I am as comfortably, stylishly clothed as My Female slave is naked. I have

her bent over a spanking bench; very prettily, but not quite just so. “Stand

up straight, present your bottom” I command and the slave’s response is

gratifyingly instantaneous. My girl straightens her legs and the consequent,

inviting, curve of her ass is shown to all. I trace My fingers over her skin,

feeling her tremble. I have warmed My girl up “everywhere else, all in

preparation for what is coming for your bottom.”

I begin, slapping her ass cheeks. The first, percussively loud, spank has My

girl exhaling, breathing in deeply as she tries to match My rhythm. My smile

shows that I am already enjoying using My slave in this way. I spread the

spanks over her skin, listening to her gasps. The sub’s ass reddens, her

cheeks blushing furiously as I rain down hand spanks that reverberate

throughout My dungeon’s rooms.

My slave’s head remains bowed as she gasps more loudly, bravely staying

with Me as I increase her torment. I add layers of pain, stinging slaps

“warming it slightly!” and I notice my sub’s ass turning a lovely shade of

pink as her legs betray her and move as each spank lands. My sub’s gasps

for air punctuate the whacks as I ensure that the sub’s skin colours

complement each other, how quickly her ass reddens under My attention!

I run My dark red nails over My slave’s spanked rear, and I hear her moan

as the sharp nails dig into her flesh. My slave-property absorbs what I

demand, and I want her to take more in order to please Me. I tease the

paddle, the strap, the tawse, crop or cane – which implement will it be?

What will take My eye today “to provide the most effective level of pain?”

Today I choose the harsh leather strap and demand a number from My girl.

I enjoy the delicious anticipation, wondering how brave My girl will be when

selecting a number of strokes to receive – given that she has not received

any such punishment from this strap before! Of course, I demand that My

slaves fulfil themselves – every slave should ask for the maximum that they

are able to take for Me.

My rosy cheeked girl chooses five and I oblige her this time. The first strike

has her moan, and she draws a heavy breath in. “Delicious strike, across

those bare cheeks” I say and I continue to apply the remaining four strikes.

At five I challenge My girl “Why stop there, when we are having so much

fun?” I detect bruising, gorgeous deep red marks and I encourage My girl to

accept a further eight strokes – a lucky thirteen in total!

I add the strokes deliberately, with My customary fine aim. Each stroke is

strong, spiteful, loving and each one requires acceptance from My girl. I

hear her moans, her deep breathing: I have her compose herself and I

continue, caring for her remorselessly. Into double figures and My girl’s ass

shows the effects of being overwhelmed. I add the next three strokes in

quick time as My slave bucks and her head rises. “Good” I declare as I

pace behind her and then inspect the satisfying bruises. I trace the outlines

of the strap on her ass as My girl pants with relief and with the residual

smarting of the pain.

Once again I progress My slave, suggesting that three more strokes will

help her. Again, My girl is ready to agree with My superior knowledge of her

needs “Yes, Miss” and I deliver the strokes. At sixteen strokes My girl

struggles with the red-hot, searing pain of the final stroke. “Those beautiful,

bare cheeks” – I promise My girl that We will continue in a while, with the

cane!

In this clip I have challenged My slave girl’s thresholds with My leather

strap. Indeed, with agreement, I have extended her limits. I have allowed

her to work with Me, to become a more fulfilled and fulfilling slave; a sub

able to please Me in ways that I desire.

Punishment day! I do enjoy caning slaves in front of each other. The helpful reminder of a shared caning, the discipline and growing pain, often provide focus and motivation for onlooking slaves to improve their own service. Today My slaves stand before Me: they are hooded and naked, the male wearing a chastity cage as I expect and for his own good. Since the slaves have both been poorly behaved this month I will generously strike them one at a time while their associate watches on.

I have the slaves recite their “numbers”: the slave girl has 18, whilst the slave boy has 12. I question them on their poor discipline; the slaves admit that sexual frustration has definitely affected their behaviour for the worse. I have the slave boy place himself over the caning cage. As he bends over “Get yourself comfortable!” I prepare to cane the white buttocks of this recalcitrant sub.

