Evil genius

EvilGenius

Some people have commented both here and on my Tumblr that Mistress Fiona is an evil genius after I wrote about her recent penchant for ruining my orgasms, I’d like to put the record straight on this point here and now: you are absolutely correct but you don’t even know the half of it!

I’ve talked here about a few of the more significant things that Mistress has me do, the blow job service for example, but not much about the little things she comes up with that reinforce her position over me but also keep my mind focused on what she wants it focused on.

Here is an example; one day whilst I was in New York we spoke shortly after I got up and before I headed to the office. You’ll remember that I had to wear a vibrating egg and vibrating anal plug whenever I was in the apartment there and she could control them from her phone. Throughout the conversation she had the anal plug on and kept changing the intensity at which it vibrated inside me, she never once mentioned this, it was just something that went on throughout the call and I accepted without question.

When it was time for the call to end so that I could go to work she gave me a simple order, to remove the plug and then spread a generous amount of vaseline between my ass cheeks covering every part that would normally touch. I thought it a strange request at the time but I knew what she was trying to achieve the moment I started walking down the street.

I don’t know how to describe this effectively but I’ll try my best. Your body has a natural way of “being”, your flesh, muscle and fat sit in a certain way and your body is used to it and doesn’t register in your brain when, for instance, your ass cheeks sit against each other and don’t separate or move against each other when you walk. What does register though is if there is some slippery substance that causes your ass cheeks to slide over each other with every movement.

The effect Mistress was hoping for, and the effect she was successful in creating was that I couldn’t move all day without thinking about my ass. For those of you who’ve been fucked in your ass it was like I’d had anal sex and the cum was leaking from my ass, except it felt like it was leaking out all day.

I don’t even really know why but this made me incredibly horny and by the time I got back to the apartment that evening my pussy was easily as lubricated as my ass was. Such a simple thing that made a significant difference to my mindset throughout the day.

In a similar vein of keeping a certain part of my body at the forefront of my thoughts is another trick that she has used several times. Using a pencil she will push a balloon into my pussy and then use a hand pump to inflate it. She doesn’t make it large, painful or even uncomfortable but just large enough for me feel full, then she will tie a piece of string to it and push the remaining part inside me.

Once it is inside only the string protrudes and is hardly noticeable, it’s hard to describe the feeling but any girls reading will understand when I say it feels “full”. It makes me even wetter than usual and the change between sitting and standing creates a noticable shift inside and you can’t help but think about your pussy.

The balloon isn’t inflated enough for there to be any chance of it popping so it’s perfectly safe in terms of it causing injury or being detected by people around you and a few times she has had great fun extracting it later without deflating it first.

Finally one of her favourite things, the kobayashi maru clamp, or that’s what I call it anyway. If you don’t get the reference then, well it’s probably a good thing and I’m not going to explain it for fear of further exposing my geekiness!

561339_sk_lgThe clamp in question is of the type that I would call “binder clips”, the picture on the right shows what I mean. When used on flesh these clips are particularly nasty clamps and once attached it is possible to squeeze the metal handles together and remove them which makes it virtually impossible to open the clip.

Mistress is fond of applying these to various parts of my anatomy and then allowing me to remove them whenever I please. The only effective way to do so though is to pull them off and that is incredibly painful, the level of pain is dependant on where the clamp has been placed, obviously, but also on how long it has been on. Therein lies the particularly devious part, you are extremely reluctant to pull the clip off because you know how much it will hurt but at the same time you are thinking that every minute it stays on it will be worse when it comes off, a no-win situation.

A particularly cruel example of this was when Mistress blindfolded me naked and then attached one of these clamps to each pussy lip, one to each nipple and one to my tongue. She then tied string around them and tied the nipple and pussy ones to the bed head that I was stood next to and the tongue one to a ring in the ceiling. Finally she cuffed my wrists behind my back.

After a lengthy cropping of my thighs, ass and breasts which I was completely helpless to defend myself from, she left the room stating that she would be waiting for me downstairs. Having had my, now numb, tongue pulled up and out of my mouth for some time I had drool all over me and was desperate to get down from my predicament.

Even if Mistress hadn’t removed the handles from the clips it would have been impossible for me to remove them normally so I had no choice but to pull each of the clamps off by moving away from where they were tied.

Thinking it would be easiest I crouched until the string from my tongue was taut and then jerked back, the pain was intense and it felt like my tongue immediately swelled up. Next I did the same sort of motion with my nipples, thinking it would be better to just get it over with I moved until they both felt taut and then yanked. Only one came off which was excruciating in itself but the other one merely dragged across the sensitive skin of my nipple and then pinched unbearable right on the tip of it.

With my knees feeling weak from the strain of the extended bondage, the pain of the whipping and now the systematic abuse of my most sensitive parts I quickly yanked it off the tip of my nipple causing the post pain yet to shoot through my left breast.

Later I found out that Mistress had watch the whole thing with great amusement and arousal as I struggled to free myself from the torturous bondage she had put me in.

