Oh wow! Two days of torment.

At the beginning of the week Mistress Vianne confirmed my appointment to see her on Friday afternoon at 4pm. As time grew closer the preparations she required of me were disclosed. I was to have eyelash extensions done along with a pedicure and shellac nail polish as well as a French manicure and get my hair styled in a feminine bob.

It had been a couple of months since my last haircut and I certainly had the length to do that.

Making bookings so everything was done on Friday became impossible. I was only able to get the eyelash extension done on Thursday afternoon at 1pm and had to wait until Friday morning at 10am to get my hair styled and then 11am for my manicure and pedicure.

Apprehensively, I visited the Naked Body Beauty Bar at 1pm and relaxed back on the treatment bed as the therapist applied individual lashed glued to my existing ones. I had the choice of any where between 8mm and 17mm in length. On the therapist’s advice I settled on 12mm with slightly longer lashes in the centre. The therapist had mentioned clients having longer lashes on the outside of their eyes. I thought ‘in for a penny in for a pound’ and told her I’d like to try that too.

It took two hours to apply the lashes before cleaning away the excess glue in one of the most excruciating experiences I have endured as the washing away the excess glue burned my eyes and it took me 10 minutes before I was able to see properly again.

She asked me how they looked holding a mirror up before me. I don’t know what I expected but there was no way I was going to keep these a secret from anyone. They were very prominent and screamed sexy in a feminine way even though there is nothing feminine about me.

What was I to do to hide them. I deemed they were so overt I would need them removed and when I got home I called the salon and asked for an appointment late Friday after meeting Mistress Vianne in order to get them removed. With little delay, Samantha from Naked Body Beauty Bar called asking whether I didn’t like the service. I replied they were perfect but a little too prominent. She told me the earliest I could get it done was Monday. That wouldn’t do. I thanked her and pondered how I would get them removed.

A frenzy of calls and I still had no answer as I bade my family an early ‘good night’ and went to bed hoping they had not noticed and I would be able to find someone on Friday to remove them. It was a very restless night sleep and early errands to do the next morning so hopefully no one would notice.

Friday come upon me with a rush and after running an errand early in the morning I was in great pain with my foot. I needed to visit the doctor to get it checked out. Had I broken my big toe?

At the same time I was in contact with Mistress Vianne and she told me to get my hair styled in a bob with a short fringe. When dressed she instructed me to go David Jones in the city and buy her a pair of black Voodoo stockings in tall. Mistress said she would check the receipt to know I went there. She instructed me to bring them to her at 3pm.

Now there’s an issue. I’ve just lost an hour and time is going to be tight with so many things to be done!

During the consultation with the doctor I needed to take off my shoe and sock and in the process exposed my toe nails still painted in shellac from my last visit to Mistress Vianne. What was the doctor thinking? Are my eye lashes obvious? Does she think I’m gay? Maybe a crossdresser. I tried to ignore it but that’s easier said than done! The doctor said I should get x-rays and a blood test and come back to see her in a couple of hours.

Of course I went straight to pathology, had the blood sample taken and was told the results would be back by 12.30pm. I then went to the x-ray clinic, had the x-rays taken and was told the results would be emailed through by 12.30pm. In the interim time was marching on and it was fast approaching 10am so I raced over to The Blow Dry Room to get my hair styled.

I had trawled the net looking for feminine bob styles and came across the one below. The stylist (Meghan) asked what I wanted and I showed her the picture… a short bob with a braid on one side.

She ushered me to the basin and proceeded to wash my hair as I breathed in the sweet smelling shampoo and conditioner she used.

Soon I was back in the styling chair and with lots of pulling I has a beautiful short bob which was straight as an arrow and silky smooth. It was then time for Meghan to braid my hair and before long I was pronounced ‘finished’. I looked at my watch and noticed the time was 10.45am… just 15 minutes before my manicure and pedicure appointment. Luckily it was just up the road and I had my car.

Right on the dot of 11am I slid the door to the salon open and walked in to be warmly met by Samantha. I was led to a chair and before long my toes had their shellac polish from last time removed and the manicure was under way. Sitting in the middle of the salon with my hands out as women walked past was an interesting feeling but before long I was being asked to put each hand under a light box as each coat was painted. Undercoat, two coats of pink, two coats on the white tips and a top coat. I remember thinking the light box must heat the polish up helping it to dry quicker.