I instruct the slave boy to stop whimpering and then invite the slave girl to watch closely. She will learn from the slave boy’s reaction to pain and perhaps they will draw support from each other. They will need to, for My strength is reinforced with disciplinary might. I am absolutely correct in My actions; the punishment is designed to improve the subs and ensure better behaviour.

“Let us begin” I intone and, the slave boy being ready, I apply the cane with vigour into his white butt cheeks. After only one strike the mark on the cane is clearly seen, a wide red line running across the slave’s ass. The slave moans, struggling to absorb the pain and I continue. After the second stroke the slave moans loudly, thanks Me and his legs part, showing those red balls swinging beneath the chastity device. Soon his ass will be the same colour as his unused nuts, or a deeper red!

Each of the slave’s misdemeanours will be erased by the painful caning. The slave knows this and feels the burn of each blow. The slave boy twists and turns in agony with each strike and the slave girl watches on intently. The slave boy grizzles and moans, pulling himself together as I turn his butt pink “Delicious!” As I admire the stripes on his ass, the slave apologises and I sense that he is beginning to understand My world, its discipline and attendant humiliations.

As the slave boy struggles he miscounts the strokes and I am all too willing to add another to his tally. I also let it be known that the sub will take double his punishment next month for the miscounting today. I add the final strike with the slave boy sobbing and I have him face the wall while the slave girl assumes “the position.”

The slave girl apologises before I begin her eighteen strokes. The first lash puts her up on tiptoes as she thanks Me and she settles in for a punishing barrage of blows. “An instant red strike across those very pale cheeks” I note! My caning bites deep and the slave girl’s blonde hair is sent skyward with each thwack. I hear her sighing becoming deeper and she too struggles, though not as much as her male counterpart. After eight strikes I have the slave boy turn around to watch and provide moral support.

I add a further ten strokes with the slave girl gritting her teeth and holding on, thanking Me after each strike. I am pleased by her attitude and positive intent, especially by taking the higher number of punishment strikes. I have the slave boy kiss the slave girls bottom cheeks, soothing her warmed posterior. I am pleased with My work, discipline will be improved across My slave stable, and My standard will be maintained!

I am resplendent in black, with two slaves awaiting My commands. The male “slave boy” is confined, trapped in a cage underneath the bound, female “slave girl” who awaits Me: she is lying on her back with Her legs in the air, held wide apart. This presages fun for Me and perhaps also one of the slaves. There are no prizes for guessing that the male is not receiving pleasure, naturally!

I point out to My slave girl that “excess pleasure” can be almost as painful as denial. Observant viewers will note that I stand right over the slave boy’s head while I converse with the slave girl. What a view I have arranged for the denied slave boy, looking up at both of U/us. I note his groans as the inevitable happens and the cuckold male begins to become aroused, realising his predicament!

I ask the slave boy if he would rather be denied or would he rather have too many orgasms? As My high heels are positioned either side of his head My slave boy struggles to conjure an answer. I continue, preparing the slave girl’s crotchless clothing, readying her for My strap-on cock. My slave girl moans as well, as she struggles to watch Me and finds her intimate space invaded.

I warm up My slave girl, teasing slowly and her breathing turns into gulps and gasps. I edge her gently, smiling as I do so. I order the slave boy to watch “the whole thing” whilst keeping his mouth open. I find males make useful drip trays and they are so willing for Me to use them in this way! Next I wield My wand on My slave girl, the very sound of it has the slave boy gripping the bars of his confinement cell with grim determination to last this torment out. Meanwhile, unable to escape the vibrations, My slave girl moans like the sex-doll that I have turned her into.

I beam greedily as I continue to enact My dominant plan “...tormented, for My own pleasure” I announce. My process is measured, unrelenting and increasingly punctuated by gasps and loud moans from My slave girl. I build her desperation, overwhelming her while the slave boy can only watch her swell as she becomes deeply turned on. I take the slave girl towards a bound orgasm and then I ready My strap-on.

