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Chastity Reprogramming

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For the past two months, I’ve had a very good boy in chastity, both physical and mental. He had approached me about his uncontrollable masturbatory urges, and under my guidance, he has not masturbated the entire time. I’ve allowed release of sorts, but they have not been phallus-oriented at all. After all, sexual pleasure always starts in the mind first.

Chastity is one of my favorite forms of play. Keyholding an excellent way of playing with someone from afar (important during this pandemic era) and a fun way to stay enmeshed in somebody’s mind even when you are not there. Men are so frequently controlled by their sexual urges, and we all know these urges cause them to make many, many stupid choices. Keeping a chastity device on a man ensures that those sexual urges are kept within my reign, so at least those stupid choices are ones of my choosing. 😉

Men are easy to control once you have control of their cocks.

Here I am controlling a man by his cock!! Taken at one of my favorite places in the world, the English Mansion.

With that in mind, I find mental reprogramming to be one of the most entertaining aspects of chastity. Introducing new fetishes to an already horny, pent up brain is so easy. Convincing the poor chastised fellow to explore embarrassingly humiliating activities is a snap. Making him become the slut he never thought he could be is a close reality.

Back to the boy in chastity. I call him ob, short for “overalls bitch” (yes, he does have an overalls/shortalls fetish). I’ve been ordering ob to regularly journal about his experiences since he has started serving me. I love reading my submissives’ journal entries because it’s a great way for me to explore their mind and understand them better, and also it’s an excellent outlet for them to understand themselves as well. I’m a huge advocate of journaling in nearly every single situation.

And these journal entries… I’ve been having a delight reading them and knowing that I, as his key holder, am the sole cause of all his depravities. Seeing how his mind has been changing these past couple of weeks. Watching him delve deeper and deeper into the depths of perversion. Turning him out into a true, degenerate slut. What joys!

Enough of my description. I’ll just let you read his submission journal now. Enjoy!


Submission Journal – Lunch with Daddy 07.30.2020

It has been 41 days and almost 16 hours at the time of this writing since I have been allowed to orgasm or even touch myself. I awoke wearing my new Carhartt WIP overalls and black muzzle with a painful erection in chastity this morning. Daddy had instructed me to lock myself the prior to sleeping last night, and I was able to calm myself and get my cage on in about 15 minutes. I was told I had 30 minutes, and I put the yellow sticky reading “Daddyʼs Little Cocksucker” next to my caged clit, which Daddy reminded me is all I have today.

Because if you can’t use your cock, you might as well use your holes!

The morning didn’t start off well when I was informed my brotherʼs schedule had cleared this morning and he would be at home until noon. I still set about everything, not quite knowing when I would have the opportunity to sneak out. I had already tried to get my chastity on once I was wearing my new plug harness and getting the larger ring of the harness over my chastity, and neither had worked.

After my shower, I carefully dried my device, with a piece of toilet paper inside the cage at the tip, and lubed up the vibrating plug and used the same purple rope to harness the plug to me. I am getting better at tying the rope harness, and this secured the plug deeper inside of me while I was walking, although in all instances Iʼve worn this plug it is all the way at depth while sitting. Today I could feel the tip against my prostate as I walked, depending on the position of the plug / rope at that moment.

I put on the dri-fit t-shirt I had picked out and basketball shorts and went and sat down at the kitchen table. The angle of the high-top seats drive the plug deep and I was adjusting it in my ass as he walked downstairs, lol. He was heading down to work out and I saw my opportunity. Once he was downstairs and the music was going, I went upstairs and put on my leather shortalls, heading out the garage door.

I texted Daddy and I was on my way. The seat in my ** presses hard against the plug while I drive, meaning I feel every little bump and dip in the road in my asshole. It was not as bad as the last time I drove to the same mall, but it was still unpleasant. I knew where I wanted to go in the mall, but that did mean I needed to walk all the way across the mall to get there from where I parked. I could have parked on that side, but chose to park as far from my destination as possible.

The looks that you get when youʼre wearing leather shortalls are frequent, but brief. I have zero conversational evidence of this, but Iʼm convinced that people are 100% certain Iʼm gay, and may think it insensitive to stare, although plenty of people do that too. My leather shortalls fit me very well, except the bib / back is too wide, that close to perfection. The feeling of the fabric, even though it is fake, turns me on. It has a certain stretch / feel when it is cold, similar to when it hangs in my air-conditioned closet. When the fabric gets hot it has this wonderful warm feel that is distinguishably different and the fabric stretches slightly more.

