Victoria Cayne

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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!

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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.

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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!

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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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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!

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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.

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HAPPY CHASTITY-VERSARY!

This is a continuation of slave a’s trip down the rabbit hole of devotion to Me. To celebrate this…I had him go through TSA with his chastity device on… among many other things.  It has been pure bliss watching slave a evolve. What once was never thought of, has now become his reality. Enjoy:

Celebrating One Year of Sweetly Sadistic Bliss

Miss Victoria Cayne has pushed and stretched me as a submissive further than I’d ever imagined. For each new torment She’s inflicted upon me, I’ve felt the rewards in my service to Her tenfold.

It had been nearly one year since I first began serving MVC, and my life had already been transformed in so many ways.

One year ago, I could never have predicted that I’d be granted the honor of serving such an amazing Domme. Or that I would find my cock locked in a steel cage with the keys safely in her care on the opposite side of the country.

The last time we had played together was in San Francisco. MVC had left me completely denied, and I had left Her with the keys to my cage along with a self-addressed envelope to do with as She pleased.

When it came time to fly from LA to New York for a two-month gig, I found myself inside a TSA screening room haplessly explaining to the two officers that I couldn’t remove what had set off the body scan. After being forced to show them the offending metal object, it was hard to tell who was more embarrassed: them or me.

After arriving in New York, I still had no idea how long MVC planned to keep me locked. Until then the longest I’d ever been caged had been a little over a week. Surely she’d release me before our next planned session over four weeks away! But alas, days quickly turned to weeks, then torturously to over a month!

The cage ensured that I woke up each and every morning frustrated and straining and with my submission to MVC on the forefront of my mind.

When would the key arrive?! I checked the mail daily, but who knew if Mistress had even sent it.

At a certain point, I was so mind fucked that I almost wanted to stay locked. It had been so long that it seemed like it would almost be unceremonious to be let out before the next time I saw Mistress.

As our one-year anniversary approached, I finally caught sight of the envelope in my mailbox. The key once again in my possession, I frantically emailed: “Is it ok if I unlock?” Her quick reply left me completely crestfallen: “Absolutely NOT!”

I’d never felt so desperate in my entire life…

The evening of our anniversary, I got another email from MVC:

“Happy year. What are you doing tonight?”

Quick segue to me collared at home with a Bluetooth butt plug filling my ass. I logged into the app for the wearable toy, and before I knew it I was being totally anally dominated by MVC from across state lines.

MVC: “Every time you get excited you know you are to lick it up for Me.”

me: “Yes, Mistress. I can already tell this is going to be more intense than usual after all this time locked.

It’s not the first time MVC has controlled me this way. Over time, I’ve begun to learn the names of Her favorite patterns to torture me with when she isn’t assuming direct control of Her toy. Names like: ’10 Minutes of Hell’ and ‘Moan. Scream. Repeat.’ Each one more torturous than the last—leaving me breathless and panting.

me: “I’m so hard, Mistress. I’m completely pressed against the bars of my cage.”

MVC: “It’s only going to get worse. But it is all for me.”

For over two hours, MVC expertly worked my ass over with the toy. I was so desperate for release, but Mistress was unrelenting. Instructing me to edge with two fingers with what little stimulation I could muster between the bars of my custom steel chastity cage.

MVC: “Now at 2am on the dot, while you remain locked, you are to bring yourself to orgasm. Clean it up. Then when you have finished and are still locked let Me know”

me: “Yes, Mistress. I will do my best. I’m so close—but I’ve never managed to cum while locked before”

MVC: ”There’s a first time for everything. If it doesn’t happen at 2am on the dot, no orgasm and you will remain locked. You can’t cum, you are denied. And if you cum at an inappropriate time, you will remain locked.”

I feverously tried to bring myself to orgasm as instructed.  I was so wonderfully edged and so desperately close! It had been over five weeks and I wanted to cum more than anything.  But the cage was too restrictive. If only the plug stimulated my prostate a little more directly or I was able to get more direct vibration on the cage.

I lay defeated on the bed in a pool of my own sweat as I meekishly confessed to MVC my failure. As punishment, Mistress continued to dominate me with the plug with some of the most torturous of the vibration patterns in her arsenal.