The finger nails done I was repositioned on a chair and my toe nails were filled and buffed before being painted a beautiful deep red.

The clock ticked over to 12.30pm and I made my way to the car for the drive to the doctor arriving at 1pm.   On the drive my mind raced. Here I was with pink trimmed thongs on, toes painted red, finger nails in French style shellac, hair styled and braided and eye lashes all screaming out. Certainly no doubts everyone notices me.

I was forced to wait until 2.05pm before she called me in and quickly gave me the results of the tests. No broken toe but more blood tests to get done.

I race out and hop in the car for the mad dash into town, arriving at the car park under David Jones at 2.30pm. Driving down and down in the underground car park I snagged a spot and put on my black bra with pink flowers including breast forms, skin tight liquid metal shiny black Voodoo leggings, bright red see-through blouse and burgundy short waisted leather jacket before racing to the lift checking to see intimates were on the second floor. Time was running out! I quickly walked across the floor and eventually found the intimated section but try as I might I couldn’t find what I was looking for.

Eventually I asked a female shop assistant where they were and was told on the Lower Ground level. By this point I am not sure what I am to buy. Black, Voodoo, X-Tall… was it tights or stockings, maybe pantyhose? Now I’m in trouble.

Arriving on the Lower Ground level I wend my way to the hosiery section and find the Voodoo brand and pick up tights and pantyhose and take them to the counter to pay. Then to the lift with my purchase and receipt in hand and then to B4 car park where I paid for parking. Going to the pay station to validate my ticket I pass within a metre of a woman walking from her car. She must have seen me. I wonder if I screamed odd-ball or whether I was passable to the casual observer.

Hopping back in my car it was close to 3pm and I was going to be late. While driving I swapped texts with Mistress Vianne letting her know where I was. I parked and made my way to the ‘safety’ of her salon.

Being welcomed with Mistress’s raised eyebrows, there was a little discussion on the day before I stripped naked and followed her on hands and knees positioning myself on my back at the bottom of her St Andrew’s cross with my legs spread and secured to the cross. My wrists were cuffed and secured to my panties. My cock was tied tight in red cord. Soundproof headphones. I was definitely immobilised. No option but to lie there and wait for whatever Mistress has in store for me.

I then feel something like a towel placed over my mouth and nose restricting my breathing further. Mistress is firmly holding the towel looking into my eyes with a glint. I am able to get just enough air through the towel not to panic. I am wondering if I will feel faint. Are my faculties fading? But it never quite gets there. The look for Mistress however makes me melt. Whatever she wants… I am hers. It is the look of supreme power and control without looking out of control.

She then placed a breathing mask placed over my head with Perspex eye holes and regulated breathing. Before long I was blindfolded and had my nipples clamped with a different style clamp than I had experienced before at her hands. Those clamps were replaced by a different style which felt like my nipples were sucked in under pressure and an incredibly tight band slid down over them, pushing me to the limit of my tolerance. After quite some time they too were removed and thank goodness Mistress put her body weight on them to help me endure the pain as the blood rushed back in.

After removing my restraints I was repositioned on her bench with my hands secured above my head, my feet secured in the stirrups and my backside positioned at the very end of the bed. A belt around my middle then further secured me to the table. I was Hers for the taking.

The mask was reapplied and Mistress slipped on her latex gloves. She asked whether I was clean. I replied with all the things going on I had not had an enema since the day before. She plunged one, two and more fingers in my arse, stretching me. Bringing her gloved hand to my mouth I understood I was to lick it clean as penance for not being totally clean.

Mistress then put on her dildo and proceeded to work my arse, starting slowly building the pace and force until I was worked wider.

Her mode of attack then changed as she got her urethral sounds and worked them deep inside me stretching me as she went. She also worked hard with her hands on my carotid. Before too long I lost control pumping my jizz as I disappointed myself and most importantly Mistress.

While the session ended regrettably short due to my lack of self-control, I had a haze of tranquility over me recalling Mistress’s facial expressions reflecting her complete control over me and apparent contempt for me. This absolute power was so evident in her eyes like deep pools below her perfectly sculpted brows and faultless skin.

I loved the way Mistress proceeded through the session in complete control, doing with me as she pleased. I am looking forward to Mistress Vianne extending the limits she has discovered for me, depriving me of senses to heighten my apprehension, helping me discover new torments and sensations, particularly ones I would never imagine.

