I was working in another dungeon setup. There was a male business owner, and the space was on the first floor of a really old building. The floors were hard wood with gauges from years of high heels and furniture being moved around. We had a porn store on the side as you came in, but there were bars across the front door and more on the inside before you could set foot in the actual space.
I had just changed into less pervy attire, when I heard the front door buzzer. Confirming with another Domina that no more sessions were booked that day, I pushed the intercom button.
"Who is this?"
"It's..(garbled)"
"I didn't quite catch that. Do you have an appointment?"
"It's (garbled)...(static)I want to have a session with a professional-uh dominatrix."
"Well you sure as fuck are going about this the wrong way! How the hell did you find this space?"
I clicked on the security cameras to make sure the guy wasn't with anyone else. My fellow Dom friend and I looked at each other with devilish grins. There was a young guy-barely 23-drenched in the rain, just waiting for a response. I gave the other Domina a knowing nod.
"We're going to let you in on one condition."
"And what's that?"
"You do everything we say without question. Is that clear?"
(Pause)
"Have you lost your courage?"
"No."
"Are you just being a pussy now?"
"Ok ok! I agree. Can I please come in?"
A loud whine of the security bars lifting filled the air. The boy promptly knocked on the door. I couldn't hold back my sadistic laughter. This male specimen had no idea what he was walking into.
After pressing a remote button to open the door, the kid almost ran face first into the second set of bars. The other Domina and I started laughing maniacally.
"You are way too fucking eager!" I shouted at him while strolling up to the bars. "Empty your pockets and slide everything through the bars."
He hesitantly did as he was told.
"Get down on your knees with your hands behind your back. Under no circumstances are you to move, speak, or do anything without permission. Is that clear?"
"Uh-yes."
"If you do anything we deem inappropriate, we're going to remove you from the premises in a very unpleasant manner. Trust us...you do not want to experience that method. Do you understand the terms of your submission?"
"Yes."
"I am going to open the second set of bars now."
As the bars slid out of the way. The boy was on his knees as was told. My Domina friend and I(I'll call her J for brevity. Although she had no name in the dream.) grabbed him by his elbows and dragged him like a rag doll into the center play area. He started shaking with his eyes wide. Domina J rapidly tied his arms and legs spread eagle to four sturdy eyebolts in the floor. I opened a chest of toys and slowly pulled out a few implements while interrogating the boy.
"Do you realize how much of a predicament you're in?"
"I was hoping to-"
"Does it look like we give a shit about your hopes? You NEVER EVER show up at a Domina's play space without booking a session. Right now it would have been better for you if we called the police."
I carefully pulled out a pair of knarled sewing sheers and cut off all his clothes. Domina J sat on his chest to hold him down. He started squirming in fear as the sheers came close to his boy bits. Despite his raging hard on, we could see the mix of sheer terror and intrigue in his eyes.
"Do you realize that seeing a Pro Domina is a privilege, not a right for every male creature with a hard on for kink? Did you even come with a tribute?"
"What's a tribute?"
Domina J sneered and spit in his face. She walked over to the door and went through the contents of his pockets. He had no wallet...just some receipts from meals and a padlock.
"Now how the hell did you expect to have a session with a Pro Domina without a tribute?"
His skin started to bead with sweat.
"You're not going to answer our questions?" Domina J balked. "I can't believe the nerve of some males."
My blood started to boil. What the hell was going on? I decided to make this experience as long and unpleasant for the boy as possible. Domina J handed me a box of 14 gauge needles. The boy started whining and trying to struggle against his bonds. I grabbed his hair and spoke millimeters from his face.
"I am going to slide each needle through your skin as slowly as humanly possible. You are going to be adorned with every needle in this box. If we think that's not enough...I'm sure we have other boxes."
Each needle going in resulted in a shrill scream from the boy. His whole body was red and shaking after the first two. Stinking sweat dripped from his armpits and forehead.
"Do you ever shower, or do you naturally smell like a pig that's rolled around in shit?" Domina J started laughing.
Hours must have passed as we slowly inserted over 300 needles into the boy. At this point he was pale, cold, and clamy. After taking turns spitting in and smacking his face, Domina J and I took an equally long time removing the needles. His blood oozed a bright red onto the floor.
"Don't think we're finished yet. This is a lesson for you. Your tribute is being payed in blood rather than dollars."
I asked Domina J to bring my scalpels.
"Since you thought with nothing but your small head," I paused to point at his penis. "We're going to make sure you never forget the consequences of not using your big head to make decisions."
The boy started screaming and thrashing wildly.
"You're not going to chop it off are you? I'll do anything! Anything!"
"We're not going to chop it off, but you won't be able to use it comfortably for a while."
"What do you mean by that?"
