Category: Slave Stories


I don’t often call potential clients out, but I’ve received one too many requests like this as of late, so it’s time for a little bit of education on the subject.

I understand that not every male is submissive. I also know that many fetishists find themselves in a difficult situation because they don’t want to submit, but what they seek is often offered by women who are classified as Dominant. The result is people like me receiving emails for sessions that are incredibly specific and demanding under the auspices of them being “a simple request.” I’m going to break it down for you boys so you can understand my position point by point. Below is the body of the email I received. Mind you, it was sent to a large number of other women as the “undisclosed recipients” marker showed up above my name. THAT is very classy (not) and is a good way to turn me off from the get go. I don’t like being part of your bulk call-out, but I digress:

“I put down simple in the subject because my requests are very simple and straight forward. The person who used to do this for me decided to quit the business and I’ve been out of luck. I am looking for a test session and would like to turn that into a regular thing if it works out.

I am fairly busy man running my business so I’ll get to the point. Here’s what I need:
1 – The session I require is a doormat fantasy session
2 – I like my face to be used as a doormat under large boots
3 – I need black shoe polish or something similar being applied on the soles of the boots so that every inch of my face is black after the session is over
4 – I like my mouth/lips to be wiped on heavily
5 – Finally, I would like a small amount of tooth paste to be put on my teeth and I need the soles of the boots to be used as tooth brush cleaning my teeth with the
tooth paste

If you are the right person for this, please write back to me and let me know that you understand all the points above and have no issues with any of that. If you have questions about these points, ask away.

Whatever your rate is, I’ll be able to pay.
Please let me know.”

1. So this guy’s provider (I’m using that word since I don’t know what her classification is as a sex worker, and yes we are ALL sex workers when it comes down to the nitty gritty) has retired and now he doesn’t have anyone to literally fill her shoes. What most likely happened is they started off with a different version of this session that revolved around boot trampling. He figured out he was really into face-centric boot play and things evolved to their current state. My advice: Don’t get this specific in your requests guys. You aren’t leaving any creativity on my part. This is what we call “SCRIPTING.” Your little male brain doesn’t see the problem with it. I do. I’m not your waitress. I’m not here to cater an order to you. We need to meet half way and this session sounds like it’s all about you and nothing about my happiness (that just sort of matters).

2. Don’t tell me how busy you are. I assume EVERYONE is busy in this day and age. Am I supposed to give you a gold star because of this? Do you think that I will respect you more because you run your own business? If anything I think you’re pathetic for needing to tell me about this fact. Your ego is leading the way and you want me to recognize your accomplishments. Yawn…Once again, once you walk through my door I could care less what you have DONE and it’s all about what you WILL DO FOR ME.

3. There is too much about YOUR NEED. Wrong. I am the one who says I NEED. I know. You’re not submissive so you forget about this and you just get into laundry list mode. Even so, strike that word from your session negotiation vocabulary. “I would like it if” is a much better phrase to enter into a discussion about your interests. Ultimately I will decide what you need. I am the trained professional here.

4. Once we get to the third point, all aspects of simplicity have left the building. What makes you think that I want black shoe polish ON THE BOTTOMS OF MY BOOTS? This sounds messy and a real pain to clean up post-session. The polish won’t stay on the bottoms of my boots, it will migrate elsewhere on the footwear, and I’ll have to make sure it doesn’t get on my flooring. There will need to be towels (which will be ruined after that crap gets on there), and more clean up than usual. Speaking of clean up, you will need to mess up my shower afterwards attempting to remove all of the polish on your face. Great. More work for me. More ruined towels…Also, this whole “every inch of my face is  black” wording is a harbinger of trouble. I can see it now: woman attempts to accommodate this request, but a small patch is NOT covered. Guy sees this and flips out and accuses woman of not doing a good enough job. Leaves her a lousy review and stalks her by sending her nasty emails about how terrible she is. No thank you. I don’t need the potential for that kind of aggravation in my life.

