The photo above is from a session back in December. Domina Irene Boss visited Chicago and one of my regulars decided to take the plunge to see both of us. Bondage and CBT were the themes of that particular session. We tied him up, pierced his balls, and hooked him up to multiple electrical boxes. The piercings we did as well as his more permanent piercings were fair game for shocks and vibrations. I remember making sure he waited in the car for a bit to come down before we went to have sushi together. From the photo it is obvious I am having a blast! The energy exchanged was truly something I will never forget.

So, why bring this up now? Well, my previous post included a piercing video that included electricity as well. I thoroughly love CBT! Over the next few weeks I'm going to highlight in this blog specifically why I love the activities I include in my videos.

CBT can cover so much ground. Whether it's punching, kicking, slapping, piercing, using electricity, crushers, weights, scratching and more I enjoy it all. So, I love this activity because it can be so diverse and incorporate just about anything. I can do a multiple hour session using just my hands and feet. I can find things from seemingly "vanilla" stores to use in sessions. Yes, my meat pounder and electric toothbrush have come out on a few occasions. (Of course the electric toothbrush is only used for CBT and not ever in my mouth!) To some, the tightest CBB is the end all and be all...though I think it's an excellent beginning.

CBT can be used for control. The first thing which comes to mind is chastity and the great pains some of my subjects have endured during longer sentences. Chastity in and of itself can have volumes written on it, but I will describe some of the pains my submissives have reported. One of my charges was locked in a Ms. Lori's Tube. If you're not familiar, this device requires a genital piercing. The device incorporates the piercing to firmly hold you in. Any stirrings are quite painful. This reminded my charge of his place and who had control over him...constantly. Of course there is also the release part. Having another charge utilize Biofreeze as lubricant for his release was a shock to him. He could not release and therefore was put back into chastity. In this case he had the psychological torment of not being able to release as well as the physical anguish. He was a begging and pleading mess that promised nearly anything in exchange for his sentence to be ended. Control the orgasm...control the man.

CBT can be used to feminize. Now this is something I hope to experiment with more. I want nothing more than to suture a male's bits to make them look like a pussy. Repeated kicks to the balls have also been followed by a certain explanation and question. "Many women have to endure almost a week each month of harsh cramping. You want to be more feminine, don't you? Then endure!" The ritual of piercing followed by bleeding can also be a male's "menstruation".

Besides suturing, I hope to add more electrical devices to my collection. The Eros Tek 312 is currently on my wishlist. I have played with other Dominas who have this device and can't wait to have my own! I have a particular male in mind who I'd love to introduce the concept of forced orgasms. Stay tuned to my store for more CBT videos!

As mentioned in a previous blog entry, I will be visiting Scranton, PA. My dates are finally confirmed. I will be visiting the notorious Vendela Zane on September 15th to 18th! Solo and double sessions are available. To book your time with me/us, you may email me directly at MistressNatalyaZ@gmail.com or call the studio. The direct studio line is 888.274.4909.

For more information on Vendela Zane, visit

My entries have been few and far between, though I've promised myself I'd be better about blogging. It's difficult when so much happens all at once! As many of my associates say, "there aren't enough hours in the day!"

Recently I started training a new lifestyle sub. He has certain qualities that often take a long time for others to grasp. We have many mutual shared interests, and all around this seems to be a wonderful fit. Taking someone on in this manner is not something I take lightly. Our latest play time involved an activity I've developed an affinity for. I believe slaves should have many talents...one of which being the ability to paint with any orifice. Maybe I've developed a new fetish? The idea of a slave painting with a brush grasped in a pussy or asshole sends delightful shivers down my spine.

The first slave to do this was doggie. Her first attempt was awful and barely legible. She was thoroughly punished for even deciding to show such dreadful work. Her second attempt was much better. The letters of her poem were the same height and the spacing was even. Her poem read, "Ass banana, ass ass banana. I don't need no manna, just my ass banana." This was in reference to a previous play time.

