I am Mistress Veronica, and I RULE YOUR MIND.

My forays into Hypnosis and Hypnotic Domination of men is serving me quite well. After discovering a secret passage in our family estate, leading to my grandmother’s dungeon, I am quickly surpassing even her formidable skills as a Mistress of Hypnosis.

In six short months I have built for myself, a veritable army of slaves numbering in the dozens, All have various tasks — and all DO MY BIDDING

This is Karl. My favorite.

Karl is a big burly former biker who now does my laundry, cooks my dinners,  and cleans out my ass — with his tongue (which is quite long). Karl is not permitted to speak, and can only answer me by nodding his head “yes” –or shaking his head “no”. Needless to say, he never shakes his head.

Often times, I send Karl out to find me new slaves. Pretty boys to be my toys. It’s quite simple for Karl to pick them up like ragdolls, and bring them to my dungeon. There, they are BRAINWASHED. Either as sissy panty boys, brute labor, sexual playthings, or human ATM machines.

Mistress likes ALL her needs taken care of.

Whether it’s keeping my pussy wet and happy, or keeping my wallet filled with cash. Don’t call me if you don’t wish to hear my voice. My voice will capture you. My words will ensnare you. I can bring you to the height of pleasure, or to the bottom of pain and degridation at MY WHIM.

Don’t call me. I am warning you. If you call me, then I know you are my slave. So if you don’t wish to become my slave, then you shouldn’t even THINK ABOUT CALLING ME.

Don’t — CALL ME  — NOW!

If you have read this far, then I have already begun introducing you into a trance.

Take the next step and CALL ME.

Mistress Veronica - 1-888-802-8584

Your Mistress Veronica has been very busy these last six months learning the techniques of Hypnosis. After discovering my grandmother’s secret journals, I learned that she was a Hypno-Domme of great renown in the old country. Needless to say, I busied myself with the task of learning her techniques, and what I have found is truly mind-fucking.

Your Mistress is now more powerful than ever! Last month, I finally and quite successfully enslaved a young man I will call “Andy”. Andy used to be an up and coming record producer, at the height of his career. He was a magnificent bastard, who was used to calling the shots! Not any more.

Now “Candy” is a a little cum slut slave. SHE enjoys prancing around my dungeons in diapers and a little girl’s party dress. SHE is an expert cocksucker, who giggles when she’s pissed on. SHE is no longer capable of speaking anything other than girlie-girl baby talk.

SHE is my slave, because I made her that way through the powers of hypnosis. I can do this to anyone.

I can do this to YOU.

Call me — if you DARE!

Call me NOW!

Mistress Veronica

888-802-8584

If you know me, you know I loooove my cigars.  And not just any cigars…it’s Cubans for me, Baby.  At no risk to me, of course, lol…that’s what my sluts are for.  I have a nice little bitch who travels to Cuba regularly.  And smuggling is something he loves to hate.  He’s scared shitless, but he’s more afraid of refusing me.  He loves the fact that he is hard as rock from the time he time he arrives at the airport unti the time he makes his delivery to me…thinking about serving his Mistress and the possiblilty of getting caught excite my little pet beyond anything he has ever experienced before.  It no doubt helps that he has a Cuban shoved up his asshole.  His orders are to take care of his “butt plug” as soon as he arrives at the airport, while on the phone with me throughout the insertion process.  Ha ha, the thought of him standing in a stall, pants around his ankles working a cigar up his ass trying to keep his voice low as he describes it going in and what he’s feeling. Unfortunately for him, try as he might to control himself, he has yet to get through the insertion process without cumming all over himself like a little bitch…which he pays for later, believe you me.  NONE of my bitches are to cum without my permission and, lol, I don’t give it very often.

As soon as he arrives back in the city, he comes immediately to me…it’s his problem to explain to his wife where he is between when his plane arrives and when he finally arrives at home.  I take special pleasure in the times when he is travelling with his conservative wife. Every aspect of his servitude becomes more complex…obtaining the cigars, keeping her from finding out, coping with a hard-on that won’t quit and having to excuse himself at the airport to make the delivery.  What a little scumbag!