5. The whole toothpaste situation. Once again, I don’t want toothpaste on the bottoms of my boots. This just sounds like more of a sticky mess and problematic clean up.

6. No, you’re not going to pay whatever my rate is. Ultimately you foot guys are cheap and whine incessantly about money. Almost twenty years in this business has taught me that. I don’t believe this statement you’ve made whatsoever.

So now you boys are saying to yourselves, “Thanks for tearing this guy’s request up. You’ve told us what NOT to do. Can you at least tell us what we SHOULD do? You betcha:

If your provider has retired and you grew into an incredibly specific scenario with her, keep in mind that you are NEVER going to be able to 100% recapture what you had together. That’s just the way life goes. If you try to do the same sessions with someone else, you will only see what the current Lady isn’t doing correctly instead of what she IS doing accurately. It becomes a nitpicking scenario that is devoid of joy because “you just want her to get it right.” Instead, when you contact someone new, frame your interests in broad terms. For the guy in this email: “I am into a doormat type fantasy. The provider I saw for x years has retired and I’m looking to establish a relationship with someone knew. I’d like to discuss my fantasy with you and see if we can meet on common ground based on our mutual interests.” Listing every single aspect that you’d like to happen is a recipe for dissatisfaction for both parties. It also means that many of the more experienced Ladies will file your email in the trash immediately.

If you have specific clothing/shoe requests that are super important to your fantasy, then offer to procure them for said Lady. You can inquire as to whether or not she possesses such items, but if not, it’s on you to make props happen.

In closing, keep your initial email requests simple. Understand that I require respect when being contacted. If you’re not submissive, then let me know. I can work with you, but only if I feel like you’re meeting me halfway.

VQ

In continuing my Slave Stories Series, the last installment of Yes Ma’am’s adventures is chronicled below. While we met on other occasions, I feel that only two instances are necessary to effectively describe the possibilities for a visiting slave, or someone who is seeking my presence in his town. This session took place at my former location below the “shoe store” in San Francisco.

sissy slave in cage wearing maid's uniform

Contemplating his fate…

How do you describe a burning desire that builds and builds until it is an all-consuming need? I had experienced the most physically and mentally intense event in my life and I had to go back for more. If I sound like a heroin addict or a crack head then you’re close to understanding the point I had arrived at when I planned my last trip to San Francisco. I was 2214 miles from where I had to be and I scoured my calendar for any opening that would allow me time to make that trip. The only possibility was a slot from 7:00am on a Saturday to 9:00 the next morning; a 26-hour window to get another desperately needed fix from the Vinyl Queen!

First I checked the airline schedules for the appropriate flights and calculated I could be in San Francisco from noon to midnight. Then with my heart racing and my hands shaking I dialed her number to see if she could fit me into her schedule during that time frame. To say I was ecstatic when she said “Yes” would be a gross understatement. She set some parameters, gave me some special instructions to follow and off I went to finalize my arrangements, so excited I was floating on air!

The Vinyl Queen extended an extreme and rare honor by meeting me at the airport and providing transportation straight to the dungeon! She was a beautiful vision come to life and once again I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She has a really cool classic Camaro that sounds so deep and throaty when she punches it. What a perfect car for her, classic beauty, sleek, and powerful!

She gave me a few minutes after we got there to get some water and settle down a little (yeah, right!). Then she presented me with several outfits, vinyl of course, told me to pick one, change and assume “the” position, which she established during my first visit to San Francisco. That means on my stomach, legs spread wide, hands clasped behind my back and head away from the door. She reminded me that there was no noise issue this time and that we could both make as much racket as we wanted (or needed) to and no one would hear. That was chilling considering I had asked her to push my corporal limits this time.

