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Going Deep

Femdom Magazine — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 04:53:23 +0000

Photos and article by Pamela Emmons

Stare at these words. Keep staring. Are you feeling sleepy? Are you slipping into a trance?

Or are you just bored?

For many interested in the varied and diverse modalities of power exchange, erotic hypnosis offers interesting possibilities for both seizing and surrendering control. No need for clunky bondage equipment or devices that might result in embarrassing episodes at airport security. No need to exert oneself by administering a flogging. In this world of streamlined process and mandatory convenience, if you could convince your plaything that he or she is locked in a chastity device without having to actually buy or manage one, why wouldn’t you?

One reason might be the tactile and visual pleasure that comes from locks and buckles. Another might be that not everyone is equally susceptible to the power of suggestion.

If someone near you yawns, do you start yawning? Did simply reading the previous line trigger a desire in you to yawn? The power of suggestion at work! However it is well understood by hypnosis enthusiasts that some people are more hypnotizable than others, and it has little to do with one’s ability to relax, submit or surrender.

Describing the hypnotic state or a “trance” as sleep, is largely inaccurate. Studies show that brain activity for a person in a trance differs greatly from a person who is asleep. Hypnosis works by drawing the mind into a state of consciousness with reduced peripheral awareness accompanied by strictly focused attention. Without calling it hypnosis, a Domme will tell you that this is essentially the frame of mind they demand from any submissive in their service. “Ignore everything else. Pay attention to me.”

There are a number of ways to explore hypnosis on Second Life. One way is through the use of “canned trances” that you can purchase and play in world. These are generally executed by having the subject read text on the screen, superimposed on some kind of geometric distraction that essentially works as visual white noise. Some trances require a special trance engine, while others are simply objects that are rezzed on the ground. Once rezzed, you sit on the “trance container” and the trance takes over your SL viewer. To interrupt the trance script, simply stand up.

“I find trances induced by machine boring,” said Selina Warwillow, an SL hypnosis aficionado. “I’ve seen some good scripts that were quite effective but they tend to fade quickly and be less satisfactory in the end. Automated scripts can however be effective if included into a more complex trance web as a reinforcement tool.”

It is generally agreed that a more engaging experience is having a trance induced by an actual live person, particularly one using voice.

“Voice, over all, is a more effective way to induce a trance,” continued Warwillow. “I don’t think the text has the impact. Voice is typically quicker and allows you to bond more closely with the person you are playing with.”

The word most used by enthusiasts to describe erotic hypnosis is “sexy” and the fantasies of fanatics are numerous and quite varied.

“My interest is in things that fool the consciousness and the covert trance” says a hypno-fan who prefers to remain anonymous. “The idea of luring someone into a trance unknowingly is very exciting.”

Some might argue that subjecting someone to a covert trance is not actually consensual power exchange and is more akin to a mugging. While it may be possible to induce a covert trance under the right circumstances, scenarios like this in SL are most often used in harmless role play.

In addition to being used to assert control, hypnosis can also be used to simply free a person of inhibitions, allowing them to enjoy indulgences without feeling self-conscious. This is particularly useful in public play situations.

“I like to put more than one person in a trance at the same time, a kind of group trance,” confessed hypnosis devotee Babara Tylman. “Simple suggestions that affect the group’s behavior can be sexy and entertaining for the participants and onlookers alike. You can suggest to everyone that seeing pink underwear makes them so hot that they climax at the very sight of it. Combine that with making everyone believe they are wearing nothing but pink underwear, and you have a very amusing situation on your hands.”

Open Doors

Femdom Magazine — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 04:45:03 +0000

On August 28th and 29th The Femdom Network held its first Home and Garden Tour. Members of the Femdom community were invited to open their doors to the public to show off their interior design skills and individuality. Portia Porterfield’s sim-sized estate was one of the eighteen homes on the tour

“The sim was designed to present a northern temperate zone, a representation of the boreal forest which runs from coast to coast to coast in Canada with nods to [British Columbia]’s rainforest and the southern deciduous forests.”

Medussa Reddevil’s magestic mediterranian home sits atop a hill overlooking the ocean on four sides.

The Spanish born Reddevil used her country as an inspiration for her home’s warm colors, but did not stick to a traditional design, mixing modern and rustic pieces together for a unique look.

The stylish Eloise Mureaux described her design philosophy:

“My design philosophy is based on my RL love of French country meets glamour, whimsy and audacious style. Enjoy your visit where timepieces are forbidden, and lingering is encouraged. I am addicted to toile and I am devoted to color. If it makes me hungry to look at, I know I’ve succeeded.”

Titanium Paperclip’s Home, The Temple of the Two Moons is a homage to feminity and traditional goddess worship.

“I wanted to create something that seemed plausible, yet at the same time unlikely to exist in the real world,” she said. “There is a sense of communion with mother earth, thus reinforcing the uniquely feminine strength.”