I’ve discovered through this process that I am much more an exhibitionist than I thought. The excitement I have from wearing a plug in public is something. More than that, I’ve discovered how things I wasnʼt really into but maybe fantasized about sometimes when I was very horny are deep sexual desires. I really have not been into anal play in the past; I am currently craving, and have been for weeks, to have my asshole filled / vibrated. The mere thought makes me press hard against my cage.

As I’ve mentioned to Daddy, I’ve had two cocksucking dreams in three nights, which is now five. I think the desire to have my ass and mouth stuffed is a psychological reaction from accepting that my clit is no longer a cock, to be used like a man’s organ. When pleasure is taken from the one instrument of sexual pleasure I have ever indulged, it really only took maybe 4 weeks for me to seek sexual pleasure in another way, namely through both of my holes. I’ve accepted taking pleasure from others cumming inside of me, rather than me being allowed to cum, I am never allowed to cum.

The treasure hunt was relatively uneventful, which was a fear of mine since the moment Daddy mentioned it. It was the case that everyone in the store looked at me holding a pair of womenʼs overalls, shortalls, and a white and green striped skirtall. Just another adult male in leather shortalls and sandals, taking selfies holding other pairs of overalls, a relatively normal Thursday morning at the mall? I knew my choice of mall was the true saving grace – the other malls in ** do not have the same mix of staff / shoppers in terms of social norms. I was glad Daddy didn’t make me purchase any overalls for her, that would have been a far more intimate interaction.

Overalls treasure hunt success!

With my task complete, I headed to lunch at **. The walk to the restaurant was full of more double takes. The hostess asked me if I would prefer indoor or outdoor seating and I asked for outdoor. I carefully sat down, allowing the plug to push 100% to depth as I sat, which made me press against my cage as the hostess handed me the menu.

The server said hello and took my drink / food order and then after it was delivered I connected with Daddy. She looked so perfect in the A&F overalls I had paid for her to wear on our lunch date. After being denied for more than 40 days, the stimulation at the moment was overwhelming. My clit was pressing against my cage, the plug was at depth and the vibrations were constant for the entire time Daddy and I were on Skype. The feeling of the faux leather and the resistance from the bib and straps of my shortalls as well as Daddy dressed so sexy for me made my clit twitch and tingle.

This was the part of the day I was most nervous about – what would Daddy say in public and how many people would hear. I knew what I was in for when the first thing she said was, “Hi overalls bitch, look at you dressed in your pervert overalls!” The social distanced nature of the lunch meant that other tables had trouble hearing me, but the servers did come to the table twice when Daddy was saying something terribly embarrassing and I saw a laugh and smile from one of them one time.

Once, the server looked like they would come to the table as Daddy said something to the effect of, “What we really need is for you to suck the cock of a man in overalls, it would be such easy access with the zipper on the front.” The sexual rush from hiding so many things for so long, then being caged and plugged in public, and being publicly reminded that you are a dirty cocksucker while dressed like a pervert is something I will always remember, the intensity still lingers in my mind.

I paid the bill and stood up, carefully to make sure the plug did not fall out, as it continued to vibrate. The walk through the mall on the way out wasnʼt bad, the mall was quite a bit busier now. I paid the parking and headed to my ** to drive home. The seat in my ** pushes the plug I am wearing that day to depth, and I filled my cage as I sat down.

The drive home was the same 35 minutes of bouncing and thrusting on the plug, and I kept touching the fake leather fabric of the bib as I drove. I knew I was about to have an expensive afternoon but I was going to get to see Daddy wearing all kinds of overalls for me. We had confusion about what it means to be “plugged in” but after clearing that up, the Skype time was on.

Daddy answered again in the A&F overalls from lunch. For the duration of this session, each time Daddy touched her overalls, changed out of them, buckled in / out, touched herself, pulled the overalls over her ass or walked with the computer staring at her bibbed chest, I pushed hard against my cage. I was stiff inside my metal prison for 1 hour and 8 minutes.

The fit of basically every pair was totally amazing, we were both very happy about that. Seeing Daddy wearing all of those overalls was unbelievable, the dark flared leg Madewell and pink satin overalls, of course, stood out. The pink satin overalls selfie I received after our session has been something I have looked at no fewer than 15 times a day since Thursday.

These overalls are officially now my beach overalls. Wearing them over my bikini the other day felt sooooo good.

Our time was up and I said goodbye, wanting it to go on forever, of course. I had a fantastic remainder of my day, thinking of my day with Daddy often throughout. It was the culmination of two fantasies. The first, and most intense, is my desire to have zero control over what I wear for that day. Daddyʼs overalls fetish uniquely positions her to accomplish this in a way that I have dreamed about for a very long time.

