London and NYC Recap

The Queen's Terminal.

The appropriate terminal for my arrival.

My October travels have come to a conclusion. It was certainly a memorable series of journeys!

I started off on October 5th to London. The purpose of this trip was to attend the Femdom Ball. I had been intrigued for some time with the concept of this event, and figured it was time to satisfy my curiosity. I had a bit of trepidation before setting out, as past experiences at London Heathrow Airport had not been efficient or pleasant during lay-overs (circa 2007). Thankfully, the process of getting to London went much more smoothly than I anticipated. Heathrow has changed significantly for the better. I was impressed with the entire process of making my way through the airport from landing, immigration, to baggage.

My faithful European travel slave, guy, was my attendant for the weekend. We have traveled to the Essen Fetish Weekend, and numerous video shoots in Belgium  in the past. He is an excellent traveling companion. I value his patience, resourcefulness, and above all humor in the face of transportation snafus. Let’s just say that our car service situation didn’t always goes as planned!

Femdom Ball Outfit

My Femdom Ball Ensemble.

The Femdom Ball itself was an interesting experience. I wore a latex top and skirt from House of Harlot. My female slave made the suggestion of choosing a color other than black. I thought that was an excellent idea and the results can be seen to the left. As for the event itself, I was fortunate to be seated next to Mistress Thick of New York. Let’s just say that we have like minds. I think our commentary kept the rest of the table entertained. One of the highlights of the evening was meeting Sardax. If you don’t know who Sardax is and you follow my blog, shame on you. Anyone who proclaims to be a follower of all things Femdom should know about his work. Sadly, one of the women at our table was completely clueless as to the man and his body of work. She was the winner of the real-time sketch with Sardax. Hopefully she has been adequately evangelized to his greatness and will become a future customer.

After the ball concluded, we made our way to Club Alice for the Rubber Cult party. Whereas the Femdom Ball was a formal event with many elaborate dresses and evening gowns, this event was simply about the rubber fetish. I saw every type of outfit imaginable! I think the latex cowboy ensemble was my favorite for originality and composition. Funnily enough, I ended up seeing some friends from the Texas Latex Party and Essen Fetish Weekend. It was nice to catch up with them.


The VQ Restaurant in London.

I didn’t session or sight-see during my time in London. I wanted to focus on the events on my schedule. There was plenty of socialization on Saturday and I used Sunday as a day to rest and catch up on social media and the like. We ventured out to the VQ Restaurant for dinner though. I simply HAD to visit this establishment. The VQ Restaurant is part of a chain that is open 24 hours–unlike my business! Ha!


I left London on Monday, October 9th and headed for my favorite city in the world: New York. I was obviously missed as the week was filled with sessions. When I wasn’t working at the New York Rubber Studio and bugging Mistress Ariana Chevalier, I was catching up with friends. Mistress Shane and I had dinner mid-week and Mistress Chloe joined us at the end. There simply wasn’t enough time to do doubles with either of them, but I’m hoping that this opportunity works out during a future visit. The best doubles manifest from real Femdom friendships. I also dined with @TheBootBitch during my visit. She is a Lifestyle Femdom friend.


The shoes modified for me by helix.

I don’t usually discuss sessions in detail that occur while I’m traveling, but this appointment was far more than “just” BDSM for pay. No, this was a life event. I say this as there are certain people in this world who have set themselves apart from the rest. The person in question goes by the handle of Helifix on social media. He not only enjoys being trampled, but he crafts BDSM toys as well. I think this is a bit of an understatement, as he has figured out a way to improve on a piece of equipment that I am notorious for using: the cockbox. He took the best parts of the cockbox–AND MADE IT PORTABLE! This device is also very visually appealing. Not only did he bring this portable cbt trampling board to the session, but he came bearing gifts. I am known for the modified high heels that Trampleguy has made for me. Helifix took it to the next level, yet again. He took a pair of “street legal” stilettos and made them into some serious “top fuel” contenders. I’m not exaggerating when I state that these shoes can’t be worn on the street. They simply can NEVER be on a floor. They can only be used on a soft surface such as flesh. Helifix and I had a great time using his cbt board and the new shoes. Like Trampleguy, he loves being recorded so I had a blast capturing video of the session. I am always fascinated to see what the ground level perspective of my trampling looks like. It just never gets old! I think it is apparent that I had a great time with helix. He is a very nice person as well as a great rug. My dream session would be where I trample him and Trampleguy at the same time.


