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Certain "accoutrement" of one's acquired tastes can rise to wonderfully desire-inducing heights. I love having and learning from these. What's in your toy bag??? https://www.etsy.com/listing/185924511/big-beaver-tail-paddle-with-blue-handle?ref=shop_home_active_15 Never thought I'd be able to handle this. Quick and over-whelming PAIN-STING into assured leg-trembling, limits-surpassing, stars-seeing next century. Been taken past out-of-body tears, comforted at length, then heard "Now thank Me." https://www.etsy.com/listing/231259592/bdsm-leather-discipline-strap-spanking Such a beauty. Fell in love after MAZ taught the virtues of her well-warn doubled-over belt. https://www.aswgt.com/s005.html Don't be fooled, Lil'Brother is fear inducing. So versatile, once you have a Lil'Brother you'll wonder how you got by without one. https://www.etsy.com/listing/553907176/leather-whip-bdsm-whip-one-tailed-whip?ref=shop_home_active_12 Waiting for this beauty to arrive. https://www.thelondontanners.com/shop/reformatory-paddle/ Mistress will go wild for this giant piece of shoe leather. Serious markings. https://www.aswgt.com/p001-p005.html Pocket paddle with holes! Yummy

Then vs. Now, what a memory blast. Speaking of Angel Stern's, does anyone remember the bewitching, beautiful and slender Mistress Cassandra from Angel Stern's????

Yes! Definitely suggest changing the wording.

Hi dear Mistress Shankar, Me too! Looooove h u m i l i a t i o n My love for humiliation was being taught before I even realized it. As in "mistresses, then and now" topic, i was trained by a neighbor in very well explained stages; 1) service, 2) corporal, 3) obedience, and then, 4) finally, humiliation. Every session was a peek-a-boo into the next: "if you provide me good service, clean well in your session, I may strip you next time and do have you do it naked". Next time, "I want you to clean very well over here by the windows. If you do a good job, next week, I'll show you how I want you to tie your cock and balls up before you come here with this leather shoe lace." Next time: "Oh, what a nice deep purple your balls have become, put down that duster and come to the linoleum and I'll teach you how I want you to clean up my pee off the floor." I don't forget these, they were so wonderful; - suck up a little pee through panties, next pee on the back of the head forehead to floor bigger and bigger pees to clean up on all fours to spit in toilet. Finally pee in mouth, spitting, then finally swallowing, then ever-lengthening foot service trainnings . Maybe six weeks of that, late Spring. 2) corporal - as we progressed, wonderful neighbor Allison would start to tease me about corporal. "I'm surprised that you've done as well as you have. I may consider you for corporal training. But you'll have to write out your session contract each time. Go and buy a very nice locking leather collar. If you do well in corporal I'll consider allowing you to wear it here. I was starting to learn that each next session tease was a wonderful next step in humiliation training. I started to love the tease so much. 3) obedience - my heart started pounding, every and always for obedience. After weeks and weeks of corporal, not my best class, I was taught obedience, listening to how She wanted to use me. The greater the humiliation she could feel from me, the more she'd hone in. "I think I'd like to see you whipped by my friend". My heart was pounding. "Yes, I want you to take the best strapping and whipping from her. I'll drop you off, but you'll be on your own. " I'd never really been whipped. "Yes, take an obedient thrashing, she's pretty cruel, and then, if you do well enough, we'll do it again but I want her to see how you drink my pee". Life was never the same. The other major obedience was she called a gay friend in the building and sent me up, telling him, to come back with his cum in your mouth. I was to obey how to ring at the exact time, get buzzed in, enter, disrobe, and "fashion yourself as I said." This meant tying myself up securely wrists to ankles so Allison could tie the last knots away from my hands. She leave the door ajar and when she heard the elevator, she's lay a giant wallop on me. "They all know what I do....". 4) what I came to L O V E about humiliation was the threatening and teasing of it. "I think, if you're good, I want to show you off to my girl friends", some threat of public humiliation, particularly if Allison had trained me to do it and gotten me to where I wanted to please her. That's my humiliation ignition!