Home owner Raffila Millgrove changes her home with the seasons.

“Villa Millgrove is based on real life,” she explained in her introductory note. “Raffi’s family watches the seasons change. They skate in winter, have cherry blossom viewing parties in kimono in spring, lie lazily on the beaches in summer and admire the fall foliage in autumn.”

Bambi Paulino’s Irish-inspired cottage overlooks a charming, creature filled forest. In Paulino’s welcome note she warned:

“As you wander the grounds, keep an eye out for the small details: my pet chipmunk, Chip; Bambi the deer, and my chickens, Super Hannah and Dinner!”

The impressive Weatherstone Estates is home to AngelRose Boucher. Boucher describes herself as an avid landscaper who frequently changes her home’s design. The current Polynesian theme is designed to bring the outdoors indoors. with plenty of greenery and an assortment of animals.

Lady Hayden’s picturesque cottage is furnished with a mix or victorian, celtic, and oriental decor, creating a unique look. Her home was designed with a purpose in mind.

“I created this in hopes it would be an enchanted-type feel,” she said. ”Somewhere that soothes the soul and pleases the eye. A place where not only I could escape from it all, but also leave it open to everyone so that others may come and enjoy.”

The tour was well received and plans are in place to make this a regular event, continuing with a Christmas Home and Garden Tour in early December. See a slide show of more of the homes below.

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International Femdom Day

Femdom Magazine — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 10:00:13 +0000

FEMDOM Magazine is proud to be sponsoring The Femdom Network’s celebration of International Femdom Day this weekend, July 24th and 25th. Expect to see a variety of events including parties, discussions, as well as an exhibit of photos from FEMDOM Magazine by our photographer Janice Jupiter.

More information is available on The Femdom Network blog at http://femdomnetwork.blogspot.com. Watch for coverage of the events in our next issue.

See you there!

Eva

From The Editor In Chief

Femdom Magazine — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 23:45:33 +0000

From The Editor In Chief

It’s been a long road from issue 10 to issue 11 and many changes have taken place along the way. Beaumont has closed and other Femdoms have gone quiet as we settle in to summer. A major change has been the dissolution of the past incarnation of The Femdom Network, with a new Network emerging from the flames. Some Femdoms have fallen by the wayside, but others have picked up the torch to carry on promoting Femdom in and out of Second Life. I am proud that my Femdom, The Dominion, is among them. Our sister Femdoms, Bouddicea, O Palais, and La Fortezza, are the best of the best. I thank them for support and hope you will support them as well. We have great things in store, starting with International Femdom Day celebrations on July 24th.

These past couple of weeks have made me more appreciative than ever of the strong, and wonderful women and men who support Femdom and who also work with us on FEMDOM Magazine. Let’s face it, many people don’t take D/s and Femdom in SL very seriously. Thank goodness many of you do.

You’ll notice a number of changes in this issue. Some features, like our advice column, have been put to bed so to speak, to make room for new projects. Our articles are more indepth and we hope you’ll find them engaging. Look for more changes with our next issue. We have some big surprises in store.

Here’s hoping you all have a wonderful summer!

Eva xxx

Switch

Femdom Magazine — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 23:24:26 +0000

By Carl Colberts

Photos By Russell Applemoor

So much of the BDSM world is defined by and individual’s label — Dominant, Submissive, Fetishist, Slave, Bottom or Top.

These tags, titles, or definitions help members of the BDSM community to relate appropriately to their counterparts. Although some individuals present as either naturally dominant or naturally submissive, others lean more towards both or neither, switching roles according to whim.

To give an idea of the comparative popularity of switching, FetLife.com boasts a switches’ group of more than 6,000 members worldwide, compared with more than 13,000 in the biggest dominant group and more than 8,000 in the biggest submissive group. For this article’s purposes, a “switch” will refer to someone who participates in BDSM activities sometimes as a top and other times as a bottom or in the case of dominance and submission sometimes as a dominant and other times as a submissive.

Still, that basic definition takes in a variety of situations. Someone just beginning in the lifestyle may switch until he or she finds the right role. In less ridgd relationships, partners may switch roles based on mood or desire or to allow each partner to experience his or her preferred activity. For example, a switch may be in a relationship with someone of the same primary BDSM orientation and switching provides each partner with an opportunity to realize his or her BDSM needs. It is also common for people to assume different roles with different partners. Switching may also refer to a spontaneous reversal of roles, initiated by either the bottom or the top. Even a person who engages in self-bondage can be viewed as taking both roles simultaneously.

Like bisexuality, identification as a switch is sometimes erroneously construed as “sitting on the fence,” or being indecisive about one’s kink orientation. One need only explore any number of kink-related social networking sites to see that there are many people who enjoy satisfying both the dominant and submissive facets of their personal make-up, and who refuse to sacrifice one for the other.

