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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!

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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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Birthday Spankings

A recap of My recent birthday session with slave a:

Collared, naked, and locked-up in chastity: I eagerly awaited MVC to descend the stairs into the dungeon; waiting on my knees; my head lowered until commanded otherwise.

Those moments of anticipation have grown to become some of my favorite. Over time, I’ve found that’s all it takes for me to begin drifting into sub space. A triggered response to being in the presence of my Owner—like Pavlov’s helpless puppy.

Mistress descended looking absolutely stunning as always in Her tall leather boots and new catsuit. I was commanded to worship Misress’s boots and was careful to follow Her every command as I made my way from the toe box across the vamp to the heel and up the shaft of each one.

The next part of the scene entailed being meticulously bound, hooded, and standing against a padded wall of the dungeon. Mistress describes Her play-style as sweetly sadistic—and I can think of no better description. Even as She expertly applied and controlled electrodes to my most vulnerable parts and set the electrical current to newly painful heights, MVC was always checking-in to make sure I wasn’t feeling lightheaded or faint and that I felt safe in the web of rope, chain, and leather She had masterfully ensnared me in. The fact that I could feel so safe and as at ease (akin to putty to be molded however She wished) and in complete agony at the same time from the tortures She was inflicting is a testament to how skilled and capable MVC is as a Domme in composing and executing a mind-blowing session.

With MVC’s birthday days away, I was next secured to the spanking bench for corporal torments for Her amusement and pleasure. I’d be receiving Her birthday spankings and even a few dreaded strokes of the cane—Her name is Miss Victoria CAYNE for a reason after all! All this culminated with MVC scratching Her initials into my back. I’m not into pain, but I take it for MVC. It feels like a true act of submission that I can offer Her: something I fear and dislike, but brings MVC joy. And as much agony as I was in, as Mistress administered Her spanks, strokes, and scratches: I found it all worth it just to have my head caressed and told I did a good job.

Each session is better than the last; each an encounter a chance to go deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole!

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A’s First time Locked in Chastity for Me…

Again, we are continuing the path of trust and exploration outside of Our scenes. Chastity is something that greatly excites Me…A’s journey has just begun…to be continued…

It’s been exactly seven days and seven nights since the lock clicked shut on my chastity cage. It all seemed to happen so fast. I’d fallen asleep watching a movie on my laptop and when I awoke at midnight I had an email from Miss Victoria Cayne instructing me to put my cage on and not remove it until she instructed. We’d been talking about it for months… And though it certainly had been an erotic fantasy of mine to relinquish control of my orgasms to a trusted Domme, little had prepared me for dealing with the actual realities of the situation I now found myself in. I was scared. Even though I knew my predicament would not be permanent, it felt like one of those ‘turning moments’ in life. For better or worse, this experience would change me somehow. It was a classic “Be careful what you wish for”, but I knew I was in safe and caring hands with Miss Victoria Cayne.

I hurriedly tried to do a bit of grooming–since I knew I may not have access down there again before I saw MVC in a little over a week–and on it went… *click*

All of my initial impressions of wearing the cage had been positive. I wasn’t sure what it would feel like or if I would like it, but it instantly gave me many of the comforting feelings that heavy bondage does. The first night was a challenge though. It mostly had to do with adjusting my sleeping position so as not to put direct weight on the cage. Eventually, I passed out from exhaustion–but I awoke a few times throughout the night straining or needing to adjust.

A breaking point came on the third night. I woke up around 5:30 in the morning–not because I had accidently rolled over onto the cage–but because I was rock hard. I felt myself straining against the bars and a sticky wetness was leaking all over my sheets. My body was in anguish, screaming for release–but my barely conscious mind felt almost euphoric. I tried to focus on my breathing to try and calm myself down so that I could fall back asleep. To my surprise and delight, I found myself whispering with each exhale: “This is where I belong…. This is where I belong…” It was as I expected: this experience was changing me.

So much of my experience with MVC has been this way. Before I met her, all my experiences with Dommes had been positive–but they had always been about exploring a particular fetish or unwinding before or after a stressful project at work. I’ve never felt before like a deep connection was being made. Like my Mistress was really learning who I was along with me on this journey.

Wearing this cage has been trying in many ways, but it has also seemed to give me a glimpse at “the real me”. Despite choosing a profession that requires assertiveness and leadership, I’d always felt submissive. (Some of my earliest elementary school memories are of trying to coax the girls on the playground to tie me up with the jump ropes at recess and a teacher having to untie me from a tree…) But I have never discussed these feelings with friends. And it’s not really something I had ever had the courage to talk about in my prior relationships.

Before being locked in chastity, kink was something I thought I could try and ‘pick up’ and ‘put down’. Now I was literally walking around with it 24/7, and feeling a sense of peace in my sexuality that I’ve never really felt before. Mistress said it right on her blog: “She has put me in the exact place where I need to be to know not only this is what she desires, but where I belong.”

I guess if I’m really being honest with myself, it’s not that I want to be locked in this cage forever…. In fact in many ways: I’m completely frantic to get out! I’ve never felt this turned on, teased, desperate, and denied in my life. It’s the longest I think I’ve gone without touching myself since I realized as a kid that touching myself was pleasurable!

