Ruined cum. Pain – the top and bottom of it.


As a fully-fledged pain slut, Wifey can take a lot and of course, I can give it. The other day I had real fun filming a session of what I call, end-to-end torment; top to toe torture. After all, why just focus on a slave’s balls or arse or nipples when you can have it all?


I couldn’t wait to get my cruel hands on his prostrate body – but it wasn’t only my hands that gave Wifey such a hard time; my dungeon has so many instruments of pain I hardly knew where to start.


The session began with Wifey prostrate on my torture bed. His arms and hands were strapped down and I tightened up the leather belts around his chest. Tight, but not too tight as a I don’t want him to stop breathing – not just yet anyway.


I checked that Wifey’s chastity cage was well and truly locked into his cock. Yes, it was all in place and that dick was going nowhere. His balls were nicely swollen and of a lovely shade of purple as a result of the tight metal bars holding them firmly in place. Of course, I couldn’t help but to tease the taught skin of his ball sac with my long fingers and nicely sharp nails.


And so dressed in my short leather skirt, leather top and boots I began Wife’s pain session in earnest. First I attached my infamous nipple clamps – lovely steel pegs attached to the overhead bar on the bed and suspended by strong chains. There was a yelp from Wifey as the clamps were attached to his vulnerable nipples but this was only the start. The yelps became gasps of pain as I hoisted the clamps by turning the ratchet on the bar. As the clamps were lifted, his nipples of course stretched to bursting point and all you could hear was a cry of pained anguish.


With his top half in pain, it was now time to turn to his lower bits. I ordered him to spread his legs apart – and encouraged him to obey with a few well aimed taps on the testicles. What came next was a surprise – for him a nasty one. I lubed up my electro-dildo and shoved it up his arse.


My electrics are not for pussies – well for male ones, they are. I turned up the dial to 11 and his arse tube filled with agonising pulses of pure pain. His groans filled the dungeon air – music to my ears.


With his bum getting the full electro works, I turned my attention back to his nipples. Hoisting them up high again but this time giving him a little soothing therapy – a rubbed my ample tits into his face and whispered sweet nothings that made me sound sorry for what I was doing to him. Wifey knows that I don’t mean it of course. All adds to the bitchy teasing that I enjoy. On, off, on off – each time the clamps were removed, more severe pain.


I gave his sore balls a nice licking with my tongue but remembered to keep pulling on the chains to make his nipples stand to attention. Think of me as a sergeant major of pain.


It was time to add something to the torture experience. I sat astride Wifey’s face and ordered him to lick my panties. I sat hard on his nose and mouth so forcing him to gasp for breath. Being a merciful domme I lent forward to release his cock from the chastity cage. Off came the metal bars and on went my fingers. I started to give the poor dick a bit of special wank.


After all this TLC (tender loving cock torture) I decided to up the ante. Time for a bit of nettle play. I grow my own nettles in such a way that their sting becomes much more potent than usual. It’s nature giving something back. With my gloved hand, I rubbed the nasty nettles into his hardening cock. A nettle sting comes in waves – not unlike an electric shock. Wifey groaned loudly as nature’s stings got to work coursing agonising torments through his lower body. Enjoying myself even more now, I wrapped the luscious nettle leaves around his cock and wanked it hard. Agonised cries filled the space around my torture bed – as his orgasm grew he didn’t know whether to plead for me to stop or beg for me to continue. That’s exactly as I like it.


But I hadn’t finished with him yet. I gave his cock and nice rub with something from a tube. What was it? Soothing cream? Not a bit of it! It was heat rub meant to sooth a sore back. Imagine the mixture of sensations: prickly pain from the nettles, deep fiery heat from the gel and the desperate need to cum. Wifey’s legs, and his whole body was shaking with mixed emotions – my two favourite emotions. Yes. Agony AND ecstasy.

Watch the clip here



Foot and Ice work if you can get it! (and you can)

No-one likes a good joke more than me. I don’t know why but when I’m
torturing a slave, I can’t help but laugh, especially if he’s forced
to suck on a lolly made out of Mistress’ sacred golden nectar. You’ve
heard the expression ‘laugh till you cry’? Well, my version is ‘I
laugh till you cry’. And maybe beyond! A good example of a session
that reduced a slave to humiliating hilarity took place in my dungeon
the other day.

A slave said he wanted to foot worship. I was happy to oblige but only
if I could have lots of fun with his naked body first.

He had no
choice but to agree. And so the session began: I greeted him with
scorn in our famous torture chamber. I ordered him to get naked – fast
– and chained his arms and legs so that he formed a very nice ‘X’
shape. I ensured that his legs stayed nice and wide by clamping on a
spreader bar – one of Mistress’ countless dungeon toys. Spread-eagled
now he was all mine. Mine to enjoy!

