Dominatrix @ MindSay

My new slave was doing so well till last week.  I knew punishment was in order, but it became obvious that that was what he desired when he continued to do things obviously wrong. 

He first didn't call or email when leaving town, so he missed our scheduled day and time.  He next didn't bring what i had ordered for lunch, but had instead brought something completely different.  Then when he finally arrove it was an hour late with no call, and when I called, he had cut off the ringer till he was there.

Now why is it that these boys don't grasp that punishment doesn't necessarily mean spanking.  It means a consequence of action dictated by those in authority which is given in a way so unpleasant as to discourage one from ever making the same mistake twice.

As a sadist I find no pleasure in administering punishment.  I find causing pain a bore and sometimes even an annoyance when it is required rather than done because it merely pleases Me.  I do not give punishment when enraged, nor do I yell.  I think such things are a sign of a Dominants lack of self control, and therefore an opening to be manipulated easily by their emotions and ego... and some bottoms are not really submissive so they often delight in provoking Dommes in this state.

In punishment there is no consensual negotiation.  In punishment there are no safe words.  In punishment there is no compassion in the act, and no warming up.  Any compassion afterwards is to the discretion of those administering or sentencing the punished slave.

Up until this point, he was a very good boy.  He had been good beyond that of most I have met seeking to be My slave.  I did take this into consideration and though I used My favorite and most brutal paddle, I did not lay into him with the true might of My naturally heavy hand.  I also didn't give more than 100 strokes.  Regardless his ass was deeply marked by the light lacquered pine paddle with in the first strike.

That paddle is so light it flies with no effort so when I desire to, I can paddle non-stop for an hour with out tiring.  It is so slick and light that I knew I had to gag hi before we started because the screams would have been loud, and we already were going to be too noisy with each swooping "whack".

When done his ass was solidly colored very dark and the flesh was swollen and thick.  I now won't be able to use him in shoots till he has returned to normal, so his usefulness will be limited for the time being... though I will be seeing him tomorrow to follow up on how he is doing after today.  Till then I will be playing with others who had been waiting for a chance.

It is 2 more days till Domina Shannon arrives, and immediately it begins.  On her first day in town we are shooting clips4sale clips with Anna Valentina.  Then the rest of the week will be session appointments and attending events; starting with Club Hell on Wednesday.

If last  week and this weekend are any indication of what is to come, then there will be a great week ahead.




Mistress Genevieve

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The love of woman and woman beast.. my latest creation. For the lovely Tatjana.

Last year in the late winter I convinced a not-yet-launched site, that though they didn't think they wanted a Domina on the set, that they most certainly they did, and they hired Me. 

 

The first shoot went fine up until the tight confined area we were shooting in and the extremely hot photographers lighting while tight laced into a black 22 inch corset made My sight start to flicker black, and I near fainted from heat exhaustion and got sick... for a while I sat up in Brittany Andrew;s studio office before recuperating and going back to the basement to tie up our last rental hour and Alsana Sin in the photos seen here.

 

So the photos came out great even if My condition that day was a most unpleasant one, so we looked forward to the next shoot.

 

It went so well that the owners of the site called Me discussing a sweet deal to work out to be the female counterpart to Kris Ren, their male Dominant on the site...I really looked forward to this prospect and opportunity and the next shoot that week.

 

So why did this plan never come to be actualised?  Well the next shoot was on a damp day, but not unlike any winter day during that time of year. Though it was what a person from Southern California would call "rain"  a girl from Texas would call it "sprinkling".  I had a Stanley Tools stroller cases full of gear, in addition to leopard printed lsuitcase that also was a stroller design, nd the massive matching gym bad with a shoulder strap... I was headed down town to Brittany Andrew's studio for a shoot and could not possibl manage tgese bags alone, much less on public transit.  I called a cab and was assured I only had to wait 10 to 15 minutes.

 

I sat on line waiting for the cab when I saw it had been 20 minutes.  I called the cab company and they assured Me not that it was near, and told Me that I had not missed the call of a previous cab... I called the studio and let them know what the cab company HAD told Me..."We'll be there in 10-15 minutes"  By then it was 20 min (before the cab company was called again) plus the 5 minutes to recall a cab , plus another 20 minutes, and at first I thought this one was on its way so it would be stupid to have a cab from somewhere else that ay take even longer. 

We had started off minutes late, as it was, so there was 1 out of 5 hours studio time lost.  The cycle continued for another hour , and I broke and called for back up.., that didn't come either.  What the fuck... so  we had lost 2 hours put of the 5 the studio was available and rented to us for...

 

This went on for one a half hour past that and put me in a crappy mood ...

I did the math again.

2 and a half hours were already lost.
It would be no less than 30-45 minutes if by some miracle I had left the studio that very second..

.but it eould be more realistically an hour or more with the transfering luggan from the house to the cab,

and from the cab to the studio, and rack up more time to get the gear down to the set down in the basement.  So in all actuality we lost a minimum of 3 hours of 5, and no cab in site, just the word of the already discredited cab agent.  

