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Moving my blog September 3, 2007

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I, along with the other elite at www.TheMistressesElite.com are moving in together under the same virtual roof.  You can now find my blog, and any future posts, at http://www.themistresseselite.com/shaynasblog

For the puppies, I’ve left a trail of dog bicuits for you to follow, and for the sissies, it’s panties.  Money slaves, you can just follow the trail of your credit card receipts.  The rest of you, just click the damned link.

The Capture and Control of Professor D June 22, 2007

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Maybe I have a problem with authority. I don’t think so, since I usually perceive myself as being in charge, but maybe I do. There’s just something about a man in a position of any power over me that makes me want to turn it around and show him what a bitch I can make him be. Let’s face it, power is sexy, and it’s more exciting break a stallion than a bunny.

I know it’s kind of a typical thing for girls to get crushes on their college professors and I’m not so very different there. Each semester I take classes with one man or anotherwho would never interest me in another situation, but infect my fantasies once they become my teacher.

There they stand in front of me, all doughy around the middle and in desperate need of a good stylist. They’re almost never anything much to look at, but I become utterly damp as I imagine them taking my flogger or sucking my strap-on.

This semester it was Mr. D, my communications professor.  Mr. D is a lawsuit waiting to happen. He hits on half the female student population and small fraction of the male students as well.  It was almost too easy to get him into drag, and easier still to get pictures of him all dressed up.  

One of my other classes gave me the perfect set-up to rope him in. I took a procedural law class this term and part of our grade was on how well we did in a mock-trial. I was the DA in the trial and among other things, responsible for collecting mock-evidence and mock-witnesses for our mock-trial. It’s kind of fun to do so students and teachers from other classes are always eager to help out if they have the time. It was under this premise I innocently asked Mr. D to be my victim.

I told him I needed images of a corpse for my trial and asked him to be the body. He not only agreed, he arranged time in one of the Health Sciences rooms so I could take pretend post-mortem pictures in a hospital setting.

According to the background story my law professor gave us, the victim was a transvestite who’d been tied, beaten, and raped by a group of thugs who’d photographed their deeds. (Ok, I admit, my Law Proff only said they’d tied and beaten him, the rape and pictures were me pushing the scenario where I wanted it to go.)

We began after the last class of the day. I brought clothes and make-up to his office for him to wear. I put on his make-up, leaning in closely to apply the color.  I knew the soft brushes on his skin and the scented warmth of my body would drive the old pervert mad. I made him close his eyes for a long moment, my brush hovering over his lid, as I watched his pulse beat hard in his neck. When at last I let him open his eyes, I glanced plainly down at his visible reaction and enjoyed how he blushed.

Once I had him dressed in something slutty and ultra-femme, I took him to the stairwell at the end of the empty corridor and tied his wrists to the metal handrail. I don’t think he was prepared to have me rip his blouse open and he actually gasped when I exposed the silky little bra I’d given him to wear.

I took the first picture.

***Stick around, kiddies. The story gets better, but it’s summer outside and I want to enjoy it. Check back soon for more of the nexy chapter.

Impress Me With Gifts June 15, 2007

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There’s nothing about your little dick or silly-ass mannerisms that would make you stand out from any other slave I have. If you really want to pique my interest, to breaking out the platinum card, pet.

I prefer to receive either tributes of cash (just tell the dispatcher how much you want to give me and she’ll charge it to your card) or e-certificates which can me sent to my email address, ShaynaDomina@Yahoo.com

Amazon Gift Cards
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00…837583-1843001

Bath & Body Works
http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/gift…484530.2077137

Beauty.com Gift Cards
http://www.drugstore.com/templates/s…sp?catid=98515

Coldwater Creek Electronic Gift Card
http://www.coldwatercreek.com/aspx/p…tGroupType=egt

Designer Shoes
http://www.designershoes.com/designe…p?dept_id=3015

Dillards Gift Cards
http://www.dillards.com/endeca/Endec…vlet?N=1009496

Frederick’s Gift Certificates
http://www.fredericks.com/giftcert.a…me=Holiday2002

 Gift Card Store
http://www.cardstore.com/asp/webstor…t_display_main

Gifts.com
http://www.gifts.com/categories/gift…ards/ohrai45cp

Give Gift Certificates to over 300 stores
http://www.giveanything.com/content/…2705 24539314

Neiman Marcus Gift Cards
http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/ca…d=prod10400002

Macy’s Gift Cards
http://www.macys.com/catalog/index.o…nne rID=g4290

 QuickGifts.com
http://www.quickgifts.com/

Sees Candy Gift Cards
http://www.sees.com/cat.cfm?CatSelect=C0022

Sephora Gift Cards
http://www.sephora.com/browse/produc…d=B55&SubId=GC

Shoe Buy
http://www.shoebuy.com/sb/gc/gc_buy.jsp

 Target Gift Cards
http://www.target.com/gp/browse.html?node=14061591

 Walmart Gift Cards
http://www.walmart.com/catalog/catalog.gsp?cat=1

My Melon Baller June 6, 2007

Posted by shayna in : puppy play, Food fetish, Small Dick Humiliation, sissy maid, Forced Bi, Humiliation, group sex, femdom, submission , add a comment

I have a melon-baller.

By this, I do not mean to say I have a handy kitchen utensil used for scooping bits of honeydew into little spheres perfect for wrapping in prosciuto and serving at cocktail parties. Rather, I mean to say I have a pet who loves his fruit.. carnally.

