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x-posted from Lady Evyl

Two weeks ago today I was at my host’s house in Raleigh North Carolina. I had been invited by Melequus to her home and city and local dungeon for a cell popping workshop. It was quite an honor and a pleasure to be there. Honestly so much happened in my 4 days there I am not sure where to start, what to talk about or in which order. So bare with me in this blog…just go with the flow!

Melequus lives in Cary county in a very cute and quaint country house with lots of land and a stable for 2 horses and is rented out! I had my own lovely room on the 2nd flour with a balcony. I am a city gal so for me this was completely different and I was gaga over the horse. This is horse country! Horses everywhere. In Quebec farm lands have mostly cows. Friday was leisurely and we drove around a bit in the town of Chapel Hill which is super cute actually. Its got a big university so it had lots of hip coffee shops and bars and all.

Danger was in the air though as soon as I arrived in NC…the coming snow and how everyone was freaking out about it…to the extent that both parties I was due to attend were possibly to be canceled. I am from Canada so even if the population there is very unaccustomed to snow I had a huge problem  sympathizing. The governor actually declared it a State of Emergency!!!!! I think I saw finally at most 3-4 inches accumulated. That is a flurry for me. But when in Rome….I did my best to smile and go with the flow.

But in the end nothing got canceled. Friday night a party was thrown in my honor at a Femdom dungeon called FAD…although the party was not a Femdom party as usual, just rented for me that night. An online friend, Nev, living in NC organized it for me and it was so wonderful to meet her in real life. During evening I also met rich. Mel had matched us up months ago on Fetlife in hopes that she would secure me an interesting sub to play with while there. rich and I had on/off communication and there was good potential. I did play with him that night and it was a very pleasant scene. he is not very experienced but seemed eager in his ignorance of what he liked or did not. Although he said CBT was something he enjoyed and I love CBT! he got quite a beating in the end, I got quite an interested crowd watching and fun was had by all.After our session he offered himself at my disposition 24hrs a day till my departure and also offered to drive us all to La Fortress the next day, the dungeon where I was to give my Cell Popping workshop. A sweet offer I gladly accepted since by now the snow was falling, La Fortress is normally a good 1hours drive and he claimed experience in bad driving weather conditions.

Saturday rich picked us up at 2 pm and we got there shortly before 4pm…the time I was due to start. I also never saw so many cars in ditches along the highway. Had it been nice it would have been a record attendance with 80 people signed up. But since it was the end of the world about 20 showed up…which is more then the normal monthly workshop. We even started an hour late as guest on their way called to say they were in a ditch but asked if we would wait lol. For the evening portion of the party about 35 people were present in total and as it was decided the day about 20 slept over as to not have to drive on the snow covered roads.  So it turned into a really fun slumber party and they had prepared eggs, bacon, biscuits and coffee in the morning.

La Fortress is awesome. Its an entire dungeon house in a country setting. The kitchen and living room are common grounds to socialize without play. The basement is a huge dungeon with about 10 stations. There is also a big medical room on the first floor and another play room and an attic. The workshop went really well and the demo was awesome too with my ’stunt-bottom’ being none other then Nefarious, Mr SouthEast Leatherfest 2009. I got lots of great feedback and 2 sessions in the evening involved Cell Popping. it was an honor to see people wanting to incorporate it into their play.

A bit later I did my 1st of 2 scenes that night with rich…a bondage scene with a bit of CBT, spanking, flogging and a wonderful mindfuck opportunity. We later had a 2nd scene too and I was just pleased by how well we played together and I just loved the submissive energy he was feeding me. The second scene involved him being tied to a padded ladder. At the end he came off the ladder shaking like a leaf. he said he could not remember the last time he had felt such an adrenaline rush. he may be new but has pain slut potential. I also incorporated a cell popping into our session. I wanted him to remember me for a while so I marked him with my initials on his hip. But this time we definitely had started to really feel a mutual connection. it was really nice having someone there with me, genuinely serving me, rather then a sub making an effort to please the visiting Mistress.

I asked rich to spend Sunday with me to give a bit of a break to my host who was by my side for 3 days now. he then took me on a drive through the country and the capital, Raleigh. I also asked to see the ghetto area as we just don’t have such ‘defined’ spots so much in Canada. Sure we have neighborhoods that tend to attract a larger number of particular ethnics but its not the same. Here its still has that old South flavor to it. It was not so bad and we did come across a spiffed up old police  car with a young dude in it. I got a pic and the driver saw me he was laughing and smiling. probably thought I liked his car when I was actually taking a ‘ghetto car’ pic.

