How Time Flies! (Part II)

Here’s another “blast from the past” review from John J:

I was dressed in pink panties and a pink bra. While on all fours, my balls were tied up tight with rope and pulled back under my legs up toward my ass to eliminate any unsightly bulge in my panties. The end of the rope was also pulled back and was laid across my back then over my head.

Miss Victoria positioned herself and her cock in front of my face. I then began sucking her strap-on, which was continually shoved down my throat past the point of choking. I was gagging and there were a number of times when the gag reflex was so strong that I almost vomited. Miss Victoria seems to relish any sound that might reflect pain, humiliation or discomfort, and this time was not any different. My gagging was usually accompanied by a little chuckle as Miss Victoria voiced her amusement at my predicament.

As I sucked, Mistress Victoria grabbed and pulled the end of the rope tightly, forcing my balls to stretch further up my ass cheeks. This in turn forced my body and head forward, which also forced the dildo further down my throat. The rope trick, accompanied by a firm hand on the back of my head made for an intense strap-on sucking session. My eyes were tearing up from the gagging and choking, but I was in heaven.

Miss Victoria has a great body (and I am picky), and I really enjoyed the sight of her firm and creamy inner thigh where skin met the satin of her stocking, then down to just below her knee where her black leather boots began. I focused on this visual as the dildo hit the back of my throat. It was my salvation, and I was deep under her spell.

As I lay there feeling tingly and content, I heard Miss Victoria moving about. I could hear pieces of furniture being moved around. Finally my blindfold was removed. I turned my head and saw that she had pieced together the mechanism of my next torture. I saw a horse of some sort that sat very low to the floor. There was a narrow pad at a higher level, with two other narrow pads beneath it and to either side (much like a boat with two outriggers). This device was positioned adjacent to a side wall, up against a vertical piece of wood that ran up the same wall. Secured to this piece of wood via a suction cup at the end of it, was a very large dildo placed at knee level. I was led to the horse, which I straddled. My knees rested on the two lower pads. Behind me was Miss Victoria, and in front of me was a large dildo secured to the wall, extending out into the room. It was long, and its length caused it to droop just a bit as its tip hovered near my lips.

I was told to get the dildo in my mouth. I inched my knees forward, and as I did so, the dildo began filling my mouth.  Gentle pushing became forceful shoving. The dildo was going further and further in my mouth. The more it went down my throat, the closer my head got to the piece of wood that ran up the wall.  It was extremely humiliating and I loved it. Miss Victoria seemed to be enjoying it as well. As my head banged into the piece of wood, I felt extremely submissive, and truth be told, I probably would have let Miss Victoria do whatever she wanted to me at that point without question. Even retelling the story makes me feel so submissive that I just want to go to her right now and kneel in front of her while she slaps my face back and forth repeatedly.

I knew that was where I belonged at that very moment.

How Time Flies!

This review came back around and it is from 2005! This is the first of many reviews with this heavy player, and I figured I would share. It is crazy how quickly time flies when you do something you love.

Enjoy and thank you John J!

As I walked through the door, a very attractive and very fit woman greeted me with a punch to my balls. She followed this up by hurling a wad of spit upon my face. I had asked Miss Victoria Cayne to degrade me, and that was exactly what she was going to do. I was naked before I even left the front hallway, then found myself crawling like a crab down a flight of stairs while spit rolled down the bridge of my nose into my eyes.

I soon found myself lying on my back looking up at Miss Cayne, who was about to light a cigarette. It was at that point that I first laid eyes on the soles of her boots, and especially the heels. They were not just dirty. They were an awful mess. The heels were literally encased in a thick layer of dried up dirt and mud, and I knew that my mouth would soon be sucking away at them. I told her that boot cleaning was an interest when we exchanged e-mail, but I had never dreamed of this sort of filth. 

Before I could fully contemplate what was about to happen, Miss Cayne ordered me to start cleaning her muddy boots with my tongue. I hesitated, not really sure if I was up to the task. This hesitation earned me a multitude of hard slaps to the balls. Not wanting the slaps to continue, I knew I had no choice – so I wrapped my mouth around her heels and started sucking. It was disgusting and awful, and of course, I had an erection. I could feel the dirt crunching between my back molars, like when you eat sandy clams. 