But the best part is when he arrives at my loft with the goods.  First order of business is presenting me with my new stash of Cubans.  Then off with his clothes and onto his knees before his Mistress.  After he licks my boots clean for whatever period of time I am in the mood for on that day, he knows he has to perform for me…to turn around, pull his cheeks apart and force that cigar out, no hands allowed.  Nasty pig that he is, I think he hates to feel it go.  Then, as a reward for his successful delivery, we enjoy a nice smoke together.  Of course, I’m not entirely sure if he enjoys his Cuban as much as I do mine, lol.  But it’s not his place to complain to me about his cigar being “shitty,” is it?  As we smoke, he remains on his knees and I can watch and laugh at his pathetic hard cock twitching and glistening with precum in anticipation.  It’s his job to be watching my cigar burn and when the ash is getting ready to fall, he is by my side, mouth open, to catch it.  And no slacking off on smoking his specially flavored cigar, either.  Every infraction carries a penalty.  The length of time it takes to smoke a superb cigar gives him plenty of time for thought and to take whatever punishment I choose to dish out for having cum in the airport.

When I’m through with my smoke, it’s time for him to pour me a nice glass of Bruichladdich 40 year-old-whiskey, a tribute from one of my other sluts, and go fetch his dish.  It is a pretty sorry sight, I tell you, to see him crawling toward me, dish in his mouth, cock waggling around.  When he reaches me, I pour him a little splash to lap up like a good doggie and wash down those ashes.  He’s a lucky dog if I’m in need of a piss…more to quench his thirst.

And, well, then it’s time for me to give him his “kiss” goodbye for the delivery visit…hmm, where to put out this spent cigar?  This is what he has had to ponder during our smoke…what part of him I use.  He knows he has to choose carefully, anticipating what might please me on a given day.  Because when his choice isn’t entertaining enough, it becomes my choice.  And when that happens, ay carumba, he knows he’s really in for it.  Like last time…lol…I dare you to guess where I put that Cuban out.  That filthy little slut came buckets as soon as it touched the tender skin…haha…more for him to lick up.

So, bright boy, think you know what spot I chose?  Or maybe you have your own tender spot you want me to heat up for you?  Then call me, Bitch.  NOW!