Little Mr. Fruit-fucker has his food fetish down to a science. He knows which melon is best and at what stage of ripeness he will enjoy the firmest and fleshiest melon ecstacy.

He picks a hard cantaloupe, ignoring advice in the produce aisle from well-meaning mothers who try directing him to the sweetest, juiciest fruit. Once home with his intended victim, he cuts a small hole in the skin, a bit narrower than his liliputian love-digit and spoons out a tunnel into the meat of the melon. Next, his recipe calls for the cantaloupe to be heated in the microwave for 90 seconds on high. (I never asked how many times he burned his mili-peter before he figured out how long to cook the melon.)

Once his only lover has reached a more life-like temperature, he lubes her fruity fuck-hole with Vaseline and goes to town. Sometimes, if he wants his beloved to suck him off, he’ll cut a small channel through to the opposite side of the melon. By allowing his inward thrusts to push any air out through the channel, he can place his finger over the opposite hole as he withdraws, creating suction.

Now, my dear wee wanker, pathetic though he may be, has been a very good slave. He’s been a regular caller for a long time and always remembers to leave a tip to show his appreciation. I recently received an Amazon gift card from him in my email address and we spent an hour long session picking out some pretty things for his Mistress to wear.

As a reward for such good behavior, I thought it was time he had a play date with some other fruity friends. I had one of my sissies and a puppy-boy join him.  Together, they bore three holes into a seedless watermelon and humped it senseless in an all out, three on one melon gang bang. The vegan fuck-fest went on for three and a half long hours, eventually incorporating other fruit and a few root vegetables into the act.

For the grand finale, I treated them all. He and my sissy-slut enjoyed their first real live, honest to goodness blow job. Sissy kimmie went down on her first cock, and melon-ie felt his first real mouth on his dicklet. Rex, the wonder dog, spent the final act humping their legs to orgasm and a good time was had by all.

Note from the chef: Honeydew may be used as a substitute for cantaloupe when in season. Microwave ovens vary, your cook time may differ.

Teasing Out The Submission May 31, 2007

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A little sub recently mentioned to me some clubs he’d been to and commented aloud that the things he’d seen were out of his league.

I think it’s important for the uninitiated to understand, an artist paints with many brushes and a Domina who is capable of cruel and depraved acts of torture can also be gentle and seductive while playing the Tease and Denial game. A talented Domme has many tricks up her latex sleeve and will suit the training to the pet.

She *will* test your limits and push you to explore what you had once considered beyond the pale. Each time you break through just a little bit further, push yourself a little bit harder, you’ll find yourself more deeply submissive and more intensely devoted.

A good Mistress and pet will communicate and be able to read each other. It’s a delicate job to guide a slave through this journey. Go too fast, and an unprepared pet may run scared. Go too slowly, and they will not be challenged enough. Bored, they will fade away before training is completed. When it’s done just right, you’ll be amazed what you become accustomed and attracted to as you discover the pleasure of pleasing a Mistress.

Some day, something will happen to push you limits. Perhaps, for instance, as she teases you until you’re mad with lust, if she were to slap your face…

You’d have a decision to make, poppet. Do you stay, and let her use you? Do you knowingly accept an action which is seemingly more violent and insulting than a playful spanking? Or do you remember you’re a man and a human being and walk away from the situation.

You’ll stay.

You can’t help but stay. It’s in your nature to be submissive. By staying, you become who you always knew you would one day be. And as you stay, you’ll be acutely aware of just how truly deep you’re submission goes. You won’t be playing anymore. You won’t be just fulfilling your fantasies of being taken by a bold woman. You’ll actually be submitting, and it will be as profound as falling in love for the first time. A bit of pain can be a powerful tool for pleasure.

Of course, it’s a matter of finding a reasonable Mistress who takes proper care of her pets. A woman who abuses her pets doesn’t deserve to have them. Tread lightly, and choose a Mistress carefully. We who know our power can be a dangerous group.

This is the only warning you’ll hear from me.

BDSM Bag O’ Tricks May 20, 2007

Posted by shayna in : flogging, paddling, strap-on training, Pony boy, puppy play, femdom, Caning, Bondage , add a comment

It won’t be long now, before I take you, before you’re mine. I can see the pulse twitching in your neck, as you kneel in silent anticipation and let the moment linger. Then, as though I’ve suddenly turned impatient, I push your head forward, putting you one your hands and knees. I leave you there.

You know better than to look around as I walk away. The only indication you have of where I am or what I’m doing is the click of my stiletto heels across the cool hard tile as I head toward my magic toy box. You try not to shiver as you think of the things in that trunk. You realize I must be looking your way, because I chuckle at your attempt to remain composed. We both know how your tension builds in the minutes before the game begins in earnest. In that brief time when you don’t know what will be coming.

Will I come back with the harness? If so, which dildo will it be? The difference between intense pleasure or simple pain can be measured in less than a inch of difference in girth.

And what if I choose to make you my animal today? Will you be my playful puppy-boy, wearing a collar and chasing a dildo as though it were your favorite dog toy? Or will I be strapping a saddle on you and digging in with my spurs?

Perhaps you will be my pain slut today, whimpering beneath my flogger, paddle, or whip.

Your skin ripples in gooseflesh as you consider it.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a flashes of red and black. You bite your lips to keep from smiling. I return to you, the two lengths of rope coiled in my hands and hold them to your face. You kiss the ropes, first one and then the other, and sigh. You wonder what pretty designs I’ll be tying you up in this time.