Lovely heart-centric, so waaaay on point, question MJS! So right, so personal. Such a lovely Mistress introduction to the topic. Love Love is the is the true sub's trigger, and sub's submissive nature regarding the relationship. If Mistress and sub connect at the lovelevel for sub ..... NOTHING ELSE MATTERS If it's not at the lovelevel, and just at sub's mind level, anything could be anybody's trigger. Voice trigger. Smell trigger. Physical presence trigger. Foot trigger. Drool in mouth trigger. Toys and implements are a trigger - particularly mine. And why? I was going to say submissive just IS. A trigger JUST IS! No reasons. No words. Or, maybe reasons are discovered. A unworthy sub would come up with a reason and stupidly cling to a reason for a trigger. The quicker they see their precious trigger story for what it is, the faster they can advance. I could probably knock out 5 Mistress-sub humiliation delicious screenplays for you in a day re: "Particular words, phrases, dynamics, scenarios, roles that ignite you?" I think you'd love them! Thank you. Lovely introduction to the topic, a beautiful Mistress' desire to know.

Dear Mistress Kang, Thank you for the touch on the head. Oh, were that I could transform that into all manner of the sweetest threats, and actual delicious debasements and humiliations, private and public! L

Ha ha ha ha ha dear Mistress Sophia, let you know how it works out for me? I'll tell you how it's worked out for me, a blistered red purple sore ass! But heights to which I'd never been taken. Just pain and force aren't the Mistress' art for me, psychologically loving Mistress to the degree of craving Her seductive partnership and thrashings to greater extremes is. I thought those days were over for me. I've never had my legs quake and give out as they did with this beautiful paddle. I've never had to be tied, I was tied tightly, unable to move. I'd never not been allowed to scream. Not screaming is a new breath-taking out-of-body domain. I'd never left my body, i did. That's how it was. Leatherthorn makes beautiful things, highly recommended. L

Well, OK Mistress AZ, Erin, I think, was true sorceress. Was there ever a time in your life when, to your best friend, you didn’t have to even speak? That a glance could say sentences. That those sentences could with-a-smile-smerk-shrug-intension-moment, wink …could…become…say entire paragraphs? So many times, I thought, lengthy words had been spoken with Erin and I, then, SNAP, into focus, “gees, I think Erin was actually silent, that she jumped inside my head took my brain microphone. She said… “Lie down sweet man, we’ll dance, dance in the delight of my ..loving… warm …wet gift …..”. Wha? Huh? WTF? Jesus Ferkin’ Christ, WHAT JUST HAPPENED?????” Dunno. Just one of many many many times. Do know, Erin'sPalate Training with me became an art form. L

I get it, and at the risk of being a bdsm Debbie Downer, my fantasies just don't take me past the realities of the FF Beauties and what they've created. L

Well, OK then lovely MVD, I was a totally blithering 20-something bdsm babe in the woods. What’s worth telling, and worth reading I hope is, more about remarkable first Mistress Erin Young Mistress Erin was so facile and lavishing with ideas, so I’ll-be-playing-dolls-with-you-confident, and her leaving so devastating, it took me years to recover, and to grow into my own without her. Sweet little Erin was all about her own inner knowing seduction. She must have played Mistress by ear out of the womb. She was The Natural; a strap-wielding, switch-hitting, heart-stealing, Pied Piper lightness-of-being sexual improv savant. It was just in her, it was who she was, and yet so sweet. Erin was so inventive and coaxing, “you can do that for me can’t you”, with lots of encouraging face to face touches. I didn’t know what I had. After loosing her, it took me years, years, to ask for what she invented on the fly. After Erin, I was both blessed and tortured, way too spoiled to want less, and still way too inept to find my own way. Skinny eye-candy perky breasted Erin was deliciously inventive, heart poundiogly beautiful. My first visit, was lunch time. Erin was drinking a Coke, eating and talking in our initial consultation, dropped her sandwich on the floor, squished her feet in it, and just said nicely “clean my feet”. My first time idiot me looked for paper towels. “No, learn to clean my feet with your mouth”. Erin offered sweet instruction, telling me what and how and why, while I fumbled, but soon performed for her. She progressed me in lightening flashes, walking me through each step in real time, telling me how to awaken to, how be internally attentive of, and how grow emotionally with, the tsunami subservient impulses she'd aroused in me. “What is this???” Mistress Erin asked. “Well, hmmm, my ass?” I answered. “No, it’s now my ass, and I’m going to awaken you to the wonders of it.” With each tickle, nail scrape, tease ’n denial, slap, strap, finger, clinch and ever more open and desirous release, Erin taught master class in vulnerable, subserviant pleasing her. WHACK! A vicious, painful slapper right on my netherring. Goddamnit that HURT LIKE HELL, a sting I can still remember. “Very good. Very very good!” “I want you to open and open and open more for me in all ways, and embrace and long for what I bring.” If Erin’s teachings had a central tenet, that was it; show her how longingly I could desire her training, and then remain hyper aware of her Mistressly painful gifts. Often the softest touches and nails would precede the most brutal strokes. At least once a session, she'd hug me and whisper, her mouth touching my ear "really concentrate and take this without a sound for me, you can do that can't you? I know you can". Beautiful private rewards could follow. “You must be very clean, inside and out”, Erin said, bent me over, put an enema nozzle in me, and warned “next time I’ll be putting food here which you'll warm and eat for me.” And did, with a frequently used pastry tube. I was instructed to buy and soften a long leather shoelace, and shown how my balls should be tied, then separated, with cock stretched and secured over them, before arriving. “The bluer the better” she’s say. Again, first session, a simple eye and hand gesture, had me on the floor, open mouthed. Erin 3/4’s filled my mouth, then trained me with different implements, a little swallow after each round. At our wonderful talkings at session’s end, “have you been GS-trained before?” “This is my first time” I said. “How was it?” “Your pee was actually sweet.” “Oh, that must have been the Coke” she laughed. Subsequently Erin invented Palate Training. In consultation, Erin would pee in my mouth, then send me out for food and wine before the session. When I came back, I was shown 4 things that she might have drunk before the pee. I would have to guess, and be variously thrashed 4 times, but finally told how right or wrong I was. One learns and gets better over time. Mistress Erin disappeared. My fumbling recovery was probably a decade.

