Product review: UberKinky Kink Industries Intense Impact Cane

The first item of the year sent to me by Uberkinky for a blog review ended up being a Kink Industries Intense Impact Cane.

To date, I have only ever needed one cane due to the fact that “Sasha” is incredibly awesome. However, I thought that the Kink Industries Intense Impact Cane appeared marginally different to the canes I have been accustomed to and decided to see just how different the styles can be in comparison.

The first thing I noticed when unwrapping it from its packaging was the size and weight. This cane was incredibly lighter than what I would normally use and just over half the length of Sasha. It is also made from synthetic materials which, while being light and durable, gives a very unique and smooth sensation. Immediately I could see huge differences in its style.

I decided to go for the all black option. Naturally. However, there are other colour options available.

The shorter length and lighter weight makes it perfect for bedroom BDSM where the room to swing such an implement is limited. The sound it makes as it cuts through the air is very light and I can see this toy causing a considerable sting when used correctly. Additionally, bending this cane back to cause a stinging and pinpoint accurate flick poses less problems than attempts to do so with a smoked dragon cane would (you can damage a smoked dragon cane by doing this kind of thing, but being as this cane is made from synthetics, it poses significantly less problems). Personally, I think one of the best things about this cane is the handle; a leather wrist loop, indentations for your fingers along with a matt finish rubber coating guarantee a very comfortable and brilliantly steadfast grip.

I have had a lot of experience with canes and their use. In my opinion, The Kink Industries Intense Impact Cane is a perfect starter cane for people new to BDSM and wanting to experiment with something that is easy to handle, difficult to cause long-term damage with, hard to break through proper use and not overly intimidating.

A Velvet Thought – Mistresses Musings: An artists touch

I have a good number of friends who are artists and in the past it has been my privilege to have had unique pieces of art drawn of me or for me.

During a little rummage through my storage, I have come across my collection. I cherish every one and class some of them as among my most prized possessions (alongside my top hat, floggers, cane and antique violet wand). Two such drawings in particular. Both of which I had full intentions to get framed, but due to life becoming rather hectic; I stored them safely and vowed to “get around to it” when free time became more readily available.

Unfortunately, I still have no frames (or much free time). However, that does not mean that I cannot share them on my blog!

This first drawing was done by Gillian Pearce of Hellionsart.com. I have known Gill for about half a decade now and a couple of years ago I had the honour of being drawn by her. It was at one of the numerous gaming conventions which I frequently attended back then due to doing a bit of freelance writing and photography for a gaming magazine (which shall remain unnamed). I was wearing a particularly steampunk attire at the time; I think she did a wonderful job.

 

She does commissions and they make excellent personalised gifts, so go and check out her site when you get the chance at: http://www.hellionsart.com/

This second drawing was done by none other than Ralph Horsley. Again, I met Ralph during my freelance gamer writing days and this one was drawn with the concept of having a few more of what I would consider “natural characteristics”. I already have my fangs and claws showing. Why not wings, horns and tail too? Wishful thinking; such is the mundane society we live in. I get attention enough already.

Ralph has done a few sketches for me in the past, but this one has always been my favorite.

One day, I will get them all framed. Hopefully I will have a few more by the time I get around to it so that I can create a collage of them on the living room wall (anyone interested in using me as their muse, please feel free to contact me as I would enjoy the opportunity), but in the meantime they will remain safely sealed away.

Quotations: 2012

Continuing the quotations of the year posts, here is the selection for 2012.

You can see the ‘Quotations 2011’ post: Here

Favorite quotations of the past year (including some that I have not been able to ‘tweet‘) in a single blog post purely for fun.

As usual, no names will be mentioned and people will be referred to in an anonymous fashion or title. Of course, you will all know who you are from being present when I had said the quote in question. Try also to bear in mind that almost all of these quotes have been said in the heat of the moment and are not meant to offend any readers of my blog.

Enjoy.

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Menial: “Please Mistress! Flog my back, my backside, anything! just not there! Please!”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Do you realise how much skill it takes to hit a target that small? This is the best practice I have had in years.”

Menial: “Mistress, I love your teeth, please bite me.”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I try to avoid junk food.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “What do you think?”
Friend: “Very nice.”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I am not sure if that is a compliment or an insult.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Where there is a whip, there is a way.”

