Subby gets treated to having his head messed with. He thinks he is getting some
of Mistresses pussy but when I slip on the headphones, pump his ears with white
noise, and turn him upside down he hasn’t a clue what is coming. I tease him by
stroking his body with my large tits, then get my strap-on full in his mouth. I
lube up my fake pussy and tell him he is about to be mounted by me. I stroke it
up and down, stopping when he seems to want to cum, then start him all over
again. This lasts for about 10 minutes of stop start pumping before I tire of
him and let him spunk into what he thinks is me. Before unmasking him I strip
off completely and tell him that he is the best fuck his mistress has ever had.
He goes home content, never really knowing that I never got near him.

Not something I get a lot of, maybe once every 2 months, but today I had a timewaser, or as I prefer to call them, “knobheads”. I have seen plenty of writings where girls get this sort of thing, but having been in this business for sometime I have worked out who is likely to keep an appointment and who is not, usually by the way they talk on the phone. I would say that when I first started probably 90% of subs that made advance bookings would cancel, not a problem as long as I am not in my chambers dressed in rubber, heating on, awaiting your arrival. So I decided to cut down on this, now you can only phone me on the day you want the session unless you are a trusted regular.  Some don’t like this, saying that they are traveling a long way to see me and want to be assured of the time slot. I will pencil these in, but insist that I receive either a voicemail, text or preferably  call as soon as I switch my phone on at 10am. Changing that one thing alone stopped almost all of the no shows.
What is the kick I wonder. I can accept if plans change, you get scared, or the missus wants to go shopping, just send me a text and cancel the appointment, that’s fine. But to go out of your way and piss someone about, that is something I just can’t abide. Today I had one, John he called himself, asked for an appointment at 2pm, he even went to the bother of calling to say he was parked up. I asked him to wait 2 minutes and I would call him back. So I ring him, no answer, call again, phone just rings out. Uh oh, I think I have a live one here! I try contacting him about 6 times and eventually the phone is a dead line. Anyway, I send him a nice little text to tell him to look at this blog tonite where his phone number will appear 07561597888. Now I don’t know if he just popped a PAYG Sim in his phone. or he used his work or contract number, either way it will now bw bombarded with texts and calls from my trusted servants.
As it happens someone had only called 15 minutes earlier asking if I had a slot free, I phoned him back and he popped around, lovely jubbly. So the day ended up being a good one, thanks to @rubberboyalex , happy birthday, sub steve who filled the gap left by the knobhead,  and ” S”, who enjoyed a 2 hour session.

He stands before me nervous, excited, full of expectation of the session to
come. I take my tribute from his damp paw, tell him to get naked and turn to put
monies away. I turn back and have my eyes truly offended at the sight of
critter- trousers & nasty old undercrackers round ankles! Eww it looks like
a dick-only smaller! You ARE here for small dick humiliation, right? If not, why
not? He is. He needs to see the ghastly sight that befalls me, if I have to look
at it, so does he! So I sit his ass down, tie him to the banister, legs apart
in the spreader bar..always legs wide apart! Then I place a large mirror
opposite him. It gets measured, think ‘small’- ‘really small’. It’s got a bend
in it too! I inspect it, with the aid of one of those litter grabbing gadgets on
the end of a stick. Hell, I’m iffy about touching it with gloves on. I label it
appropriately. I set about asking personal embarrassing questions regarding any
pussy action it gets (very little) blow jobs? (none) can you blame her? So you
wank a lot, right?  Haha! even you don’t touch it?!  Tell you what, let Mistress
see what it looks like with a stiffy, if there’s any increase in size. I plonk
my patent stiletto onto it, rub it against the carpet. It’ll either get hard or
get a carpet burn!  There is a minuscule change in flaccidity, going from
‘needle dick’ to just ‘laughable’. Ah it’s the view.. I’m wearing a leather
miniskirt, long bare legs, black stilettos. I’m happy to encourage the gawping,
a: cant fault the sad boy, it’s a good view. b: I really need to see if this
thing gets to more than 3 inches & the only thing I’m touching it with is
the sole of my shoe. He’ll lick that clean later. I’m bored, the view continues
to offend, his balls are a nasty colour, odd shaped, the bend in his cock is
more exaggerated now there’s a hint of stiff. You revolt me. I don’t care if
it’s hard, you’re not tugging at it. Out of my sight now! I’m more than happy to
pass on any comments via email or tweet you have about this knob and his knob.
He needs to know!!

