On January 31, I posted about a cumwhore who is now paying the price for not just asking me, but begging me to blackmail him. (Original Post)

In the 2 weeks following the orginial post, I have received over 100 request for the “hidden” web page/files (which really do exist), but I also realize, that if I simply share them with anyone or everyone, I’ll lose leverage I am not about to give up…..yet!  And leverage I have – for this slut already knows I have sent his wife an email from his own account with a hidden link to the page where all his secrets are kept.   LOL   That was just fucking exhilarating.

Anyway, I thought it would be fun to share two of his recent emails.  Mainly because, he had been SICK (poor baby) and unable to complete his last task.  Mainly because, he is now realizing if he DOES NOT do as I request, more and more pieces of his secret – will indeed become public. So, enjoy his torment – and if promises and task fall by the wayside on his part – all of you will eventually enjoy his entire exposure.

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Dear Mistress Chianti!

Oh my Holy Fucking Gawd!

That is extremely powerful to me Mistress Chianti! What a fucking entry! You are fucking amazing!

You look fucking incredible in that picture too!!! No other mistress ever needed here! Wow, you are fucking gorgeous!!

R~

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Dear Mistress Chianti!

WHAT A RUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

R~

Mistress Chianti Leather Boot

Sometimes I have to wonder where the time goes!  Middle of the month already.

Saturday evening was the monthly kinkster party here at The Chateau and for the most part, the weather was nice.  We are finally getting over the Artic blast that sent these beautiful Carolina temps into frigid conditions – but today, back into the mid 60′s and an abundance of sunshine!

Seems that the theme on Saturday was needle play – or temporary piercing as some call it.  One young submissive wanted to “feel” needles for the first time, but the adrenaline rush overtook her by the second insertion and she became nauseous.  Here at The Chateau, it is always enjoyable to share first time experiences and to be able to offer the opportunity for those with an interest, a safe and sane environment.

Sunday was a “rest” after the party day, as is usually the case.  A handful of sadist and masochist trickled over throughout the day and we wound up having a few cold beers, some delicious Carolina shrimp and great conversation.

I came across the following canes while on another site and WANT these added to my toy collection. These are not for the faint of heart, but if you are a lover of canes (such as I am) then you will understand the beauty of these two implements.  Now which one of you will be responsible for making sure I have these before the next kinkster party?

Elegant Walnut Cane by TortureWood $95

Rose Thorn Cane by TortureWood $175

Drop me a note and I will tell you how to make sure I get them!

Once again, my fetish for needles takes me to a new technique!!  A friend of mine attended SELF this year and spoke about how he slid needles under the cuticles of his slave’s fingers and toes, as well as the webbing of said digits.

I love needle play.  I love my topspace when I have a willing victim who will take as many needles as I can stick into them.  I wanted to see, learn and feel about this cuticle needle technique (of course I want to know how it feels – that way I really know what you may process internally as I slide them up under your fingernails!!)  So here is a pic of my right hand experiencing what I have now learned!!!

Are you ready to get poked?

This little story was waiting for me in my mailbox, and since it surrounds this day of hearts, candy and flowers – I thought I would share it with all of you.

I really do appreciate it when this type of effort is put forth -  and Burt, you did a wonderful job!

Enjoy….

(Side note: The story is being posted as I received it, I do not correct sentence structure and capitalization!)

