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Candi Day 1 ......reminiscing of my past adventures

Mistress Anya and I step off the plane and are greeted by my sissy slut Candi. S/he takes our suitcases and loads up the sleek black Dodge Charger. The engine roars as we are chauffeured to the local health food market. Mistress Anya and I peruse the aisles loading up the cart with grass fed steak, wild caught salmon, pasture-raised eggs, organic wine, an assortment of fresh vegetables, nuts, and olives. WE will be staying for 5 days. Candi, discreetly wearing a sexy bra and panty set, follows us pushing the cart. We check out and s/he puts the groceries in the car. The ride from the store to her house-turn-dungeon is filled with fun conversation peppered with Candi's many thanks for our arrival and anticipation of the days that will follow.
Mistress Anya and I freshen up as Candi puts the groceries away. We make a quick turn around and head out to the best restaurant in the area. Things close a lot earlier here than we are used to in NY. Luckily I have found a suitable restaurant, I can be a real food snob!
Returning from our lovely dinner Mistress Anya and I unpack and add some of our personal "toys" including my favorite Eros Tek to the already large collection spread out and waiting for us. We start to go through the closet full of sexy lingerie. There are at least 50 nightgowns, teddies and chamises hanging neatly in a row as well as an assortment of bra and panty sets that would put Victoria's Secret to shame. I spot the brand new custom made corset that I designed during my my previous visit. Candi Was so excited it finally arrived, She was worried she would not have a new outfit to show off to her Mistress and Mistresses friend. It's striking. Hot pink and gold brocade, high-back, long waist, absolutely gorgeous. I am so excited to get Candi in it. But that will wait until tomorrow. My first day with Candi is always used to catch up and build the anticipation of the days to come.
Once unpacked we relax on the couch for a little while sipping the wine Candi has served us, not so discreetly discussing our intentions for Candi. One last thing before heading to our bedrooms for the night, we pick out Candi's sleeping attire and bra and panties to put on when she wakes up in the morning. A black leopard print nighty for sleeping and a comfortable white cotton floral print bra and panty set for the morning.
We wake up in the morning knowing Candi has made her mistresses appointments at the spa. After coffee and breakfast we are chauffeured to the spa in town and dropped off for our massage, facial, manicure and pedicure. Four hours of pampering later I call Candi to pick us up. She arrives eager knowing her service has only just begun. She has been wearing her feminine clothes under her "man uniform" for 2 days straight and I know she is eager to shed the facade. We enjoy a light lunch made for the groceries we bought while I command Candi to the shower, shave everything freshly and make sure she is thoroughly cleaned out.
After lunch, Candi continues to preparing and I get the make-up case full of a huge assortment of eyeshadows, lipsticks, brushes, nail polish, mascara, foundation, powder, everything you could possibly want in every shade and color. I then pick out today's outfit. I will be putting her in the brand-new corset. I pick a matching hot pink bra and panty set with a ruffle skirt, stockings and heels.
I am feeling so proud and so excited in this moment. I can't wait to show Candi off to Mistress Anya. I have only recently introduced them. My 17 year relationship with Candi has been remarkable. To see the transformation, devotion, loyalty and service, it's a marvel.
It all began after Candi had a life-threatening illness and finally decided to take the plunge to fulfill a life-long fantasy, a desire, one that had been with her since she was 12. Candi was reading an article in Playboy magazine detailing a woman who had put a man in her panties. This excited her, it sunk deep into her brain, it struck a chord that resonated deep inside her.
I wonder did this story touch on something that was already in Candi, a pre-existing need or desire? Or was it the story itself that left the impression, did the taboo nature of it excite her? It's the classic "what came first" No one has the answer to this question but Candi knows this desire has been with her almost her entire life. Before contacting me Candi's only other experience with trying to fulfill this was when one of her girlfriends allowed her to put on her panties. This happened only one time. After the girlfriend agreed she felt rather uncomfortable and it was never done again. Candi never broached the subject again after it's uncomfortable outcome.
More than 20 years later after surviving what should have been a fatal health condition Candi decided to explore this deeply hidden desire and took the plunge to contact me. It is so interesting that it took almost dying before Candi was willing to seek out this part of herself. She confessed, many years later, that the first time she called she immediately hung up. She was so nervous about going there, confronting this part of herself, she could not talk. Thankfully she got up the courage and called back this time able to speak. People assume being submissive comes from a place of weakness. In fact it's quite the opposite it takes guts to go there, to be honest with yourself, to seek out the different. Here we are 17 years later, I almost 42, the same age Candi was when she first called me and Candi will soon be celebrating her 60th birthday.
Candi comes out of the shower with her pink satin robe tied at the waist, black ballet slippers, long hair brushed back. She presents herself for total feminization, transformation, and slut service.
"Mistress I will do anything for you. Please let me please you. Please let me please your friend Mistress Anya. I will do anything she would like. I love being yours. Tell me how to please you."
"Oh Candi you always do such a good job pleasing me. Today Mistress Anya and I want to make you our Moulin Rouge sissy slut slave. We want you completely feminized, dressed to the nines, dancing around like a sexy slut doll, toy and plaything. We want you to beg for our cocks. We want you to be desperate, eager, wanton. I want to show Mistress Anya what's mine, what I have created. You are no longer a man you are what ever we want you to be. There are no labels, there are no boundaries, there is just surrender,servitude and desire."
"Yes Mistress. Of course Mistress. Anything you want. I am yours to do with, make me what you want me to be."
