Musings & Reviews
Mistress, thank you for another incredible session. After probably 60-70 previous sessions these last 2 were far and away the best. I have always considered myself more of a fetish/fantasy player, not submissive. But I have always wanted to find a Mistress who would push my limits. You have done that beyond expectations.
Besides being incredibly attractive you seem to know exactly what I’m looking for in a session. Without going into details, you had me do things I never thought I would. I cannot wait until your next visit and hope (Boston) becomes a regular stop for you.
Oscar Wilde rented rooms in East London ostensibly to write undisturbed. Really he was immersing himself in a gay underworld. Feasting with panthers is what he called his indulgences.
Last Sunday we feasted with panthers. Sleek sinewy panther is a perfect image of You.
It can never come quickly enough, the initial moment I serve you as your chauffeur and pick you up. You look so amazingly beautiful and powerful! I wait to kiss the hand that feeds my addiction to BDSM. i need to wear your collar to make my place in your life complete. Your bondage and tortures are so exquisite, i love it! As you tortured me your sadistic laugh made me surrender to You deeper. i feel so helpless and subservient. i loved kissing and worshipping your boots as You tortured me. The latex body bag was amazing! i loved you smothering me with your hand, it made it feel uneasy and helpless being in the very tight, hot bondage. At the end of the evening you had e give you a foot rub. You made me feel like that’s where I belong, by your side, at your feet, as your slave. Thank you, Goddess, for the reward of being your slave and the treat of your champagne. I crave the helplessness, the surrender. You have a way of making me feel like I should always be with You as Your subservient sufferer.
I loved serving You. It was probably the best session of my life. you are even hotter in person than I had hoped for. I hope to see you again in the near future.
For the whole day today I was still blown away by the rhythm of our play and the levels you have taken me. It is the kind of play I was looking for for a long time, testing boundaries, experiencing new variations, and most important serving a stunning and creative Mistress. The two times we have played so far I always wished that the sessions would never end.
When Medieval cartographers were charting the seas for wayfaring vessels to navigate by and got to the edges of known existence they would draw icons to communicate a sense of fear and awe that translate as, “THIS WAY THERE BE DRAGONS!”
As always Mistress Alexandra Sadista ushers me into the dungeon with a warm greeting and a smile of anticipation. I bow to Her feet and kiss Her black stiletto platform boots. Two pecks each. Once I have disrobed Mistress is ready to play Her rhapsody of pain and degradation upon My submissive form.
What could be a finer means to blaspheme than to mock crucifixion on Sunday morning? Wrapping my arms to a bamboo pole that extend across my shoulders with plastic wrap, Mistress secures them to a higher beam holding me upright and helpless. High pressure loo[ ended clamps are snapped onto my exposed nipples, elastic rubber band is wound about my genitals and lead through the loops on the clamps, and then pulled tightly back to the balls. Mistress Alexandra presents Her arm pits for me to inhale their sharp, pungent scent as well as Her feet to my face for my mouth to worship Her beautiful boots. To complete this passage of O/our scene one of Mistress’ high cut street boots is tied like a mask over my face, reducing my identity to that of a shoe.
Enemas can be used as a cleansing ritual or, as my Mistress was wont that day, a means for experimentation. With me as Her specimen my bowels were subjected to mounting concoctions of various ingredients: still water, soda water, jalapeño juice, and eventually Ms Alexandra’s very piss! Inserting the hose of the enema bag up my rectum, I was made to endure copious amounts of liquids filling me up beyond the point of retention! Holding my sphincter tightly, ever so tight, Mistress escorted me, ever so slowly, to the bathroom savoring my enormous discomfort and desperation. and then blocking the front of the toilet to keep me squirming deliriously, ridiculously, before allowing me access.
As my tormentor, Mistress applied this same routine four times with the last one including the insertion of a banana, and every time Her pleasure in holding me from my release showed more and more jubilantly on Her face. There was glee in Her voice. This was Her fun.
For O/our finale it was decided that I shouldn’t be let to leave without being significantly marked; a physical reminder of O/our time. A signature. Arms tied behind my back, gagged, blindfolded, I was bent over the bondage table, ass in the air, to await an impending flogging as Mistress collected Her tools. Agreeing on five strokes per implement (I had a choice?) it turns out that would be five strokes per buttock, and that every cane, strap and whip would require a “warming up” period of an undetermined number of strikes.