Now, my new male pet did a wonderful job on his first try! He had been instructed to refrain from jerking off for a week and a half. I had him write haikus to describe his sexual frustration. When I finally saw him face to face he knew what was coming. All the proper supplies were waiting on the kitchen table. Below is the result of that evening:



I admire his tenacity in finishing this assignment and look forward to his continued training.

On a different note...the "High Pervy Holidays" of Chicago are almost upon us! What I mean is Memorial Day Weekend. Chicago has both IML and Shibaricon packed into one weekend. As I've mentioned before, I wish Shibaricon would be on a different weekend-since IML has been a tradition for three decades-and it's impossible to get as much as you'd want to out of both. I'll be making an appearance at IML this year and helping throw Vespertine. This lovely women only play party is held by Daddy Sky, Candyxxx, and Ammo this time around. These fine Ladies are part of my pervy family here in Chicago. For more information on Vespertine, see the flier below:





I hope to see many of the scene's fine ladies there!

A slave has informed me someone has taken my photos without permission and is using them on a site. While I won't publish the web address of the culprit-I don't want to drive traffic to this person's site-I wanted to make a public statement. These photos were taken by two photographers I admire. The watermarks were removed from the images and this person is posing as me. As with anyone who models, does photography, and edits knows, lots of time and effort goes into these creations. I am angered that all our energies have been misrepresented. I am angered that someone is trying to capitalize on both my image as well as our collective hard work. Steps are being made to rectify this situation.

Despite the negativity, I can't help but think I'm doing something right! Over the past year my website was hacked into three times and now someone is posing as me. As one of the photographers said, "some models wish they were good enough to have their photos ripped." Also, given certain circumstances I can't help but think I was a specific target of hacking because I'm viewed as a threat. While I've been laying low on the Pro Domina front, that doesn't mean I'm going into an early grave. There have been many projects I've been working on obsessively-carrying my creative babies to full term so they're ready to prosper once they're released.

On a completely different note, I've been enjoying some intensely rewarding lifestyle scenes. The names have been omitted or changed to protect the not so innocent. So, gather around my fellow pervies! It's time for a story...

"Don't move while I stick this knife in your cunt." She shuddered a bit bent over the kitchen sink. Doggie's ass was on display, legs spread, and head a few inches away from ice cold water. Her Owner decided to share this pet...and take some photos for our private collection. Though not bound, doggie had to stay still or risk having her pussy cut open by the long silver blade I held.

"You're going to keep that banana in your ass otherwise I'm really going to hurt you." Owner took the banana peel and arranged it nicely on doggie's head. We instructed her to keep her present position though we knew she was getting fatigued. What would happen if she either moved during knife play or knocked the banana peel off her head? I'm sure these thoughts were running through her mind wildly as I switched things up and spanked her with the knife. Owner handed me a long pair of tongs. A knowing look was exchanged-so wonderful to non-verbally communicate with another top. I clamped a large area of nether lips with the tongs, tugged, and proceeded to lightly drag the blade on her exposed bits.

Her whimpers were music to our ears. I could hear the occasional shutter snap as photos were being taken. The banana peel was starting to slide off doggie's head though. While keeping her bits clamped I spanked her harder with the knife then with my hand. I think we both wanted her to fail. We deviously laughed as the peel inevitably fell off her head. Owner put down the camera, grabbed doggie's hair, and shoved her head into the ice cold water-pulling her back up only to be forced back down again and again. One more knowing look was exchanged, and I grabbed her soaking wet hair.

"This is what you fucking get for not following instructions." I promptly shoved her head in the water and held her there...for a while. We could see her muscles tense as she tried to hold her breath. The bubbling and girgling noises doggie made after allowed to breathe were delicious. Owner noticed she was getting excited as moisture was visible on her inner thighs. The banana was sliding out of her ass. As it plopped on the ground, Owner and I grabbed the mushy bits and smeared them into doggie's hair.

"You're a disgrace," Owner said. "And a disgusting mess of a being who can't follow the most simple of instructions," I added. Doggie's head was shoved back into the water by both our forceful hands. Once released to breathe, we spit on the back of her head.

