Unfortunately I won’t be attending the UK Adult Film & TV Awards tonight as I have an appointment to get my lips done tomorrow and I don’t want to risk having to miss it (again!).

The upside to this is that I’ll be available for webcam shows and via DirectCam from 7PM - see my AdultWork profile for more info or to book a show!

Hi guys as some of you may know, alongside my modelling work I have been training to be a Mistress under the alias of Princess Kaz. This has in cluded but is by no means limited to femdom, ballbusting, slave trainging and sissy training and light bdsm.

Well it’s been a fascinating couple of months with so many interesting twists and turns it’s been tricky trying to decide which bits to blog about!

But anyway this blog follows a ballbusting session today along with my thoughts. I hope you enjoy reading it!

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In my opinion this is a question every Mistress, Princess or power hungry bitch should ask their victim before connecting knee or boot with ballsack.

After all, a ballbusting session is an activity or sexual practise like any other – you wouldn’t go straight into a game of fellatio going at it like hammer and tongs would you? One might warm up slowly, building the sensation as you go along with the ocasional surprise thrown in for good measure! A little bit of teasing to build the anticipation along the way before you push them harder, testing their limits and boundaries before finding what makes them tick and how much pain they REALLY want.

I know a lot of guys lay on the bravado in e-mails and claim they can take a lot of punishment when in fact if you went beyond the tease level and actually hurt them, they would curl up into the foetal position and beg for mercy! Not to mention the pussies that love to talk about it but don’t have the balls to go through with it. Maybe they’ve been busted one too many times.

So considering this and also that everyone’s pain threshold and limits are different, surely all Mistresses would insist on and adhere to safewords as well as discussing limits before a session?

Apparently not according to my ballbustee *Pip who visited today and various other slaves I’ve interrogated.

After wiping the rather large pool of spunk from his chest after our ballbusting session, Pip relaid to me a couple of his personal ballbusting disasters, which whilst hilariously funny were a touch disturbing considering these were so-called professionals he was visiting,

One account was of a girl who opened the door, kicked him straight in the nuts as a greeting and managed to have him doubled over and writhing in pain before he had even entered the house. Another he told me instantly pulled out a studded bat and began beating him until he was contorted in pain and unable to move, yet dispite using his safeword the Mistress refused to stop!

I guess it’s not just us ladies who need to be careful with our safety! With this in mind my thought of the day is that there should always be a safeword with no exception. If you ask to not have one you are a moron but fortunately only a risk to yourself.
Secondly, if this is to be your first session with a new Mistress then tell her what your limits are and don’t be afraid to admit you don’t have a massively high tolerance/pain threshhold. Lets face it – you’re going to look more of a pussy when your weeping on the floor and clutching your danglies which now resemble a bowl of rotten fruit!

Anyway - enough about my thoughts. Let me tell you about my session with Pip today.

When Pip arrived I grilled him on his recent experiences and then ordered him to strip naked before playing a little warm up game to ensure he didn’t pass out on me from any sudden shocks.

His preferred method of busting was to be kneed and kicked in his dangly bits, so making him stand up straight with his legs apart I started to test his endurance. Building up from a soft knee in the balls, I worked up to a swift hard kick until I felt his body beginning to buckle. At this point I would remind him that he was a pussy and told him to lie on the floor whilst I trampled on his back and slid my heel into his mouth so he could worship my sexy killer shoes. Next I put the shoes to practise with him laying on his front and also in the doggy position, in which he could control himself much better in it seemed.

Soon he showed signs of reaching his limits so I suggested we both take a break and I sat on his face which made an adequate resting place whilst I regained my energy.

Curious as to why slapping and twisting (etc) were not favourites of his, I gently flicked both his balls with my fingernail and gave them a little slap to which he squirmed a great deal even to the tiniest of provacation. My curiosity sated, I allowed him some rubbing with the platform of my shoe to soothe those heavy balls before administering a few more kicks!

I started to tease Pip as I kicked his balls about how heavy and full of cum his sacks looked, when to my surprise he ejaculated a huge load of cum all over his chest! I think we were only 20 or 25 minutes into the session and we agreed that he would certainly need more practice to achieve his dream of lasting for a whole hour!

So what is dominance about? Is it when someone places their trust in your hands to take advantage of that trust and beat them senseless? Is it to ignore their preferences because you are the Mistress, you are right and you must display not only totalitarian control but an all consuming need to break, devour and destroy any creature that so much as dares to do anymore than breathe louder than permitted?

