I wanna do real bad things to you

From the Mistress's studio, I bring you a triptych of Shiny CBT Devices:

Two Hot Girls on a Hot Summer Night

I met up with my good friend D. for some wine and food at a happy hour. Just a casual seaside bar, nothing special. We were being our jolly cackling selves, oblivious to anything other than each other's fine lady company. A man comes up to us and says, "I just had to come up and say hello to you ladies. You're drinking wine in a bar in the middle of the afternoon. You really know what you want." It's true, we do, we do know what you want.

D. claims to be "vanilla" but I wonder because she quite adeptly verbally humiliates men. She was having a ball twisting his words and telling him how "it really works."

So then, he challenges me to slap him. Never ever challenge a Mistress! Because besides slapping him, I performed some blatant nipple torture and some slightly more discreet CBT under the bar. He barely flinched. This marks a good man in my book, so I shooed him out the door to discuss things with my lady friend to see if she wanted to take this guy home and give us all a good story to tell. D. being the deviant she is, gladly agreed--she is much amused by my antics and had always wanted to watch me work.

So we make him pay our tab of course and we start heading to our apartment.

When you pick up a Lady at a bar and she invites you over to her place, but first must stop at her car to get her suitcase--you should know you are in trouble. He carried my gear bag a few blocks and up a few flights of stairs--did he have any idea what lay in store for him?

Trouble ensues and I bust out the cuffs, nipple clamps and pinwheel. Nothing better than torturing a man in the company of a fine Lady.

I don't kiss and tell, but I will say this, I left my heels on, because, I am a Lady.

I escorted this gentleman to the door and he said, "I sure hope I run into you Ladies again!"

Indeed. Usually those wild stories you hear in the letters published by Penthouse and the like are made-up, but then again, sometimes they are true, well if they are coming from The Real Thing.

Succu Dry

I don't get vampire sex, but I sure as hell love CBT. Check out this kinky version of a "fleshlight," Succu Dry. It's lined with dozens of tiny fangs to poke my favorite thing to torture. I think I will put this on my wish list for something new in my toy bag!

Gary

Back when I was just a wee deviant I used to spend quite a bit of time finding helpless males to torture via AOL Instant Messenger, when one would actually call it such, and not this new-fangled AIM.

I was introduced to "Gary" through O. He found her, because as a joke in her profile, she had written that she enjoyed repurposing electrical toothbrushes as castration devices. Little did we know what a serious fellow this was and we engaged in many a conversation over the best way to relieve him of his unnecessary appendage.

We talked at length how we should be the last to use that thing between his legs for our pleasure, not for his. We wanted to have our way with him for hours. We would never let him cum. Then after blissful torture we would remove his disgusting manhood. The remodeled electric toothbrush would be switched on, a spinning frenzy of torture and delight, applied precisely and firmly to his testicals, zip, zip--faster than a haircut, we would simply slice them off.

Discussion still continued over what to do with the mess now that we had separated it from said owner. I was of a mind to bronze them and use them as paper weights. Perhaps now I would have used them as CBT weights. I think that would be rather fitting. I like to reduce, reuse and recycle.

He was so intent and enraptured by our sick, creative minds, he offered to pay for our passage to his town to engage in this fantasy. We never had the pleasure of castrating dear ole Gary, but I have delighted in many lovely castration scenarios since then.

Headspace movie review

It's been awhile since I wandered over into the "sex" section of my local video store, so I decided to pick something up and decided on Headspace, a documentary about a group of friends both lifestyle and professional in the BDSM scene.

I warn you now, this doc is not for the faint of heart, vanilla or not. It very quickly goes into intense CBT, blade play, needle play and a torture scene on deck with documented war time interrogation techniques. There is a lot of blood letting.

Beyond that, it centered around Los Angeles clubs and playspaces, that to my knowledge no longer exist as this was shot in the early 90s. It interspersed interviews with scenes in private play spaces or clubs. Overall, it was somewhat disappointing.

There was almost no continuity and no cohesiveness to the whole thing. It was just a couple of scenesters and scenes. I think it would have been better if each person had more of an introduction about who they were and what scene they were into--it was a little hard hitting for the first scenes to be almost all about blood letting with religious and vampiric undertones. If the point was about how people get into headspace, get the people watching the film to finish it! I very nearly turned it off and I, hardly a weathered, middle-of-the-road Woman, am still a pro-Domme that has seen or done some pretty intense kinky work.

The actual interviews with people were pretty great, talking about reservations people have about BDSM, and how there is longevity in the scene (although where are they now? I wonder). I loved that someone made the point to say people in this scene are intelligent and educated. I loved that someone said yes, this is extreme, but I'm doing it with someone I trust.

The scene that was absolutely disturbing to me was a public performance between a Dom and sub where he wrapped her head in wire, pulled her fingernails with pliers, used clamps to restrain her hands, violently stuck a pole in her vagina, thrashed in around and hammered it in, cut her head, and all around violently and indiscriminately beat her about. After the scene, their friends tell them outside the club that it was inappropriate for public play. The sub defends herself and says, He didn't cross my limits. Not at all. I asked him to cut me again. Cut to a scene of her bound up wire head maniacally asking for more blade play--duly noted. Someone said that was a dangerous scene and someone could have been seriously hurt and we have a responsibility to people that see it. She said that someone can get hurt with a flogger. I see really fucked up stuff in movies all the time.