“Sometimes, I still feel the need to be dominated, even though I’ve been in control,” said Kendra Denimore, an SL citizen with 25 years of real life BDSM experience. ”Sometimes I need to let someone else take control and take care of me. Most Mistresses started as a bottom, the good ones anyway, and ALL of the RL ones; we have had the experience of being the sub/slave before.”

“How can I, as a Mistress, know how you feel or your needs if I’ve NEVER been there myself?” she continued. Although she admitted to having negative reactions from some quarters, she said they were “usually from Dom/mes that either have never had RL experience as a sub/slave, or in some cases have NO experience at all.”

Kendra has switched for the last 5 years, after about 20 years of sub/slave experience, receiving training in both RL and SL.

“It seems unfortunate to me that many of the most hardcore ‘haters’ of the switch lifestyle never let themselves go and experience it,” she said. ”My bet is that they secretly want to, but are so full of either ego or fear of enjoying it, that they feel they need to do all they can to push down or suppress those of us who understand it and are willing to express both sides of our nature.”

Jovial Denimore, outspoken Second Life BDSM educator from the Adult Community Education Society, agreed that switches can find themselves in the middle of controversy.

“Well, ’switches’ have a bad rep in BDSM, not just in SL, but in RL too. They are seen as more gamey and less willing to commit because they do not adhere to one role, Dominant or sub,” she said.

BDSM’s cultural aspect, the language and terms of it, allow us to communicate with each other, but are “simply operational definitions” according to Jovial. People in the community need to understand the terms and speak the same language, but once everyone is educated, they need to move beyond terms.

“The thing that people don’t get is that the world is not black and white, its not all or nothing,” she said. ”BDSM is the same way; it is beautifully complex and diverse. There is no one right way or one right formula that says what is a perfect sub or perfect Domme. You see people trying to fit in one role, being Domme all the time for example, but this is unrealistic and it’s a stereotype.”

She explained that while “dominant” and “submissive” describe actual roles people assume, “top” and “bottom” can describe actions they take.

“For example, a dominant who is acting as the bottom can direct the sub, who is acting as the top to tie [her] up, spank, flog, slap, etc. . . how hard, how fast, how much. The dominant is still the dominant because she is directing the sub, yet the dominant is a bottom because she is receiving the action,” Jovial explained. “Complex, no? Plus, the dominant does not consider herself a ’switch’ because she is not submitting to the sub, she is simply bottoming to the sub top. So as you can see it is not black and white; it’s not all or nothing.”

Jovial stressed that BDSM’s strength is in its flexibility.

“We are human and not meant to fit in neat little boxes,” she said. “It’s unrealistic and unhealthy to live like that. BDSM is flexible and dynamic, so the people who want to explore BDSM must be the same. If they are not they will never be happy or satisfied living in some fantasy stereotype.”

Jovial’s general description proved true in conversations among switches. Mdmullis, the member of a switch group on Fetlife.com, complained of some of the difficulties that face switches in these terms:

“Being a switch definitely has its upsides (like indulging both sides of my personality) but it sure has its downsides, as well (i.e., finding a dom or sub that wants to deal with my ’switchy’ ways, dealing with a dom when I feel Domme-like or vice versa with a sub when I feel a little sub-like). Sometimes I feel as if I chose one side or the other I would have more success in my relationships, but at the same time I feel as if I would be denying part of me.”

This dualism seems to be the distinct and challenging feature for switches and the partners.

On the same group, Johnstorm9 elaborated, “Being a switch can be complicated now and then. When you long to be dominated, your mood can change to a desire to be dominant yourself. Some switches are dominant or submissive only with a specific partner. In that case you need to control the switch feeling the moment it comes because there is no room for it with that specific partner. If you can’t deal with this then you have only one option left: Choose a switch partner who can switch roles with the same person!”

Other switches, however, have reported that it takes care not to have a frustrating relationship between two switches and such a pairing works best only with two already highly compatible people who switch at different times, for different reasons.

Wmimswitch identifies himself as a switch, but doesn’t find on side of his personality constantly struggling to emerge over the other.

“I find that when I with a strong woman, I am naturally inclined to be the sub,” he said. ”And likewise, when I am exposed to a submissive woman, I can very willingly take the reins. It’s not a difficult transition for me to make. But that’s just me”.

Firevilsub, however, doesn’t find the balance as clear and easy to achieve.

“Just the other day I told my husband/Dom that I’d almost wish I could be just one or the other and be satisfied. But the simple fact is, I can’t,” she said. “For me, it’s hard to find balance right now. I went for a long time being only submissive, then remembered that I love dominant headspace too. Now the pendulum is almost swung too much that way. I have a hard time accessing my subspace when I want it. I’m working on it, and seeing a little movement toward it anyway.”