After we went back to his place so he could shower before dinner. I picked his clothes, inspected the marks after 3 play sessions (lovely!) with Me and he showed me his gun collection as pr my request! GUNS…omg! Again, Canada is not a gun country. Sure people have them but you are not allowed to carry one on your person while walking down the street (legally). And honestly the majority do not own them. I have never been around guns. So I had to take a pic of  me with some of his guns.

We went out for dinner to a more traditional NC food place. I ordered a local wine and had chicken and dumplings (yummy). he ordered side dishes for me to try: pulled pork appetizer (excellent), creamy grits (not bad with the cheese), collard greens (meh, was OK) and corn bread (yummy) with Pot Liquor (gross). What is Pot Liquor you ask? It’s the liquid that is left behind after boiling vegetable greens and meat. rich told me as a kid this stuff was usually thrown out in the woods behind their house and no one would EVER consider ordering it, he found it funny to see that on the menu.

Sunday was a precious day spent in great company. It really made the trip. A note one play and the scene there. Fetish is non existent there…its just BDSM and they take it safely and seriously…they play a hell of a lot harder too in public. I am talk real sadism and blood play and all but completely done in a safe way. Honestly I liked it better then the current Montreal scene which is going towards fashionable fetish parties and pure BDSM night are getting more and more scarce. I hope to take what I learned on this level in NC and do my best to help Montreal find a more solid BDSM root again.

This last picture below I just received today from NC….it’s some of the last snow still found in Cary county from the ’storm’ when I was there. Too funny!

x-post from Mystress Lady Evyl

OMG I went to the best BDSM party last night ever! Well top 3 for sure (not to offend anyone he he). It was a blast. I do not usually write much about parties I attend but I just had too for this one cause I hope someone will be inspired by it and do the same. Guaranteed great evening.

So 2 very good friends of mine, a Master/sub couple, hosted a BDSM Casino with a silent auction night. Let me explain what the evening was like. First off there were 20 guests present and this was a big part of the success: quality handpicked guests, not too big, very intimate and fun. As we arrived we paid our small contribution and receive a folder. The folder was assigned a draw number and included a menu of the items auctioned (BDSM activities offered by the guests) and 1000$ play money for casino games. Non-alcoholic punch and snacks were served as well. We all know a good play night is light on booze. Drinking a bit is fine but do not encourage it either.

After a round of greeting everyone I was off to get my glass of punch and take a look at the auctions offered. The bidding was to be done by 11pm on papers put into a secret box. I placed 3 offers and at the same time wondered if anyone would be interest in taking my 2 offered auctions. The anxiety of winning was building quick, everyone was trying to pry info on just how much they bid on what…no one knew what a good bid was and no one wanted to share too much info. It was funny. So to pass the time until the winners were announced we all partook in the casino games offered. There was a black jack table, poker, a slot machine game and a roulette table. Now having been lucky and having one quite a bit of fake money at the roulettes I was pretty confident of winning the high bets I placed on 2 or the 3 auctions I wanted.

Oh yes almost forgot. The sub of the house was also the shooter girl, with a twist. It cost 50$ fake money to get a shooter tube with a paper inside. You could win money, lose money, not get anything at all, win a prize or win a little spanking of the shooter girl.

The box of bids left the room and we all were impatient for the results to come. The games were closed and we all gathered in the living room. The results of auctions were publicly announce and paid out. Auctions were randomly picked out of a bag and the winners announced. If you won you got up and paid off. If you did not have enough money…ah well tough you lost and it went to the next highest bidder. We all cheered and applauded the various winners. And my 2 auctions were won too. I had offered a cell popping and restrictive bondage session. I also won 2 of my 3 bids: a breast worship session with a breast fetishist and the subby of the house at my disposal while blindfolded and cuffed to the bed…a private session to my liking behind closed doors!!! Let me mention she had was NOT told who the winner was…it was to remain anonymous to her. After all the auctions were announced the draw for prizes was next. And I won one…I’ll describe it a bit lower in this posting. But some of the other prizes included a sensation kit, a vibrator, a massager, a cock ring, a champagne bottle, and funny enough a mouse pad with a school room scene of girls getting ready to be spanked…which was won by a teacher ha ha.

Now before we all ran down to the dungeon space to play our winnings we all wanted to witness one auction. A guest there is a supplier for beautiful metal butt plug with gems on the end. The winner had to accept the prize WITH installation in public. Quite a spectacle it was. A side anecdote the Master always has his sub where one. The one she had on that night had a watch installed on the end. Whenever he asked the time she had to bend over and lift her skirt up to read the time.