After all the weeks in chastity and the hours of generous attention and brutal torment, I was granted mercy.

me: “I’m sorry if I disappointed You”

MVC: “You are to get on your knees.”

me: “I am so grateful to be Your toy.”

MVC: “Take the key and unlock.”

me: “Thank You, Mistress.”

MVC: “Take the cage off.”

me: “Yes, Mistress”

MVC: “you will cum now.”

It felt like the cum had been ripped out of me. Intense pleasure gave way to painful sensations I’d never felt before as parts of my anatomy went into shock after not having been used for so long. It felt only fitting that my pleasure should come at a price.

MVC: “Happy anniversary!”

me: “Thank You!!!! Happy Anniversary, Mistress!”

I feel asleep with a smile on my face, Mistress’s collar on my neck, and endorphins buzzing through my blood. I was completely used and totally owned and so very grateful to be Miss Victoria Cayne’s slave.

It wouldn’t be long at all before I was locked back in chastity—completely helpless, and right where I belong.

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Locked, Denied, Controlled, Edged: slave’s A’s extended time in Chastity

The saying absence makes the heart grow fonder may be true in some sense, but when you are exploring chastity and a bluetooth anally controlled device, “challenged”, may replace the word fonder, in some sense 😉 slave A originally began seeking out scenes as a form of instant gratification, as a lot of us do. Those have a special place for me as well. However, upon our first meeting, it was clear slave A and I had the right chemistry that we were both interested in exploring another session. He has never seen a Mistress more than one time. Chastity had loosely been on his mind, along with a lot of other things, but here we are, under a year later, with him in LA, me in Philadelphia, aside from my exploits in every other city, and our relationship has deepened. slave A now realizes the challenges of being submissive and the dedication it takes to continue this from across the country. Needless to say, these past few months have been challenging for him, especially since he is new to chastity, but they have been so much fun for me 😉 Enjoy.

After relocating to the West Coast for the last few months, serving Miss Victoria Cayne in-person has gotten a bit more difficult. It had been nearly eight weeks since our last encounter—and though I had been locked in chastity on and off and had served Her in other ways from afar—my excitement could hardly be contained to be travelling back east for a week or so to celebrate my birthday in New York and once again visit Her exquisitely appointed dungeon in Philadelphia for whatever sweetly sadistic torments and delights She had in store.

Mistress had wisely suggested that since it had been so long since we had seen one another that we plan on two sessions—one at the beginning and one at the end of my big birthday trip. I was going to be staying with some family friends in Manhattan and told MVC that I was planning on locking myself up in chastity in anticipation of our first visit once I had arrived and settled at their apartment. But Mistress wanted me to lock myself up as soon as I had gotten through security at LAX, and so I knew I had little choice but to obey. It was for my own good after all
 As I waited for my bag to pass through the x-ray at the security checkpoint, I swore I saw the TSA agent manning the monitor give me a smirking look. I quickly found a bathroom stall at the terminal and secured the heavy metal cage with the click of the padlock. I had never flown in chastity before, but with a 6+ hour flight ahead of me, I was about to become a master!

Thankfully, my first trip down to Philly came within 3-4 days. That’s usually when the first wave of desperation to get out of the cage arrives–but the excitement of being back in New York and the anticipation of seeing MVC saw me through. As I caught up with friends, mentors, and colleagues, I wondered how many noticed the bulge in my jeans created by the silhouette of the stainless steel enclosure. By the day of our first session, the 2 hour bus ride to Pennsylvania seemed longer than the  cross country flight I had just taken. Delays due to traffic were but a prelude to the exquisite tease and denial in store for me that afternoon.

I had offered little in the way of interests or a specific direction so I had no idea what was coming my way. As we’ve developed trust with one another, I’ve found that the power exchange has been so much more rewarding feeling like the session is based on how Mistress wants to shape me and where She wants to take me rather than what I may be craving that week. Even when the activity is painful or pushes me, I’m able to take pleasure in the belief that I’m pleasing Her. In fact, I don’t think I’d find any pleasure in being locked in chastity were it not for the fact that my predicament was of Her devising…

Once again, I was left in awe of how expertly MVC is able to layer torturous and sensual sensations!

