Cairns 21st - 23rd May

May I? May you? Shall we?
Mistress is tickled pink to announce Her next Cairns sessions: Wednesday May 21st - Friday May 23rd. I know it's been a long time between drinks for you golden shower fans, and My cross dressing sissies are long overdue for a parade. So I shall make Myself available for TWO WHOLE DAYS  - not to mention the nights - in a central location, for all My water sports fans, arse sluts, bondage fiends and sundry slaves in need of Mistress' firm hand. I have new toys and new ideas I can't wait to try ;}
Mistress advises you to book early - as you know, I'm a hard Lady to catch. Email is the most reliable, otherwise just keep phoning!

Kinky Darwin rocks the party

Darwin lads and ladies have been keeping Mistress well entertained :} From elaborate medical scenarios, ball busting, small penis humiliation and flagellation through to furious fisting and plenty of bondage, Mistress has had her wicked hands wonderfully full. I am missing: foot worship, cross dressing, and some fanciful role play sessions! NT kinksters, don't let Me down here! Bring your hungry mouths and bottoms to Mistress for some fetish fulfillment - only three days to go!
I'm in a lovely apartment in the CBD, very private, with ample space and a multitude of toys for kinky pleasures. 0403131148 - don't be late! 

Tickle My fancy

My slave girl is bound hand and foot, her arms above her head and tied with silken scarves to the bed head, her ankles wide, so that her labia are slightly parted. She is stretched to the limit of comfort, her armpits, belly, throat, vulva, inner thighs all deliciously exposed.
To begin with, just the idea of tickling. Bringing the fingertips down close to her mouth, stroking her eyebrows, whispering of the torture to come. A breath blown gently across her face, a tongue almost touching, and then withdrawing, a silk handkerchief drawn slowly across her face, coming to rest over her eyes. Now the kerchief is drawn tight, she can no longer see, but only listen, and wait for My touch.
I begin with a feather, a long, stiff, white quill. I trace a circle around her breasts, run the tip up her throat to her now panting lips, and down to her navel. Her breath is gaining pace as I run the single quiver slowly up the side of her torso, flick over the armpit, and across the inner arm. A light brush across her painfully erect nipples, and my hot, moist breath alerting her that my mouth is exquisitely close to her breasts.
A finger traces the outline of her foot. First one, then the other. Slave girl is shaking in anticipation now, begging for sensation. Mistress is cruel; mistress makes her wait. Now, so barely there, fingers glide along her tense calf muscles, lingering just above the knee, before sliding up her parted inner thighs. Her whole body tenses. The clitoris is swollen and pulsing, but Mistress will not succumb to the temptation, not yet.

Slave girl, aroused to the point of agony, crying with want, is ready to be tickled now.

Caning season

It is a rare and happy day when Mistress is asked to administer a severe, judicial caning. In England and Scotland, the home of corporal punishment in schools, the penchant for strict caning sessions still thrives, but here in the Antipodes, such thrills are all too rare. So imagine Mistress' delight when She received not one, not two, but three such requests in a weekend! One has to wonder if the stars have aligned in favour of the striped bottom this day, or if a particular type of pollen on the air has triggered the desire for that irreplaceable swish and sting. However this trifecta of pain came about, Mistress is well pleased. Her cane swings and Her heart sings; the red welts that present in even rows of burning desire gratify Her deeply.

Far North Queensland, it's caning season!

Nautical but nice

What a naughty Mistress I have been! All day on a yacht, with a mast, a tiller, lots of rope and two submissive creatures. Such freedom, such depravity, such great food and even greater indulgence! Catch Me a fish, she commands, and the lady and gentleman put bait to hooks and prepare the lures ... but Mistress has bigger fish to fry. With a delicate curved piercing needle, Mistress threads the vulva to the scrotum, and waits for the prey to wriggle on the line, before reeling in the catch. Such a delicious meal. And the outlook from the fore deck - breathtaking! With two bodies wrapped in sails, then tied to the main mast, gagged and hoodwinked, it is all too easy for Mistress to take their breath away. Again, and again, and again. After a generous serve of oysters, champagne and sorbet, we commenced the sail back to the mainland. Mistress demands, and the submissives comply; thus we saw the male creature guide the tiller using only the rod inserted in his anus. Mistress handled the sail, while the lady pleasured Mistress with her hands and tongue. Sailing really is so very nautical but nice }

Spanking for a fisting

There is nothing like a long, slow, erotic spanking to prepare a bottom for penetration. When the cheeks are warm and rosy red, and the submissive is squirming with pleasure and pain, I know that I can part the cheeks and slide just about anything inside. I might begin with a finger, maybe two, or I might press My thumb all the way down the anal canal; or perhaps a small vibrator may be My first approach. Before long, by working the entrance with a firm fingering, a life size cock will enter with ease. Two, three, four fingers, up past the knuckles, and the anus tightens around my wrist: I've got him by the fist. Satisfaction itself, as the penis dangles uselessly before the male, impaled on Mistress' fist, groaning and moaning and taking a pounding in his rosy cheeked slut arse.

Spit Roast

"Surprise me!" was the only session request made by the hapless male, Gus. The poor boy had no idea what he was in for. When a slave says to a Mistress "Surprise me!", it is almost a challenge, a dare: let's see just how far you can go, how deep, how high, how kinky. I decided I would like to share the fun, so I invited My esteemed colleague Mistress Magda Lane to join Me.

At the appointed time, just as I opened the door to Gus, Mistress Magda Lane materialized behind him, and pushed him to his knees. A pillowcase went over his head, he was bound hand and foot, dragged into My studio and gagged. All this happened in less than a minute. One moment, a free man. The next, held captive by two sadistic Mistresses, one of them completely unknown to slave.

Gus could hear, through his hood, the laughter of two Women, he could feel two sets of heels trampling his legs and torso, and, once his legs had been spread wide and secured, a thorough ball busting ensued, with two pairs of stilettos leaving their marks. A strip search was found to be necessary, during which the Mistresses found various items of interest, most of which were suitably encased in latex and placed inside the male's cavities. Lashings, electrodes, tickling, caning and plenty more laughter followed.

When We tired of torturing our captive, We decided to test the male's cavities for depth, firmess and stamina. Still blindfolded and bound hand and foot, slave was made to take bigger and bigger cocks in its mouth and anus, until slave truly resembled a classic spit roast, impaled by 12 inch cocks either end.
gus, gus gus. you surprised Me!