Victoria Cayne

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A Toy in Need of Correction

The uncertainty… the trepidation… the anticipation. The quickening of my heartbeat as I approach her door. As her door opens, I know she is standing behind and as it slowly closes behind me, I see her. Miss Victoria Cayne greets me and her eyes immediately pull me in. She is gorgeous; her soft, red hair, her figure but most of all, her presence captivate me.

She has played with me before and knows my weaknesses well. The sessions are hers to direct and she determines the level of play I will be subjected to. Whatever she wants to do with me will be done. She is considerate of me and will honor a safe word, but she will push me to my limits before this session is over.

I recently erred, and I knew that during this visit to Miss Victoria Cayne, in Boston, was going to include some much needed correction. She got right to it.

I stretched naked over her lap and she proceeded to administer my punishment with some severe spanking. This skilled woman wields a heavy hand. I wondered to myself what the hell I was thinking when I cancelled a previous session with her and provided insultingly short notice. I realized giving such short notice of canceling was not my only wrong. I was disrespectful of her, whom I am very fond of and I disrupted her schedule as well, leaving a hole in her plans.

A series of rapid fire spankings, counting down from 100, drove the point home.
I WILL NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!!!

I have to mention that she very nicely soothes my reddened bottom with her ointment, which also allowed a greater impact of her stinging strikes.

Following my spanking, Miss Victoria Cayne used her electrical toys to further torment my bottom, before taking me completely.

An erotic, stimulating and corrective session at the mercy of my mistress. She is magnificent and in a short time has mesmerized and captivated me. My allegiance is to Miss Victoria Cayne.

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Slave-a-versary

slave a and I recently commemorated two years since Our/our first session! I wanted to share some of his thoughts below:

A short while ago, MVC and I celebrated Our/our two-year “slave-a-versary”. Reflecting on the two years since We/we first met, I was reminded how grateful I am to be Her slave. I feel like I’ve run out of superlatives and accolades to describe what an incredible Mistress MVC is. Each and every boundary-pushing session has been more thrilling, hot, and mind-blowing than the last.

To serve MVC is to feel purpose. To stare into Her beautiful eyes is to be known. To be beneath Her is to know peace.

The tortured anticipation of waiting for Our/our session was almost too much to bear; The knots in my stomach, the sleepless nights, and the erotic charge of longing to serve again. I even felt forced to lock myself back into chastity a few days before We/we played—not trusting my basest of instincts—and wanting to ensure I arrived at the dungeon in as a helpless, submissive frenzy as I could. As I heard the familiar click of the lock and felt the confining snugness of the steel cage, I realized I had been on borrowed time. “This is where I belong,” as MVC would say.

The session was of course incredible! A brilliantly orchestrated barrage of impact play and scratching, electrics, heavy bondage, foot worship, and overall total domination—all perfectly executed as only MVC can.

In a recent tweet, MVC described a photo of the marks left on a sub as how She paints. It’s an appropriate sentiment that only deepens the more consideration is given. Not only do the marks reveal themselves to be art through the simple visual contrast against the skin—but the entire process in how they are rendered is nothing short of art.

Like the greatest artisan, MVC, is capable of eliciting the desired results using Her tools and me, Her canvas. Having played dozens of times now, She knows not only the limits of pain I can take mentally—but the exact amount of pressure and force required to leave her imprint upon me without drawing blood. The result is art, as is the process. A beautiful power exchange between Mistress & sub.

I am so honored to be Hers.

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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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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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Stretched, Strap On, Sodomized Slut M

It is always daunting to know that you are fulfilling the shoes of another well-known domme, who has recently retired. However, slut M’s email totally stood out. I knew that they were up for the challenge of being pushed, completely used. Have I stated how SEXY a clear, concise email is? Within moments of arriving, I could immediately see the slutty submissive shyness upon slut M’s face, and knew that they were going to be in for a ride of their lifetime. Indeed, I was right. Within moments, they were spread eagle on my medical table, straddled, spread, and stretched… their sluttiness new no bounds. We immediately developed chemistry and knew there were so many ways to push them…that is when I knew Goddess Ava St. Marks, my partner in crime, was the perfect addition to slut M’s training.

Goddess Ava St. Marks and I have unmatched chemistry. For both being so experienced and skilled in the scene, we both joke that “we have been searching for one and other our whole careers.” It can’t be further from the truth. From the first moment we played together, everything flew so naturally between us. A true slut and sub takes suggestions on what their Mistress believes is in their best interest. Slut M is a true example of that. Not to mention, part two of what will follow happened earlier today, and I am riding high off top space and the total power exchange that was this afternoon…

Enjoy…

I recently started seeing Ms Victoria and her partner Goddess Ava on a regular basis a few months ago.  I had been sessioning with other dommes in the DC area but one recently retired and there was not a lot of chemistry between the other so my search continued until I met this team.

