Victoria Cayne

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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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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.

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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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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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Cocksucking 101

Happy New Year! Enjoy what one of My latest toys had to say. Cocksucking 101 classes may be available to those who deserve it ;).  Enjoy!

“I visited Miss Victoria Cayne on her latest trip to Boston.  It was my first time visiting her.  I have a few long standing kinks that I have wanted to explore. By chance, I came across her on Twitter while seeking someone close to me.  There seemed to be a confidence and dominance about her.  She also appeared intelligent and was clearly very sexy and beautiful.  I noticed right away that she had her own web page so I took a look. When I realized she was open to many different kinks, including my own, I knew I had to meet her!  She was very professional on contact; no nonsense and to the point but also very welcoming.  I would be lucky enough to meet her in just under two weeks.  I could hardly wait for the days to pass.

When the day arrived, I drove about an hour to see her.  Prior to my drive, we had a discussion on safe words etc.  I told her that I was verbally consenting to her on the phone and I wanted to experience real domination.  I trusted her, felt she had very good judgement and knew that by simply giving in I would have a much more enjoyable experience. I was very excited and nervous.  In the past I have occasionally had pro Domme sessions on and off but really only felt truly submissive with one other Mistress. As I approached Boston, I texted her to let her know of my ETA. Shortly later, I received a response which made my dick twitch in my pants. She certainly had a way with words and this was all suddenly very real!  Soon enough I was meeting her face to face and she was exactly what I had hoped.  Meeting a new Femdom for the first time is always very exciting because of the unknowns.  

I was taken into a room and immediately told to strip.  I was right in my hopes.  She had a dominance about her, took control of the situation immediately and I went into subspace from almost the moment of meeting her.  Of course, being in front of a sexy clad dominant woman can do that.  I had little idea what to expect during our time together.  I think she prefers to keep things spontaneous and to herself.  This made for a great experience.  

I think I will leave any session details for her to disclose but I will say this; If she straps on a dildo and puts it in your face she means business. There is no cocksucking 101 class with Miss Victoria.  She had no idea whether I had ever put a dildo in my mouth but I don’t think she cared.  In short order I found her toy stuffed fully down my throat and my nose pushed up against her waist.  I was gagging and sucking the best I could and I could hear her laughing in the background. She laughed and commented how my eyes were all watering and tearing up.  The rest of the session wasn’t much different in way of her control.  I loved it.

I will definitely be contacting her again in the future.  My experience with her was one of the best I have had.”

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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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My True Boston Slut

My true Boston slut…he has evolved from being My toy, to completely being My slut. Used, owned, Mine. My “slut” has played with many well renowned Mistresses, who have led him down this special hole. However, it has taken yours truly, to exploit, twist, and morph him into My creation. Slut, to me, encompasses the urge to completely surrender and succumb to their Owner. Moment by moment, breath by breath, their needs become My desires. That is the transformation I exploit, I create, and I nurture. He is now Mine. My slut. Please read below:

A session with the truly creative Mistress Victoria Cayne always has the feeling of being subtly led into a new level of kink and submission. Every now and then there’s absolutely nothing subtle about it.

My most recent session started as usual; with late in the day directions to arrive with MVC’s cock and balls bound and nipples clamped. It’s great to mentally start a session a few hours early but it can lead to not properly satisfying MVC. This time, the binding wasn’t up to MVC’s standards so things ended up extra tight and with a bit of dangling cord. I was unable to find any suitable nipple clamps on short notice so Mistress pulled out a special purchase…a set of four pronged clamps designed to stay in place while various types of other clamps are used on the now increasingly sensitive exposed tips. It was clear nipple torment was high on her list and even though those little clamps eventually came loose (which of course means they will be tighter the next time) MVC was undeterred. She introduced a very intimate and erotic NT scene complete with a long countdown before she moved to the next phase…which found me bound with my face in a pillow and completely exposed to a set of electrics. It was also clear why MVC lead cords dangling from her cock and balls. She tied them off and then had me push and pull against her. Every movement resulted in a wave of conflicting sensations as the electrics pulsed, the cords tightened and MVC whispered, “who’s bitch are you now?” This went on until MVC had me begging, less for what I may have wanted but more of what else would please her.

Days later, reflecting back on this wild ride of a session:
Nipples sore………check
Cock sore…………..check
Mind blown……….check
MVC’s bitch……….check

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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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Fun with J in Boston

This is a brief recap of some fun that was had a couple months ago in Boston, with a sub I have developed a deep connection with. This toy had previously served different Mistresses, and upon our first meeting everything instantly clicked. My how far we have come! Thank you for everything, My dear Boston J. I can’t wait to continue further and deeper down this path. Chemistry is such a beautiful thing.

Without further ado, as told by my dear sub, slut, toy, J:

While I wasn’t scheduled to see Miss Victoria until the evening, the process of preparing began much earlier.  I could feel the nerves start at the beginning of the day, and the anticipation building as each hour dragged along.  The chastity device I had locked into place seemed to grow tighter as the day passed.  For a final touch, a butt plug was added mid-afternoon so that my ‘pussy’ would be nicely stretched out.  While I have used these toys before, I had never shown up to a session already locked and plugged.  
Finally, the time to meet arrived.  Feeling nervous and jumpy, I was led into her room and ordered to get rid of my clothes.  I confessed my nerves, which she appreciated knowing as we began.  Still, she immediately investigated my chastity device, wondering how my clitty was doing after being locked up.  
The next half hour was a delicious descent into femininity.  All my male clothing was set aside, and I was gradually dressed and made up to be Miss Victoria’s slut.  A pink satin corset trimmed with black lace.  Sheer black stockings clipped onto the matching garter.  Black ruffle panties framed my ass.  Four inch heels added to my feet.  Foundation and blush, eyeliner and mascara, bright red lipstick too.  A wig to top it off in a cute bob cut.  The final item – breast forms to fill out that corset and add some cleavage.
Miss Victoria hooked a chain to my chastity device and led me to the mirror to see for myself – I was now her transformed slut, ready to serve her in the way she saw fit.  Ordered to my knees, a blindfold was added, and I had to wait for what came next.  A few jingling sounds kept my mind racing until the surprise was pushing into my mouth.  Miss Victoria told me she would face-fuck me hard, just the way she wanted.  Indeed, she had me gulping down her cock until I felt the balls slapping against my painted lips. 
Next, it was time for some fun and games.  Miss Victoria presented me with five small pieces of paper, numbered one through five, each with their own activity lying in wait on the other side.  “Number four” I said with some trepidation.  “200 spankings” Miss Victoria read, with some glee in her voice.  I was quickly put over her knee, and told to count.  Knowing this would push me though, she dealt them out in batches, allowing me to catch my breath when the pain began to build.
I was never put in bondage once the entire evening, and yet Miss Victoria’s hold on me may be stronger than any ropes or cuffs around.  As I lay there for a few minutes coming back to my senses, I knew: this is where I belonged.  And I also knew: I would be back again…

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