Once that was done we all immediately went off to play. It was really fun all playing our winnings and the time flew by so fast. My bondage session was so much fun as the sub winner is a big fan of being restricted. I started his scene next to his Mistress who had won a 20 back massage. She kept laughing as she watched while being massaged. Her sub was a pleasure to tie up to as he was so reactive to his restriction. Once really tied well into a tight ball I proceeded to ‘torture’ him with spanks, a pin wheel, a feather, a small flogger. When his Mistress was done with her massage she asked to join in and her sub was in heaven with the both of us torturing him. Boy did I go into Dom space fast there. Next was my breast worship. Being a Mistress I did want it to be a bit more discreet so we went off somewhere quiet. And I won’t say too much but is was a very sensual experience. Next I did my cell popping offer while the winning sub was tied in his other won auction. His Mistress chose my BDSM emblem design and sat in front of him during the cell popping. The Master who tied him up also spent most of the time next to me watching my work. When I do cell popping in public it usually attracts quite a lot of curious onlookers.

Let’s see let me tell you some of the other won auctions: there was a mummification, tickling session, a fuck machine session, many spankings, floggings, massages and foot worships..to name a few. You could smell the adrenaline flowing. But now was time for my private session. I advised the Master I was ready and he escorted his sub out to prepare her. Now he and his sub have a bit of a history together. We are very good friends and he was so happy I won, if not a bit relieved too lol. We have played all three together in the past. They do a lot of medical play and they have initiated me to it. So he got me a little medical kit ready, including a strap-on. He had mentioned in the past how he wanted to get his sub to be taken by a woman with a strap-on. I have never taken a woman before but was curious. Now was the perfect opportunity. Just to bad for him he was not allowed to watch. His subby was very nervous about this auction but it did not take very ling for her to realize it was me. As suspected she knew my touch was not a male touch and she later said she recognized my smell. Also apparently my hair brushed her body. But what really confirmed it was when I snapped on some rubber gloves. Having played with them I knew she gets off on it….I was about the only person who knew this fact to. At that point the faintest smile appeared on her lips and I knew she had figured it out Lady Evyl was the winner. Actually I was happy about this because I know she trusts me and would relax. But still we played our part and not a word was said during the play session. We had a nice little medical scene and I took her with the strap-on. Again, first for me with a woman. I know now for sure I am not bi but in a Domme role it was a lot of fun. And apparently it turns out I am pretty good at it. Once the session done I removed her wrist ties and removed her blindfold and we both started laughing. We stayed on bed a while chatting about it all and laughed. Once we rejoined the group I knew her Master was nearby dying of curiosity about how it went. He was thrilled to hear how great it went…and also again relieved.

By that time all plays had been done and it was already about 5h30 am. People left, said their goodbyes and unanimously congratulated our hosts on an amazing evening. I will not forget this party any time soon.

Now on to that gift I won. Turns out when they prepared this prize they thought of me and the coincidence that I did win it was destiny. It was a small started medical play kit. The whole time the prizes were given out I kept looking at it hoping so much I would get a chance to snatch it. When they drew my number out of the bag I was up at the table in an instant without hesitation as to my choice…the coveted medical kit. Here is what was included in the basket:

- a ‘prescription pad’ and pen
- 6 tongue depressors
- a large syringe
- a pee cup
- 4 clothes pins
- 4 pair of medical gloves
- 2 disposable speculums
- 8 various size medical sponges
- 14 alcohol swabs
- 4 assorted band-aids

Wow, what a prize! What an evening. What a party! Thank you.

Mystres Lady Evyl

So a while back I heard about a type of body mod called Cell Popping through a group on Fetlife. The Mistress responsible for reawakening this art, ArtisticDomme, has a website as well where you can order a kit. So I decided to go ahead and order it.

This body mod is considered a temporary branding lasting anywhere from 2 weeks to 6 months. It is totally dependent on one’s healing  cycle. What is cell popping? Basically it is heating a small metal poker under a flame until it is glowing red and gently applying the poker to the skin for like 1 second. A design is chosen and outlined by a series of dots made by the poker.

Great, so my kit arrived. Now I needed a victim. I put up an add on Fetlife…to no avail Until I met the lovely LiquidRasberry at a play party. She had seen my post on Fetlife and was more then willing to try it. One week later she was at my place, desing in hand, and poking we did go! Check out the result.

She said it is obviously a bit painful, like a burn, but not that bad. She never once screamed or anything. As far as I know she is the first person in Montreal to receive cell popping. If I am wrong, let me know. I have found one more person wanting to receive this branding. Any other takers in Montreal? Email me in the contact form on this site.