While I did not request mercy in this session I did come close, particularly when the second nipple torment was happening. I’m sure Mistress could push me much further in her depraved play ideas, carotid/breath play or even torture while holding me in the grasp of her stare.

Back for another dose of MV Magic

Vianne Magic

We met at the hotel at 3.30pm just like last time. I respectfully approached my beautiful Mistress. After a brief discussion she told me to go into the toilets and put on her red fishnet stockings. She also produced a plastic bag with something inside. I was told to put that in my mouth and to keep my mouth shut until I was permitted to remove it. I walked to the toilet removing my trousers and socks and pulling on the stay-up stockings.

Having slid my trousers back up I put my socks in my pocket and opened the plastic bag. Inside were the panties Mistress had asked me to wear last time we met. But they were wet… very wet. Putting them in my mouth I tasted urine and I was incredibly turned on. Squeezing the panties fully inside my mouth was difficult. It almost made me gag. But I did it and then left the toilet and returned to Mistress.

She told me to sit in front of her and told me to roll up my trousers. I did so and noticed my stockings were clearly visible. Inspecting the job I had done, Mistress told me to roll them up a little further, which I did instantly, thinking everyone would be sure to notice. I wonder what they will think.

Mistress then told me that I would follow her out of the hotel – a few steps behind – and follow her back to her apartment a few blocks away. When she finished she stood and started to slowly (very slowly for me) through the hotel and out the glass door with me following a few paces behind. While the hotel didn’t have lots of patrons, I was haunted with the way I was being paraded in front of them showing them the fishnets I was wearing.

We crossed the road and all-too-slowly travelled the few hundred metres passing numerous pedestrians and with lots of passing traffic. Eventually Mistress required me to walk on along the busy highway and enter her apartment from another direction while she cut through on a shortcut.

I had only sessioned with Mistress Vianne a couple of weeks ago, but my pulse had now slowed in the intervening time and I was so excited to meet with her again before she returned to Melbourne. It may as well have been a world away...

On arrival at her apartment I stripped naked and hands and feet cuffed with the soaking wet panties still in place and hood over head and blindfold tightly affixed… unfortunately no amyl this time round. Last time the amyl was such a calming effect on me. I was led out onto a balcony with traffic passing. Hog tied and left there for some time. Really uncomfortable.

Ties removed and led back inside and blindfold removed Mistress asked me to pull her panties from my mouth and then had me slide them up my legs. Asked to lie on my back and expertly roped so my knees were up near my chest and my legs spread wide providing easy access to my cock and balls and ass. My wrist cuffs were clipped to my rope bondage making me helpless.

Nipples played with and squeezed between thumb and fingers. Clamp attached and tightened to the point where the pain was just bearable.

Mistress asked how I was with catheters. I said I had experienced them. She asked what it felt like. I said it was like being fucked from the inside out. She said she’d never heard it like that.

She securely bound my cock and balls with a fine cord firmly securing my bulging balls then the length of my cock tightly. I was almost ready to shoot my load when she arose.

Mistress then retrieved a coin. Heads I cane your cock and balls or tails I cane the soles of your feet. She then tossed the coin. Asking me what the result was I leaned to the left. Thank goodness it was heads… I don’t know if I could handle my soles being caned. I have never experienced it. Not that I have ever had my cock and balls caned either!!

Mistress then placed the coin on my forehead saying that if the coin fell from my forehead she would also administer the caning of my soles.

My ordeal commenced and I did quite well staying reasonably still with the coin in place. Starting firmly Mistress swatted at my cock and alternated with my balls. They were very vulnerable and exposed in their tight binding. The strength and persistency of Mistress’s strikes led to my shifting position and the coin slid off my forehead onto my chest. Uh Oh!! Now for something I was not looking forward to. Cane strikes on my soles.

Mistress too noticed and was quick to remind me of my impending fate as she continued to smack my cock and balls harder with me now squirming much more now that I had sealed my own fate by failing to keep the coin in place.

Having satisfied herself that my cock and balls had received sufficient punishment Mistress turned her focus on my soles. Mistress replaced the coin saying that I needed to keep the coin in place or I would face a fate much worse than I could imagine. She firmly and deliberately took aim at the sole of my foot and connected. Placement seemed her priority as Mistress spread her strikes spreading them across the length and breadth of my sole. Bit by bit Mistress increased the strength of her shots to the point where I believed I couldn’t survive much longer without begging for mercy. I was so determined not to beg but didn’t know how much longer I could last!!