"Go take a shower! Attempt to wash out your dirty gapping holes. We're going out shortly and you'll be put on display in front of our friends. We don't want to be embarrassed to be in the same room with you." Owner and I laughed watching her reddened and banana smeared ass scamper off to the shower.



All of you will be reading more of our adventures over time. What's been going on over the past few weeks could be enough material for a novel...but I'll pace myself.

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It's always wonderful to introduce a new activity to someone who's open to it. This report is from a new slave named stoi. (pronounced "sto eee"). I've copied and pasted his email-without his personal information of course-and put it in italics below.


Anyone who's life is that of a submissive, knows that their relationship with their Dom, is based upon trust and honesty. More so than those in a "normal" relationship. So having this relationship end, and seeking out a new Dom, can be very tedious, and intense. As was the case for me.

After many hours searching Fem Dom directories, and reading countless profiles, reviews, and blogs; I made the decision to contact Mistress Natalya Sadici. Who I now refer to as the sorceress.

Much time was spent corresponding back and forth via email. We shared many thoughts, feelings, and ideas. It was after this that a lunch meeting was set up.

This was not your typical lunch. Along with sharing some of her personal insights, she made it clear that she was a sadist, and enjoyed being one. It ended up being two people sharing thoughts, feelings, and past experiences. Along with many kink related topics. Our last topic for discussion was about our 1st session together. Any questions or concerns were answered, limits and boundaries were established.

It was her sincerity, and openness that stood out most. I left our meeting feeling that she had a good grasp as to me the person, as well as me the sub. The end result of our 1st session was the necessary proof.

The nervousness I was feeling, while knocking on the door of her dungeon, was soon replaced with excitement. Because standing in front of me was this women impeccably dressed in black latex, with a smile on her face.

After a brief tour of the dungeon, and some final thoughts, I was instructed to go into the washroom, and prepare myself. After disrobing, and a few deep breaths, I signaled my readiness. She summoned me in, and commanded me to knee before her. Without any hesitation I was on my knees.

While I was on my knees, she was walking around me, giving me a thorough examination. In a nonsense voice, she told me that today she was in a particularly sadistic mood, and that I was to be her canvass. She followed this statement with the 1st of what I will call her evil snicker. I was going to hear that snicker often during the course of our session. Even now I am able to hear that snicker ring in my head.

Finishing her inspection, she produced a rubber gas mask, with a breathing tube attached to it. While she was fitting it on my head, she shared how much enjoyment she gets out of breath play. Then in a very deliberate way she put her hand over the end of the hose,cutting off any air. It wasn't till I nodded my head completely out of air, that she allowed me air. This was repeated frequently, with increased duration, during the 1st part of the session.

After commanding me to stand, I was led to a steel chair,my legs, arms, and hands were bound. Each and every wrap of the rope was perfectly placed. After finishing tieing me, she took a step back to admire her work. It was then that I took my 1st real look into her eyes. I saw the sadist standing before me.

Reaching into her bag of goodies, she produced a set of nipple clamps. My nipples were clamped, and then the clamps were tied to the chair. Any movement would intensify the pull on my nipples. Letting out with her evil snicker, she proceeded to whip every exposed part of my body, with special attention given to my genitals. At some point she decided that my genitals should be tied, much the same as my nipples; making any movement somewhat painful. Then the sadist began her work, whipping and breath play, back and forth in a unrelenting rhythm, which I thought would have no end. As expected it did not.

She stopped long enough to remove the clamps, and rope, and exchanged the clamps for a forceps type. With each and every click of the clamp tightening, a snicker followed. It was back to the whippings, breath play, and a occasional yank on the nipple clips. It was impossible to control any of my thoughts, I found myself drifting in and out.

After what seemed like a eternity she stopped, removed the gas mask, undid the ropes, and slowly released the clamps to increase the intensity of the blood rushing back to my nipples.

What I did not mention earlier, that during our lunch the subject of needle play was brought up, and I expressed a willingness to tryout this avenue of play.

Commanding me to stand, I was taken over to the medical table. My arms were bound over my head, and my legs tied to the table. Hanging next to me was a vast assortment of implements used in medical play. I starting to feel a rush of emotions come over me.

