" The day, hour and minute had finally come. I could barely wait! I packed their tribute and headed over to Bastienne's Lair to put myself at their mercy. To give a little background I had sessioned with both Evangeline Ducharme and Bastienne Cross before, although this type of full immobility, immersion, and objectification was actually brand new to me, and despite having had other sessions, both with them both, seperately, and with other Dommes.
As I approached the door, I noticed it was open a crack and inside was utterly dark. That was new! I could see already this was going to be different than previous sessions. As I entered the darked doorway, I started to greet them and was "shushed". I was grabbed, blindfolded, stripped and told to/pushed to lay on my back. I was wrapped, beginning at my shoulders, and was to be wrapped to my feet, but i ended being on the edge of panic, had to ask to have at least part of my legs left free, it did not appear to impede the scene, much. My head was pushed into a hole of some sort, the plastic access was pretty tight but with a little bit of twisting I got in. The blindfold was removed and was replaced with "water" proof swimming goggles. At some point I started to say something else and was corrected with a slap "shh".
lol, Toilets do not speak!
So, all I saw above me was the face of my users and a round hole like the hole of a toilet seat. This was it, I was getting my wish, for better or worst I was on this train to toiletsville. For now it was heavenly, but with me knowing what was coming it was a also a bit terrifying! So, to maximize the effect and build the scene Evangeline and Bastienne began to chat, utterly "ignoring" this bound up lump. It was the sort of chit-chat you might expect from women in the bathroom going about their business, (and as if there were no men around) They discussed their SO's even, to my chagrin!
I occasionally got "Stepped on or used as a foot stool". Being stepped on by a full grown woman, a Domme, it not something you can ignore. It's both uncomfortable and incredibly erotic at the same time! When they started it became a blur. Bastienne is able to pee litres is seems. And mixed up the poop with an enema to make sure it "permeated" the toilet. She just randomly squirted on me while talking the most vanilla talk. I learned later the both of them had been eating a high fiber low carb noodle, which just hugely cranked up the intensity.
I'm partial to fart torture as well. As Evangeline was standing waiting to take her turn, she farted, and they both laughed. I remember thinking, hey why is that not here! LoL If Bastienne was large quantities, endlessly, Evangeline was urgency, quickly, and all NOW. She REALLY needed to go. So BOOM she peed hard and I was actually felt that I was going to drown unless I drank it all. Which was impossible cause it was so much at once. When she shifted forward, I knew what was coming them, but could not really prepare, how do you prepare? Crack hiss pop, then bam, smack on my face, more and more and more. My face was already half covered, but after a moment of quiet, she pushed and more crackling. She was not done yet!
After an eternity of this she was done, they laughed at the ridiculous picture of a mountain on my face and the were not done yet. After more trample/stepping, Bastienne finished "cleaning" herself out. Most enema water and chunks on my face, while above la-la-de-da, chit-chat continued :)! The Juxtaposition of the normalcy, voiding your bladder with your girlfriend with utter depravity that a normal everyday event can become in the right context (your face in just the right place) Afterwards my two Dommes finished their conversations and started discussing prep for future joint sessions! They packed all the poop into a condom to be frozen for another sub (wow, lol), laughing as they did it.
Usually anxiety prevents me from getting hard in a session. In this one it was only the shrink wrap that prevented it. Having those wonderful asses above me dropping all their products on my face was exactly what I needed, they really nailed it. After I was freed and cleaned myself up (ridiculously hard to not get it all over the place), I spent some time talking with them, formally it's aftercare, but they're just a pleasure to talk to in any context.
Bastienne explained that they decided that to get me properly into the objectification (in the moment, not in my head) scene they needed to immediately immerse me upon arrival. It worked!! I absolutely recommend both Bastienne and Evangeline!! They take great care in building the scene! You will not feel like a thing, unless that's what you want LOL, then you will be made to feel like the object you aspire to!
Thanks for the wonderful scene, and wonderful Dommes! "
- Panda Bear
Visit Mistress Evangeline Ducharme's website here.
~ Trick ~
You're invited to our Halloween party! Yes, you.
You're the first person to arrive and, by the looks of things, not the last. There's enough food here to feed 30 people. Generally you've known these women to be intimidating and somewhat indifferent with you so seeing this new, domestic side of Bastienne & Lady Henry is surprisingly comforting. Initial nerves are subsiding and you find a spot to park while you chat with your hosts.
You accept the offer of a drink from Lady Henry, you're beyond excited for a few minutes of quality time before the other guests arrive. As Lady Henry presents you with your drink, she motions for you to sip it first, feeding it to you as she tips your glass up. The liquid hits your lips before it pours down your chest, soaking through your shirt.
"Oh my god! What are you doing??" Bastienne squeals.
You apologize profusely and your face flushes but the last of their eye rolls are complete, they've moved on to chatting about the snacks. Lady Henry picks up a hard candy, unwraps it and offers it to Bastienne, placing it in her open mouth. As you watch this, seemingly innocent feeding, you feel blood rush to your member, the familiar feeling of arousal. Bastienne catches your eye, "Tastes so good, want to try it?". You nod and she sticks out her tongue showing you the wet candy, glistening in her mouth. "Open" she says then spits the used candy at your face as she stares you down. Lady Henry bursts out with a loud laugh. The thought occurs to you that perhaps you should defend yourself against this disrespectful treatment but the pulsing in the front of your pants won't allow that.
In fact, you start to think about what else you would be willing to consume.