Mistress then announced she would give me two more strokes of the cane on each foot. She took aim on my right foot and struck … hard! Searing pain but with only three more to go I was even more determined to survive without begging. Taking careful aim striking a relatively fresh area of my sole incredibly hard. Mentally counting down … two strokes seemed so near and yet so far!!

Shifting her attention to my left foot, Mistress took aim and struck hard. I could taste the hit it was so hard. One to go… how could I last… but it was only one. Again Mistress loaded up and this time the stroke seemed to sting worse than any other, but the exquisite feeling of success seemed to sooth some of the pain. This was exacerbated by the knowledge that the coin remained in place on my forehead.

Mistress then reminded me of her promise to use the catheter on me. Memories of other times when I had experienced catheters being slowly and somewhat excruciatingly being inserted up my cock. Today would be no different except my cock was tightly bound still and my urethra was still constricted enhancing the sensation as the catheter was forced deeper and deeper. Mistress forced the catheter down the mouth of my blood-engorged cock. Mistress delighted in moving it in and out. It seemed more uncomfortable than I remember. Eventually Mistress tired of the activity and leaving the catheter deeply embedded she came around and bit by bit untied the ropes keeping me firmly positioned… allowing my feet to fall to the ground along with my arms. I lay there trying to relax and gather my thoughts when I realised the coin was still positioned on my forehead. Whew!! At least I would not face Mistress’s ultimate challenge.

Mistress then told me to get up and I wasn’t sure what to do because standing up would cause the coin to fall. She delighted in my predicament. Smiling she reminded me of my circumstances and I decided I wanted to comply by standing… and even more to willingly suffer whatever Mistress had in store for me.

Having stood up unsteadily I noticed that the catheter had com out a couple of inches and seeing this Mistress told me to push it in fully. Watching as I did so Mistress smiled.

I think I would have done or endured just about anything she asked at this point. She called me over and told me to position myself on the table with my ass close to the edge. Mistress again expertly used her ropes to firmly bind me to the table with my legs spread and knees raised and my arms again secured firmly to my thighs. Unlike last time I visited Mistress this time I was not gagged. I thought and convinced myself I would not make a sound.

Mistress positioned herself behind my head and I heard a popping sound as she came into my vision holding a needle. Removing the nipple clamps she gripped my nipple and forced the needle through my areola beneath my nipple. She disappeared again and came back into view carrying another needle and again gripping firmly forced another needle through. This continued until with the fifth needle in hand she warned me to brace myself as this needle would go through the nipple itself. I did as she bade me but I was not ready for the depth of pain and grunted for the couple of seconds it took for the needle to travel through my nipple.

The whole process was repeated with my right nipple… again I struggled not to squeal when the fifth needle thrust through my right nipple.

Repositioning Mistress grabbed another needle moving this time between my firmly secured legs. Trepidation built in my mind as Mistress reassured me that people who have their cock pierced say it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as having your nipples pierced. Sure I thought!! Sure to her word I readied myself for the impending pain and breathed through the experience comparatively well. Mistress was right! She repeated the dose four more times before warning me that her last and sixth needle would hurt more. Again she was right but it was nowhere as bad as any of the needles through my nipples.

With five needles through each nipple from every angle and six needles embedded in my cock I lay back satisfied I had achieved for my Mistress. As I relaxed Mistress fetched a wine glass and removed her panties. Coming closer to me she stood with her legs apart and her knees slightly bent. She neatly filled the glass. Not a drop spilled. How did she do that?

She directed that I sit up and using my arms I pulled myself upright. Positioning the glass to my lips I eagerly slurped down Mistress’s warm amber nectar. After five or six attempts I had succeed in draining the glass completely.

Mistress told me to lie back down and I heard the snap of rubber gloves being pulled on.  She moved between my legs and slid one finger into my rosebud. Sliding it in and out she had a second finger join her first as she stretched me a bit wider. I felt her hand withdraw as she moved away and came up to look in my eyes. “Not quite as clean as the last time we were together” she said as she slid each finger into my mouth and I eagerly sucked remnants of my faeces off. When she was happy her glove was clean she stepped away and again positioned herself at my ass. First one finger. Two, Three and finally four fingers she thrust in my ass going deeper each time. I was eagerly looking forward to being fisted for the first time. Again she stepped back and came close to my head. Again she fed each of the four fingers to me and again I eagerly sought to please her by licking her glove clean… experiencing the acrid taste.

