6/20/2015 10:10:51 PM: So tonight is the second event in a deal I have with Mistress Alexandria.  In exchange for building a nice cage for her outdoor playspace,  She would spend time with me helping me understand the submissive side of the D/s paradigm.  Yesterday, was the start.  she decreed that I should present myself at 11:00 AM,  Which I did, naked, kneeling at her door.  I still remember her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor inside Her Palace, as she walked to the door.  She put a plain collar and leash on me, and explained she needed to get some things at a local Big box.  I road in the back of her massive truck as we went shopping,  laying on the floor behind the seats, looking up the tops of trees through the windows. I had put my clothes back on of course, but still I was self conscious and had fearful thoughts as I watched the trees and roofs go y.  Well we got there, did our shopping,  getting stared at, even being seen by children!  I tried to stroke my chin to hide the collar and leash from anyone staring as we walked through the store.  Mistress Alexandria even spent a few minutes chatting with a friend who worked there, and there I was,  trying to maintain a smile of nonchalance,  as if a women leading a guy through a store on a leash was a completely normal occurrence.  Well, we got Her stuff, and we returned to the palace,  when I had to get naked again, and she put shackles on me and took me down to her outdoor chain web, where she chained me nice and tight the the chains spread between to hard, tall imposing oak trees.  First started the tawse,  and then came the flogger, and then came the cruel hard wooden paddle,  unforgiving and vicious, I squirmed and climbed the chains,  my reflexes against pain took over and I struggled,  and Mistress Alexandria only felt embolden, as she delivered exquisitely dreadful strokes with her brutal paddle.  Then can the crop, a little more gentle, unless wielded by Mistres Alexandria,  and again I was climbing the chains.  She ended the beating with a weird gray implement she merely said was her favorite.  the searing ragged knife dagger strikes on my tenderized ass helped me understand why.Well, she must have grown weary of the torture, as she unchained me from her Black Widow web,  and led me back to the dungeon, where She strapped me down to her special torture bed, with a cage under it where many a slave was caged to await punishment.  well, after I felt the last strap cutting into my flesh, little time was wasted.  Mistress Alexandria began applying the hot wax to my hairy crotch,  and the searing ripping pain splayed across my nethers as the first of my hair was ripped from my flesh.  Again and again came the sharp pain as my cockhair disappeared from my crotch.Then, she switched to plucking the left over hair, until she decided it would be more fun to do it at the bondage club she frequents.   great a break from the tedious stinging pinching pain of having my hair yanked out!But...She wanted to protect me from self abuse, at least until I finished building her cage.  so she installed a CB 6000,  and used a chain around my waste which kept me from slipping it off.  ugh!  I spent the night comfortably, but in the morning my morning fantasies of having a couple of slave girls to play with made my cock squeeze against the walls of the carbonate plastic cockcage, and i couldn't do anything about it!And so it transpired, a trip to the club.  We wore street clothes on the way, me laying back in the trunk of Her SUV.  We got there fairly early, stayed in our street clothes,  watched a presentation on sex toys, and then she decided it was time.  She ordered me to strip, and then leashed me, and took me to the medical part, where I laid down on the exam table.  I had to take some solace, as she decided my ass was to badly bruised from the beating yesterday for her to use her paddles that she had packed.    Instead, I had the addition of shameful embarrasment as person after person spent a few minutes watching as Mistress Alexandria, with a pair of magnifying lenses on the bridge of her nose,  tweaked, yanked and jerked away at my pubes,  leaving me perfectly smooth.  It wasn't the plucking that so excruciating, it was her grasping at my bals, skin and cock, still being pinched and twisted and squeezed in the CB 6000 with her cruel iron fisted grip as she stretched the skin tight to rip the hair out with greater ease.  She had me hold her coffee in my pain shaken hand.  I was so worried of spilling it.It felt like it took hours,  and finally, Mistress Alexandria pronounced me free of that burdensome hair.  She had me help Her clean up,  and soon I had to bee shown off, naked except for my chastity device, held in place by the chain.  The only grace was that everyone there was into BDSM, and they would smile as they saw my hairless cock and balls locked in chastity.  Mistress Alexandria said I was a big hit!I'm the talkative type,  but I felt to self conscious to say much, especially when a slave girl would say something to Mistress Alexandria that was particularly witty about my chastity arrangement.Well, after about any hour, Mistress Alexandria decided it was time to go home,  Thank God!So now I am home, in my chastity device,  learning a few pointers about Doming from a slave's perspective!

2/27/2013 6:13:12 AM: The heavy leather straps are tight against your wrists,  as you hang by them.  you feel the sweat from your forehead trickle down your cheeks as you contemplate how long you have been hanging there int he heat.  never before have you been so helpless,  so vulnerable,  with the spreader bars forcing your legs apart at your ankles and knees.  Breathing is a struggle,  as you feel the stretching of you arms and chest compressing your lungs.  You were feisty before I hung you by your wrists,  a fire in your eyes.  You wanted me to win your submission,  as you kicked and fought against my over powering strength,  as I wrapped each wrist and ankle in cuffs,  and then hauled you vertically from the thick chain dangling in the middle of the chamber.  You made it clear I was to earn your submission as you screamed your taunts and baited me with your sweet succulent writhing body.   I remember the look in your eyes as you suddenly realized battle was finished,  hanging there glancing up at your wrists   and down at the concrete floor far under you.  Your insolence gave way to stoic teeth gnashing,  as you stared directly into the huge mirror on the wall in front of you.  your body twitches and jerks as I slit a knife blade down the front of your blouse,  cutting away the buttons,  you hear them hit the floor with little crackling noises as the knife point moves over your breasts,  cutting away the thin material.  Then its on to your skirt,  a few quick slashes and its reduced to a pile on the floor,  leaving you in just your scanty bra and panties.  The battle for your body is over,  but you still have your will,   You can still fight your submission in your mind and heart.  You want to make me earn your submission,  and that will have to come with something much more.   But now,  the whipping and caning that followed is over,  the icy cold water that was dumped over you has evaporated.   your strength is played out,  your arms ache,  and the angry red stripes criss-cross your naked back, butt and breasts.  in just a few short hours,  you are completely wasted,  spiritually,  emotionally,  physically.   You know now you have done what you needed to do.   As you gasp and look at your punished body,  you hear my foot steps,  you close your eyes,  and allow that warm sense of relief envelop you,  as you feel yourself being lowered into my arms,  and bury your head in my chest,  feeling warm and floaty in the comfort and security it provides.  You feel safe.

5/26/2006 7:34:08 PM: SO I went to D/s toy chest in CT.  Nice people.  I go there occasionally and hang.  we end up talking about all kinds of things,  D/s to Geopolitic.