As I lay there in a vinyl bra and panty, with fishnet stockings and high heels (all black), my mind wondered at the lengths I would go to just to be a student to this intelligent, beautiful instructor. Just a few hours before I was boarding a plane in boring, hot, South Louisiana and now I was nearly naked lying on a cool floor so excited I was trembling. When I heard her coming I recognized the clicking of high heels and got very excited at the prospect of starting with some foot worship, but instead she blindfolded me, buckled a posture collar around my neck, secured my wrists and helped me up. She attached a chain leash to my collar and led me down the hall to the dungeon. I could tell from her tone of voice that she was going to enjoy herself immensely. Once in the dungeon she secured my arms in arm binders and attached them high on a whipping post. She removed my blindfold and I was allowed to feast my eyes on her beauty and the exciting black vinyl dress and boots that she wore. She had also added a black hat that added credence to the idea that this was going to be a very painful event for me.

She began working her way through her whip, paddle, crop and tawse collection as she worked her way up and down my body. When my legs began to give (not used to high heels) she secured my waist to the post and went back to work. Although she was inflicting a lot of pain, she was constantly checking on my welfare and when she sensed I had been in that position long enough she unhooked me and moved me over to her bondage table. She secured me to the table then raised and spread my legs with her suspension system explaining that this gave her entire new areas of my butt to work over.

By the way, if anyone ever asks you, a horsehair whip can be very painful, especially on already red and raw skin! She is such an expert that I still marvel at her skills. Always pushing me a little farther, physically or mentally, always backing off just in time, always keeping me excited and safe. Always talking to me, threatening more and then reassuring me that I could handle it. Scaring me with her words and then encouraging me to face my fears and trust her.

When she sensed it was time for a break she released me from the suspension, cuffed my hands together in front of me, strapped a penis gag in place, replaced the blindfold and had me crawl into the cage below her bondage table. She then locked the door and left me alone with soothing music, my thoughts and a very red behind! So far she had pushed me farther than I had ever been before and we were only half way through our time together!

sissy slave sucks on a dildo while in bondage

Yes Ma’am Subdued

After sufficient time had passed for me to calm down and relax a little I heard heels clicking again and the door opened. The cage door was opened and hands pulled on my legs indicating that I should get out. I was a little surprised that she wasn’t speaking, as the Vinyl Queen knows how much I love her voice and hang on every word. I followed the directions of the hands up onto the table, onto my back, legs spread and raised again by the suspension system. Then I felt her reach into my panties and roughly grab my balls! With one hand she pulled and squeezed and took me from zero to 60 in 1.5 seconds! With the other hand she lifted my blindfold briefly and I was looking into the smiling face of the Vinyl Queen’s beautiful assistant! No wonder things seemed so different. She dropped the blindfold back into place and laughed out loud. For the next half hour or so she taunted me, whipped me, crushed my balls, stretched my penis to painful limits and every once in while would lift up the blindfold and lock eyes with me just so I could see the smile on her face. She was definitely having fun!

The Vinyl Queen rejoined us and the two of them had a lot of fun at my expense. They work together so well I never knew what was coming next. At one point they found it very entertaining to each get a paddle and take turns hitting me, with the requirement that I thank them by name for each hit. If I addressed them wrong I got an even harder lick and of course that was their goal. Before we were through I would be suspended again, worked over with a devious little device called a Wartenberg wheel, shackled to a whipping horse and treated to several beautiful, sexy and sinister outfits. Stunning leather, vinyl, heels, fishnets and even some strategically placed nylon and lace. My time over the horse was the newest, most intense experience of my life. My butt felt like hamburger meat and still they kept attacking it. The difference was the tools they used. Instead of the wider paddles and large tawses, they switched to smaller more precise implements, which stung like Hell! I could tell from their comments that we were coming to the end and I began thinking I was going to make it without safe wording. Then I accidentally addressed My Queen as Mistress, which was backwards. She went ballistic on my ass with her bare hands like nothing I have ever experienced in my life! We’d been at it for five hours and I was lying there, shackled over the horse, thinking, “there is no way she can have this much energy and strength.” Then she switched sides and turned up the intensity even more! I was trying to concentrate on my breathing, tears streaming down my face and making all kinds of unintelligible noises and still she kept going. Here I thought it was over and now I was in so much pain I couldn’t even remember my safe word. I couldn’t have told you my name at that point. Just as I thought I might pass out it was over and she was holding me and telling me how well I had done. She brought me down slowly, telling me how proud she was and to hear those words was shear ecstasy!

sissy slave cleans up the dungeon for his Mistress

Yes Ma’am Cleans Up!

