Keeping Track of Time
My primary plaything is not much into wearing jewlery, at least not during his regular daily activities. (Remind me to tell you about what I *can* get him to wear when we’re gender bending, though.) As far as male accessorizing goes, he’ll usually wear a wrist watch but not much else. Which quite honestly, is fine by me. I don’t prefer to micro-manage every thing he does. Except…
Plaything had to go out of town this weekend. We haven’t had very many opportunities to get into our D/s routine of play in a couple weeks, and I’d been missing that. Plaything is such a beautiful submissive…he truly embodies the very best in what a male submissive can possibly offer to a domina. He’s the kind of man I adore topping…smart, independent-minded, has people who revere and look up to him…just an all-around successful, brilliant person. Yet, when he submits to me and allows me to bring him down a few notches…its such a fucking amazing feeling for me. I’ve told him time and again, he has *so* spoiled me.
So, I wanted to be able to exert a little “influence” over Plaything while he was to be away visiting relatives. While he was packing, I presented a small, gift-wrapped box to him. I love the look of surprise and appreciation on this boy’s face when I treat him.
“Open it, baby,” I told him.
Inside of the box, was a brand new wristwatch. His old one was becoming a bit worn and he’d been talking about replacing it soon. BUT. This was not just any new wristwatch. Before this gift was wrapped, I decided to “christen” it. Earlier that day, I had indulged myself while looking at some porn depicting incredibly tolerant men taking some serious, flinch-inducing whippings at the hand of a femdom. I got myself off hard and repeatedly. When I orgasm that hard, my cunt gets *very* juicy. Each time I orgasmed, I rubbed the face of Playthings new watch in and around my wet cunt.
I instructed Plaything to put the new watch on and then lift his wrist to his face and inhale. He obliged. Immediately, a knowing grin danced across his lips. He knew. He recognized. He’d better. 😀
I then placed a finger over his mouth and pushed it inside and he began to suck it gently. He tasted me on my own finger and the look in his eyes was sheer lust.
“Now baby, I know you have to leave in a minute, but you are to wear this watch all weekend. Whenever you’re awake, on every even hour, or as close as you can get to it, I want you to lift the watch to your nose and smell your Owner’s scent. I don’t care where you are or who you’re with. You know how to be discreet. Will you do this for me?” I asked softly.
“God, yes, I will, ” he nearly gasped.
“Good. And also, each night before bed, please remember to lick the face of the watch one time,” I instructed.
This is the kind of subtle control I simply thrive on with my submissives. Its not about monitoring his every move, but rather, a way to stay ingrained in his mind even when we have to be apart.
And I mean, really, if you have to spend a weekend with relatives, can you honestly think of a better way to pass the time? 😉
Surrendering control to another person can have an intoxicating effect. Because if a femdom does it right, she will continue to have an impact on her submissive no matter where he is. He will hear her sweet, soft voice in his ears, feel the faint sting of her nails still digging into his flesh and smell her inimitable scent on his being until she has him on his knees in front of her again.
Mina, Kink Artist Extraordinaire
1-888-662-6482
Yahoo/AIM/Twitter: kinkyfunmina
Mirror Image
Mirrors are a sexy tool to use when playing BDSM games.
I’ve been playing with a darling sissy submissive boy who I’ll call Wendy. Wendy and I occasionally get together every few months when he feels the need to be humiliated and controlled by a sensual femdom. He travels a lot and this is really the only time he can truly indulge in his need for sissification, bondage and discipline.
Today, when Wendy arrived, I had a specific idea in mind for how we would engage in our exchange. He becomes literally exhilarated when dressing en femme, and for some time now, he has been considering purchasing a corset. Wendy likes the idea of being feminized and bound up simultaneously. Usually, he submits to me while wearing pink panties, hosiery, and high heels. And let me tell you, he looks simply adorable when all dolled up! But today, I wanted to bring him closer to his fantasy of being restrained and feminized at the same time.
After Wendy disrobed in front of me and passed his inspection satisfactorily, he looked toward his duffle bag which contained his various feminine accessories and reglalia.
“No,” I told him gently. “I have something else I want you to wear for me”.
Wendy’s eyes brightened and he could hardly contain himself when I presented a supersized roll of saran wrap.
“We’re going to corset your sissy flesh today, Wendy. I want you to get used to the feeling of your body tightly bound and give you an idea of how you’ll look when you put on the real thing someday”, I informed.
I led Wendy to the full length mirror in my bedroom corner. I instructed him to stand facing the mirror while I wound layer upon layer of saran wrap over his torso, hips, waist and stopped just at his bust-line. It was a fairly warm, humid day, so Wendy began to perspire quickly once encased in my “do-it-yourself” corset.
“Miss Mina…wow…I love the way this looks! My waist is cinched and its so tight, I can barely breathe! This feels amazing,” Wendy gushed.
“Yes, you do look rather amazing, Wendy. However, there is one problem,” I shook my head.
“What’s that?” Wendy asked in an alarmed tone.
“Wendy, you are sweating like a pig! No proper sissy girl would be so sweaty. This is highly inappropriate,” I remarked.