Menial: “what are your favourite colours, Mistress?”
Mistress Hawk: “Sable, Onyx, Ebony, Coal, Jet, Raven and I sometimes like Black as well.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I am actually very good at appearing as though I am paying attention.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I will not recite the rules, but I expect them to be followed regardless.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “My mother said to me, ‘If you join the armed forces, you’ll be a general; if you become a priest, you’ll end up as the first female Pope. Instead, I became a Dominatrix and wound up here.”
Friend: “Though you would probably get more kinky sex if you were the pope.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Quite cramped. No room to swing a cat. Not that I swing cats. Or eat. Trying to cut down. Cholestero- Uhh, morals. I mean morals.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Even evil genius such as mine needs a day or two off on occasion.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I am not intentionally being funny. I am just instinctively cruel and people think that I am joking.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Politicians: More slippery than catfish in a jar of Vaseline.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “More money is spent on boob jobs and Viagra these days than on Alzheimer’s research. By the year 2040 all the elderly will have perky breasts or stiff erections but no idea why.”

Menial: “For some women it is flowers or chocolates or jewelry, What is the quickest route to your heart, Mistress?
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “You cannot find a rout to what does not exist”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Everyone has an opinion. Mine just matters more.”

Menial: “You know, Mistress, underneath it all, I think you are quite nice.”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Repeat that disgraceful slander and I will make a stew out of your tongue.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “A Mistress is never wrong. Even if they are.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Judging from personal experience, I am fairly certain that ‘pot pourri’ is french for ‘not crisps’.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Everyone fantasises to escape their mundane lives. The difference is that in my line of work, I am the fantasy.”
Friend: “You must get some real perverts.”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “If I am lucky.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Your skull, My urinal.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Be a darling and pop my tinny hymen for me.” (in reference to opening a can of ‘Pussy’ energy drink)

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I dislike watching the news and for good reason. They begin by saying something along the lines of ‘Good morning’ or ‘Good evening’ and then proceed to tell you why it is not.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I did not evolve my way to the top of the food chain to be a vegetarian.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Are you frightened?”
Menial: “Yes.”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Not nearly frightened enough.”
Menial: “Lord of the rings quote?”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “No, common sense when someone as sadistic as myself has you chained to a cross.”

Vanilla/Mundane: “Could I visit your dungeon?”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Yes.”
Vanilla/Mundane: “What would happen if I did?”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “That would depend on my mood.”
Vanilla/Mundane: “Would it hurt?”
Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Probably.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “You are twisted, perverted and sick. I like you.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I do like to try everything once, and then once again, and then once again, and then once again.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Don’t worry. It only seems kinky the first time.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I always try to provoke offence. It tends to make the mundane more interesting.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Pray that I never make a promise, for I shall always deliver on it.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I do try to quell most of my instincts when in polite society”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Once you get past the evil aura, teeth, claws, demonic nature, unholy eating habits, disgust of the mundane, and other small, often unnoticeable abominable characteristics; I am actually not so bad.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Compassionate? Moi? Disgraceful slander I tell you!”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Given my insatiable passion for hitting things with other things, it seemed appropriate”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Give a financial Dominatrix a flogger and she will demand money from you to have the privilege of passing it to her hand and she will have no clue as to how to use it or have any inclination to do so, of course; this is if you actually manage to meet them in the flesh. Give a professional Dominatrix a flogger and, 9 times out of 10, she will show you how to hit someone with it for money. Give a lifestyle Dominatrix a flogger, preferably someone that has a few years experience, and she will show you how to make it dance.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I hope you realise that I will need to punish you for worshiping a false deity.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “I do so love an audience.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Mine.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “He looks so “My little pony” that I would not be surprised if he had a rainbow brand on his backside and ejaculated marshmallows.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Despite public opinion, I am always on my best behavior. It is just unfortunate that my best behavior is often considered quite anti-social towards the mundane.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “For the love of everything kinky, use what little common sense it takes.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Attempting to imagine what they would have produced in the 1930’s if they had decided to create a violet wand to damage instead of heal has been the subject of recent wet dreams.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Do try to avoid cringing when I smile.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work I go, With a whip and cane to distribute some pain, Hi ho, hi ho-hi ho-hi ho.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “4 teeth surgically removed, 3 of them wisdom. Disappointed. Many told me it was going to be excruciating. Frankly, Kinbaku is more painful.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “This Halloween was incredibly peaceful. Not a single trick or treat’er. When I talked to a neighbor this morning, she said it is because all of the children in the street are scared of the ‘demon lady’ and would not approach my door. I feel like all my years of hard work scaring the crap out of children on Halloween is finally complete.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “You tremble, your nerves betray you and I can smell your scent on the breeze. You are oozing fear!”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “A healthy diet, a nimble body and a kinky mind is beneficial. A sliver of masochism helps substantially.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Personally, I like it rough.”