I continued to clean her boots, stopping only to swallow her ashes, or her spit. After she was satisfied, she went and strapped on a dildo. A rather large one I might add. It was time for me to suck her off, and she was brutal. I could barely manage to get it all down my throat, but that wasn’t enough for her. As I sucked down to the hilt, already choking, she grabbed the back of my head firmly and shoved the dildo even further down my throat. Further than I thought possible in fact. I was gagging, and came close to vomiting each time she shoved my head down the shaft. My nose was running all over the place, my eyes were tearing, and I was hoping that she would quickly tire of this game. 

Instead, she told me that I had to swallow the entire dildo 20 times. When I got to 5, I was already in serious discomfort. She was continually shoving my head down, further than it wanted to go. When my gag reflex kicked in (and it did each and every time), she would simply push harder, and wouldn’t let my head retreat. My head would remain impaled on the dildo. I was a slobbering mess. Mucous was pouring out of my nose and down my chin. My throat was sore from the dildo being shoved down it like a battering ram. Somehow I got through the 20, with the last few being very intense as she used even more force than she had before. As I saw the dildo being put away, I was quite relieved. However, I would soon find out that the worst had yet to come.

When Miss Cayne re-appeared, she had a small plastic container. When I found out what was in the container, I was horrified and dejected. More dirt. Apparently, she had a slave sweep up her dungeon, and instead of dumping the mess into a garbage pail, it was all in this small plastic container. Apparently I was to become the garbage pail. Miss Cayne opened the container and started spreading the dirt and dust across the floor. I was then told to lie on my back. I was nervous, and to be quite honest, not looking forward to what was to come.

Miss Cayne started rubbing the soles of her boots in the pile of dirt, then walked over to me and sat down. The boots were hovering over my face, and the sight of the soles was horrible. They were a mess of dirt, dust, hair and god knows what. The thought that I was going to be cleaning them off and ingesting all that was beginning to turn my stomach, and I was close to using my safe word. However, I didn’t want to disappoint her. When she told me to clean them, I again hesitated. Instead of slaps, I got a few knees to the balls. I soon found myself lapping the bottom of those disgusting boots.

My tongue was lit up with the taste of salt. Just as I began methodically cleaning the soles, hoping to scoop much of the dirt off while swallowing as little of it as possible, she told me I had 10 seconds left to get her left sole spotless. I picked up the pace, but her sole was still dirty after the count of 10. She allowed me a little extra time, and I thought they would be clean to her satisfaction. As I looked up for her reaction, the inside of my mouth covered with a sheet of filth, she calmly told me that while I did an OK job, I had taken more than 10 seconds. Therefore we would have to start over again. 

Miss Cayne once again walked over and rubbed the bottom of the same boot sole into the pile of dirt. She walked back to me, once again sat down on the bench, and positioned her left boot over my face. I wanted to run and hide at the sight of it. My saliva had acted like a coat of glue, and the sole of her boot now had even more dirt on it than before. The safe word crept even closer. I wanted to say it, but I also wanted to prove myself to her. I didn’t know what to do. Before I could figure it out, she started gently rubbing the bottom of her sole on my lips, then firmly said “10 seconds” . I decided that if I was going to go for it, I might as well get it done so I wouldn’t have to start over again. 

So I licked like I had never licked before, my mouth piling up with disgusting filth. She appreciated the effort, and I got most of the dirt off. I was hoping that she would take pity on me after that. Most Mistresses I have seen in the past certainly would have. After all, I had eaten more dirt and mud than I probably had in all my sessions in the past combined. Surely I was done for the day. As I contemplated my fate, I heard the words “10 seconds” and was presented with her other boot. Again, I didn’t want to have to clean it twice, so I licked with all the fervor I could muster. My entire mouth was layered with a grit and grime. 

When I finished, she forced my head up and ordered me to look in the mirror. It looked like there was a black hole in the middle of my face. My cheeks, lips and tongue were pure black, covered with soil and gunk. It was a shocking sight. I was both aghast and amazed at what this woman had turned me into. I had crossed a line. In the past, I had licked some dirt, but never like this. I was truly Miss Cayne’s garbage pail. And the most frightening thing was the fact that she seemed to genuinely enjoy it.

