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Winter is the perfect time for reflection and to build on close relationships. It’s when we can be most creative and submerge into projects that need a lot of dreaming put into them. We also need to keep warm with lots of spanking, enemas, and figging.

This week, I’m most excited about wearing my leather boots while strapping subs down to the experiment table, snapping on the surgical gloves and getting right to the bottom of The Issue.

I’m always game for a round of Force the Sissy, where bountiful frills are locked in place with zips, buckles, and tight lacing. Because we can’t have you escaping, can we.

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Thursday 2pm-7pm

Friday 10am-7pm

Saturday 10am-10pm

Book time with me this week. Email mistressisobelhart@gmail.com to set an appointment without delay.

 

 

 

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Catheter Arts: put it in to let it out

Those who follow my musings know that I have a fetish for all things urethral. Piss games like target practice, forced consumption, toilet slavery, golden enema, bladder control, and on to more precise practices like sounding, figging, and urethral stretching.

Catheter play is a twisted merry game, and it can be done as a standalone practice or as part of a longer scene. If you’ve been sounded you’ll know that the feeling of a slender object snaking up your urethra is incredible, intensely pleasurable, and stimulating for the prostate. Once it’s secured in you, imagine how much it would heighten pleasure for other play.

It’s quite an ordeal of medical paraphernalia, laying the sterile Sheet of Dignity over your freshly swabbed and cleansed junk, lubricating the equipment, feeding it through into the bladder and inflating the bubble to keep it in, and securing the leg bag. The bag fills – you don’t get to decide when you are going to urinate because this little tube does it all for you.

From there, I might carry on flaying you, going deeper into medical play. Needles, staples, sutures… I can go into more detail when we meet, I don’t want to frighten the sissies away from reading the rest of this.

I put you in extended bondage. You are immobile, unable to touch yourself. Perhaps you are kept in a cage overnight as I sleep soundly in the king bed upstairs.

Or maybe we go out in public, and you squirm with hot embarrassment in lacy knickers and catheter tubing under your everyday clothes. Imagine dinner across form me as I gently torment you, urging you to drink more water.

And then, a test of your devotion in an act of submissive debasement. The bag is full, but how could we waste such a precious collection? It’s got to go back in, one hole or another. I might let you flip a coin to seal your fate.

Want to try it? Break the golden seal. Come get cath’d.

 

 

Doctor! Doctor! Medical Fetish

I am your doctor, white coat, snap on the latex gloves, kind eyes and a sweet smile. this won’t hurt but it may be embarrassing. Just kneel up here and pull your trousers down behind the sheet. Try to relax, patient, you may feel a little pressure on your spot there. It says here on your report that you’ve just had a rather large enema, with lube and cold water. Very brave. Well I can assure you that none of this will be such an ordeal as that.

This is a small tube, and it’s going to inflate just a bit so you’ll feet a bit more pressure inside. What I’m looking for is any sign of malfunction, and so train your body to respond to certain stimuli. It begins with holding cold objects of increasing size inside the anal canal to minimize swelling and pain. Please, patient, keep your voice down while we go through this procedure, as there are other patients being seen in the surrounding rooms. Now if you continue to moan like that I will have to take this further to isolate the disruption. Very well. This mouth harness has a firm, hollow silicone sphere that fits between your teeth. I will put a pan on the floor so that your drool doesn’t make a mess. There there now, this won’t take long.

Just a little push and there…ahh. Very good. You’ve taken a very big plug, I do hope you can feel that stretch. Sorry patient, I can’t understand a word you’re saying with your mouth forced open like that. I suppose since I’ve got you here, and you being tied down and gagged and all, I can do what I like with you. I do have some experiments in mind, and your body is the perfect specimen. By my measurements your heart is at an elevated pace so do try to calm down and breathe normally.

If your other holes are stretched, why not go for the third? Yes, I’m looking at your dick, lying there like a frightened vole. It should be strong, proud, and upright. Easily fixed. All it takes is a little patience, a little lube, and this set of stainless steel sounds. The first couple slip down the middle of your shaft so easily, like your hole was built for taking these rods. The next one goes slower, no forcing here, just a gradual widening of your urethra. It’s strange, but it feels good to conquer this place in your body, take control of everything you feel. There we are, see? Held up with the sounding rod you’re perking up much more. Let me smooth that out for you just a touch.

What’s that? Alright, I will interpret your wordless grunts to mean that you are thirsty. Well timed, as I’m simply bursting to pee, and how could I let all of that golden nectar go to waste? One gag replaces another, this one is a tube connected to a funnel. I will tilt your head in a way so that you can get a nice long drink without wasting any. I’m standing above you so that gravity can do its job, of course. This piss is so good for you, it’s packed with nutrients. Guzzle down my golden showers, patient, and you’ll be right as rain. Don’t spill a single drop or else I’ll have to put in a bigger butt plug and I won’t be so gentle this time. I love the idea that my hot sweet golden is boiling around in your belly. I can be nurturing, by all means. I will clean your face up with a soft, sterile cloth. It’s so nice to be completely clean, isn’t it?