One by one Mistress removed the five needles in each nipple. I felt compelled to mentally count as each needle was removed. She then moved down and the six needles in my cock were similarly removed. Mistress then untied the ropes holding me firmly telling me to get up from the table and follow her into the bathroom.

I followed like a puppy and Mistress instructed me to get into the bath and lie on my back. I did so and she spat on my cock telling me to use my hands and get myself hard. There was comparatively little lubrication and when Mistress returned a minute or so later I felt incapable as I failed to get my cock hard. Noticing this Mistress asked whether I was having difficulty. I replied that it was a bit dry and Mistress again spat on my cock this time also adding some lubricant. Instantly my cock rose to attention and I wondered what was to follow.

As I lay back enjoying pulling on my well needled cock Mistress positioned herself over me and let loose with a steady stream of well-aimed, warm urine which splashed over my head and I opened my mouth wide to try to capture and swallow as much as I could. Before long I had the most amazing orgasm firing my cream up my body.

Climbing down Mistress picked up a tea spoon and fed me six to eight spoons full of my sperm which I eagerly consumed. I am starting to really enjoy that salty taste.  

Where did it start?

It all started with an 'innocent' email in August 2010...

Hello Mistress
I would very much desire the chance to serve you in Brisbane.
My interests are around sensory deprivation and mindfucks... make me believe something permanent is going to happen to me ... make my mind panic.. kidnap me
Please come back to me if you are interested in taking control of me.
Respectfully
Roger

Not long after I received a polite response...

Hello Roger

The prospect of taking control of you is certainly intriguing. I particularly enjoy kidnap scenarios and toying with my victim's mind...How do you feel about breath play?
I'll be in Brisbane from the 2nd of September until the 9th. I'm expecting to conduct sessions from an inner city apartment. Do let me know if these dates are suitable for you. 
I look forward to your response. 
M. Vianne

Eager to engage with Mistress Vianne I was quick to respond...

Mistress Vianne

The dates 2nd September to the 9th are great for me. Best on the weekend or Thursday afternoon.
Breath play is exciting especially when you are totally in control and I believe you are going as far as you want.
Capturing photos so I can relive the activities would be appreciated.
Respectfully
Roger

PS It would also be an incredible experience initially meeting you at a venue and having you demand of me to wear panties etc and other female clothing at the risk of being discovered.

Always willing to oblige... but on Her terms Mistress Vianne quickly responded....

Hello Roger,

I'd be happy to photograph you in a compromising position. Generally, I use my phone and text you the images after we've played...If you trust me, that is. I would also be pleased to meet you in a public place initially.

I'll give you a number you can contact me on closer to my date of departure.

M.Vianne

As the time drew near, Mistress emailed me....

Hello Roger,

My number is: 0435 741 334. I suggest you give me a call to discuss our meeting on the 1st of September. 

I look forward to it. 

M. Vianne

As the time for the session approached, it was time for me to get back to Mistress with my thoughts after a telephone discussion...

Mistress

Thanks for the opportunity to discuss our session on Thursday 2 September.

At the time you asked me to said through any further thoughts. They are:

Kidnap Mindfuck (make me sh1t myself by believing something catastrophic is about to happen but make it real) Photos Breath Play It would also be an incredible experience initially meeting you at a venue and having you demand of me to wear panties etc and other female clothing at the risk of being exposed… 

I am so looking forward to calling you at 10am next Thursday and meeting you later in the day.

Stay well.

Respectfully

Roger

PS. Your photos really do capture your beauty... especially the fetish wear.

My mind went into overdrive with thoughts of what could happen and of course some great ideas came out. I needed to pass them on to Mistress Vianne.... not to top from the bottom... but to encourage her to be as creative as she can...

Hello Mistress

I thought of something interesting for when we meet on Thursday ...

Maybe have two dice and roll them:

2. Mistress’s choice (no say ... no limit)

3. Lick Mistress’s boots clean

4. Rim Mistress’s arse

5. Allow Mistress to try to suffocate you

6. Worship Mistress’s pussy while she tries to smother you

7. Mistress’s choice (no say... no limit)

8. Endure CBT including needles, rope etc

9. Take Mistress’s golden shower

10. Take Mistress’s dildo up the arse after sucking it to lubricate it

11. Submit to 6 strokes of the cane

12. Swallow something disgusting

Just a thought. At the end of the day its your call.