Thoroughly restrained, gagged, and secured, I knew from the moment Mistress began expertly working me over that I was gone! That horrible, but wonderful feeling of being trapped at the edge—my body signally to my brain that I’m about to pee or orgasm but unable to do either. Both my body and my cock were on lockdown, and I suspected I wouldn’t be getting any release that day.

Some corporal torment and a birthday spanking came next. Even though I don’t consider myself a masochist, I was happy to take the pain for my Mistress. I know serving Her won’t always be pleasurable for me and that it only deepens my submission to be pushed for Her amusement and enjoyment.

Next came, cascading waves of electro-torture to my still locked cock and balls. The sensations were incredible and kept my brain delightfully off-balance.

MVC truly pulled out all the stops! Unrelenting electricity mixed with the strain of my/Her cock against the steel bars of the chastity cage while completely restrained, gagged, and blindfolded
 Mistress and I have tossed the words ‘mind-blowing’ around before, but any other phrase is completely insufficient to describe the experience!

The session ended with Her expert CBT and forced foot smelling, I was left exhausted, quivering, and blue-balled with no release in sight.

I was to spend the rest of my trip in chastity, and Mistress sent me back to New York still locked and in safe possession of the only keys to the device!

Here I was on my birthday: locked in chastity for Miss Victoria Cayne—frustrated, on edge, teetering between anguish and euphoria
 “right where I belong” and loving every minute of it. What a gift!

Having been so ruthlessly and expertly teased, the rest of the week was definitely a challenge. It was plenty of a struggle just trying not to leak all over my friend’s guest sheets as I desperately waited for ‘Round 2’ after MVC returned from Her latest tour. I was so bothered that basic, everyday encounters began to take on an erotic edge…

I don’t have a fetish for medical play, but when I went to the dentist for a routine cleaning–I found myself straining against the bars as the attractive hygienist poked, prodded, and caused all manner of pain…

Grabbing coffee with a colleague that I’d gone on a couple of dates back in the day got a tad awkward fast as tales of her ‘toying’ with my intern at my birthday party flooded my mind with Femdom fantasies…

And I learned very quickly that power-walking through the streets of Manhattan took a toll on my swollen, full balls and that I needed to plan on a little extra travel time to accommodate


Finally, the day arrived for my next trip to Philadelphia before having to return to the West Coast. Mercifully, there wasn’t any traffic, and I arrived right on time for the full day ahead. Mistress had generously set aside the day for not only our session but to allow me to serve Her in other ways. So before we were to play, I was allowed to the privilege of washing and cleaning out Her car. It was a scorching hot day, but Mistress made sure I was fed and hydrated–including a mouthful of Her spit. Though I was eager for time in the dungeon after my birthday week of chastity adventures, I took genuine pride and pleasure in being able to serve MVC in a practical and helpful way before She hit the road once again with Mistress Ava.

After my work was approved: I showered, changed, and met MVC back down in the dungeon. Once again I had no idea what plans She had for me.

Before I knew it, I was blindfolded, gagged, and restrained to the wall. All of my senses were dialed up to an ‘eleven’. Each touch felt electric–though I’m convinced that some of them were quite literally! I had never been so desperate, so teased, so denied. I had done my best to stay clear headed during my 10+ days locked up, but now that I was in the powerful presence of Miss Victoria Cayne, I was beginning to understand the true meaning of helplessness.  Soon I was secured to the spanking bench and hooded. What followed can only be described as total domination!

My cock at last was released from its cage–but I was not to experience freedom yet. I was moved into Mistress’s leather body bag and tied down to the bondage bed. Now in an open-mouth gag, I was reduced to nothing more but a drooling toy as MVC teased me with a vibrator and forced me to smell Her fragrant feet on this unseasonably hot day. Time lost all meaning as I seemed to cry and moan for an eternity. Finally, I was given permission for release and before I knew it: I was being fed my load through the open gag.

Still lying bound in the bag, I felt both a simultaneous weightlessness and heaviness wash over me. It was a sense of complete peacefulness. I could have stayed right there entombed in leather for hours


Each encounter with Miss Victoria Cayne is better than the last. Each session my limits are pushed further–but never broken. Each time I become more and more Hers. I am so grateful to have found MVC and so thankful for this incredible journey we have begun

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