The second, less intense and more terrifying fantasy is to have my overalls fetish outed in a public, yet discreet and totally embarrassing way. If I’m plugged and caged, all the better. I have referenced this several times in my shopping with Daddy fantasies.

All in all, fantastic day that I will never forget. On both of our Skype session days, my mood is euphoric afterwards and during. My mood naturally is somewhat depressed the next day but not in a way that is worrying or impactful at all, and totally expected given the high of the high from the days before.

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A Femdom Week

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I’ve had a busy, busy, busy week, which means lots of boner material for you degenerate sickos to jerk off to. 😉

First off, some of the screencaps from my recent shoot with Men Are Slaves are up! I had been invited by my good friend Domina Helena Locke to shoot for them last week and was excited to see what directorial wickedness she could come up with. I always have such a good time shooting with a fellow Domme at the helm because it’s a fun insight into other Mistresses’ kinky imaginations.

I’m a spit Daddy! From “The Package: Part I”

I had a particularly fun time during our very first scene. The premise is such: I catch a man stealing my car. I abduct him, tying him up and throwing him in the trunk of my car. The scene starts with me dragging him out, ready to punish him. A hilarious beatdown ensues (hilarious for me, at least).

Looking oh-so-pleased with myself. Who wouldn’t be during an abduction? 😉

I think the clips came out well! The screencaps are hot as fuck, at the very least. The sub for the scene, Rubber Camille, did a great job taking the pain and being a scared little bitch (not that he had to fake being scared…). Bullying comes naturally to me, and I love high energy humiliating beatdowns. I was really in my element. Take a watch and let me know what you think!

I mean, how hot is this? My combat boots needed a good bootlicking after this.

This past week has also been a week of pretty great articles – all the better for you to internet-stalk me with.

First off, Elise Graves wrote an excellent blog post about our first shoot together. As some of you may know, she and I have been shooting and playing with each other for the past couple of months now. She’s an incredible bondage top with a history of bottoming for some pretty hardcore scenes in the past. She had taken a break from bottoming for a couple of years and was beginning to explore it again during our shoot. I was simultaneously humbled, honored, and intimidated that she had asked me to top her for a couple of scenes, even before we had met in person. Topping someone as experienced as her can be a very big task, but I was ready to do my best.

So imagine my surprise when, during the shoot, Elise’s previously unmentioned claustrophobia begins to set in while she is spread eagle in a canvas straitjacket. I would never have expected someone with so much experience both in and out of bondage to be claustrophobic, but there it was. Life throws you curveballs sometimes. (And thinking about it in retrospect, it makes sense: perhaps being scared of something creates a bit of a desire to be in control of it. I’m also a bit claustrophobic as well.)

The post is about Elise working through her claustrophobic demons, and I highly recommend reading it for an unseen behind-the-scenes of what can really go on during shoots. It’s a fascinating insight into the anxieties that can run through one’s mind during moments of heavy play. I was so impressed with her tenacity in confronting her fears in the name of kink.

And here’s another picture from the shoot just because they’re all so great. Look at his scared lil bitch expression! How adorable.

And finally, check out this interview I did for a forced bi website! There’s plenty of wank fodder for all you cock gobblers here (and I know there are a lot of you), so go ahead and jerk off to the concept of me forcing you to rim another man’s asshole. Enjoy!

Is that a BBC in my pocket or am I just excited to see you?

On top of that, I’ve had some wild sessions in the past week. Needless to say, my arms are sore from the extensive whippings I’ve done and my combat boots have been getting the right sort of bloody patina they need (I’m just kidding, but not really), and I couldn’t be happier about it. Busily kinky is the best sort of week.

And that’s it for today, sluts. If this really got your horny bones rarin’ and you want more BTS of my sessions or hot exclusive photos, subscribe to my AVN Stars or OnlyFans for regular updates throughout the week. 😉

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Now introducing…domination specials for practice dummies!

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I know, I know. I have always said that domination is a luxury and that I will never do special rates for anybody or any activity. I still believe it, however…there are always activities I would love more practice on!

Given that my personal practice interests tend to be on the heavier side of things, I don’t get as much play and practice with these activities as I would like and am now offering specials to be my test dummies for a couple of specific activities. These activities are currently single-tail whippingsuturing (medical play), and rope suspension bondage. From month to month, I may change up which activities are available for practice dummy rates depending on my mood or comfort with these activities.

