Domina Nyx's Bootlover Shoot

Hello everyone,

Recently DJ of bootlovers.com came and visited our studio. I made arrangements for him to do a photo shoot with Domina Nyx. Domina Nyx is a serious boot lover who is forever adding to her collection.. DJ asked her to show him her boots and I stopped counting after fifteen. As a boot fetishist myself I know that her addiction is border line out of control, which is not a bad thing. Check out bootlovers.com latest issue to see for yourself the collection of a gorgeous mistress who is a true boot addict.

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Keeping The World Shiny And Tight and Well Disciplined

Mistress Tokyo Of Australia

Hi everyone,

I recently had the pleasure of meeting and hosting Mistress Tokyo of Australia. Mistress Tokyo is probably on of the most down to earth Mistresses I have met in a long time. I am hoping that she returns soon and visits more often. Her wardrobe is amazing and her knowledge of the scene is on point. She left a very, very satisfied group of boys behind her. I very much enjoyed our conversations and I can't wait for her next visit.

NYC Rubber Studio
Keeping The World Shiny And Tight and Well Disciplined!

Mistress Jean Bardot Visits NYC Rubber Studio

Hello everyone,

Last week Jean Bardot visited the studio, as always it's a pleasure to have her here. Her main reason for coming to New York this time was because she was one of the judges for Miss Rubber World. And the rest of her visit was spent sessioning and seeing an old friend. One of her clients sessioned everyday for three hour during her time here. So everyday, different hoods and rubber bondage equipment were used. In one of her session she did an amazing bondage that I will of course be trying. I'm consistently pleased and amazed how with the same equipment but each different mistress there is a different vision with what to do with it.

NYC Rubber Studio
Keeping The World Shiny And Tight and Well Disciplined

Website Updates

Hello everyone,

It has been a while since I have had the opportunity to update my blogs, due to the fact that it has been an extremely hectic few weeks with the Holiday Season in full force and with keeping things organized at the Studio during renovations and fetish events.

Since adding the new clips4sale store (Interrogated and beaten) and working on a separate preview blog/site for that store (which is about to be launched live on maxfisch in the coming days), my plate is not only full, but practically spilling off the sides.

However, you know Me. Can't keep Me down. I actually found the time, by some small miracle, to create an entirely new website: Parthenonnyc.com. This website features Myself, and the wonderful Independent Renters who play/session at the Studio. I am very excited to have such an amazing collective of truly beautiful, skilled, intelligent and diverse pro and lifestyle Mistresses. I might even create another blog if I can afford the time after the Holidays. I put a lot of Me into this new website, so as to reflect my perfectionism complex and sheer elegance.

I am also working on my own personal website, MistressAriana.com. It's time I came back into this scene full force, bringing My amazing Collective with me, since for the most part the scene has been lacking the integrity it once had. Mistresses like Myself have a responsibility to the industry to make sure the BDSM scene upholds a positive reputation. So watch out, here We come!

I will be adding regular updates and photos to both sites. So stay tuned, We are entering the new year with many surprises and many endeavors/goals that we WILL see realized. For now, enjoy your Holidays and we hope to see you very soon - whether it is at one of Our play/fetish parties, a tailored session with Myself or one of My amazing Independent Mistresses, or on Our clips4sale stores:

Discipline Academy

NYC Rubber Studio

Interrogated and Beaten

Tickle Discipline

Enjoy!

Head Mistress Ariana Chevalier

Keeping World Shiny And Tight And Well Disciplined

Mistress Cassandra DeVille owns this slave!

I was lying at Mistress Cassandra’s perfectly manicured feet, looking up at Her from the bottom of the floor where She had me positioned. Her beauty was majestic, exotic and all-consuming. She wore a tight fitting black and red corset on top of a black skintight dress, and stood towering over me with 4 inch heels that made me feel swallowed up in Her powerful presence. Her chestnut-colored hair fell straight down Her back, not a strand out of place. Her deep, dark eyes smiled at me sadistically as I gazed up at Her while She watched my surrender and display of genuine submission.

“You’d do anything for Me slave, wouldn’t you?” She asked me with a trace of seduction evident in Her soft voice.

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded instinctually, as would any slave. Her natural dominance was impossible to resist. She held me mentally captive, so that even if I could break free of the physical ties that bound me, I would not be able to escape the prison of my mind where She encased me in bondage so restricting I could no longer think for myself… or even have any desire to. She must have sensed this from the way I cautiously gazed up at Her with total admiration.

“I’m going to let you prove it to Me, slave,” She commanded as She placed a freshly lit cigarette to Her alluring lips. She bewitched me as She inhaled and then slowly released the smoke into the room, forcing me to watch in complete defeat as it made a halo about Her face. “After all of these years together, slave, we are finally going to find out whether you’re all talk or whether or not you are really the devoted slave you profess yourself to be.” With those words, She extended Her hand to reach for a black leather blindfold and secured it tightly around my head so that I could see nothing but a suggestive darkness that forced my imagination to run wild with the thoughts of what She had in store for me. What would I have to endure to assert my worthiness to be Her slave? What tests would I have to pass to prove my dedication? She untied me and gently guided me off the floor and onto my knees where I was instructed to remain perfectly still and await Her return.

