Last night's D/s session

I’ve been wanting to have a D/s session with James but it seems the nights have been getting away from us and we’re too tired after dinner. So last night I decided to be ready as soon as he got home from work. I called him earlier in the day and told him to come right home.  I arrived home first so I showered and dried my hair. Then I went through my toy chest to select an outfit and the implements of discipline I wanted to use on my hubby.

I put on my leather corset, leather gloves, and thigh high leather boots. James arrived and I met him in the hallway wearing my leather outfit.

But that’s not all. I was not wearing any panties and in my hands I was holding an enema bag and the attaching tube. James froze as I ordered him to strip naked and had him follow me into the bedroom. I had covered my mattress with an old blanket and towels and I laid out a series of whips and paddles that I planned to utilize. 

I ordered him to kneel in the middle of the floor as I fastened a leather dog collar around his neck. I went into the bathroom and filled the enema bag with warm water and clasped shut the tubing. I took the hook on the bag and fastened it to the inactive ceiling fan above my bed.  I then ordered James to worship me beginning with my corset. I whispered for him to smell and taste the leather and James obliged by giving the corset a deep tongue bath. He licked every inch of it from top to bottom, front and back.

Next, I ordered James to lick my boots. I was still standing but as he began, I decided to sit on the edge of the bed and raise one boot up at a time to allow him easy access. James licked the boot beginning with the point of the toe, licking around the sides, stopping to suck the heel, and finally working his way up to my thighs. After he was finished with my left boot, I lowered it and raised up the right one. James repeated his ritual of adoration on that boot as I watched with approval.

I then told James that I was in the mood to hurt him. I ordered him to lay face down on the bed. I began to whip his ass, first with my flogger. It is very soft and I used it for a warm-up.  Then I went to one of the first whips James had ever bought for me. He got it at Dream Dresser in DC back in the late 90’s and it has a leather handle with a dozen thin strands of rubber. I began to whip James and he jumped as the rubber strands bit into the sensitive flesh of his ass cheeks. I loved it when he tensed up from the pain as he grasped the mattress with his hands.

I knew he needed a little reprieve after I had dished out a few dozen strokes from the rubber whip so I picked up a fur mitten that is nice and soft. I began to lightly run the fur over his ass to soothe it a little. James began to relax but then when he least expected it, I grabbed a wooden paddle and gave him five hard whacks. James jumped and let out a scream. It was precious. 

Finally, I ended his whipping by dishing out a dozen hard smacks from my short riding crop. I made sure the final six strokes were something he’d remember for days to come. I’m sure the welts will stay on his ass at least for a couple of days.

Now it was time for his enema. I wasn’t originally planning on giving him an enema but when I was fumbling through my toy chest, I came across the black pumpkin enema bag and attached the metal butt-plug shaped nozzle. Seeing the enema bag brought back some wonderful memories of D/s sessions from our earlier years in the lifestyle. That’s why I decided to hold the enema bag in my hands when I greeted him in the hallway. I was saying to him “Remember this?”

James has a love, hate relationship with enemas. The reasons are private and have to do with childhood experiences. Giving James an enema makes me want to engage in age play. There is so much that can be done with an enema age play scenario. I can be the naughty nurse, the punitive Aunt, the nurturing Mommy, the dominant Governess, or some other female authority figure. How I decided to play this one must remain private between my husband and I, but I will say it had deep meaning for him and took him to a vulnerable state of being.

I put on a latex glove and lubricated his anus in a very sensual way. Then I slowly inserted the butt-plug shaped nozzle. Once it was secure, I undid the clasp which allowed the water to slowly flow inside of him. I told James to let me know when he felt full of the water. Once he expressed to me that he didn’t think he could take anymore, I clasped the tube shut and I had him carefully roll over on his back, with the nozzle still inside of him.