The transformation
Mistress Anya and I start with hair and makeup. Anya applies foundation and builds upon that. I start with her hair. After about an hour Candi has two long braids topped with pink bows and artistically done makeup. We then move onto her nails and toes, again splitting the tasks. Mistress Anya gives her sleek black toenails and I give her hot pink fingernails to match her corset. Candi loves all the attention, she feels so spoiled and connected to her Mistress.
We take Candi and secure her to the bed spread eagle, leaving her fingers and toes to dry. With Candi helplessly bound, I go to my bedroom and change putting on my soft pack cock in my strap on boy shorts and Mistress Anya puts on her leather strap on harness and cock under her black slip dress. You can see video of my look at (insert link)
Once her nails are dry we release Candi from the bondage and get her completely dressed. First pink panties and bra, then gorgeous brocade corset sinched VERY tight at the waist, giving her an hourglass shape, the ruffle skirt slipped over her black toes and around her tiny waist accentuating her hips, stockings and heels-now Candi is ready!
We send Candi into the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. Hearing the clicking of her heels as she walks across the tile floor is so pleasurable. Watching the ruffle skirt sway from side to side as she does her best to embody the feminine hip sway. She returns with two glasses held in her hands accented with her long pink nails. Mistress Anya turns on the music and we command Candi to start to dance for us as we sit with our legs spread, cocks exposed, wine in hand.
Candi, a bit shy and first, needs our direct commands to instruct and encourage her.
"I want to see those ruffles swinging move those hips side to side."
"Entertain us. That's your job. Please us. Touch yourself. You know we want you to be our slut"
" Bend over, stick out your ass, spank it. I want to see those pink nails spanking that ass as you grind it and moan for me."
"Climb on top of the chair and pretend those pillows are a man and you're giving him a lap dance. Rub your tits in his face, grind your pussy all over him, toss your hair around. "
Candi is relaxing into it, she is letting go and just being in the moment. She is surrendering to her mistress.
"Now Come her and give me the a lap dance."
Candi saunters over and turns around shaking her ruffled skirt over my lap grazing my packer cock. She bounces up and down before lowering herself all the way down and lightly grinding back and forth. I reach around grabbing and twisting her nipples through her bra. Mistress Anya calls out with encouragement to keep going. She begins to stroke her erect strap-on as she watches Candi dance.
I push Candi forward onto her knees and give her a smack on the ass and tell her to dance for Anya. She crawls towards her flipping her braids and begging.
"Please let me suck you cock. Please let me please you."
"You are already pleasing me but I lone to make you suffer. You don't get to suck anything....yet! You have to work harder."
Candi stands up and starts to dance for Mistress Anya. I walk over and stand in front of her and as she is shaking and grinding over Mistresses strap-on. I stick my cock in her face. This is one of the many times Candi will be our slutty sandwich. I stand just far enough away that she can't reach my cock. The begging ensues. I just laugh at her predicament.
I leave Candi and Anya to replace my soft pack cock for a nice hard veiny realistic dildo. I return grabbing and tugging on it. I show Candi my stroking and she continues pleading to suck.
"Not yet...You have to work harder. I want you even more desperate and out of your mind with desire for me my big hard cock"
"I am Mistress....P-L-E-A-S-E!!!!!"
"No"
Mistress Anya thrusts her hips up sending her cock right into Candi and propelling her forward. The surprising force of the thrust made her loose her balance in her heels. We both giggle as she composes herself and apologizes for her unlady-like fumble.
Now standing and composed in her heels again we start poking Candi with our hard cocks, circling her, driving her crazy. She wants to devour us, she wants to swallow us deep and suck hard. She gets no relief, we just laugh at her, taunting mercilessly.
"So Candi, you want to please me?"
"YES! PLEASE! ANYTHING."
"OK, OK, you have been good so far. Take those long pink nails and put them on my cock and begin to stroke me."
"Ohhhh Thank you Mistress, thank you for letting me please you."
She wraps her hand around my long hard cock and begins to work it up and down the shaft from base to head giving me a nice extra squeeze at the tip before she pushes down the shaft again.
"You have two hands, grab my balls slut."
She does as told with eagerness. Mistress Anya stands behind her and starts to run her cock under Candi's ruffle skirt.
"Grind your pussy into my cock as you stroke Mistress Natalie."
"Yes Mistress. Thank you for directing me to please you. I'll do anything for my Mistresses."
(Insert link)
Mistress Anya takes a seat in the lounge chair after having her fill of poking under Candi's skirt. She reclines back and watches Candi's continuous stroking effort. I start to walk backwards towards the chair with Candi attached to me by the cock. No matter what direction I go left, right, making a circle around the chair she does not let go, she knows her instructions and won't stop unless told.
I stopped at the side of the arm chair and command Candi to her knees. She immediately drops down to the floor. Mistress Anya is holding her glass of wine with elbow resting on the chair. I can't help but notice that my cock is just inches away from her glass. Time for Candi to Get he mouth wet. I stick my cock in the glass and pull it out with droplets of wine rolling off the head.
"Lick my cock Candi"
"Ohhhhh THANK YOU MISTRESS"
She crawls a few inches forward and perches her ruffle skirt covered ass on the back of her high heels, pink long fingernails pressing into the floor as she tips her gloss pink lips up and her braids fallback. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue allowing the droplets of wine to slide down her tongue before she begins to press her lips into the tip of my cock.
" That's a good girl. Mistress Natalie's sissy slut on your knees just where you belong. You don't have control of anything. You will be whoever and whatever I want. And right now you are my sissy. That's right S I S S Y, slut slave."
I love to call Candi my "sissy." Candi never requested not to use the word sissy, it was never discussed a a hard limit but I could see it was a huge challenge when I would ask her to repeat that she was my "sissy slut slave."