When She entered the room I could feel another presence accompanied Her. Indeed my senses were correct, as another Mistress began to speak and I recognized Her distinct voice. It was Domina Nyx. The two began to converse about my predicament as if I were not even there at all. Mistress Cassandra was informing Domina Nyx that She had a slave who was trying to be very good for Her and would be rewarded for his behavior. Mistress Nyx agreed, and as She offered Her approval, the blindfold was torn off of my face forcefully, without even an adjustment of the straps. Mistress Cassandra tossed it onto the floor as the two Mistresses laughed in unison for a reason, at first, I could not comprehend.

It took a couple of seconds before my eyes were able to adjust to the sight before me. My vision was a bit obstructed from being blindfolded. But when my new reality started to literally become clear before my eyes, I noticed that I was inches away from a giant, bulging and obviously eager cock. I had never been so close to a male organ before, other than my own, of course. And even then, it’s not the same. A monumental penis was greeting me as I knelt before it in sheer terror, petrified at what this could mean.

I could barely look at Mistress Cassandra when She spoke, as the appendage in front of my face was violating my senses and commanding my attention. But I heard Mistress Cassandra’s voice in the background of my mind. “Yes, one slave was a good boy today, but it was NOT you!” I knew by Her tone that Her statement was intended for me, and that obviously I had done something to displease Her while Her other slave had earned Her good graces.

Mistress Cassandra gently guided my face up toward Hers so that I was forced to look in Her eyes as She instructed me on what to do next, hypnotizing me with Her beauty and seduction as She ordered me to service Her other slave. “I want you to lick his cock in front of us right NOW!” She demanded, the softness in Her voice gradually giving way to grave authority, warning me that any hesitation would be met with strict and unrelenting punishment. For this reason, I surprisingly did not hesitate, but followed orders as if this was something I had done many times before. I knew that this was my Mistress’ wish and that I had to obey, and I wanted to obey because the greatest pleasure comes from true servitude to ones Mistress – doing things that previously never crossed the mind, pushing limits, expanding horizons, performing for your Mistress’s pleasure and gratification with absolutely no regard to your own. If She wanted me to lick or suck or fuck his cock, then I was going to do it. The arousal at my own obedience and knowing that I was giving Her pleasure by instinctively following Her commands somehow overrode the fear that had nearly strangled me when I opened my eyes to the sight of an erect penis eagerly awaiting my attention.

I gently placed my tongue on the head of this slave’s penis and began to lick with such a passion and fury that I think Mistress Cassandra and Domina Nyx were actually surprised, and dare I say it, perhaps even impressed. My tongue took a long, deliberate journey around the shaft of his penis, working its way up and down the entire organ, alternating between soft caresses and vigorous licks that has his organ growing under the magic of my novice, but apparently skilled, tongue. I felt the veins of his penis begin to pump blood into the hardening shaft, desperate for more as it swelled against my lips.

Mistress Cassandra grabbed my face in both of Her hands and pressed my head forward toward Her slave’s penis. “Now suck it slave,” She demanded, Her authority still so intimidating that there was absolutely no opportunity for refusal. I hesitated only for a brief second, trying to digest the reality of what was happening. That second of hesitation was duly noted and Mistress Cassandra pried open my mouth while Domina Nyx grabbed a hold of the other slave’s erect member and forced it into my mouth. “Consider yourself lucky,” Mistress Cassandra demanded. “This is My personal slave and you should be very grateful I am sharing him with you.”

My lips reflexively wrapped around his throbbing penis in utter gratitude and I slowly began to suck my first cock. I closed my eyes, as if this could somehow make the situation less real, but I was reprimanded with a slap from my Mistress and the stern command to keep focused on my task. I looked up for a moment and saw Domina Nyx, who was standing before me and behind the other slave. She was smiling down at me as She watched me begin to vigorously work on sucking this slave’s cock. Her black eyes were shining beneath the dimly lit candles, and She looked like the vision of a living Goddess who had materialized from a dream. The beauty of these two Mistresses was so overwhelming that I could barely contain myself. I knew it pleasured them to watch my cock-sucking display and so I invested all of my effort into impressing them – especially to prove to Mistress Cassandra that I would do ANYTHING to prove my loyalty and devotion.

Domina Nyx diverted Her gaze for a brief moment from my show to Mistress Cassandra. “You were right, Cassandra,” She whispered in a voice so sexy it brought me further to my knees. “Just look at his cock, he loves it!”

Mistress Cassandra smiled at Domina Nyx. Then She bent forward so that my eyes met Hers and I was locked into Her gaze, nearly exploding from the arousal of being in such a divine presence, of the privilege of being a slave to such a stunning Dominatrix. “Yes, Domina Nyx,” Mistress Cassandra responded. She continued to look down at me as She lit another cigarette, erotically inhaling the smoke and then exhaling it into my face with a mind-blowing declaration: “Now, I TRULY own him.”