Domina J was losing her temper. "Do you really think you're in any position to question our actions? You're an irresponsible intruder who'll be lucky to leave with anything in tact!" She punched him in the nose. I could hear the bone crunch. Strangely, this made him quite down. He regulated his breathing and stared blankly into space. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was going into shock. Domina J and I looked at each other and walked into our kitchen area. We both grabbed a class of cool water. After hearing some whimpers, we dumped our glasses out on his face.
Slowly, I pulled out the first scalpel from its packaging. The boy tried very hard not to look at it.
"You can close your eyes, but you're going to feel every slice."
With precision, I grabbed the head of his penis and made the first slice. This slice extended his existing urethra down. His screams were near deafening. I decided to make the second vertical slice on the head more quickly in order to spare our ears.
"Congratulations! You have a pacman penis!" Domina J and I burst out laughing in a fit of girlish giggles. After containing ourselves, I pulled out the second scalpel.
"Now...you're going to wear the mark of your first lesson." I handed Domina J another scalpel. We gave each other a knowing nod.
By the time we were finished, the boy had the following permanently scarred on his chest:
I will always bring at least $250 for each hour I want to play with a Pro Dom.
After completing this bloody feat, Domina J and I tossed the naked, bleeding, and scarred boy into the raining streets of the city.
***It goes without saying that this never occured. I would never actually do this to an intruder.
Failure is not falling down. Failure is not getting up once you've fallen. Thank you to the guy who wrote this. It's strange how you read or see things and meet people when you need to. Perhaps it's further proof that we're all connected.
I've learned and grown so much this week...
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This Saturday will mark the first week my slave has been in enforced chastity. To the left is one of a few photos he sent me. I say, "enforced", because I am the sole key holder of the chastity device. He can't slide this off, masturbate, and try to slip it back on.
In the past I've been approached by many males who wanted to attempt chastity. When it came down to it, keys were never sent, devices were never purchased, and I was one unhappy lady! It brings me great amusement and happiness to finally have someone come through. There are so many people who love the idea of this level of submission, but it was best kept to mental fantasy.
This slave's current assignment is to keep a journal for me. Since there are many misconceptions about chastity, I thought it would be a great opportunity to educate others if I posted his entries on a semi-regular basis. We'll see how this goes...
Here are some photos I shot with depix. The space had a great ambiance and I loved that anyone could stumble into our shoot! I think we may have left some lube trails behind...
Due to my busy schedule, I haven't had the time to check and respond to emails in a timely manner. When I do check emails, I get a load of the following:
Hi Natalya Sadici , I find now why this world a bad world is!
The People are not made intellect, intellectual create fault in think
of good is or not good!
GOD made people not with intellect of animal! a magic power tree wit
apple give people intellect, intellectual!
God made Earth and made Adam (men) and Eva (women) are good People!
GOD give people no intellect, intellectual! God they against Adam
and Eva, does not go of that tree eats with the apple if you will
there with of get you intellect, intellectual of people today!! (GOD
knew that when people got intellect, intellectual them people do
crazy thins!! but Eva were this way stupid ad eat of the apple! The
woman became beautiful and sexy and executes and adam now also of the
apple!
I kept out the name of the person who sent this to protect his identity. Hopefully all of you got a good laugh. When I get a lot of emails like this, I lose my desire to respond to emails in general. I apologize to those of you who haven't heard from me in a while.
This topic has come up often in conversations and I've decided to be blunt about my views. I do not allow physical release in sessions. Period. There is no jerking off while I go and wait for you in another room. For those of you who are curious as to my reasoning and logic, read on. If choking your chicken at the end of a delicious scene is an absolute necessity, then we're not meant to play together.
Here are my reasons:
1. I feel that as a submissive male, you should not expect me to watch you masturbate.
You can expect that I will keep you on your toes, create a session that explores both of our interests, demands a lot of you, and tests your limits without crossing them. I do not enjoy watching a submissive male pump his joy rod. Even if you claim, "I find it humiliating, Mistress!" I will not change my way of thinking. There are plenty of other ways I can humiliate you while amusing myself at the same time. I've also heard the following: "but I'm paying you" or the notorious, "but I've invested a lot of money in you, so why can't I have release?" This is all a form of manipulation. My desire to play in the professional realm is not motivated by money. Do you want a power exchange? That is what you are paying for when you have a session with a Pro Dom. You are giving your power to a Dominant Female. In this case I make the decisions.
2. If you expect to masturbate at the end of a session, you are not truly submissive.
This point goes along with the first one. I play with submissive males and females. What you can expect is listed above. Power exchanges are thoroughly negotiated. How and where you ejaculate is negotiation for your vanilla sex partners. Ejaculation should not end play time and that is what ends up happening if you are motivated to submit by orgasm. Submission should come from a deeper place than that dangling piece of flesh between your legs. Consequently, I am the one in charge. I am the one that says play time is over:)
3. There are deeper levels of BDSM play and ejaculation ruins this possibility.
I have played quite a bit both professionally and in my personal life. The most intense and rewarding scenes and sessions have been ones that did not include ejaculation. These experiences have resulted in an emotional release. As a close friend once told me, "a really great orgasm can be remembered for weeks and even months. An emotional release is an experience that will stay with you for the rest of your life."