I realized this word, sissy, effected Candi deeply. Shortly after I started to incorporate it into our play it become very apparent there was some trigger when I would say this word. During post-play discussion it came to light that to Candi it was one of the worst things you could call someone. It was ingrained in her that being a sissy was horrible . It was the antithesis of what you should be, what you wanted to be. If you were called a sissy it would surely mean you would be ostracized from your male friends and have no chance of getting a girlfriend. It meant you were weak, feminine, gay, unmasculine. It embodied all the things a young boy was told not to be. It was to Candi, the worst offense.
When I first started dominating Candi I used the role reversal of putting her in panties, this was her fantasy, it was our start point. Over time things progressed. I continued with more intense feminization and pushed the theme of "slut" training. It was easy to make the connection of Candi's sexual arousal and desire from being in women's panties and expanding to slut training. I was still playing off the role reveal and power exchange now just adding the word "slut". Rarely is slut used in reference to a man. Even if men act like "sluts" it is seen as positive and accepted and there is no deragatory word for it. We tend to use words like "stud" it's only when women embody characteristics of owning their sexuality and wanting to satisfy their sexual needs does it become a negative.
Slut
Slut is generally a term for a woman or girl who is considered to have loose sexual morals or who is sexually promiscuous. It is usually used as an insult, sexual slur or offensive term of disparagement. Wikipedia
Using slut as a descriptor for Candi in panties while in service to me was a fun role reversal, power exchange and played off the excitement of her sexual desire. The excitement is enhanced by the taboo nature of both the act and the vocabulary. Candi became Slut Slave.
Many years later I had moved past Slut Slave Candi and pushed her feminization even further. I started to delve into the ultrafeminine sissy persona. Sissy Slut Slave.
Sissy
Sissy (derived from sister, also sissy baby, sissy boy, sissy man, sissy pants, etc.) is a pejorative term for a boy or man who does not conform to "standard male" gender stereotypes. Generally, sissy implies a lack of courage, strength, athleticism, coordination, testosterone, male libido, and stoic calm, all of which have traditionally been associated with masculinity and considered important to the male role in Western society. A man might also be considered a sissy for being interested in traditionally feminine hobbies or employment (e.g., being fond of fashion), displaying effeminate behavior (e.g., using hair products or displaying limp wrists), being unathletic, or being homosexual.[1]
Sissy is, approximately, the male converse of tomboy (a girl with masculine traits or interests), but carries more strongly negative connotations. Research published in 2015 suggests that the terms are asymmetrical in their power to stigmatize: sissy is almost always pejorative and conveys greater severity, while tomboy rarely causes as much concern but also elicits pressure to conform to normative gender roles.[2] Applied to an individual, these terms become a form of social control, enforcing normative gender roles and often drawing on the unfounded link of gender nonconformity with homosexuality.[2]
Seeing this visceral reaction and distain for being called a sissy I needed to push Candi's boundaries. WE have by this point build up a remarkable trust so I knew she would be able to handle it. I wanted to rewire her thought process around the word. I wanted to make her come to not just accept this persona but enjoy it. I wanted to make her uncomfortable in her service to me, make her work hard to let go of her stereotypes.
Today, I am so proud to know, Candi will gleefully shout "I am mistress Natalie's sissy slut slave" with no hesitation. The word is no longer reminiscent of the negative stereotypes. Success :-)
When I stop and think about these moments which are often fun and playful in mood, about the actual impact, the opening up of one's mind, the debunking of stereotypes, the changes and perceptions, one can realize the gravity and power of this type of relationship and this type of work. It seems like all fun and games but there are some remarkable changes that can happen. Taking your quinticential guys guy, motorcycle riding, plane flying, deep sea diving, construction working, business executive guy and make him accept his panty wearing self and push his perceptions It's a great thing.
"Yes Candi take it all. Take every last inch of my cock. I want to see my balls on your chin. Show Mistress Anya all your years of training. Show her how I thought you to be my best cock sucking slut."
Candi uses her lips and tongue to devour my strap-on cock with all eyes on her. She is mine in this moment just a horny cock sucker shown off to make her Mistress proud. I thrust my hips forward and backward taking away Candi's ability and making her succum to mine. I grab her by the pigtails and use them like reigns riding her face with my cock. She never backs away no matter how hard or fast my thrusts get, no matter how firmly I grab her pigtails she stays kneeling, mouth open, giving herself to me.
I pull both of her pigtails back with one hand and force her head over to Mistress Anya's strap-on.
"We have a guest Candi, I expect you to he the hostess with the mistress, now suck!"
Candi eagerly shows her appreciation and skill devouring Mistress Anay's cock. I watch her head bob up and down picking up speed and depth as the minutes tick by. Mistress Anya glances down, swirling her wine looking unimpressed despite the magnificent effort.
"You can do better than this Candi"
With a mouth full of cock Candi mumbles
"Yesth mistressth"
She goes faster and faster, sucking harder and harder, whole body vibrating with her efforts. She is breathing heavy and hard and moaning the whole time. Her breakneck speed does not slow down, she will not stop.
"NOW go slow, very slow and deep"
Candi complies eager for the slight reprive. After two long stokes Mistress Anya pulls her cock out of Candi's vice gripped lips and slaps her on the cheek with her cock.
"That's all you get for tonight slut, now get me more wine!"
Candi slowly gets up trying to compose her overworked body and sore knees, still managing her sexy hip sway as she saunters into the kitchen.
Mistress Anya and I smile big evil grins at each other. It has been a fabulous start to the trip.