My slave boy is enjoying the view, although his frustration is evident and I make sure that his cuckold-jealousy is stirred. I super-lube My slave girl, using My thumb to penetrate her. Now she moans at every dextrous stroke; she emits deep, guttural sounds. I feed My slave boy her taste from My glove, and he is overcome by her “divine”, delicious, honey taste.

Now I have the slave girl ready to be filled. Fully attired with My strap-on I have her beg to be stretched out. I slide into the slave girl and slowly begin to pump her juicy sex. I work her hole, filling her completely while the slave boy must watch her receiving pleasure whilst he is totally denied. The slave girl moans increasingly loudly; high-pitched wails tell us all that she is on the edge. I keep her there, right on that edge, her feet high in the air and I reintroduce the wand.

My slave girl grits her teeth, pants, wails and moans. Underneath U/us, om the floor, My slave boy watches each one of My thrusts into the slave girl. The slave’s chastity cage is bulging now, and both subs are clearly extremely sensitive to any stimulus that I supply. My slave girl tries to thrust onto Me from her restrained position. I remove the wand, tormenting her further.

I thrust harder, driving on, deeper inside her, demanding more from My slave girl. As she wriggles, moans and becomes more desperate I am amused and pleased. I remove the strap-on and squat, plunging it into the mouth of my begging, eager slave boy. It is his turn to moan as I feed him cock, coated with the slave girl’s juicy excitement.

So, which is better? Denial or excess? I have enjoyed the complementary, parallel predicaments of My subs. Both slaves lie back exhausted: I have triumphed once more and yet I am fresh, full of energy and am ready to keep them going all night long!

J'aime jouer avec des soumis verrouillés et mon garçon esclave a eu son sexe enfermé dans une cage de chasteté métallique depuis un certain temps maintenant. J'ai intensifié sans relâche la frustration de mon esclave au cours des derniers mois. Je l'ai de plus en plus taquiné, testant pleinement sa capacité à endurer. J'ai pris soin d'utiliser ma fille esclave tout au long du processus, et les effets combinés ont transformé mon garçon en un désespéré, bientôt un soumis cocufié.

Aujourd'hui, j'ai doublement emprisonné mon garçon : non seulement dans mon dispositif cruel de chasteté, mais aussi derrière des barreaux. J'augmente encore sa frustration en présentant ma soumise féminine et en confirmant avec mon garçon qu'il a développé «… une attirance certaine…» pour elle. Je fais courir mes mains sur l'objet du désir de mon garçon et celui-ci gémit, de plus en plus tourmenté par la situation de devoir regarder ce qu'il ne peut ni toucher ni posséder.

J'impose la loi à mon soumis masculin : « Peu importe à quel point tu te sens tourmenté, tu dois endurer la frustration. » Je suis toutefois clémente, je demande à mon garçon d'imaginer comment la fille esclave pourrait «…donner un spectacle…» et mon garçon se redresse, excité — si seulement son sexe pouvait s'éveiller ! Mon garçon soupire d'angoisse alors que son imagination s'emballe, pour aussitôt que son sexe rencontre un écrasement métallique douloureux dans la cage de chasteté. Pendant tout ce temps, ma fille esclave attend, agenouillée, les jambes provocamment écartées, les mains posées sur ses genoux.

Encore une fois, je lui révèle la réalité de la vie ; le spectacle d'aujourd'hui sera pour moi, et j'apprécierai regarder mon garçon souffrir en conséquence. J'ai l'intention de traiter mes deux soumis. Mon garçon subira sa première expérience de cocufiage tandis que ma fille esclave profitera «…d'une belle grosse bite ! » J'introduis notre quatrième partenaire de jeu, un véritable « membre » de mon rassemblement, mon jouet bien doté et en érection arrive, présentant sa verge gonflée à mon plaisir.