So here’s what you probably want to know the most: how much of a discount is it? These sessions will be a whopping $100 off the hourly tribute (which, if you have sessioned with me, you will know is quite a significant price difference).

Here are the requirements to fall under test dummy session:

  1. The session must consist solely of the single activity you have requested. This means it will be entirely single-tail whipping, or entirely suturing, or entirely rope suspension bondage. There will be no variant or multiples upon these activities (ie: I will not do a session of both whipping or suturing, or whipping and rope suspension, etc.)
  2. The session does not involve any other fetish activities or requests. Anything additional will fall in the realm of standard session, and therefore, tributed like a standard session.
  3. The session is a one-hour minimum session.

A caveat: since these are purely practice dummy sessions, I will not be dressing up in fancy domination gear as this is my own personal practice time. It will just be me, wonderfully plain ol’ me in street clothes and my devious self. And also, to reiterate: I will not be accepting any requests for fetishes outside of the prescribed test dummy activities as the session will immediately become normally tributed.

Since these are heavier sessions, please ensure that you are in good health before enquiring about these specific activities. Should you safeword out of practice dummy-ing, the session will end at my discretion. I have no intention of wasting my time by  going lightly (particularly with single-tailing).

Here are some more details on what I’m looking for in practice dummy applicants:

  • Single-tail whipping: high pain tolerance (or the willingness to reach that 😉 ), no previous issues with fainting or epilepsy, ability to take marks on back, ass, and genitalia
  • Suturing: high pain tolerance for needles, ability to take sutures on genitalia/crotch region, chest/belly, and although not necessarily, would love to be able to suture your lips! If you are open to suturing in even more areas (hands, toes, whatever), even better. I will be removing the sutures at the end. Obviously, no fear of needles…
  • Rope suspension bondage: flexible with no joint or mobility issues. Please stretch thoroughly before coming to see me.

I may be referring to videos, my phone, or books for guidance during these practice dummy specials. This is, after all, a practice session. I am merely using your body for my suitable purposes. What this should also alert to you is that again, this is not a standard session. I will not be seducing you or engaging with you in any way outside of what is necessary within my practice. It will be informal, and we may chat a bit. Again, I reiterate that this is not a standard session.

That’s it for now! Should I think of anything else to add on to my requirements or limitations, I will be editing this post at a later date. Standard booking procedure applies.

Sounds like this is up your alley? Well then, I’m looking forward to using your flesh…

Book your session now.

xoxo Never yours,
An Li
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Behold, a Blessed Visit from Australia: Mistress Servalan!

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My wonderful slaves, bitches, and sluts – I am so pleased to announce that Mistress Servalan of Sydney, Australia will be visiting Los Angeles in November! We will be taking doubles on November 16th only, so be sure to plan in advance for this rare and divine opportunity to session with a classic and skilled Femdom.

As you may recall, I visited Sydney in February and took doubles and sessions with Ms. Servalan in her gorgeous and well-equipped dungeon. To say that I had a blast would be an understatement. I loved playing side-by-side with someone as skilled and wickedly cunning as her. From pure bondage to heavy corporal punishment (you should see her collection of tawses!) to full crossdressing and sissification and everything in between, Mistress Servalan showed me how kinky Sydney could be and made my first trip an incredible experience. I played, learned, and found camaraderie with this incredible Dominatrix and keep memories from Sydney close to my heart.

One of my favorite moments during our many sessions in Sydney was our tandem caning. As some of you may already know, Mistress Servalan has an incredible caning technique. (In fact, my first or second year at DomCon, I had taken her bastinado class and found it delightfully informative and wicked. I remember watching her giggle as she caned the soles of her slave and thinking to myself, “That is a woman who loves what she does.”) As she took her first cane stroke down onto our submissive, I found myself in awe. I had never witnessed anyone cane a slave with such force, accuracy, efficiency, and finesse as she had. I could see the pure strength in her body as she swung! At that moment, I knew I was in for a real treat – classic Female Domination done with skill and excellence.

As we started caning, we developed a rhythm, working alongside each other to obliterate our subby’s ass. At one point, she paused to examine our marks on his body. Meticulous parallel canestrokes decorated his derriere, just the way we liked it! And of course, you know we ended up breaking skin. 😉

Words could really not emphasize how blessed Los Angeles is to have Mistress Servalan in town, all the way from sunny Sydney, Australia. Her prowess is internationally known and it is only right that we give her a warm welcome…with a slave’s ass, of course.

November 16th – one day only to book a double with the two of us. Don’t miss out or else you’ll spend the rest of your miserable life thinking of what could have been!

Book your session now.

xoxo Never yours,
An Li