Mistress Candy Canes Blog Diary

Thinking of sex

2012-02-27T14:40:00.003-08:00

Im lying in bed at 23.31 thinking of sex, my oral slave is in a neighbouring town. My other slave is watching an action film down stairs! What is a mistress to do? That's it go to her naughty room and get a buzzing vibrator. Rolling it around on my pussy , all i theni think about, is all the porn ive ever watched. Eventually i come, not once but 5-6 times now ive cum and im ready for sleep. My fanny is hot, my muscles worn out and the batteries another day closer to the bin. Happy wanking everyone!

Next sub appointment

2012-02-20T06:59:00.000-08:00

The next sub was well behaved, quiet and timid quite unlike the irishman. He placed his clothes in a neat pile then was told to sit naked at my feet with just his chin barely resting on my knee. He was told that he was there tobe punished. He agreed, this time he was disciplined over the bench. David and I taking it in turns to spank him and build him up to ultimate canning.
Then he was left with me and I instructed that he removed my shoes and massaged my feet. Then he was told to remove my stockings. He then had to lick and suck every toe in a certain manner. Then I got him to lye on his back and I smothered his face with my feet, almost massaging my feet with his face. Then he had to wank at the same time, I was rubbing my feet all over his face, then I placed my foot into his mouth getting him to suck the whole of my foot, first with the right foot and then the left.
Finally I got him to turn around and I started to massage his cock, guess how long before he came? That's right before I could tell him to hold it. Well it was a very productive visit at master Davids in swindon and alot of fun.
After the session, David and I went for a nice relaxing meal, leaving the subs to nurse their bottoms.

Visiting Master David Swindon

2012-02-20T06:57:00.000-08:00

Well it took me around two hours to drive to swindon, I was due to pick a spanking bench from Master David. To my surprise he had arranged two sessions, which would cover the cost of bench I was about to purchase. First we talked and then had a coffee, next we went to Davids play room. The young I rishmen was ordered to undress. Then David and I sat opposite each forming a bridge with our legs. The young man was ordered over our knees. Taking a paddle each and soft fur glove, we tucked them under our bottoms.We started smack each cheek of the young man in front of us, then in a timed rythem, we spanked harder and firm together, hitting each cheek at the same time. Between the bouts we nurse the bottom with gentle finger work and the soft fur glove.Now we started with the smooth leather paddle, again building up a rythem and a lovely sizzling red bottom. David then set to work on the irishman with a lovely leather strap.After some sips of water we progressed to thespanking bench, again building up the spanks, straps and finally onto various canes. The irishmans ass became the griddle of lines he craved and deserve for his rude, cheeky attitude.Please enjoy the picture, the next subs story to follow.

My Oral Slave Merthyr Tydfil

2012-01-28T17:18:00.000-08:00

Another cool day in Merthyr Tydfil. Today I visit my dedicated sub, he's been with me for a couple of years. His position with me is clear, his job is to satisfy me. To provide me with as much pleasure as I desire from him.
As usual I park the car at the top of the hill and step out the car in a shiny bodysuit discretely covered with a short red skirt and a red blouse. Of course I am wearing a nice shiney pair of black heeled shoes, this is to emphasis my superior position to my sub. Slowly I descend down the hill, with my heels clicking on the grey pavement. Finally I've arrived, my slave is expecting me, he lets me in and goes straight to the kitchen to make me a coffee, just as I like it. In a very exact way.
He knows the rules, we talk briefly and ascend the stairs, he usually wears his collar but I have decided to get his remade. So he kneels at my feet naked, in all his glory, with his head slightly bowed to the floor. I quickly reprimand him for the time span since my last visit. Because its been a while I decide that he shoould wear nipple clamps as he finds it unbearable. Within a short time, he is playing up complaining he can't bear the pain. I explain that they must go somewhere, so I suggest his toes. He seems happy with this, but I make him adjust the clamps to his two tiny toes. Unbeknown to him, its actually very painfull and over time the pain increases, but ultimately its even more painful when you remove the clamps. He discovers this to my delight but of course I am a sadist. Especially when your sub starts jumping around!lol!
We then proceed on with his task, firstly he is ordered to massage my bum through the body stocking. After this his proceeds to my feet, followed by my back. Next he massages my breasts. Finally he is ordered to massage my bare bottom with baby oil. The rest of the story can be found on my adultwork site Mistress MCC.

Ess and Emm Cottage 2012

2012-01-23T02:44:00.000-08:00

Last week , I had fabulous time at the Ess and Emm cottage with my sub Derek. Firstly we settled in and had a drink, then proceeded upstairs to the Dungeon. It has changed slightly since I was there last as Studio 2 has now become the main studio. We started with Derek on the sex sling, once all his senses were taken away, the sling was set in motion, so he was completely disorientated, whilst nipples clamps and the like were attached to his nipples and bollocks, stretching them to the ground with large heavy weights, but swinging in motion with the swing. After a good amount of teasing Derek and I proceeded to the bedroom to transform him.
Now the make up was completed and I strapped him into the fetters wheel, spinning him around.
Next we had lunch. usual stuff sandwiches, fruit, crisps and cakes provided.
Then I straped him down to a bench, where i forced him to take the sex machine, Derek had never been broken in before, so you can imagine the noises that came from him.
Our finally play resumed in the bathroom, with his legs in stirrups and explored the sound equipment and our sadist tools. His penis and ass was rather sore. lol!!