A Manhattan in Manhattan.

My last working day in New York was spent on the outing I make every time I come into town. I meet up with a long-time client and we traipse around shopping and checking out new sights. The end of the evening was capped off by dining at the Carlyle Hotel. We first had a cocktail at Bemelman’s Bar. Then we moved to the restaurant. I thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere of the location and the dress code: gentleman MUST wear a jacket. After experiencing fine dining in San Francisco, where there are too many patrons who don’t seem to care about their appearance, this was a pleasant change of pace. The cuisine and service were impeccable, as I expected. The bar has certainly been raised for out next excursion in Manhattan!

I was able to have a personal day at the end of my trip. I spent it with my best friend visiting a zoo and seeing a movie. I’m going to keep the details slim on that day as I really have done on a bit too long this time. It’s time to wrap things up and move onto planning for my next stop: Detroit!

VQ’s Travels Have Commenced!

As Spring is upon us, my travel schedule is well under way and it’s time to update on where I’ve been and where I’m off to. For those who have very short attention spans, my next trip will be to Irene Boss’ Compound in Pittsburgh, March 17 – 20.

Burt Reynolds with Bandit car.

Burt Reynolds being interviewed at Barrett Jackson, 2016.

January found me in Scottsdale again for the Barrett Jackson Auto Auction. I make a yearly pilgrimage to this event with a long-time client. We are both big auto aficionados. We plan the trip around dining, tourist attractions, and of course The Show. If you serve me consistently throughout the years, this is the reward you are granted: traveling with me for multiple consecutive days. I have to be comfortable around you and know that you won’t act-out in public. I also need to know that you won’t drive me nuts. There has to be somewhat of a personality mesh. Traveling can be stressful, even when the goal is to have fun. I have zero-tolerance for complaining. It’s nice to know that I can walk for hours with a client and he will maintain a consistent demeanor.

A highlight of our trip was happening upon Burt Reynolds as he entered the building. I was able to snap a couple of images as he was being interviewed next to the Bandit car. I was a huge Smokey and The Bandit fan as a kid, and this fulfilled a lifelong dream to see not only one of the vehicles affiliated with the movie, but also Burt Reynolds! He doesn’t move as quickly as he used to, but he certainly hasn’t lost any of his wit and charm.

Cowboy boots and a belt buckle.

Tony Llama boots and a sterling silver buckle for Dress Like A Texan Day.

I made it to Houston in February once again. I visit Mistress Precious for business and pleasure. We work together tormenting our slaves and then have a great time afterward. She is the consummate host. We have new adventures whenever I visit. Our first session involved a repeat customer who wanted to recreate the activity in one of my videos. He was a real sport and brought in a custom CBT board that he hand-crafted at home. He also came armed with six fish hooks that he had ground smooth and polished so they could enter and exit his flesh easily. The idea was we were going to impale his scrotum with each hook and then tie them down to the board. Our lucky slave quickly realized that the folks who appear in BDSM videos are usually a breed apart. They can take A LOT more than the average person, pain-wise. Also, he had brought in a much larger hooks than was used in my video. This added a lot more pain and suffering to the equation. He was a real champ, and we were able to thoroughly pierce him with more needles after the impaling. Unfortunately, I can’t add any images from the session. They were definitely NSFW!!

I was lucky enough to visit Houston during the commencement of the Houston Rodeo activities. I love rodeos. I wasn’t able to stay in Houston long enough to attend any of the events, but I was able to strut about on Dress Like A Texan Day. I brought my old belt buckle and Tony LLama boots to fit in. Of course there were also some other very “Texan” activities to do such as eat delicious BBQ and TexMex food.

I’m looking forward to my next set of travels in March, April and May: Pittsburgh, Washington, D.C., Belgium and Domcon LA. If you’re interested in seeing me at any of these destinations, I recommend contacting me early. My regulars contact me quite early and some trips are already at least 50% booked up!

Yes Ma’am’s San Francisco Visit

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!