With her sadistic tone, she asked me if I had any idea of what she had in store for me next. Looking down at my already deformed and tender nipples, all I could do was shake my head yes, but the voice inside was saying oh no. Without any warning I was blindfolded. Hearing all the movement and preparations in the background, feeling her apply a cold liquid to my nipples, made for a intense head rush. A feeling that I haven't had in quite awhile.


She removed the blindfold, and all my attention was focused on her. I knew in my heart once I saw her standing in front of me with the sadistic look, and a needle in one hand, that she was the mistress I had been looking for.

With one hand she pinched and pulled my nipple, and in a very deliberate manner, inserted the 1st of what was to be 6 needles into my nipples. Each of the needles were perfectly placed, with all of them running in different directions. Needle play for me was awesome, I was able to experience new and exciting sensations. Actually I really did not what it to end.

Once she removed the last needle, her attention turned to carefully attending my wounds. Which much to my surprise were barely visible. She untied me, and gave me a minute to gather myself, I think she could sense my buzz.

I was then taken to her whipping bench, my arms and legs were tightly bound. There I was face down, with my bum positioned for her pleasure. After some paddling and whipping, and with that evil snicker I was told that this is just a warm up. With her sadistic tone she said that after this little warm up, that she planned to whale on my bum. Which is exactly what she did. Methodically she whipped me, with every change of her whip, came a increase in the whips sting. My struggles were useless against this relentless attack.

Soon any background noise disappeared, it was replaced with the sound of the whip striking my skin, and then it was just me, and the sting of the whip. I was in a unbelievable head space.

When the whipping finally ended, I was untied, left with my body quivering, completely drained, and unable to move. After a few minutes, she helped me up, and instructed me to get dressed.

After dressing, I returned to the dungeon, we shared some final thoughts, and then I left. I left with my head in the clouds, in the ultimate sub space, already thinking of our next meeting.

Valentine's/Valencrime's Day is fast approaching. As a treat, I've decided to lower the rates on my phone domination lines. I AM NOT, however, lowering my rates for real time sessions. There is already a discount in place for those who enjoy longer sessions.

Today I'll be available to chat about fetishes and play on the phone from 3pm to 6pm CST.

MNTP sent this lovely gem to my email. The following has been cut and paste from an email. Nothing has been changed or altered. I've only removed my play thing's real name for discretion purposes.

Enjoy...

(For background, the reader should know that the following moments ensued after Mistress Natalya devised a particularly trying predicament to utilize a new toy, a 1" wide split steel stretcher, that Natalya helped me to acquire. I was bound on my hands and knees atop a bondage bench, chest pressed onto bench and very vulnerable) . . .

Nearly in tears from the sensory overload, my head was spinning even while my body was firmly secured upon the kneeling bench. While I was tightly bound at my knees and elbows, keeping me in a vulnerable position, Natalya allowed me enough movement to squirm forward as she relentlessly probed and stimulated me. Deviously ingenious, she used the stretcher that had become a new favorite toy as a tool in this devilish predicament. My arousal from her handling of me would build to what I felt had to be the point of bursting as she would continue to probe and manipulate, and my natural response was to escape . . . get away from the stimulation that would casue me to transgress the forbidden boundry of losing control. Each attempt to escape, to squirm away, was ultimately restricted by the stretcher. Before I could even comprehend my own movements, I would find myself drawn taut beyond what I thought I could bear. I was sweating profusely as I clutched new depressions into the hard wood of the bench. My chest slid slickly across the leather of the bench, my whole body thrust forward, away from Natalya and her probing hands -- my whole body, except for my balls, that is. Only as I was stretched (ironically, under my own power) to the point of breaking would I realize that Natalya's relentless probing had, if fact, relented, and that I was receeeding (if only barelly) away from the brink of orgasm. As I would almost catch my breath and sigh as relief washed over me, I would hear her laugh and feel her hands on my hips, slowly but firmly pulling me back, the relief from the stretching receding only to be replaced with a new feeling of trepidation as she started in anew. I felt an entirely new wave of stimulation and pleasure building, one that I would have to resist to heed my instructions from Natalya. Her laughter was in my ears as I began to squirm away, stretching myself again, pulling myself to the point where the steel cuff bolted around me and my own tolerance for pain would permit no further escape, desparately hoping that Natalya would relent in her delivery of pleasure and spare me the shame of losing control. How did I get here, to a place where I was so single-mindedly driven to escape pleasure, that I would physically stretch myself to the limit of my endurance to avoid it? How did I fall into a mindset where the discomfort was a relief and I sought refuge from pleasure at the boundaries of my pain tolerance? While it was a mystery, slowly unlocking itself to me, someone in the room knew exactly the path to clear to lead me there, and I heard her laugh again as she pulled me back for a yet another revolution of this wicked cycle.