Mistress Cassandra DeVille

Keeping World Shiny And Tight And Well Disciplined

Clips4sale Website Update

Hello Everyone,

Just wanted to keep you updated on Our clips4sales stores. There will be a lot to tell in the next coming weeks as we are launching this into a full-blown business like never before. We are now filming on a constant basis rather than sporadically. It's just too much fun at the Studio NOT to take advantage of our awesome lifestyles. We are CONSTANTLY playing (and/or punishing) and there are some amazing things for us to capture footage of almost ALL of the time. So from here-on-in, no scene will be wasted! We have straight fetish clips of every variety: Tease & Denial, Strict Discipline, Heavy Punishment, Actual Torture, Bondage, Rubber, Vibrators, F/f, F/m+f, Interrogations, Beat-downs & Confessions, Amazingly serious as well as amazingly creative and amusing Role-Play, CBT, Foot Fetish, Point-of-Views… well, I have a life to attend to so I cannot go on here forever. But you get the point. So there is MUCH to look forward to. Within the next couple of months, Our stores are going to be entirely revamped. We are going back to the very beginning and making ALL of our clips available as entire movies. We are also going to be doing conversions to different formats to expand our market so that buyers have the option of purchasing clips/videos in other formats. Eventually, we are going to take it a step further and everything is going to go high-def! So, we are going to be moving into the new year with some serious goals! Watch out NYC! We won't stop until We reach #1!

Mistress Ariana Chevalier
Keeping the world Shiny and Tight (and Well Disciplined!!)

Another Extraordinary day at NYC Rubber Studio

Hello Everyone

The other day We had so much fun at the studio. I had scheduled a video shoot that included Myself, Domina Nyx, Mistress Mona Rogers and slave Felix. Of course, as it typical, nothing ever goes as planned. I had a 2 hour appointment that day, and Nyx and Mona had a two hour double. Felix actually arrived on time, this time! And I certainly couldn’t have him having free reign of the studio while We were all sessioning. What else could I do, but place him in a secure body bag where he was immobilized to the point where he couldn’t move a muscle. He was also encased in a leather hood, blindfolded and gagged. The bag exposed his nipples and genitals however. After-all, the purpose is to deprive the slave, not the Mistresses! Domina Nyx decided to have some fun by piercing his nipples while I bound his cock and balls and tied his entire body to the bondage table. I got dressed for my session, stopping by the room where Felix was bound before going to see my client. I was gracious enough to remove his blindfold for a brief moment so he could be torture by a quick glimpse of Me in my fabulous hot and shiny latex outfit. I could hear the poor thing whimpering when I put the blindfold back on.

I took every opportunity to see slave Felix in between my session breaks. On the first trip, I noticed the pierced nipples, and on the second visit I noted here was lipstick all over the breathing tube of the gag.. and MORE needles. I decided to blow some smoke into the tube and force the mask to fill with My smoke, causing a foggy haze around his face.

Domina Nyx and Mistress Mona’s session ended before Mine, and as I was walking my client out, I was hearing some laughter coming out of the room where Felix was bound. I entered the room to find that Mistress Mona was enjoying Her lunch ON TOP of slave Felix. Indeed, he is LUCKY, especially because She was doing her bootie pop! Domina Nyx was having fun continuing to add more needles to Felix's already heavily decorated nipples.

slave Felix was extremely excited, which was evidenced by his raging erection, but who could really blame him - having THREE beautiful and seductive women teasing and torturing him to the point of absolute arousal. Domina Nyx sat on Felix next and he started thrusting and nearly threw Her off of him in excitement. We ordered him not to cum while teasing him with the Hitachi and whispering sexy (and naughty) things in his ear. He was told the consequences for cuming would be 10 swift kicks in the balls by each of Us Mistresses.

Poor Felix. I bet you can guess where this story is going and how it ended. With a pathetic slave sitting in the corner with ice packs on his genitals for about an hour. Yup, just another extraordinary day at the NYC Rubber Studio!

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Goddess Omi (Story)

Goddess Omi

The phone rang… once, twice and then a third time.

"Hello, Studio," the voice on the other end answered.

There was a dead silence.

"Hello, STUDIO," the voice repeated with a hint of friendly seduction mixed with a mild inflection of annoyance in its tone. "Can I help you?"

"Ummm… yes. My name is Michael and I would like to see one of your Mistresses."

The receptionist replied with the usual list of questions. "Have you been here before, Michael," She asked.

"No, Ma'am," came the surprisingly polite reply. "I have never actually seen a Mistress before, but I think I need to be punished. Is there a Mistress at your dungeon who would be willing to punish me?"

Normally, a receptionist wouldn't engage in excessive details regarding a client's fantasy due to the risk of the caller being able to satisfy himself with the verbal exchange alone. But the reception's curiosity was peaked, and She had an instinctual feeling that Michael's need to be punished was genuine and that his desire to see a Mistress in person was entirely real.

"Why don't you tell me a little about your desire to be punished," the receptionist gently encouraged, trying to gauge the extent of his fantasy. "This way we will be able to determine who you would be most compatible with during a session."

There was a nervous silence on the other end of the line.

"Michael..," was the stern reply that met the silence. "I am going to need you to explain your situation to me so that I can fit you with the most suitable Mistress."

Michael hesitated for just a second longer and then began to blurt out the blurry details of his unfortunate circumstance. "Well," he began, "I am kind of in trouble with my wife. I've tried traditional therapy, but I can't control my impulses to gamble. I have lost a lot of money this past month and my wife is fed up with my inability to control my urges. She told me if I can't find a way to fix this problem that she would consider a separation."

