Thursday, July 17, 2014
sensualhumiliation:

Immobile !

Ohhhh, my favorite chair bondage, she is perfectly posed and helpless and ready for some serous interrogation.

sensualhumiliation:

Immobile !


Ohhhh, my favorite chair bondage, she is perfectly posed and helpless and ready for some serous interrogation.

(Source: parparin)

I love Sardax for the incredibly creative content. This image is very arousing as Mistress loved to feed me cum from condoms.  Any time I was permitted to cum it was always in a condom and I was required to eat the cum and chew the condom like it was gum.
I love the very full condom about to be pricked with the pin and drained into the eager cum eating slave’s mouth. Hmm, very hot!

I love Sardax for the incredibly creative content. This image is very arousing as Mistress loved to feed me cum from condoms.  Any time I was permitted to cum it was always in a condom and I was required to eat the cum and chew the condom like it was gum.

I love the very full condom about to be pricked with the pin and drained into the eager cum eating slave’s mouth. Hmm, very hot!

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

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Monday, July 7, 2014

chaosmist:

Chaosmist

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Mistress really loved to use very large rubber bands to punish me!  I have endured hours of constant torture with every painful welt as painful as the rest!  Very little effort by Mistress resulted in awesome welts.

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restricted-senses:

A Restricted-Senses original! As Promised, im moving into higher production value.

Naughty Schoolgirl Gif Set.

I am looking setting up a full blown website with photo and video content, videos like this would be available twice a week… What do you guys think? Has she got what it takes??

Oh yes, I  love this sweet school girl tied so tight and totally helpless.  I would wire her sensitive clitty with estim and force her to orgasm constantly.  What a joy it will be to watch her!!

Sunday, June 29, 2014
Found this image and loved the idea that the ball capture stand I was often locked in has a wonderful female design too.  I want to lock a female slave or busted tranny into one of these for some fun!

Found this image and loved the idea that the ball capture stand I was often locked in has a wonderful female design too.  I want to lock a female slave or busted tranny into one of these for some fun!

Saturday, June 28, 2014

I lust for Ashley, she has been my favorite for decades.  I was interrogated hundreds of times as I looked and lusted at Ashley’s pictures. These 2 pictures stir deep desires in me to interrogate Ashley, to punish those succulent breasts and her sweet pussy.  I want to whip, cane and paddle her ass, thighs, belly and feet as I ask her questions for which she has no answer, except to try and fabricate something to please me. Oh yes, I lust to have sweet Ashley in my clutches.

Mistress loved to interrogate me. These images describe the fire in my gut to interrogate my own sissy submissives.  Oh the pleasure of asking questions for which they have no answer.  The sounds they make attempting to answer to avoid punishment really get me hot. 

Oh yes, they will get lots of punishment and they will also tell me their deepest secret desires and fantasies.  I now know why Mistress loved interrogating me so much!

I saw this picture and it reminded me of those times when Mistress had Guests who smoked and I was called into the room to be used as an ash tray.  I hated the awful taste of the ashes and the butts snuffed out on my tongue after they spit into my sissy mouth.  Mistress forced me to swallow the contents of my mouth and would wash it down with her golden nectar. 
This was always very humiliating as Mistress and Her Guests would laugh and always ask Mistress if they could “flush” the toilet too.  I was totally helpless as I was bound in a kneeling position, my arms in a tight arm binder with my head pulled back and a spider or ring gag holding my mouth open. I could only stare at the ceiling choking on the horrible ashes and butts being put in my gaping mouth.
Several time during the evening a Guest would straddle my face and “flush” the toilet peeing copious amounts of hot golden nectar into my mouth.  I would gag and choke swallowing ashes and butts and nectar with much of the nectar spilling out soiling my sissy outfit. My clothes, breasts, hair, just about everything smelled like a toilet.
I hated those times and always vomited when allowed to go to my quarters to clean up after they left.  I was always sick for a day or two and brushed my teeth and used mouthwash constantly trying to get the taste out.
I once complained to Mistress and She called Her Guests immediately informing them that  I was going to be punished for my poor attitude.  2 days later I was the attraction of the party. I was bound kneeling again but spread eagled. I was dressed in thigh high stockings, a latex open crotch thong, and an open cup too small bra. A posture collar and ring gag held my head in position and an open lower face latex hood took away my sight.
My balls were encircled by a dog shock collar and there were 2 tables of whips, canes, crops, zipper clothes pins, a variety of clamps, butt plugs and tubes of Icey Hot and tiger balm.
After what seemed like hours I heard Mistress and Her Guests enter the basement playroom.  Mistress announced to the assembled group that I had been guilty of having a poor attitude. I had disappointed Mistress with my whining and I needed to be punished severely so I would never make that mistake again.
For the next hours I was used as an ash tray and urinal, my ass filled with all manner of plugs all lubricated with tortuous balm.  I was whipped, caned, cropped and paddled constantly.  The ball shocker caused me to constantly jerk and convulse in the immovable bondage.  I choked and gagged on ashes and butts, was filled with hot nectar and lost control and urinated.  Every inch of my body was black and blue, I was covered with zipper marks from the endless times the clothes pins were put somewhere on my body and pulled off.  I had zipper marks everywhere. My ass hole was on fire from the plugs and balm and also the thousand or so snaps from the latex thong as the everyone seemed t love pulling the thong as far as they could and release it like a big rubber band sending a searing pain through my poor ass hole. I was covered with welts and whip marks including the soles of my feet! I really though my poor cock and balls would never work again as the pain in my groin was all I could think of.
 Mistress thanked all Her Guests and the room was empty, I could hear nothing.  Mistress released the bondage and I fell forward on my tender nipples, I was unable to move.  
Mistress ordered me to finish removing my bondage and clothes and get up and go get cleaned up.  I struggled, but I literally could not get up Mistress used the shock collar but all I did was grunt through the ring gag.
Mistress tied me in a loose hogtie and left me in the basement until morning, saying “I hope you have learned your lesson” as She left me there.
This picture stirred this memory. I was a much better slave for the next 15 years until Mistress passed away.  She never forced me t be an ash tray again.  I did serve some of Her special Friends but it was voluntary and with no bondage. 
Wow, this picture really stirred a memory I had not thought about in decades. 

