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From: Patricia Marsh <pmarsh@toclo.com>
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Mistress Patricia Marsh, Headmistress of the Patricia Marsh House of
Domination in Toronto Canada (http://www.patriciamarsh.com/) has
permitted me to post this true story of my public servitude, taken from
my slave journal. i have served Her happily for 12 years as Her maid,
secretary, and whipping boy, faithfully and obediently accepting Her
total control of my sexuality. For the past six years She has denied me
permission to touch Her penis, pierced with an ampallang and PA as a
reminder of Her ownership, and has required that i seek sexual relief
solely by penetrating myself anally until the ejaculate dribbles from
the unused organ. Even permission for this release is granted no more
than once a week, sometimes only every couple months, and only if
Mistress is satisfied with my performance. Years earlier, i received a
foretaste of Mistress' jealous control of my sexuality growing when She
punished me for touching myself, back when this was still conceivable,
without permission.
Catheter punishment for an unchaste slave slut.
"Who does this body belong to, slave?" Mistress asks archly, as if
reading my mind, but with my mouth firmly gagged, all i can do is
laboriously make faint unintelligible sounds. "Surely, you know I
could do anything I want to you now, slave, don't you? And I will."
"You are My property, slave, body and soul," Mistress continues. "It
would be best for you to give up all thoughts of resistance and give in
to My TOTAL control. You will surrender to Me more completely than You
ever have before."
I slump back into the chair, all of my taut muscles relaxing their
pressure on the bonds holding me imprisoned. Mistress places a
blindfold over my eyes and my bondage is complete - i am utterly
helpless, unable to move or control my body, unable even to see what
new tortures threaten. Mistress orders me to grunt three times if i am
in any extreme distress and makes me test out my ability to make myself
heard through the strict gag. I hear footsteps in the hallway
approaching the room. I hear the click of Her heels on the metal floor
and the tantalizing sound of Mistress speaking in a hushed voice, and a
male voice responding. I strain to listen, and as they come closer i
begin to make out the conversation. I am able to gather that the
unknown male has some sort of medical training and is here to assist
Mistress in the whole procedure She has planned. I wait in a state of
dread imagining what's in store for me. I am thankful for the
anonymity the blindfold affords me and again impressed by Mistress'
ability to look after my welfare and safety.
I soon discover what sort of punishment awaits as i hear the word
catheter spoken and hear the snap of latex gloves being put on and a
plastic bag being opened. I realize immediately what a brilliant
punishment this is for having betrayed Mistress' trust by willfully
sticking a q-tip up my greedy slave cock. I am absolutely dumb-struck
at the way that Mistress can seemingly read my thoughts and anticipate
my slutty daydreams, making all of my long-cherished desperate
fantasies into reality and then pushing my degradation into uncharted
territories, torturing and humiliating me in brilliant and imaginative
ways i never suspected.
"Let's prep the patient," Mistress exclaims, feigning an official
voice. I feel and smell as a cloth dampened with medicinal antiseptic
is used to carefully cleanse the tip of my cock and the entire genital
area. Mistress now thrusts the substantial tube of a well-lubricated
catheter against my pee-slit, penetrating my erect penis.
After invading and dominating my mouth and ass, making me conscious of
Her power over every recess of my body, Mistress is now determined that
no part of me should remain hidden from Her probing discipline.
Mistress declares Her absolute power over Her slaveslut.
"If it is My pleasure, slave," my Mistress softly but firmly declares,
"I will penetrate any orifice, open your powerless body up to the most
thorough exploration, break down any barrier or defense. Bound as you
are, you have no choice, do you slave, no defense. You cannot stop
your Mistress from raping that filthy selfish little cock, from pushing
this silicone tube all the way into your compressed bladder. I will
discipline and torture any part of your body, slave, in any way I
choose. I possess and control this cock, this ass, this throat, every
sensitive, vulnerable recess."