With all the controversy and confusion, the casual observer would have to wonder why anyone switches at all. A descriptionof a game in switch group on Fetlife.com published by Johnstorm9 might sum it up. Johnstorm9 wrote essentially of a spanking duel and exlained that the game had four rounds:

“The first was over the knee with bare hand on bare bottom for five minutes. Second round involved my favourite implement which is a leather-soled slipper. Also over the knee. I must confess that after this round my bottom was already very sore. Third round was twenty swats with a carpet beater bending over a table holding the other side with your hands. Fortunately because of the fact we turned the tables, every time you are the spanker your bottom has time to cool off a little. Last round was the toughest: Twenty swats with a large wooden paddle. Pure agony!”

Sound hot to you? Whether a spanking duel is your thing or not, most would admit that switches know how to have fun, even while being confronted with their challenges within the lifestyle. Whilst their numbers may not be as large as Doms or subs, they are a significant proportion of the community.

Mistress By Mistake: Part Two

Femdom Magazine — Sat, 27 Mar 2010 23:55:51 +0000

By Katrinka Karu

Editors Note: The first part of Mistress By Mistake by Katrinka Karu can be found in Issue 10 of FEMDOM Magazine.

Chapter 5

Ming was sitting in the armchair, legs crossed, sipping a drink when he walked back into the living room. The stunner was sitting in her lap. She held it as he walked over.

“I know your hormones are all in a jumble,” she said, “but I can still flatten you.”

Matt held his hands up. “Don’t worry.” He sat across from her and placed the handcuff key on the coffee table. The chastity belt key was nowhere to be seen.

“Thank you,” Ming said. “I found the inspection most illuminating.”

“You’re welcome,” Matt said. “Does that mean you’ll give me the key back?”

“No,” Ming said, and Matt’s face fell. “I never promised to give you the key, nor did I promise to allow you to leave here unencumbered. I only promised to unlock and remove the belt, which I did.”

She took a sip of her drink. “I’m still upset that you lied to me, and for that a reprimand is in order.” She stared at him harshly. “One month in the belt should suffice.”

Matt’s jaw hung open. “A month?”

“Yes,” she replied. “But I’ll allow the week you’ve already worn the belt to count, which leaves three weeks. Also, if you wish a short respite from the belt I will remove it from you for a time each Friday night, assuming good behavior of course.”

Ming stood and walked to the door. “Can I assume I’ll see you next Friday?”

Matt walked to the door in a haze. “Um, sure,” he said. “Same time?”

“Yes,” she said.

Before he knew it Matt was standing outside the house. He was no closer to having the keys to his belt and far, far more frustrated than when he’d arrived.

Yet… he’d also never felt so excited.

Chapter 6

The second week in the belt was grueling for Matt. Not only was he going on his second week without an orgasm, but he was in a complete quandary over Ming. She was still mysterious and beautiful, but now she was much more real. She definitely had a kinky streak, and he found himself imagining them in a relationship.

The only problem was that when he saw her at work she passed right by him without even a glance. It was like she’d never seen him before. It made the whole Friday night encounter seem like a fantasy.

That set the stage for the entire week. They never spoke and she remained completely aloof. By the end of the week Matt had no idea what Ming thought about him, or if she thought about him at all.

When Friday night came, and Matt was standing on Ming’s porch ringing the bell, he was wracked with nervousness.

Ming answered the door and Matt’s concerns evaporated. His attention was lost by how beautiful she looked.

Ming was dressed in a long red Chengseum dress in deep blue. It was breathtakingly tight from her chin to below her knees, but was slit up both sides to her thighs. The sleeves were very short, and on her arms she wore opera length black satin gloves. On her legs she wore black leather boots, and Matt could see through the dress’ slits that they came up to mid thigh. Her hair was pinned up, with a few strands trailing down to frame her perfect face.

“Are you planning to come in?” Ming asked. “I wasn’t planning on giving the entire neighborhood a show.”

Matt rushed in and Ming shut the door. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

“Don’t apologize,” Ming said, walking to the living room. “I’d be upset if my appearance didn’t cause you to stare. Please, sit.”

Matt sat down on the couch and Ming sat in the armchair. She pulled her skirt to the side as she crossed her legs, allowing the boots to show fully. They were black with heels that must have been 5” at least, and they laced up the front.

“Do you like my boots?”

Matt nodded. “Definitely!”

“I’ve had them for some time. You’re the first man to ever see me wear them.”

Matt felt a surge of pride. “They’re really spectacular.”

“Most men don’t appreciate boots. Oh, all men love high heels, of course. That’s universal. But a boot lover is something special.”

Ming let the dress fall back over her knees. “Did you enjoy last weekend?”

“Very much,” Matt replied. “It’s all I can think about.”

Ming smiled, and stood. She walked to a cabinet and pulled out some leather items and a set of padlocks.