Now it was soft time. When I was able to stand they allowed me to help cleanup around the dungeon. There was wax to get off the mirrors, my drool to clean out of the cage and vacuuming. They watched me carefully to be sure I was adhering to their standards and fortunately I didn’t earn any more punishment.

Then, joy of joys, I was allowed to take them to dinner at a great steak house nearby. This is a rare privilege that the Vinyl Queen only awards to her special slaves, so needless to say, I could hardly believe my good fortune. They found great humor watching me try to find a comfortable way to sit in the booth as we enjoyed steak, seafood, salads and all the trimmings. It was a wonderful time to visit, reflect and plan my next exploration. It gave me the opportunity to express my appreciation for their attentions and try to explain the renewed confidence that experiencing a session like this instills in my personal and professional life. Until next time, Yes Ma’am!

 

Slave r’s Story

Slave r and I met after communicating by email. He was coming to town on business and we arranged a time convenient for us to meet. Rather than go on and on about MY side of the session, I will simply allow his account to describe what happened during that wonderful afternoon:

(The following description and images are circa 2001)

My session scene surrounded a “girlfriend” fantasy. The Vinyl Queen left the room for a few moments for me to prepare. My fantasy scene started assuming that I had met the Vinyl Queen about six months ago at a local club. She was dressed in an outrageous vinyl outfit, which clung, tightly to her curvy body. She is about 5’7’ tall in her bare feet and much taller with her high-high heels. She has a long mane of beautiful black hair that cascades down her back to below a point just above her lower back. Anyway, at the club it was obvious that she was looking for someone to light her cigarette. Since I have an intense smoking fetish, I immediately noticed the beautiful all white, extra long, super thin Capri cigarette delicately held in her perfectly manicured hand. I cautiously approached her and asked if I could light her cigarette for her. Of course she accepted the light. I was so mesmerized by her beauty that I could not speak another word. Well, as you might imagine, the Vinyl Queen could immediately see through me to my submissive core. She could tell that I wanted to ask her out, but due to my submissive nature, could not cough up the courage to engage in conversation with such a beautiful woman. She said, “would you like me to be your girlfriend?” I was floored, here was this beautiful, sexy woman, sexily smoking, asking me to be her boyfriend. Well, I jumped at the opportunity. Over the course of the next six months, I would appear on her doorstep whenever she called me. She was always in charge of this rather unusual relationship. In fact, early on, she told me that she really didn’t have any use for me as boyfriend in the strict sense of the word. But, that I might prove myself worthy by serving her in other ways. She made it clear to me that as her “boyfriend” I would never have sex with her, as I was not worthy to have sex with such a beautiful woman. She also made it clear that I was to not only remain celibate, but I would not pleasure myself in any way unless directed to do so by my Mistress. Well, as our “relationship” progressed, I became accustomed to learning to serve her needs and to put my needs and desires aside. In fact the following details of our recent “date” typifies the status of our relationship.

The Vinyl Queen summoned me to her space. I arrived at the appointed time and was told to go into her dungeon room. I have been conditioned to immediately strip and kneel on the floor to await her arrival. A few minutes later, she entered the room. She looked absolutely stunning. She was dressed in a short black vinyl dress and she also wore a short black vinyl bolero jacket. Her thigh high stockings were sheer black and she wore an awesome pair of knee high black leather boots. The boots were the lace up variety that I so much love because of all of the detail. They had a semi-platform sole and super high-heels. The high quality leather smelled fantastic. Her beautiful jet-black hair cascaded down her back and she smelled wonderful. In private, I call her “Mistress” and she refers to me as her slave. In public, we are girlfriend and boyfriend.

