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!

I do enjoy toying with locked subs and My slave boy has had his cock encased in a metal chastity cage for quite some time now. I have built the slave’s frustration relentlessly over the last few months. I have teased him increasingly, testing his ability to endure to the full. I have been sure to use My slave girl throughout the process, and the combined effects have turned My boy into a desperate mess of a, soon to be cuckolded, sub.

Today I have My boy doubly imprisoned: not only in My crushingly cruel chastity device, but also behind bars. I build his frustration further by displaying My female sub and confirming with My boy that he has built “...quite the attraction...” to Her. I run My hands over the object of My boy’s lust and My boy groans, increasingly vexed by the predicament of having to view what he cannot touch and have.

I lay the law down to My male sub “No matter how tormented you feel, you must endure the frustration.” I am kind though, I ask My boy to imagine how the slave girl could “...put on a show...” and My boy perks up, becoming excited – if only his cock could get aroused! My boy sighs in anguish as his imagination runs riot, only for his cock to meet an immediate and painful metal-mashing in the chastity device. All the while My slave girl waits, kneeling, legs teasingly apart with Her hands resting on Her knees.

Once more I reveal the reality of life; today’s show will be for Me and I will enjoy watching My boy suffer as a result. I intend to treat both of My subs. My boy will suffer his first cuckold experience while My slave girl will enjoy “...a nice big cock!” I introduce our fourth playmate, quite the “member” of My gathering as My well endowed, erect toy arrives, presenting his bulging cock for My delectation.

I want to see the slave boy’s cock cage strain as My slave girl works the cock. She is certainly keen and kneels eagerly, wrapping Her hand and then Her lips around the erect cock, licking and sucking dick with slutty aplomb. As Her head bobs on the cockhead, Her throat opening for more cock My slave boy tastes the bittersweet pill of cuckoldry now, as the action takes place barely a metre away from him. The sights, scents and sounds of cuckolding are all his to bear, and I get to enjoy directing three toys all at once!

My slave girl moans blissfully as Her wet mouth pleasures the huge cock, and Her moans are matched by those of both boys. Only one boy is enjoying a beautiful, warm, wet blowjob whilst the other can only bleat that he wishes to join in...as the slave girl continues to look the cuckold in the eye, I instruct him to “...dream of it being your own cock!”

I have it confirmed that the blowjob feels good, as the slave girl continues to suck on and swallow the cock. Meanwhile My cuckold cracks and wishes that his cock was on the receiving end of the very best blowjob. I confirm that he has progressed today, adding being a cuck to being My bondage toy. My slave girl massages the heavy pair of balls in front of Her, making the cuck even more envious as She pleases the cock, in order to please Me.

I continue to compare the cocks in the room: one behind bars, one enveloped by a hot, horny, female sub’s mouth. My cuck splutters in indignation and denial, feeling the deep sense of loss, of missing out, of being cuckolded. Meanwhile the other pair of subs are engrossed in pleasure, giving and taking, to please Me. I build the cuck’s frustration and then order My slave girl to approach the cuckold’s locked cock. As he strains to present his caged cock I have the slave girl kiss his cock-cage gently.

The sound of kissed mixes with the moans of the cuck as he is teased to metal and mental destruction by My slave girl. “Oh, my God! So sensitive” he verbally ejaculates (If only his cock could!) as the kissing takes the cuck further into restrained frustration and he grips the metal bars restraining him tightly. My slave girl confirms that She can feel the cuckold’s cock throbbing headily through the bars of his chastity device. I allow a few more, delicate brushes against his cock before taking the slave girl away.

I prepare My slave to take My cock for the very first time. This is an important rite of passage and an experience that I do not undertake lightly. I know that My slave is ready to be breached, and I heighten the sub’s giddy anticipation by taking My time. I control the pace as I assemble the elements of My dominance over her: every single moment will be savoured as I deflower My sub. My slave is laid out ready, on My bench. I move My nails down the slave’s back, creating sensations that elicit a gentle squirm from My sub. I tease My slave, tormenting all of the sub’s senses, taking the time to build the excitement to fever pitch, before I will slip into My property. I stimulate the slave through the sub’s lacy panties, gentling tormenting skin, body and soul. I remove the slave’s flimsy protection, dropping those panties to the floor and the slave spreads wide, exposed. I restrain the sub securely, tightly adding the layers of control that prepare the slave for a first time fucking from Me. Each of the leather straps reminds the slave of My power, removing the sub’s ability to move, keeping her safely secured under Me. I feed My strap-on cock into the slave’s mouth: a fat, wet cock will suit Me today when I take the slave hard for the first time. The slave sucks willingly, moaning with desire as I describe how I will fuck that slutty, little fuck-hole. My slave licks the shaft, and then sucks it deeply, getting it wet and ready for Me. Once ready I move and begin to tease the sub’s hole, ensuring that she is lubricated for her first time. My fingers push into My sub and her moans increase as I stretch her, finger-fucking that hole and filling it up. I build the excitement of My restrained sub, playing with My slave, enjoying her. Then I stand, position Myself and slip into My slave. To begin with I fill the hole slowly, thrusting gently. Then I move in for more, climbing onto My slave, increasing the depth and rate of thrust, claiming My sub’s hole fully. My slave moans more deeply and continuously now as I give pleasure through My dominance. I align the differences in status between U/us as I control the experience of My slave. My sub’s breathing becomes ragged, and she confirms that the experience is everything she had imagined and more. I continue to fuck her hole, asserting Myself fully, challenging My slave to go deeper, to accept more, to revel in her excited obedience to Me. I lengthen My strokes, then increase the pace. I have primed My slave, and she greedily receives the full length of My strap-on, her wet hole assisting Me now to fuck her exactly as I please. I smile in satisfaction as I have achieved My goal, introducing My slave to strap-on submission. I will bring My slave back to this form of obedience, deepening My dominance over time. As I slip back out of her hole, I already know that she wants so much more, and it will suit Me to use her in this way, as part of her slave training and My increasingly dominant control over her.

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!