Bound to delight

 First, I make him undress.

Every submissive should start naked, unless of course a role play or Mistress' whim dictate otherwise.

Then, I bind his genitals. A lot. With pantyhose. (Newbie Mistresses be warned - you will never get those knots undone again! Either use a bow / half hitch or be prepared to spoil that hose forever. If you tie a knot you will have to cut it off, assuming that one day you allow slave to have its genitals back. I make slave bring his own pantyhose. I would not wish to ruin My own precious hosiery by contact with slave's genitals. Any laddered or otherwise ruined hosiery may be put to good use in genital bondage, however. Reuse, recycle, dominate!)

Once his genitals are tightly bound with laces and hosiery, I may decide to insert a plug and secure that in place with another layer of bondage, or perhaps some very firm control briefs. Over the briefs, a full pair of pantyhose goes. I want all apertures and every inch of skin covered.

Now that slave's nether regions are dealt with, I corset him.  Some vintage shape wear might do it, such as an open bottom full girdle, or a very tight long line brassiere. Sometimes I build a rope corset on him, taking My time, allowing slave to savour the sweet anticipation of his total containment. Each tug on the rope signals another layer on the cage being constructed on his body.

Slave is ready for the outer layer. Pallet wrap plus duct tape is a nice option. Gladwrap does the trick, too.

I do the upper body first, starting at the neck, wrapping the shoulders, around the torso to the waist, then over the hips and down to the knees. Slave is ready to be hog-tied.

Onto the floor, the table, the couch, or perhaps outdoors under the stars, I drop slave onto his belly and secure the hog tie around his wrists and ankles. The only part still free is the head.

Hood, blindfold, gag go on. Head part is under control.

I bind his calves and feet, run the wrap right over the rope and continue down his forearms, over his elbows and up the biceps until it meets the existing layer of bondage. Slave's body is fully encased.

Still breathing there? Yes? Good. Because it's time for the final layer. The wrap is going  over the head and neck, pressing firmly against the temples, the bridge of the nose, the jaw, flattening the ears, squashing the nose and the lips. There are no holes left. Slave is 100% bound.

I have My paramedic scissors handy, of course. I cut a slit under slave's squashed nose, for air, and check again that slave can breathe. Yes? Good. Slave is now a living, breathing, bound and gagged object completely at My mercy.

Yes you, My slave, are bound to delight.

From iso to ice - oh!

Finally! Mistress is coming back to earth, ready to slide a nice long sliver of ice between your … thighs? cheeks? teeth?
IN REAL LIFE, face to face, crop to tail, cold hard metal to hot wet tongue, this Friday Mistress emerges from the Covid void with sadism to spare.
Ahhh it's been so long!
And even longer since I last wrote in My blog.
How many fistings, floggings, feminisations, mortifications and mummifications have gone unrecorded while Mistress was afk?
Never mind, all shall be written in due time.
My primary message, my big announce, is that I am BACK! Ruling Melbourne this weekend. And that excites Me.

slave training

The slave is prostrate before Mistress, his forehead to the floor, arms outstretched in supplication, palms up, eyes closed, his anus high and open, exposed. Mistress inspects slave's posture, correcting his flaws with a quick twitch of Her crop, before approving him for collaring. Slave rises onto all fours, hanging his head like the unworthy dog he is. Mistress reads him the riot act. The rules. His submission. Her power. Her domination is absolute. From the tone of Her voice and the sting of Her crop, slave knows there can be no transgressions: Mistress means business.
"Stand before Mistress" comes Her command. Dutifully, slave finds his feet, lowering his gaze, trembling slightly - did he do it right?
"Legs apart. Hands behind your back. Stand up straight!  Don't stand there like a lump of lard, slouching. You are an embarrassment! Be proud to stand before Mistress. Shoulders back, stomach in, chest out, eyes down! Is it really so difficult?"
Slave moves into the required posture, adjusting his body to the correct attitude, hoping, against the odds, to please Mistress. Her hands are upon him  - Mistress' touch! - Her fingernails trace clean red lines across his chest. The sensation is both sharp and sensuous; slave feels his penis stir. Will She be pleased at his arousal? He has no idea.
"Good. Now take a moment to remember this: your standing position. Feel each muscle, each limb, the straightness of your back and the incline of your head, and remember it. Next time it will be easier."
Mistress takes hold of slave's penis and scrotum, and binds them tightly with a soft black cord. The pressure is strong, and causes an immediate erection. Mistress seems not to notice, or at any rate not to care, about slave's excitement. She slaps the penis casually a few times, before grabbing slave's balls and twisting them, right up to the edge of pain.
"Now" says Mistress, "Let's begin your training".