Well, the first thing that the Vinyl Queen did was to place a pair of bondage mittens on both of my hands. These were then buckled together tightly behind my back. In fact, my wrists were pulled so tight behind my back that my upper chest was totally stretched out! This level of constriction of course began to excite me. Well, the Vinyl Queen loves to control me in every way and immediately sensed the need to control my “out of control” genitals. Today she chose a length of leather cord. She expertly wrapped the leather cord under and around my testicles. This placed my testicles and penis in unbelievably tight bondage. My testicles were in fact stretched away from my body and separated by that nasty leather cord. The Vinyl Queen was now in total control of my genitals. That really got my attention. The Vinyl Queen began to tell me that she was going to train me in a few more details today. She also told me that her girlfriends did not believe her when she told them that I was not really her boyfriend, but that I was her slave. She told me that although her friends were always curious as to why I was so attentive to her needs, they still did not believe that the Vinyl Queen really controlled me as a slave. Well, the Vinyl Queen told me that later on, she would provide her friends with some evidence! At this point my head was spinning and I wasn’t sure what she had in mind.

Next, the Vinyl Queen placed a full leather mask over my head. The mask was laced up in back and was very constricting. At least the eyes-holes were left open so that I could take in the visual pleasures of my Mistress. Just to confine me totally, my Mistress now placed a leather posture collar around my neck. This was buckled so tightly that is was impossible for me to move my head in any way – not up, down or side to side. So here I was, on my knees and totally restricted and constrained.

My Mistress then attached a heavy chain to my collar and led me over near a padded table. She hooked my chain to an eyebolt and left me on my knees. I felt so humiliated to be in tight bondage hitched to the wall like an animal. But, I have nonetheless accepted my position as a submissive and I know that I must suffer this type of humiliation for my Mistress. Thankfully I could see my beautiful Mistress in the mirror as she crossed the room to retrieve her cigarettes. Mistress is an incredibly sexy and seductive smoker. There is nothing more exciting than watching her smoke one of her long, all white, super slim cigarettes. Everything from her gorgeous lips, to her beautiful smoky exhales is enslaving. From this point on, she actually smoked continuously during our “date”.

Mistress knows me and my smoking fetish well. In fact, she uses it to enslave me further. She crossed back towards me with her unlit cigarette in her hand. I could see the all white cigarette contrast against her black outfit and beautiful black nail polish. She scolded me for failing to bring matches with me to light her cigarette. Not that I was in a position to light it anyway, since I was in tight bondage. She then forced me to watch her light her cigarette from a candle. She told me that I would have to be punished for my failure to meet her needs. She took a seat above me on the padded table. She looked stunning as she relaxed with her cigarette. Her cigarette ash became longer as she pondered my punishment. At that moment, it seemed to jump out. She told me that she no longer wanted to dirty her crystal ashtrays, so from now on I was to become her Human Ashtray! I was stunned, I could not believe that she would put me through such a degrading and humiliating task.

But, her power and beauty overwhelmed me. Early, I had told her that I would do anything for her just to be near her. She of course used this against me. She whispered, “now, now slave, I want you to be my ashtray. Don’t you think that I’m so beautiful that I deserve to use your mouth as my ashtray if I please?” As she asked her questions, with her hand that held her cigarette, she extended her finger towards my lips and sensuously rubbed my lips. My body ached with a surge of sexual excitement as my lips slowly parted. She inserted her manicured nail into my mouth. I licked her freshly painted nail with my tongue. I could hardly contain my sexual urges as I paid homage to her nail with my tongue. I was in heaven!

Well, I couldn’t argue with her logic or her sensual powers. She was beautiful, and demanding and I was a born submissive. I felt that I had an obligation to serve her needs, so I of course complied. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to accept her hot dirty ashes! She then flicked her long hot ash into my mouth. I swallowed and learned another lesson in submission and humiliation. Mistress continued to smoke her long cigarette while I was chained up on my knees like the near worthless slave that I am.

