FREE PUSSY

Oct 14, 2014

One never knows when bondage skills are going to be useful, and sometimes my ability to tie up and immobilise everything and anything from cats to catamites can come in very handy for a busy Bondage Mistress. That was the case when my aging, but highly intelligent, cat made a surprise bid for freedom from its basket on a recent road trip to visit the vet. A missing knob on the cat basket almost resulted in free pussy in my car and cat claw marks on my gear-changing hand. Fortunately, I managed to perform a rapid exit manoeuvre from the highway and pull into the side of the road for long enough to deal with the situation. That was where having skeins of my work bondage rope in the car came in very handy. And No... I did not use it to tie up the cat! I used it, of course, to tie up the door to the broken basket basket. The cat is probably cleverer than some of my hapless, owned and collared slaves so it was good that I managed to maintain my professional reputation with a 100% escape-proof record: for both my cat and my men!

As usual, I digress, however from the main business of my day: dealing with human captives within the far more secure dungeons of my Hanwell premises. On this particular day I was dealing with a regular slave of mine who loves to be dressed as a woman in some of my fantastic array of TV transformation clothing and then mistreated by his Mistress. Naturally, as a caring Dominatrix, I keep track of all of my slaves' fantasies (and their greatest fears!) so I was well aware of the details of this subbie's fantasy image of himself. His greatest desire is to be dressed in a pencil skirt, a restrictive corset, high heels and a bobbed wig to complete the change into the female he desires to be.

I decided to show him just how that might look, and so on the day of his arrival I dressed myself in that way and showed him just how beautiful I was in the outfit he so wanted to wear for himself. His excitement grew as I informed him that I was going to create him as a clone of his Mistress, complete with all of the same clothes, right down to a look-alike wig and high heels. He got even more excited when I instructed him that as my clone he was going to do a lot of the work in his session himself - especially the messy stuff, whilst I simply sat back and directed his efforts. Clearly, like so many of my slaves, he needed some serious brainwashing to get his mind round the concept and so I whisked him down to the medical clinic for the first part of his treatment.

What followed involved a lot of medical fun as he endured, for the very first time, a selection of my challenging metal sounds, inserted into the urethra of his cock, along with an introduction to needle play as we pierced multiple sterile needles into various interesting parts of his anatomy. To give him a little pleasure with the pain, I did allow him some sexual excitement attached to one of my wanking machines, but he naturally had to pay for that pleasure by showing his eagerness to consume his Mistress's delicious house champagne of which copious supplies can always be found on tap from their source in my West London rooms.

Still dressed in his fantasy clothing, my slave seemed to reach a peak of excitement as I outlined for him precisely what I was going to do to him in our next planned session. To test out whether or not today's brainwashing has been a complete success I told him that his next visit would involve not only a tattoo but also a full Prince Albert permanent piercing through the head of his penis to show his true devotion to his Mistress. I could see that my training efforts have not so far been in vain because he got so excited that he was utterly unable to resist the subsequent forced milking to drain the man-filth from his feminised body.

Exhausted, milked and happy, he reported that the experience had been the best session he ever had ever had! Well.. what can I say... I am the Bondage Mistress controller and.. 'when you're hot, you're hot.'

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