CHRISTMAS GIVING ****IMPORTANT PLEASE READ!!!!!!!****

With the recent news of Mistress Adrienne currently battling stage III ovarian cancer I would like to do more than just a personal donation, which of course I already did AND SO SHOULD YOU!
I WILL BE DONATING 50% OF ALL MY SESSION TRIBUTES (in-person, phone, email) from Dec 18-22 to her Go Fund Me 
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Boston October 25-27

LAST TRIP TO BOSTON FOR 2017


Surveillance

I  had my Owned Slut install 2 wifi cameras in his home that I have access to 24/7 just by opening the app on my phone.  I can simple spy anytime I want.  I can ensure all requests to be on display in slutty attire are executed.  I can make sure all rules of engagement are followed.  These is no privacy.  He is always on display. In a recent phone call to o.s. I asked:
"How does being subject to Owner's surveillance make the Slut feel?"
Slut feels very, very highly and pronouncedly Owned. Slut experiences feelings and sensations ranging from deep submission to nervousness or anxiety. Slut also frequently feels extremely slutty as Slut is aware that what Slut is doing is something that only a true slut would even consider, let alone chose to act out, let alone in this case live with constantly without control.
 
I love my position


Underneath the Veil

 
It was an honor and privilege to participate in Mistress Tesses media project Underneath The Veil.  Check out the website here http://www.unemaitressefemme.com 
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Hitting the Books

I am very happy to report I have enrolled in classed to become a NASM certified personal trainer.  This is a personal venture to learn and grow AND I'm sure my findings will be more than applicable in furthering the improvement and training in my subs. 
This does mean my schedule will be limited through the end of October.  Please keep this in mind prior to contacting me and note that more advance notice will be needed to schedule.


Excerpts from Candi Day 1

 
 