After relaxing with one more cigarette, it was time to learn another lesson. Mistress wanted to change out of her new leather lace up boots and get into another pair of new shoes. She unhitched my chain from the wall and led me on my knees to her comfortable chair. She removed my hands from the bondage mittens and took a seat in front of me. My penis was throbbing with excitement, as I was about to be permitted to touch her luscious leather boots. Mistress told me to lick and kiss her leather boots and to suck on the high heels. I gladly paid homage to those beautiful and aromatic leather boots. I paid particular attention to the heels and the platform soles

She pointed her cigarette at me and sternly told me to listen carefully while she explained how to remove her boots. As instructed, I carefully unlaced her beautiful black leather boots and remove the first one from her foot. I followed up with a precise removal of the second leather boot.

Mistress was concerned about changing her thigh high stockings. She made me gently remove each stocking from her beautiful, shapely legs. It was absolute torture acting as a handmaiden. I was truly just a lowly male serving the needs of his Mistress. My engorged penis was mercilessly bound with that nasty leather cord with no chance of release. I was again humiliated by my servitude to my beautiful and demanding Mistress. Mistress told me that since I was so good at serving as her boot slave, she was going to have me kiss them in public, maybe at a club, or in a restaurant. Although I was shocked, I know that when that time comes I will comply with her wishes.

Mistress then instructed me to place a new pair of super silky stocking on her legs. I carefully rolled each stocking up her legs to a point just under her short black vinyl dress. I was of course careful not to touch my Mistress’s creamy white skin too much as I know that I am not allowed such a pleasure.

Mistress was relatively pleased with my performance. Next, she instructed me to remove her new pair of shoes from a box on the floor. Well, when I pulled the tissue paper away from the top, I was staring at a pair of shoes that were a fetishist’s delight. They were a pair of black patent platform shoes with a 5″ high-heels. They had a buckle strap around the ankle and smelled just luscious. I was permitted the pleasure of placing this new pair of shoes on my Mistress’s feet and adjusted them to the proper fit. Next, she ordered me to pay homage to her new shoes my licking and kissing them. I was again in heaven as I applied my tongue to every surface of her new shoes. I paid special attention to licking the soles clean!

During the entire time as my Mistress’s handmaiden, she continued to smoke her cigarettes and use my mouth as an ashtray. She would interrupt my licking and kissing of her boots and shoes to flick her hot ashes into my mouth. She even threatened to let her girlfriends use me as an ashtray at an upcoming party.

During my handmaiden servitude, Mistress caught me touching by tightly bound penis, which of course is not allowed. She now told me that I would be punished for failing to obey her. She pulled on the heavy chain attached to my posture collar and again led me across the room and hitched me to the wall in a kneeling position. She then placed another pair of bondage restraints on each hand and wrist.

These restrains were made of leather and were similar to an open fingered glove. They had a thick padded leather piece that surrounded the palm and backs of the hand and extended several inches down each wrist. There were two wide leather straps with buckles. One strap went around the palm area and the other around the wrist. They seemed to be the type of restraint used in overhead suspension. I became very concerned that Mistress was going to hang me from the ceiling by my wrists. Mistress always has a way of keeping me off balance as her slave. She then pulled each of my wrists behind my back and buckled these restrains together. Not satisfied with the initial restriction, she found a way to really pull them tight behind my back so I could not move a muscle. My chest was pulled tight due to the pressure on my tightly cuffed wrists. This tight restrain sent a surge of sexual energy through my body. I quivered as my penis again became uselessly and humiliatingly engorged.

Mistress lit yet another cigarette while she surveyed by restrained body. She blew her sexy smoke into my face and said, “slave, there’s just one more thing we need to totally restrain you.” She then pushed an open mouth ring gag into my mouth. Once it was behind my teeth, she buckled it tightly around my head. I know I looked ridiculous as I could see myself in the mirror. I still had the leather hood over my head, with the posture collar and now the gag. Chained to a wall, on my knees with my hands cuffed tightly behind my back and my genitals in tight bondage. All this and my beautiful Mistress, flicking all of her hot ashes into my mouth and blowing her sexy smoke directly into my eyes and face. I just thought to myself, how lucky could I be. Under normal circumstances I would never be this close to such a beautiful woman. I felt completely at ease and content with my role as a slave. I began to drool uncontrollable due to the gag. My warm saliva began to dribble down my chest and onto my bound genitals.

bound slave with hood

Slave r in bondage

hooded slave with ring gag

Hooded and gagged to be Vinyl Queen’s ashtray.