This was all the receptionist need to hear. She stopped Michael from any further explanation and told him to save the remainder of his story for the Mistress that he would be seeing to fulfill his desire to be punished. "It seems you have a very serious situation on your hands, Michael. I would agree that punishment might be beneficial to you, perhaps some behavior modification since "traditional therapy" has not seemed to work for you. Now, how did you find us Michael?" she asked him cooly.

"I found the NYC Rubber Studio website and was captivated by all the beautiful house Mistresses, as well as the ones listed as independent and visiting. It seems like many of your Mistresses are stern."

"This is correct, Michael," the receptionist reassured him. "All of the Mistresses here at our Studio are quite capable of administering corporal punishment, ranging from sensual spankings to severe canings and whippings. I'm sorry to say it, Michael, but from the looks of things it seems you need a more serious session. Now, did any of the Mistresses on our site, in particular, capture your interest?"

"Well," Michael started in his polite tone, "Everyone is exceptionally beautiful, but I will admit that Goddess Omi really struck my eye. Her image is very captivating."

The receptionist agreed. "Well, Michael, you seem to be in luck. Goddess Omi actually very much enjoys administering corporal punishment. She is very adept at role-play sessions, but She especially relishes the opportunity to administer a proper punishment for real life infractions, particularly to naughty little boys who can't control their impulses. I hope for your sake that gambling is your only vice."

"Yes, Ma'am," Michael meekly responded.

"If you are really looking to be punished Michael, Goddess Omi would be more than happy to oblige you, and I have every confidence that She can help you achieve your desired results. Are you sure you are ready for this?"

The silence returned, and a sort of labored breathing that resembled panic could be heard on Michael's end of the line. The receptionist gave him a moment to collect himself and his thoughts as the potential reality settled in his brain. "Yes, I'm ready," he finally uttered, although the hesitation in his voice was still quite evident."

"Good," the receptionist encouraged, "I think the sooner we get you in here, the better. What is your availability?" she asked.

"Anytime," Michael responded without really thinking about it.

"Great. Goddess Omi has an opening at 8:00 tonight. Can you make it?"

"Yes, I can make it," Michael half whispered, his voice shaky and barely audible.

"When you arrive in midtown, you are to call and I will give you instructions on how to proceed."

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you."

Michael thought about the session all day. Only 9 hours before he would have his very first session with a Dominatrix, and his stomach was feeling uneasy. He couldn't believe he had let his situation get to this point, where he had to seek out punishment in order to keep his marriage intact, and his wife didn't mind it. She advocated it and even wrote a letter to Goddess Omi that he was instructed to present to Her upon arrival. The hours dragged by as Michael sat at his desk, working the late hours to compensate for the money he had pissed away gambling. And then the clock struck 8:30. Time to close up shop and be on his way. He took a taxi and called the dungeon exactly 5 minutes prior to his arrival. When he arrived in the general area, the receptionist gave him directions and he gingerly walked several blocks with knots in his stomach as he anticipated his fate. When it was time to ring the buzzer, he almost couldn't bring his finger to extend to the button. When he finally did, he was immediately let in and made his way up to the 2nd floor, where he was politely greeted by the receptionist he had spoken to earlier and then guided into the middle room where he was told to await his Mistress after handing over his tribute. The only money he was now allotted from his wife was that which he could hand over to his Mistress so that She could properly punish him. If the money did not enter Her hands and he spent it gambling, their marriage was pretty much over and Michael did not want to risk that.

When the door closed, Michael surveyed his surroundings. The room was very spacious and simultaneously comforting and intimidating, an odd mix, but one that is exactly the kind of atmosphere an upscale dungeon is supposed to create. Before he had the chance to soak it all in, Goddess Omi had knocked on the door, and turned the knob before he had a chance to consider what was happening. When She walked in the room, he almost melted from how beautiful She looked, and he almost cried from the look of severity She wore on Her face.

"Michael," She said, in a tone so stern it was frightening. "Do not just stand there. I want you to drop to your knees and explain yourself. I have heard from our receptionist that you have been a very naughty boy and that your behavior is actually jeopardizing your marriage. Is this true?"

Michael immediately obeyed, fell to his knees and looked up at Goddess Omi in awe and wonder, tears in his eyes from the combination of his misdeeds and the fact that She was so beautiful it was taking his breath away. She wore that blue latex dress that She could be seen in on the NYC Rubber Studio website. Her hair fell to Her shoulders and Her eyes were large and brown and gazing down at him with little sympathy. "Tell me your situation, Michael," Goddess Omi demanded.

Michael found it difficult to speak, and began fumbling through his pockets for the letter his wife gave him to present to the Goddess. Goddess Omi watched him curiously as he unwrinkled the letter that was crumpled in his pocket and handed it to Her. "Interesting," She said as She began reading. Every now and then She would let out a sigh or a "tsk," as She read further into the letter. He little sounds of reproach made him dizzy. "This is very bad, Michael," She told him, as he quivered on his knees before Her. "I am glad you have submitted to the fact that you need to be punished and that you are compliant with your wife's demands. "

"I'm sorry," Michael nearly cried out in repentance.

