Some guys go through life kidding themselves, some ignore the offending article or shrug off the affliction and get as much pussy as possible to convince themselves size doesn’t matter. Then there are those that enter my world. They know their place, they need the harsh words of dominant, cruel Mistress, to put the size challenged amongst us where he needs to be. No kind words of reassurance, lying to him to feed his fragile ego. ‘size doesn’t matter, big cocks are painful during sex!’ ‘Ask any porn star-they hate big cocks-they poke your ribs baby’
In some respects it’s true, however there’s the other end of the scale, the truly tiny! I’m waggling my pinkie as I type, you know the ones! I enjoy my important role in this kind of session! Made to stand before me and slowly lower the undies-usually baggy grey boxer shorts. Like they need to emphasise the lack of endowment with nasty undercrackers that dicklet almost rattles around in! The rest is not acting, I don’t fake the look of shock, or disgust on my face when I have such abominations of male genitalia dangling pathetically in front of my face. Sometimes eyes open wide, I gasp ‘Oh dear God, it looks like a dick , but smaller’, then I start to laugh, I point at it, a little chuckle.
at some point I realise I have to touch it, lift it, turn it so I can pass My judgement on it, and decide the plan of action. I reach for my ‘grabber’, I use my hand only when I have to. Treatment usually involves electrics to stimulate some growth, or jam it in the Robojac which sucks and stretches it in a vacuum. This is a purely temporary measure and only improves it while its being sucked. I spend many an enjoyable hour with the SDH critters, hitting their crumple button. Downside is I see some horrors!
This is fast becoming the most common duo of “treatments” being asked for, probably just behind the Vacbed/Robojac, which is by far the most stimulating experience that my guys tell me about. Being cocooned in a rubber vacuum with just an air pipe to breath through while having electro charged straps wrapped around nice hard cock, turned up to nearly the maximum, then the suction taking what is left of the air out of the sack constricting every bit of your body, making you feel like you are having the life squeezed out of you. But it doesn’t stop there, this procedure has the effect of making a hard cock enormous, with it being the only part of the anatomy not being constricted, it grows, fills with blood and becomes an even more inviting thing for me to play with., and you know how I love to play
A small but very important part of being a Pro-Domme is filming day. Essential to every aspect of being Mistress Zena. I get to reveal my approach, my unique interpretation of BDSM and kinky fetish exploration that drives me. Having filmed for The English Mansion previously, and enjoyed the day immensely due to the lovely mix of professional film makers and genuinely friendly people. I was hugely flattered when they contacted me again and suggested this time we film at my location-The Facility. They had watched my Dungeon Tour video on my site with interest and stated my place looked a: new surroundings to their usual place to make a nice change b: a nice insight into a Pro-Domme ‘domestic’ type location where I enjoy my Fetish fun with paying guests.
Now I love The Facility, I rent it purely for Mistress Zena to spend Monday to Friday doing what I love doing. I don’t live there so there are no ‘out of bounds’ areas. My home is a 3 minute walk away chosen for its proximity. Consequently I have 2 sets of all the bills but is more than worth it for my guests to enjoy total privacy in a place where each room can be used for my kinky fun and is filled with equipment, furniture, gadgets and other bits and bobs for anyone to point at and ask what it’s for, and ‘may we, with Mistresses permission use it on me?’  Happy to, I don’t acquire it to gather dust! I unlock on Monday morning and step into the semi-darkness, and the familiar smell of my giant ‘Playpen’ that is faint disinfectant -lovely! My heart swelled with pride when The English Mansion said they wished to film there. My rubber outfits were complimented on and requested as was the Bikini -gulp-no biscuits that week! The red corset was chosen too-I’d have been disappointed if it wasn’t- it does show my assets nicely. They requested some particular furniture that they like the look of, with pleasure!
The big day arrives and the room that is being used for the majority of filming is prepared. We get a phone call from ‘P’ informing us that one of the co-stars won’t be able to join us due to serious illness in the family, he is a trusted and well loved part of the team and is totally professional- it must be serious and we tell him our thoughts are with him. Suddenly 2 of the scenes are now starring ….the cameraman, who like a true professional & open minded kinkster will now be in the initial, and main, bi-scene. With his limits in mind the scene is tweaked minutely . He laughs & agrees to ‘take one for the team!!’ Now, Mr Z who was originally there in vital role as cleaner, hander out of tissues, handing me fresh latex gloves when I need them….head of catering, and The Coffee Bitch is now promoted to camera,an and stills photographer for 2 scenes. No problem for him as that’s exactly what he does when it’s my filming day. All pictures on my website and videos are thanks to him. I wouldn’t have it any other way as I relax completely with him, of course-it’s Mr Z, my husband!
We are all professionals, and this is no catastrophe cancelling the day was out of the question….Action! I do what I do, everyone does their bit beautifully. It’s fun, it all falls into place, flows as it should. I remember to put ‘Actress’ Domme hat on…face the camera-good posture-talk more clearly than in session (whispering softly into subs ear doesn’t translate well on film) plenty of narrative but not ramblong-keep head up so voice carries and expressions are caught and hair stays off my face! Not much to keep in mind-phew! Above all..enjoy myself, after all I’m just being me.
The final scene with our new co-star is definately a wind down one-Footworship. I could have easily have ignored the camera, lay back and enjoyed this for an hour, as I regularly do in sessions. Ooh, my tired little size 3’s. Cut! Stills now Mr Z!
While our guests are packing away more of my equipment is spotted and it’s agreed that there has to be another filming day soon, maybe at a local film/photo studio, where we’ll fill Mr Z’s work van (yes, he has a day job!) with lots more stuff that was missed this time.
So….enormous thanks to the new, unwitting yet wonderful co-star from English Mansion. My own sub, Alex, who has shared many fun filled rubber themed sessions over the years I’ve owned him. I know I can rely on him to perform, take pain and humiliation with the quiet dignity I’ve trained him to. Mr Z was unflappable- always smiling, making great coffee. The day went smoothly and without a single hiccup-If there was, those of you who subscribe to the amazing site that is English Mansion will never spot it!
Oh-and don’t forget me!!!(Takes a bow- catches the bouquet!!!!)
You all know I love what I do, and I simply couldn’t tell you  a favourite! But my sessions involving electro play do excite me. The pain, discomfort sneaks up, builds up steadily. Up and up to a very intense level that is endured by tensing muscles, short sharp breaths through gritted teeth. With no effort on my part apart from turning a dial, sitting back and watching the results. Everyone can enjoy electro play, those that really dont like a lot of pain, (not everyone is a pain freak)but like uncomfortable sensations- those that can’t take marks home, but enjoy pain. Medical sessions-essential! the surreal, intrusive nature of attachments and insertables, that has a current running down it. One of my ‘all-rounders’ is Mr G. He’s up for anything. So lets have….lots of bondage (black self sticking pallet wrap) sensory deprivation- masked and headphones with rainfall playing and Electro Play. Cock nice and hard-3 straps along the length, and the flexible catheter to make the 4 areas of current. A drop of lube at the opening of his urethra and I slide it in! All the way- it snakes down the inside of the shaft and off in the direction of his bladder. he lets out a groan, grits his teeth. All done, apart from turning the box on and turning the dial.
It’s subs birthday, so picked him something from my garden, he’s got me chocolate!