I then pulled my breasts out of the corset and climbed on top of my vulnerable hubby. I took his hands and placed them on me. I told him that he would have to bring me to two orgasms before I would allow him to relieve himself of the enema water. James was semi-erect, a little soft from the discomfort of the enema but still very excited from the sensuality of my naked pussy sitting on his stomach while he was fondling my naked breasts. I was getting very turned on so I inched my way up until I was sitting on his face. I directed him to lick me. As I placed my hand behind me for balance, I brushed against his penis which was now rock hard.

James began to lick me with passion and fortunately for him, I came very quickly. But that was just the first orgasm. I wanted more. He continued to eat my pussy and I took my right hand and reached behind me and pushed on his stomach which made my poor hubby very uncomfortable. Of course we were still in character so we addressed each other by our role-playing personas. This just made us all the more excited and I came for a second and then a third time as he continued to tongue me.

My goal was to give him an orgasm by rubbing my breasts against his cock while he still had the enema water trapped inside (I even contemplated releasing what remained in the bag into him while I did this) but James begged me for mercy. Once I had climbed off his face and he was no longer lost in my pussy, reality set in and he was consumed by his discomfort. Therefore, I permitted him to make the necessary trip to the bathroom. He grabbed the towel that was underneath him and held it firmly in place against his bottom, the nozzle still inside his anus, as I unhooked the bag from the ceiling fan. James then made the mad dash for the bathroom.

I was so relaxed from my many orgasms that I brushed all the toys off the bed and climbed under the covers. James was in the bathroom for a long time (he had to clean himself up as well as the enema equipment) and by the time he re- joined me in bed, I had already fallen asleep. Too bad. No orgasm for James.

When I awoke from my nap, James had prepared a late dinner for me. It was a truly wonderful night.

My own personal experience with ball busting

When Michelle shared with me her tales of how she loved to bust her husband’s balls, I was both surprised and, I must admit, curious. Steve used to run a program on his PC during our ClubFEM socials that would display one at a time, in random order, his collection of FemDom pictures he had collected over the years. Most of these were from FemDom internet sites and they had a variety of themes, one of them being ball busting. I couldn’t help but notice the pictures since his PC was in the same room where we held our socials. Some pictures really caught my attention. Steve’s collection was big on pony play, trampling, and ball busting. I found the ball busting pictures to be enjoyable to look at. I’m not sure why but seeing the euphoric look on the women’s faces and the pained look of agony on the male’s faces made me smile.

We did a little mild c/b play in our ClubFEM group. One wife used to love to put her slave in a humbler device during our socials. But none of the ladies were really into ball busting and it never came up when we dominant gals shared ideas or asked questions of each other during our socials. We were of varying experience levels from complete novices to more advanced lifestyle players. Although I was the Head Mistress, I was somewhere in the middle. I was still a novice in many areas but more experienced than the majority of the women who joined our group.

My philosophy was basically “I’ll try anything once” and I can honestly say I’ve stayed true to that philosophy when it comes to FemDom. You name it and I’ve probably done it to my husband, or if not to him than to a client, at least once. If I didn’t like doing it, than I would never do it again. But if I liked doing it, than I had found something new to add to my FemDom repertoire.

So when Michelle told me about how aroused she became when she busted her husband’s balls, my curiosity got the better of me. I was able to relate a little because one of the first clients I ever dominated in person wanted me to whip and punish his cock because he wanted to be punished for having slept with too many women in his past. We met for dinner then he got a hotel room. I brought the outfit he wanted me to wear; my leather corset, a pair of tight leather shorts and my knee length leather boots. I also brought my light deerskin flogger.

I got dressed in my outfit and he stripped naked for me. I tied him face up on the bed and when he gained his full erection I saw that he was well-endowed. I did some teasing and denial with him, getting him very excited, than I took my soft flogger and began to whip his cock. I whipped his cock with a rhythm that had him on the edge of orgasm. A few times I accidently got his balls squarely which hurt him enough that it broke the mood, but I must admit that it excited me. He bounced back immediately from the pain and he asked me to whip him faster and harder, which I did and he couldn’t hold back so he finally climaxed. I was very, very aroused from this session.