As you will have seen my website has been updated. I needed a fresh look after having the same one for the best part of 5 years. New pictures, easier to navigate around, and this shiny new blog as well. My penchant for rubber has been given much more prominence, and the blog allows me to inform clients of any new added fun toys or services I am now offering.

Thanks must go to Dene at Instinctive Media. He has been designing websites for me now for probably 5-7 years and always comes up with the right look. Him and Mr. Zena get their heads together, decide what would work best, I pick the photos and Dene does his magic. I really can not recommend him enough. If you are in need of a new site, or a fancy blog like the one I have here, give him a ring. He also does my CEO, just google Nottingham Dominatrix, that is how good he is.

Now this was pissing me off. I have told him time and time again, “you must refrain from climaxing in between our sessions”. I am the only one allowed to make him produce his man milk. But it has become apparent that my words have gone unheeded. He finally admitted as much this week during my “interrogation” as to what he has been up to. (Amazing what a few pinpoint electric jolts to the bell end can make him tell me). It turns out that he saw the picture in my previous blog of me in PVC boots and bikini and could not resist “knocking one out” uggg, how gross! And how disrespectful, I am not here for your sexual gratification, I am your Goddess, and as such demand your ultimate servitude.
So, it was time for extreme measures, I have tried telling him, even had him locked up in a CB300, but he apparently either knows how to remove it, or he is more versatile than I thought. Only one thing for it, stitch the bloody thing up, that’ll do it. So onto the examination table with him, there was a bit of grumbling on his part to start with but I soon bring him under control. Out with my suturing kit, nice new needle that would just slide through the skin, and strong suture material to stop the bad boy from getting out. I set about my task with the precision of a trained surgeon (well I have watched enough of this on T.V. to qualify). First we clean the area to be threaded up with iodine. OMG man, can I not even prepare your genitals for operation without you getting a stiffy!  I let his miserable shaft subside before we start again. No anaesthetising, just straight through his foreskin with the first thrust, there is a slight moan from him but he enjoys the pain, he revels in showing me that nothing I can do to him will make him flinch, he is on a journey of discovery and he knows that his Goddess will lead him through it ultimately unharmed. I pull the thread through and begin again, there is no blood, there is this time no moan, he has zoned into what is happening to him, he knows it is for his own good. 3 more passes and he is finished, all stitched up and ready for the world, just enough room for him to pass urine but that is it. He will stay this way until our next encounter, and he will thank me for it, because when I release him and allow him to relieve the aching that has developed in his balls, it will be that more intense, and knowing that his Mistress has commanded it will keep his mind focused.

I need him in chastity, I need his basic male urges, the ‘phwoar’ that’s in his head-but dare not be said-to enhance his suffering. All for my amusement and without touching his cock. I smack it hard with the riding crop. It remains hard. I press the spike of my heel onto it, grinding it to the carpet. Still hard. He apologises with an embarrassed laugh. That’s fine, I’m having fun trying to deflate the thing! However I have a task.I resort to ‘Robojac’ and 2 minutes later-soft dick! On goes CB3000 & the good pounding I give him with my strap-on swiftly re-arouses him, to a point. I stop to inspect the device which is filled to bursting with cock curled agonisingly. Lovely. After devious and painful playtime he enjoys the warm, sweet result of my water intake to rinse all the lube off the device. Then I notice something. His arousal, despite being physically impaired, does actually culminate in a ‘soft dick’ orgasm!! What? How can this be Mr. G? The grip of the device, the sight if it. ‘It’s pressing my head Mistress!’ well, when you next come to worship Me and I remove the device, I’m afraid I’m forced to introduce ‘Ultimate Chastity! It will not involve a steel cage!! Looking forward to Monday 3rd October.