Below is part of one of my longer accounts of my goings on. I hope to compile my writings for a book one day, this is just a tease
.............The transformation
Mistress Anya and I start with hair and makeup. Anya applies foundation and builds upon that. I start with her hair. After about an hour Candi has two long braids topped with pink bows and artistically done makeup. We then move onto her nails and toes, again splitting the tasks. Mistress Anya gives her sleek black toenails and I give her hot pink fingernails to match her corset. Candi loves all the attention, she feels so spoiled and connected to her Mistress.
We take Candi and secure her to the bed spread eagle, leaving her fingers and toes to dry. With Candi helplessly bound, I go to my bedroom and change putting on my soft pack cock in my strap on boy shorts and Mistress Anya puts on her leather strap on harness and cock under her black slip dress. You can see video of my look at (insert link)
Once her nails are dry we release Candi from the bondage and get her completely dressed. First pink panties and bra, then gorgeous brocade corset sinched VERY tight at the waist, giving her an hourglass shape, the ruffle skirt slipped over her black toes and around her tiny waist accentuating her hips, stockings and heels-now Candi is ready!
We send Candi into the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. Hearing the clicking of her heels as she walks across the tile floor is so pleasurable. Watching the ruffle skirt sway from side to side as she does her best to embody the feminine hip sway. She returns with two glasses held in her hands accented with her long pink nails. Mistress Anya turns on the music and we command Candi to start to dance for us as we sit with our legs spread, cocks exposed, wine in hand.
Candi, a bit shy and first, needs our direct commands to instruct and encourage her.
"I want to see those ruffles swinging move those hips side to side."
"Entertain us. That's your job. Please us. Touch yourself. You know we want you to be our slut"
" Bend over, stick out your ass, spank it. I want to see those pink nails spanking that ass as you grind it and moan for me."
"Climb on top of the chair and pretend those pillows are a man and you're giving him a lap dance. Rub your tits in his face, grind your pussy all over him, toss your hair around. "
Candi is relaxing into it, she is letting go and just being in the moment. She is surrendering to her mistress.
"Now Come her and give me the a lap dance."
Candi saunters over and turns around shaking her ruffled skirt over my lap grazing my packer cock. She bounces up and down before lowering herself all the way down and lightly grinding back and forth. I reach around grabbing and twisting her nipples through her bra. Mistress Anya calls out with encouragement to keep going. She begins to stroke her erect strap-on as she watches Candi dance.
I push Candi forward onto her knees and give her a smack on the ass and tell her to dance for Anya. She crawls towards her flipping her braids and begging.
"Please let me suck you cock. Please let me please you."
"You are already pleasing me but I lone to make you suffer. You don't get to suck anything....yet! You have to work harder."
Candi stands up and starts to dance for Mistress Anya. I walk over and stand in front of her and as she is shaking and grinding over Mistresses strap-on. I stick my cock in her face. This is one of the many times Candi will be our slutty sandwich. I stand just far enough away that she can't reach my cock. The begging ensues. I just laugh at her predicament.
I leave Candi and Anya to replace my soft pack cock for a nice hard veiny realistic dildo. I return grabbing and tugging on it. I show Candi my stroking and she continues pleading to suck.
"Not yet...You have to work harder. I want you even more desperate and out of your mind with desire for me my big hard cock"
"I am Mistress....P-L-E-A-S-E!!!!!"
"No"
Mistress Anya thrusts her hips up sending her cock right into Candi and propelling her forward. The surprising force of the thrust made her loose her balance in her heels. We both giggle as she composes herself and apologizes for her unlady-like fumble.
Now standing and composed in her heels again we start poking Candi with our hard cocks, circling her, driving her crazy. She wants to devour us, she wants to swallow us deep and suck hard. She gets no relief, we just laugh at her, taunting mercilessly.
"So Candi, you want to please me?"
"YES! PLEASE! ANYTHING."
"OK, OK, you have been good so far. Take those long pink nails and put them on my cock and begin to stroke me."
"Ohhhh Thank you Mistress, thank you for letting me please you."
She wraps her hand around my long hard cock and begins to work it up and down the shaft from base to head giving me a nice extra squeeze at the tip before she pushes down the shaft again.
"You have two hands, grab my balls slut."
She does as told with eagerness. Mistress Anya stands behind her and starts to run her cock under Candi's ruffle skirt.
"Grind your pussy into my cock as you stroke Mistress Natalie."
"Yes Mistress. Thank you for directing me to please you. I'll do anything for my Mistresses."
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Saffron's Birthday Gift: The tattoo

Saffron's upcoming trip to New York falls close to her birthday so we, me and her girlfriend Jessica, plan on making this an extra special visit. In the years Saffron has been under my tutelage s/he has grown immensely. We have laid a foundation of trust and openness that has fostered her desire to explore her gender bending and fetish appetite more deeply. Her needs are very unique, more extreme than most.
 