Skylar 1-888-219-3556

It was all so  subtle when it started.  But gradually things evolved.   Sometimes I wonder just how I got so deep into this… It was our second meeting in real life.   This time, at Her house.   After some small talk, one of the first things She made me admit to was my masturbation habit.  Yes, I did it.  I did it a lot.    Pretty much every day, and sometimes several times a day.    She told me that was ok, and that I shouldn’t feel guilty about it…. but she also said that the habit was going to change. “You can play with it all you want this week,”  she said matter-of-factly, “but you aren’t going to have any kind of orgasm at all are you?”. “No, Ma’am.”  I answered, blushing. “And why is that?”, she asked? “Because you are in charge, and it only cums when you say so, Ma’am.” “Good boy!”, she whispered as she pushed me down to my knees, “and now its time to lose those silly clothes,” she laughed. Silently, I pulled my shirt over my head.  I felt like all of my skin was blushing deep red as I removed every stitch, and knelt down, sitting on my heels. “Now we both know that you are a little pervert don’t we?”, she chided. “Yes Mistress.” “And you have a little secret fetish don’t you?” “Yes Mistress”. Her legs were crossed, and she was wearing flip flops.   Her right foot dangled in front of my, and bounced gently left and right.   Her lovely feminine toes were painted bright red, and her skin looked very soft and supple.   I bit my lip.   She started laughing.    I felt my erection stiffen as her lilting laughter rang in my ears. “Why I bet you could just kneel there staring for hours and hours and hours, couldn’t you?” “Yes Mistress” I was mesmerized.  She was my entire universe.  It was as if nothing else…no one else…existed, not even me. “The thing is, I just know there are some more fetishes buried deep in that psyche of yours,”  she explained, smiling, ” Maybe even some that you don’t even know about yet.   See that over in the corner?”,  she pointed her sexy finger toward something on the floor. I could barely bring myself to stop staring at her lovely feet.    My eyes squinted to see something over on the floor.  It was pink. “Go get it,” She commanded. “Yes Mistress.” I got up to walk over… “No! Crawl, you stupid little perv!”, She yelled, shaking Her head. “Yes, Mistress,”  I nervously stammered. I fell down to all fours, and crawled naked over to the corner.   Now I could see.  It was a pair of silky pink panties. “Put them on.”, She commanded. “But….I’m not like that.  I’m not into…”, “FUCK THAT.  Put them on…NOW!!!”.    She quickly picked pulled her coat off the back of Her chair and threw it over Her beautiful feet…blocking them from my gaze. I whimpered a little bit. I sat on my butt and awkwardly pulled the panties over my feet.  I crawled back to my knees and pulled the silky fabric up.   I tried to cover my stiff cock, but it was poking out of the top. “Ha ha ha ha,” she pointed at me… “See, I just knew you were a TOTAL sissy, and its true!” I looked down at the smooth silky fabric stretched tight over my crotch.   Now, I know I was blushing.   And I was even harder. “I bet a lot of boys would think you look sexy in those tight little panties.   Just look at your little stiffie straining to get out!  *giggle*    Now, Get back over here, Sissy-perv,”  she commanded. I quickly crawled back over to Her. “Now lets get one thing straight.    If you EVER disobey or delay in obeying me again….I will NEVER let you see me or my feet EVER AGAIN.   Understand?” I nodded up and down. “What???” “Y-y-ess, Mistress, I totally understand”, I stammered. Just then I felt the coat hit me in straight the face.   She had kicked it at me, and in the process one of her flip flops came off. “See what you made me do??  Get my shoe!”, she exclaimed. I looked around and fumbled through Her coat and found the pink flip-flop. “Yes Mistress”, I held it up in my hand. “Bring it back to me….only hold it by the tip with your teeth”, She commanded. I put the toe end of it into my mouth.   It tasted like dirt…and rubber.   I carefully crawled over to Her, breathing through my nose.   I felt like a dog.   She extended her naked foot toward me, pointing her lovely toes.   I ever-so-carefully, but awkwardly, tried to place it back on Her beautiful foot, but it fell on the floor. “Dumbass…”, she chided. I hurried and picked it back up with my mouth.    I tried again, and this time it slowly slid onto Her soft, supple foot.  As her toes pushed through the front of the flip-flop, I felt my lips brush against them.   Just then, I felt Her other foot kick me in the side of the head. “Don’t you EVER, EVER touch me without permission!!”, she yelled. “Y-y-es Mistress”, I whimpered. “Now back on your knees,” she commanded. Of course I complied.    I felt dizzy, my face was scraped, and I was wearing tight pink panties.   She crossed her legs again, and once again I just stared.   “Now you have two fetishes.  You are way way into feet.  More than is healthy.   And now… you are a sissy crossdresser as well, “  she laughed. “I bet by the end of this month, you will have 10 or 20 fetishes.” She smiled down at me….and I was still staring.   I had a feeling She could probably get me to do almost anything…. Mystic 1-888-651-2127

i sit with Mistress and my heart pounds.

i am amazed at her power as She gushes over the dress i wear.  i have mixed emotions.

Is She pleased with my selection of the dress?  is She pleased with how i look in it?  Is this sissy confection perfect for a sissy diaper baby just like me?

She hands me my bottle full of milk and i immediately start to suck.  Her stern warning that good sissies keep their diapers clean and dry.  i want to keep Her happy but i can already feel it.  The pressure in my bladder seems to build and i try not to panic.

She leads me by the hand and i feel my hear pound.  i trust Her but i’m scared.  She brings me to the middle of the room and then i see it.  It’s the one thing that scares me the most.  I am expected to pose for the camera.  Mistress has an alterior motive that i will learn very soon.  She will teach me the deportment of a two year old sissy and i will do what She commands, but the hypnotic suggestions will ensure that i know i am utterly humiliated.

She has me do different poses showing off the diaper i am wearing.  She has me wearing only one diaper under the diaper cover and it arouses my curiosity.  She enjoys seeing me humiliated and one diaper was less humiliating than the three She normally diapered me together with.

She has me turn and show my pretty diaper cover pulled over my tights.  First she looks at the back and zooms in on what looks like a possible erection forming, or perhaps just the way the diaper is shaped.  Either way, Mistress will make sure her sissy is severly punished later.

I am showing my bottom and i hear “You better now mess that diaper, Mistress will punish you.  No messing your diaper sissy”.

