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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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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“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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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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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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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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