Mistress Aemilia Hawk: “Do something constructive: Cut out your tongue.”

Justified.

Jet black furniture contrasted the crisp white dungeon walls. This was different, not our normal space. Lighter and colder, my two least favourite things, but still, it was a welcome change of scenery.

He stood before me with his eyes wandering around the room. I have always admired his curiosity and willingness to explore. When I had entered, I had given the space nothing more than a quick glance. ‘Spanking bench, spanking stool, St Andrews cross, table with cleaning products’, The efficient recognition of where everything was situated within the space along with their function so that I could immediately start plotting what I could, and inevitably would, do to him.

His sable shirt was slightly open at the neck and showing off the steel chainmail collar which states he is mine. I know it is always there, but noticing it made me smile. His gaze immediately shifted towards me and he took in a deep, shaky breath as I began to close the distance between us. Holding the slightly crooked smile on my lips only seemed to make him nervous. A good effect in my opinion.

One by one, keeping eye contact all the while, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it from his shoulders to let it fall loosely to the floor. He shuddered slightly as I gently brushed over the line of his collar with a claw and followed down to do the same to one of his nipples.

Having Scottish roots flowing through my veins, I have found the kilt to be something distinctly masculine. Tonight he was wearing one, deliciously  so, for me. His arousal was evident through its folds, I could smell his scent in the air and it made me all the more eager to play. A soft, hungry growl passed my lips as I pulled him by his neck jewelry towards the St Andrews cross and began to fasten him in with his back towards me.

The dungeon door opened and a head popped inside to have a look around. A distinct reminder that we were playing in a public place. A bearing of teeth and a growl being a quick assurance to the visitor that I did not wish for prying eyes. The head disappeared as quickly as it had arrived and I walked over to the door to gently push it shut once more. I picked up my cane (Sasha) and took in a deep breath to quell the annoyance of being interrupted before returning to where he was now secured.

His nerves had kicked in and he was trembling. Gently tracing his spine with the tip of my cane only seemed to heighten his fear. I was relishing every moment.

“Why do you fear so? Is it because we are in a public place?” I asked in as soft a voice I could collect with the violent thoughts running through my head.

“We have played in public places before, Mistress” He said as his leg started to twitch with nerves. “I do not fear eyes on us”

“Then perhaps it is Sasha you fear?” I asked as I gently slid the cane up the inside of his leg to the crotch, lifting the kilt enough to reveal a little of the tempting soft rump underneath.

“Sasha is only a tool, Mistress” He said through shaky breaths and shudders.

“You tremble, your nerves betray you and I can smell your scent on the breeze. You are oozing fear! I taste and enjoy every drop. But if it is none of the above, what is it?” My voice had broke its gentle tone. I could no longer steady it. The hunger was taking over, my sadistic nature getting the better of it and my own breaths were becoming fast and impassioned because of it.

“I no longer fear you, Mistress, because I trust you completely and I do not fear Sasha because she is just a tool. The only time I truly feel fear is when you are both together and Sasha is in your hand.”

A grin slowly formed on my lips and a whoosh cut through the air as I quickly drew the cane backwards and away from his body. He jumped slightly at the sound and I slowly raised his kilt with my free hand to expose the soft backside flesh that had been teasing me, I held Sasha back a few moments for effect.

“Your fear is justified” I said as the air was cut and the first impact of the evening made his body arch in a visually orgasmic fashion.

Introductions: Angele

While I am building quite a collection of equipment, (including items such as floggers, shibari ropes and urethral sounds) only the most special of items get given names. Usually these items hold incredible sentimental value and have been gifted for a very special reason or are of an insanely high quality. These items virtually have a living personality because they are so individual or unique that they require reverence, respect and need to be placed on a pedestal far higher than the standard fare.

To date, Sasha and Tempest are the only items of my arsenal that have been given names and Sasha is quickly becoming known as an individual. Anyone who has met her always refer to her by name instead of simply the item of equipment that she is.