CBT

Cock and ball torture. It’s the torture part of it that makes you shrivel, isn’t it? Well let me lay it out now: you are going to leave my clinic with your treasure fully intact. I may have a huge step-by-step castration poster on the wall, but really. When I show up with a peice of string, a handful of clothespegs, a metal comb, and a smile, I intend to delight you and transport you into a level of sensation that you can’t get from humping the washing machine. Give me your tender parts for an hour, I will get to work on that place you hold most dear, administering sensations ranging from tingles to tears.

At the very light end of the scale, pricks of pleasure run through you when I lightly drag a metal comb or pinwheel across you. A pleasant scratching. One level up, the string wraps around you, holding you at attention, tightly. Constricting you, so it feels as though I am gripping you at all times. Ready for more? The pegs clip on, slowly, all over. I have all sizes and strengths, and some are nice and some are nasty. Further on, I attach a tiny skirt around your sack which I can attach a range of weights to, in order to pull you down, down down down. This is a very stretchy organ, with a quick recovery time. So it may hurt now, but it’s worth it darling. How many lbs can you carry on your balls? Come to me to experiment.

My favourite new toy was given to me by a nice boy who fashioned a smother box for me, and added a humbler to the gift package. Oh what fun! This device allows the wearer to remain in an all-fours position, whether crawling on the floor or tumbled into his back, legs in the air. The balls are caught between two peices of wood, which are screwed together at the back of the thighs, so the straighter you stand, the further it pulls. It’s amazing the things that excite me nowadays. Picture a boy on his knees, collared at the neck with a chain dangling down his body attached to another loop at his prick, and decorated with a humbler, vigorously scrubbing filth off the skirting boards in my living room. My stars.

Now we slide further up the scale of torture. If needles make you uneasy, skip this paragraph. There is someting about peircing skin that is very intimate. I am managing someone’s pain, sliding small skewers through flesh like butter, sewing them up with needle and thread, changing their shape using tiny metal tools. Why?? Because you can handle it. Because you can take the pain I give you. You get a release when you scream, when you give away your right to comfort.

Can I take your further? Saline infusions, what a world of pain, confusion, and total lack of control. I feed the solution into you through a tube (I’ve been trained to administer this treatment) and inflate your bag to a hilarious size.

I haven’t even got to ball busting! There really is so much I can go on about torturing the cock and balls, that it will have to wait.

Saline Infusion Tutorial – A Domme Learns From A Dom

TRIGGER WARNING: if language around piercing squicks you out, this may not be your idea of  leisurely reading.

Look down and see your body manipulated into shapes you can’t comprehend. Your testicles bulge grotesquely, your tiny cock disappearing into the freakish deformity I have made out of your bag. Your breasts swell wantonly, inviting my gaze to rest there. How did you get in this predicament? How did you allow yourself to give away control of your body? I have penetrated you and made you into a clownish caricature of both masculinity and femininity for my amusement. Your junk slips out of lace panties but you fill out the bra perfectly. From here, anything can happen. You are safe under my skilled hands.

Saline infusion in the testicles was originally a medical procedure to check for irrecularities in the scrotum. With the skin stretched and the tesicles out of the way, a light was shone into the ballsack, where any lumps or inflamations would show up as dark spots. So there’s a short history lesson for you.

I have been trained by MasterTony to administer this transformative exercise. His sadistic clinic is cosy and impressively equipped. He smiles with genuine pleasure upon greeting me at his door, happy to be sharing a skill that he says is close to his heart. Our test subject is a little nervous, since we are going to be injecting his treasure with foreign substances, but he has done this before and trusts MasterTony to be safe and sane.

I watch him closely as he hooks up the IV tube to the saline bag, clipping in the butterfly syringe. Black latex gloves snap on (why are some colours so sexy?), and then a good application of alcohol swabs to sterilize the ball sack. He pulls the skin out and away from the testicles, because we don’t want anything going in there. The needle is short enough to stay in the sack and not stick into any place it shouldn’t.

The physical pain? Comparative with razor burn. The psychological pain? That all depends on who’s inflating you and how you want to feel.

MasterTony and I chat catheter play and suction pumps as the sub’s ball bag fills up. He takes 200cl in under 20 minutes, which I’m surprised to see since I’d heard that it can take hours. He’s drunk a lot of water and had a full meal not long before, so that helps things along. The cock ring does also its job well. Once the saline bag is emptied enough, MasterTony removes the syringe. An itty bitty dribble of liquid seeps out, and he stoppers up the entry point with some PoliGrip and a small bandage. The sub is delighted with his strange new toy, squishing it around and bouncing it back and forth.

MasterTony explains that if I were to give breasts to someone, multiple injections with a syringe would be the fastest way. I can imagine really toying with someone’s head as I slowly stick in each dose, gradually pumping them up and turning them into my big-tittied fuckpet. Oh my. A girl can certainly dream.

After the tutorial, I made a fully satisfying trip to Medical Mart. I am proud to say that I am all set up and ready to fill up all the sissy sluts, slaves and masochists that have the balls to be strapped on to my transformation table. How big is your desire?