Female domination as I see it is a sexy and sensual thing, which whilst it doesn’t cross pain and brutality off the menu, it shouldn’t be limited to them either. Yes she has power and you will do her bidding because you want to please her. She deserves obedience and loyalty, but also you fear that if you piss her off too much she may stop what she’s doing or even worse won’t invite you back for a follow up punishment!

You are handing over the power because you trust this enticing female to explore, toy with and push your boundaries a little but return you to a state of clarity that doesn’t have you crawling under your bed and refusing to come out for a week.

She has your trust and very possibly your balls in her hands. She can break you and scar you either mentally of physically and sure, this is part of the thrill! However in having that trust should she appreciate that it’s probably taken rather a lot of balls (no pun intended) to offer them up? …or instead lose herself in an almighty power trip of violence – forgetting to ask if you have quite enough kids already or what you’d like engraved on your headstone.

Is powerplay and dominance a purely physically thing for you or does it turn you on more to have your mind toyed with, and your social expectations turned upside down?

It’s fairly obvious where my thoughts lie, but I’m intrigued to know how other people think. If you have any useful and relevant points to make I’d be intrigued to hear them.

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Today I had a supposed subservient slave around who was here to help me with chores and tasks, and other than that to keep his head down and not cause me extra work.

Well it appears that said slave couldn’t help himself after reading one of my recent blogs and like a pathetic incessant child pleaded with me to give myself an enema and then allow him to drink it from my asse!

The audacity of such a request let alone in my time!

I do not suffer fools gladly so swiftly informed him that as he was such a fan of shit I had the perfect job for him.

I handed him a scoop and a carrier bag and pointed him in the direction of my cats litter trays. I have 6 cats at present and the little darlings don’t like to get their little paw-paws cold in the winter and stay inside a lot more - guaranteeing he had more than his fill of shit!

After all being the merciful mistress I am, it felt only fair to offer a good compromise.

Another job he greatly enjoyed was sniffing piles of socks to test their stinkyness for customers and sorting them into piles marked “Very stinky” and “need to be worn on the treadmill for a bit longer!”

I’ve agreed that Shittysocksniffer boy may return for more of the same but I’ve drawn the line at his request to clean the kitties bottoms for them - I think they can take care of that themselves!

I’m currently in the process of recruiting slaves to assist me with my day to day work and errands and it’s been an interesting process so far surfing through applications of potential slaves.

I’ve was amazed at the response my ad received - especially considering the pay is non existent and I can be a bitch to work for! The only slight issue however was a couple of the applicants didn’t really understand what subservient means! For the record if you are a subservient slave, you are loyal, obedient and do as asked, not request a list of rewards or punishments! :D

I have now agreed for a couple of slaves to come and do a trial run to test their obedience, efficiency and endurance. However I’m currently in the process of looking for a more skilled slave that can help with major DIY such as flooring. If anyone reading this fancies being my slave for a day (or longer if you do well) then drop me a message and I will send you a questionnaire. I am particularly interested in hearing from someone who has access to a floorsander!

Or if anyone has one they can lend/hire please get in touch!

I’ll keep you updated
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After finding me on Adultworks The Collector cam all the way from the Emerald Isle to shoot my first enema experience today!

I’ve always wanted to try a colonic after hearing about the many health benefits and I’ve always liked a bit of anal as well as new experiences.

The Collector explained that my insides would be filled up using an enema bag and then I would visit the little girls room and begin the detox!

So I took the silver bullet and inserted it into my little hole and bit by bit filled up with warm water - bouncing my bum to ensure the water circulated well. My stomache soon became very full of water and I felt light headed but finally the bag was empty so I dashed off to the loo!

The Royal Mail managed to start banging on the door just as I was making my way to the loo - ignoring them I ran to the bathroom!

One rather fun trick I discovered was that pressing different points of my tummy would fire off a jet of water - maybe it could be the ultimate weapon in unarmed combat!

British Gas also turned up at one point - had they been bloody tipped off or something! So I answered the door wearing a towel and sweetly told them to come back another day as I had ‘company’.

Throughout the afternoon I was filled with 4 bags of water from the vintage rubber enema bags the collector makes until finally I was squirting out water as clear and pure as moutain spring water, and my colon is now so clean you could eat your dinner off it!

My skin is glowing,my tummy feels fantastically flat and my bum is pretty fuckable right now - wouldn’t you say?

Next I’ll be heading over to jolly Ireland to find out what other tricks the Collector has in store for me!

Stay tuned.