Recently there has been two new additions to my family. Benjamin (uncollared as of yet, but has come further into my circle than anyone has in nearly 7 years) and Angele: A fully functional and refurbished vintage/antique violet wand. (a tribute from Benjamin to mark the occasion, no pun intended)

Benjamin has already been (and will very likely be in the future) in many of my blog posts (past entries include: DV8 Fetish Festival 2012: Overview, Urethral sounding, The best cruelty, 50 Vs 6 and Anything). This blog post, however, is to introduce Angele.

Angele:

An immense amount of thought and research went in to the choice of this item. She was chosen specifically for many reasons, including strength and high frequency output, aesthetic value, uniqueness and age.

She is a vintage/antique Vitalis 1880’s “Les rayons qui guerissent” model, which when translated from French means: “healing rays” (attempting to imagine what they would have produced if they had decided to create a wand to damage instead of heal has been the subject of recent wet dreams).

She has been named Angele (pronounced: “Ahn-jhel”) after the feminine French (equivalent) word for angel (masculine being ‘Ange’).
I thought a French name would be the most appropriate seeing as she was designed and created by a French company and subsequently would have been the country where she was built.

Despite being dated from the 1880’s (the exact year cannot be determined as the last digit of the model year has been worn away due to age), we have assumed that this printed date represents the Vitalis company and not the wand itself. Angele’s previous owner (bound2tease.net) has placed her birthday (date of construction) approximately in the 1930’s (this would make her around 80 years old). We are still researching into the company and model, but any help or information that anyone could give on ‘Angele’ or her creators would be greatly appreciated.

She has been fully restored with a black faux leather exterior and black cotton velvet interior. The original fascia is a kind of agate/marble effect bakelite, giving her an overall style and look that is similar to her new owner: AKA. Gothic Steampunk.

Her arsenal of attachments/electrodes include:

Curved throat electrode:
Usually used on the neck or throat but can be used on anything that is curved. Power rating: Medium to high.

Surface mushroom electrode:
Excellent for general massage. Power rating: Medium.

Saturation tube electrode:
Often used in secondary contact or intense massage. Power rating: High to strong.

Nerve brush electrode:
Designed to stimulate the skin and nerve endings under the skin. Power rating: High to strong.

Single eye electrode:
Originally used on the eyes (but now that we have reached the 21st century, we all know better. The original use of this attachment is now widely regarded as a very bad move. But it makes for a lovely smaller version of the mushroom attachment and works brilliantly on nipples). Power rating: Medium to high.

Spinal electrode:
Two points of contact for the back or spine. Can be very sensual. Power rating: Medium to high.

Comb electrode:
Designed for the hair (not advisable if you use flammable hair products, but safe otherwise) and back of the neck. Very sensual. Power rating: Medium to high.

Prostrate electrode:
Anal probe electrode. Excellent for getting into what would normally be inaccessible areas. Also makes for a good precision pointer. Power rating: Medium to high.

Condenser/Amplifier electrode:
A multipurpose electrode designed to intensify treatment and condense output to a specific area. Power rating: High to strong.

Fulgurator electrode:
Originally used for burning out warts and cauterising. Present day use of this attachment in BDSM play can include electrobranding. A fine wire tip end gives an intense array of sparks. Power rating: Strong to fearsome (It should come as no surprise that this attachment instantly became my favourite electrode).

Body contact pad:
Used for indirect and reverse techniques, where either you or your play partners entire body is electrified and literally becomes the attachment to the wand. Sparks fly from whatever body part you touch with or is touched.

I cannot express in words how perfect, splendid and marvelous she is.
These photos do not do her justice.
I hope to be making movies which will include her in action very soon.

All images are Copyright © 2012 AemiliaHawk. All Rights Reserved.

Urethral sounding.

Fairly recently, due to a wonderful gift of a Hegar urethral dilator rod set, I have been teaching myself how to incorporate urethral sounding into BDSM play.

This was my first play with such things and I admit to a lack of experience in this area.

However, I can return to my own opinion of the play in a later blog post. For the moment, I thought it would be a pleasant change of scenery if an opinion other than my own went into this blog. So, written by request, this blog post is about the view from the other side of the ‘playground’, from he who was receiving my attentions.

Enjoy.

