You are laying back, listening to my voice. It’s soft, and sensual. It’s telling you to relax. You can’t help by obey. You feel your body sinking, getting heavier. My voice seems further away, yet invasive at the same time. The words run together in a silky suggestive tone and you feel yourself slipping away.
As you wake, you hear me counting, “Four…. three…. two… “
You are incredibly relaxed and a little unsure of how long you’ve been away. You remember the words “silly…. little… sissy…” wrapping around your brain, penetrating it and feel the urge to wiggle your hips.
Silly little sissy…
You pull yourself up on your heels and follow me into the dungeon studying the way I walk, wishing you could more properly emulate my sensual stride. You can’t stop yourself from glancing in the mirror as you walk passed and resist the urge to fix your lipstick.
Sweet little sissy…
You don’t have to worry about your lipstick, as Mistress forces you on your knees, leans over you, cleavage dangerously close to your face and applies another layer to your lips, making them glisten in the low light of the dungeon.
Slutty little sissy…
She wants to make sure she can see exactly where your lips have been, she says as she guides your mouth to her rather large strap-on. You lick it greedily as that voice, Her voice, continues in your head.
Slutty, cock hungry little sissy. That’s all you can think of, it’s it?
There is a new reality. A reality in which men are hunted. Not for their flesh or for their tech skills, but for their orgasms. Women have learned that they can intensify their own orgasms if they steal pleasure from a man, letting him get to the very edge of orgasm, then preventing it and stealing the the pleasure for themselves, leaving the men frustrated, drained and submissive. Men hide in fear of being captured and kept for their special resource. They are called Brinkers. The top Brinkers are cherished. They will have a private room of their own in the Brinkers quarters. A handsome well trained Brinker is often put on display or loaned out.
Once captured, a Brinkers intensive tease and denial training begins. They are fitted with a chastity device complete with an electronic lock. The only way to unlock it is to sit in the Brinkers chair. The Brinkers Chair resembles a birthing chair with restraints on each side for their for wrists and thighs, exposing their swollen cocks.
Once locked into place, the chastity cage is replaced with custom fitted tube that slides over the erect cock. It’s warm, soft and wet like a hungry mouth. A vibration starts inside the tube, running from the tip to the base, and back again. It varies for each Brinker, getting to know the rhythm and pressure that will bring them nearly to the edge the quickest. There are special sensors that can tell when the Brinker is getting close, and shuts down, applying firm, sometimes painful pressure to the head of the cock in order to stop the orgasm at precisely the right time to bring the most pleasure to the women who own him, their friends, and lovers. This process will be repeated multiple times until the women have had their fill.
At parties, women will display their most cherished Brinkers, or lock them in their Brinkers Chair in the center of the party to let their friends feel the blissfully addictive sensations of a Brinkers ruined orgasm washing over them.
To properly train a Brinker, first they must be broken. This starts with a long period of denial. They are locked away in a trainers device that causes any physical sexual arousal to be, if not impossible, then painful. The soft moans of women having sex is piped in spastically at night. During the day, screens in each room show a variety of different pornographic images and videos. While most prospective Brinkers break within a week, some make it as much as a month or more before they are begging for release.
Once they reach that point, the next level of their training begins.
Sissy maid training. The pink frilly maids uniform, unlike the coveted black and white maids uniform, is a sign that the Brinker has yet to prove his worth. They are the ones that must set up for, and clean up after the orgies, as well as be on hand to distribute lube and sex toys to the women who need them. Sissy maids have no physical contact with the women who own them and are not allowed to speak unless directed. Every Brinker stays at sissy maid status a minimum of six months. This stage helps them learn to properly take care of their Mistress and understand the inner workings of her home. If a Brinker excels as a Sissy maid, they are promoted to full maid status. This includes the formal black and white uniform and more intimate obligations, including bathing and dressing the mistress, as well as cleaning and maintenance of her personal collection of vibrators and sex toys. Maids are not used as Brinkers, but rewarded with an orgasm every month.
