The Corset-a new addition

My wardrobe has a new addition now. I don't purchase stuff willy nilly as it ends up unwarn, unloved very quickly. As you all know by now I love rubber and I collect all sorts of items in this glorious material. The other week I was browsing in Void for a top. I like this little shop, nice accessories, spiked cuffs, good belts etc. I had no real idea of what I wanted just that it had to be fitted, and must show off the assets-the top half ones! Lol. I scanned the room and my eyes were drawn as they have been before to their corsets. I have never worn corsets. They look restrictive for 'work'-my real time visitors will vouch that I like to move about, be able to clamber onto the operating table to sit on slaves chest as I clamp the rebreather to his face, so have simply dismissed them. I'm looking at these lovelies in a new light. There are different styles, necklines and cuts but then I'm probably preaching to the converted here! I ask to try a couple on. It's black, heavy cotton with a lovely embossed pattern-with about 20 hooks to wrestle with! Maybe best left until I'm more accomplished I think! Next I try on a red satin one. Just a dozen hooks to deal with here. The lady who's very kindly helping me wraps it around me, lines up the loops to pins then stands behind me, grasps the laces and with one firm pull transforms a sturdy piece of material into this beautiful item of ageless, retro, old school beauty. I, like the corset am hooked. I'm in, my waist is even smaller-happy days! And the assets?? Ooh hello you two, up there on show yet firmly held in. They're going nowhere. How do I know? I pogo'd in the changing room! A quick lesson in how to lace alone, and I'm good to go. I can't wait to get to get it home, get into it along with some rubber to set it off and get Mr Z to take some lovely pictures of it. Initial reports say this is a good purchase. Better late than never!! Enjoy

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Take 6 needles, one block of wood, a hammer, and some nuts

 I am a dab hand a many things, being a surgeon the latest of my new found professions. Mr. Zena does all the building  of bits of equipment for the facility, and I want a piece of the action. But first I must learn the intricacies of carpentry. I know, how hard could knocking a few nails and sawing  bits of wood be! Mr. Zena insists that I do my apprenticeship properly. But this is me we are talking about, I do things, how should I put it, a little differently. So I must practice my hammering skills first. I need something someone to practice on. Out goes the call and in come the offers, who would think that what I had in store would create a scramble  to be the "honoured" one to assist me. My chosen victim helper in my workshop is @paindeamon, he has no fear, he has no brains. lol
Now just to make sure he doesn't chicken out at the last moment I tie him securely to the banisters, legs held open with spreader bar, hands clamped together with cable ties and strung up to the light fitting with wire. There, that should keep him from squirming about. I place my block of wood under his ball sack, this process in itself makes beads of sweat form on his forehead. For the technically minded of you, I am using a ball peen hammer and 21G hypodermic needles. The wood is soft pine, very good at mopping up blood, see I think of everything. Sitting down on the floor in front of him, I  get comfy and get his ballskin nice and spread out, so I can see what I'm up to. I don't bother to drag the moment out, building the tension etc. I'm way too excited. Needle out of its case, gently pushed into skin to get the initial 'purchase' a brisk 'tap tap' knocks it home. No resistance from his nuts, so the wood stops the needle. A third harder tap from a carried away carpenter gives a slight bend to the needle. No problem, we laugh that off! Over to his left nut, spread in the same way, nailed to the wood with symmetry without bent needle. I continue until I've used all my sharps and spare ball skin. So I sit back and watch the small amount of blood gently ooze onto the wood. He's relaxed, happy with the situation actually and impressed with his performance-as am I! Good, I'm gasping for a coffee, had no caffeine for a while in case of 'shaky hands' that us surgeons fear! You sit there and bask in your needle 'high' I'm putting my kettle on! O.k time for removal-out they come & into sharps box. Dressing held firmly to the affected area, made him smile, gave him a stiffy-yay he's back to life already. Go on-I'll untie your right hand, make sure he still works.
There, I am proficient in hammering, now where is that saw!!