It was a fantastic Day.

December with Christmas on the horizon.

2011-12-02T20:31:00.001-08:00

Christ, look at the time I muttered to myself, rushing to put my clothes on. I could still feel the sting on my ass; it reminded me of when I had received the cane at school. I felt in a dream as I got into the works van. “Bloody hell” I shouted, as my bum hit the sit, I won’t be able to sit for a week. As I headed to work, I reminisced about my first punishment that I had received from Mistress. How I talked my way out of being so late that day returning to work, god only knows!

My life had changed quite abit since then, always consumed by Mistress, my life had always been planned around work and other responsibilities. Living in the BDSM lifestyle had completely taken over. Every day and every minute spare, I plotted to make time to visit my Mistress. She spoke about a contract and collaring me. I already knew that Compass had a huge tattoo of a lady on his bum, tied and bound to a chair which had been done in honour of our Mistress as this was her favourite tattoo and showed her love of bondage. He also wore a bracelet bearing her mark. I wondered what I would receive and would I also be forced into having a tattoo or branding. If I was ever worthy of being collared, though without a doubt I was dedicated to her completely.

Only four weeks until Christmas, there was such a lot to arrange, I needed to check the freezer and make sure all the food had been sorted. That there was enough drink for all the guests. That all the maid outfits were ready and clean for Rachel the other TV’s. Bloody hell, I haven’t even got to work and my mind is already on finishing work on time so I can get to Mistress’s, to do my chores and check that all things were coming together for Mistress’s coming celebrations and then back home for tea.

Now in the dungeon

2011-11-17T16:18:00.000-08:00

Once in my dungeon, I couldn’t believe my eyes, I noticed a small movement in the corner coming from a cage. What? I then realised it was a man collared, gagged and tied up, with his knees tight to his chest. The slave peered out of his cage with curiosity. Mistress demanded “what do you think you’re looking at, with that he withdrew, baring whipping marks on his body and his collar marked Compass.

Then out of a black tent appeared a man completely enclosed in rubber, he seemed to be wheeling a bag of yellow liquid, hooked up on a hospital stand, and the liquid appeared to be draining into his mask! I didn’t understand that at all.

“Put some cuffs on this worthless sub, and then find him a maid’s uniform, and size 9 black heeled stilettos. Quick I haven’t got all day”, Mistress bellowed. We have a party this evening.

The man in rubber muffled a groan and directed me to a large wardrobe, as he opened it lots of leads, cuffs and collars were on display. He took a tape measure and then measured my neck, my wrists and ankles and handed me the set, “put these on quick or the Mistress will punish you.” Suddenly the collar that had been snapped shut onto my neck opened; he seemed to unlock it using a magnetic device attached to his own wrist cuffs. Sliding a lock out, this moved the pin, allowing the collar to open.