So it’s not that I’ve realized that I need the cage on always. It’s that I’ve come to realize that I’m really always a submissive. That I find extreme pleasure in serving. Being in chastity is just one possible manifestation of that. Submission is not just something I like or find fun –(I like chocolate pie, but it’s not part of who I am)–it’s ingrained in my very nature. It is part of my sexual identity.

And that’s big realization! But not one I can fully process right now. Since as I said, it’s now been exactly seven days and seven nights since the lock clicked shut on my chastity cage. And despite whatever semblance of coherence I’ve been able to muster in this journal thus far, this week of denial has in fact turned my mind into jello.

My body has been giving me all little sorts of delightful signs that I need release. The leaking that had been so memorable earlier in the week has now become a near constant to the extent that I have begun to worry that a wet spot is going to develop on my jeans while I am out eating in public. This afternoon, I was sitting to use the bathroom when a single bead of thick cum oozed out of my entirely flaccid penis. I tried finding any mention of this on some of the chastity forums I’d begun lurking in this week for insight only to discover that I had had a ‘micro orgasm’. It was a sign that my prostate was full and that I needed to be ‘milked’. I had originally planned on trying to wear a plug a bit today and tomorrow to stretch myself a little before seeing MVC, but now my body is so sensitive that I’m worried the slightest stimulation could cause an ‘accident’. It’s like I’m developing new erogenous zones now that access to my cock has been taken away. It is an exquisite torment that part of me wants to never end.

Earlier this evening, I knew I was less than 24 hours away from seeing Mistress Victoria Cayne and that was helping me push through. I had a lot of packing and cleaning to do before my upcoming trip and I thought the time was going to fly with all the distractions. But then the emails started…

The first one seemed innocuous enough. It simply said, “Tick tock, tick tock….”

My heart skipped a beat. It felt wonderful to know that Mistress was thinking about me the evening before I saw her just as I was thinking of her. And even though her teasing words had a physical consequence as my cock began to once again strain against its enclosure, I was happy.

Things heated up more after dinner. I was catching up on the news when a new email flashed across my screen without warning: “Marinating..sweaty…haven’t showered since this am…all to push you further and deeper into a submissive frenzy for Me… Where is your mind?”

Each of us was physically preparing for our play tomorrow in our own ways. Being locked away and denied access to myself was mine, and this was hers.

My whole body seemed to shake and tremble as my cock instantly swelled. Even though I was home alone, I stammered aloud, my mind desperately grasping for a coherent response to Mistress’s query. At one point, it felt so intense that I had to take an actual cold shower. But each time I returned to my laptop and saw her words I felt the subtle, dull pain of an erection that would never be. The ‘submissive frenzy’ she desired had begun and we weren’t even in the same room yet. It was a reminder that Mistress was more than capable of using my every fetish against me. And it was the greatest ‘mind fuck’ I have ever had.

Mistress then ordered me to write out some of my thoughts on this experience, which I’ve been doing my best to relay. Sometimes articulating what I’m feeling makes me so hard in my cage that I need to take a break–but Mistress orders me to continue through the night.

I passed out a little before 3am I think, and the cage woke me up around 6:30. I laid in bed for a few hours, quietly shaking in anticipation of the day’s events until my alarm went off at 9. Miraculously I’m not tired though. My senses feel dialed up to an eleven.

As I finish packing in the morning, my mind races as I consider the devious plans MVC has in store for me this evening. Will I be allowed out of my cage and if so will I be permitted release? What will it feel like after all this time? Will it be pleasurable or will Mistress ruin it? Will I be forced to eat it like usual? How much will there be? And perhaps the most important question: Do I even want this torment to even end?

I don’t even know what other activities Mistress has in store as I’ve left the session entirely up to her. I just know I’m in for one hell of a ride and that I’m so grateful to MVC for taking me on this journey and continuing to push my limits so that I can be the best submissive I can possibly be.

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As told by My new Philadelphia Chastity boy…

Hello Mistress,

Words cannot possibly describe my opinion of our experience together, today.

I want to thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for allowing me to share the same air with you this afternoon

I have been in this scene for nearly 21 years and i must insist, that today, was by far, the best experience.

You knew exactly what drove me, what made me insane, and what i enjoyed….not to mention the perfectness of your beautiful EVERYTHING!

The internet does not do you justice, you look great on the internet, that is for sure, but in person is so much more.

You are/were perfect in every way…the beauty, the outfit, the authority you command…from the moment we began, you did not let up…commanding the much deserved respect.

I have been to many a dominatrixes in my life, from Philly to Poconos to overseas as you are aware of, and there is no doubt You are #1 in every category….from location, to beauty, to space, to command, to authority to interests and not to mention, you are to die over!

After 138 days, it took every ounce of being for me to last the nearly two hours without exploding, didn’t quite make it, but what do you expect when you haven’t cum since May, when you are with such a perfect being as yourself for two hours?

 

I hope we can grow our interests more, and for sure, i will be needing to see you again, as you now have the only keys i had for this device….

Was hoping to get out of the steel device today, but as you know, that did not happen.

Thank you again, for an experience i will surely never forget and i hope to see you again very soon.

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