 

The minutes continued to pass, and after 15 more had come and gone with no cab I  figured the time to change into the fetish attire which I most certainly could not wear out of the house...so now a miracle cab had one manifested and teleported us at a non-rush hour pace woukd still leave onky an hour and a half if even that...so I called and said that I felt that they should not pay for the cab for me, and they had been shooting the best they could without me.,.. but I was a major part of the planned shoot for that day.  I felt bad, but that particular studio locks down at 6pm.  We had lost too much of the day,

 

Though one owner of the site had simular experiences with cabs and understood it to be a very real thing that happens, the other was not experienced with such methods of transportation enough to have ever thought a cab company might possibly do such a thing, and it was especially hard for him to believe that this kind of situation with cabs could have dragged out over 3 hours...

 

If I had known that not chosing to get there the last 30 minutes turned my possibility of loosing the offer from "possible" to "definite"  then I would have ket the blow about $50 on the cab for me to geth there and rush to gat changed and the equipment and shoot all ready to roll and get few or no photos taken by the stroke of 6. 

And so there it was...  I guess that was My official welcome to Hollywood complete with the "One that got away."  I hear that its the story you get all the time here.

 

  

Last year in the late winter I convinced a not-yet-launched site, that though they didn't think they wanted a Domina on the set, that they most certainly they did, and they hired Me. 

 

The first shoot went fine up until the tight confined area we were shooting in and the extremely hot photographers lighting while tight laced into a black 22 inch corset made My sight start to flicker black, and I near fainted from heat exhaustion and got sick... for a while I sat up in Brittany Andrew;s studio office before recuperating and going back to the basement to tie up our last rental hour and Alsana Sin in the photos seen here.

 

So the photos came out great even if My condition that day was a most unpleasant one, so we looked forward to the next shoot.

 

It went so well that the owners of the site called Me discussing a sweet deal to work out to be the female counterpart to Kris Ren, their male Dominant on the site...I really looked forward to this prospect and opportunity and the next shoot that week.

 

So why did this plan never come to be actualised?  Well the next shoot was on a damp day, but not unlike any winter day during that time of year. Though it was what a person from Southern California would call "rain"  a girl from Texas would call it "sprinkling".  I had a Stanley Tools stroller cases full of gear, in addition to leopard printed lsuitcase that also was a stroller design, nd the massive matching gym bad with a shoulder strap... I was headed down town to Brittany Andrew's studio for a shoot and could not possibl manage tgese bags alone, much less on public transit.  I called a cab and was assured I only had to wait 10 to 15 minutes.

 

I sat on line waiting for the cab when I saw it had been 20 minutes.  I called the cab company and they assured Me not that it was near, and told Me that I had not missed the call of a previous cab... I called the studio and let them know what the cab company HAD told Me..."We'll be there in 10-15 minutes"  By then it was 20 min (before the cab company was called again) plus the 5 minutes to recall a cab , plus another 20 minutes, and at first I thought this one was on its way so it would be stupid to have a cab from somewhere else that ay take even longer. 

We had started off minutes late, as it was, so there was 1 out of 5 hours studio time lost.  The cycle continued for another hour , and I broke and called for back up.., that didn't come either.  What the fuck... so  we had lost 2 hours put of the 5 the studio was available and rented to us for...

 

This went on for one a half hour past that and put me in a crappy mood ...

I did the math again.

2 and a half hours were already lost.
It would be no less than 30-45 minutes if by some miracle I had left the studio that very second..

.but it eould be more realistically an hour or more with the transfering luggan from the house to the cab,

and from the cab to the studio, and rack up more time to get the gear down to the set down in the basement.  So in all actuality we lost a minimum of 3 hours of 5, and no cab in site, just the word of the already discredited cab agent.  

 

The minutes continued to pass, and after 15 more had come and gone with no cab I  figured the time to change into the fetish attire which I most certainly could not wear out of the house...so now a miracle cab had one manifested and teleported us at a non-rush hour pace woukd still leave onky an hour and a half if even that...so I called and said that I felt that they should not pay for the cab for me, and they had been shooting the best they could without me.,.. but I was a major part of the planned shoot for that day.  I felt bad, but that particular studio locks down at 6pm.  We had lost too much of the day,

 

Though one owner of the site had simular experiences with cabs and understood it to be a very real thing that happens, the other was not experienced with such methods of transportation enough to have ever thought a cab company might possibly do such a thing, and it was especially hard for him to believe that this kind of situation with cabs could have dragged out over 3 hours...

 

If I had known that not chosing to get there the last 30 minutes turned my possibility of loosing the offer from "possible" to "definite"  then I would have ket the blow about $50 on the cab for me to geth there and rush to gat changed and the equipment and shoot all ready to roll and get few or no photos taken by the stroke of 6. 

And so there it was...  I guess that was My official welcome to Hollywood complete with the "One that got away."  I hear that its the story you get all the time here.