I'd like to give a public thank you to slave jim. There's a new electrical device he helped add to my collection. It's tempting to gush all about it here, but I want to leave a certain level of mystery for those of you who have sessions coming up. A lady can't give away all the tools she has in her kinky toolbox, can she? ;)

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Chastity slut jeff(from now on he'll be referred to as csj) has been locked away for almost a month and a half now. His slave goo is building up and poisoning his mind...perhaps so much that he can't answer simple questions through email.

Part of his punishment is posting his dilemma in this blog. The other part is to add more to his sentence. He always gets embarrassed when I mention his state to others:) I don't want my toy to build up an infection, but despite his state he needs to answer simple questions.

For those of you who are traveling and need to reach me more quickly, I've started a new option...to leave a message on my 24/7 informative voice mail box. The message is a few minutes in length.

Here's the number:
(641)715-3900 ext. 80010#

You MUST put in the extension and the pound sign to reach my voice mail box!

Saturday's festivities still have me on a top high! Though I don't have a full fledged dungeon or much dungeon furniture in my home, I've managed to use a few items to my benefit. It's awesome to be creative and use my personal toy collection. Yes, I have separate toys for the special ones in my life:)

Though I won't disclose all the yummy details-some things are best left private-I will give an overall description...I topped a lovely male and female simultaneously, played them off each other using predicament bondage, then gave the female an impromptu lesson on topping males. I wanted to see how switchable said female was and will be. Perhaps I should buy stock in lubricant...

Today I made the journey to FedEx to pick up the gorgeous package of Vex they were holding hostage. (It's ridiculous that if I order FedEx ground, it gets sent to LaGrange, but if I order it FedEx express, I can pick it up down the street. No matter. I've always said I love anticipation.) Opening the box greeted me with the lovely smell of brand new rubber! I had to smell the box for a few moments before I dove in to examine my treasures. First, I pulled out a rubber army cap. The design is delightful and fit my small head perfectly. After that, I took out the main course...my new trench dress. I got it in olive with black accents. Though I had drooled over pictures of it online for ages, my jaw still dropped as I held it up. Laura totally out did herself. I can't wait to play and session in it! The lines and curves of the cut are perfect.

Here's a photo from her website to help your imagination:

So...if you want to see me regularly in new rubber and other fetish goodies, inquire about how you can contribute to make that happen. This new acquisition was made possible by the generous tips slaves have given me. Thank you very much! You know who you are:)

Over the weekend danimal and I attended Norell's birthday party. Yes, there will be many fun pictures to see later on. I think we need to recover from it all!

In theme with the party-Paparazzi-every way you turned, someone was taking your picture. Miss Bee, Miss Ammo, and Maria the Purple Goddess were in attendance. Maria did two separate burlesque performances that made everyone drool and salivate. The fluidity of her movements and ease in which she removed her outfits had many jaws dropping.

After the second performance, Miss Ammo and Maria decided to raise hell on Norell's behind! Of course I had to get in on the action. Norell was propped on a stand in front of huge picture windows. The music was blarring and her bum was already quite warm by the time I got to it. Our lovely blonde had three ladies spanking away to the music in front of a large crowd to the music. I'm not sure which ended up more red...her bum or her face! After a while I could feel welts raise. She's going to have a hard time sitting for a while:)

When we finished, Miss Bee put Norell over her knee for a good old fashioned OTK spanking. I could hear her cries over the music. It was lovely. Later on, Ammo and I molested her like the dirty bitches we are! Lots of breast grabbing and nipple pinching ensued.