Je veux voir la cage de chasteté de mon garçon esclave se tendre pendant que ma fille esclave travaille la verge. Elle est certainement enthousiaste et s'agenouille avec empressement, enroulant sa main puis ses lèvres autour de la verge dressée, léchant et suçant la bite avec une habileté de salope accomplie. Alors que sa tête s'agite sur le gland, que sa gorge s'ouvre pour accueillir davantage de bite, mon garçon esclave goûte maintenant la pilule amère du cocufiage, l'action se déroulant à peine à un mètre de lui. Les images, les odeurs et les sons du cocufiage sont tous là pour lui, et je peux profiter de diriger trois jouets à la fois !

Ma fille esclave gémit de bonheur alors que sa bouche humide prodigue du plaisir à la grosse verge, et ses gémissements s'accordent à ceux des deux garçons. Un seul garçon profite d'une fellation chaude, douce et humide, tandis que l'autre ne peut que bêler qu'il aimerait participer… alors que la fille esclave continue de regarder le cocu droit dans les yeux, je lui ordonne de «…rêver que c'est ta propre bite ! »

Je confirme que la fellation est agréable, alors que la fille esclave continue de sucer et d'avaler la verge. Pendant ce temps, mon cocu craque et souhaite que sa bite soit celle qui reçoive la meilleure fellation possible. Je confirme qu'il a progressé aujourd'hui, ajoutant le fait d'être cocu à celui d'être mon jouet en bondage. Ma fille esclave masse la lourde paire de testicules devant elle, rendant le cocu encore plus envieux alors qu'elle satisfait la verge, afin de me plaire.

Je continue de comparer les bites dans la pièce : l'une derrière des barreaux, l'autre enveloppée par la bouche chaude, excitée, d'une soumise féminine. Mon cocu bredouille d'indignation et de déni, ressentant le profond sentiment de perte, d'exclusion, d'être cocufié. Pendant ce temps, l'autre paire de soumis est absorbée par le plaisir, donnant et recevant, pour me satisfaire. J'augmente la frustration du cocu, puis j'ordonne à ma fille esclave de s'approcher de la bite verrouillée du cocu. Alors qu'il se tend pour présenter sa bite emprisonnée, je fais en sorte que la fille esclave embrasse doucement sa cage de chasteté.

Le son des baisers se mêle aux gémissements du cocu alors qu'il est taquiné jusqu'à la destruction mentale et métallique par ma fille esclave. « Oh, mon Dieu ! Tellement sensible », s'exclame-t-il verbalement (si seulement sa bite pouvait jouir !) alors que les baisers entraînent le cocu plus profondément dans la frustration contenue, et il serre fortement les barreaux métalliques qui le retiennent. Ma fille esclave confirme qu'elle peut sentir la verge du cocu palpiter violemment à travers les barreaux de son dispositif de chasteté. J'autorise quelques caresses délicates supplémentaires contre sa verge avant d'éloigner la fille esclave.