After completing sissy maid training, Brinkers are promoted to Bitch Boy. Bitch Boys are used as bottoms anytime one is needed, be it by another Brinker who is putting on a show for his Mistress, or by the Mistress herself should she so desire. Bitch Boys are signified by the gem encrusted plug that they are to wear any time they are out among the general population. Bitch boys are often used as human tables to hold safer sex supplies, hors-d’oeuvre or cocktails during parties.
When a Bitch Boy is exceptionally good at his job, exhibiting exceptionally hungry fuck holes, he is left at Bitch Boy status and given a new plug attached to a jeweled cock cage to wear to signify his special talents. He will still be used as a Brinker, but not nearly as often.
A prospective Brinker who fights it, who never makes it to Sissy Maid Status is sometimes the most fun of all. Women know that all they need to do is continue to deny them, and that eventually they will give in. It’s not unheard of for a Prospective Brinker to be teased daily and not given any release at all for months on end. By the time the prospective Brinker is begging to be put to work in his destined vocation, he must start earning his status as a Brinker and prove that their dedication.This means spending twice as much time as a Sissy Maid to fully emasculate him as well as a public spanking.
Most Prospective Brinkers realize, that once captured, that the life of a Brinker is not as horrible as they had feared. They are treated as prized pets and as long as they behave, and make their Mistress happy, life is different, but very good.
While I’ve never enjoyed working in a traditional office, total power exchange office roleplay is a BIG fetish of mine. Are you a boss in dire need of a demotion?
His secretaries always put up with his shit. Always. They put up with the leering and the inappropriate comments. They put up with his thinly veiled, rampant pornography use. The covered for his “appointments” with beautiful escorts who visited his office during business hours. They always put up with this because they were paid well, and the work load, other then covering for his sexual deviances, was light.
But Miss Strange was different. She was tall, busty with flaming red hair and pale skin, just as many of his previous secretaries had been, including the one she was replacing. But when he made the comment about her melons, she looked him in the eye and asked “Is that appropriate workplace behavior? It’s not even a witty line.”
Her direct reply took the fun out of it. He liked to watch them turn and blush. He retired to his office to answer email and phone calls. It wasn’t long before he was distracted by a naughty email from one of his favorite escorts. A visit from her would be a welcome distraction, so immediately replied that yes, he would love to see her that afternoon.
Miss Strange announced her arrival and offered the two of them coffee. He smiled and made a smart ass remark about Lola having everything he needed as he smacked his friend on the ass and closed the door in Miss Strange’s face. The sound of muffled giggles followed – as well as the muffled sound of something entirely not work related.
Miss Strange returned to her desk to work. She looked on silently when he walked Lola passed her to the elevator an hour later. Every day that week, another escort would show up, followed by giggles and muffled moaning. By the end of the week, Miss Strange didn’t even look up from her desk when he walked them out. She just smiled knowingly.
He thought that perhaps now Miss Strange understood how things worked around here. He thought that perhaps now Miss Strange would realize that her real job, was to stand between him and his good time, and upper management.
He was wrong.
He returned to his office, leaving the door cracked and returned to business. A short while later Miss Strange entered his office and shut the door behind her. “I supposed you expect me to perform those duties as well?” she said as she looked him dead in the eye while starting to unbutton her matronly top. Her ample cleavage spilled out and she adjusted it for maximum effect.
He paused. He was always careful to steer clear of the secretaries, preferring to bully them and make them blush, but perhaps, just this once?
She walked to his desk, leaned over it, so close he could smell her sensual vanilla perfume. “I see the way you look at me. I’ve also seen your call records. And you know I have access to your email. I see how many women you are juggling. You’re a naughty boy aren’t you.”