“I have something a bit more stringent in mind for you tonight,” she said. “Do as I say and you may earn an orgasm.”

She turned toward the dining room and Matt jumped to follow.

Chapter 7

Ming bound Matt with bondage mittens, straps, and a bondage helmet, all in black leather.

The helmet was tight fitting and laced up the back. It had holes for his eyes and mouth, but snaps were fit around each to accommodate the leather blindfold and gag which sat innocently on the dining room table. It had a stiff, thick collar attached to it that covered the end of the laces and locked in the back. She laced it on and then painstakingly tightened the laces to make sure the fit was perfect.

The mittens completely encased his hands, forcing them into tight fists. They zipped on and had locking leather straps around the wrists to keep them secure. On the ends there were ‘D’ rings for attachment. Matt’s arms were pulled behind him and his wrists were pulled up between his shoulder blades so that the rings could be connected to the collar. To make absolutely sure his arms were immobile, a thick strap encircled his chest and bound arms.

Once in the helmet and arm bondage, Ming ran a chain from the top of the helmet to the ceiling hook. She then forced his legs apart and kept them that way with a steel spreader bar and leather ankle cuffs. The tension on the chain forced him to keep his head perfectly level.

Except for the chastity belt and bondage items, Matt was naked.

Ming pressed herself against Matt as he stood in his bonds. She stroked his leather encased head with her gloved hands and rubbed her body against his. She whispered in his ear. “You love this, don’t you?”

Matt nodded.

Ming moved away from him and smiled, seeing the frustration in his eyes. She reached up and pulled the key to his belt from a necklace that she wore beneath the dress.

Matt felt her hands at his waist and then the belt loosened. His cock sprang out as soon as it was free.

Ming brushed her satin gloved hand across his cock a few times. Each time his body trembled at her touch. She grasped his cock and slowly squeezed, then let it go. Matt was as horny as he’d ever been.

Ming stood back and let Matt suffer. She turned to the table and picked up a shiny metal ring. She held it before him.

“I told you tonight you might earn an orgasm. Here’s how. I want you to wear this around the base of your cock. You can think of it as a symbol of who owns your cock. Are you willing to do this for me?”

“Yes,” Matt said, nodding furiously.

“Good,” Ming said. The way she smiled made Matt think he’d just made a huge mistake.

Ming reached down and threaded his cock through the ring. She had to work to get it over his scrotum, but she did it. It was tight enough that Matt’s cock began to throb, but it only intensified his arousal.

Ming picked up a wine glass in one hand and grasped Matt’s cock with the other. She began to slowly pump him. Matt quickly became overcome with the sensations and began to pull at his bindings.

“Now, now,” Ming said. “I expect you to remain still. I don’t want a drop of cum on my gloves or dress. If you can’t keep from thrashing around I’ll stop right now.”

Matt forced himself to stop moving. He tensed his muscles to keep them from twitching.

Ming resumed, and it only took a few minutes before Matt erupted into the wine glass. Ming squeezed his cock hard and pumped as he orgasmed, and Matt strained to keep from bucking his hips.

Afterward, Matt practically collapsed against his bonds. Ming put the glass down and cleaned up Matt with a handkerchief. The ring felt much more comfortable now that Matt’s cock was flaccid.

“I’m going to keep you bound a while longer,” Ming said when Matt showed signs of recovery. “Do you want the belt back on now, or would you like to remain free? Bear in mind, if your cock becomes erect I’ll have to use the stunner to get you locked back up.”

Matt looked at the dominant woman in front of him. He already felt his cock stirring. “Better lock me up now.”

Ming retrieved the belt and threaded Matt’s cock into the tube. She put his scrotum in the metal pouch and made sure everything was situated properly. The new cock ring rested right against the metal hole for his genitals, and didn’t interfere a bit. If anything, it made a second barrier against anything being inserted through the leg holes.

With the belt in place Ming locked the waist band and checked to make sure the fit was tight. It was. She stepped back and admired the view.

Ming picked up a small remote control and held it before Matt. “Do you know what this is?” she asked, grinning.

“No,” Matt replied.

Ming pressed one of the three buttons on the remote. Matt felt a tingle at the base of his cock. It was just a tickle, but enough that he couldn’t ignore it.

“That’s warning mode,” Ming said. She pressed the second button and Matt felt a stream of electricity course through his groin. It was painful, but he tried not to show it. After ten seconds or so he couldn’t stand it any longer. He began to thrash in his bonds, lifting his feet and bucking his crotch.

“Please stop,” Matt cried.

Ming lifted her finger from the button and the electricity turned off.

“That’s punishment level 1. Care to try level 2?”

Matt didn’t answer. He was scared to say ‘no,’ but was even more afraid not to answer.

Ming let her finger linger over the button before she pressed it. When she did, she only held it for a second.