The split of kinky people vs. vanilla was pretty interesting. During the evening, some guy kept saying, "I'm so glad I came here! I got to see spanking, drink a lot..." He started asking about suspension and if we orgasmed while we were up. I didn't stick around to really answer that question. Leave it to a guy to automatically think our motivations to do something painful are purely orgasmic.

At the end of the evening, you'd think Norell was turning thousands of years old by all the spankings! I'm looking forward to our more private celebration this coming weekend...

Some great people have been coaxed out of hiding. We're putting our collective creative energies together to make great art. Most of this stuff will be held onto for a members area to my website, but I'll post a few juicy morsels soon!

I'm off to shoot and play...

I just received the writing below. It's from a new slave who I'm working with to expand his boundaries. This gives a slave's perspective of both the negotiation process and our play time. It has not been edited.

"What if She never responds to my inquiry? What if She doesn't find me worthy Her time and attention? Did I answer all of the questions to Her satisfaction?" These are some of the questions I was asking myself after submitting the online application through Mistress Natalya's website. I really desired to serve Her the very first moment I saw Her pictures and read through Her website.

Some time later I was honored with a response from Mistress Natalya. She asked me further questions and also informed me of a protocol She requires of all new slaves. Before I could hope to session with Her, I had to pass a screening process consisting of email communication and a meeting in a public place. I found the process very educating. I learned a lot from this truly professional Disciplinarian through our email correspondence, including some things about myself. Even before I had the pleasure of meeting with Her face to face, I felt very intimidated by Her strong and very demanding personality. She was able to get me to confess all my desires, and to tell Her all the information She wanted to know about me. I also felt like I got to know Her during the process. I was really looking forward to our initial meeting.

That day finally arrived. I was very nervous and uncertain of how things would go. I was amazed when I saw this beautiful Woman with my own eyes. The feeling of intimidation that I had during our email communication only intensified when I was sitting in front of Her. Her sharp eyes were piercing through my skin as She could read my thoughts and my soul. I felt like I was melting and didn't know where to lay my eyes as looking directly into Hers seemed too dangerous. The words coming out through Her pretty lips sounded like firm commands, even during the moments we were talking about coffee or restaurant food. Mistress Natalya didn't even try to scare or intimidate me, but I just couldn't help this feeling while being around Her. She is a natural Female Supremacist and Disciplinarian, and I could sense it very intensively throughout the entire time I was with Her.

I was so happy when Mistress Natalya informed me later She would allow me to have a session with Her. The time between our meeting in the cafe and the first session was filled with anticipation and high anxiety on my part. At all times, I could hear Her voice in my head as She was talking about different aspects of BDSM, discipline, and humiliation. As the day of the session was approaching, I was feeling more and more nervous, and I was wondering what would happen to me in the hands of this strict beautiful Woman.

The day and the hour have finally arrived. I again couldn't believe my own eyes when I saw Mistress Natalya as She opened the door of the dungeon. Her outfit was a mixture of the old-fashioned taste of a strict Disciplinarian combined with sexuality and provocation: a black skirt at about knee length, a white not fully buttoned shirt, black high heel shoes, and stockings, each with a black stripe rising at the back. Even before Mistress Natalya spoke Her first words, I could smell discipline in the air; a punishment seemed unavoidable.

It was immediately made obvious to me why I was there. I was ordered to strip and to place my belonging in a basket. As Mistress Natalya took some of the clothing off me, She then conducted a very humiliating inspection of my body, including my ears, mouth, and most private parts as well. Mistress Natalya very quickly proceeded to the punishment. I was first disciplined in a standing position with my legs apart and my hands spread above my head. She combined it with one of my biggest weaknesses - nipple torture. Her metal devices were painfully tightening on my nipples in between the lashes She was administering to my body. As Mistress Natalya informed me at some point, the clamps eventually had to come off. It wasn't, however, in the way I was hoping. When She pulled the chain joining the clamps, I fell to the ground in agony.

