One aspect of CBT that I am learning to enjoy more and more, is the art of ballbusting. The problem herein is the lack of consensual participants. So last week, when I had a virile young buck in for a heavy CBT session, I brought up what I had planned, after all, he was the one who insisted in the initial interview process that he was indeed a masochist. So I donned my black leather boots and turned up my sadistic side.

I can usually read my bottoms pretty well, and knew he was a bit nervous standing there with his legs spread and his hands tied behind his back, attached to the metal ring on his collar. I stood in front of him and placed my hands on his shoulders, ordering his eyes to lock with mine. As I lined myself up, I smirked as those locked eyes slowly closed, he knew it was coming. There he was, standing in front of me naked while I was fully clothed, and I had attacked his most vulnerable area. I brought my knee up hard into his balls. The impact caused him to double over in pain.

It was exciting for me, and humiliating for him. I reached down between his legs and squeezed his nuts hard, ordering him to stand back up, the session had only begun.

Once more, I placed my hands on his shoulders, only this time he knew what was coming. He flinched in despair when I lightly brought my knee up and brushed it gently against his balls in alignment. I laughed at his anticipation and brought my knee up a second time hard, delivering a blow to his sweet spot. He yelled like some type of wild animal as he doubled over and fell to the floor.

He layed there for a minute or two, curled up with his knees to his chest and I knew he had never experienced such intense pain as that, in such an accepting manner. But then he rolled over, and my laughter grew louder as I saw his throbbing hardon. What a slut!

Then he whispered, “More please”

I helped him to his feet, tapped his legs apart and with a gleam in my eye, drove my knee again into his nuts. Only this time, harder than last. He again wound up curled into a ball on the floor, moaning and rolling back and forth.

Ah yes, nothing like a good CBT ball busting session between a masochist and a sadistic Mistress!

There is just something about rope that warrants a scene within itself, and I absolutely love rope. Thin rope, thick rope, cotton rope, nylon rope. A rainbow of colors to wrap, knot and bind.

For me, Mistress Chianti, when I have a bondage slut within my dungeon we know from the get go, that our time together will mainly be the dance of the rope. Their willing surrender to remain still or to offer a slight body adjustment, for my meticulous goal of absolute immobility.

When I do a rope bondage scene, my words are few. I become engrossed with each strand being looped, each knot being tied, the symmetric flow and balance for the eyes to feast upon. I want low, repetitive earth music in the background. I want all my senses focused on the artful journey at hand. Time should not exist, for the finish product can only be accomplished once I am satisfied.

A quiet scene. Peace and serenity for both Top and bottom.

Now that is some good head space!

It was kinkster weekend at The Chateau!

As some of you know, The Chateau hosts a monthly kinkster party and what an absolutely wonderful time was had this past weekend!

Early Friday evening, out of town guest started arriving and it was decided to go out on the town for a few cocktails and dancing. Unfortunately, The Chateau’s primary house submissive acquired a lower back injury which needed tending the following day and all is well.

Mistress Chianti in Black Lace and Leather

Saturday with the added help of several more submissives, The Chateau was abuzz with food prep, outdoor prep, and attention to dungeon details. I love all the hustle and bustle that happens the hours before a main event. A dear friend who transforms into one of the most passable girls I have seen in a long time, had made arrangements to have her hair and makeup done – but I was in a generous mood and dolled her all up to perfection for the evening. I swear she had so many drooling over her loveliness that I debated about caging her in order to keep the attention on myself! LOL

There were many great scenes that unfolded in the dungeon and one male Dominant in particular received much praise for his Florentine flogging style. He had his submissive dancing like a puppet within her confining ropes.

The play went well into the night and early morning hours, with this Mistress finally seeking out her bed at 4AM.

Sunday brunch was a dining room full of smiles and delicious foods. With temps reaching nearly 70 and lots of sunshine – the weekend slowly came to a perfect end.

I sat quietly last night by a smoldering fire and enjoyed a few glasses of wine – WHILE… the last scene of the weekend unfolded. An extremely handsome dominant, bending The Chateau’s primary submissive over the coffee table and shoving her face into a pillow – he fucked her from behind. When they had finished, she was dismissed for the night – - and with a smile on my face, I took his hand and we retired for the night.

Life is good.

Last weekend I had planned a little trip to Clarksville, TN for a very long overdue visit with friends. Alas, I awoke to snow at The Chateau. Thought you might enjoy seeing the snow in South Carolina.

Needless to say, I had to wait until Saturday to start my journey to TN. The weather did not improve. Snow and ice kept me bound in the mountains until Tuesday, when I finally made the ten hour drive back to SC.

The Chateau of Mistress Chianti

This weekend is the monthly kinkster party held here at The Chateau and it appears there will be a wonderful turnout.

I want to thank my sweet slut Jennifer for ordering me the stilettos! I will indeed be wearing them tomorrow night, and yes – Mistress Kayla WILL be here! LOL

This morning I had a scheduled session and was so looking forward to playing with this new and exciting submissive. Unfortunately – he never showed. And that, my sweet boys, is why I require 50% upfront deposits!

BTW, I see where someone has picked up another lovely pair of shoes for me from my Amazon wishlist. How I love getting presents – especially since my birthday is next week. So whoever you are – thank you, and hopefully you will drop me a note and let me know.

Now seth, I know you’re out there and one of these days are schedules are going to mesh, and when they do – I have a few welps reserved for your flesh!

I’ve just gotten out of the shower – feeling fucking awesome! But during that shower time, I reflected a small bit about a certain pair of shoes. Now, I love my shoes. I love my stilettos. I love my leather boots. But on occasion – a particular pair comes along that just fucking screams – “I was made to be a part of Mistress Chianti’s wardrobe!!” But alas, another Mistress, Mistress Kayla, teases and then thwarts this lady’s lust with her own devious and sadistic mannerism! And here is how this unfolded.

A heel made for Mistress Chianti

A few days ago, Mistress Kayla throws up this delicious pair of shoes on her profile. Now we are extremely good friends and I write her and mention just how lovely they are and could she be kind enough to share where I could locate them. To which… I received… the following answer:

“You and about 50 others!”

In other words – this woman, a real life dear friend of mine – who has visited The Chateau on numerous occasions – just phffft my request.

I, Mistress Chianti, do not accept defeat that easily.

So, in speaking with an absolute sweet submissive of mine, I mentioned to him the silliness of the above conversation. He asked to see the heels in question, to which I generously shared the photograph. Within 3 minutes – he had found them and they are now added to my Amazon Wishlist. His effort alone in simply finding them for me, touched me deeply – and as many of you know – although sadistic in nature – I have this “compassionate” side to me – and this particular submissive has received his reward for his efforts.

Now the shoes have not made it from my wishlist to my lovely toes yet – but I am sure one of you will see to it. Who shall it be?

Oh – and by the way – Hey, Mistress Kayla – phfffffft – - back at ya, doll! ROFL

The openness. The vulnerability. The feared enjoyment.

Anal play!

 

Maybe it’s time that you experience that tight little hole of yours being slowly stretched by my fingers. One by one, until my entire hand disappears into your hungry cavity. Curious? Then I highly suggest spending A Rainy Day with me, you down on your hands and knees in front of me.

 

 

Or possibly would just rather experience a session with Butt Butter, and learn just how wickedly sensual I can be!

 

Let’s explore your fetish.

 

Just how much pain will you take for me?

 

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