He could feel his cock start to swell. “Yes. I am a naughty boy. I’d love to show you how naughty. I could make you feel pleasure you’ve never felt before. I could take my cock and …”
“Why don’t you show me that cock? Can you get it nice and hard? Tell me how you would please me with it.” she said as she walked around the desk and perched on the edge in front of him so that her skirt, already dangerously short, rode up even further.
She giggled as he fumbled to get his pants down as quickly as possible, He looked ridiculously hopeful. Did he have any idea of what he was getting into? Obviously not.
He started to go on, in great detail and while stroking furiously, about how he would fill her wet pussy with his giant cock. He stood up, letting his pants fall to his ankles and reached for her. She laughed and stepped back. He tried to take a step towards her but was hampered by the pants around his ankles.
“You know you look ridiculous, right?” She said as she stepped back even further.
“What?” He said still stroking his cock.
“I said. You know you look ridiculous. Right? Also. You know that I have a nanny cam in here.” she points to a small device on a shelf across from his desk. “I put it in here after my first day. It’s been recording everything that happens on your desk and couch. You have made quit a few interesting videos. Stuff I’m sure my friend in human resources will love.”
The blood drained from both heads.
“You bitch! Get the fuck out of my office! You’re fired! You are so fucking fired. Fuck you and your friend in human resources!”
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
He pulls his pants up angrily, ripping the camera from the shelf pulling the wire out of the wall.
“I’m not letting this shit out there. I’m going to destroy this camera.” he says and he throws it to the ground and starts stomping on it.
“Oh, you poor little man. Do you really think that camera had the video on it? Silly boy. Everything that has been recorded has been uploaded to my hard drive at home. My hard drive is backup up to the cloud nightly. It’s technology fun?”
He stands in stunned silence. The gravity of the situation taking hold. “I’m… I… I would never really fire you. You can keep your job. I’m sorry. I’ll clean up my act. I’ll stop seeing escorts here. Just… don’t show anyone that video.”
She smiles. She steps towards him. “Now I think we can come to an agreement. Sit down.” He starts walking back to his desk. “No! Not at your desk. On the floor. At my feet.”
He stands and stares at her.
“If you are going to have a problem following that simple command, there is no way you can follow more more… detailed… requests. I’ve no interest in dealing with someone who can’t follow basic direction.”
“I’m sorry! No. Sitting. See!” He says as he drops to a seated position at her feet. “What kind of more detailed requests?”
“First. I’m going to need you to wear this chastity device.” she says as she hands him a pale pink Holy Trainer. He takes it and examine it. “You will need to text me pictures whenever I request, night or day, to prove that it is still on and intact. I will also examine it weekly so signs of tampering. In the future, your assignments will get more… complicated, but let’s get you accustomed to this first.”
“I wear this… on my cock? It’s not going to fit!”
“Your cock is not nearly as big as you think it is.”
“But what if I have a date? Or want to, you know… pleasure myself.”
“You won’t have any dates. And I’m in control of when, and if you are allowed to pleasure yourself.”
“How will I sleep in it? Pee with it?”
“You will get used to it. And you will get used to sitting when you pee. It will be good for you. I’m going to leave you in the office to put it on. The last thing I want to do is touch that shriveled cock. I’ll be back in five minutes. I expect you to be kneeling right there and naked except for that cock cage.”
“But I don’t know how to put it on!” He shouts after her as she walks to the office door.
“You will figure it out.” she says over her shoulder as she shuts the door.
I’ve just reconnected with a submissive who served a friend of mine and they reminded me of a group scene I had participated in. Somewhere in sissy sandra‘s writings is her side of this story. I thought I would share because… hot! I remember this well because it was definitely something that my friend and I had joked about doing often, and were thrilled to have our kinky wishes come true.
I have always enjoyed watching wrestling, when about 10 years ago I stumbled into 2 online sites on kink.com, ultimate surrender and naked kombat. Two wrestling sites in which after their match, the winner had their way with the loser.
