I am one of those adept Mistresses whom there’s nothing her collared sissies wouldn’t do and Rubette has almost exceeded my demanding high standards this weekend.
She came to my door at the end of a rather long punishing sabbatical from seeing me due to her past misconduct. After making her wait outside my door for an hour, she was let in, carrying a fantastic full body suspension leather harness from Fetters, as a token of her repenting.
I wanted to use it straight away, but I had been invited to a cabaret dinner at Queens Hotel in Brighton and I did not want to miss it.
We both dressed up, I did her make up and styling and off we went. We had a marvellous time. At the end of the show, I took Rubette back and invited another of my subs – GB, just because I can be greedy like that sometimes.
As we were waiting for him to arrive, I started tormenting Rubette, winching her up in the strap harness, EStim genital clamps and rubber gas mask hood on, connected to the aroma’s pot. If that wasn’t enough, she was chastised repeatedly, as spinning round like a hanging piece of meat… All very intoxicating… I expect!
As soon as GB arrived, I locked Rubette in the puppy cage, where I knew her limbs would have suffered the discomfort of its meagre space for, at least, a couple of hours… Well, I had to make sure of the sincereness of her repenting.
As the lock of the puppy cage door clanks shut, I go and let GB in with a bite gag in my hand – I find this very effective towards the off putting small talk of my subs when they greet me.
And there it is, my new plaything, I soon make him slip into a well lubed up full enclosure rubber catsuit and a sensory deprivation rubber hood. His balls get squeezed in my skilful and unforgiving rope bondage harness as soon as he hops on the gynochair – I do this before securing his hands, as we all know what a man would choose between loosing his hands, or loosing his balls, should he think of escaping me!
Next, bondage leather straps are severely buckled on the chair and the nipple clamps and the EStim butt plug applied on his unzipped areas; his agony begins.
I recreate myself this way for some time, flowing and ebbing his pain, manipulating his chemistry by administering tumultuous opposing sensations… What fun!! For me, of course…
As I see him almost giving in, I release Rubette, she almost fell off in prompt obedience, as crankily coming out of the cage. They are both almost broken, but, as I’m still so hungry to play, I resolve in giving some solace to each other, conceding them what they love the most: fellatio. Rubette is on her knees again!
Ah, the pleasure that gives me watching the show my subs put up for me! I am indeed so fortunate.
Feeling satisfied with the whole performance, I draw the play to a close, GB leaves and I’m alone with Rubette.
I feel somehow she has forgotten about her previous misconduct, she looks too complacent, that cock sucking galvanised her, obviously. She was now on the concrete floor – that’s where she sleeps when she stays over, naked. My devious mind pondering on how I could get the message across to her, indelibly.
Branding her, I thought, that’s the only way… And, it is rather astounding what you can achieve with a searing tea bag coming straight form Mistress’s cup, landing on the sub’s defencelessskin! To my amazement, the artwork was a scream… Rubette uttered some serious loud ones, but I doubt it was because of the artistic outcome of my creative branding!
As I give the comforting hugs, I order her to go to bed… she’s going to sleep well tonight, I thought!
The day after was all chores and cleaning, serving Mistress at the best of her abilities. The love that I felt from her was ardent and sincere like never before…
I was delighted to realise that the love heart shape branding I gave her, sealed her undying devotion.