Je prépare Ma soumise pour qu'elle prenne Ma bite pour la toute première fois. Il s'agit d'un rite de passage important et d'une expérience que je n'entreprends pas à la légère. Je sais que Ma soumise est prête à être percée, et j'augmente l'anticipation gourmande du sub en prenant mon temps. Je contrôle le rythme alors que j'assemble les éléments de Ma domination sur elle : chaque seul moment sera savouré alors que je déflore Ma soumise. Ma soumise est étendue prête, sur Mon banc. Je fais glisser Mes ongles le long du dos de l'esclave, créant des sensations qui provoquent un léger frémissement de la part de Ma soumise. Je taquine Ma soumise, tourmentant tous les sens de la soumise, prenant le temps de faire monter l'excitation jusqu'à ce qu'elle atteigne la fièvre, avant que je ne glisse en Ma propriété. Je stimule l'esclave à travers les culottes en dentelle de la soumise, malaxant doucement la peau, le corps et l'âme. Je retire la protection fragile de l'esclave, faisant tomber ces culottes par terre et l'esclave s'écarte largement, exposée. Je retiens la soumise solidement, étroitement en ajoutant les couches de contrôle qui préparent l'esclave pour une première fois baisée par Moi. Chaque lanière de cuir rappelle à l'esclave Ma puissance, enlevant la capacité de la soumise à bouger, la gardant en sécurité et solidement attachée sous Moi. Je fais glisser Mon gode ceinturé dans la bouche de l'esclave : un gros, gros gode mouillé me conviendra aujourd'hui lorsque je baise l'esclave durement pour la première fois. L'esclave suce volontiers, gémissant de désir alors que je décris comment je vais baiser ce trou de salope. Ma soumise lèche le manche, puis suce-le profondément, le rendant humide et prêt pour Moi. Une fois prêt, je me déplace et commence à taquiner le trou de la soumise, en m'assurant qu'elle est lubrifiée pour sa première fois. Mes doigts pénètrent dans Ma soumise et ses gémissements augmentent alors que je l'étire, doigtant ce trou et le remplissant. Je fais monter l'excitation de Ma soumise attachée, jouant avec Ma soumise, appréciant cela. Ensuite, je me lève, je me positionne et je glisse en Ma soumise. Pour commencer, je remplis le trou lentement, pénétrant doucement. Ensuite, je m'enfonce plus profondément, montant sur Ma soumise, augmentant la profondeur et le rythme des coups, revendiquant pleinement le trou de Ma soumise. Les gémissements de Ma soumise sont maintenant plus profonds et continus alors que je lui donne du plaisir grâce à Ma domination. Je mets en évidence les différences de statut entre U/us alors que je contrôle l'expérience de Ma soumise. La respiration de Ma soumise devient saccadée, et elle confirme que l'expérience est tout ce qu'elle avait imaginé et plus encore. Je continue à la baiser, m'affirmant pleinement, défiant Ma soumise d'aller plus profondément, d'accepter plus, de se réjouir de son obéissance excitée envers Moi. J'allonge mes coups, puis j'accélère le rythme. J'ai préparé Ma soumise, et elle accueille avidement la longueur complète de Mon gode ceinturé, son trou humide m'aidant maintenant à la baiser exactement comme je le souhaite. Je souris de satisfaction alors que j'ai atteint Mon objectif, introduisant Ma soumise à la soumission au gode ceinturé. Je la ramènerai à cette forme d'obéissance, en approfondissant Ma domination au fil du temps. Alors que je ressors de son trou, je sais déjà qu'elle en veut tellement plus, et il me conviendra de l'utiliser de cette façon, en tant qu'élément de son dressage d'esclave et de Mon contrôle de plus en plus dominant sur elle.<\/p>"

My female sub is restrained, naked, focused on breathing as best she can in a respirator. I will have a lot of fun playing with her today, enjoying my total control and my application of torment to this slave.

She moans as I play with her nipples, merely warming her up. I begin to pulse electric current through those nipples, slowly the tingles start! My sub moans to the rhythms that I thrust upon her and into her.

I stalk my prey, admiring my work before introducing a wand between my sub's hot thighs. The combination of pleasure, restraint, torment and teasing overwhelms my sub. Unable to keep focus, she moans ever more loudly, her head unable to remain still, she sighs with frustrated lust.

I ramp up the intensity and clamp her pussy lips: where the wand was, now two clamps impinge on her senses. I have ensured that her arousal is followed by the benefits of sweet pain.

Her nipples start to burn with soreness, those clamps get heavier on her lips and I stimulate her as her breathing becomes ragged. My slave's gasps of pain and pleasure please me but not yet enough!

I take my crop and toy with her, accurately applying the crop to her skin, those pink pussy lips. I ramp up the pain using increasingly severe strokes of the crop. I remove the cruel clamps, a torment in itself as my sub cries out. Her swollen lips respond to my agonizing kindness, leaving them painful, pink and sore.

My slave's predicament is slightly eased and yet she still feels the scratching of my nails, her suffering can only end when I decree it!