I really fantasized over each match I saw, and I let the Mistress I was currently sessioning with about my fantasies. After hearing my story, My Mistress had an idea, and she wanted me to entertain her the next time we met. She told me, she’d call me in a week.
About a week later, I received her call and she wanted me to wear the following under my street clothes when I came to visit: a bra, feminine panties, a garter and the sexiest stockings I could find.
Of course I complied and was expecting to model for her and possibly do a strip-tease for her, which I had done in the past.
Upon arriving I was greeted with quite a surprise. After removing my street clothes, My Mistress brought in her Mistress friend, Princessa and introduced her to me. I was then told by both that I would be entertaining them soon, so I was figuring my Humiliating task would be to do a strip-tease dance for them. Was I wrong!
I was told, that we were were waiting on Princessa’s sissy sub and that we would entertain them both by having a ultimate surrender/mortal kombat wrestling match.
They then told me how the match would go . We would be wrestling in our sissy underwear and the match would be a 2 out of 3 falls match. To win the match, you would have to force your opponent to tap out or pin them for a three count. To add to their entertainment pleasure, the loser of each fall would be subjected to a consequence/forfeit and the loser of the match would be subjected to the “ultimate surrender “
Now, anxiety set in but I felt pretty confident, until Princessa’s sissy arrived. He was much taller and larger than me. I think my Mistress has set me up for the ultimate Humiliation. Soon Princessa’s sissy sub was in his sissy underwear and our match begun
Here is the result of our match :
As I expected my opponents size would cause a problem. He pinned me quite easily, and as the loser I was subjected to the ladies’ first planned consequence. I was forced to suck my Mistress’ strap-on, which turned out to be a pre-curser to what would eventually happen.
My opponent knowing I had no chance against him, played around with me by partially pulling off my sissy panty and giving me a good spanking, with both ladies laughing hysterically at my predicament. I felt so Humiliated. Not only was I being dominated by a male sissy in female underwear, but being laughed at by two women watching my predicament, but the thoughts of what consequence I would be subjected to if, make it when I loss.
Eventually my opponent tired of physically having their way with me, and I soon found myself under my opponent and I was totally helpless. I soon heard the ladies count one, two, three as I struggled helplessly, fearing my fate.
The winner of fall # 2 and the match was my opponent sissy Sandra !
My fate soon came to fruition. For losing the fall, I was instructed to worship my opponents sweaty ass. I was instructed to get my nose and lips into sissy’s crack eewww, how humiliating I had never been this close to a male ass ever before.
Little did I know that this wouldn’t be my first virgin experience. I was then told, what I had been expecting all along ughhh Forced- Bi
I had sorta fantasized, but never ever sucked a male-cock ever before. I soon was instructed to get on my knees, in front of my male opponent.
I was reluctant, but my Mistress, soon began to whisper in my ear “I know this what you wanted, really, really wanted, now start licking sissy’s balls” it wasn’t long before I found sissy’s cock in my mouth. Not wanting to disappoint my Mistress, I begun to suck harder and harder as sissy’s cock grew just as hard I sucked so hard, drool began to drip down my chin
After fully edging my opponent, and as my own cock began to harden. Both ladies instructed me to stop. We were told sissies weren’t here to cum, but here to entertain and for us to remember that.
What girl doesn’t love a doll? Especially her very own sex doll. Bendable. Posable. Able to be put it in all KINDS of sexy predicaments. Especially when that silly little head is emptied of all superfluous thoughts and the only thing it can think is the obey and please it’s Mistress.
I find hypnosis is a wonderful tool in the dungeon. It helps my masochists relax and lean into their pain, my sissies relax and embrace their new station, and my novices relax and let their fantasies out.
Sometimes hypnosis is formal. I tell you to get comfortable and relax. You know it’s coming. You are able to fight it, or relax into it. I have a Nova Pro which uses lights and sounds to immediately take you into a place of relaxed suggestibility. It’s here where I could start using that power to help you stop smoking. Instead I use that power for my gain.