Hi dear Head Mistress Jessy Kang, Lovely nudge. I just bought The Big Beaver https://www.etsy.com/market/thorn_beaver . Fantastically awesome. Love it. Unbelievably quality feel in the hand. Perhaps to be discussed in private. L

A delicious olive sweetielatina Mistress Erin me thinks. At Mistress' Eva Something, next to the old Fat Tuesday's on 17th St. 20something-ish, the old Screwed magazine. I was a petrified babe. She was wonderful. Memorably slooowly seducingly touchingly nailsonballsingly whisperingly corporal-trainingly moldingme tease'ndenialingme droolonfacingly then hand signaled so sweetly for open mouth nectar filling. Made me kneel up and hold it. "See these???", 5 or six different implements. "You're good". "I'm might keep you." "I'm going to train you." "Can you show me that you're worthy?" Yes!!! Yes!!! "I want to see how well you can take each implement training, so I know how to improve you. After each one, drink a little of me so you can remember. Don't finish before I do!"

Glad to please, MJK! This was the strap that was used on me that time, https://www.thelondontanners.com/shop/reformatory-paddle/. I went out and ordered one right after that. It used to come in the most gorgeous tan. it was a fearsome thing! Took me many sessions before I had the balls to bring it along and show Mistress. Mistress signed it with the number of strokes, first time in use on me. I'd used a thin pyro-pen to burn in Her markings. Later She taught other Mistresses to use it on me. They'd also sign & number etc.. Over time I softened it into a flexible strap. It was a thing of beauty to tremble before. Gave it to Mistress. Don't regret that, but thought about it and getting another often. L

Hi Mistress Kang, Eons ago I had gotten an ass thrashing from a soon-to-be-beloved Mistress with a gorgeous leather strap. Still very memorable. Very! Harsher from the start than I had ever known. And rapid fire! Mistress was so skillful in ever-so-slightly moving location that I found that I could not only take it, I asked for more in lots of 10's, then I asked for them from the other side to even my out. I felt it for a good week. Then I forgot. In showering at a fancy men's club, a buddy called out "what the fuck happened to you???" "What do you mean?" "THAT!" I'd completely forgotten. "Oh, shit, I fell off my motorcycle, I'd completely forgotten." "How'd you hit both sides?" "I was sliding on one side, felt it burning, then rolled to the other." I got by with that quick think lie.

Gymnastics - trampoline!

"Sometimes words just don't do justice" Mistress Alexia Zito said to me, starting our session. What a perfect place to start off. We shared wordless words, then words, then visitations and open-hearted sharings. I just had my birthday bash with the divine Mistress Alexia Zito. She dismantled my sense of body and self, casting them into the great beyond for post-session garbage collection and reconstitution later. Period. In quasi sleep after, I was simply a discombobulated mash-up of burning pains and pleasures. My back seemed to be in a quivering heap yards away. My ass is on fire over there. I'd never been strapped and paddled THERE, tain't & opening, and relentlessly. Fires raged in all manner of strewn body parts. Still do. Mistress' first love is corporal. Just ask Her. She wanted me subservient, and I offered up myself as Her willing foot worshiping, whip, strap, paddle and pain-slut. The more I submitted and opened, the more I could feel the sting, prodding and stretching of Her encouragement, and seduction for even more from me in her relentless strikes. I loved the final feeling of full submission to Her. Humiliation training is an essential. Often Mistress will muse about She and Her Friends using me in public. I kneel and open just by the proper look, or finger snap. Wish choice. I'd be there again today if I could. L