Dominating Darwin 1 - 7 July

Up in the air again, Mistress Amara arrives in the sprawling, trawling metropolis of the north with 35 kilograms of bondage, torture, anal, electro, cross dressing and discipline equipment in tow.
Catheters, enemas, butt plugs, vibrators, strap ons of various sizes with a sound leather harness to match; electrodes, probes, sounds, bandages, clamps, pegs, gates of hell; floggers, single tails, paddles, tawse, crops, canes and a wooden spoon; silk rope, cotton rope, rubber rope, duct tape, handcuffs, collars, shackles, chains; corsets, panty hose, boots, stilettos, latex, leather; hoods, blindfolds, gags and a straight-jacket. Not quite traveling light. I would call this traveling heavy.  Darwin pets and perverts, you have seven days to avail yourselves of Mistress Amara's session skills and awesome cargo! Come, bend the knee, submit to the Queen of the North!

Cane and Fist

"Now pull down your panties. It's time to bend over and take your punishment, you dirty slut" Mistress commands. you obey, pulling your frilly panties down over your bottom, again, for Mistress. The butt plug is still inside you, buzzing whenever Mistress hits the remote control. you are tense all over, waiting for the sting of the cane. Thwack! A large, heavy object crashes into your bottom. you sneek a glance over your shoulder, to find that Mistress is wielding a large rubber paddle. Thwack! your knees turn to jelly, and your arse is on fire where the paddle has hit you. tears are forming in your eyes, when the swish of the cane rings through the air, the cane landing square across the upper quadrant of your bum. With increasing severity, Mistress lands the cane on your arse again, and again, and again, in quick succession. "Four track lines should be enough for now," Mistress tells you. "Relax", her voice soothes you, "It's all over". you sigh in relief, and suddenly recoil in pain as the cane swings down upon you twice more, tracking two more thin red lines across your cheeks. Mistress laughs as you squirm and groan; "you didn't think I would stop at four did you? That would be highly remiss of Me. Cane strokes are always dealt in groups of six, slave, you know that." Mistress squirts a cool, thin gel onto your stinging bottom, and rubs her gloved hand over your hot red skin. She grabs hold of the butt plug and withdraws it, orders you to breathe deeply, and then She slides Her fingers inside. She counts: "One, two, three fingers, four fingers, and ..." She breaks off the count, and begins to slowly rotate Her fingers inside your arsehole, stretching and massaging your anus. The pleasure of Her fingers inside you is powerful, while the hot, sharp pain on the surface of your arse remains intense. you begin to feel dizzy, weak, and just as you feel your knees give way, Mistress orders you down. "Slave position!" She commands. you place your forehead on the floor, your arms out before you, palms up, your anus pointing to the ceiling. A thick cream is rubbed into and around your hole."you are ready for a fist now".

Hooked

"Slave, it's time to hook you up" comes Her voice, soothing and threatening you all at once. A cold hard steel ball presses against your anus. Rolling it around the entrance to your hole, Mistress drips a greasy fluid onto your arse and smears it on with the steel ball. Instructing you to breathe slowly and deeply, with a sudden thrust, Mistress slips the large steel ball deep inside your arse, and lifts the hook up to a vertical position. "Got you", She says with triumph in Her voice. "your arse is Mine". Lifting the hook up high, Mistress threads a length of black rope through the eye of the hook and begins to bind the rope around your shoulders, hips and chest. The steel hook is lodged deep inside your arse now, tied up firmly around your naked body, so that it is pulling on your anus with every breath you take. Mistress is holding the ends of the rope, pulling on your bondage, laughing. "Now" She says "you're hooked".