The final two were the worst, there was little choice other than to pull them both off at once and this time I was successful in doing so but the pain was out of this world! The clamping pain is one thing, it is very painful but over the years I’ve got used to how it feels, it’s the scraping, scratching sensation that makes it so much worse.

By the time I got downstairs and removed the blindfold my nipples, pussy lips and tongue were all swollen and all had small scratches and cuts on them that stung painfully. Mistress cleaned each one gently and then knelt me in front of her so that I could use my newly enlarged tongue to thank her properly.

P.s. ten points if you can guess the reference of the header image!

Immediate correction


One of the things that Mistress says I “let slide” whilst I was single is my discipline towards my Dominants and it is something she has concentrated training on. Usually this comes in the form of what she terms “immediate correction” although that can come in many forms, for example humiliation or…pain. 

A couple of weeks ago I was out shopping with Mistress, we were in a well known (in the UK) high street shop and She was looking at some clothes. I honestly can’t remember what I said to her now but it was some off-hand sarcastic comment at her expense. This is part of my personality, I can be very “cheeky” and often use sarcasm especially with my friends. I have to mentally keep this in check when speaking to Mistress especially when in public as she considers it highly inappropriate for me not to speak to her respectfully in public. 

I knew I’d slipped up as soon as I spoke, her demener changed from casually browsing clothes to focussing directly on me, she walked over and said “What did you say?”, I blushed and looked at my feet but she pushed my chin up with her finger and I repeated what I’d said. She told me to spread my legs which I did despite being conscious of other people being close to us, although the clothes racks hid us well. As I spread my legs slipped my skirt up a little and then with no warning kneed me in the pussy.

The combination of the unexpectedness of it and the pain buckled my knees and I basically fell into Mistress clutching my pussy with one hand, she hugged me and held me tight and stroked my hair for at least a couple of minutes until I was ready. She asked if I was ok and I nodded so she let me go and continued shopping, nothing more was said but my pussy throbbed for the rest of the shopping trip and I was respectful every time I spoke to Mistress. 

Punishment

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Mistress has an amazing selection of shoes and from time to time I “borrow” a pair when I go out or even just for work. She generally isn’t there to ask for permission so I usually just assume it will be fine and to be honest I didn’t think she ever really noticed.

Then one day a while back she told me that she did notice and although she wasn’t really bothered she did say I should ask in future, it was a small off the cuff sort of comment and I didn’t really pay much attention to it and just carried on as normal.

Yesterday when I arrived home from work in a pair of her Jimmy Choo heels she was waiting for me and after forcing me to strip of everything but the shoes and forcing me to my knees  she demanded to know why I ignored her instructions and continued to take things that didn’t belong to me without permission.

It was sooo humiliating the way she spoke to me, like I was a child who’d be caught stealing sweets or something and I have to admit it was making me a little wet. I smirked a little and said I was sorry in as convincing a way as I could.

She wasn’t laughing and wasn’t impressed, it began to dawn on me that she was genuinely mad with me. She grabbed my hair and almost dragged me to the dining room before forcing me into a chair. On the table in front of me was a wooden chopping board with a hammer and two nails and a blindfold resting on it.

She told me to put on the blindfold, which I did with my heart beating pretty fast through fear and excitement over what might be going to happen next. When the blindfold was in place she told me to place my “thieving hands”, palm up on the wood.

I was genuinely scared then, my eyes started to well up and I told Mistress how sorry I was and promised that I wouldn’t take any more shoes or anything else but she repeated her command to place my hands on the wooden board.

I can’t tell you how much self-control and pure submissiveness it took to lift my hands and place them on the board in front of me. My hands were trembling and tears were running from my eyes soaking the blindfold, I’ve never felt that fearful of doing anything in BDSM before in my life.

Mistress placed one of the nails in each hand and then picked one up and placed it point down in the middle of my left palm. I could feel the sharp point digging into the soft skin of my hand as she said “Do you know why I am doing this?”, I nodded my head and said “Please Mistress I’m sorry” but she replied with “If you were sorry you wouldn’t have kept doing it and forced me into this action Lois”. I didn’t know what to say so I just bowed my head and nodded.

I was genuinely petrified as I waited with my mind completely focused on the tiny pain of the sharp nail digging into my hand that was about to burst into agony.

I sensed the movement in her body as she lifted the heavy hammer and  I sucked air in wincing in preparation as she swung it down. I jumped so much as adrenaline filled my body but managed to keep my hand still as she drove the hammer into the wooden board nowhere near my hand.

She immediately pulled the blindfold off my eyes as my brain tried to catch up with what had just happened, or rather what hadn’t happened. She pulled me off the chair onto the floor and into my arms cradling me as sobs burst out of me, It was like a massive release and I just cried for about ten minutes in her arms.

Eventually I looked up at her and she kissed me deeply and passionately and I kissed her back. Eventually she said “Are you going to take my shoes without asking again?”, I smiled and said “No Mistress” and then kissed her again.

She does so love fucking with my mind!

Sorry I didn’t finish the needles evening post, I will really try to get it done this week x