And STRIKE my Mistress did! With biting rounds that left my ass and thighs red, welted,… striped. Several days later these bloomed to full, deep purple bruises that remain tender.
With Her suite of tortures complete Mistress Alexandra seemed satisfied that I was going to leave fully affected inside and out, knowing I would only crave more. In parting I left as I had greeted Mistress, at Her feet with my lips under Her boots. DRAGONS.
i had a wonderful time last week suffering for You, and learning how to serve You. The more i spend time with You, the more devotion I feel towards you. In a way, this is the lifelong dream i have dreamed about! The more we play, the deeper i fall into your spell.
As for the suffering and torture… Well, You’re just the best! You clamped and crushed my balls and electrocuted them! Ouch! You were so happy, Your laugh, smile, just the sound in your voice made me feel the elation you were feeling. THEN! The staple gun! It is so hard for me to say no to you. i was terrified. You told me me how much it turns you on, and it turns me on too! Then you let me lick and kiss your latex clad hand, what a turn on! Your hands, fingers, nails are one of my favorite fetishes!
You have a way of making me feel so helpless. Just like when you caned me. i love when you break me down to feel helpless, vulnerable, and cry for You. Then reprogram me to love and cherish You. i need to be controlled, manipulated, and brainwashed for Your pleasure. It is my calling!
The first thing to remember is She had my scrotum. Her sharpened fingernails dug into the underside of my balls as I was lead through the dungeon. Palming my privates She kept me in step, lifting me to my toes to enforce Her pace and Her will. This is how I was escorted by Mistress Alexandra toward O/our afternoon’s Theatre of Sadism.
As Mistress bound and shackled me to a fixture on the wall Her firm, strong body pressed into mine. Working to secure Her belt, Her dark, raven hair brushed my face making me dizzy as I took in a waft of Her scent. Teasingly, She asks,.”How do I smell”? Ethereal; seeming to belong to another world. She smelled ethereal.
I ask, what’s a Mistress to do when her slave du jour fails to perform as a proper specimen for her devious experiments? A failure thrice over, yet.
– An amusing, bubbly champagne enema? Unable to retain.
– A fiery, hot sauce anal hook? Too pussy to maintain.
Two strikes earned me a strong and stern flogging peppered with stinging spanks. My howls of pain only enlivened the flames dancing behind my Mistress’ eyes.
My chance at redemption came in the form of hot, molten candle wax poured on my genitals, encasing them in a hardened shell. Or that would have been the outcome if I hadn’t brought things to a halt by throwing down the safe word…Again.
Again. Again I’d disappointed Mistress by spoiling Her carefully considered plans for my endless suffering. After my ass whoppin’ you’d think I would be nothing if not all kinds of obedient. But my weakness only lead to a humiliating penance.
Sodomy is a particularly personal means of dominance. In the heterosexual world, a socially repugnant act of invasive aggression. Mistress Alexandra held me down with Her full weight on the back of my legs while I was laid out, face down on the bondage bed. The thrusts of Her cock into My anus were Her statement of ownership and control. “Learn your place, obey Me with absolute devotion, or suffer the consequences”, would be my lesson. In any case, Mistress let me know who owned this ass.
Days later my ass is still reminding me of the lessons learned that day. I’m sure Mistress has plenty more to teach on my next visit.
i just wanted to say thank You! i had a wonderful time playing with You on Saturday. It was a pleasure like no other. my years of honing my desires with respect to the fetish/BDSM lifestyle brought me to You. i enjoyed everything from your alluring beauty to your sadistic style. The toilet experience that I had with You has definitely increased my desire to want to consume more. I look forward to our next encounter and what You have in store for me then. You have a new loyal toilet in xxxxxxx.
Thank you for a wonderful and absolutely amazing session, especially for the first meeting. I am completely wired and I thank you. You are a stunning, and exceptionally energetic experience creator.
