Footworship
My favourite thing.
“Fetish” call it what you will.
I get to sit on my little ass, nice and comfy whilst the footslave tends to my tiny feet. Kissed, licked, toes sucked on. Massaged, pampered and generally worshipped.
As I sit and watch his performance I’m able to observe the effect my perfect size 3’s have on him. Sometimes the cock is soft oftentimes it is obviously aroused. A handful of these spend their time at my feet in a state of near orgasm. Now these are fun to tease! My tiny foot just might find her way between his thighs, might brush against the top of the inner thigh. I move to get myself comfier this little foot just might lightly stroke his hardness. I watch the look on his face. There’s ecstacy and torment. He wants to enjoy so much that he spontaneously ejaculates, instead he has to grit teeth, control his feelings, keep his needs in check as it’s not about his desires..it’s about tending to my feet-that’s all!
Eyes shut tight, a groan escapes his lips. He can’t move, he certainly cannot stop attending to my feet. The session goes on. His performance has been noted, points have been given (he hopes) I have always told the critters that “Points mean prizes in here!” They know what the prizes are, they’ve been programmed, lab rats, bless ’em. Their prize, be it Robojac, the Fleshlight or their own sweaty little wanking hand isn’t a given! It’s earned with blood, sweat and tears. Then I’ve no problem with with them offering the “puddle of gratitude” and if he’s a good little footworshipper the prize will blow his mind…
“On your back, line your dick up with my foot. I’m not moving, obviously” Now my foot does a little work. Toes tickle balls, moves them around. My foot moves gently along his hardness..up and down, pressing the tip gently with my big toe. This sub can hold out for as long as 10 seconds. I need the camera steady to get a good shot for all to see, so I made him take himself in hand. I wanted all to see him shoot his pent-up load all over my feet. As you can see he delivered! delivered some fancy striped  icing over the Tootsie. Nice and kinky. Licked or wiped..I don’t care, just clean them now!
I do enjoy applying multiple sensations to any particular part of a masochists anatomy..
With my dainty toe presses on the “up” pedal, the chair slowly rises with a low, smooth hum. Up to perfect working height. All who sit here wait with nervous anticipation for the moment the chair brings its victim to me. This particular critter is always fun to work on with the help of a steady dose of chems administered via his gas mask attachment. His head is in a good place and his pain threshold is high. he is well restrained.
After a time spent using electrics, straps and a sound for internal discomfort, i deliver a constant unpleasant current to start the mental wearing down. He has a long way to go for my pleasure, he knows he has to hang in there. Now I push him: Incredibly, my nettles are still wonderfully potent even in December, and they deliver with random hits of tortuous shocks. Pegs are applied to the balls, close together so I get plenty on. Then on go the metal toothed clips. These take the breath away, incredibly fierce, and they appear in many a blog. I take a moment to allow the first wave of agony to land. I crush a super hot chilli and allow the capsaicin to escape and slowly stroke his shaft and balls with it. Within seconds he begins to groan, rising to a wail that he’s trying to suppress through gritted teeth. A minute of hyperventilating..it’s getting hotter down there! He’s fully aware of whats being applied (I’d cheerfully pointed out all the goodies I’d got for him earlier) and the rising panic knowing how hot it’s going to get around his bits. Now for a nice thick smear of Deep Heat over the same area as the chilli. This is another product that at first feel like nothing more than, say, lube..cool, softly applied with my fingers. Nice? wait for it…The heat has met the chilli heat and sent it to a mind numbing level. Almost overwhelming.
Only those I know and I know never use safe words would get this treatment. Safe words are useless now. I might stop, but the pain just builds. To send it that little higher I take the pegs and pull and tweak them. As the heat is at its max I gleefully remove them. The nerve endings come back to life, blood flow returns and everything is so, so sensitive. I know he can take no more, but I go ahead and tell him “it’s needle time!” and he folds.
“Mercy, Mistress..Oh, God no, not the needles, I just can’t!!”
I was never going to. One doesn’t break skin when its covered in so many potential contaminants.
I do like to see the strong ones break.
Boots don’t clean themselves you know! Thankfully there’s always a willing slave who knows his place is on his knees, keeping his trap busy with the task of licking all kinds of unholy filth off mine. Dog leash fitted, you can see the excitement on his face like a little dog scampering about at walkies time. A good slap about the face calms him down, gets him focused and makes me feel better.
After demonstrating his cocksucking skills on my big strap-on, he shows me how well he takes my now ‘wetted up’ cock in his ass. Quit the squealing, this isn’t Deliverance.
Now he gets to clean Them. Despite having the privilege of being given such duties I come back from checking a couple of emails to find him having a sly wank over my favourite super shiny pvc ones. Now, not so shiny, more covered in a fine coating of disgusting critter..or maybe there’s been a snail race held on them? I think not!
You want a wank that badly?? well, have one you little perv…go on..knock yourself out, or should that be knock one out. Into your nasty baggy old boxer shorts. Enjoy the walk back to the busy public car park in your light coloured trousers
Yesterday I entertained a critter that has visited before, although not on a regular basis. We had fun, (well I had fun, he had clamps, electrics, sticky things, etc) The session went well, he paid his complements on completion and left.