This upcoming visit, unbeknownst to Saffron, will be a great gift, fulfilling one of her most powerful desires: to be permanently marked. Until now I have given Saffron henna tattoos that lasted a bit over a week, a temporary nipple piercing, a scalpel scar that lasted about 6 months, and a Prince Albert piercing. This piercing, a milestone for Saffron, could still be removed. She wanted permanent, no way to hide it, to ever deny she was owned. It took a lot of time before I was convinced a permanent mark would be appropriate. I had to know it would not be regretted, that it would not be something that negatively impacted Mark in his day to day life.
Saffron is ready and I am ready for the responsibly that comes with it.
Saffron always dreamed about being owned so completely that she is branded by her Mistresses. A scarification, a tattoo, a fire brand, it did not matter as long as it was forever. She has often talked about her hopes and dreams of the ceremony . She would have big breasts, she would be in her high heels, she would be inescapably bound, she would be in an altered state, she would be in a place of complete surrender. These images and needs run deep in her core and she desperately wants them fulfilled.
Knowing it was Saffron’s birthday, I felt a permanent mark, a tattoo, would be the most meaningful gift she could get. I discussed it at length with Jessica and she agreed. The decision was made. Now, two more key elements had to be addressed. First was finding a tattoo artist; this was not going to be easy. The artist had to not only be skilled and available on very short notice (Saffron was arriving in 7 days), but they also had to be OK with and understanding to the particulars of the environment. They had to be willing to come to my studio and tattoo a woMAN helplessly tied, who is in chastity and wearing high heels. I knew I was asking a lot. Thank goodness all my years of collecting tattoos and becoming close with the body modification community allowed me a vast pool of resources. After many phone calls and texts, I was able to secure a kink friendly artist willing to adjust his schedule (offering more than generous short notice gratuity). He also happened to be exceptionally talented, working out of a tattoo parlour known for inking many famous bodies.
With the artist confirmed, next came the design, size, and placement. Jessica and I go back and forth throwing around ideas, trying to find something both simple yet meaningful; a representation of our unique relationship. Finally my idea and her design came together to make a collar shaped like the letter "s", Slut Slave Saffron collared for her Mistresses. It was perfect.
The crux of the visit was set, now it was time to plan the rest; when will we start, how will I start, what is the timing and flow leading up to Gerald's (the tattoo artist) arrival, what supplies will I need, what assignments will Saffron have in the days prior, what will Jessica and I wear, what will Saffron wear, what alternates can be in place in case things don't come together? I get to thinking, ensuring all is sketched out of over the next several days.
-Her Arrival-
Saffron has been locked in her chastity for three days. The cage is steel and her Prince Albert piercing ring is replaced with the cage lock. Saffron must go through airport security locked in metal prepared to explain her situation. The only key is secured in a small combination safe that Jessica and I have the code to. Once the chastity goes on and the piercing lock is closed the key gets locked away and Saffron cannot access it. Undeniably owned.
Her flight is due to arrive at 8 AM. When she lands an email will be waiting in her inbox with very specific instructions. Saffron must check into the hotel, drop off her bags and head to her storage unit to retrieve her black patent leather high-heeled pumps, white cable knit dress, triple F breast forms and bra (a custom fitted bra for her natural breasts), makeup, purse, and her other custom made steel wrist cuff. She always wears one, ever since Jessica clasped it onto her wrist a year ago and it's never come off. I like to think of it as the BDSM version of the Cartier love bracelet, with a comparable price tag. These two cuffs are custom made with hidden D-rings that can be popped out of the cuff, turning them from ordinary looking bracelets to a pair of shackles. She is also to retrieve her collar that matches the cuffs with the same hidden ring that turns "necklace" to collar. This custom bondage jewelry is designed with semi-permanent locks. Once on they can only be removed with a special pin key. Saffron can not remove them on her own, Jessica and I are the key holders; we are her only way out. They make permanent lock versions but Saffron, or should I say Mark, is not ready for that.
The email instructions continue, telling her to go back to the hotel, have some breakfast and take a nap before heading to the nail salon to get long red nail extensions and a pedicure with the same color. After her nails are done she is to return to the hotel and meet the makeup artist. Once her makeup is done to perfection she is instructed to put on the dress with her huge breast forms, carry the clutch purse and wear the black pumps to meet Jessica for lunch at her favorite Soho restaurant. Jessica will pull out a padlock during lunch and make sure Saffron has to navigate eating with her wrists padlocked together. Saffron is in no way passable, even in dress, professional makeup, wig and artificial breasts. She is 6'4" barefoot and built like a slightly out of shape linebacker. In her heels she is a towering 6'10”, with broad shoulders and an inability to hide her deep voice. Jessica and I have gotten Saffron to accept the fact that she will never pass, to be comfortable in herself, and to go out without her wig (which is part security blanket and part headache inducing inconvenience). After multiple outdoor excursions with either Jessica or I, and building levels of female attire, she is now comfortable enough to to saunter around town fully dressed and on her own; big breasts sawing and high heels clicking away. She is Saffron in these moments, no shame, no confusion, and no apologies. It has been true growth and the most liberating feeling. Saffron no longer needs (but of course enjoys) being hooked at the elbow by her Mistress as she walks the streets. I am so proud walking with her, she is confident, exudes happiness, and I think we make quite the couple. New York is her safe place. The city affords her that. The anonymity, the concrete jungle filled with so many exotic creatures no one ever takes time to notice.