Goddess Omi was unmoved by his emotion that was clearly rising to the surface. "Well," She said, "I am sure you are sorry that you got yourself into this situation, but you are going to be much sorrier once I am through with you. Now you have one opportunity to leave and go back to your bad behaviors and lose your wife. Or you can stay and submit to my punishment entirely. You are really going to be punished, however, if you decide to stay. I will not use safe words, I will not honor your cries or pleas for me to stop. I will not waver in my discipline despite your outbursts of sincere apologies. Your behavior has been unacceptable and when I have to punish someone and role-play isn't involved, there is no mercy. I will punish you until you are broken and SINCERELY repentant, and I will enjoy doing it. It's what you need and you know it. I am going to give you exactly two minutes to make your decision. If you agree to submit and stay then when I return you will be on your knees with your clothes off waiting for My discipline. If you chose to leave, you can remain clothed and I will show you out the door with a little note of My own to your poor wife. Make the right decision, Michael, your marriage depends on it," She instructed as She gently closed the door behind Her.

Michael had now begun to panic, not realizing Goddess Omi was a lifestyle disciplinarian who was able to extend the limits of a session beyond a role play scenario. He didn't want to lose his wife, but he didn't exactly want to be beaten, either, which was pretty much what he was expecting if decided to stay. But Goddess Omi's words rung in his head, "your marriage depends on it." And so he sucked in a deep breath, neatly removed and folded his clothing and was waiting on his knees with only a second to spare before Goddess Omi reentered the room.

She looked down at his trembling body, "First intelligent decision it seems you've made in a long time, Michael," She told him. When She entered he was so blinded by his fear that he hadn't noticed that She was carrying an array of paddles and whips in both Her hands. She saw him glance at them and then divert his eyes in a panic. "What's wrong, Michael," She asked with a hint of sarcasm in Her voice, "Are you finally realizing what you've gotten yourself into?"

Michael nodded as Goddess Omi placed the implements on the bondage bed, and took a seat on the Mistress throne in the corner of the room. "Crawl over here, Michael," She demanded. He obeyed instantly, terrified to hesitate despite his instinct not to move. Once he had reached her feet, She grabbed a fistful of his ashy blonde hair and forcefully guided him across Her lap. Although Her frame is petite, She was able to securely fasten him over Her lap. "Michael," She said sternly, "We are going to start off slowly because you have never seen a Mistress or even been spanked before, but I want you to know that by the end of this session your wife doesn't want to be able to see you sit comfortably for the next week. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes," Michael whimpered, completely humiliated that he was actually over a woman's knee as if he were a five year old.

Without warning a loud resounding sound echoed through the room and was accompanied by a sharp pain on his right buttock. Michael winced.

"We have protocol here, Michael," Goddess Omi scolded with another slap to emphasize Her point. "You will address Me as Mistress EVERY single time you are permitted to speak to Me. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," Michael responded obediently and even politely offered an apology for his mistake.

"Good boy," Goddess Omi rewarded as She administered a series of hand spanks that soon had his bottom a glowing shade of pink. Goddess Omi enjoyed the way Her hand prints were showing up on his white bottom, crisscrossing in all directions and almost looking like art. She continued to spank him until his ass was entirely red and Her hand prints were not longer discernable. It was obvious Michael had a very low tolerance for pain and he was squirming and whimpering the entire time, even resorting to pleading and all She was using was Her hand. Goddess Omi laughed. "This is only My hand, sweetie," She said with a hint of seduction and sadism. "Now get off of My lap," She demanded as She thrust Her hips so that he would lose his balance over Her knee and fall to the floor. "Now the real punishment begins."

Michael sucked in a huge gulp of air, unaware of how to cope with the humiliation he was being forced to endure alongside the pain that left his bottom burning from just a hand spanking. Goddess Omi didn't give him any extra time to contemplate his predicament as She guided him over to the cross and securely fastened both his hands and feet to the top and bottom so that he couldn't move. "Please, no," Michael begged, "I really am sorry. I will learn to control my impulses, I promise. Please, Mistress," he pleaded desperately.

"Too late for that, Michael," She scolded. I told you I don't respond to pleading when I am administering a serious punishment." She walked over to him and turned his face sideways with Her hand so that he could meet Her stern gaze. He almost melted from the look in Her eyes. "Look at My face Michael," She demanded. "Does it look like I'm playing?"

"No Mistress," he responded. His response was met with his face being forcibly rotated back towards the front of the cross. Before he realized what was happening, he felt a series of strikes landing across his bottom, and he knew that he was being whipped, but he did not know what he was being whipped with. All that filled his brain was the horrible pain of sharp lashes descending upon his blazing flesh. Poor Michael really did have a pathetic tolerance and he was on the verge of screaming when Goddess Omi threatened him with a gag.

"This is your first lesson in impulse control," She coolly informed him. "You will NOT scream. If you do, you will receive 100 strokes of the cane. So far I am going to give you 30. They will be extremely hard so that you understand what a punishment caning feels like. And if you scream, that will only tell Me that you can't obey My directions, that you can't control your impulses and that you must really want to be beaten mercilessly. Do I make Myself clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," Michael uttered beneath clenched teeth as he desperately tried to hold back the tears forming in his eyes.

"This is for your own good, Michael," Goddess Omi told him. "I am saving your marriage right now." With that, a stroke of the cane landed across both cheeks and Michael literally jumped despite being bound. The pain was so intense that a scream could not be uttered because his body went into shock.