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I entered Mistress Chianti’s house. It was mid morning, but inside it was dark, lit only by candlelight. I entered her living room with flowers in my arms, a little Valentines Day gift. There she sat on her couch, arms folded with a newspaper over her lap. A beautiful sight to behold. She wore all black, mostly leather. “Welcome to my house, lovely flowers, but do you really think that will save your ass?”, said Mistress Chianti. I knew better than to speak, I just placed the flowers on her table and got down on my hands and knees. “Oh-no, first take those business clothes off, and let me see if you have obeyed my instructions,” she said with a grin on her face. I removed my shirt and then my pants, showing off my pink lacey bra and panties.
	“Very nice, sissy boi, but bring your ass over here,” Mistress Chianti said. I crawled over. She commanded me on my feet, and told me to remove my panties for inspection. I was shaved as per her instructions. She grinned, pleased. She remained seated, and reached over grabbed a paddle off her table. With a swift hit, she hit my balls. I jumped a little, and my face contorted. She hit them again, I tried to stand still but the pain shot through my body. My knees bowed outward, as she smacked them again. Again and again, it felt like hours, my balls swelled up and ached.
Finally Mistress Chianti stood up, the newspaper fell from her lap, revealing a huge 10 inch strap on. My mouth just hung open, at the size of her giant cock. My little penis became hard and started throbbing over the idea, of that huge cock inside of me. An evil grin came over her face. She walked over to a trunk, opened it and pulled out surgical tubing and hot pink rope. I was ushered to another room, I followed like a good sissy slut. In the next room there was a dentist chair, with leg stirrups attachments. She walked me over to it. Firmly grabbed my swollen balls, and tied the surgical tubing around them real tight. She then tied the hot pink rope to my ankles. I was told to squat, and I obeyed. She kneeled down, and attached the surgical tubing to the pink rope. I tried to stand up, but only made it 2 inches before my balls began to stretch. I quickly went back to the kneeling position. Mistress Chianti rose to her feet. Behind the chair was a box, she opened it and reached in. She pulled out a inflatable butt plug and a bottle of KY jelly. She told me to lay down and stick my ass in the air. The butt plug went in easily.
	Then the pumping started. I could feel my ass starting to gap open. She stood up and removed her boots, slide her leather pants off and pulled her strap on off. She took a seat in the chair, her legs went in the stirrups. Her sweet pussy glistened, she was wet and excited. She calmly told me that I was to lick her pussy until she came. She hit the button on the chair. It rose to roughly 4 feet. “Quickly slave, i want to cum NOW.” I tried to stand up, my balls started stretching out. The pain was intense. I managed to get as close as i could to her pussy. My tongue darted out, i tasted her sweet juice. It was like tasting honey. My tongue started to work my tongue all over her clit. My face soon became wet with her juice. My tongue went faster. Mistress Chianti, began moaning, I knew she was close. The sweet juice kept my mind off the pain of my balls stretched out. She moaned faster and louder, she became even wetter. Soon she was on the verge of an orgasm, and i heard the hydraulic motor of the chair kick in.
She raised the chair another 6 inches. Her pussy rose out of my tongues reach. “Hurry up slave, why aren’t you eating my pussy?” I tried to rise with her soaking wet pussy, the pain was intense. She smiled at the pain on my face. It took everything i could to stand up. Soon my tongue was dancing on her clit again. The sweet juice was helping take my mind off the pain. She began to moan again, her sweet juice was running down my face, down my throat. Soon she grabbed the back of my head and shoved it into her pussy. She came hard, All i could taste, breathe was her sweet juices. When she finished cumming, she threw my head back, i fell to the floor. The pain started to ease up. I took a deep breathe. Mistress Chianti, sat up in her chair, grabbed a towel and wiped herself down. She threw on her strap on, pants and boots. She instructed me to untie my balls and my legs. She walked out of the room, and instructed me to follow her. I crawled as fast as i could. I met her again in her bedroom. Mistress Chianti told me to lay on my stomach, ass up, and to assume the position. I did as i was told. She yanked out the butt plug, and i felt the air rush in my gaping ass. Soon her huge strap on was inside of me fucking me hard. She rode me good. My penis got erect and soon began throbbing. “Don’t you dare cum slut, Im not done playing with you yet,” Mistress Chianti demanded. I couldn’t help it, it felt so good. I tried to think of something else but it didn’t help. I came. Her pounding immediately ceased, she knew what happened. I just laid there and didn’t know what to do.
I felt my head being picked up. She pulled me back and slammed my face into my own cum. “You sorry bastard, you came on my sheets? Without my permission? Eat it bitch. You worthless slut,” Mistress Chianti screamed at me. After i cleaned up my mess, she grabbed me by the neck and took me into her living room. I was instructed to go up against her wall. My ass in the air. I did as she asked. “Since i don’t have a vase, I’m glad you brought yours. She jammed the flowers deep into my ass and said “Happy Valentines Day, you sissy slut!”

I do love getting letters from my pets. This is one I received from my special pet, Merlot.

I met Mistress Chianti like I’ve done 100 times before. Something attracted me to her, maybe it was her picture, something said on her web page, or just the mood I was in. First I listened to her panty tape. I felt a new excitement, tingling in my fingers, my heart pounding, something was different and wonderful.