Something about the way she said it terrified me, but i didn’t understand.  I felt the warm mushy glob fill the back of my diaper and it was obvious the camera was recording it as my bum seemed to expand with the mush.  my fear of disobeying Her command nearly overtook me and i nearly wet out of fear alone.

“You dirty little sissy”, she said.  “Sit in it.  You want to shit your diaper, then SIT IN IT!”  The camera is recording and i can only comply.  i sit and feel the mush spread itself all over the inside of my diaper and i realize that this punishment is suitable for a naughty sissy.  i fear that Mistress will make sure i am diapered ever time i come.  i wonder if i will ever be allowed to wear the panties i packed.  i know that it wont be today.  sissy messed it’s diaper and will be punished for it.  Mistress enjoys my torment and she immediatly makes me profess my sin to the camera.

Mistress tells me that She wants me to get on my hands and knees and spred the mush around so that She is satisfied that i am humiliated.  She continues to record but then comes over to me.  i am asked to sit with her on the couch.  i am ready to plead for her forgiveness, but i knw i am not allowed to speak unless spoken to.  She lays me over Her lanp and i feel Her start to paddle my thighs just beneath the diaper.  i see Her vindictive smile as she presses hard against my bottom and spreads the mess further.

i am naughty and deserve Her punishment, but i think being dressed in my prettiest baby dress only makes her want to humiliate me further.  She calls me names and makes it a point to check my diaper then makes me face the camera and show the infantile act to whoever would watch.  Mistress is not satisfied with my punishment. 

She knows that it is a matter of time before i woud have to go home but her intent is to make sure i am utterly humiliated.  She knows that with an hour left of play that enough time is left to ensurethat her sissy is punished for disobedience.  Mistress loved using hypnosis on the sissydiaperbaby because She had full control over it’s disobedience.  She knew it was incapable of obeying because the hypnosis worked in her favor.

             Mistress grabs my handcuffs that i had not had to wear since she was teaching me how to be a good baby.  Now though they are locked around my wrists in the front and double locked.  My pacifier is strapped more tightly around my head and my handcuffs are lifted over my head toward the ceiling.  The hook on the ceiling is just low enough to let me get my cuffs over it if i stood on my tip toes causing pain with my Mary Janes.  Mistress smiles and pulls down my diaper cover and my tights showing only the dirty diaper i am wearing.

The hem of the dress i am wearing is pulled high enough now that the sape of the diaper is clearly seen as well as part of my back and belly. 

             Im feeling the pressure in my bladder and i know that wetting would only add to my shame, but i’m a pathetic sissy incapable now of keeping them dry.  i fidget trying to maintain even a bit of control but Mistress is far more powerful than i am.  It happens again almost as if on command as Mistress walks over to the camera and aims it at her sissy zooming in close my heart is pounding and im nervous.  I hear Her words again and again get the same reaction. 

             “No messing your diaper sissy” She ordered. 

             Another glob pushed its way out and the mass showed movement in the diaper.  I feared further consequences as she walked over and felt the front of my diaper.  My rigid member gives me away and she smiles wickedly. 

             “Do not wet your diaper sissy” she orders and just like last time the flood gates open, only this time in front.  I wet and i can hear the thirsty material try to soak up a near flooding.  I can feel the urine running down my legs from where the diaper leaked and i could see my tights and my diaper cover around my ankles.  i feared leaking into them but was incapable of trying to clean myself. 

             She smiled a satisfied smile as she took the camera from its tripod and walked over closely to zoom in on my full diaper.  She lifts back the diaper to show the camera then shows the camera the evidence of the wetness indicator being gone.  She returns the camera to it’s place and continues with my torment.  She approaches me with a sign and the words written on it say “Im a diapered sissy that cant keep my diapers clean.” I fear her and nearly wet myself as she left me near dangling from the ceiling.  My feet are starting to hurt from the Mary Janes but as a sissy I am required to accept all punishment. 

             I start to hate how confining this baby dress is.  I bought it too small so that I could intentionally show what I was wearing under my dress but now i regretted buying it because of how constricting it was.  Mistress enjoyed seeing me struggle like an animal in a trap. 

             Mistress returns with her paddle and i know none of this is going to be good.  She slaps my thighs first in the front then in the back evenly applying Her punishment.  I can only cry into my pacifier and now it didnt matter if i wet or stayed dry it only mattered that i get punished severely for being a pathetic sissy. After Mistress is sure I have been properly punished I prayed she’d let me down and change me.  Her actions are different.  She removes a diaper from my bag and simply places it over my now wet and messy diaper. 

