The magnolia trees are in full blossom here at The Chateau and they are indeed beautiful!

This past Saturday was the monthly kinkster social and we had a great crowd of deviants in attendance.  I was quite honored to have the Charlotte chapter founder of ClubFem, Mistress Barbara, to visit with her boy, and will hopefully be able to schedule a visit to the club in the near future.  My dear friend, The Back Fuhrer, showed up with her boy and both of them looked absolutely stunning in their, head to toe, leather and latex.  I always enjoy the monthly parties and with the weather turning nicer, it will be exciting to finally make use of some of the property for outdoor activities.

Below is a shot of goodgirlwendy, being “a good girl” for me.  If I’m not mistaken, this lovely pet has a birthday coming up on the 28th of this month.  Birthday spankings will definitely be in order.

Speaking of birthdays – I will be putting together a video clip for one of my favorite shoe sluts.  He purchased several pairs of shoes for me and to reward him for being such a good boy – I am going to do something extra special for him, for his upcoming birthday next week.

For now – play safe!

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!