Talking with Michelle and drawing from my own experience made me want to bust my husband’s balls. I tried it, tying James down on the bed and using my deerskin flogger I began to lightly whip his cock. He was able to endure having his cock whipped (although he grimaced and winced in pain) but once I began hitting his balls, James was not able to endure it. After two of three solid blows to his balls, he yelped and used his safe word. I made him describe to me the pain he felt. He said it was like a shot in his gut and he had difficulty catching his breath. Too bad because I was having a good time. Oh well, that’s why there is such a thing as a safe word. I didn’t want to have to take my hubby to the emergency room like Michelle had to do with her hubby.

I have no idea how Michelle’s hubby was able to endure what she did to him. According to her, she really busted his balls with full kicks and hard whippings.  

From time to time, I still have been known to press the heel of my boot or my knee hard against my hubby’s crotch during sessions which causes him to gasp.

While it might not have the force of ball busting the way a whip or a kick to the groin would, it’s still close enough for me.

Ball busting

One of the more interesting dominant women I met back when I was the Head Mistress of the MD/DC chapter of ClubFEM was a woman from Norfolk, VA. I received an e-mail from a woman who wanted to attend our socials. We exchanged phone numbers and she began to call me up almost weekly to talk about her FemDom marriage. Her name was Michelle and she was married to her husband Gary and they were not only into FemDom but also S&M.

Michelle wanted to join ClubFEM but she lived over 3 hours away and she was very busy. She said she had a time-consuming career and on the weekends she taught a karate class. What she was looking for was a mentor and someone to share ideas with. I was willing to talk with her over the phone once a week but it didn’t take too long before it became apparent that Michelle was way more advanced than any of us in ClubFEM when it came to how she played with her husband.

Michelle told me all about her attic and all the BDSM gear they had and how intense her sessions were with her husband. They were into some very heavy S&M and I ended up asking her more questions about her lifestyle than she asked about mine. Michelle talked about how she used PGS tens units and engaged in electricity play and how she drilled holes into a jock cup and fitted her husband with the cup and inserted an electric catheter in his penis and attached metal wires and prongs and all of this wild stuff that I had no idea what she was talking about. It was kind of freaky to me to tell you the truth.

I told her our ClubFEM group was very tame compared to how she played with her husband but Michelle said she wanted to join a group so she could publically humiliate him and she wanted to share ideas with the other women in the group. I was totally honest with her and told her that some of the women in my group were barely able to administer a spanking to their husbands without feeling weird. I could image how they would have felt if Michelle were there telling the group her tales of what goes on in her attic.

Michelle never made it to a ClubFEM social but she still called me up from time to time to discuss how her FemDom marriage was progressing. I told Elise about Michelle and I interviewed her for one of the 2006 issues of Predominant.

One of the things that Michelle told me about was how she loved to engage in ball busting. She loved to tie her husband down to the bed or on a bondage table and bust his balls, either with a whip or by kicking him with her boots or by kneeing him in the balls. Michelle told me that nothing got her more aroused than busting a man’s balls. She actually confessed to me that she had injured her husband on one occasion to the point that he had to be treated at a local hospital. His testicles had become very swollen and she was afraid she had done permanent damage.

He turned out to be okay but that episode scared her enough that she decided she needed another submissive male to play with. She said that while she loved busting her husband’s balls, she realized that he could only take so much.

The last time I talked with Michelle, which had to be 4 or 5 years ago, she had placed ads on some BDSM sites like alt.com looking for another submissive. She wanted to introduce another man into her sessions with her husband. This new sub would have to allow her to bust his balls and he had to be open to some forced-bi sessions with her husband because she was training Gary to become her lezzy slut. I wonder if she ever found someone who fit the bill.