To turn you into my plaything.
Sometimes I prefer to use my voice to relax you, to help you enter that suggestable state without a formal beginning. I simply slow down, lower the timbre of my voice and soon you will find yourself agreeing with my desires.
A few notes about hypnosis.
I can’t make you do anything you wouldn’t already be inclined to do. I can’t make you empty your bank account, become my obedient dog, or my cum hungry sex doll. BUT, I can make it so much easier for you to do those things if they were things you were already predisposed to do.
I’ve been doing erotic hypnosis and erotic guided visualization for about 15 years. I started by taking private classes from the amazing Ms Sybil Holiday, a well known professional dominant and clinical hypnotherapist in San Francisco. After our first meeting, she told me I could be dangerous if I wanted to. My voice hits naturally effects some people the same way ASMR does.
And how could I say no to that? Of COURSE I had to learn more.
If you have finished enjoying the video above and are ready to become my toy, purchase the audio version on Niteflirt and the video version on I Want Clips.
There are MANY things I love about working as a BDSM educator and Pro Domme. The paid time off is not one of them. The health insurance also sucks. This is a list of ways to support me or any sex worker you follow and admire.
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I had a blast in Disneyland with Baby Buttons. I love to take mini vacations with submissives I know and enjoy. Apparently I planted this fantasy in his head years ago when playing in the Bay Area, so this was a mini vacation years in this making. And yes, it was well worth the wait.
Housekeeping notes: Yes, I will travel with you. No, it’s not inexpensive. And no. I will not even entertain the conversation until we have met in person.
Baby Buttons reserved a house for us to stay in not far from Disneyland, which, while it mentioned the art and the themed rooms…
It did not mention or show anywhere in the listing, the giant, adult size crib at the foot of the bed in the sprawling master (Mistress!) bedroom.
Which of course led to a very wet diaper.
After I changed Baby Buttons into a dry diaper, we rushed off to dinner at Napa Rose where I let baby indulge in a big boy dinner and a cocktail, so we could connect as two kinky adults. Connecting like that helped create the trust and connection that would help the activities of the next day flow smoothly into a delightfully twisted place.
Home from our night out, baby was tucked in bed in the Frozen themed room. Although I know he would have preferred the Cars themed room, Mommy had final say.
The next morning was Easter, and the bunny brought not only chocolate, but some fun new pins to wear on his jumper.
Disneyland has LOTS of family bathrooms for changing babies, unfortunately, the changing tables are too small for bigger babies. Also being Easter Weekend, there were lots of people who had much more of a need for the family bathrooms, so poor baby had to waddle around in a VERY wet diaper for most of the day.
If only he was good enough to use the big boy toilets, but unfortunately, he could not be trusted!
For the most part, we fit in with the other Disney fetishist, but every once in a while someone would clock us for a mommy and her baby boy. Lunch was one of those. He asked about soup options and the server suggested the tomato bisque “from the kids menu.”
Mommy on the other hand had a lovely crab and avocado soup. Very decidedly from the grown up menu.
After lunch we road several more rides. Baby Buttons while not very good with big boy toilets was very good at keeping up with my need to hit all the big girl roller coasters.
As our day came to a close, I decided our last ride should be Splash Mountain… which was towards the back of the park and about as far as we could get from our rental house. Baby Buttons magically got placed in the front and wouldn’t you know it, hit with a HUGE wave of water soaking him completely. If there were any dry spots in his diaper before we got on, there certainly wasn’t when we got off!
Then to start the long walk of diapered shame all the way through Disneyland, and all the way through downtown Disney, and through the parking lot, and of no! Which way did we need to go to get back to our house?
Baby Buttons decided to ask security.
Forgetting that they had been enjoying the last of their bottle as we walked through the empty parking lot.
And then dropped the bottle which popped apart in front of security, leaving baby Buttons scurrying around to fetch the pieces and Mommy Natasha in stitches.