Madam Lana, my BDSM

Some moments from my practice.

The beginning.

When I came home from school, around 2 p.m., Sergei was at our place for some reason. Mom was on duty at the reception. I wasn't particularly thrilled that there was some guy at home whom I'd seen twice... I undressed and went to the bathroom. When I came out and walked

through the living room to my room, Sergei called out to me:

 — How are you, Lanachka, how's the weather?

I pretended I was in a hurry to get to my homework.

 — Yeah, fine...

 — How are your studies at school?

"Your studies"?? Well, okay, I'll play along...

 — Wonderful, as always. And how are you?

 — Lanachka, you can just call me Sergei, and you don't have to use the formal 'you'.

 — Well, you call me that...

 — I like it, Lanachka. Do you need any help? I'm good at algebra.

 — Actually, that would be nice.

A week passed. All this time, Sergei was always at home when I arrived. And mom's coworker got sick, so she had to work shifts every other day. He bought me chocolates, gave me a little money for expenses.

And one fine day I came home very angry.

On the way from school, I twisted my ankle (there was black ice) and broke the heel on my favorite boots. Sergei greeted me politely as usual, I muttered something in response and went to my room. Half an hour later, he knocked...

 — Lanachka, did something happen?

I was trying to solve another boring equation at the time.

 — Broke my heel.

 — Maybe we can go and get you some new boots?

I was already used to his patronage, so I thought, why not, maybe he's my future stepfather, let him start showing paternal feelings.

He took me to a store, but not the one where I usually bought shoes, but one much higher-end. I picked out some boots for myself, very beautiful, with a thin stiletto heel. But after looking at the price, I thought I shouldn't be too pushy.

 — Sergei, let's go to another store...

 — What's wrong, Lanachka, didn't you like anything?

 — I did... but they're expensive.

 — It's okay, let's try them on.

I sat on an ottoman, Sergei knelt down on one knee in front of me, and carefully took off one shoe. Then the other. I felt a little uncomfortable, but it was nice that an adult man behaved like that with me. I tried on the boots, they fit perfectly. And, Sergei bought them. They cost, it should be noted, as much as my mom's entire salary. And we were a normal middle-class family.

At home, I thanked him again and decided to go to a friend's place to show off. I put on a short skirt, a loose red sweater, threw on a fur coat, and was about to leave when Sergei came out into the hallway.

 — Lanachka, can I ask you...

Hmm... I thought... If he wants something for the boots, he shouldn't count on it.

 — What do you want?

 — I really liked the boots, you have good taste. Can I kiss your foot?

I was surprised, of course... But there was nothing criminal about it...

 — Please.

I liked it.

 — Sergei... Why are you doing this?

 — Lanachka, you are delightful. I really want to belong to you.

He told me... A little every day... About bondage... role-playing games... He bought me a bunch of things... A leather vest, several pairs of high-heeled sandals... He made a whip with 13 tails.

When I did my homework, he would lie under the table, and I would put my feet on him. He would meet me from school, on his knees, take off my shoes and put on my slippers.

Then mom started being home often, and we met at his apartment. There I rode him like a horse... For the first time, I learned how pleasant it is to tie up a strong man, and whip him, and humiliate him...

I told mom that my boyfriend bought everything.

Once when I was at Seryozha's, he asked me to try something he would let me read. On several sheets was a script titled "The Queen's Prisoner." It had all sorts of things, and I really wanted to try a lot of it. I said I agreed.

Sergei went to the bedroom and came back with a bag.

 — Here, Mistress Lana, clothes, if you like them.

He hadn't called me that before. I liked how it sounded.

I ordered him to leave, and started looking at what he had offered me. There were 2 corsets, black and burgundy. A short leather skirt, and a long one with slits on the sides. Several pairs of different stockings and garters. I put on the black corset, the long skirt, black stockings and the boots I came in.

I called Sergei.

He came in and knelt down.

 — Mistress Lana, you are beautiful, I want to be a dog at your feet.

I remembered the script.

 — Bring a chair... and everything else.

He did everything, I ordered him to undress, tied him to the chair (his legs were spread and tied to the chair legs), gagged his mouth with stockings and tied a scarf over it.

 — And now you will receive punishment...

I took a crop and hit him in the face several times.

Then I clipped clothespins onto his nipples, so that he howled...

It turned me on. I wanted more. I lightly slapped the crop against his crotch. A few more times... His cock started to get hard. I didn't like that.

 — What, you bitch! I'm not some whore here for you to get hard for!

I decided to stop. I untied him. He fell to the floor and curled up in pain.

 — At least today you won't get hard anymore, — I said in a satisfied voice.

 — Thank you, Mistress. I need to be taught how not to behave. Forgive me.

I told him to get on all fours, rode him a little. And decided it was time to move on to the most interesting part. I put on gloves, he was on all fours. I took cream and a dildo, quite large, about 20/5. Squeezed cream onto his anus, smeared the dildo, and started inserting it.

 — Mistress, no!!

 — What?!

That's when I got furious, I started kicking him, flipped him onto his back and stepped on his junk with my heel.

 — Listen, you scum, if I hear 'no' one more time, you'll lose all of this, understand?

 — Yes, Mistress Lana. I won't do it again.

