Boot Camp – femdom style

Fitness has always been my obsession. As a good dominatrix I like to
keep my body in trim – flexible and strong with powerful muscles
capable of wielding a mighty blow of the cane and a crackingly loud
flick of the whip. I also like my slaves to be in the peak of
condition – after all if they are with me, they need to be strong
enough to take my punishments. Fit mistress – fit slave – that’s my
motto.

So the other day I filmed a great boot camp session with one of my
regular slaves.

As Madam  Commandant and fitness mistress, I ordered my victim to
strip naked and report to me in the garden of the Oubliette. I donned
my favourite attire for these keep fit domme sessions: a military look
designed to let the slave know who’s boss (not that there is any
question about this). My long blond hair was tucked into an army
officer’s cap (probably Soviet era). I wore a khaki top and camouflage
pants rounded off with a pair of short studded boots. This powerful
image was completed by my military cane which I kept under my arm in
case my subject stepped out of line (which surprisingly he often did).

I began the boot camp by ordering the slave to bring out a pale of
water held in his mouth. Woe betide him if he spilt a drop of the
liquid. Of course he did so and his disobedience was punished with a
mighty slap or two across the chops (this is where my strength comes
into its own).

The PE session comprised a variety of strenuous activities. I barked
orders for the slave to do ski jumps, jack jumps and press ups. I set
an extra challenge for the wanker by placing my heavy boot on his bare
arse – in this way the activities were an even tougher challenge. I
added some extra challenges by making him do rapid press ups with my
cap deftly placed in the small of his back. I told him that if he let
the cap drop, he would get a beating with my cane. It’s amazing how
much incentive for fitness there is with the threat of a heavily
marked arse.

As the session progressed, slave showed his flagging fitness – which
was answered by a severe kicking in the nuts. Doing the plank or a
press up provides the perfect target for cock and balls.  Him on
all-fours, I showed the lazy layabout no mercy as my boot slammed
firmly into his waiting balls. Yelps of pain mingled with his
out-of-breath panting. It was a sound I loved.

As it was a warm day, I concluded the session with some water torture.
Our garden has a fine fountain feature – a cascade of cold water
rapidly falling into a pool; a perfect place for ordering the slave to
do many press ups against the pool edge. He did as he was told but not
quickly enough so I landed my boot on the back of his head. Then I
pressed down forcing his head into the cold water. Head submerged and
gasping for breath, I added to his misery by landing many strokes of
the cane on his bare arse. It was wonderful to hear not cries of pain
but gurgles of torment as his mouth was held underwater and my cane
reined down on his buttocks.

Session over – my slave had completed his boot camp, fitter, wetter
and definitely arse-cheek redder than when he started.

My boot camp session with the slave can be seen on my Oubliette Films clips…..
Thttps://iwantclips.com/store/378621/Oubliette Take a look and imagine I’ve got you by the
short and curlies!

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The Tractor Factor

 

 

Farmyard toys are always popular and boys do like to play with their tractors.  Well this mistress also enjoys tractor play – not a toy, a real one. The other day I was down on the farm when I came across my slave. He had been a very naughty boy, not doing as he was told and being just a little too cocky for my comfort. Cocky behaviour deserves cocky treatment. So I put his cock in a cage and gave it a good hard slapping. I led him by the balls to my full-sized working tractor. He looked a bit aghast when he saw the old thing – what were my plans? To run over his dick with the huge tractor wheels? No, I am not that cruel. But I am cruel enough to tie his arms to the body of the tractor. Better than any whipping bench, his arse stuck out as he struggled to get free. That of course, was not possible. I had other plans. Dressed in my PVC catsuit and donning a mighty pair of black thigh boots, I slipped on my thickest dildo. I ordered him to present his arse. Starting slowly, but not that slowly, my mistress-dick entered his waiting hole. Rammed up against the old tractor, he was going nowhere except forward and backwards as I grabbed his hair and began my rhythmic thrusts. In – out, In-out, fucking all about. As I started to fuck him faster, the tractor began to rattle, the wheels moved back and forth in response; there was no sound except the twittering of birds in the wood and the moans of a rogered slave. I got ever more excited; my womanly rubber penis pumped up and down like a piston in his worthless arse. His hands tightly tied, slave boy tried to get away, but of course he was going nowhere. I was hotting up, almost getting carried away but all good things must cum to an end! I told him that I would leave him tied to the bonnet and that  I might come back to have another play with my toy slave and the real tractor.

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My Command is Your Wish

Be careful what your wish for. That’s something you need to know if
you see Mistress Paris. I had a mail from a would-be slave who sent me
a list of kinky desires. Well he came round a few days ago, I threw
him into the dungeon and ticked off his list one by one.

#1 I’d like to be humiliated and degraded
No problem at all – for me. I barked an order for him to strip naked
as I appeared in long leather boots, seamed stockings, corset, black
gloves and skin-tight hot pants. I could tell he was pleased by what
he saw as his cock grew long enough to be a ripe target for the back
of my hand. I then slapped him hard across the face and ordered him to
lick my boots so clean that I could see myself in them. He was too
slow at getting down so I pulled him up by the hair and gave him ten
regular slaps with my gloved hands. I then ordered him on his knees
again. As he went down I puckered up and gave him two great globules
of mistress spit. It ran down his forehead and on to my boots. I
shouted at him to lick off my spittle and gave him two more showers
just to be helpful!
#2 I want to receive your golden rain
No problem…..while he was down on the floor licking my boots – of
course not thoroughly enough – I stood astride him, pulled by pants
aside and let forth another shower….this time of golden rain. It
cascaded all over his body but I aimed specially for his crotch which
ended up dripping in piss.
#3 I want to be verbally abused.
Again happy to oblige. I called him all the names under the sun
including some very personal abuse about his weight, looks and general
demeanour. I love this aspect of my work …I can be a very loud and
very abusive bitch so I really let rip on the old verbals. I called
him every name and some he’d never heard of.
#4 Food play
As a fan of Bake Off and other foodie programmes, I love using food as
a sexual weapon. I made him lie on his back while I chewed on a giant
cream cake – a profiterole actually. As the cream, sponge and
chocolate got churned up in my mouth, I spat out these munched up
gobbets spill on to his face and waiting mouth. With a whole box of
cakes, I managed to cover his entire body with chewed up gunge. Then I
took a ripe mango  and slowly squashed it with the sharp heel of my
leather boot. I made sure he watched me do this and then i ordered him
to turn on all fours and lick up my mess. Every morsel.
#5 Toilet torture
I told him that he was disgusting – covered in spit, mashed up cream
cake and piss. He needed a good wash. So I marched him to the toilet,
opened the lid, and forced his face into the toilet waters. Four or
five times i use my dirty boot to submerge him. Then I pulled the
chain so that the slave had a good old toilet shower.
#6 Outdoor fun
Still not clean, I then grabbed hold of his neck and frog marched him
to the garden. It was a cold day and i ordered him to stand to
attention bollock naked. I laughed and laughed at this pathetic sight.
But had one more treat for him
#7 Let us Spray
I took my long hose attached to the cold, very cold, water tap. I had
great fun in hosing down the wretch. He wriggled and squirmed as the
freezing jets attacked his shivering skin – then I turned my hose on
his cock and balls. You never saw a penis shrivel as fast as this one
did.
#8 Throw me on the street
I told him to get dressed – even though still wet, opened the dungeon
door and kicked him out into the street.
One very satisfied customer.