We talked and talked. She took me to new places. The beach, where I could feel the heat from the sun and sand. The sound of ocean waves, the wind blowing in my face. Where I melted into the sand and traveled into my universe. Or a journey through a forest into a meadow, up a path to the top of a mountain. A journey that never ends. I was guided by my trust in Mistress Chianti. Seeking that energy, becoming one with the universe. Her pussy, the portal to my universe. My cock, no longer mine.

I experienced the mating ritual of the black widow spider. I felt her talons stroking and scratching my body, drawing my mind deeper and deeper under her spell. She cast a web that ensnarled me forever. I cumed like I never cumed before. I BELONG TO YOU.

Our relationship has grown stronger because of our mutual trust with each other. She fosters harmony, listens to reason. A happy submissive is a sub that will remain a sub for a long time. Her sweet sound of cuming gives me incredible pleasure knowing that I have satisfied my Mistress. She is so hypnotic, getting deeper and deeper into your mind. Keel before her, dress as a slut, feel her warmth and power.

I have been fortunate to listen to her panty tape and smell and taste her pussy from panties given to me from my Mistress. My purpose in life is to please my Mistress. I am a good slut.

It’s a billboard.
It’s a flagpole.
No – It’s Cock-a-mania!!!!

Although I do not condone the use of safety pins for temporary needle play – it was the thought and effort, which I admired!

I love needle play and personally, in my private sessions – I only use medical issued, sterile, one time use needles. This slut already had a mild tongue lashing for his use of a safety pin – but how could I not smile at such a thoughtful gift.

The reality is that many of you are probably thinking “no way in hell”, but let me assure you that if you are under the guidance of an experienced Dominant, the rush of endorphins is worth every minute of your self imposed fear.

Now that is not to say, that we as Dominants don’t get our own rush of adrenaline out of a good needle scene, there is a lovely influx of power when you are literally sticking needles through someone’s flesh, and I for one – have my own fetish of not only doing the sticking – but for being STUCK.

And yes – I do have some marvelous pictures of myself adorned in needles. I have had as many as over 100 temporary piercings at one time. And if I get enough show of hands (interest) I will be happy to post a picture or two of me, Mistress Chianti, as a pincushion!

One of my favorite bitches – Slut Jennifer! This “lady” has truly impressed me with her dedication and commitment to herself and to me. I consider her not only a wonderful little play toy, but also a good friend.

She knows all about the high heels and lace, the pantyhose and stockings, the garters and the submission.

Slut Jennifer loves deep throating a fat cock and having her little slut pussy fucked long, deep and hard. She is truly a living, breathing blow-up doll to play with – and she likes playing it all the way.

I’m proud of you dear! You have accomplished marvelous milestones these past several months and because of that – you have pleased me in an extremely rare way.

Now the rest of the world can see what kind of a little slut you are!!!

A few weeks back, I extended a little challenge to you boyz.

 

Don’t you just love a challenge?

 

Clothes pins, clothes pins, clothes pins.You would be amazed at how many of these little buggers you can get on a penis and a set of testis. One thing to note is that the less skin you capture within the clothespins, the more painful it is going to be. Larger amounts of skin in the clamps will be, in turn, less painful. Also, clothespins hurt much worse coming off than they do going on, and the longer you leave them on, the more severe the pain will be when you take them off.

 

I am challenging all male submissves who thoroughly enjoy (or detest – hehehe) CBT to fill those testi sacs and dicks with clothespins. The more the merrier.

 

Take a picture where every clothespin can be accounted for (include the number attached in your email – cuz I will only count what I can see) — and send it to me for posting on my Clothespin CBT Contest via my website.

 

If you don’t know my website or where to send the entry – write me here – I’ll answer all info seekers. This challenge will close on Monday, April 14, 12 Noon, Eastern Standard TIme !

 

Well, looks like buddyz takes home the winning sore cock & balls!!

 

His tortured member and entry letter follows…

 

Mistress Chianti,

 

Thanks for the opportunity to compete in this challenge. I was able to attach 43 clothes pins and I hope you can see them all in this picture.

 

Yours,

 

Buddy Z.

 

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