A picnic within a dungeon would be a particularly odd choice if not for the fact that we, Mistress Alexandra Sadista and myself, were celebrating Hallowe’en and Mistress’ birthday on a date somewhere between the two. In which case, this may have been the last bit of sense to be made of that afternoon.
Laying out a plastic sheet as a blanket on the dungeon floor to set our picnic upon, Mistress Alexandra was eager and excited that her birthday week had begun! Placing two paper plates down on the sheet, one for each of us, she asked where had I put the cake? Um, cake? I was bringing a cake? I had some candles, but no cake.”What good are birthday candles without a cake to put them on?”, she asked (her tone quite dour). Explaining that a cake had never been mentioned was the equivalent of hanging a sign around my neck stating,”Stupid lives here”, with an arrow pointing to my head. Angrily she accuses me of earlier wasting time jerking off when I should have been more concerned with HER cake! Mistress hastily undoes my belt and strips down my pants to display exactly where my deficit lay- my brains were in my dick. Naturally, I would have to suffer for such an erroneous male failing. If I had any objections they were not to be heard. With my clothes fully off she stuffed my own socks into my mouth and swiftly duct taped them in, winding the tape about my head several times. After blindfolding me Mistress changed clothes, donning a shiny, black patent leather corset with matching uniform cap, black, thigh high stiletto boots and a red latex thong. Her business clothes. Time to go to work… on me!
For the next two and a half hours I was made to endure the wrathful ministrations of a dominatrix whose only forgiveness lie in my repentant, physical suffering. My ass was struck, striped and welted while I was bent over the bondage table. Starting with Mistress’ hands in a rapid cascade of slaps, and moving on to several instruments that left stinging reminders for days. An abstract assortment of red and purple bruises, blotches and sharp lines were carved into my buttocks. My muffled yelps and yowls were to be given full volume after Mistress Alexandra removed the duct tape from over my mouth and head. There is no mercy with this adhesive. It was torn from my skin in starts and stops. A slow pull and then abrupt yank. And again until it was off. With an ample amount of hair, I’m sure. This was of the utmost amusement to Mistress. Oh, so much fun to watch me flinch and grimace…
GOD DAMN IT! She got me. God dammit, she got me good! I ask, what kind of cunning, vile mind comes up with this shit! An extraordinary one, I assure you.
Your handiwork is blooming in full Technicolor plum purples and deep prune. Where as this morning presented more scarlet splotching. Every so often, over the course of my day, I would experience a quick twinge of pain from them or a brief, numb, ache. I sense you smiling.
I wanted to thank you again for Thursday evening. You helped ease me into my first session with a ProDomme, while still managing to push my boundaries within my limits. I have to admit I was quite nervous beforehand, not knowing exactly what to expect. This is something that causes me great anxiety, and one of the reason why I have a hard time going out to larger social events to meet new people. But it didn’t take long for me to feel at ease in sub space, kneeling at your feet. It felt where I belonged, able to simply be myself without the usual mask I have to wear to blend into society. The entire experience was highly enjoyable and felt very therapeutic for me. Submission is a natural aspect of myself, and one I truly enjoy being able to explore and share with others. For as long as I can remember, I have always viewed Women as deserving admiration and worship. I’m glad I was able to share this positive experience with you, and I hope to have a session again in the future.
Right up front, i am honored to have been Your choice to fulfill a personal perversity and happy i was up to the physical challenges. You seemed very proud and pleased in making me Your “Vase a la Sphincter”. i truly appreciate the thought and time You spent on this. Your humiliations are eeevilly and gleefully played out and i pray to be useful in more of Your cruel and beauteous visions.
You’ll be happy to know all of Your lovely marks are blooming quite nicely and making me wince at every seating. my birthday was several weeks ago and i consider myself fully spanked and caned in celebration thereof. Wow, You sure enjoyed filling me up to my limit with that enema. The nozzle being inserted, and my bowels and intestines expanding and bloating while You look upon my increasing discomfort is a humiliation i am happy to endure as i see You smile at my helplessness.