Clean inside and out

Mistress stands behind you. you cannot see Her, but you sense Her presence completely. your skin is prickling with the knowledge that She is within inches of your bottom, within easy reach of your arse, exposed as it is to the hot stream of water still running over your naked form. "Pull your cheeks harder", She commands. you strain to obey Her. your forehead is hard against the tiled shower floor, and must carry all the weight of your upper body as you reach both hands around your behind to clasp at your buttocks, spreading your arse wide for Mistress to inspect. "Now that you are clean on the outside, I must commence cleansing you on the inside" She informs you. Her gloved finger smears a cold jelly like substance over your anus, and suddenly you feel a thin, hard pipe penetrating your open hole. Mistress is feeding it in, 10, 20, 30 centimetres ... "I shall not stop until we have a full metre inside you" comes Her voice. The cool pipe is warm now, even hot, and deep within your bowels you feel the enema begin to flow. Hot water from the shower head is still streaming over your body, but the warm water filling you from the inside is much more intense. At first it is a blissful sensation, as the hot fluid stretches you from the inside. Soon, however, you are feeling so full you must burst, and you ask Mistress to stop, please, so that you may release the internal fountain you are holding. "No", She says firmly. "you are to take a whole litre for Mistress". you feel as if it is not possible, yet somehow you manage to hold it in, because She told you to. you dare not disagree or argue with Her; to disobey Mistress is to invite all manner of hell. your entire lower body is at once wonderfully and terribly full. you are one with the water, hot, wet fluid all around you and inside you. it takes all your strength to contain the water Mistress has poured into your arse, and your breath is coming fast and hard now with the exertion. your penis, nearly forgotten, starts to dribble a fluid of its own, as the pressure on the prostate begins to force the semen out. you are about to beg, now, for release, when without a word Mistress withdraws her tube, throws the enema bag onto the floor, and turns to wash Her hands. "Flush yourself out." She orders, "Then wash the enema kit. you have another four litres to go." you hear the click of Her heels across the floor, and Mistress is gone, leaving you dripping from every orifice.

Hot Water

you stand naked on the tiled floor, letting the hot water from the shower pelt down upon the back of your neck. Hot streams are running off your shoulders and flowing over your chest and back, warming your skin. you are soaked. Mistress has ordered you to cleanse every orifice: eyes, ears, nose, throat, urethra and anus. Beginning at the top, you turn your face to the shower and allow the jet stream to fall on your eyes. Tilting your head, you flush one ear and then the other. Cupping your hands together, you collect a small pool of water and suck it up one nostril at a time before blowing it out again. It stings, and brings tears to your eyes, but Mistress has ordered that every orifice be thoroughly cleaned, so you must tolerate the pain. With your head tilted all the way back, you open your mouth wide and let the hot shower run over your tongue and into your throat, trying hard not to gag. Soon your oral cavity is overflowing, and the water is gushing from your lips and rolling down your throat. your facial holes flushed clean, now you turn your attention to your penis. Remembering the tight bondage Mistress likes to apply, and the lead weights She sometimes hangs from your balls, your penis starts to stiffen. The temptation to stroke it, maybe even to hold and pull on it, is very real, but Mistress has expressly forbidden any masturbation during cleansing, and you know that one small mistake will lead to six sharp strokes of the cane. So you resist, and instead of stroking the head, you pull on the glans, stretching it apart, so that your little penis hole is exposed. The impact of the shower jet on your opened penis is stronger than you had imagined, and you have to fight the urge to pull away. you know that Mistress is very likely to check every hole you have, and that if She finds any unclean parts, your bottom will again take the punishment.


The door opens and shuts, and suddenly Mistress is before you. "Turn around", she orders. "Slave position". And so you find yourself on your knees, your arse raised up high, and your forehead on the floor, hot water hitting your back and your bottom. Mistress nudges your bottom with her boot. "Now spread your cheeks".

Cairns November 20/21st

After some delightful deviance in Darwin, Mistress has returned to Cairns to prepare for a new round of erotic torture, missions into fantasy land, and of course some good old fashioned spanking. Respectful slaves and submissives may contact Mistress to make an appointment, but be warned! Mistress does not tolerate fools gladly. She does, however, thrash them gladly. Do you desire a stiletto heeled boot print on your backside? Happy to oblige. Mistress' medical collection has grown, extending now to numerous violet wand and  E Stim attachments. Prepare to be shocked by Her array of instruments, and disarmed by the charming way She speaks to you as She inserts ever larger objects inside you. Cairns: the game is on!

Candy Cane

you are bent over the table. your legs are spread, and your pink frilly panties are pulled down to the top of your thighs. your suspenders create a perfect frame for your round, white buttocks. Very soon, your bottom will be white no more, it will be striped red and white, just like a candy cane.

