No More NERVES! Get Excited For Your Upcoming Session!
Is this your first BDSM session? First FemDom session? First session with me? First of all - congrats! What an exhilarating step into professional kinky-dom! Most people are super nervous, which is very understandable but, believe me, there's nothing to be nervous about, I mean look at my goofy face in that gif! I'm Captain Good Times - it's going to be awesome! I've outlined the basics for you below and once you've booked with me, you're free to ask me any further questions. I talk about performance anxiety, racing minds, letting me lead, being on time, communicating clearly and the reality of porn vs. live sessions. It's all included below, I hope this alleviates some fears and answers some questions.
Collecting Human Toilets: A Scat Mistress Divulges the Dirty Details
Calling all Human Toilets! This post is for your eyes only. So! You already know that I have a large collection of kinky FemDom clips, but did you know that I have a few, secret folders set aside for the truly perverse? Generally too taboo for most, brown shower sessions push the limits of what is considered normal, acceptable behaviour, even within the fairly open-minded realms of BDSM. In this post I'll describe how I first got into hosting live, full toilet training sessions and, ultimately, how I ended up creating 'Bastienne's Butt Butter', my popular YezzClips studio. The German based website, is one of the only sites that sells scat clips. I'll share details about my first experience hosting a live scat session, why full toilet training became a favourite kink of mine, deciding to 'come out' as a toilet Domme, connecting with the other full toilet trainers here in Toronto, creating my successful scat clip studio and how I collected a legion of human toilets along the way. I'll also touch on my lovely community of fellow FTT providers here in Toronto, along with some details about the salacious, multi-Domme, scat parties we host. Buckle up! We're about to get filthy!
Mommy's Little Fart Cushion: Humiliating, Incest Punishment
Ever since he was a little boy, he was always my favourite. He was like my little shadow, always wanting to know what I was doing, wanting to help his mommy. I loved when he was little so much! Such a sweet boy and everyone always told me how cute he was! When he hit his early teens, he started to pull away a bit, nothing terribly dramatic but definitely a sad time for any mother. He started to have his own little hobbies, he'd spend more time with his friends. He stopped talking to me as much as he used to and I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt.
Wrinkled Soles Foot Fetish: Tease & Distance Torture
A lot of you will never meet me, you'll never experience the pleasure of an in-person, private session with me. Perhaps you live far away, perhaps your life situation doesn't allow for romps with your favourite internet kinkster. What can I say, the sad truth is that some slaves will forever anguish outside of the pleasure of my presence. What could be worse than that!?
Turning My Friend Into a Wedgie Slut
I've known Steve for years now. He was always one of those guys who just seemed so awkward, no matter what he was doing. He could make putting on a jacket look awkward somehow, like a grown toddler fumbling through life, except - not cute. He tried being friends with my little sister but I told her not to hang out with him anymore. He's so clearly one of those dudes that just steals your panties and pretends to be your friend for years, waiting for his "chance". Luckily I've dealt with "men" like this many times and I take full advantage of their obvious weakness, stringing them along just enough, lulling them into a hilarious cycle of abuse and arousal.
Ballbusting From MY Perspective
As I slide my hands down the warmth of his body, I lay my head in the soft familiar body hair running down his belly. I inhale deeply, breathing in the most comforting smell, the perfect packet of pheromones that makes my brain light up, perfectly satisfied in this moment. As my hand slides, I slow down, feeling a rush of excitement. This gorgeous, swollen cock is all mine to play with and it's fully erect, existing for nothing but my next move. I look up with a genuine smile and he looks down at me with the glazed-over eyes of a man deep in the grips of arousal, and rightly so, I haven't let him cum in 10 days. I feel every curve of my body illuminate with power, I arch into every inch of my femininity. My form rolls into his glazed eyes and I watch as his physiology deceives him once again and his cock bounces in lust, leaking precum.
Meet My Mallet: A Sensual Ballbusting Tale
In full sensory deprivation, my submissive is in for a wild ride. All visual stimulation is replaced with just my touch, whether that be the good kind or the bad. Donning my sexy, white, surgical gloves, I stroke and tease him, toying with him relentlessly, keeping his cock swelling with blood, distracted from my sick plans. I can think of nothing more viscerally violating than the slow, measured penetration of a cold, sterile rod being plunged into his open urethra. His limits being pushed, his mind getting the proper fucking it deserves. I pull out my sounding set, unbeknownst to him, dancing and waving the rod to the silent, lecherous audience on the other side of the camera. As I slowly start fucking his urethra, I carefully slip the lubed up rod down his hard cock hole, staring at his confused, blindfolded face as I grin to myself. What a bizarre sensation for a bound and gagged submissive, only recognizing the sensation when it's too late to panic, he must accept this slow violation. I slip it deep into his body, stroking him gently in the meanwhile.
EIGHT TORONTO DOMMES VS. ONE SISSY SLUT
She never even had a chance now did she? That little sissy slut in the latex, purple hood and pink, frilly cuffs. His Mistress, Evangeline Ducharme presented him to the rest of us like prey on a platter. What I adore about multi-Domme scenes like this is the complete overwhelm that happens to the submissive. Even the most experienced sub will eventually be entirely subdued by the persistent, crashing waves of sadism that this many Dommes present. Always brave at first, wanting to show off how much they can take, they inevitably crumble under the expansive force of our collective energy. We started by hoisting the sissy man's collared hands into the air, using Jayne's mechanical hoists. Exposed to all of us now, the impact specialists were sparkling with excitement, Lady Delphine, Lethal Lady V and Jayne Doe were ready to give a beating. Much to the chagrin of the little sissy man, his Domme, Evangeline spilled the beans on his inability to get bruises from impact play. Oopsies! Everyone knows, you don't tell a room full of Dominatrices that a sub can't bruise, it's never been done. I mean - challenged accepted flashed in all of our eyes simultaneously.
I Bent Christmas Over and Fucked It Like The Naughty Slut It Is
I've said it before and I'll say it again, Fuck Christmas. Fuck the expectations, Fuck the waste of money, Fuck the waste of time, Fuck the guilt and Fuck being told what to do in general. I've cleansed myself of every negative aspect of the holidays, using it for what it truly is, an excuse to overindulge and have fun. I don't exchange gifts, I don't travel, I do ZERO things I don't want to do and I don't spend money, baby, I make it! From December 26th until December 31st I encouraged my gaggle of lovely subbies to join me in my peppermint scented rebellion! I hosted every day, riding the high of the holidays without the egregious pitfalls. I spent Christmas Day hosting with Domina Jayne Doe, corrupting one man after the next with a plethora of kinky, organic scenes. I then awoke to a smattering of new requests, pleasantly spaced over the days leading up to New Years Eve, when I, once again, joined forces with fellow sadist, Jayne at her dungeon in Scarborough.
Mommy Roleplay Taboo Erotica for Good Boys
"Where is everyone?", you ask as you watch a smile spread sweetly across my lips. "I didn't get to spend enough time with my favourite boy this year, it's just you and me today." Your heart starts beating faster as a familiar feeling warms your body and you instantly look down to the place beside where my feet rest on the floor, your body barely angled towards me. A rush of excitement is followed closely by a sobering snap of shame. Your cheeks start to redden like the Christmas ornaments we hung together on the tree last week.