This morning I received this incredible email, I am truly flattered, the contents of which is all I could wish for, that as a Professional Dominatrix my skill is appreciated, for it is a skill, learned over many years of experience and what I have to admit is a little  trial and error, because that is how we as humans progress, by making mistakes and learning by them.
After a time of deliberation, and many requests for it as part of medical play, I’m able to add the fun, new service to my ‘enjoys’ list.. ‘Scrotal Inflation’. Many of my Medical/CBT masochists are surprised I don’t already. Reason being I just didn’t understand the workings of it. Didn’t have the equipment and hadn’t seen enough online footage of ‘how to’. (Thank goodness for Xtube for my now, well-known skilful administration of suturing and catheterization).
So I researched the equipment needed, endlessly  watched a vid of a guy giving himself one then decided, as I do with all things weird and wonderfully kinky.. “I can do that!”
18g Needles purchased online, saline bought in my beloved Las Vegas Medical Supplies superstore! All that’s needed now is a fairly willing pair of balls to practice on…I soon ticked that box too!
Time to film the deed!
Now you kinksters know how much I enjoy pointing a camera at my critters as they suffer at my hands, in my quest to have a go at all sorts of surreal, perverted, experimentation and then sharing that moment with you.
You’re welcome!
Cock and balls are tied to prevent leakage into surrounding tissue, therefore spoiling a lovely, fat inflation. The flow tap is opened and we wait.. (this isn’t a quick procedure) amount is increased with experience in my opinion, and the session will work on that basis, but ‘small grapefruit’ is a nice look.
Feelings from a subs side..
A gradual feeling of fullness, ‘fair bit of pressure’ he says. Neither of which is unpleasant in the least. The balls become very sensitive as they swell. After 50 minutes they’re looking amazing. Needle out, seal the area with New Skin and he’s good to go. Waddling home, less Buster Gonad, more John Wayne.
Oh, and apparently masturbating with huge sloshy, saline-filled, pressurised nuts can, in many cases, feel incredible. Now I’m a Mistress that is relaxed about boys dreaming of their ‘show and tell’ moment, bless ’em. I’m more than happy to perv at my critters getting busy with their wanking hand in the name of research-
Providing you have earned it!!
Remember, your purpose in The Facility is to amuse and delight me with your suffering.
All dispersed next day.. Rather like the Snapchat of procedures.
Once naked, Â or dressed in clothes they have brought with them, I calmly invite them to lie on one of 3 pieces of furniture I use for B&SD. My trusty medical bed, the Belmont Chiropody chair or the Invertion Table. I may want them in the leather body-bag. A hood is placed slowly over the head-it may be a black spandex hood, leather or the ultra padded sen-dep hood with the tiny breather hole, depending on their ability to lie calmly in claustrophobic /restricted breath conditions. A sub can still enjoy being strapped down and immobile, unable to hear or see yet not want their breathing compromised. Happy to accommodate. He will be in this position for 1-3 hours, I don’t need to be wrestling with collars, neck restraints or the heavy duty hood once I’m working on his carcass. Vision must be totally restricted as must his ability to hear anything. I place large over-ear headphones and play the sound of rainfall via an i-pod on continuous loop. I begin the restraint process…
Sometimes they are completely pinned to the bed purely with shrink wrap-yard and yards of it! Pulled tight even over his chest so that he exhales hard as I pull across and firmly down, over and over. Round the frame I go making a clingfilm coffin. This finishing touch is lost on its contents unless I show him a picture that he’s allowed me to take, but I just love to do it, I get a little carried away sometimes.
If sub has given me more time to work on him I will use straps, bondage cuffs, mitts, leather ankle/foot restraints first.
I undertake both processes slowly and very deliberately, knowing the increasing feeling of excitement for him. The heady mix of fear and anticipation of being slowly bound by the straps then encased..mummified by the wrap. He starts to breathe harder as these feelings increase, yet the wrap reminds him how immobile I have rendered him, which, in turn makes him attempt to breathe harder. The occasional brush of my hand against ever decreasing areas of his skin makes him gasp. I pause, to stop and admire my work in progress and to let his imagination begin to send him a little mad.
Has she finished? Â Â Is my request for Electro-CBT about to begin? Â Â Please Mistress Zena, do something. The suspense is torture!!
Yeah, I know
I slowly trace my latex-clad finger along the length of his very hard cock.
First touch he’s had from me in 20 minutes.
Unsurprisingly he lets out a loud groan. I stifle my laughter-I don’t know why I stifle it either! Thought he was going to spontaneously shoot his load then. He’s writhing in ecstasy now. The feel of shrink wrap against his skin especially his erect penis is sending him to another place!
Sometimes this is all that happens and I pull up a chair and look at a sub that wants to be left. He has no idea if I’ve gone home.
Sometimes I get my toys out and deviant fun really begins. Imagine being in the above described position and suddenly your cock is taken in hand and gets cool, wet silky lube applied. Slowly. All over it. Really slowly. For longer than it really takes to put lube on a cock. My subs know all about this part of the journey
Sounds, catheters, electro-stimulation, vibrating urethral insertables, the Hitachi all over the balls.
Then the Corona stimulator, the Fleshlight or the Robojac to finally end his misery.