Boot Lovers

Here is a secret that few know. One of the couples that were a part of my original ClubFEM group ran a website dedicated to women wearing boots. The husband did the photography and his wife was his number one model but he would also take pictures of other women wearing boots.

The first time I met this couple at a ClubFEM social he just gawked at my knee length leather boots all night. Later on he asked his wife to ask me if he could “worship” my boots. His wife was very beautiful and she was wearing a pair of black thigh high boots so I suggested that my husband could worship her boots while her husband worshipped my boots. She thought that was a wonderful suggestion.

We sat in these comfortable chairs as our hubbys groveled before us. I must say this man was an excellent boot licker. He kissed, licked and worshipped my boots for at least 30 minutes straight. He sucked the heels and covered every inch of my boots with kisses and long, loving licks of adoration. I could feel his tongue through the leather and it was like a gentle foot and leg massage.

James also demonstrated a passion for being a boot slave as he did his best to keep up by doing likewise to the other Mistress’s thigh high boots. She complimented him on his performance which carried some weight because she was married to a true boot fetishist.

The best thing about knowing this couple was seeing her boot collection. She invited me and some other of the ClubFem Mistresses over to her house this one day and she showed us all of her boots.

We all tried them on and her husband took some pictures for his website. My foot was a little bigger than hers but I was still able to fit into a couple of pairs. My favorite was this pair of blue leather boots with black laces. I looked damn sexy in them and I asked her if I could wear them at the next ClubFEM social. She agreed and I was a big hit that night.

But because they were was such a tight fit on my feet, I could only wear them for short spurts of time. I made sure that any man who worshipped my boots that night (and there were quite a few) also gave me a foot massage afterwards.

I began to accumulate my own boot collection. It’s nothing special and I rarely wear them out because I’m not big on walking in heels. But donning a pair of leather boots and having my husband worship them in the bedroom has always been a lovely experience.

I believe I'm in the mood for some boot worship and boot domination this weekend.

Kathleen meets Mistress Lynn

My search for finding a new location to host our ClubFem socials (later part of 2004 and early 2005) led me to a lifestyle Mistress in the DC area who had just begun doing professional domination sessions at her new dungeon located across the river in northern Virginia. Her scene name is Mistress Lynn.

Lynn contacted me and expressed an interest in joining our group so when I told her that our group was in transition she invited me to check out her dungeon in Fairfax county Virginia. James and I traveled to DC, around the beltway toward Springfield and we met Lynn at a restaurant. We had lunch with her and then we followed her as she drove through some back roads until we came to the rather isolated house on a dead end street. The basement of the house was Lynn’s play-space. She gave us the tour and it was cozy with a kitchen area, a bathroom, a cozy little living room with a fireplace and a bedroom. The living room and bedroom areas were full of bondage equipment.  

Like most of the Mistresses I’ve met in this lifestyle, Lynn was very nice and down to earth. Lynn expressed to me how much she loved the D/s and FemDom lifestyles and how she had joined various groups around the DC area. Lynn had a special love for foot slaves and she was a member of a foot group where men worshipped the feet of women. I didn’t realize such groups existed. I thought that I might be interested in a group like that as I have always loved having my feet tended to.

I told Lynn that some of the women at ClubFEM were talking about having a foot fetish night where our slaves gave us foot massages, foot baths, pedicures, etc. I suggested that if we were to use Lynn’s place to host our socials, perhaps the first night could be a foot fetish night.

Lynn was honest with me and said how she would be willing to host ‘some’ socials but not all. Her suggestion was that we find several venues and rotate. Lynn planned to use her place for professional domination sessions as well as a hosting place for some of the other groups she was associated with. That sounded fair to me and I told her I would discuss it with the ladies of ClubFEM to see how they felt about it.

