, an electric probe was added to keep me on edge. MVC was then free to sit back, relax, and shove Her sweaty feet into my gagged and blind face.

Soon I was worked into a complete submissive frenzy; shaking, and quivering in frustration. Time slipped away with the minutes seeming to both rush by and languish endlessly all at once.

Each and every encounter somehow redefines the meaning of the word “helpless” in MVC’s presence. A sensory deprivation machine was swapped out with the blindfold filling my head with blasts of light and disorienting patterns of sound.

Finally, after endless teasing and denial: I was granted release following a countdown. I lay helplessly bound on the table, entirely spent physically and emotionally, as I drifted down from the ceiling.

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Bondage- “Ava St. Mark’s Style”

Here’s an account of a recent afternoon of heavy immobilization with Ava St. Marks and slave a:

A bit ago, I had the distinct honor of serving as Miss Victoria Cayne’s “practice dummy” as She learned some new bondage techniques from Domina Ava St. Marks. My first sessions with MVC were mostly out of hotel rooms during Her many tours around the country, and each of those encounters was completely mind-blowing and lacked for nothing given the multiple suitcases of devious equipment She tours with. Nonetheless, it’s always a special privilege to session with Her in Mistress Ava’s perfectly appointed and well-stocked dungeon outside of Philly, and that experience is only dialed up to 11 when you have the chance to session with both MVC & Domina St. Marks at the same time!

It was my first double with these titans of BDSM, and the flow of the afternoon was a bit more casual as Mistress Ava offered her masterful expertise on various advanced bondage practices. Hearing Mistress Ava & MVC’s discussions of technique was fascinating and made the experience no less intense or rewarding! It was a privilege to be used this way by them both.

First on the docket was the St. Catherine’s wheel: a giant wooden, revolving contraption anchoring one corner of the dungeon. I was firmly bound with countless straps by MVC & Mistress Ava, ensuring my safety but also placing me in an inescapable predicament. Once secured, the counterweights on the giant wheel were adjusted allowing my entire body to be rotated at MVC’s whim. A blindfold was added to further the disorienting effect. I was soon completely inverted as blood quickly rushed to my head. This put me in the perfect position for MVC to be able to effortlessly smother my face with her foot. As usual, I had been locked in chastity for weeks in advance of Our/our encounter.

A few more circulations on the wheel, and then I was moved to the spanking bench. I’d been on the bench plenty of times before, but Mistress Ava & MVC’s expert skills soon rendered me more immobilized then I had ever been. Head to toe, no appendage or body part was spared the expertly orchestrated rope, cuffs, and straps. It is no exaggeration to say that I couldn’t move an inch, and Mistress Ava rocked the spanking bench back and forth to prove it.

Once MVC and Mistress Ava were content that I was completely bound. The spanking began. I’m a bit of a lightweight when it comes to pain, but I take pain for MVC’s enjoyment and pleasure.  At this point I was so gone and in subspace that I could barely count. Each time I made a mistake Mistress Ava switched to a harsher implement. It wasn’t long before I was sobbing as MVC held my bound and blindfolded head. It was an incredibly powerful moment!

Finally, Mistress Ava went over different suspension techniques… another first for me! Before I knew it I had been hoisted into the air; my weight expertly distributed to protect my joints from undue stress. It took quite a while for me to come down both literally and emotionally, but afterwards I was granted the privilege of helping to clean and organize the countless implements that had been used for my torment and abuse.

If you get the chance to session with these two amazing Pro-Dommes, I strongly encourage you to respectfully reach out and book a session! Devious minds, well-honed skills, and amazing equipment; it was an unforgettable afternoon!