Fiction: Boundaries

[There's a general disclaimer to the right over there about the factual accuracy of this blog (zero), but just for the avoidance of doubt - and because I would never, ever want to put someone off taking that step of contacting a pro-domme for the first time - let me just emphasise that this is a work of total fiction, and utter nonsense.  OK?  OK then.]

 

My new project?  Yes, sure.  I can talk about that.  Yes, it’s actually quite exciting.  In a way, what I’m trying to do here is push the bounds of femdom – or rather push beyond the bounds that have traditionally defined it, if you see what I mean.

So much of femdom is clichéd and stereotypical, don't you think? Especially in the pro-domme space.  So I’ve always tried to experiment, but until recently it was always still basically within those same bounds.  But what I’ve been trying lately with some of my more experienced clients is more… holistic, in a way.  Kind of edgy and experimental, but there’s a thrill to it too.

An example? Sure.  Erm… well, suppose I’ve got a client who’s into humiliation. He likes to prance around in a maid’s costume and I’ll order him about and I’ll find fault with everything he does and punish him, then send him home happy, OK?  And that’s fine – it’s a fun way to play.  But what do you do when you’ve played that same session a hundred times?  Well – what about all of the time when he’s not in session?  How about playing the same game - very same game - there?   

So, I got him to start telling me more about his life and his work and all of that, and one day I took a stroll around the hard drive of his laptop while he was tied down upstairs.  And I started looking through this Powerpoint show he’d made on his computer for an important client meeting the next day –

 - well, yes, it is a true story, actually.  

Anyway, I expect you’re thinking I’m going to say I put in pictures of him in his maid’s outfit or whatever, to humiliate him in public? And I was thinking of that, but then I thought – well, that’s really just another femdom cliché, isn’t it?  Let’s try something different!  So I just fucked around with it a bit: putting in spelling mistakes, changing some of the calculations so they didn’t add up.  Put in the name of a different company, to make it look like he’d recycled a presentation for someone else.  That kind of thing.

So the next session I asked him all about it and he just poured out this tale of humiliation and shame!  He’d lost the contract and his boss had spent the whole afternoon shouting at him in front of the whole office.  I got a fit of the giggles to be honest, but he was quite upset.  So I pointed out that he’d been thoroughly humiliated – at my hands – and wasn’t that something to be grateful for?

Hmm?  Was he grateful?  Well, no.  Not at first. Actually he stormed off.  But when he got back in touch wheedling to see me again, I made it a condition that this was something I was going to be working into the play from now on, so if he wanted ever to see me again, he had to accept it.

Yeah, sure, he still comes for sessions.  Not as often as he used to. He’s been sacked from a couple of jobs now, so his income’s a lot less than it was. Plus, my fees have gone up so it’s a lot less affordable all round.  But he still sessions when he can.

Anyway, that was the start.  I do still play games in session.  I’ll dress in leather and I’ll spank and I’ll dress the clients in humiliating clothing and all the rest of it.  But I insist on more commitment than that too.  So – yes, I can spank your bottom.  But I’m also going to insist that before our next session you break your arm.  Yes, you can clean out my toilet.  But you’re also going to be getting an evening job cleaning public urinals. Yes, you can have a bondage session.  But you can also spend your summer holiday chained up in your back yard, eating raw potatoes.  Yes, I can stomp on your fingers. But I’m also going to run your foot over, in my car.  That kind of vibe.

Is he wearing a mask because he's playing a role? Or because his face is marked with cigarette burns?  And if so - isn't that just another role, really?

It can get pretty edgy. Like, last year I finally tried out something I’ve wanted to do for a long time and got a client sent to prison.  I helped him beat this other client of mine with a baseball bat, and then he got arrested and sentenced to six months.  If you can get into the right headspace for it, that would be quite a trip, right?

Hmm? Is he what?

Oh, is he in the right headspace? I don’t know.  He’s only done four months, so far.  I’ll find out when he books his first session after being released, I suppose.  When he comes out I’m thinking of setting up a revenge beating – you know, reversing the roles?  But don’t print that: it’s going to be a surprise for both of them.