stSlaves letter/fantasy

2011-11-10T18:34:00.000-08:00

I been busy helping with some new and old plumbing, in the next town. I then had a phone call from my boss to go and repair a leak at this house straight away. So I quickly got my bag of tools and went to the job. As I drove up the drive the front door was open and a gorgeous buxom woman stood their dressed in black Lacy stockings, and high heels, short secretary type skirt and crisp black blouse. Looking quite strict. As I got out she said "Oh you must be Frank"? Yes I said, grabbing my bag. "Oh follow me Frank, its upstairs, in the en suite, you'll have to excuse the mess as the house is being rebuilt in parts". As I followed her up the stairs I noticed she was also wearing Lacy panties. Suddenly she turned round, catching me looking at her.
As we walked into her bedroom "Frank you'll have to excuse the mess, I haven't had a chance to tidy up yet". That's okay love, I said, I've seen a lot worse but couldn't help noticing a pink vibrator on the side cabinet. "Whoops" she said, you weren't meant to see that, grabbing the vibrator and stuffing it into a knicker draw. "Right Frank, here's the problem, pointing to the sink, il leave it to you then, just give me a shout if you need anything". Okay love, I replied. As she went back down the stairs, I moved the laundry basket to get a better look, it was then I noticed a black lacy pair of panties on the top, like the filthy bastard I am I couldn't help picking them up and having a good sniff. In seconds my cock was twitching and suddenly I found myself rubbing my throbbing cock. All of a sudden I heard a stern voice "What the bloody hell do you think your doing"? As I looked up she was stood at the door, then looking at the bulge in my pants. "I've got a good mind to report you to your boss and tell him what a filthy little waster you are". Oh please don't I begged, il do anything, I need this job especially with Christmas coming up, Miss". "Do not call me Miss, its Mistress to you". "What are you"? A filthy slut I replied. "Look at me when I am talking to you". Then she grabbed me by hair and stated that I obviously wanted to smell her pussy. With that she stepped out of her knickers, rammed them into my mouth and told me to get on with the job. I had clearly excited her as I could taste her wet pussy juice in my mouth. "I'm going to check my mail, now hurry up". Now my head was spinning, she was down stairs with no knickers on and I was gagged, working on her plumbing! Half an hour went by, seemed like forever, suddenly she was at the door again. "Frank, I need a wee". "Oh, il leave Mistress". You will not you filthy hoare, open your mouth now, she demanded. I was shocked, before I could move the knickers had been ripped out of my mouth and she was sat on my face, pissing into my mouth, I couldn't move because she had grabbed me by my hair again and it bloody hurt. Some of her wee splashed onto the floor, she then demanded I cleaned it up like a dirty dog. Right you better get those clothes off as I have peed on them. Come on we haven't got all day. Lets get them in the wash. "Rachel, take these and put the in the machine for washing". Crikey I hadn't realised there were other people in the house, at the door stood a slender young TV, she was petite, with long dark hair and blue eyes, not my thing but god she looked like a women, apart from her frilly maids outfit slightly raised at the front. She even had a girls bottom, as they say, could of fooled me. "what are you looking at, have you not seen a maid before"? I tried to talk but my throat had become dry. Mistress then drew near and grabbed my nipples so tight I could hear myself let out a sharp squeal. "Follow me" she shouted with that another door was opened from her bedroom. Before my eyes a dungeon emerged. A collar was snapped onto my neck, how the hell was I going to explain a half hour job to my boss that now seemed would become hours long. How long would I be kept here and when would I get my clothes back. How the hell am I going to get this collar off, though my cock showed no interest in escape only standing to attention, which was completely embarrassing.

Country Slave meets Mistress

2011-11-10T16:54:00.000-08:00

It was a cool Sunday morning in October, waiting in my car half way between Wales my home and Exeter which was his. The sub was running late and he knew he would be punished for this, probably racing along the country roads.
We had arranged to meet at a small turning at the bottom of Puriton hill, a teen pull in, in my younger days.
Country Boy pulled up in his works transit van, I could see fear in his eyes. As he stepped out of the van with flowers, I could also see the bulge of excitement in the slaves trousers, this was our first ever meet. We had spoken often.
He was taller than I imagined and his hair was quite tidy considering that I had imagined him having thick curly hair and rosy cheeks from working outdoors. Instead he was pale, smart but still held that thick country accent.
Instantly he presented me with my favourite flowers Lillie's and red roses. A present of chocolates and some filthy domination porn, typical of this perverted little hoare.
"Did you have a good trip Mistress" he asked shyly, "yes and why are you late", I replied. "Sorry mistress I got lost" he replied. "well you won't next time, will you"? I shouted. "No, mistress, I will not fail you again". Good I replied.
Get on your hands and knees , kiss my feet, I demanded. He quickly was at my feet, kissing them, like it was his last meal, slurping, kissing sucking my toes, delighting at my stern demand. I slightly lifted my skirt revealing my new suspender belt and seamed stockings.
Have you booked the room as instructed. "yes, Mistress" he muffled with my toe in his mouth.
Suddenly a car pulls into the lay by, a man steps out and starts walking around my slave and myself, with his hand firmly down his pants, then another, then another.
"Oh my god Mistress what do they want"? CountryBoy asked, to watch and wank of course, I replied. "I've heard of this but never experienced this before" he whispered, it was quite funny to see this strong slave intimidated by another type of perv. "I can't do this Mistress, can we go to the Hotel now"? Yes lets go, I replied, though I found the whole experience quite amusing. "Do you know the hotel slave"? "Not really mistress". That's ok, follow me then. We ended up in a local Hotel on the outskirts of Bridgwater.
Once in the room, I instruct country boy to strip naked for me. Its been a long journey from Wales, massage my feet with this baby oil, slave. Make sure that you don't miss one toe. As I looked down I could now see his cock was fully erect, put on these frilly pants, I don't wish to see your worthless little cock. Country boy did as he was instructed.

Future Domination.

2011-09-07T09:14:00.001-07:00

I have been a dominatrix for quite a long time, just like any fashion, the desires and the tastes of the nation, continue to change, but like the weather, they also create seasons. One minute everyone is requesting strap-on and then there is a spate for the desire to try cross dressing. All these fantasies appear to go in cycles.
Which leads me to a new exciting era of opening the school of correction, for those who need the discipline of a school environment, with the accompliment of CP.
This year seems the year of correction.
So here I am, looking forward to continuing to expanding my domination service and provide a fantasy service which caters for all tastes, the changing seasons of domination and the new subs which are emerging.
To give ones self without reservation, to trust in another takes a brave person, may the human spirit never be quashed.