I began by pointing and mocking his tiny cock which needed a
magnifying glass to see. Such was my disdain for it that I gave it
some hefty slaps with the back of my strong hands. ‘Did that hurt?
Yes? It’s just your starter for ten’, I laughed in his face which was
in wincing pain. I then took from my collection, a large cock pump.
Slave no doubt believed that I was about to apply it to his penis to
help it grow. In fact I held it a few inches away from his limp dick
but instead of its usual use, I stuck it firmly up his arse without
warning. That led to yet more cries of pain and anguish, but that only
made me laugh more. Then without warning I slapped the cringing
cock-cuckold hard across the face. I repeated this several times until
I heard him begging me to stop.

Red-faced with an impression of my hand, I released him from bondage.
But not for long. I ordered him to put his head  in my wall stocks and
rummaged in my collections for another one of Mistress’ toys of
torment. There it was – my stainless steel spider gag. What a gag! I
applied this to his mouth and opened the screw so that his gob was
really gaping.

‘It’s time for you to have some food and drink. See what a kind
mistress I am?’ He nodded in agreement at this but could only grunt as
his mouth was wired wide. Then, pretending to be a soft Mistress, I
wanked his cock. This came as a complete surprise to the slave who
responded in the predicted way. He soon came but I collected his mess
on a large kitchen spoon. You can guess what came next? Yes I forced
his cum down his pathetic throat.

‘Does that taste good? Your own spunk?’ He looked at me pleadingly but
I was not finished yet.

‘Are you thirsty? Do you fancy a nice ice lolly?’ He looked puzzled at
this offer. But I had something really surprising in store. Well in my
freezer to be exact. It was a tray of ic cubes made of Mistress’
golden pee. I shoved the icy piss into his open mouth, and told him to
keep it on his tongue until all the golden liquid had melted. Nearly
gagging on my melting piss, I couldn’t help but laugh until I cried.

Thus properly humiliated, I took him out of the stocks and as an extra
treat bent him over my bench to give his arse (still holding that cock
pump) a thorough caning. Let’s call his six-teen of the best!

Slave had done well to take all my humiliations and so just before he
left the dungeon I allowed him to gently suck on each of Mistress’
toes. Foot worship with a ‘bit extra’ you could say.

Why not join the fun (mine) and book a session with your laughing Mistress?

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

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…..

Take a look and imagine I’ve got you by the
short and curlies! Here’s the link


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.

If you want to see this blog in action then watch my I want clips


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
#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.

customer service

As a domme my motto is ‘the customer is always wrong’. But there are
times when I am more than happy to oblige their kinky requests. So the
other day, a slave contacted me to say he wanted to be humiliated and
degraded. Those two words are music to my ears. If the slave wants
humiliation and to be treated like a miserable animal – then I’m the
woman to deliver.

He asked to be made to kneel naked at my feet. And with a wave of my
magic (electro) wand and the rub of his oily lamp, my command is his
wish (to reverse the Aladdin story). So he arrived at the dungeon only
to be told to strip naked and get down on his knees. As he did so,
bollocks and cock hanging out ready for my ‘attention’, I quickly did
a neat bit of ropework on his hands. I am well trained in bondage
knots and in a flash transformed some of my rope into a pair of
handcuffs. A quick pull on the rope and the knots got tighter binding
his hands firmly behind his back. Feeling that he was looking a little
too comfortable, I placed a nice thin cane under his knees. Believe me
that gets very very painful. Sadly, for him, he winced in pain.
Wincing without permission is a crime in the Paris Penal Code and so
he was instantly punished by a harsh slap across the face.

‘You are going to please your mistress by  performing the lick and
slap routine!,’ I barked into his left ear. He looked puzzled. What
did this mean?

‘You will lower your head, pull out your disgusting tongue and start
licking my leather boots. After 10 licks you will present your face to
me for two slaps, one on each cheek. If your licking is not up to
standard, my standard, you will receive double or treble the number of
face slaps. Is that clear?’

The naked and bound slave nodded meekly. The licking began. He started
well but soon began to grunt and slaver over boots. He was clearly
enjoying this far too much and had broken my laws.

‘Head up – filthy dog. Present you cheeks to me. Your face cheeks (the
other ones will receive my attention soon enough.’ He knelt up and put
his head back ready for a slapping. But this time I surprised him with
a powerful jet of spit – mistress spit; goddess spit, right between
the eyes. A lovely globule of saliva went clean into his right eye.
Unable to wipe his face, I helped in the drying process by delivering
20 powerful slaps with my now gloved hands. I am a strong goddess and
a slap from me is a mighty blow. He yelled in pain as each blow made
his face turn redder.