The instructions continue telling Saffron to return after lunch in order to freshly shave her entire body- her arms, legs, back, and groin; everything except her chest. Saffron undergoes routine laser hair removal treatments and electrolysis but it is a long process. The email concludes, telling Saffron to arrive at my studio at 6pm.
The day goes exactly as planned, the flight was on, with no traffic issues, appointments all started on time, and no wait for lunch. It's so nice when things go according to plan.
Jessica arrives to my studio shortly before Saffron and she tells me lunch went well. Saffron was dressed and dolled up and had followed all the instructions. She loved being locked at the wrist in public, for everyone to see. Proud to be owned, proud to be slave Saffron. Jessica and I change into matching low-cut lace bodysuits she bought for us. She knows Saffron loves the look of low cut apparel. We both compliment the outfit with knee high PVC boots, another favorite of Saffron's. I have spent the afternoon preparing the studio, and now, everything is set.
The doorbell rings at 6 PM on the dot. Saffron had learned from past mistakes that arriving 1 minute before or 1 minute after was not acceptable. I hear her heels echoing through the empty hallway, up the stairs. She arrives to my door in full makeup, wearing the 6" high black patent pumps, white knit dress, purse, red nails and toes, wrist cuffs, collar, and of course chastity, just as instructed.
We let Saffron sit; walking in heels like those is not comfortable for anyone. We give her a few moments to soak in the studio environment and her Mistresses outfits. She loves them and asks permission to take a photo so she can remember how we look with the dungeon backdrop. After posing for a few photos we sit and talk for a bit. I have not seen Saffron for over a month and I wanted to catch up. It's also a great way to pick up on any particular mood (is she anxious, eager, stressed, etc.). I like to know my slave’s head space before we start. From our conversation I can tell she is happy, excited and eager. The ease of today's timing has her feeling very relaxed.
I command her to get up and undress for her Mistresses slowly and sensually, putting on a bit of a show. She stands in her high heels and begins to give us a striptease. Grabbing the bottom of her white dress and slowly pulling it up and over her shaved thighs, then up to her waist exposing her chastity, then over her stomach and giving it an extra tug and shimmy to get the dress over her large breasts. She gives the dress a bit of a twirl before tossing it on the chair.
"Now the bra"
Saffron turns and faces her back toward us, she reaches behind and grabs her bra clasp. She shakes her hips from side to side as she unhooks her bra. She bends forward arching her back, sticking out her shaved ass, letting the straps slide off her shoulders and the bra with its heavy breast forms landing in the chair in front of her.
"Now shake your ass all the way to the bathroom and put in your contacts. When you are done knock on the door."
On the sink counter is a pair of black blind eye contacts. They will keep her from seeing anything at all. No light can penetrate, there can be no accidental peeping. Unlike a blindfold that can move or shift, or a hood that can get too hot or restrictive, the contacts ensure total darkness and comfort.
Moments later there is a knock on the bathroom door. Jessica and I open it taking Saffron by the arms and guide her to my gynecological table. Laying down on her back I lift her feet and guide her stilettos through the leg stirrups ensuring she will be spread eagle and exposed. Red leather belts secure her arms into place. The only hair left on her body is her chest. I left it purposefully; I wanted to shave that myself. I wanted her to feel my hands removing the hair, forcing the femininity as she is spread and helpless. I wanted her to hear the buzzers and know she is helpless, blind and bound. She has no control. I am making her more feminine, I am transforming her, I am owning her. When the clippers stop buzzing Saffron feels the warm shave cream and cold blade of my razor. I meticulously lather, then shave every hair on her chest.
She is now smooth from head to toe, as I want her, and as she should be. I insert noise canceling headphones into her ears and play a white noise loop that blocks out all sound. She is blind, deaf, shaved, wearing her heels, in painted nails, in chastity. Jessica and I momentarily untie her so I can guide her carefully off the table. I use finger taps on her arms to note what direction she needs to go and slight pulls forward and backward on her arms to let her know when to advance and stop until we reach the Hellcat bondage chair. The Hellcat is a transformable piece of bondage furniture imported from Germany. It is a fabulous piece, Saffron's favorite. It has been set up with the gyno-table accessories. Her legs are once again spread, this time more comfortably with the entirety of her calves supported by cushioned leather stirrups. Her ankles are locked into place by the steel cuffs and padlocks that are attached to the end of the stirrups. Her chest is belted under, and over her breasts are seatbelt buckle straps. Her arms, at her sides, are also belted and locked with steel restraints at the wrists attached to the end of the arm rests. She is spread, locked, belted; securely in place, inescapably bound.
I pull over the IV stand that holds two hospital IV pumps and two 1000 mL bags of saline hanging and set through the pumps. I turn the machines on and adjust the setting ensuring a maximum infusion rate, then swab the crease of Saffron's breasts with iodine before inserting the 2" 22g catheter needle deep into her flesh. She can't hear the beeps from the machine, the rustling of the equipment, she can't see the needle or the big bags of saline, she has no idea what's coming next or happening now. She can only surrender.