This was one of those sessions that I enjoyed more after the fact. I was truly disgusted when I left her dungeon, but I get excited when I think about it now. Usually I don’t go back to see a Mistress when I have these types of experiences, because I don’t want to repeat it. While that is essentially true in this case, I really can’t wait to go back and see Miss Cayne. I have different types of sessions I would like to explore, and I think she would be great to explore with. We talked after the session, and I found her to be a great, down-to-earth person. I am already dreaming up new scenarios for when I go back. One thing is for sure. I am done eating dirt for a while. Maybe a softer and more sensual slut training session is in order!

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!

The Journey Continues

Here’s another post of slave a and I’s latest adventures:

“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays this slave from the swift completion of his appointed session.”

I’m not a postman—but this is an apt description of my feelings as I dealt with trains, cabs, and buses on the way to Philadelphia to serve the singular Miss Victoria Cayne after a major Northeaster. Travel cancellations and power outages meant little sleep the night before as I sought every means of ulterior passage to Her dungeon. By the time I arrived, I was already physically and emotionally exhausted and the session hadn’t even begun yet!

Miss Victoria Cayne’s devious, sadistic mind and striking good looks are only matched by Her professionalism and care for safety. So though I was to be shown little mercy that afternoon for recent transgressions, the predicaments I was placed in took into account the ordeal I had faced that day in getting there, and I always felt safely ensconced in Her bondage.

The session began rightfully with me collared, naked, and on my knees as I waited for MVC to descend into the dungeon. All the stress of travel began to melt away as I took comfort in once again being where I belonged.

After a bit of foot worship to greet Her, I was placed in very tight cock and ball bondage. I had been granted a reprieve from chastity after Our/our last session, but I needed to be reminded who my cock belonged to after a few weeks of freedom.

I was led by the taught twine encircling my prized parts to a bondage chair where layer after layer of bondage was applied. Chain, cuff, band, and rope all rendering me completely affixed to the spot and completely helpless.

MVC is masterful with electric play. She played me like a musical instrument as the electric currents alternated and pulsed between tingly pleasure and pure, painful agony. Ebbing and flowing between sensuality and sadism, increasing in intensity until my brain couldn’t even say what day of the week it was.

After enduring these electrical torments until Mistress was satisfied, I was unbound and told to crawl to the nearby spanking horse. Once again, inescapable bondage was expertly applied–except this time my ass was fully exposed for corporal punishment.

I’m not really into pain or corporal play, but as my relationship with MVC has deepened, I’ve left the activities of Our/our scenes entirely in her capable hands. In total power exchange, She gets to decide how best to handle my transgressions and what I need and deserve. In this case, I was dealt a thorough and harsh spanking. I’m sure more seasoned players could and would have taken much more, but for me it was absolutely agonizing and easily had me in tears and my entire body trembling.

Satisfied that I had learned my lesson, I was untied from the spanking horse only to be fitted into a leather straight jacket and secured to Mistress’s bondage table. Still shaking, I was then teased and vibrated with Mistress’s feet planted firmly in my face.

As always: it was an incredibly intense experience, but this time also particularly emotional in its catharsis. MVC was of course there to make sure I was all right and administer aftercare. It was another amazing encounter in a journey that continues to surprise, challenge, punish, and reward. I’m ever so grateful to be Hers!

New Review: Smiling while I have my way with you…

A dear Boston toy wrote these words about me after our second time together. He originally told me his interests were spanking, and after a few moments during our first time, I had a way of finding other things that he was too shy to mention. I love figuring out what makes someone tick, and using that to my full advantage! As told by him:

I decided to go for the 2 hour session with Miss Victoria Cayne for my second session with her.  My first time seeing her was only for 1 hour and while a great session, I wanted her to take me further into her world.

Her description of “We’re going down the Rabbit Hole this time ” set the tone for this extended time.

Her professionalism is very impressive and she works hard during the session!  Constantly in action, she didn’t waste a minute in restraining me to the bed, tying me up with straps and zip-ties and using her toys on me.

She literally turned the atmosphere electric with a device that provided a current of electricity to my body. She controlled the level of current and immediately adapted it to my request to lower it.

She is the only dominatrix I will see. She is friendly, keeps up a great conversation and her eyes are mesmerizing.

When she has me flat on my back, telling me what she is going to do next, I’m captivated by looking at her… soft, pretty hair framing her face as she leans over me, a hint of a smile and her intent gaze transports  me to another place in my mind, making me willing and grateful to experience her breadth of knowledge and skills in the realm of BDSM play.

Fortunately, she visits Boston for a few days each month.

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! :)”