 — On all fours!

I started inserting the dildo again, deliberately sharply, testing how much he would keep his promise. He was moaning, but through the gag, and it didn't distract me.

I left the dildo in his ass for a minute, and took off the gloves. Then I got a good grip and started fucking him with it... He squirmed like a pig on a spit, but was afraid to even move away.

 — Well, how do you like it, bitch? Or no... you're a little bitch now... A bitch should be obedient...

That day I finally understood what I wanted. Those submissive eyes with traces of tears. Those moans of pain, which was so sweet...

Second stage.

About Sergei again. As it turned out, my first slave was simply perfect. But he had one trait I wanted to eliminate. Namely — the habit of smoking a pipe. By the way, smoking is what sent him to his grave.

So, he had an expensive pipe, given to him by some sailor friend. I was still young, only 18, so, of course, I couldn't live with him. You can't explain to mom that he's not a lover, but a slave. So we met,

Then I decided — if I can't break him of the habit — at least I'll let off some steam. One weekend, when I was watching TV as usual, while stepping on his face with my feet, I finally thought of what to do with him. I ordered him to bring a bolster (he had large cylindrical sofa bolsters, I often used them to lift his butt).

While he was getting it, then going to do an enema, I took his favorite pipe and tobacco from the sideboard. Sergei returned, as always he was ready for anything — naked and with his eyes on the floor. I ordered him to lie on the floor, on his stomach — with the bolster to lift his rear. He complied. Silly boy, he thought I just wanted to fuck him...

I lit the pipe, quite clumsily, I hadn't tried it before. Although I smoked regular cigarettes. Yes, it's also important to note that I packed quite a lot of tobacco, expecting that as it smoldered, it would spill out beyond the pipe. Then I approached Sergei, who saw everything, and whose face showed clear concern. Smearing the tip of the pipe with Vaseline, I inserted it into his anus. Sergei became more agitated, his rear started trembling, and the tobacco spilled onto his buttocks. It was, of course, hot.

But that wasn't enough for me. I put on panties with a dildo, Sergei made them for me himself. Fucked him deep in the mouth. Then took out the pipe. Ordered him to get on his knees and smoke, no matter what I did. He complied. I took a rope, tightened it around his neck, and began carefully restricting his air supply. He kept smoking, I increased the pressure. He started wheezing, wanted to drop the pipe, but I yelled at him not to stop. With difficulty controlling himself, he took another drag, and... I saw he was about to lose consciousness — and let him go. He fell to the floor, coughing. Then with obvious disgust started smoking again. Then I ordered him to lie on his back, took the pipe. Exposed the head of his cock, and with one sharp movement poured all the smoldering tobacco onto the head. He howled. I ordered him to shut up. I saw he was in a lot of pain. But what can you do, bad habits need to be eradicated...

Third stage.

Anya was introduced to me by a Top acquaintance from St. Petersburg. This was in 2004. We had a small BDSM gathering, for March 8th.

I liked the girl immediately. A real Russian beauty. Long blonde hair down to her butt. Big green eyes. Fair skin. Her Top had been living with her for 7 years. They were in love. He treated her very carefully, I never saw marks on her. And in general, with such a little angel, you didn't want to be rough.

And at the gathering, he offered to lend me Anya for a day as a gift, on the condition that there would be no extreme stuff or sadism. I agreed. And the next day she was brought to me at 9 a.m. I was at a friend's apartment, she had left and given me the keys. Anya asked to use the toilet, and came back in appropriate attire — black thong and a white tank top. She was a fragile girl. Height about 165 cm, weight around 45-48 kg. Small breasts and a shaved pubic area made her look like a girl. I decided to start simple. Anya settled between my legs and started working her tongue. It was her first time, she had never encountered a female Top before.

Nevertheless, a woman will always figure it out in such matters).

When I came, I decided to give her a golden shower. We went to the bathroom, she lay down in the tub, and I peed on her. A lot got on her body, but some she managed to catch in her sweet mouth. I washed up. Ordered her to clean herself and the tub. About 15 minutes later she came to the room. I was drinking coffee and thinking what else I wanted to do with her. Anya habitually knelt down beside me. I ran my foot over her face and ordered her to open her mouth. Then inserted my big toe inside. Anya started sucking on it. I saw she really liked it. Then she caressed my entire foot, licking it with her tongue and kissing it. We both got aroused. I ordered her to bring the dildo. Anya brought it. And addressed me:

 — Mistress, can I ask you something?

 — Yes.

 — Did my Owner tell you not to hurt me?

 — Yes, he asked me not to touch you.

 — And can you disobey him?

 — Well, let's say...

 — You see... he... I love him very much. He's the best! But sometimes I want something more hardcore...

 — Why don't you tell him?

 — I'm afraid. He'll think I'm dissatisfied... He'll get upset...

 — Well, okay, what do you want?

 — I read... a story... where a girl was given an enema, but not fully... the water was left inside... and her ass was plugged...

Anya blushed shyly. This girl really was very sweet.

 — And you want to try that? It might be painful.

 — I thought... Yes, I really want to!..

 — Alright. Now I'll call your Owner and tell him.

 — No! Don't! He won't allow it!

 — We'll see