It was enough. Matt screamed and leapt into the air in spite of the leg spreader. The pain was so sudden and intense that he couldn’t breathe.

“Now,” Ming said, “I have a very important question for you. I want you to think about it very hard before you answer.” Matt gulped. “Without the key, how would you get out of the belt?”

Matt thought for a minute. “I don’t know that I could.”

Ming pressed the button and gave him a level 2 shock. Matt jumped in pain.

“Be creative,” she said.

Matt thought hard. “The metal is laced with titanium, so it’s too hard to be cut without serious harm to me. It’s one continuous piece of metal so there aren’t any seams to try to break. I don’t know how the locking mechanism works, but once locked on the waistband and crotch shield are completely fused. I don’t think there’s any way to pry them apart.”

“What about a locksmith? It is a lock. It must be able to be picked.”

“The lock is all electronic so there’s nothing mechanical to pick. The keyhole opens when the belt detects the access code sent from a microchip in the key on a specific frequency. Between the frequency and the code there would be literally millions of combinations to try. It would be virtually impossible to find the right one.”

“And what about the manufacturer? Surely they could remove it.”

“Maybe,” Matt said. “But they moved shortly after my belt was made. I tried to contact them a few years ago to see about getting an addition to the belt and I never heard back. They may be out of business. It’s hard to tell what happened to them because they don’t speak English.”

Ming thought through Matt’s answers. After a few minutes she seemed satisfied. “Well,” she said holding the key. “I guess I’d better be extra careful with this. For your sake, that is.” She smiled and put the remote down, then picked up the blindfold and gag and attached them to the helmet. Matt had to open his mouth as the leather pouch was forced in.

Matt felt Ming press herself against him. “You’ve had your pleasure,” she whispered into his ear, “now it’s time I had mine. Feel free to struggle all you like.”

Ming moved away, and Matt was left bound and sightless.

At first he thought she’d left, then he felt the warning tingle. Then the first level of punishment.

She put him through the paces, alternating between modes of pain and periods of rest. She only used level 2 punishment a few times, and never for more than a split second, but after enough level 1 punishment Matt couldn’t help but thrash in his bonds.

The session lasted for what seemed like a long time. The more Matt struggled the more rapid the mode changes came. At times he thought he could hear moaning coming from Ming. His torment was fueling her passion.

Then it all ended. After a few moments Matt felt the gag removed, then felt Ming’s lips pressed against his. It only lasted a few seconds, but the kiss felt more intense than any of the electrical shocks had.

Chapter 8

The next week started out much like the last. Matt and Ming worked on the same floor, less than a hundred yards from one another, but not a word was spoken between them. It was difficult to imagine that one held the pain and pleasure of the other so completely.

On Wednesday that all changed.

Matt rushed to the elevator on the way to lunch. He made it just before the doors closed. There were a number of people inside, including Ming. His eyes landed on her, but she didn’t return his look. Matt turned toward the doors, then he felt the warning tingle. As the elevator began to move the tingle became pain level 1.

Matt tensed his thighs against the pain. As the elevator continued down he had a harder and harder time controlling himself. He looked over his shoulder at Ming. She met his gaze for a fraction of a second, but the glare he received forced him to return his stare forward. He did note that her hands were in her coat pockets.

When the elevator reached the ground floor and the doors opened the pain ceased. Matt rushed out and stood off to the side, forcing his breathing to relax.

As Ming exited she glanced his direction. There was a devilish smile on her face. Matt jumped as a split second burst on level 2 ripped through his groin. A few people looked at him oddly, but his tormentor was not among them. She was merrily exiting the building as if he didn’t exist.

Chapter 9

Friday night Ming greeted Matt at the door wearing a tight leather dress that ended at mid thigh and had long sleeves. She had on black hose and black knee boots with 6” heels and a 1” platform, as well as black leather wrist gloves. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a leather military style hat which gave her a severe look.

“How was your week?” Ming asked as she sat on the armchair and crossed her legs. There was a short riding crop on the table next to her chair. She picked it up and idly rubbed it on her leg and boot.

“My week was fine,” Matt said, seated on the couch.

“I hope I wasn’t too much of a distraction for you at work,” she said with a smile.

“No,” Matt replied quickly. “It was nice to know you were thinking about me.”

“Yes,” Ming said. “I’ve definitely been thinking about you. And have you been thinking about me?”

“All the time.”

“Are you horny,” Ming asked. “Or was last week enough to keep you satisfied.”

“I’ve never been more horny,” Matt said. “Last week was great, but it was just a tease. With you tormenting me all week it just got worse and worse. I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t let me cum tonight.”

“Tsk, tsk,” Ming said. “I’m sure you would survive. Strip for me, please.”

Matt stripped to his chastity belt. Ming tossed him a leather collar that had a pair of handcuffs dangling from the back at the end of a short chain. Matt wrapped the collar around his neck, buckled it, then reached his hands up between his shoulder blades and cuffed them.