Mystress Lady Evyl

X posted from No Limits

“When you are finished with work, you will come in here, get on your hands and knees, get the Hitachi, and hold it on your cunt, and I will flog you until your back is a bright red.”

Umm…okay…no need to twist my arm on that one. i am a secret flogger lover. It’s been a long time since Sir has used the flogger on me, so just the thought of it was enough for me to say ‘fuck the rest of the work day, let’s get started now.’ i only had an hour left of work, and it was pretty non eventful, so i knew that i wouldn’t be missed.

i got in bed, assumed the position that He ordered me into, Hitachi in hand, and waited to feel the first flog? Whip? Lash? He started out nice and easy, and ordered me to let Him know when i needed more. i don’t recall ever saying the words that i needed more, but Sir knows His slave very well, and i could feel Him steadily ramping it up, harder and harder, until the sting was biting, and i felt like each of the leather strands of the flogger were leaving harsh indentions on the skin on my back…but coupled with the Hitachi, the position that i was in, and the occasional sneaky peek that i would take to see my Owner’s delicious cock right in front of me less than a foot away from my mouth, but i was unable to reach it, to taste it, to suck it…well that just sent all of these different sensations, emotions, stimulations surging through my needy body.

i came…i came hard, and as i came, He intensified the flogger on my back…the slapping of the leather loud, the sting of the strands harsh…but it felt so good. He took the Hitachi out of my hands, leaned me back on the bed, and told me to rest. After about 30 seconds, His nympho slave was begging for more. He asked me if i wanted it on my tits, and although i was nervous about having my piercings flogged, as they are SOOOO sensitive, i remember how it has felt in the past to have my tits flogged, and frankly, it’s one of my favorite things, so i was all over that.

He put me on my back, gave me the Hitachi again, and again, ordered me to let Him know when i needed more. This time, i did tell Him, and He went back and forth, flogging my tits and my thighs, and back up to my tits. my tits are still bruised from the tit beating from last week, and He had carved His initials into my right tit earlier this day as well, so they were quite sensitive before the flogging…but at that point, i just needed more. i begged for more…i begged for it harder, and when i came, i came so hard my entire body shuddered…the entire time, feeling the bite of the flogger against my bruised tits.

i was exhausted…literally drained, and so incredibly satisfied. Sir told me i could look forward to more of that in my future.

There will be no hesitation from me on the ‘begging for more’ rule.

Thank You Sir.

X posted from No Limits

Work was done for the day…it had been a long day. i had done an excruciating work out as well, leaving my legs with barely more consistency than jello. i turned off the PC, and crawled into bed next to my Owner, who had been resting, waiting for my work day to end.

“Is your work day over?”
“Yes Sir”
“Up on your knees bitch, it’s time for your beating”
“Yes Sir”

i watched Sir methodically pull out all of the implements used for beating and whipping me out of the toy box, i felt the fear just oozing out of me. i slowly crawled up to my knees, and instantaneously felt the resistance from my workout, and knew that this was not going to go well for me. i was ordered to cup my tits with my hands, and present them to Him, and He had a washcloth nearby, telling me that if i got too loud, i would have that stuffed in my mouth to shut me up.
The first implement used was a lead-filled, leather slapper. This weighs approximately 1 pound, and although that may sound like a little…1 pound of lead encased in leather packs a real punch. He proceeded to ‘slap’ my tits with this ‘lead filled beater upper’ (as i so affectionately refer to it), and i knew i was in big trouble. The pain in my legs from the workout, and the pain in my tits from His slaps, literally, knocked me over. It took hardly any time before the washcloth was shoved into my mouth, and i was gagged to keep me quieter than i could have tried to keep myself.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back up on to my legs, which were beginning to tingle, because i wasn’t about to break position, and move my hands from under my tits. He continued with the slapper for, oh, i have no idea how much longer, but when i stole a quick glance, both of my tits were fire red. After a second knocking over, and being picked up, Sir grabbed the washcloth from my mouth, wiped the snot and tears from my face, and shoved the washcloth back in.

He then lifted my tits up by the nipples, crushing them between His fingers, and i remember hearing Him say that the undersides deserved equal and fair treatment. He proceeded to slap the underside of each tit until He determined that equal and fair treatment had been provided, and released my rings.