Wendy’s face went from beaming like a kid on Christmas to forlorn and worrisome. And Wendy should be concerned. We’ve spent many hours over the past couple of years working on proper feminine etiquette and hygiene. The last thing I want is a smelly, sweaty, sissy in my house.
I brought out the riding crop and told Wendy to get down on all fours, but to remain looking at himself in the mirror. He reacted promptly and knelt down in front of me.
“Stick out that girlie bottom of yours…and hold in that gut!” I directed. “Do not take your eyes off of your reflection.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Wendy gulped, staring at her wrapped physique, with beads of perspiration dripping down the parts of her skin that were bare.
“Sissy girls are clean. Sissy girls do NOT sweat like nasty pigs!” I implored while the crop met his bare ass over and over again.
His whimpers delighted me.
“Watch yourself. Look at yourself in the mirror…what do you see?” I asked as the crop caressed his thighs.
“I see…I see…a sissy who wants badly to please her Mistress, ma’am”, Wendy said shakily.
“Sit up on your knees, Wendy,” I ordered. “Kiss the crop”.
Wendy put her lips to the tip of my crop. I patted the top of Wendy’s head. “Good girl.”
Wendy managed a small smile.
“You say you want to please me badly? Did I hear correctly?” I asked
Wendy assured me that was exactly what he had said earlier.
“Well good. Because right now, what would please me even more, is for you to show me what a sissy slut you truly are, Wendy.”
I brought out a few new items. A tube of whore-red lipstick and a dildo. But not the usual strap-on dildo Wendy is so fond of making love to with her mouth. This one was a special suctioned dildo. To be placed right on the mirror where Wendy could kneel and worship while watching her reflection as she performed like the dirty sissy slut she so loved unleashing when we’re together.
While she was still on her knees, I reached down and held Wendy under her chin while I applied the lipstick. Wendy’s sissy-clit was engorged by now. This made me smile.
I attached the suction-dildo to the mirror and motioned for Wendy to crawl to me.
“Look at yourself. Look at those red painted lips, Wendy. Now bend forward and show me what they’re good for. And do not take your eyes of off your reflection”.
When you’re ready to take that plunge and discover what kind of sissywhore or bondage slut you are, Miss Mina will direct you.
Mina
Kink Artist Extraordinaire 1-888-662-6482
Yahoo/AIM: kinkyfunmina
email: kinkyfunmina@yahoo.com
My world
The first time I encountered a BDSM themed play party was about five years ago when I accompanied a submissive male friend to a gathering at the home of one of his associates. I can recall so clearly the night I was introduced to the world of flogging and beating and the way it left my inner domina hungry for more.
I was dressed simply (haha, there’s nothing really *simple* about wearing PVC or rubber clothing) in a black PVC catsuit, a sleeveless/tank top style with sexy V-neck cut that zipped up the front. My long auburn hair was piled on top of my head with a few amber tendrils falling loose around my face. It was late fall, and the night was cold and crisp. Walking into that party with my friend, I sensed a different type of energy in this crowd than I’d ever noticed at vanilla gatherings.
Back then, the overall physical-play aspect was a fairly mild one…that first night, I participated in a spanking game while the submissive’s boyfriend watched. Quite frankly, for me, I found I was more turned on by the psychological element that somehow was opening up for me through that initial exchange. How intoxicating and amusing that beautiful, interesting men and women would approach me and drop to their knees and beg to be of service to me in some way. I turned down these requests, even though I was more than intrigued. I think I probably chuckled quite a bit at first, thinking, “What in the world??”
And then the sweetest little dumpling of a girl and her dominant boyfriend asked if I would spank her with a flogger. He wanted to watch while another woman topped his girlfriend and she always fantasized about being spanked by a female. There was something about the sparkle in her eyes and the way she said, “Please?” that appealed to me. So, she lifted up her little skirt and revealed a creamy, heart shaped, darling behind that just seemed to be *needing* to be hit. Who was I to refuse?
I asked the girl’s dominant boyfriend to demonstrate the way he used the flogger on his pet. He brought out a very pretty black-suede stranded instrument and I stroked the material while he explained the best way to begin. I observed his approach and studied his pet’s response. She squirmed and squealed with delight when the strands brushed across her skin. Then it was my turn.
I started out rather slowly, almost tentatively. The first strikes I administered to her ass with the flogger were rather soft, almost teasing. She giggled a little when the leather met her skin initially. Then as I became more comfortable and started to build momentum, each blow was delivered more harshly than the one before it. I paused here and there, to observe her pale bottom turn pink, then crimsom, then scarlet. Welts began to appear on her bare flesh. I stopped to caress and trace the indentations I created and she moaned softly, beautifully. Harder and harder I hit her, and she would wince, moan and shake. I stopped for a moment and looked at her boyfriend whose eyes were glued to his pet’s lovely, writhing body. I looked at her face and it was flushed with the most amazing mixture of pain, disorientation and glazed-over surreal-ness. I was hooked, not so much on just the power of being able to *cause* pain to another, but more so that I could bring this other person to such a place of ecstacy, to take one and make them so vulnerable and in that moment, literally own them.
This was a world in which I belonged.
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