“Come here and spread your legs.”

Matt stood in front of the armchair where Ming sat. She produced the key from her necklace and unlocked the belt. She slid it down and off, then put it on the floor. Matt’s cock stood straight out. The ring made it almost painful.

“Sit,” Ming said, and Matt sat down on the coffee table. She leaned forward and put her hands on his knees, slowly spreading them apart. She gently stroked his cock. It twitched at the lightest touch and Matt held his breath, fighting for control.

“I’ve enjoyed our evenings together,” Ming said. “And from the look of things you have too.”

Matt nodded.

“Would you object if I forced you to be more slavish?” she asked. “It might require you to become more intimate with my needs.”

Matt trembled and without warning his cock spasmed and erupted, leaving white globs on Ming’s gloved hand and the coffee table. Ming pulled her hand back and reached for the remote with the other. Matt tensed as level 2 pain coursed through him. His cock, already starting to deflate, became instantly flaccid. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Ming held the button down for long seconds. It was enough that Matt was whimpering before she was done. To his credit he kept from screaming, but it was only because he knew how much trouble he was already in.

When Ming released the button, Matt tensed, waiting for further assault. It didn’t come, though. Ming merely stood and fetched a washcloth to clean the mess.

“You’ll have to be punished for that,” she said, more dispassionate than angry. Matt shivered at the proclamation.

Ming left the room and returned with a wash basin, shaving cream, and a razor.

“Stand and straddle the table, please.”

Matt stood so that his legs were on either side of the table. Ming removed the ring from his cock and proceeded to shave his entire crotch smooth. The sensations were wonderful and he was already becoming hard again. When she was satisfied he was smooth she replaced the ring and then put him back into the chastity belt. It took two sizeable shocks to get him flaccid again after the attention.

Without releasing him further she sat back in her armchair and pointed to the floor before her. She spread her legs. “Kneel.”

Matt fell to his knees before her.

“Start licking at my boot heels and move up.”

Matt started licking. With his arms bound behind him it was hard, but the excitement of being so close to Ming made it worth it. It was a fantasy come true. He slowly licked her boots all over, then worked his way up her calves to her knees, then thighs, and eventually to her crotch. She shocked him every time he got in a hurry. By the time he reached her sex she was moaning and writhing. His arms were in agony, but he never thought of stopping. She had two orgasms before pushing him away.

“Mmmm,” she said. “Very nice. You make a good slave.”

“Thank you,” Matt said, still kneeling.

Ming cut her recovery short to unbind him, sensing the extreme discomfort he must be feeling. In less than fifteen minutes he was dressed and back in his car. He drove home wondering if she’d forgotten to punish him, or if shaving was his punishment, or if some new punishment would be waiting for him the following week.

Chapter 10

By the middle of the week Matt had his answer. Itching! The hair stubble beneath the belt and on his scrotum was growing back in and it itched.

He fidgeted constantly. His hands instinctively reached for his crotch, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t get so much as a pinky finger in to scratch. It was maddening.

Ming was clearly enjoying his predicament, too. Each time he saw her she smiled at him, and once she even grazed her long fingernails across his back in the elevator, proof she knew exactly what she’d done to him. It was by far the most attention she’d ever shown him outside of her home, though, so that was a plus.

The itching eased by the end of the week, but the reminder of what punishments awaited him if he couldn’t control himself lingered.

Chapter 11

Friday night Matt stood outside Ming’s door nervously. It was supposed to be the end of his imprisonment. He was half excited, but half fearful. While he desperately wanted his freedom back, he wasn’t ready to trade his time with Ming for anything. He silently hoped he could somehow keep both.

Ming answered the door wearing a blue dress, black hose, and black heels. The outfit was very normal looking, and nothing like what Matt had come to expect. She invited him in and they each took their place in the living room. Matt saw the key sitting on the armrest beside her.

“As I’m sure you’re aware,” Ming said, “your punishment is due to come to an end.” She paused and picked up the key, letting it dangle from the necklace chain. “I’ve decided, though, not to return your chastity belt key.”

Matt was confused, but he’d come to trust Ming, so he simply nodded and listened on.

“Prior to receiving this key my life was boring,” Ming said, twisting the necklace chain between her fingers until the key rested in her palm. “I’ve always known that I’m different – sexually, that is – from other women. I even knew enough to recognize my kinks for bondage and fetish clothing, which I freely indulge. But since receiving this key my libido has been in overdrive like never before. No fantasy, no sex toy, and certainly no man has ever come close to giving me the kind of pleasure I’ve felt from merely holding this key.” She made a tight fist around the key.

“So you see,” Ming said, “whatever happens I simply cannot give you this key back.” Ming put the necklace back around her neck. The key dangled beneath the dress between her breasts.