I really thought we would use Lynn’s place to host our next social but in the meantime a new couple contacted me and offered their home. It was in a more centrally located area so we chose that location over Lynn’s studio. Naturally I invited Lynn to the social but she was unable to make it that night because she had a prior commitment. It was during this time that I decided to hand the group over to Mistress Lisa and she became responsible for finding the venues. We never did use Mistress Lynn’s place but I did a search and I see that she is still a practicing professional Dominatrix and it appears she is still in the same location.

I only met her the one time but based on my first impression I would definitely recommend Lynn to anyone seeking a professional Mistress in the DC/northern VA area.

Kathleen meets Mistress Sable

Back in the latter part of 2004 I was still the Head Mistress of the Maryland/DC chapter of ClubFEM but the group was in transition because our hosts of the previous two years were in the process of moving to Europe and I needed to find a new location for our monthly socials. I checked out a number of different places in the Baltimore and DC areas and one possible lead directed me to a professional/lifestyle Dominatrix who resided in downtown Baltimore. Her scene name was Mistress Sable.

To be honest, I can’t recall exactly how I came across her name but I called her up and discussed the possibility of holding our ClubFem socials at her place. She invited me and my husband over to check it out. It was in a row home and she had converted the upstairs into a dungeon area. The downstairs was a typical residence area with living room, dining room and kitchen.

Mistress Sable was very cordial toward me (she basically ignored my husband) and we had a pleasant chat over coffee in her kitchen while one of her slaves hurried about doing his assigned chores. It didn’t take long for me to see that Mistress Sable was a strict, stern and no-nonsense Dominatrix. She treated her slave like … well a slave … as she barked out commands and bossed him around.

I described my group to Sable and told her how our socials were structured. This led to a very open talk about female supremacy. Sable was a female supremacist but her views differed from mine. She was old school BDSM where slaves are to be seen (and used) and not heard. My group was more about relationships and was a support group for FemDom couples based on Elise Sutton’s philosophy of LFA (loving female authority).

At one point as I was espousing my FemDom philosophy, Sable looked at me and said “I don’t agree with you but I love your passion. It’s erotic as hell. You’re an erotic woman. Are you bi-sexual by any chance?”

Her words threw me off track and I became tongue tied, which led us both to laugh. Sable was cool and she could read me so she changed the subject by giving me a tour of her dungeon upstairs. James accompanied us and she showed me her equipment. She also told me how she had a female “friend” coming from England and that they were booked to do some very "heavy" scenes with male masochists in the weeks to come. She showed me her very nasty and not for the faint of heart whip collection and proceeded to tell me how her friend was a true sadist and how they loved to beat the living shit out of men.

My husband was very quiet the entire time but between Sable semi-propositioning me and her tales of female sadism and male masochism, I could tell that James had become very aroused.

I told Sable I would get back to her about using her place for our ClubFem socials. I discussed it with some of the other couples in the group but the location in downtown Baltimore was not the best for our group so I passed on Sable’s offer. I never talked with her again but add her to the list of interesting people I’ve met in this lifestyle over the years. She was one tough gal and although our philosophies differed, I respected her and appreciated her inviting me to see her place.

A non-D/S weekend

I’m spending a conventional non-D/S weekend with my husband. We went out to dinner last night and we’re taking a drive in the country later this afternoon. I think it’s important to have weekends like this together where you interact with each other socially as wife and husband. Naturally I am still in charge and it was my decision to have a non-D/s weekend but I think it’s important to allow your submissive husband a little time off from his subservient role.

Next weekend will be a different matter altogether. I am going away to visit my sisters over Labor Day weekend and we will be out and about, having fun which may include going clubbing and dancing with other men. While I’m away my hubby will be staying home in chastity as he attends to his “hubby do” list of chores. As I discussed in a previous post, this has become a regular part of our marriage.

I plan on having a D/S session with James later in the week to help get him in the proper frame of mind. I enjoy these sessions prior to me going away because it allows me to reinforce to him his place within our FemDom marriage. I’ll be sure to let you know the details of his D/S session later this week.