Respectfully

Roger

I'm sure it was to just get me going... which it certainly did. She responded...

Hmmm. I do like games of chance dictating our play! Of course, it is always my call and there is every chance I may change that rules to suit me (but insist it isn't cheating!) 

Just so you know, intimate body worship is a limit for me and something I don't allow in session. 

I have a plan for you in our initial meeting. I look forward to enacting it!

M. Vianne

With my heart pounding in my chest I anxiously awaited our session...

Hello Mistress

Thursday was the hottest session ever!! Thanks so much for taking control.

You have no idea how I felt lifting my trouser leg to expose your red fishnet stockings underneath… I looks around and noticed a woman at an adjoining table looking at my leg. How humiliating!!

Then to walk to your apartment all the time thinking of your red panties and my tightly secured cock underneath and the little pegs torturing my nipples.

Then to have you hood and blindfold me securely as you opened the door to your apartment was threatening. Having undressed your tight rope bondage and hogtie gave me time for my mind to go wild… and with the amyl was extraordinary as my blood coursed through my whole body.

Finally to have you return so beautifully attired I would have been prepared to worship you and kiss your heels in public, but to do so in your apartment was a task I was happy to do… incredibly happy!!.

To then be told of my situation when you tossed. Heads you would kick my balls hard and tails you would torture my nipples … WOW. Neither appealed but to serve my most beautiful Goddess I was happy to place myself in your hands. Then your comment that you were going to do both anyway!! DOUBLE WOW. How was I going to handle this?

As I climbed onto the table and you so professionally bound me with ropes I was astonished. What a surprise to have the red panties I had worn earlier stuffed in my mouth as a gag… complete with your golden nectar.

I have had my nipples pierced before and remember the rush. This time was soooo strong a feeling. And to have you in absolute control was very exciting. I would have been prepared to submit to more needles and was a little disappointed in a way that you didn’t pierce my right nipple like the three needles you squeezed into my left one. Then to have you kick away at my cock and balls while restrained… what was about to happen? When would you stop?

I am scared shitless of having my cock pierced with needles even though I know others have had it safely done. Deep down I was prepared to surrender entirely to your wishes… hence I put it on my dice list.

I loved being stretched by your gloved hand and then being required to suck your glove… twice. It was a challenge sucking the faeces off your glove as directed. Do you think there would be a chance I could be fisted? I have always wondered. I’d really love to get there.

Then to be untied and relocated to the bathroom, nipples still pierced, and kneel at your feet on the floor, follow your instructions to put my head deep in your toilet bowl and have you piss on the back of my head before holding my head down as you flushed the toilet making me struggle for breath!! Just a bit of panic.

Then to slide down in your bath and have you stand above me majestically and piss on my cock and accurately aim your golden stream in my mouth as a swallowed as much as I could while masturbating furiously.

What a pleasure to have you scoop up my hot seed on the teaspoon and feed it to me.

Thanks for the opportunity to serve you and be your play thing. I also enjoyed our brief discussion afterwards while I was getting dressed. As I mentioned I am seeking to expand my limits … to go somewhere really challenging.

I have had some breath play experience but nothing serious or sounding serious to make me believe I had no control and that you would do something serious.

As I mentioned it scares me to think of my cock being pierced with my having no say… I am sure I could take it and just need someone to force me.

Likewise I really hate pain alone but think it would be wonderful to have my cock teased in between strong strokes of the cane which I would have no control over.

What other challenging scenarios can you tempt me with. It’s a shame you are going back to Melbourne. It would be good to visit again if you thought you had some challenging ideas.

Respectfully

Roger

Mistress is always polite and focussed. I was so pleased to receive her reply...

Hello Roger,

I'm very happy to hear from you. I also thoroughly enjoyed myself on Thursday night and considered it an excellent welcome to Brisbane. I could see that you were noticed in your stockings in the bar. This public humiliation is certainly something we could explore further... I admit, I have been honing my table bondage skills over the last few days as well.

In terms of torture, there is certainly room for you to be pushed further. It's a delicate balance to push you far enough into new territory, yet also keep you hoping for more - I'm pleased to hear that we achieved this! I will be happy to continue with further piercings and even torture you nipples after piercing them, which is an added cruelty. We can also explore catheters, if you are game. I also believe that I can stretch you to fisting. 