This is not a prison scene. There are no beautiful blonde warders spanking your bottom in prison - but there are people who might put glass into your food.  Are you ready for that?

Do they enjoy it?  Hmm.  You know, I’m not sure that’s really the right question. Sure, you can visit a pro-domme and get slapped around and spat on, and that’s going to be fun, yeah?  But is it enough?  Really? Is it creative, is it radical, are you pushing the bounds?  I sometimes think life is nothing more than the experiences we have and the goal is to have as many experiences and as varied an experiential journey as possible.  And if you’ve – say – find yourself naked and alone in the back streets of Johannesburg without a wallet or a passport… well, maybe you won’t ‘enjoy it’ as such.  In fact, you'll probably hate every moment.  But you’ll certainly have something to remember, won’t you?

Hmm?  Yeah, exactly that. I've done it twice actually.  And I’ve tried it in Caracas too, but that didn’t work out so well.

No, I don’t want to talk about that. It was a bit upsetting. I shouldn’t have said anything.  Move on.

So you'd eat the ash from my cigarette in session... but would you lick out the public ashtray at the entrance to your office building?  You don't know?  Then maybe we should find out.

Where can I take this next? OK – now that is a good question.  But I’m not going to give too much away!  As you can imagine, surprise for the clients is a big part of this whole scene.  Plus I haven’t worked out all of the details, to be quite honest.  But one idea I'm really excited about is taking medical scene femdom out there into the real world.  I’ve been reading up on some medical web sites – and I’ll admit I’ve had a little help from a client with medical qualifications too! -  and I think I’ve got a few ideas.  I’ve started a couple of things with one or two clients already, by spiking their drinks, but they won’t have noticed anything yet, as it takes the symptoms a while to emerge.  Actually, one of them called me today to delay his next session, because he thought he had some kind of cold coming on, but actually that’s the more serious symptoms just beginning to manifest themselves.  He'll notice soon that it's not just a cold.  Anyway, we’ll see.  They’re both going to experience a lot of pain and some quite significant permanent damage to several major organs, so… it’ll be quite intense.

And I’ve a few more things planned too, in the medical area.  Like – lots of people with incurable diseases think to themselves ‘why me?’, you know?  So how’s that going to feel if you know the reason why you’ve got just six months to live, or whatever, hmm?  If you know who did that to you?  And how are they going to serve me, how are they going to relate to me in those last few months?  

I don’t think it’ll be easy for either of us.

Brutal?  Yeah... yeah I  can't argue with that.  It's brutal.  But life's brutal too, isn't it? I mean, we can kid ourselves that everything's fine, but with all the suffering that's going on in the world, don't we have a duty to be exploring where femdom fits into all of that?  I think my art - and yes it is an art - should mirror reality in all its horror.  You see pictures of those awful boats full of refugees, sinking in the Mediterranean and what do you do? You switch channels, you look away, maybe you give a donation on the way into your comfortable office the next day.  But me, I see a former foot-slave of mine called Simon, who took what he thought was going to be a holiday trip to Tunisia with me, and whose body was washed up onto a remote beach on Malta last month.  So don't talk to me about brutality.  I've been there.

Sorry. That got a bit heavy.  But... this is my life, you know?  It's what I live every day and it's important that I keep on going, pushing the boundaries, seeing where I can take this thing I've dedicated my life to.

What’s that?  Yeah, I’m still accepting new slaves.  I’m quite choosy and I’m very particular about who I see.  But if any of your readers would like to meet me in session they can go to the web site and respectfully – respectfully – fill out the form.  Don’t worry about all of the stuff I’ve been talking about here.  We’ll just play within the usual femdom boundaries until… well, until I’ve decided you’re ready to move on.  Some never are. And if you are lucky enough to be taken there… then you’ll be a part of my life journey, won’t you?  And I think any true submissive would be happy with that.

[Once again, this is a work of total fiction.  Mistress Eleise, whose pictures grace and magically improve this depraved little tale, is the most professional, careful and thoughtful mistress imaginable.  She is very choosy indeed about her slaves - that bit is actually true - but if you are granted the privilege of meeting her, you won't regret it.]