Hi Mistress Zito, So sorry that I didn't see this earlier. I love that you're interested and asked. Lovely. Yes, integral and enhancing to a session is thinking, imagining, making notes that I actually take, preparing, planning and packing. I've pretty much only been in long-term FemDom relationships, even when blessed with long-term, allowing girl friends. At the get go, it took me eons to start to come out and be who I am and who I wanted to be. Gratitude to those that taught so wonderfully. I know how I need to make near immediate emotional re-connection, so no planning there. Other deeper, truer connections and expressions that I wish for takes thought and time. I do like dice games, and that can take some planning and a number chart. I like lots of striking implements; paddles, straps, slappers, laid out. For a long time I feared whips. Usually I'd bring my own things too. The roll can be for the implement, then strokes, or for a task or humiliation. More later. Gotta go!!

WOW! What a great question! I so hope other Mistresses share. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Dear Mistress Sophia Katz, "Asterix and Cleopatra" is actually pretty hot. How old were you, please? And, in "the delighting at how everyone both feared and revered Cleopatra", did those delightings take on darker or sexual feelings and thoughts. I'd love to know what you felt and understood at the time, and what realizations grew. Many thanks, L

Oh Ma GA!!!!!! Just WINGED this AM and how lucky for me to be Mistress' first. Fly fly FLY wonderful Mistress, in the delicious darkness you create be a beloved Light-being! How perfectly lovely for you to ask. Connection to Mistress is everything for me. I connect and stay. Long ago, when having to look, I learned, for me, servicing Mistress' feet and toes first thing brought me connection and put me in a hot, ready & willing, subservient mood. Later when a relationship had been established, I learned for me to ask Mistress' permission to switch roles, I'd be Her talking to me. This could get me incredibly hot, and opens a great communication space. Being able to communicate that clearly for me was so empowering and blissfully satisfying. Sometimes I'd get so hot, I'd have to stop speaking immediately and beg for my ass to be blistered non-stop red, just to cool me off. "No, MORE! Don't stop dear Mistress, keep strapping and paddling me!" Every happiness to you! L

There are some really open-hearted sharings here. Thanks. The "coming to grips with my feelings" has been so very well stated, I'll just say was also hot and bothered for years before my first in my late 20's. And it took me years to start to open up in sessions. Wow, kind of tough to look back, but that was who I was, and what needed to go through. Imagine it started at 8 yrs. old. I saw this carrot and epiphany came, wouldn't it be nice to put the carrot in hot water, and slowly slip it my butt. Ha ha haha. Cracks me up. True.

The Story of O drove me wild with desires for 20 years. I found it when I was in college.

This is a wonderful question, worthy of thought and consideration. Joseph Campbell was a great teacher of Jung. To be precised, I'd have to go refamiliarize myself. Not going to do that. My question is, since as a societal standard BDSM is considered "dark" and within the realm of the collective shadow, how many of you consider it to be a part of your own shadows and how many of you do not? >>> Some of the greatest comfort and beauty that I've felt as an expressive human being is when I'm open about what bdsm I like. That's all I have right now. What has embracing the shadow element done for you in your life, do you feel more cohesive as a person, more sane? >>>>> Difficult to say, or compare vs. a different imagined life in which bdsm feelings and actions would be "stuffed". It's made me a more independent thinker. That has taken me to the most beautiful meditative, path-finding places. What else would you say is in your shadow aspect, if you're willing to share? >>>>> I don't necessarily equate bdsm with shadow. I think a prediliction to bdsm or anything, almost, can be related to a DNA roll of your neural dice. Great topic and question. Thanks for asking. L

Hmmmmmm some delicacy perhaps called for. Such yucky creative experiences were with a marvelous and much loved girlfriend, it involved wonderful messy but tasty leftovers, or favorite desserts, or seseme noodles, or buffet concoction, a pastry bag, put in places where she could keep them warm, a nappy and a keyholder shopping spree. If she'd found delights, and I'd done well, there was surely a nice session long anticipated, and I do mean breathlessly heart pounding anticipated session coming with paddles, straps, floggers, what was my first real whipping, wine throughout and .......If I took it all, eventually .......warm hors d'oeuvres.