             Mistress is pleased with my torment and leaves me hanging there and walks out of the room with the camera rolling.  She notes the time and smiles.  Instead of giving me time to chang my diaper she was going to send me home in it.  I would have to wear it for the entire thirty minute drive home.  She pulls the tights back up and gets the diaper cover back in place showing an obvious bulk. 

             My wrists are in agony from hanging from the ceiling and my legs hurt so much i can barely stand.  Mistress makes me crawl over to my bag and grab my street clothes.  Our sessions are private but she enjoyed wondering if the police would stop me on my way home and smell my dirty diaper.  I walk toward the bathroom where I could change my diaper and she stops me. 

             “No changing until I say you can,” she ordered, “You will wear the diaper home under your clothes.” 

             I know its going to be a long drive.

Mystic 1-888-651-2127

This is the story of how the beautiful and seductive Mistress Mystic acquired one of her obedient adoring slave boys.
i first saw Her profile on a web site, and Her words were strongly appealing. She seemed to be a truly dominant woman who knows what she wants and expects from a slave, so i got up the courage to send Her an email, asking if She would consider taking me as a slave. She lives very nearby, so it was exciting to think that it could actually happen, it was even more exciting when a reply came, saying i had permission to contact Her by instant messenger.
After chatting online She instructed me to provide a photo, so i got a digital camera and sent Her a pic. She laughed and said i looked a bit geeky, but said She still might have some use for me as a slave. During our chats and emails She tested my obedience, and found out about my kinky slutty desires, how i get aroused at the thought of being humiliated and degraded and controlled by a woman, thoughts that i never revealed to others. i thought she might be disgusted with what a slutty pervert i am, but it was also exciting because it gave Her so much power over me, knowing my secret kinky cravings which She used to control me. i knew i just had to try to please Her and be totally obedient. i was somewhat intimidated and embarrassed to meet Her.
We met the first time at a local restaurant, and She looked me over and we talked for awhile. i was nervous about saying things as a prospective slave, because other customers might hear. After awhile She decided She might be able to use a slave like me, and She wanted to see my apartment. So i drove home nervously and She followed in Her car.
When i got home i waited for Her by the door, and fumbled for my keys to let us in. She walked in as if She owned it, and i realized that She did, since i was now Her slave. As She stood there i dropped down to the floor and kissed Her feet. She laughed at what a dumb slave i was for doing that without being told, and i was embarrassed and started to get up, but She said “Stay” and pointed to where i was on the floor. “I’m going to look around. When I get back you will be naked on your knees with your nose to the floor.” Then She walked through the living room, surveyed the dining room and kitchen, and went out of sight down the hall toward the bedrooms.
Not sure how long She would be gone, i hurriedly took my clothes off and got into the position as ordered. Then i waited and listened for Her to return. i started to get very nervous and embarrassed, wondering if She had really meant for me to do this, of if She had just been joking. What if I misunderstood what She had said? Was She waiting for me? What would She think when She came back and found me there, naked, ass in the air? But i was pretty sure this was what She had told me to do, so i stayed that way and waited.
Finally i heard her come back into the living room, and She laughed at the sight of me, and said “Aww, what an obedient little slave boy.” i was even more embarrassed, but stayed in that position as She walked and examined me, and then put Her feet next to my face and tapped Her toe. i thought it meant to kiss Her feet, so i started to kiss but She said “I don’t remember giving you permission to kiss my feet slave. Seems like you just have a thing for My feet… always trying to kiss them”. My face turned red, as i quickly put my nose back on the floor. i felt so exposed, not just because I was naked and kneeling at Her feet, but because of how She knew of my slutty perverted desires, and was using them so expertly to humiliate and enslave me. “Now you may kiss My feet slave”, and i eagerly did so.
That was the beginning of my training. In the weeks that followed, Mistress Mystic continued to train me with exercises, assignments, and chores, all designed to strengthen her control over me, and turn me into her completely obedient slave. She uses my apartment as her private dungeon, and i have become Her total dungeon slave, worshiping Her, obeying every command without question, with no limits other than the ones Mistress imposes.

Mystic 1-888-651-2127