I expressed this before we parted, my love of our time together Wednesday could not have been more optimally shocking, unexpected and desirable. Certainly, being a man, i have perused other Mistresses web sites. This having been our third session i can definitely say You are a Domme of singular variety. You define You and all others are riding coach. YOU are it!!
i have served my incredible and beautiful Goddess, Mistress Alexandra Sadista, for a couple years. During that time, She has guided my training as Her toilet. Our mutual goal has been for me to become Her fully consuming toilet, taking in all Her divine wastes. As she puts it, “you are My toilet to use as I see fit.” She is my Goddess and it is my ultimate way of worshiping Her, showing my complete submission and devotion to Her. i have had my successes and failures. She has sternly pushed me to become a better toilet for Her.
Prior to my most recent service, She firmly advised me that i would receive “a generous, proper feeding.” She instructed me “Be prepared! I will have a full meal ready for you, My toilet, and you must clean your plate otherwise you cannot leave the table. Every little morsel. I won’t take no for an answer!” i agreed to bring a plate, knife and fork to help me with my task. With great nervousness but also great determination to achieve my goal and please my Goddess, i arrived at Her door.
When She opened the door, She was amazingly beautiful as always, luxurious dark hair, flawless olive toned skin and a wicked smile. i knelt down and kissed each of Her boots. As i met Her stern gaze, She asked “Are you ready today, My toilet? Are you hungry for a full meal?” i mumbled “Yes, Mistress,” trying to sound confident. She replied, “Good, you better be! Don’t disappoint Me, toilet!”. She then proceeded to tie up my cock and balls and commanded me to put on a diaper. Next, She sat down, instructed me to lie over Her lap and pulled down my diaper and gave me many hard spankings, each one stinging smartly and each one harder than the other. She warned me, “Remember, there will be much harder spankings if you do not clean your plate today! I might have to use a harsher implement as well!” i mumbled “Yes, Mistress,” knowing She was serious. When She was satisfied with the redness of my bottom, She announced, “It is time for your meal, toilet! I am ready to use you. Assume your proper toilet position!”. She then slipped off Her underwear and sat above me on Her toilet throne. Entranced, i gazed admiringly up at Her feminine flower and Her beautiful rosebud framed by a perfectly shaped muscular derriere, aware that i would soon be receiving my fresh drink and meal directly from my Goddess. i waited with nervous anticipation. She then commanded “Open your mouth, toilet, I am ready to give you My golden!” i obeyed and my mouth was filled to the brim with heavy streams of Her delicious golden piss. She commanded “Keep your mouth open and drink every drop, toilet!” as i gulped vigorously. She fully emptied Her bladder into my toilet mouth, then told me to “ keep your mouth wide open, toilet!” i was mesmerized by the glorious sight of Her beautiful rosebud puckering and Her brown slowly emerging. As She had warned me, several firm brown caviar logs came out of Her one by one and landed in my mouth. But they were too big to swallow and fell to the side. She stood up, looked down and saw that they were beside me. She mischievously smiled while observing, “That is quite a large load! you have a big meal today, toilet!” She then ordered me to sit up. She handed me the plate, knife and fork i had brought with me that day. She placed all Her brown logs on the plat, handed me the knife and fork, then sat down in front of me and looked directly into my eyes to remind me of my task. “It’s time to for you to eat, toilet. Now be a good toilet and clean your plate. Every morsel. If you do not completely clean your plate, you will be severely punished!” i gradually ate my meal, piece by piece, chewing and swallowing every bite. Each piece was still warm and fresh, firm but still moist and chewy. The taste was strong and bitter but also delicious since it was Her divine waste. As i did so, She looked into my eyes and firmly encouraged me with Her words. i eventually finished all the logs, a full load. She smiled and said “Wonderful, toilet! But, you’re not quite done yet. Here, let Me help you.” She drooled a large serving of spit onto the plate and mixed it with Her remaining brown. She then said, “There you go. Now finish cleaning your plate, toilet. Eat every little bit. I want the plate spotless.” As She ordered, i licked it completely clean and spotless to Her satisfaction. Still not satisfied, She inspected the knife and fork, noticed some of Her brown still clinging to them and commented, “Oh, these aren’t quite clean yet toilet! Lick them clean too!” Soon, i had licked these spotless too. She inspected the utensils, flashed Her wicked smile again, patted me on the head and said “Good job, toilet!” She then gave me a chance to clean off in the shower.