Next came the flogger. i actually like the flogger…okay…i actually LIKED the flogger, and thought it would give me a chance to get myself together, have my breathing return to normal, have a few moments without snot dripping down my face. Yeaaaah….riiiiiight. First he flogged the tits that were already brutalized by the slapper…hitting the D-rings that still hurt so much…intensifying all of the pain i had been experiencing . After giving my tits a good rough round of whacking, He moved to my back, and just flogged the hell out of it.

i was there, on my knees…barely…trying so hard to work through the pain. The sobbing was muffled with the washcloth, and if He either removed the washcloth, or it came out of my mouth, He ordered me to not make a fucking sound while He replaced it. Trying to stifle sobbing is a difficult task, but apparently one that i was able to accomplish….i don’t know how…

He moved on to round three of tit torture, boob beating, whatever you want to call this…and He pulled out a new implement. i thought He would have used the misery stick, but this is what He pulled out:

This is a conductor’s baton. i am a music major, and despite the fact that i don’t work in the music profession anymore, still, for some reason, kept my conductor’s baton. It could also be called a misery stick…on steroids. Sir used my tits as His canvas, and started designing His art…using the baton in the same way you would use the misery stick…pulling the stick portion back, and allowing it to slap against the skin at high speed and force. Pain, still incredibly agonizing.

It would be foolish of me to speculate on how long He used that on me. i was a blubbering mess by that point. i was praying that this would end soon…praying that His evil sadism would end, and that He would hold me…bring me back, and make the pain go away. After 11 markings on my right tit, and 13 markings on my left tit, I fell over again, the agony was too much, the pain had taken my breath away, and He decided His work was done.

We spent a long time in aftercare. i know that i don’t talk much about aftercare here, because, for me, aftercare is very personal, very private, and frankly, i like to keep those moments between the two of us. Please be assured, however, that Sir provides excellent aftercare for His property, and will take just as long as He thinks i need to bring me back to Him. He is loving, tender, and so caring…making sure that any and all aftercare needs are met.

Normally, this is where the scene would end. We might fall asleep, or do something else, but once the aftercare has commenced, His evil streak seems to have been satiated. This time, He surprised me a bit. He grabbed the camera for the picture that i posted previously. We tried different poses and He decided that bondage would be the best way to go. i felt like i was in one of those cartoons, where the character’s eyes get wide and bigger than their face.

i thought to myself “You wanna do WHAT?” He got out the rope, and proceeded to tie my tits…my bruised, aching, stinging, burning tits, and then took the pictures. Oh yes, did i mention, i had to get back up on my knees again…so when He was done, i pretty much fell over again. He untied them, went and downloaded, or uploaded the pictures, while i lay there still trying to get myself under some sort of semblance.

He came back in and announced that we were going to have to do it again, as He wasn’t pleased with the first set. It sure would have been nice if my tits had just gone numb, so i couldn’t feel them at this point, but remember that whole thing about my ‘luck’…yep…not gonna happen. He re-bound my tits tight, and took more pictures, trying very hard to not get my snot and tears in the picture. i thought that was kind of Him.

So, here we are…two days later. my tits still hurt tremendously, the bruising is quite lovely, and the memory of that moment both haunts me and delights me. i may be suffering today, but i can’t deny that i love seeing Sir’s marks on me again.

…goin’ thru some older pics and came across these.  We did this scene up at Thorn House in Wautoma  and it’s one of those that’s unforgettable, yanno?  Burned upon my memory in vivid detail.  Gods, I wish we still had all the pics.  Most of them were lost to a hard drive failure.  *sigh*  I guess that just makes me even more fond of the ones that survived.

Anyhow…  Figured I’d share since it’s Half Naked Monday.  (He’s half naked, anyhow. I guess I’m all the way there. Hehe)  Click the little pic for a bigger one.

Carrie Ann

A View from the Floor

Tough Love

(cross-posted from Bound)

Her wrist stings as the rope bites into the soft pale flesh, the almost translucent delicacy of skin beneath which a blue tracery of veins throb stretched taut.  Beneath the pale soft embrace of the blindfold, her eyes flutter as graduations of light and dark lick fear into the aching fragility of their green gaze.  She feels a rippling along the stretched line of thigh and forces herself to relax, staving off the painful reality of cramping muscles. 

She lies spread-eagled on the bed, the mattress firm beneath the pale flesh of her buttocks, her arms pulled up and out to the sides.  An ache in her shoulders, tolerable but insistent keeps her focused.  Intricate knots, delicate and complicated encircle the long bones of wrist and snake sinuously along the long line of arm, sweeping under the small breasts to encircle and imprison and then sweeping up and to the other side of the stretched reality of her supine figure. 

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x-post from LadyEvyl.com

3 boys I have had the pleasure to play with in the past. I love lining them up like this, makes for a nice family portrait. They can be quite cheeky!

Mystress Lady Evyl