I am constantly thinking about ways to manipulate play during our sessions. So if i am looking for a darker session I try to come up with polite ways to slightly annoy Mistress. This then turns on her darker side. once done, I know it will be a very intense session which will probably end in some form of punishment.
My last punishment session ended with the cane. In the hands of Mistress Aemilia, a cane is as natural to her as breathing is to me or you. She leaves perfect welts, all in a pretty line down the backside. Mistress classed this as light to medium. But I, on the other hand, was the one who could not sit comfortably for the following week, so I would have to disagree. I am very inspired by her skill though, and would trust only her when it comes to this type of punishment. Mistress Aemilia’s expertise is second to none and, speaking as a submissive, I would recommend never letting an inexperienced person mark you in any way.
This has taught me, only through extensive play, to build and establish complete trust with your Mistress. So it got me thinking about other ways to test myself, and also ways test Mistress.
In a previous session, I mentioned to her about sounding. Mistress replied that it was something she had not tried herself but had watched. I have learned that she is very committed and constantly enjoys perfecting and learning new skills, so I decided to gift her with a Hegar sounding set and hand myself over to be her test bench. I have never tried this before so was curious and it was a good way to show Mistress how I completely trusted her.
The day had arrived and I was due to visit Mistress that evening. I was having second thoughts so I had to come up with a plan to maybe delay the sounding session to another day. I had complete faith in Mistress. but was ‘I’ ready?
A few texts were sent that day but my usual way of changing her mood for play was not working. Either Mistress was in a very good mood or she realised that I was trying my best to get out of it.
The time had come, so I freshly showered and shaved and made my way to visit Mistress. I walked up to the door more nervous than usual, it felt like the very first time we met.
I rang the doorbell, Mistress answered and welcomed me in. Normally we sit and talk for a while, I think this is more for my benefit, maybe to settle nerves? Unless it is a punishment session, then Mistress can usually be found already waiting for you in the dungeon so that you have no chance of talking yourself out of it. This time she politely asked if I would like a glass of water and, in receiving, I was told to go upstairs and ready myself. I was more confused by this as I was still wondering what she had planned for the evening and Mistress was giving away no clues.
I climbed the stairs and entered the red dungeon as this was my instruction. I proceeded to undress and placed my clothes in front of the cage in the corner of the room. I then moved over to the middle of the room and knelt down hands flat on the floor with forehead also touching. This is a position which places you completely vulnerable to her, which I like, but the fact that I cannot see her enter or which items she is carrying in for play is stronger on my mind today. You can only rely on what you hear.
I hear the sound of heels climbing the stairs and then Mistress enters the room. She has gone over to the whipping bench and placed some items down. Okay, as per usual this is quite normal, but in this particular instance I was curious to know what she was carrying. I was very tempted to try to peek out of the corner of my eye but before I had the chance, Mistress started to make her way over to where I was knelt. Mistress ran her claws gently over my back, this is always breath taking but at the same time calming, she walks around me usually full circle, one day I would love to know what she is looking at or inspecting as I can only see the floor and maybe her heels as she walks past my face. Thankfully I have passed inspection again and she orders me to kneel up, facing her. Mistress is stood in front of me wearing her new (and my favourite) steampunk outfit. I forget about what she is planning as my eyes and thoughts are transfixed on her. I am ordered to put ankle restraints on myself and once this is done, I hold my wrists out for Mistress to apply my wrist restraints. There is a slight pause, I am not sure if this is for me to take a few deep breaths or for Mistress to inflict a little more fear into the session. She orders me to go stand with my back to the grid which is fixed firmly to the wall, to which I reply ”yes, Mistress”. I stand up and walk over to it, then stand waiting for my next instruction. She then walks towards me, with total confidence and complete elegance. Her eyes are permanently looking straight at me, she orders me to spread my legs so my ankles can be clipped onto the wall, then my left arm is raised and restrained followed by the right. I am at the complete mercy of her now. Mistress grabs my testicles, leans in and whispers “Mine.” into my ear. As she leans back her fangs are on show and the look in her eyes warn you to do exactly as she says, I become mesmerised. I attentively watch as she seductively walks away, one foot in front of the other, so lady like and very sexy, over to where she had placed her tools for that evening. There sitting proudly in the center: a black leather case of which I knew the contents as I had purchased her that very gift. Mistresses eyes lit up as she unzipped the case and removed the first sounding rod ready for cleaning, watching her meticulously clean each one started to arouse me and I suddenly realised that I had no control over the situation. Down below I was erect and Mistress was in love with her new toys. There would be no stopping her from at least giving her new sounds a test run. I became very nervous as I was just about to have someone who I love dearly insert a metal rod into my penis. It was something I had to trust she would do safely, which I do.