I saw this picture and it reminded me of those times when Mistress had Guests who smoked and I was called into the room to be used as an ash tray.  I hated the awful taste of the ashes and the butts snuffed out on my tongue after they spit into my sissy mouth.  Mistress forced me to swallow the contents of my mouth and would wash it down with her golden nectar. 

This was always very humiliating as Mistress and Her Guests would laugh and always ask Mistress if they could “flush” the toilet too.  I was totally helpless as I was bound in a kneeling position, my arms in a tight arm binder with my head pulled back and a spider or ring gag holding my mouth open. I could only stare at the ceiling choking on the horrible ashes and butts being put in my gaping mouth.

Several time during the evening a Guest would straddle my face and “flush” the toilet peeing copious amounts of hot golden nectar into my mouth.  I would gag and choke swallowing ashes and butts and nectar with much of the nectar spilling out soiling my sissy outfit. My clothes, breasts, hair, just about everything smelled like a toilet.

I hated those times and always vomited when allowed to go to my quarters to clean up after they left.  I was always sick for a day or two and brushed my teeth and used mouthwash constantly trying to get the taste out.

I once complained to Mistress and She called Her Guests immediately informing them that  I was going to be punished for my poor attitude.  2 days later I was the attraction of the party. I was bound kneeling again but spread eagled. I was dressed in thigh high stockings, a latex open crotch thong, and an open cup too small bra. A posture collar and ring gag held my head in position and an open lower face latex hood took away my sight.

My balls were encircled by a dog shock collar and there were 2 tables of whips, canes, crops, zipper clothes pins, a variety of clamps, butt plugs and tubes of Icey Hot and tiger balm.

After what seemed like hours I heard Mistress and Her Guests enter the basement playroom.  Mistress announced to the assembled group that I had been guilty of having a poor attitude. I had disappointed Mistress with my whining and I needed to be punished severely so I would never make that mistake again.

For the next hours I was used as an ash tray and urinal, my ass filled with all manner of plugs all lubricated with tortuous balm.  I was whipped, caned, cropped and paddled constantly.  The ball shocker caused me to constantly jerk and convulse in the immovable bondage.  I choked and gagged on ashes and butts, was filled with hot nectar and lost control and urinated.  Every inch of my body was black and blue, I was covered with zipper marks from the endless times the clothes pins were put somewhere on my body and pulled off.  I had zipper marks everywhere. My ass hole was on fire from the plugs and balm and also the thousand or so snaps from the latex thong as the everyone seemed t love pulling the thong as far as they could and release it like a big rubber band sending a searing pain through my poor ass hole. I was covered with welts and whip marks including the soles of my feet! I really though my poor cock and balls would never work again as the pain in my groin was all I could think of.

 Mistress thanked all Her Guests and the room was empty, I could hear nothing.  Mistress released the bondage and I fell forward on my tender nipples, I was unable to move.  

Mistress ordered me to finish removing my bondage and clothes and get up and go get cleaned up.  I struggled, but I literally could not get up Mistress used the shock collar but all I did was grunt through the ring gag.

Mistress tied me in a loose hogtie and left me in the basement until morning, saying “I hope you have learned your lesson” as She left me there.

This picture stirred this memory. I was a much better slave for the next 15 years until Mistress passed away.  She never forced me t be an ash tray again.  I did serve some of Her special Friends but it was voluntary and with no bondage. 

Wow, this picture really stirred a memory I had not thought about in decades. 

I am lusting to have my own sissy submissive, bound and helpless and I edge them and French kiss them thrusting my tongue deep into their sissy mouth.  Oh yes, they will beg for relief but will be denied any sexual release while I will fondle them and kiss them and play with their genitals getting them rock hard but never allowing orgasm.  Oh yes, these pictures stir my dominant side and I am ready to take charge!