When i emerged again, She told me it was time for my reward. She inserted a butt plug in my ass. Then, She lay down and gave me the honor of massaging Her gorgeous feet and legs. Her long lithe legs and petite feet are as perfectly shaped as Her Goddess bottom and it was a delight to serve Her in this way. i was also rewarded with the sight of Her amazingly beautiful derriere as i massaged Her. When i had completed this task, She advised me that She felt like She might have dessert for me! i was so full from the earlier meal i had to reluctantly and graciously decline. She was disappointed but realized i might back up if i ate more. She used my ass some more and then had one final task for me, announcing “you will have dessert anyway, My toilet!” She commanded me to assume a position on all fours and to masturbate. As i did so, She placed the plate underneath me and commanded me “Come on the plate! Don’t miss!” When i was done, She told me to sit down once again, handed me the plate and instructed me, “Lick up every drop, I want the plate clean and spotless again.” As She watched, i obediently did so. She inspected the plate and announced “Perfect! Every last drop!” i was then allowed to dress and present myself to Her once again. She asked me “How do you feel, toilet?” i told Her i felt full and also happy after fulfilling my purpose as Her toilet. With a satisfied smirk, She said, ” you should feel full! you served Me well and did an excellent job today, My toilet, consuming every drop and morsel of My gifts, not letting anything go to waste, your best job yet. I am very pleased. Now you may go.” Before departing, i knelt and kissed Her boots again while She gave me another gentle pat on the head. As i left, i felt deep satisfaction knowing that i had pleased my Goddess by fulfilling my sole purpose in life as Her toilet, Her shit and piss receptacle, Her “shit and piss pig.” i felt content knowing that the shit and piss of my Goddess were deep inside me, Her toilet.
I have a New Fetish.
The energy was high as she dressed in amazing latex from head to toe. After warming my cock and balls, I soon found out that Mistress is very skilled at cbt and cbb. She doesn’t need tools as for she has a wicked slap! She instructed me that I needed to take the pain if I wanted rewards. She continued to violate my cock and balls making nice shades of purple, slapping, flicking and flogging. Mistress was eager to use the cock and ball stand device. Soon after, she started to fuck my cock hole, sliding the rod deep and repeated it more times than I could count. As she was not near done violating my cock and balls she has me lay on the bondage table and Mistress is right back at it with the sounds fucking my hole. She starts teasing me with her latex, letting me feel and smell, not knowing what was going to happen next. Mistress then starts smothering and sitting on my face as she gets the joys of violating my cock and balls with the violet wand. She says I am turning it up all the way, how could I say no when I had Mistress nice latex ass sitting on my face?
Seeing Mistress strutting around in hot latex with a nice black strapon cock, I could not wait, eager to impress. Mistress tells me how she likes to have her subs gag and suck her cock. She warms me up, then she starts fucking my man pussy hard and putting every motion into, soon she realizes than I am enjoying it to much. “We need to upsize cause you are such a slut” She puts on a bigger cock and jumps right back into the hard long strokes. As I am taking very hard stoke she continues to be smiling ear to ear and calling how good of a slut I am. I am barely able to say Thank You Mistress as she continues to violate me going from slow to long to working it up to a very hard fast long pounding. As she keeps fucking my man pussy, it seems I am falling into subspace as she continues to fuck me with no mercy!
Lastly Mistress brings on one last challenge. My mind is spinning as I have never gagged on a cock and for that matter taken the whole thing, then going to a bigger size? I wanted to end on a good note as for Mistress rewarded me earlier with a very good s/o fucking. She warms me up and lets me work it at a slow pace, encouraging me, telling me how good I was doing, and how she likes watching me suck her black cock as saliva spit and drool is all over my mouth and her cock. I get the first one down. Then, on to the bigger one. Mistress encourages me more by placing her hand on the back of my head and helps me hold her cock deep in my throat. So eager to please Mistress I keep trying to go deeper, and finally she tells me that I was a good cocksucker.
OMG what an awesome session. I can’t wait for the next time I gag and suck her cock in more ways. This was the first session with Alexandra and can’t wait to session again, as for me she has rekindled the fire and now I have a new fetish!