I can honestly say that my search ended upon meeting these two gorgeous ladies.  My first session was with Ms Victoria alone and it was totally mind blowing.  I love medical scenes and I was taken to new levels with Ms Victoria.  She saw how much I needed and wanted to be a total slut and whore and took me there, making me surrender to her and her toys.  At the end of our first session I told her some of my secret desires regarding play in public.  I felt so comfortable surrendering my body and thoughts to her.

At that point she suggested a double domme session for next time with Goddess Ava and I said yes.  Upon arriving for the next session I was totally struck by how gorgeous the both were and how well they worked together.  I was so excited I could hardly contain myself.   As they continued with more intense electric I begged for more and more and more.  My sluttiness knew no bounds.

I can’t wait until my next session with Ms. Victoria and Goddess Ava

Slut M

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Erotic thoughts from MVC…

I am writing an erotic story based on some of my thoughts that drive me. I can’t emphasize enough; the most important thing to me is chemistry and trust. I crave to take you on the journey; trust me and you will find perfection. Activities aside, an open mind and willingness to travel the path with me are what I love. These are some thoughts from scenes of late, tied together, and written as they came out. I just used the fact I type over 80 words per minute to put them to paper! Just because these focus on certain activities, in no way symbolizes the only things I enjoy as a domme.

Now, indulge.

Days, weeks, before, they remain chaste for me. Locked; not knowing their fate, as I am the one who controls it. Every time my keys jingle, they wonder if it is going to be the time I decide to open their locked cock, clitty, or property of mine. Waiting, longing, yearning, lusting, yet knowing they absolutely have no control. Their pleasure, orgasms, are not for them anymore, for they are mine to take from them. Upon picking them up, I greet them, knowing what sexy things are underneath…and are all for me. I produce a special beverage, perhaps splashed with some of my golden goodness and seductive spit. I look at them, smile, and hand them their special breakfast. They immediately take it and guzzle it down, savoring every single sip, for I am entering inside them for the first time…

My toy is taken to the car, blindfolded, and then various toys are added to their predicament. Vibrators, another set of hands, insertables, all become a part of them, as I lead them to their first destination. I had been craving doing an outdoor scene, so I did some research where the ultimate kinky activities could take place of a private trail. I lead them by a discreet cock leash, all while whispering in their ear. Aware of the surroundings and the thrill of being caught, I lead them behind a thorny brush. I find a thorny piece of the branch, bend them over, and use it to force them to rub their locked property against the thorns, all while they are being vibrated, and pinched. They are so owned, any touch, even if it is painful that comes from Me becomes pleasurable. Since it is my desire to even things out, they are now bent over and lashed with the thorny branch…

Their owned, caged, cock, clitty is thrusting against the cage, while I use the leash to lead them back to the car, where they are blindfolded again and taken to the second destination…

Completely helpless and unaware, they are led to a private place, where every single toy I am going to use on them is available.  They are given an overall inspection, all the while while I hear their submissive pants upon my body. Whatever happens next is up to me…for they are my tabula rasa.

This is just of their journey..for they are on the quest to an everlasting beautiful power exchange, where all they know is that they have to trust the sound of my voice, the touch of my body, my breath upon their skin. Their only option is to breath and completely surrender.

This is perfection…welcome to the world of MVC

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New chastity Boston toy!

It is so fun to take someone on a beautiful journey involving trust, and guiding them to become your toy. These are thoughts from a very dear Boston toy, A, who had served several other Mistresses but lack of time and connection, did not allow him to serve someone consistently. For the past few months, A has made the time to serve Me each and every trip, and allowed Me to introduce activities that may not necessarily been something they wanted to do, but it was within their limits, and they just went with the process. This is what surrender looks like, and when a sub fully commits themselves to Me, it is magical for both parties. Now, fast forward a few months, they are going to become another one of my many chastity boys! Wait until you hear about part two…when they came to serve Me in My Philadelphia dungeon!

Enjoy!

Dear MVC—

Words fail each time I try to describe how amazing our last session was together. It was a lot of ‘firsts’ for me and I loved every moment. Each time I see you is more mind-blowing then the last. Each visit drawing me deeper down the rabbit hole and pushing my limits to be the best submissive I can be.

How is it possible to be so thoroughly used and violated by you and yet feel so totally at peace? How is it that you can use each and every one of my fetishes against me and yet all I want is to thank you and ask for more? Being completely bound, gagged, and hooded by your skillful hands while being teased to the brink of insanity and totally dominated are experiences I once thought I could only dream of.

You are everything a slave good ask for, and I feel so lucky to have found you. Thank you for guiding me on this journey. I can’t wait to serve you at your Dungeon in Philadelphia this week.

—Your Boston boy

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