Mistress begins with a single hard stroke. As you hear the swish of Her cane through the air, your body becomes tense, which makes the sting of the cane on your flesh even more acute. you flinch as the cane bounces off your bottom, and the first bright red stripe appears, right across the centre line of your behind.

Mistress orders you to take a deep breath, and to gently spread your buttocks so that your anus is revealed, your tender hole exposed to Her instrument. Three quick strokes follow, one above, one below, and one directly across your anus. The pain is sharp and exquisite. your breath has become shallow again, as you try to fight the pain. Mistress commands, again, that you slow down your breathing, taking long slow breaths, embracing the pain.

The swish of the cane through the air, almost a whistle, tells you that the next stroke is much harder. As the cane strikes the upper quadrant of your bottom, you reel and your knees shake beneath you. Running her gloved hand across your behind, Mistress soothes you with soft caresses and a gentle voice, telling you how pretty your bottom looks with its five bright red stripes. You know, however, that She is not done, that Mistress will always administer the cane in groups of six. you try to relax, as ordered, but your heart is racing as you anticipate what must be: the sixth stroke.

When it comes, the whistle and crack of the cane are so loud you wonder if the restaurant next door can hear your punishment in progress. Before you can finish the thought, searing pain spreads from Mistress' cane through your bloodstream. Everything goes black. you are gone.

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!

Darwin Tour April 25 - May 1 2013

Darwin slaves and submissives - I shall soon be among you! From Anzac Day to May Day I shall be conducting sessions in a beautiful apartment in the CBD. Medical sessioms, role play, humiliation, foot fetish, infantilism, latex, leather, rope bondage, CBT, OTK, anal play, cross dressing, fisting, slave training, toilet training, electro torture, pony play, public play - these are just some of the sessions I have already committed to!
So email Me with your requests, and perhaps some of Mistress' time may be allotted to you!
Au revoir
M Amara

Ladies of the Lash

When I opened the door to Josephine, the sight of her took My breath away. It is rare for a Professional Mistress to receive a call from a lady submissive, and then ... Josephine was gorgeous. Tall, slender, high cheekbones, full lips and the longest jet black hair. "Mistress", she stated, "I need a really good flogging." What could I do but comply?
Josephine had a network of ink across her back, arms and torso, and I decided that each branch of her 'tree; of tattoos would bear bright red fruit before she left.
I warmed her up slowly with suede and rubber, before progressing to My thin leather cat 'o nine, and finally, the one that draws blood, the Inquisitor.
Developed during the Spanish Inquisition, the Inquisitor consists of 3 strands of fine, barbed, leather. Deceptively lightweight and small to wield, it never fails to pierce the skin.
My lady was so immersed within her submission and pain, I did not like to end the session by the clock. I gently wound her down, placing her flat on the floor for some more suede flogging, and ending with a light dusting with a latex flogger dipped in salt water. How she shivered, how she smiled, how she cried. My Josephine, my beauty, my lady of the lash.

Cosmetic kidnapping

Geoffrey sat quietly on the park bench, watching twilight fall on the mountains surrounding the tropical town of Cairns. Presently, a Lady approached, wearing tight black jodphurs and high black boots, with a white silk shirt. Unusual attire for the tropics. "Do you have the time?" she asked, Her voice sultry and warm. Her steely eyes made Geoffrey nervous; there was an element of threat in Her approach. Obediently, he looked down at his watch. Just as he was about to answer the Lady, he felt a cold, hard cylinder pressed into the back of his ribs. "Get up and walk", was the command, the voice now as cold and hard as the weapon pointed at his heart. "Smile as you walk, look happy, and do exactly as I say, or I will blow your chest apart." Across the road and into a nearby apartment building, Geoffrey passed a group of children playing outside their home. "Give them a nice wave and keep walking." Geoffrey obeyed, the weapon now painfully hard up against his skin. "We have been watching you for some time. Now, you will answer My questions, or suffer the consequences: prolonged and excruciating torture." Soon Geoffrey found himself inside a plush apartment, decorated with instruments of pain and punishment. The Lady threw him to the floor, quickly binding his hands behind his back. For the first time, She stepped in front of him, and he could clearly see how beautiful and how terrifying was his captor. The weapon, now withdrawn from his ribcage, was waved before his face. With a wicked smile, She mocked him: "Geoffrey, you have just been taken prisoner with a stick of mascara".