So, I'm sure you don't consider any of these empty threats! Let me know if you would like me to make a time for us to meet again before I leave...If you are unable to, then it has been enjoyable!

Take care, 

M. Vianne

0435 741 334

I did arrange to meet Mistress Vianne again during her visit to Brisbane. It was like a drug. How could I get more...

Back for more adventures at Her hands

i have been submitting to my wonderful Mistress Vianne for a number of years off and on. i was fortunate to first meet Her in Melbourne and more recently in Brisbane.

my adventures with Mistress Vianne are many and varied. Most recently I had a mind blowing time at Her Brisbane salon. She had me visit a beauty salon and have my toenails painted in red shellac to make it a lasting experience. i was required to dress in ladies cut-off tight pants and women’s ankle boots and my new panties. As time drew nearer Mistress added that She would like me to have a French manicure as well.

On the day, i had an appointment at Naked Body Beauty Bar for the deluxe pedicure with red shellac. i had gotten dressed before i went, wearing metallic black leggings, black fishnet knee highs and black ankle boots with a zip on the inside of the foot.

i laid back and the beauty therapist gave me a relaxing pedicure and prepare my toenails before applying the shellac finish. When asked she said the finish would take three months to grow out. The pics below show the pedicure in progress.

Unfortunately she didn’t have time to do the manicure so i made an appointment to have the treatment done at Scratchers Nail Boutique in James Street, New Farm. So after having my toenails painted in unremovable red colour, i walked down the back stairs to the car and drove to New Farm where i could not park close to the nail boutique.

Wondering how i would remove the polish from my fingers later in the day, i visited a chemist in a shopping centre at New Farm and bought a bottle of nail polish remover. Note from the photo below that i am not wearing shoes.

i had been told by the beauty therapist to not let anything touch my toe nails for two hours so i walked gingerly in bare feet the two blocks to the nail boutique where i had by finger nails filed, soaked, cuticles pushed back, buffed and painted in the French style. See below.

Dressed as Mistress required i killed time until the agreed time and walked across to Her studio, where She surprised me by opening the ground floor door to Her building and ushering me upstairs.

It had been some time since my last visit to Mistress in Her salon. i stripped off my clothes except my new panties as She bidded and She affixed a steel collar around my neck bolting it locked. i remember thinking how permanent that was. i saw Mistress Vianne’s gorgeous purple shoes near the fireplace. They are my favourite shoes of Her’s since my visit to her in Melbourne some years ago.

After some discussion i was positioned on my knees and told to crawl behind Her as we went into Her dungeon. i was positioned against Her St Andrew’s cross and secured tightly to it, by cuffs and by rope. Her rope skills are second to none. Exquisite!

First She tried to affix some suction devices to my nipples and despite Her best efforts they popped off. She demanded that next time i visited i should shave my chest. Not content with that setback She proceeded to squeeze my nipples gaining the desired moaning from me to which She demanded that i thank Her for all pain She inflicted. This action repeated over and over until i successfully responded to Her torture of my nipples consistently thanking Her. i was surprised soon after as She changed Her approach putting some rubber over Her lips and proceeded to bite me very hard on first one nipple and then the other. Each time i managed to thank Her despite the severe pain i was experiencing.

Soon after i was removed from the cross and repositioned on Her examination table with my legs secured in the stirrups and my arms secured so i could not stop whatever She had planned.

i was subjected to some exciting breath play involving bags and a hood which in an exciting twist extended to carotid play. Unfortunately this play did not result in any meaningful change in my condition (alertness etc) but i was hugely excited where it might have gone and a little disappointed.

i got too excited during the next phase and blew my load, much to my and my Mistress’s disappointment. i encouraged Mistress to carry on and She cut off my new panties and proceeded to work away at my ass for some time, nearly getting to fisting me. This would have been extra exciting but given my horniness had abated when i earlier came my mind was more focused on the discomfort. i wonder what it would have been like if i’d not cum and if i’d had some poppers or something likely to make the experience more euphoric.

In any case Mistress took great care of me as the play stopped and i was ushered in for a shower.

What an amazing cathartic experience. Something that is truly uplifting spiritually while leaving you physically spent.

You want to experience this every week. It’s so wonderful.

i can’t wait until i next see Mistress Vianne. i so much want to take things further and surrender utterly to the wicked imagination and extreme ideas of Mistress Vianne.