In anticipation of a major site redesign on my part, there will no longer be “room” for slave stories.  My current site is bloated and outdated. In an effort to make it current, certain pages will need to be pruned. I feel that these accounts need to have a home SOMEWHERE, though. What better place than my blog? The first in a series of posts of slaves who have seen me in the past:

My trip to New Orleans in 2000

Could this be real? After all my planning and preparation was My Queen really coming up the gangway? Yes, yes, there she was walking right towards me smiling from ear to ear! I wanted to drop to my knees and kiss her feet with joy, but instead she hugged me tight, let me take her carry-on and off we went to get her luggage, me hanging on her every word as she told me about her trip. She is so beautiful and her voice is so sexy, I almost ran into a door just walking down the corridor listening to her.

I so wanted everything to be perfect for her first visit to New Orleans. Since we’re famous for Mardi Gras I had a nice string of beads for her, then surprised her with a white stretch limo complete with champagne (California, of course) and cold drinks. My truck would just not have been appropriate for My Queen. She was gracious enough to allow me to remove her shoes and kiss and massage her feet during our trip to the French Quarter. It felt so natural to sit on the floor worshiping her feet and listening to her talk. She had some questions about the weekend ahead and I excitedly told her about all I had planned. The idea was for her to see as many New Orleans highlights as comfortably possible, enjoy the best of the local cuisine, be totally pampered and get her hands (paddles, crops, etc.) on my ass. Flexible arrangements had been made for all of her meals and I gave her my suggestions with much excitement. She was genuinely pleased and that was reward enough for me.

It would not do for her to stand in the check-in line so I had already taken care of that and prepared the suite. Of course a regular room would not be fitting for My Queen so I had requested the most private suite available. It was perfect, top floor, end of the hall, large sitting room and all the amenities of a first class hotel. I had completed the arrangements with a dozen red roses, French vanilla candles, an assortment of cold drinks and several new outfits. She was pleased with the accommodations and extras and that was what I wanted to hear. Knowing that she would be a little tired from the trip I excused myself, leaving her to rest and get ready for a walking tour of the French Quarter with me as her guide.

At the appointed time I knocked softly on the door and noticed that I was shaking with excitement. She let me in, told me to strip, lay out the lingerie that I had with me and wait for her in the sitting room. You see this was not going to be a regular walking tour, oh no. I had learned long ago that everything I do with the Vinyl Queen is exciting. She had me put on a matching set of bra, garter belt, stockings and thong panty. Then she watched with an amused look on her face as I, following her instructions, bent over and inserted a remote control vibrating egg into my butt. She let me wear regular slacks and a Polo shirt, but no socks with my loafers. She tested the remote and off we went.

It was so exciting to be seen with her and be around her. I love to watch the looks on guys (and girls) faces when they see her coming. They try not to stare, but usually are not very successful. Little whiffs of her perfume, her beautiful smile, her sexy body and her astute and amusing observations made for a wonderful time together in the Quarter. She got the biggest kick out of waiting until I was in the middle of describing a landmark then turning on the egg. As soon as it started buzzing I would go blank and I stammer and stutter trying to complete my thought. She would laugh and say, “Go on, tell me the rest!” or “What were you saying, again?” One of my goals is to provide amusement for her and she was definitely amused.

We returned to the hotel and had a most enjoyable time just sitting and talking. One of the things that I love the most about being with My Queen is her capacity to make the most of every situation and this was no exception. Whether I’m in her dungeon, restrained with my ass on fire or just sitting quietly and listening to her, it is always exciting. It was with much reluctance, but satisfaction that we returned to her suite so that I could change and head home.