Tired with this punishment, I took another length of rope and tied it
tightly round his balls – a neat slip knot pressed up into his fleshy

‘You will follow me. You have no choice!’ I bellowed at him and pulled
on the rope yanking him on to all fours. He followed me like a docile
lap poodle. I led him by the balls into the garden, pushed him on to
the cold and wet grass (this was February). He was now flat on his
back looking up at his mistress’ boots, stocking tops and black
panties. I sensually moved the knickers to one side exposing my secret
pee hole.

‘Open your mouth you filthy mastiff’ He did so and without a pause I
unleashed a stream of my golden juices aimed directly at his open gob.
I made sure that my aim wasn’t that good and covered his shivering
body with my warm piss. How I laughed at his predicament: naked on my
lawn, goosepimpled from the cold and now smeared in warm urine.

‘Thank mistress for warming you up you ungrateful fucker!’ I was now
pissed or pissed off and gave him a sharp kick in the ribs. For this
he simply moaned and didn’t thank me.  I unleashed a torrent of abuse
calling him every name under the sun. Then it happened. He was excited
by being verbally assaulted that his cock got hard.

‘How dare you have an erection without my permission?’ I was furious.
So furious that I went inside to fetch a short cock whip. I bent over
over him and gave him 12, 15, 20, maybe 30 harsh blows with the whip
not just on his tethered balls  but at his stiff cock – which quickly
subsided with the biting stings of the whip.

I had had enough of this wanker. I ordered him on to his feet and
marched him by the testicles to my dungeon and the cage within, I
shoved him into the narrow cage and closed the iron bar gates tightly

‘You will spend the night in this cell, with only my piss to drink
from your body. And if I come to find you with a stiffy again, I will
take you out and strap you into my punishment bed to give you a night
of torture you never dreamt of.

With that warning, I turned out the dungeon light. Locked in his tiny
cage, enveloped in darkness with nothing to eat, he would have hours
to  think abut his crimes. Hours to thank his mistress for her
generous customer service.

Spitting Image

Imagine being covered with the spit of your divine mistress. A recent slave didn’t have to imagine – he experienced the exquisite juices of his goddess at first hand. Mouth juices weren’t the only liquids to descend on this worthless piece of you will see.

Slave arrived at my dungeon but was ordered to strip naked and report to his mistress outside in the garden. Now this is winter and it was rather chilly. So to warm up the naked slaveboy  I attached a metal dog lead around his neck. Pulling hard on the collar, I ordered the shivering lump of jelly to heel to his mistress. This was not hard as my heels were 6 inches long. They supported a shiny pair of leather thigh boots which half covered my long leather trench coat.

‘Heel’ I barked my orders to the human dog and sped around the garden like it was show day at Crufts. Sadly (for him) the man cur couldn’t keep up and I had to pull on the lead very hard. The bollock naked slave collapsed in a heap. He had a look of self pity which only stoked up the fire in my temper.

‘Stay on the ground you worthless pig’, I shouted. ‘I have a present for you. Lie flat and open that doggy mouth of yours’. He did as he was told. I leant over him and delivered a gob-load of my spit. Slowly at first, the thick spittle fell into his waiting mouth. ‘Drink it!’, I ordered. He did so. He had no choice.

I then spat hard into his face but demanded that he did not wipe it away. Imagine how humiliated he must have felt covered in his mistress’ personal spit.

I had more spit to come and aimed it this time at his pathetic man-dick. My liquid covered his by-now erect cock.

‘Wipe it off your cock and don’t dare to have a hard on as you rub it.’ Of course my demands were not met. Of course he had a hard on. It got harder as he glanced up at my towering leather-clad body and the horse whip I was holding in gloved hands.

‘I told you not to have an erection. Did I not make myself clear?’

The slave shook his head and whimpered an apology. This was not good enough and yanked his lead to make him follow me back inside. His relief at being back in the warm was short lived although he was about to get warmer.

I brought two plastic dog bowls over and ordered him to watch me carefully.  I then squatted over the first bowl and filled it with my golden nectar. Then I did the same with the second doggie bowl. Both were full to the brim in mistress’ piss.

‘Well doggie – you must be thirsty after all your efforts! Use your tongue to lap up every drop. Every drop in both bowls.’

Calling him every name under the sun, the naked pig man / dog shit lapped up my pee with noisy vigour. He lapped up every drop as ordered.

And so it was time for a reward. A liquid reward. Another dollop of my spit right on to his pee-crusted lips.

‘Thank your mistress for giving you two kinds of drink!’

He thanked me, wiped his moist mouth and collapsed at my feet stammering words of apology. But i couldn’t hear what he said. ‘If you have something to say there’s only one thing to do now – spit it out!’