Yet, equally powerless to resist or to demonstrate my consent, my mind
screams out a mute yes yes yes as i feel myself swooning in an ecstasy
of intimate surrender. I desperately want to feel Mistress inside of
me, consuming me, annihilating me, taking control of every sensation,
stripping me of my will and individuality. Every new violation of my
defenses, every outrage against my independence and dignity moves and
arouses me intensely.
I can feel the insistent push of the tube as it slowly slides in and
drives deeper and deeper, pressing against the inside of my urethra,
opening me, stretching me as it opens me up, inch after inch. Suddenly
i can feel it probing past the prostate, the stimulation is intense, my
internals are singing as i feel a riot of sensations inside me, the
pressure of the balloon in my ass, the utterly unfamiliar pressure of
the catheter on my prostate starts to cause that familiar hum of my
slutty hot ass climbing towards a spasming climax. I feel the tube
push past the sphincter of the PC muscle, breaking through into my
bladder.. The entire sensitive lining of my cock feels only the
constant pressure of the tube opening me up for Mistress' wicked
water-sports, i am stripped not only of the control, but even of the
awareness of the progress of my urine through my own cock.
Suddenly the pressure on my bladder eases significantly and i feel a
warm wetness on my leg. My Goddess makes a startled exclamation and
laughs a wonderful, hearty laugh, Her soft, achingly expressive voice
betraying suppressed annoyance, good-humoured surprise, and a hint of
malevolent arousal at a world of new possibilities and diabolical
humiliations. "We've struck gold," She exclaims, "where's the bedpan?"
The removal of my bladder-control has led to an unexpected fountain of
my slave piss. Mistress, with a wicked chuckle in Her voice, shames me
for making a disgusting mess, declaring teasingly what a perfect
blackmail video-tape this scene would offer. The very mention of
video-taping me in my helpless plight would have been very disturbing -
a quick cold shower snapping me from my erotic reverie and awakening me
to all the dangers to which i so often expose myself in submitting so
eagerly to Mistress - had i not learnt to trust Mistress Patricia and
surrender myself to Her power and vigilant protection through the
inexorable progress of Her tender, caring domination. The remark
actually serves to arouse me further by reminding me of the heady
intimacy of sharing these depth of passion and surrender, known to so
few and so often misunderstood or condemned, forcing me to imagine how
an unaware casual observer might react to seeing me like this, bound,
collared, gagged and blindfolded, naked except for my bonds, my ass and
mouth stuffed to the limit with rubber balloons, pump-bulbs hanging
obscenely out of each, and my spitted cock spraying my own piss
uncontrollably all over out of a plastic tube.
I am ashamed as i feel my cock getting harder, despite the tenderness
of my urethra as it is impaled on the catheter, greedily stretching out
for more of the invader, welcoming it, feeling more and more of its
length inside of me. I wonder what sort of shameless kinky little slut
i have become when each degrading step in stripping me of my
independence, dignity, and self-control only turns me on further.
Bound and helpless, i am entirely at Mistress' mercy, and as i am made
to piss myself and wallow in my own filth, i can still plead the excuse
that i was unable to resist, all power over my own bladder and all
ability to hold in my own piss forcibly stripped from me by the
silicone tube Mistress uses to core and ream my cock. Yet i know that
i would be equally docile with no straps to restrain me. But who could
put up more than a token resistance to Mistress' commands. It is hard
not to become a wanton slave to Mistress' ripe and voluptuous beauty,
Her enchanting smile, Her hungry powerful sensuality and desire.
The Mistress Patricia House of Domination and Fantasy not only offers
live and phone Domination sessions with Toronto's strictest and most
attractive Dominatrices, you can now take QTVR interactive virtual
tours of one of the world's best dungeons, as well as watch QuickTime
MPEGs, see original photos, and read real-life S/M and fetish stories
featuring the Mistresses of this exquisite dungeon, and their personal
slave pets and scene friends. See Her original Femdom videos and DVDs
illustrating Her decadent Female Dominant Lifestyle by visiting Her
website: http://www.patriciamarsh.com/videos/index_in_house.html.