Before I was ordered on a spanking bench, Mistress Natalya used a rope to make multiple knots along my body and to bind my hands behind my back. I couldn't believe how skillful Her beautiful hands were, working with the rope. A few times I dared to look at Mistress Natalya's eyes - She looked back at me with the same sharp eyes that intimidated me the first time I met with Her. She never smiled to me; She kept threatening me with Her dangerous cold eyes. When I was secured on the bench, the second - more intense phase of the beating began. A single tail whip and a cane left the biggest impact on my body and on my mind. Mistress Natalya purposely tied my hands in such a way that I had small room for movement. That was to see if I could control myself. I wasn't doing too well. Struggling in pain, my hands were wondering with attempts to cover my bottom cheeks and my fingers were whipped a few times. Mistress Natalya made it clear to me at the end that the severity of my punishment was far from the level that would satisfy Her. I realized that and had no choice but to acknowledge and accept the fact that during our next encounter my limits would be pushed much further.

It took me a good amount of time to return to my normal state of mind afterwards. My experience with Mistress Natalya had a huge impact on me and I know that things will not be the same as they were before I met Her. Our relationship will shape me into a male being of Her satisfaction, no matter how demanding, unpleasant and painful this might turn out to be for me. But I am ready and happy to please Her and take whatever She sees fit and appropriate for me. Thank You Mistress Natalya!

For those of you who'd like to hear my voice, ask me questions about sessions, enact a fantasy over the phone, or be verbally degraded, I'm going to be taking calls on Thursdays through Keen.com. My schedule is subject to change, so I suggest staying tuned in to my blog and Keen page.

***edit on 10/24/07 I decided to add a whole, "Phone Domination" page to my site. They include buttons to see if I'm available which directly link you to Keen. For those of you who are new to Keen and are interested in a phone session, email me. There's a special promotion where I can send you three free minutes. My email address is MistressNatalya@gmail.com

Even when I promise to just tie people up for photos, I somehow end up in the photos...

Through my time as a lifestyle and pro domina, my tastes and style have gone through many evolutions. Certain types of play I reserve for my personal play partners, and I've been exposed to many things that stimulate and titillate. One thing that has remained constant is my knowledge of how BDSM, D/s, fetish and role play can help others. It's as therapeutic as it is fun!

There is nothing like a real time encounter, but I've decided to open up a paid phone line. The idea came about when couples and single males started emailing me with questions and stories of experiences they've had. As word spread, I found myself becoming a BDSM advisor of sorts. Unfortunately, due to my busy schedule I can't sit down and talk with everyone over a sushi dinner(although I'd love to). The next best thing is to have a phone line for this specific purpose.
This line is called, "Domina Natalya's BDSM advice and confessional". You can either call or set up an appointment through Keen.com. Here's the number:
1-800-ASK-KEEN, extension 02106077


The second line I've opened up is for general slave training and domination. As more and more people are exposed to BDSM, D/s, fetish and role play, protocol often gets thrown by the way side. This is an excellent way for potential first time clients to get an idea of what I expect in real time sessions. My long distance slaves can also receive assignments and inquire about types of play they haven't tried in real time yet.
Here's the number:
1-800-ASK-KEEN, extension 02095515


Last, but certainly not least is the humiliation line. As I've put in my listing, this line is not for those with fragile egos and closed minds! I enjoy humiliation as a form of edge play and know it can be a cathartic experience for those who need ego removal to proceed with training. This line lets me use my full creative capacity in this type of play.
Here's the number:
1-800-ASK-KEEN, extension 02095521


For those of you who are new to Keen, my full listing can be seen at:www.keen.com/Natalya Sadici
In the next few weeks I hope to add recordings of some of my personal play time encounters. I just have to get used to how the site wants audio files uploaded. I'm also working on a website overhaul. There will be direct link buttons to the lines with a special offer for new Keen clients. I will post in my blog once this massive overhaul is completed!

I hope to talk to, help, dominate, and keep in touch with many interesting individuals through my phone lines. Remember: each call helps me expand my toy and wardrobe collection so I can offer a wider variety of real time sessions.

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