"I knew you weren't going to scream from the first one, " Goddess Omi acknowledged, "because your body doesn't know how to respond. The next 29 are going to make you want to scream," She informed him with all sincerity, and possibly throw up. You won't be able to sit for a week. But if you can't control the impulse to scream you will get 100 ofMy hardest and then you won't be able to sit for a month. All of these decisions are yours Michael, just like the decision to gamble away your money and risk your marriage. Now don't scream," She commanded as She landed another strike.

Michael, desperate to be obedient for numerous reasons, did not scream. But by the 30th stroke, his body was a trembling mess and the tears were pouring down his red face. Goddess Omi examined his backside and admired Her handiwork. Michael had some severe welts that would be with him for at least the next week. Goddess Omi walked over to him and released him from his bondage, whereupon he instantly fell at Her feet, sobbing from the release and the guilt and the desire to repair his marriage. She gently soothed him, rubbing Her fingers through his hair and caressing his scalp with Her nails as He sobbed. "It's okay, Michael," She whispered sweetly, "You are allowed to cry. You did a good job today and you proved something to both Me and yourself, and also to your wife and I am going to send home a good report for you. Your wife is sending you back here in two weeks for a progress check. I hope that you are going to behave so that I don't have to punish you so severely, or worse… and if you do behave and make us proud, I can promise you a nice little reward for good behavior. I am a fair Mistress, and that is why I had to punish you this way. But I am very impressed with your desire to remedy your behavior and take direction from Me and with your willingness to suffer because you love your wife so much."

"Thank you, Mistress," Michael replied between broken sobs.

"You are welcome Michael. Now I will give you a few moments to collect yourself and then we will schedule your appointment in two weeks. By that time your wounds should be healed, and I don't want a reason to recreate them. I am going to go write your wife a little note and I will be back to escort you out."

She stroked his face gently and smiled at him. Her beauty and the new found gentleness immediately eased his discomfort. He struggled to put his pants on, but he felt as if a great burden were released and he was very grateful to Goddess Omi for Her assistance. He was determined to be on his best behavior because his mind was racing with the thought of what reward She might give him in two weeks if his wife had sent him to his next session with a good report.

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Keeping World Shiny And Tight And Well Disciplined

Lady Audra gets Her revenge (story)