Mistress walked towards me carrying a number two sound which is 3-4mm, her expression was: “lets have some fun”, mine was probably of fear, but a comfortable fear if you know what I mean. She had come over to see if I needed lube, I told her I was having second thoughts, but she looked down and said “he is not”. All I could answer was ”yes, Mistress” as it was evident. She held the sound at the tip of my penis, collecting the pre-cum which was dribbling out, twisting the rod around and picking it up like candyfloss to a stick. It makes for the best natural lubricant. I was focused on her, but Mistress was mesmerised, I think I may of introduced her to something which she may like a little too much. Mistress looked up at me, no words were needed as I knew it was time. She looked back down and then she became totally focused like someone had just flicked a switch on inside her head. I looked down as she was just starting to insert the rod, it slid in halfway very easily and of its own accord, she slowly twisted the rod until it found its natural curve and then it continued on its journey. It was a very intense feeling, almost a slight burning sensation but in a sensual way. The Hegar rods are very slightly curved to match the shape of an erect penis, so Mistress was finding her feet by matching the curve of the rod to the depth inserted. Once it was fully inserted Mistress looked up at me only to see me with my eyes closed. Seconds before I had become completely spaced by the euphoric feeling that I was sensing. Mistress questioned if I was alright as she had sensed my heartbeat raise and my breathing become erratic. I replied ”very much so, Mistress”, it was a feeling that is hard to put into words. I glanced down at the rod fully inserted and Mistress was holding it in while she started to lubricate the next size up, she finished spiraling natural lubricant around the next one before slowly removing the first rod, as it slid back out she sadistically pulled the tip out quickly. My body jolted, Mistress then looked up and grinned at me. This gave the same sensation as an orgasm but without ejaculation. The next rod was inserted, Mistress had become aware that as the rod is being inserted it needs to be slightly twisted as it slides inside. The rod was quickly at its full depth and Mistress said it was the perfect size. She then began to play with the rod, I think this is where her sadistic streak naturally shines through. Slowly she began to slide her fingers down the rod, this is more intense than the insertion itself. A very intense burning sensation is delivered through the penis. Thankfully, I was fastened to the grid, or I would of collapsed to my knees on the floor. I could see now she was grinning, and enjoying it immensely. Mistress’s next trick was to twist the rod, this completely took my breath away.  I closed my eyes and hung on for dear life as I knew this ordeal would continue for quite some time.
You have to remember that this is sometimes difficult for me to recall the exact details as in the session, during the more extreme and sometimes not so sensual parts, I tend to delve into a consciousness which most call ‘spaced’. It is when you are experiencing deep pleasure or pain, you become oblivious to your surroundings and are completely focused on the feeling. I next remember mistress pausing for a while, so I snap out of that spaced feeling and catch my breath again. I look at Mistress Aemilia and she is paused thinking. I am very intrigued but I dare not ask what, as she was in full thought of what she could experiment with next. I should of guessed really, as anyone who knows her well, she has a certain fondness for a machine. I see her walk over and pick up the case from the corner of the room. I could watch her walk around for the entire session as she is exudes female elegance. But in this particular instance it would be bitter sweet. She lays the case down, removes and plugs in the generator and removes the chain with the body contact pad. I watch as she slowly lifts her skirt and her stocking tops are revealed. This is a sight that would make anyone go weak at the knees but I knew what was coming. Mistress slowly inserts the pad into her stocking top, switches the machine on and looks at me with the cutest smile. Oh boy, how looks can be deceiving. She is now in her zone, electrified, and I know that with her slightest touch it will be passed to me. I take a deep breath as she starts the walk towards me, she does not even blink an eye but I start to perspire. ”Now where were we?” she said with an evil grin that I become accustomed to. Firstly, she taps her fingers on my chest, you can hear a crackle and pop sound as the sparks jump from her claws. Mistress lets out a soft breath, this is her pleasure now. Her fingers spark up and down my chest and the smell of ozone is in the air from the electrical charge hitting the skin. Normally she concentrates on nipples or sensitive areas, but today she has a new experiment. Mistress leans over and picks up a sounding rod and says ”I am curious to see if this will amplify the experience for you”. I reply ”Believe me Mistress, I am not curious at all!”, to which I am ignored. Just a tender smile is given back to me. She leans in close with the sounding rod in hand and touches my chest with it. A large spark jumped between it and myself. ”Mmm, I see it does.” she says in that soft voice. I brace myself as I prepare for the event. The sound is ran down my chest to my privates, you could follow the trail as a faint red line appeared on my skin and the smell of ozone was very strong. I saw her start again with the rod in hand, below my testicles the crackling sound was very noticeable from the amplified sounding rod and the expression on Mistresses face was one of Delight. like a child that had just unwrapped a favourite toy at Christmas. I entered my zone of being spaced as she continued to torture my private region with the electrical play. After a few minutes (and me praying for a power cut) she stopped, stood up, leaned in and caressed my neck with her fingers. She whispered in my ear: ”Good boy, tonight has been incredibly entertaining”. Mistress slowly unclipped the restraints and I returned to my knees. I had no energy left to stand. I then thanked Mistress for her pleasure.
This is what I recall of our very first sounding session.
Mistress has the perfect touch and sense of how to keep you right on the edge during play and she has now found this new type of play. It is very intense but at the same time pleasurable. I have been told she has plans for many more sounding sessions, so I may be asked to write again.

