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
So the other day I filmed a great boot camp session with one of my
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
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…..
Take a look and imagine I’ve got you by the
short and curlies! Here’s the link