Does anyone think she's talking too much for a sub? First of all, regardless if you asked for it or not, you were in subspace, ahem, headspace, and the Dom should be controlling the scene because he should be aware of what you can and can't take. Of course a Dom should be listening to his sub for check-ins, but her asking to be cut more is not an argument for the safety and responsibility of this violent scene. Second, yes, it is true, you can hurt someone with a flogger. But you know what you weren't using? A flogger. You were using the contents of a carpenter's tool box for your scene; your Dom was sticking a pole into your vagina and violently thrashing it around--someone could have lost an ovary! Third, I've seen really fucked up stuff in movies too. Do you know what the difference is between a movie and your scene? The movie is a carefully rehearsed, often digitally aided acted scene, whereas your blades were real because you were really bleeding.

However, I think it did well to illustrate the arguments that arise in the BDSM scene. We are intelligent and educated, we are also overdramatic and (consensually) violent. On a side note, if this is what they did in public, what the hell do they do in private? But I think that they did this scene to override the limits of not just the audience but their kinky peers. They were asking to get spanked for it. And they got it.

A better, intense scene was one unfortunately left out but included on the deleted scenes section. A woman is restrained on a cross, a horse bit in her mouth while her Domme slowly and artfully puts intense clips on her nipples, arms and stomach. When its time to take them off, the sub is laying on the floor. The Domme rips the string of clips off her arm and caressed the red skin, she moves this way until all the clips are gone, the horse bit is taken out and the scene ends in a hug.

Maybe worth a quick view for some good, but intense scenes or if you were involved in the club scene then and would like to reminisce. But I'm not sure who the audience is supposed to be. The interviews seem geared more toward vanilla people to explain the lifestyle; the scenes were of an intensity that made this Domme a little queasy.

Hard Candy movie review

Ever since Juno, I have had a crush on Ellen Page. I have had Hard Candy on my must-see list for awhile and I finally watched it this week.

In short, "Hayley" is my fourteen year old spirit-teenager. I love strong, intelligent, diabolical female characters. Hayley thinks that photographer Jeff is a pedophile and seeks to expose him and make him confess his crimes over a day of interrogation, verbal humiliation and my favorite, CBT, or more specifically castration.

As the movie progresses Hayley continually mind-fucks Jeff, lying to him, getting him to confess his sins, in a vicious and tantalizing game.

This movie was a wonderful psychological thriller. What a relief that teenage girls are more capable then just picking out lip gloss and flirting with boys--they do just fine putting the pedal the medal torturing handsome young photographers too.

Yet another mainstream movie that has inspired me for an interrogation scene and let's not forget castration . . .

Bond and Ball busting

So why didn't anybody tell me about the amazing CBT and interrogation scene in Casino Royale?

I went to see a double feature of Casino Royale and Quantum of Solace the other night at the Arclight Dome. I've never been into Bond movies, but I liked Casino Royale well enough, especially when a naked Mr. Bond is made to set in a chair without a seat. Now what could be about to happen?

A large knotted rope swings to hit the free hanging Mr. Bond. Pain. Screams. Excitement. The latter was for me anyway. The rest of the audience was visibly disturbed at the extreme anguish this must be causing our beloved Bond, I excitedly gripped my date's arm and whispered, I must do this to someone.

I have a perfect chair and plenty of rope. I never gave much thought to interrogation scenes, but oh has that Brit inspired me!

Domming out in the vanilla world

Over the weekend I headed out of town for some much needed R&R with a plethora of "vanilla" friends. They have no idea what a pervert I am, and I rather relish in my deception. We'll see how long that lasts though since being surrounded by so many cute boys, I wanted to slap and tickle them all. Well, that's what I say and it's true, I would start out that way, but then once I get going, before you know it, you're tied up in elaborate bondage with electrodes on your balls and a dildo up your ass--but I digress.

Anyway, I couldn't contain myself anymore and went up to a boy and pulled his hoodie over his head, pulling the strings down tight over his face. He laughed, saying well I can just pull this off my head. I said, Oh yeah? and quickly used the strings to tie his hands together in front of his face, which gave me perfect access to . . . his armpits!!!! Muahahahahha. I promptly went in for the kill. He thought it was all fun and games until he realized that in about five seconds I had quite effectively tied his hands up and it was useless to escape. He exclaimed, Wait! You really tied me up! Ahh!!! And then I found his belly button. He went down! After tickling him on the floor a few times and resisting my urge to kick him, I untied him and thanked him for being a good sport. I went downstairs to find another willing victim.

Downstairs was the Firefighter. Oh lordy how I would love to do more than just tickle him. I crack my fingers and go in to tickle his sides, and inexplicably, as though he reads my kinky mind, bends over! Well, how could I let this perfect ass go to waste? and I start spanking him! Perfection. I love spanking manly men. Those who have lives that involve weightlifting and protein shakes, those that involve board meetings of which they control--men who are usually in control of their lives, and then they give that control to me. I have to stop myself before I get too carried away . . .

The rest of the night passed by without kinky incident. There was almost some ball busting/CBT when a boy tried to get into the hot tub with a bunch of ladies who were sans bikinis, but much to my disappointment he decided to leave to play ping pong.

Sigh. Another night, another firefighter. How was your weekend?