My sleep was fitful that night dreaming of spending a large part of Saturday with My Queen. I arrived at the appointed time to find her well rested and in a wickedly playful mood. She was stunning as always in her catsuit and boots and had me in lingerie kneeling at her feet in no time. She added rope to my outfit this time and it always excites me how much more restrained I feel with rope wrapped and knotted artfully around my body and pulled tight between my legs. She had allowed me to bring nail polish remover, cotton pads and pick the color to go back on her toenails. I showed her my choices and she was pleased. Before letting me begin she cuffed my hands, just to make it more interesting. What a thrill to sit at her feet and work carefully on those gorgeous toes!

During our first visit, in San Francisco, My Queen wanted to give me a real taste of corporal punishment. Unfortunately due to a lack of sound proofing in the room I was staying in she was unable to really cut loose on me. It was a wonderful time and perfect for the beginning of a long-term Mistress/sub relationship, but she was itching to really redden my ass, and that was to happen in New Orleans. She was very picky about where and how to position me, left the shackles on and began to educate me on the instruments of pain that she had with her. She would explain the construction and best use of each one before attacking my butt with it. She would go slowly and methodically, then fast and furious, always keeping me guessing. It was the most intense paddling that I had ever received up to that point. It hurt so bad, but was so mentally cleansing. She is a true artist in several respects, including corporal punishment. It is amazing to me how much mentally stronger and more confident I am after each time she works me over.

During the afternoon she changed into several other fabulous outfits and we played some other games for her amusement. She posed me for pictures and laughed at me when my sore butt would hit the carpet. She taught me how to lace and unlace her boots and gave me one of the greatest privileges I can ever have, by letting me give her a body massage.

sissy in New Orleans

Yes Ma’am with The Vinyl Queen in New Orleans, 2001.

When it came time for me to leave I was sad, but so very satisfied. We hugged and said goodbye and I must confess I had tears in my eyes when I hit the down button for the elevator. They were tears of joy that the weekend had worked out so wonderfully and tears of sadness that it was ending. She had once again opened new, exciting doors for me and I knew that no matter how much I did for her in return, it would be inadequate. She let me know that she was pleased with my efforts, appreciated my attention to detail and was enjoying her weekend. Music to my ears!

The Vinyl Queen is truly a unique mix of beauty, intelligence, imagination, artistic ability, mind reader, tease, tormentor and confidant, in a graceful and exciting, killer package! She is My Queen and for that I am so very thankful.


Last night I spent a number of hours with one of my favorite clients: Denise, The Rubber Slut. Denise has been seeing me for a number of years now, and we always have a good time together. This due in no small part to the amount of preparation that he goes through in order to make the session run smoothly. Denise brings his own outfit, toys, and always has something new and interesting to share in that realm of “things” he has in his arsenal.

I also appreciate that Denise has a persona that was developed prior to visiting me for the first time. Mind you, I don’t mind making up personas for those who are into cross-dressing, but my attitude is different when I am presented with a fully-formed “personality” in session. Denise is one of those.

Denise likes to suck cock. Denise also adores rubber, hence the name. I don’t run into too many satin or lace sluts, but I DO know of rubber sluts. Mind you, it’s not easy for me, Denise, and whomever is helping me out with the session to be COMPLETELY clad in latex for the duration of the session, but we all endure due to how the presence of so much rubber transforms Denise’s responses.

Last night was a first for Denise. I have been rotating various new people into our sessions together and this was the first appearance of my friend Kat Meyers. I have known Kat for a few years and I also know that she has a latex wardrobe and looks good wearing it. From my experience shooting a video with her and doing some photo shoots, I knew that some day she’d be a welcome addition a session. I was correct in my assessment. Denise concurs I’m sure. From the moment that Denise sat down for his makeup application, we could tell he was nervous about the other Mistress in the room. These nerves translated into Denise performing to his Rubber Slut best and impressing even me with his willingness to serve and take pain for the two of us.

You can read more about Denise’s experiences here. More photos and video of Denise are also available in the members section of my website ( shameless plug). Denise is a lot of fun to watch 🙂 but don’t take my word for it, find out for yourself!

VQ