Lady Audra gets Her revenge
The clock was ticking. Lady Audra sat patiently in the foyer tapping her fingers against Her fishnet clad thigh. slave was late. slave is not allowed a name because he is not properly trained and has not earned one. Until he has learned his proper place in a Mistress' world, he will be referred to simply as slave. Perhaps today would be the day when slave would be taught some manners, like how to show up for a session on time and not keep his Mistress waiting while She was donning 6 inch heels for their session.
slave at least had the good sense to make a call so that Lady Audra would know he was running behind. He had to grab some water, he said, and the line at the grocery store was long. And then he couldn't pass up the chance to go to the convenience store on the way and pick up a couple of power-ball tickets. As Lady Audra listened to the excuses, Her chestnut eyes started to flicker with an ember trace of fury.
However, rather than scold him over the phone or even raise Her voice a couple of notches, She decided She would wait until he arrived before She gave him a lesson in proper slave etiquette. Sure, Lady Audra could have simply dismissed this client for his audacity in thinking he could make his own schedule. But She had no other engagements and decided to use this opportunity to administer a much needed lesson. She was encouraged by the other Mistresses at the Studio to give him a proper beating for his boldness.
She didn't say a word when he finally arrived, but kindly escorted him to the proper chambers for punishment. Lady Audra was annoyed when She had to remind slave to hand over the tribute. Many slaves feel entitled to their Mistress' time and this one was no exception. It was necessary to make an example of him.
"Undress by the time I return," Audra demanded as She left the room to give him time to prepare. Naturally, there was no answer. No, "Yes, Mistress," or "As You say Goddess," just a silence that Lady Audra swore to break with slaves pathetic pleas for mercy once She got back into that room and got Her hands on him.
When Lady Audra returned, She expected to see slave on his knees. So much for high expectations. She found him sitting on the bondage bed with his erect appendage as if he had the privilege to be in such a predicament. This caused Lady Audra to lose Her temper, She grabbed slave by the right ear without saying so much as a word and forced him to the floor by practically flinging him off the table.
"Owww…' slave yelped pathetically as his knees hit the hardwood floors.
"Shut up," Audra demanded. "How dare you treat a Mistress this way?" she questioned him, but rather than wait for some lame excuse to come from his mouth, She decided She would rather hear the sound of Her own hand slapping his face. So She smacked him hard across his left cheek, Her perfectly manicured nails ever so slightly grazing him.
slave was not prepared and little beads of sweat started to form on his brow in eager anticipation of the fate that awaited him.
"What is that?" Lady Audra questioned once he regained his composure. She pointed to his hardened member and informed him it was offending Her.
"I'm sorry Mistress," he began, finally starting to realize his place beneath Her feet. "It's just that You are so beautiful and I can't help getting excited. I can't control it."
"Not a problem," replied Lady Audra as She examined Herself in the mirror. "I agree I am quite stunning." She admired Her black and purple corset and Her perfectly applied makeup, then turned Her attention back to slave. "However, that's not an excuse for a pathetic worm like yourself to point at Me with your "manhood." Mistresses have remedies for such things. Let me show you." With that Audra walked over to slave, who was still on his knees, and kicked him squarely in the balls with such force that he keeled over. "That should shrink you down a bit, bitch" She cackled.
Lady Audra ordered him to rise, but slave was having a difficult time. She had to assist him by lifting him to his feet by a fistful of his hair while guiding him over to the punishment cross. "you've got a lesson to learn, slave," She told him as She secured his hands and feet to the instrument with the back of his body facing Her, perfectly pink and exposed flesh that just begged to be marked. "you fall very short when it comes to knowing how to respect and please a Mistress," Audra admonished. "It's My duty to see to it that you are properly trained. I think some old fashioned English discipline is in order since you have about as much sense as a silly schoolboy."
slave started to protest but Lady Audra gagged him to spare herself his pathetic whimpers. She would not be persuaded by apologies or excuses. She was intent on delivering a caning and She had a variety of implements at Her disposal. The first She choose was a thin and flexible rod and She wound up Her arm like She was about to swing a bat (only much more gracefully) and delivered 20 consecutive lashes upon her groveling victim who yelped beneath his rubber gag each time the cane landed on his trembling buttocks. The welts rose instantly from the force of the strikes, the last one even broke the skin in one spot leaving a little spatter of blood. This made Audra angry as She now had to dispose of the cane and apply alcohol to his backside to prevent infection.
A paddling was in order. Lady Audra stepped out for a moment, mocking slave by telling him not to move and then chuckling when reminding him he literally couldn't because he was bound to the cross. In the hallway hung several glass display cases that housed paddles and whips used in punishment sessions. Lady Audra opened the case and chose a large wooden paddle with holes and proceeded to return to slave and paddle his backside raw. There is no room for mercy with slaves who have no iota of respect for their Dominants. Only torture and deprivation can cure a slave of such poor habits.
The torture part was over as Audra had blistered slave raw, hitting him so hard her arm ached and so hard that he was still squealing beneath the gag long after She had stopped the beating. 45 minutes had just about passed when Lady Audra removed the gag and released slave, setting him to lie down on the floor on some clean pads. slave's appendage was still noticeable but not quite as pokey as it was before. Lady Audra decided to use this to Her advantage as She took out the Venus and applied it to his aching cock. She teased him to the point of near release, his pleasure had overtaken him and he almost forgot the marks on his ass as the Venus worked its magic. However, the magic suddenly died with the simple click of a button as Audra shut it off. slave cried out pathetically, "Oh, please no, Goddess, Mistress…"
"Shut up," Lady Audra said, slapping his balls with the palm of Her hand. "No one wants to hear you." slave was writing in his own agony and begging and was on the literal verge of tears. Lady Audra had no sympathy for his plight but She did have an agenda. She quickly secured him in a chastity device while She had him in that predicament and put the keys on her chain. She kicked the device after applying it, took the lottery ticket out of his wallet and claimed it as Her own (compensation for having to deal with his pathetic nature should the ticket be a winner) and bid him farewell.
"I'll see you next Tuesday at 1:00" She informed him. She surveyed his condition before allowing him to put his clothes back on and thought to Herself it must be quite uncomfortable to be locked up with no chance of release. She mocked him sadistically as She pointed to his tortured and confined penis. "I'm sure you won't be late next time."

NYC Rubber Studio

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The Dollhouse (story)