“That leaves us in a difficult spot,” Ming continued. “While I would very much like to continue what we’ve started, I refuse to build a relationship solely on deviant sexual practices.

“So, you have a choice to make. You can either start courting me properly, with dating, flowers, phone calls and such, or you can walk out of here right now and never see me again. If you choose to stay there will be a minimum courting period during which there can be no sexual play. I’d say at least three months. The keys and the remote will be off limits, allowing both of us to act like a normal couple. If we survive dating, then we can take up where we left off. And I guarantee you,” she added with a wicked gleam, “where we left off was the tip of the iceberg.”

Ming turned her head away. “If you choose to go you’ll be stuck in the belt until you figure out a way to get it off. I suppose you’d have to go back to Europe and search for someone who could help, if that’s even possible.

“Either way,” Ming said, patting the key on her chest, “You will never have the key again for the rest of your life.”

Ming waited as Matt took in everything he’d heard. It seemed that either way he was stuck in the belt for the foreseeable future.

Ming looked as nervous as Matt had ever seen her as he stood. He walked around the table and held out his hand. “Miss Liu, would you like to have dinner with me this evening.”

Ming smiled and took his hand.

The End

Editors Note: The first part of Mistress By Mistake by Katrinka Karu can be found in Issue 10 of FEMDOM Magazine. Chapter 5 Ming was sitting in the armchair, legs crossed, sipping a drink when he walked back into the living room. The stunner was sitting in her lap. She held it as he walked over.

“I know your hormones are all in a jumble,” she said, “but I can still flatten you.”

Matt held his hands up. “Don’t worry.” He sat across from her and placed the handcuff key on the coffee table. The chastity belt key was nowhere to be seen.

“Thank you,” Ming said. “I found the inspection most illuminating.”

“You’re welcome,” Matt said. “Does that mean you’ll give me the key back?”

She took a sip of her drink. “I’m still upset that you lied to me, and for that a reprimand is in order.” She stared at him harshly. “One month in the belt should suffice.”

Matt’s jaw hung open. “A month?” “Yes,” she replied. “But I’ll allow the week you’ve already worn the belt to count, which leaves three weeks. Also, if you wish a short respite from the belt I will remove it from you for a time each Friday night, assuming good behavior of course.”

Ming stood and walked to the door. “Can I assume I’ll see you next Friday?”

Matt walked to the door in a haze. “Um, sure,” he said. “Same time?”

“Yes,” she said. Before he knew it Matt was standing outside the house. He was no closer to having the keys to his belt and far, far more frustrated than when he’d arrived.

Yet… he’d also never felt so excited. Chapter 6 The second week in the belt was grueling for Matt. Not only was he going on his second week without an orgasm, but he was in a complete quandary over Ming. She was still mysterious and beautiful, but now she was much more real. She definitely had a kinky streak, and he found himself imagining them in a relationship.

That set the stage for the entire week. They never spoke and she remained completely aloof. By the end of the week Matt had no idea what Ming thought about him, or if she thought about him at all.

When Friday night came, and Matt was standing on Ming’s porch ringing the bell, he was wracked with nervousness.

Ming answered the door and Matt’s concerns evaporated. His attention was lost by how beautiful she looked.

“Are you planning to come in?” Ming asked. “I wasn’t planning on giving the entire neighborhood a show.”

Matt rushed in and Ming shut the door. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

“Don’t apologize,” Ming said, walking to the living room. “I’d be upset if my appearance didn’t cause you to stare. Please, sit.”

“Do you like my boots?” Matt nodded. “Definitely!” “I’ve had them for some time. You’re the first man to ever see me wear them.”

Matt felt a surge of pride. “They’re really spectacular.”

“Most men don’t appreciate boots. Oh, all men love high heels, of course. That’s universal. But a boot lover is something special.”

Ming let the dress fall back over her knees. “Did you enjoy last weekend?” “Very much,” Matt replied. “It’s all I can think about.”

Ming smiled, and stood. She walked to a cabinet and pulled out some leather items and a set of padlocks.

“I have something a bit more stringent in mind for you tonight,” she said. “Do as I say and you may earn an orgasm.”

She turned toward the dining room and Matt jumped to follow. Chapter 7 Ming bound Matt with bondage mittens, straps, and a bondage helmet, all in black leather.

Except for the chastity belt and bondage items, Matt was naked.

Matt nodded. Ming moved away from him and smiled, seeing the frustration in his eyes. She reached up and pulled the key to his belt from a necklace that she wore beneath the dress.

Matt felt her hands at his waist and then the belt loosened. His cock sprang out as soon as it was free.

Ming stood back and let Matt suffer. She turned to the table and picked up a shiny metal ring. She held it before him.

“Yes,” Matt said, nodding furiously. “Good,” Ming said. The way she smiled made Matt think he’d just made a huge mistake.