Mistress Aemilia Hawk’s Hegar urethral sounding rod set

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50 Vs 6.

I must confess, I cannot help but laugh at menials who tell me that they can take a punishment of 50+ strokes from a cane. I seem to get a lot of messages and emails containing this boast or one of similar proportions.

They have obviously never walked through my dungeon doors.

Why do in 50 what you can do in 6? (12 for those who like a little warm up thrashing).
In 6 strokes, should I wish, I can simply give a red lined but short lived reminder of whatever the menial is being punished for.
However, in 6 strokes, should I wish, I can draw blood, cause intense pain and leave scars that would last.
It is simply down to the quality of the tool, how it is used and how accurate the Dominant is (hitting the same spot continuously can be incredibly fun, albeit damaging).

Before I continue, I feel obligated to point out that some menials enjoy caning. In cases such as this, 50 gentle strokes is actually just play and not a punishment (or even intended as a punishment) at all. A play caning differs incredibly from a punishment caning.

But if any menial made a boast of being able to take 50 strokes as an actual punishment, I would instantly come up with 3 theories:
1. I would question the competence of the Mistress/Master who gave them the 50 punishment strokes. Because clearly they have no clue as to what they are doing (either that or they have the arm strength of a dormouse with muscular dystrophy).
2. I would question the honesty of the menial.
3. The menial making the boast is lacking any form of flesh on his/her backside.

If a Mistress asks: “How many strokes of the cane do you think you can take?”
The correct answer is: “As many as you think I should/can receive, Mistress”

Boasting is not attractive in a menial and, in most cases, will result in nothing more than the Domme/Dom testing the boast (which can have nasty results).
Honesty is mandatory.
Leave the ego to those of a higher station.

Just to finish this post: a photo of how a punishment caning should look like.
I know the photo is grainy as it was taken on my iPhone as an afterthought and in low light.
6 light, warm up strokes and 6 medium punishment strokes. As you can see, progressively heavier as you go down the backside. This was a gentle-mediocre punishment session, the worst hit being of the average strength that I use in a standard punishment.

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Anything.

His voice wavered and the sweat glistened over his body in the dull candlelight. He was leaned over a whipping bench with his backside exposed, the welts from previous strikes could be seen perfectly.
“Please Mistress, no more!”
Ignoring his pleas, I pulled the cane back swiftly for another strike.
I love the whooshing sound my smoked dragon cane (Sasha) makes as it cuts through the air.
He reeled, slightly arching his back as I held the cane in place where it had landed. It was another good impact.
“Please Mistress, I will do anything! Just no more, I beg you.” he said through slightly gritted teeth.
“Anything?” I questioned while pausing briefly. “And what could you possibly do to make me stop?”
I savoured the silence that followed and grinned.
He had taken 6 strokes and was due for a short break. I was relishing the scent of fear oozing from his every pore.
I decided to take the opportunity to run my freshly sharpened claws over his welts before asking again.
“What could you possibly do? name a single thing that could still my hand.”
He grunted a little and jerked with the sensitivity of his fresh wounds.
“Nothing, Mistress.”
I stepped back to arms length and placed the tip of my cane gently over his rump in preparation for another aimed strike.
“Absolutely nothing.” I said as I pulled the cane back quickly and another whoosh cut through the air.