Your mind is pulled out of the gutter and back into reality when Lady Henry asks if you want to try some of her Jello Mold. She's holding a spoonful of black, jiggly jello, smiling at you, waiting for your response. "Sure", you respond, reaching out for the spoon. Bastienne promptly knocks your arm down, catching your wrist. "Not entirely confident we can trust you to feed yourself". They giggle as one holds your arms and the other force feeds you dessert, making a mess all over your face and body.
The next hour is an absolute sensory assault.
You're out of breath and your body is wet and sticky with melted chocolate and beads of candy. By this point you have all four of their feet permanently etched in your memory after being forced to consume a thorough sampling of Halloween treats off of every inch of them. You recall them laughing hysterically as they took turns smashing whip cream into your face with the full weight of their bodies sitting on your face. Being offered some apple juice to wash it all down as they pull their costumes aside and release into your mouth.
Showered, dressed and standing in the cold autumn night outside, you realize, they're was never a party. There were no other guests. They just wanted to MindFuck you. With your pants feeling extra tight and a goofy smirk on your face, you swirl your tongue around your teeth and catch one last remnant of candy.
~ SENSORY OVERLOAD: $600/hour ~ Wet & Messy ~ MindFuck ~ Golden ~ Smothering ~ Trampling ~ Food Play ~ Feminization ~ CBT ~ Forced Anal ~ Foot Worship ~ Humiliation ~ Cum Eating Instructions ~ Any and all fetishes are optional and tailored to the submissives interests.
~ Treat ~
Your body appears in the darkness, a sacrifice. A string of synapses waiting for permission to rest. The perpetual rhythm, suspended, at the peak of your deepest inhale. A full life lived in the moment between thoughts.
Your silent offering is our SUBMISSIVE SACRIFICE.
Deliberate & Meditative, we divest you of your trophies of comfort, minimized to your most sensitive form. Void of clothing, sounds, words, sight or faculty of your limbs, this is your Erotic Override. A chance to submerge into the cosmic femininity of this season, observing the ever thinning veil between your mind and our will. Our immersive conditioning will find you sleepily grasping at control in the dark, only to have each of your fingers carefully relieved, coaxed back to rest like a sleepwalking child.
The astronomical midpoint between the autumn equinox and winter solstice is the end of the pagan year. A festival of Darkness & Fire. The cold winter that lies ahead represents death & isolation, warm yourself by the fire of our ceremony. Align yourself with the virtue of our instincts. We will bathe you in fire, cleansing you of control, whispering in rounds until you are pure.
We are the ancestors of witches. Experience our Practice.
~ SENSORY DEPRIVATION: $550/hour ~ Hypnosis Play ~ Sounding ~ Wax Play ~
As I wrapped his hands in duct tape I tell him that if he wants to act like an animal, I'll happily treat him like one.
"You want to make me happy don't you?"
"Puppies make me happy"
I wrap the tape around his new paws a few times, I love the sound of duct tape stretching laid over the whimpers of a grown man. I slip my leather belt around his neck as a make shift collar & leash.
Everyone knows that training a puppy takes patience and mommy isn't feeling very patient today.
"You want to go outside?" I ask in a high, excited voice. "You wanna go pee-pee outside?" He whimpers in agreement as I lead him to the bathroom. I position him in the bath tub on all fours and scoot him to the back, making room for myself to stand.
"Okay, we're outside now, I show you what I want you to do" I explain as I pull my panties to the side and relieve myself in front of his face. He's panting as I step out of the tub. I'm training him to clean me up when I make a mess so I extend my leg and lead his face to my inner thighs. "Lick it up". His tongue tries to wander further up, I smack him and with a stern "Bad dog" he learns an important boundary. Like I said, Mommy doesn't have patience for nonsense today.
I'm coaxing him, asking him to be a good boy and pee for me. He seems to be nervous so I wait, telling him to relax and lift his leg like a filthy dog. Finally it starts, a steady stream of urine passing his duct taped paws into the drain. When he's done, I lean down and whisper in his ear, "Does it look like we're outside?". He goes silent and still, trying to determine the appropriate response. I ask him again, "Does it look we're fucking outside? Did you just piss in my house, you little shit?". The whimpering resumes at a higher, faster pace. I slip the belt off his neck, double it over itself and hold it in my right hand as I grab the back of his head with the left, shoving his disobedient face into his own piss. "Bad dog! BAD dog!".
I begin beating his ass with my thick leather belt as he whimpers in pain. I left some lovely marks on his ass, a reminder of his training for the days to come.
Fetishes come from somewhere real, somewhere hidden, some place that needs the sweetness of our sexuality to dilute the bitterness of its darkness. It moves first through the filter of our sexuality, into our periphery. From there we can choose to bring it into the foreground or let it dance in the corner of our eyes forever.
Luna & I had an amazing session this past week with someone who had been bullied in High School. He wanted us to dress like bratty teenage girls, teasing and verbally humiliating him while we deprived him of oxygen and spit in his face. There's a big difference between a contrived fantasy and a deep kink. Both are lovely, the later is breathtaking to witness. I knew how to exact the difference out of this submissive, I asked "What did they call you?" His immediate look of shame and down-cast gaze made my eyes dilate like a predator that just caught a glimpse of it's dinner. That weak spot. That dark place. I'm in.
We proceeded to have an awesome session, genuinely making each other laugh at this guys expense. We even waited until mid session to "steal his lunch money" aka the session fee. He bounded into the other room so fast to grab his wallet, Luna & I howled with laughter.
After he left, I got a nice text from him saying that the whole session was amazing but his favourite part might've been standing at the elevator afterwards listening to us burst into genuine laughter down the hall after he had left. These are my favourite kind of sessions.
Lovely, little sadist living in Toronto, Ontario. This is my journal, where my brain gets to play.