I press start, the pumps begin to push the fluid into Saffron's breasts. It is uncomfortable and gets more and more intense as the pressure builds. The fast pace of the flow adds another level of discomfort not allowing the body to slowly adjust to the fluid. I want Saffron to know if she is implanted one day it will not be easy. I do occasionally stop the infusion to let the fluid migrate into the breast tissue, allowing some relief of the mounting pressure. I massage them to warn the cooler than body temperature fluid. Until now Saffron has been mostly silent. But when I stop the flow she blurts out, "It's stopped, I think there is a kink in the line." She does not understand I chose to give her a slight reprieve. She so desperately wants her big breasts that she does not want anything to interfere. Saffron rambles on a bit more even though she cannot hear me even if I was to speak. She just has to be in the moment. To distract Saffron from overthinking Jessica plays with her nipples pulling and tugging. Saffron’s nipples are very sensitive and it's always erotic for her when they are touched. This quiets her and I go back to filling her breasts. Saffron murmurs, "I want to be implanted for you" over and over again.
Forty-five minutes later Saffron's breasts are much larger, each one having been infused with 7500 ml of saline. Then the doorbell rings. It's Gerald, the tattoo artist.
I open the door and thank him for participating. He is very professional and seems unphased by the 6'4" Saffron naked, bound, strapped, hooked up to I.V. pumps, in stirrups, and locked into chastity. He lets us know it will take about 20 minutes to set up. Perfect, just as I expected. Her breast infusion will just be finished and she will have the huge breasts she wanted when she gets her mark. The noise cancelling headphones have ensured Saffron has no idea another person has arrived. She is still enduring the infusion, hoping to take every drop, giving her the biggest breasts possible. When she starts to really suffer, Jessica is there to distract her with more nipple manipulation.
Gerald sets up his equipment and shows us the stencil design. We both approve his rendering and the size. We indicate where it is to go, deciding that it needed to be small, two inches, and placed in the front of her upper thighs. Saffron as Mark has a lot of people in his life not ready to be exposed to this this part of himself; they may never understand nor does he want to hurt them by divulging this information. I would never want what we do with Saffron to negatively impact any other aspects of his life. This placement will keep it hidden from most of the world.
The pumps alarm, I look up and the bags are empty. I shut everything off and remove the catheters and bandage the underside of Saffron;s now substantial breasts with Tegaderm bandages. Her breasts are big but very firm. It takes a few hours for them to soften and look more natural. When I've finished with Saffron, Gerald is ready to start the tattoo. I want the tattoo gun to be the first thing Saffron hears. She has never had a tattoo nor been in a tattoo parlor. I don't even know if she will recognize the sound that has become unmistakable to me.
I ask Jessica to take off the the headphones.
"Hello my sweets." she says and gives Saffron a kiss. "We have something very special for you, for your birthday, something you've always wanted"
"Yes my pet you are about to be gifted something that will be with you forever"
The tattoo gun begins to buzz.
"Uh-oh"
"Do you know what that is?"
'No"
“It's a tattoo gun"
"Really?" Saffron asks, surprised.
"Yes. We are going to tattoo you."
"Who? Natalie?"
"Well not exactly say hello to Gerald"
"Hello Gerald"
"Hello" Gerald replies.
"Saffron, you have earned this. You have been such a good slave that you are finally being permanently marked, tattooed. We are claiming you as Saffron slave forever. There is no turning back."
A smile broke out over Saffron's face. Her dreams are coming true; the connection, the feminization, the being owned, the servitude, all feeding that part of herself. Having large breasts and being tattooed for her mistresses. She has no words, only smiles.
The needle hits her flesh and the black ink is permanently pushed into her, penetrating the layers of skin. She is changed, altered, marked as slave forever.
"Does it hurt?" I ask
Saffron does not tolerate pain well. Pain and discomfort distract her and take her out of her submissive headspace. I have experimented with this and no longer incorporate corporal punishment as part of our play. She can, however, endure pain for the sake of getting the piercings, scars, marks and breasts she desires. She can endure medical procedures as they feed her need to be captive and helpless. But pain for the sake of pain or punishment just does not work. These are the types of intricacies most will never understand.
"No Mistress it does not hurt, it is what I need. It is good, I want it."
Gerald is quick and in less than 5 minutes he is done.
"All done Saffron"
"Can I see?" Saffron asks excitedly.
"Soon"
The headphones go back in and Saffron is left bound, blind and deaf as Gerald packs up and gets ready to go. I thank him immensely and secretly hope to be able to have another slave worthy of such an experience in the future.
I was elated. I think I was almost more excited than Saffron. The impact and meaning of this - it was profound.
The headphones come out and I get the contact solution. With Saffron still locked up I add some lubricating eye drops and take the contacts out of her eyes myself so she sees me right away, hovering over her. The locks come off the shackles and they are opened. The belts are released and Saffron is guided to sit up. I make her just sit for a few moments despite her eagerness to see the tattoo. I want to let her blood pressure equalize and make sure she does not get a head rush after everything she has been through.
She stands with me holding her arm making sure she is stable in her heels. Breasts big and erect she steps closer to the mirror to see the tattoo and her breasts. More smiles. No words. All smiles.
"It's big!"
I just laugh. To me it is minuscule. Perceptions are a funny thing.
"It's not big. Do you like it?"
"I love it Mistress. Thank you, thank you."
"Happy Birthday Saffron"
She smiles again and kisses Jessica deeply. Both stand with red lipstick smeared on their faces. It's a beautiful sight.
Jessica and I get everything together, packing Saffron’s large breast forms in her purse. It has been a long day and both Saffron and Jessica are tired. I walk them back to their hotel room, the three of us arm in arm. Once settled I go back to my studio to clean and put things back in order; tired, content, and happy.
The next morning Jessica sends me a photo of Saffron with her breasts soft and natural overfilling her bra. Jessica is off to Baltimore and Saffron on a flight home. Till next time, Saffron is satiated for now. And me? I’m a happy Mistress.
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