The Dollhouse
She could have been my twin. Her frame was more willowy and her curves more pronounced than my tight, muscular physique; but otherwise we stood before each other like mirrored images. Her dark hair reached down far below her shoulders, hanging in full waves, and she stood slightly pigeon-toed in her white sun-dress – her nipples clearly visible in the air-conditioning. We differed in our gaze: mine cool and steady, hers nervous and adoring. I knew her.
I remembered her from a philosophy course I’d taken in college. The class was almost pure folly, populated by underclassmen with little to no understanding of or appreciation for rational thinking. She’d stood out not as an intellectual in the class, but had instead gotten my attention for her striking beauty and tendency to smile with the same consistency and fervor with which I do not. We’d conducted class outside one day, taking advantage of our liberal classroom etiquette and the beauty of the weather that day. We circled ourselves under a tree to discuss Augustine and this girl had positioned herself across from me – through accident, I was sure – and in her summer dress had decided to sit with her knees up, her dress carefully covering her knees, but her purple thong betraying her splits where her thighs met – her whole privacy framed by the hem of her cotton dress. I’d assumed she was either painfully unaware of her exposure, or was aiming her distaste directly at our professor, who was young and male and attractive. Two weeks later, at the celebration after the final day of classes, she’d run up to me as I sat with a group of my girlfriends and told me that she’d had a crush on me in our class. I shrugged it off with a kind of disinterest in her earnestness, saying something like, “oh, you have a girl-crush on me? That’s sweet.” My vanilla friend had told me that my response was “cold,” as she believed this young thing’s confession to have been a sincere one. I didn’t see her again after that.
Now she stood here in front of me, still in her sun dress like some fantasy of Humbert Humbert manifested years after the initial infatuation. How interesting. I stepped inside the room and closed the door behind me. Dom Ariana had not said a word to me about my client being a young girl; was this a joke? I kept my gaze locked on her and she began to quiver slightly, goose bumps rising up on her arms and thighs. She was rather exquisite in this state.
“What a beautiful little doll,” I said and she smiled.
“I looked for you for a long time,” she stammered, almost giddy. “I didn’t know if you’d remember me, but I wanted to see you and… I don’t know.” She fell silent. I kept my eyes on her as I began to pace in a tight circle around her, gathering her image like a tongue around an ice-cream cone.
“I’m not really interested in your story,” I whispered. Her body stiffened, her breath stopped. “Take off your dress,” I said.
She obliged, the goose bumps spreading all over her porcelain skin, her knees knocking inward in a half-attempt at hiding her nakedness. “What have you come for?” I asked, coming to a stop just behind her shoulder. “For you,” she said, almost at a whisper, “because… I don’t know.” I moved around to face her again. “You said that already,” I snapped. “What do you know?”
She stayed silent for a long moment, her fingers curling and uncurling in her discomfort. “I…” she stopped again and then, in a slightly assured voice she continued, “I just want to experience you; however you want to experience me.”
“How convenient,” I teased, “I love experiencing little girls on my own terms.” I ran my index finger down the center of her body and dug my knuckle into the soft lips of her sex, which parted to reveal a tiny metal ring, piercing right through her clitoris. I ground my knuckle into it for a few rotations and she let out a groan. I turned and walked over to a set of cabinets on the far side of the room. Inside the clear plastic tackle-boxes was an array of nipple clamps, clothes pins, miniature vices, etc. I selected a few miniature clothes-pins in vibrant purple and grabbed a length of hemp string before returning to my little doll.
I wound the hemp string around the crotch of one clothes pin and pinched her right nipple before clamping the purple mouth on. She made no sound, but watched intently as I ran my index finger and thumb down the length of the cord and threaded the string through the little metal ring in her clit. She let a little gasp escape her parted lips as I drew the last end of the string up to her left nipple and clamped it on with the second clothes pin, tying both ends together in the center of her chest, creating a triangle across her torso. She looked down at herself, her wild eyes moving from one point to the next and then coming back to meet my gaze; we held our eyes locked like this for a moment before I began plucking at her strings, one at a time, and she began to pant. I pulled each string, running my hooked index finger down the length of each leg of the triangle and pressing my thumb into each vector point: a hard nipple, a wet clit.
I played her like a harp, making a marionette out of her ecstasy while she moaned and swayed, closing her eyes out of pleasure and then forcing them back open to look into my steady, unwavering stare. I put my palms on her shoulders and turned her around, bending her forward until I could see her pussy spreading open in front of me.
“Stay there,” I said and walked over to another cabinet, where I selected a cock out of a plastic box and out of another bin, a wide elastic band with a ring hole in it. I pushed the head of the cock through the ring and secured the strap around the top of my thigh. I moved over to the large chair in the corner of the room and sat myself down on it, my knees coming out at a 90 degree angle and my feet squarely on the floor. “Come over here,” I commanded, and she righted herself, slowly, and turned to come stand in front of me.
I hooked my index fingers around the long sides of the triangle and pulled her toward me, positioning her so that she straddled the cock on my leg. “Down,” I said, and she spread her knees outward until she came to rest with the cock insider her, her ass spread on the tapered end of my knee. “Fuck yourself,” I said and she began moving up and down, slowly at first, making quiet sounds as she moved down, breathing deeply as she came back up. I watched her torso, her exquisite breasts as they bounced tightly against the gravity of her movement. Her stomach tightened and her feminine muscles appeared and disappeared with the rhythm of her breath. My thigh became slippery and glistened with her wet and I commanded her hands up behind her neck so that she had to use all her strength to work herself on the static cock on my leg.
Her breathing rate increased and her groaning became louder. She moved less up and down and began more to grind and gyrate on the surface of my leg. I reached down and pinched the metal ring in her clit with my fingers, holding it tightly while she tugged against it with her gyrations. She went crazy. I could feel her body stiffening, her motions becoming more constricted as her trajectory launched her straight toward climax. Just before she had the chance, I stood up, spilling her off of me and collapsing her like a rag-doll onto the floor. She looked around her, eyes blinking and bleary with disorientation and panic. When she had realized where she was, she clawed her way over to my feet, her little hands wrapping around my small ankles and she began to beg, “oh please, please!”
I stepped toward her, pressing the tip of the cock against her pleading lips and pushing past them, all the way to the back of her throat. She took it, hungrily, sliding her mouth over the cock and tasting herself on it. I bent my knee into her chest and flexed my ankle until the ball of my foot rested against her soft, bald mound. She groaned and I began to rub, grinding my foot into her wet pussy while she sucked greedily at the cock protruding from my thigh. I could feel her getting wetter, he juice from her cunt drooling down between my toes, running along the arches of my foot in slow droplets.
I stepped forward and knocked her onto her back. She fell with her knees spread wide, her hands groping hopelessly at her breasts. I stepped on her hot, wet pussy and pressed into it with my foot, leaning all my wait over my knee and reaching down to grab the triangle web across her torso. My index finger on the top leg and my pinky and thumb grabbing the longer sides, I pulled all sides together and gave my instrument one final pluck, resounding in a triumphant wail as she came, back arched and hips thrust into the air, before collapsing like a rag-doll on the cold floor in front of me.

Mistress Rex

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