The way male anatomy is set up results in a sudden drop in energy level after ejaculation. To achieve higher states of consciousness and deeper levels of play, you need to keep the energy flowing through your body. A power exchange is also an energy exchange. We fuel each other and become synergistic.
I desire to play at a different level and choose partners who have open minds. Fakir Musafar talks about intense sensations and if you ejaculate, you can't transcend. This is mentioned in the book, Modern Primitives. I highly recommend this book to those who are into varying states of consciousness and body modification.
4. Ejaculating too much ruins your health.
Do you ever feel pain or heaviness in your joints around lunch time? How about cloudy vision? Does your sleep feel restful? To create ejaculate takes energy. If you're ejaculating frequently, you're draining a lot of your energy reserves. In Asian medicine, ejaculation is literally spilling your seed of life. As you ejaculate, you become more and more depleted which can have varying negative effects on your body. However, it is possible to separate ejaculation from orgasm. Orgasming without ejaculating circulates positive healing energy throughout your body and invigorates you. This takes a lot of practice. For those of you who are interested in this, check out the Multi-Orgasmic Man by Mantak Chia.
Now, why do I care about this? Slaves, play partners, and clients who have high amounts of energy are more fun to play with and can carry out various tasks with ease. What use is a submissive who is too exhausted to carry out my commands? If you're fun, I want you to be healthy so we can play more often. Besides, during vanilla sex, you'll be able to please your female partners MUCH better, and who wouldn't want that? As a submissive male, pleasing females should be your top priority.
Here are some common misconceptions and rebuttals of my views:
1. I am anti-orgasm.
-If you read #4 above, you'll notice I'm very orgasm positive! Orgasms circulate energy and blood. They are also essential to health. Taoists have sexual positions to help certain ailments, and how wonderful is that? I believe that my sessions have a different value. By putting your body and mind into intense situations, you work different parts of your brain(the big one). You are forced to be 100% present in that moment. How much of your life do you spend wishing you were somewhere else doing something exciting? Too much. When was the last time you felt a sense of achievement that helped you get to know yourself better and explore new possibilities?
2. How do you end the session then?
-There are endless possibilities.
3. I am prude and have issues with male genitalia.
-Ha! If I had issues with male genitalia, I wouldn't enjoy CBT as much as I do! Someone who is prude wouldn't have a blog that talks about sex and BDSM.
4. Why should I pay to get beaten if there's no happy ending?
-Well, you're obviously not kinky or submissive so I wouldn't want to play with you in the first place.
5. As a Pro Dom you cater to men's fantasies. This includes their desire to jerk off at the end otherwise they won't have a good time.
-First of all, I do not "cater to a man's fantasies". I am not a service provider. I am in the business of power exchange which can include role play if I enjoy the roles. The people I play with share certain kinks with me. There are plenty of people who enjoy deeper levels of BDSM. When they are in their head space, ejaculation, and even orgasm, is the furthest thing from their minds. Submission and the head space that is possible are the driving forces to session.
My website is AGAIN having issues. If you have sent a client application to me, but have not heard from me in a few days, send an email to MistressNatalya@gmail.com. Make sure you include your name, contact information, interests, boundaries, health concerns, and experience level to me in your email.
Hopefully I can get this taken care of ASAP...
Planned Parenthood is mobilizing in response to the Supreme Court's reckless decision to uphold the federal abortion ban -- a ban that tells women that politicians, not doctors, will make their health care decisions for them.
In the aftermath of the U.S. Supreme Court's decision, I am joining with hundreds of thousands of people all across America who are standing together to declare that America won't stand for abortion bans that threaten women's health.
I urge you to please click the link below to learn how you can help too.
http://www.ppaction.org/campaign/planned
I was so upset by this, I wanted to start an action called, "No Sex, Just Beatings". It would urge all women to deny men sex until this decision is changed. We would thoroughly take CUNTROL of our sexuality-using vibrators, dildos, and engaging in sexual acts with other women only-while denying our male companions orgasms until things change. Perhaps, this would light the fire under men's asses to fight with us for our rights? I'm sick of seeing reports of male pro-life activists. How the hell would they ever know what a woman goes through during an unwanted pregnancy? How can a woman's life be of lesser value than a mass of cells or a fetus? Every time I see a male wearing a pro-life t-shirt, I want to castrate him.
London has a new sex theme park;) I nearly fell out of my chair laughing considering some of the conversations in my message board. There's a "spankometer"!
You have my permission to drool and plan a vacation to London...
Check out the article below:
http://www.thesun.co.uk
