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Mistress Mona Matira has a kinky streak in her. From what I can tell, she gets down with straps and boot worship. Lucky you! She is now available for training sessions. Please email to submit (SUBJECT - TRAINING WITH MISTRESS MATIRA) [email protected] Ethnicity: Filipina Languages: English Height: 5'2" Shoe Size: 7.5 In the meantime, you may worship her photos...

One of my fantasies is having the gimp mask on and being pegged and spit roasted in front of a crowd of people.

In your hand is a flier to the next buzz in town. A traveling show for The She Devil. In the front, hundreds of people are hoping to get a chance to see this one-night extravaganza. Peeping around, you notice a door slightly ajar. “My ticket into the show...”, smiling cheekily. __________________________ An empty hallway stretches out, dim and still. The show won’t begin for an hour, plenty of time to explore, but dangerous enough to make your pulse quicken. A door at the end beckons. You step inside. The dressing room feels like trespassing into a shrine. Mannequins wear sparkling lingerie and feathered boas that drip off their shoulders like smoke. Jewels catch the light, throwing shards of color across the walls. Amid the decadence sits a small table, almost mundane—except for what rests upon it: a collection of crops, canes, and whips. “Do you like them?” The voice freezes you. You whirl, and there she is, She Devil. Every inch of her radiates command, the air charged with her presence. Her smile is molten; her stride deliberate. With each step closer, your knees weaken until you collapse before her without realizing it. I’ve been wanting to try a new act,” she purrs, eyes glittering with intent. “And you, darling, seem like the perfect specimen. What do you say? Interested?” Your mouth goes dry. She hovers above, a predator circling her prey. “You don’t look so hot, baby.” Her tone softens, but the intensity in her eye does not break. “Take a seat. I’ll fetch you something to drink.” She slips from the room, leaving you trembling in humiliation. Why hadn’t she called security? Why hadn’t she screamed for help? When she returns, it’s with a single glass of water. “Here, sugar. Drink up.” You obey. The cool liquid slides down your throat, and in seconds the glass is empty. But her expression—her smile, now sharp as a blade—stabs you with dread. “Any second now…” she whispers. The world tilts. Then blackness. ———————————————— “Wake up, baby. It’s showtime!” You struggle, but the weight of your predicament becomes clear: naked, gagged, trapped in a pillory at center stage. The roar of the audience drums in your ears. “Escape is futile.” Her voice cracks like a whip—followed by one, slicing across your flesh in a blaze of pain. The crowd gasps. She Devil turns to them, triumphant. “This culprit thought it wise to sneak into my dressing room. But I’ve found the perfect punishment.” She scans the crowd, smirking. “Let me burn this into your memory forever.” Her gaze locks on you, eyes alight with cruel delight. “Good luck.”, a sharp crack rings out. She leans in close. “I don’t think they’ve heard you yet, sugar. Speak up.” Another lash, this one forcing a muffled cry from behind your gag. The crowd howls with delight. She Devil steps close once more, gripping your chin so you have no choice but to meet her eyes. The theater falls into silence, every soul hanging on her next words. “You should know better next time, Pet.” she purrs, voice low and dangerous, eyes scanning yours. “Punishments must be served.”

I’ve been sitting with this one, Karl. You talk about submission like it’s a bad habit, almost like an addiction you wish you could quit. And you seem to think that women like me are simply tolerating it. “Catering,” as you put it. Have you considered that those urges aren’t flaws at all? That those very same desires might make you irresistible to women with dominant orientations? Not just tolerated, but treasured. We’re not as squeamish as you think.

Hello Pet, Here is a list for you: * Continuously adding weights to your c&b, enduring the pull and squeeze as it piles on. * Electro-sex sounds and butt plugs…need I say more? * Needle play. Fear and pain go hand in hand, but beautiful none the less. That last option is a new experiment of mine. The body is a vast empty canvass and I am looking to paint a mural.

Mistress Dalisay: Your story reminded me of my own personal reasons for enjoying pain. I have a sadistic streak where I particularly enjoy watching the change in someone's eyes during pain when they might run emotionally from tolerance to defiance to fear to pleading. I've found that it mirrors my masochistic desires as well - I want to get to the a level of pain where I am in an emotional state of fear and pleading, but it isn't easy- it takes quite alot of pain to get there and I usually start in a state of defiance or tolerance as we warm up and the pain begins to build. I like many variations and intensities but I also like exploring new and interesting ways to experience pain as well! I like all the 'standard' methods and locations (caning, paddling, impact, electricity, wax; feet, legs, ass, balls) but I'm curious... What ways are your favorite ways to inflict pain? What are some ways to inflict pain you don't get the opportunity to try (or rarely get to try) that you want to do more of?

Haha.. 😈😈 I know where this is going.. am browsing how to protect them 😂😂 (without success).. well.. Have got my fair share of it whenever I offered my balls to the Domme to play with 😂😂

How hard can we slap them?

Had an amazing session with Mistress Dalisay last Tuesday! She's an amazing Mistress, and I got to experience some new things for the first time, and I learned a bit more about my pain limits! I usually exclude a lot of pain from my sessions, but this time I requested Flogging, and Mistress Dalisay definitely delivered. The main focus of the session was feminization and I had the pleasure of dressing up and entertaining Mistress with some (poor) dancing and some static shocking haha. I definitely need to try to return to the fortress again sometime soon to see her again!

Yes.. I can imagine it Mistress 😃 Never tried kicking though except light ones.. but my reaction to the slaps and squeezes is mostly involuntarily laughing out loud which amuses the Domme and inspires her to do it again and again to hear me laughing out loud again in pain 😃

You don’t get it. Try “ow.”

Baby, I don’t think you could disappoint me. Sometimes, I don’t even know what I want or what I’m capable of. You are the subject who will help me understand myself better and I want you to have as much fun as I will! Will it be funny if you can’t walk? OF COURSE! However, I’d much rather you be conscious.

I feel like you made it a challenge now 🥺 and I don't wanna disappoint you, that's why it's hard to use your safe words 🥵 maybe an extra hour will help you decide where it stands or if I don't 🖤 hehe

You know I can play nice. You also know your safe words. If anything, we can put aside some time to get some feeling back into your legs 😛

Yes!! I am not into getting my balls kicked but am a fan of ball slapping 😃 and for me, nothing better than the thrill of a Domme holding me by my balls and dragging me around, squeezing and slapping them 😍