Ultimate chastity

Now this was pissing me off. I have told him time and time again, "you must refrain from climaxing in between our sessions". I am the only one allowed to make him produce his man milk. But it has become apparent that my words have gone unheeded. He finally admitted as much this week during my "interrogation" as to what he has been up to. (Amazing what a few pinpoint electric jolts to the bell end can make him tell me). It turns out that he saw the picture in my previous blog of me in PVC boots and bikini and could not resist "knocking one out" uggg, how gross! And how disrespectful, I am not here for your sexual gratification, I am your Goddess, and as such demand your ultimate servitude.
So, it was time for extreme measures, I have tried telling him, even had him locked up in a CB300, but he apparently either knows how to remove it, or he is more versatile than I thought. Only one thing for it, stitch the bloody thing up, that'll do it. So onto the examination table with him, there was a bit of grumbling on his part to start with but I soon bring him under control. Out with my suturing kit, nice new needle that would just slide through the skin, and strong suture material to stop the bad boy from getting out. I set about my task with the precision of a trained surgeon (well I have watched enough of this on T.V. to qualify). First we clean the area to be threaded up with iodine. OMG man, can I not even prepare your genitals for operation without you getting a stiffy!  I let his miserable shaft subside before we start again. No anaesthetising, just straight through his foreskin with the first thrust, there is a slight moan from him but he enjoys the pain, he revels in showing me that nothing I can do to him will make him flinch, he is on a journey of discovery and he knows that his Goddess will lead him through it ultimately unharmed. I pull the thread through and begin again, there is no blood, there is this time no moan, he has zoned into what is happening to him, he knows it is for his own good. 3 more passes and he is finished, all stitched up and ready for the world, just enough room for him to pass urine but that is it. He will stay this way until our next encounter, and he will thank me for it, because when I release him and allow him to relieve the aching that has developed in his balls, it will be that more intense, and knowing that his Mistress has commanded it will keep his mind focused.

Mr. G-part 2

I need him in chastity, I need his basic male urges, the 'phwoar' that's in his head-but dare not be said-to enhance his suffering. All for my amusement and without touching his cock. I smack it hard with the riding crop. It remains hard. I press the spike of my heel onto it, grinding it to the carpet. Still hard. He apologises with an embarrassed laugh. That's fine, I'm having fun trying to deflate the thing! However I have a task.I resort to 'Robojac' and 2 minutes later-soft dick! On goes CB3000 & the good pounding I give him with my strap-on swiftly re-arouses him, to a point. I stop to inspect the device which is filled to bursting with cock curled agonisingly. Lovely. After devious and painful playtime he enjoys the warm, sweet result of my water intake to rinse all the lube off the device. Then I notice something. His arousal, despite being physically impaired, does actually culminate in a 'soft dick' orgasm!! What? How can this be Mr. G? The grip of the device, the sight if it. 'It's pressing my head Mistress!' well, when you next come to worship Me and I remove the device, I'm afraid I'm forced to introduce 'Ultimate Chastity! It will not involve a steel cage!! Looking forward to Monday 3rd October.

Fun filming in the sun

A Goddess has to take advantage of lovely weather and film in Her bikini whenever She can! I got one of my critters round and messed with his head, and other bits of him. I ordered him onto My inverter, slipped the hood and headphones with white noise playing and tipped him over. Any angle of inversion feels as if one is upside down, very unnerving. Bless him, he thinks he's about to enjoy the 'ultimate' in giving himself to Me for My pleasure! I strap him firmly to the bed, making sure I 'accidentally' brush My ample breasts against him and proceed to prepare him. He's a tad nervy now, so I help his dick on it's way to a stiffy, I wont be able to slip onto it otherwise will I ?  Lube is applied (can't beat slippy wet sex!) and... ready critter??....my ultra realistic moulded pussy is slipped over his shaft, all the way down she goes, nice and deep. He lets out a groan of pleasure, that increases as I continue to rhythmically to ride him to the point of orgasm. Then I stop. I enjoy this torment, the power to either release him or deny.
I eventually relent after several denials and he explodes into my pussy so to speak. just before removing his blindfold and headphones I strip off my bottoms so that when he does see me he really does think that his Goddess has been riding him. Poor sap.

Mr. G; part 1

I enjoy taking Mr.G on his journey, as he calls it. Curious for many years, dabbled without really knowing what part of BDSM he was driven by. He just knew he wanted to give himself to a dominant female to be played and experimented with, willing to suffer pain, fear and discomfort for the pleasure of  a sadistic lady. Come to Goddess, Mr.G!! Naked male kneels before me as I recline. He's ordered to greet me appropriately. He begins to worship my black stiletto, he's allowed to slip the shoe off and kiss and adore my tiny feet. Enough, now. Feet happy, they are ready to inflict pain. A swift kick to the balls, without warning lets this sub know-brace yourself-session underway. 1 hour of pain threshold testing whilst tightly bound in leather straps. The e-glove is donned for an mind, and genital, numbing 30 minutes solid. Then, hogtied in an upright kneeling position, I slip my latex hood over the head. He knows this, of all times in our session, he must relax. He trusts me totally. I will cause him no harm, I tell him so as I crouch before him, head to toe in latex. I hold his posture-collar ring, lean right up to him. A sharp intake of breath, slight groan of ecstasy at the proximity of his latex-clad Mistress. His breath quickens-"calm your breathing Mr. G" I whisper. I want to enjoy the sight of your hood gripping your face at every inhale. I'm also finding great amusement in his erection that is now even harder. Only so much breathplay, I move on...Hmm, that hard cock is now a hindrance to part 2....