Because these canes are made of porous plant material, I go by a “one person, one cane” policy, meaning that each cane is dedicated to be used on just one submissive and is never shared.  At the end of a caning session, I will present the cane to the bottom as a gift for taking their caning.  The submissive might take the cane home as a memento of our time together, or might leave it with me for safe keeping, to be labeled and brought out again at our next session together.

You are not going anywhere, not moving an inch without My permission, My desire.

I have you bound, chained, tied. Completely confined.

You are totally at My mercy.

And we have all night.

Hours upon hours of torment, service, and domination. With some intervals of rest, for you to catch your breath or a few winks of sleep before I decide to use you again.

Is the anticipation killing you?

Contact me at aisforanya <at> g mail <dot> com

Mistress Anya

As many of you know, I had taken down my website for almost a year.  This week, I put it back up with some new content and my updated travel schedule.

I had taken down the site because I prefer to keep a low profile online, for reasons of discretion and safety of  both myself and my clients.  Though my site is now active again, I have taken down many of my older blog posts, and I will not be maintaining this site as a diaristic “blog.”

Rather, my site now has a narrower and more targeted scope: to provide a first point of contact for people curious about seeing me for professional sessions and about my style as a Domina.  Click on the tabs for a list of my some of specialties, my travel schedule, and my amazon wishlist.  For more details and booking, you will need to email me.

Mistress Anya

I always tell my submissives to write me an email after seeing Me. After they have come down from the delicious highs of submission, bondage, and pain, when they are safe at home and have composed themselves, I have them compose a message to Me. They tell Me what thrilled them, what surprised them, what they are eager to try again, what they could do without, what was running through their heads when they were moaning in pleasure. Yes, I love online communication. Now, wonderful as they are, many of these submissives will write Me emails such as “it was great!” with no elaboration. Now, I am a glutton for words and connoisseur (connoisseuse?) of letters. I like a nice long e-pistle, full of juice details and subtle statements of desire that get me scheming ideas for future sessions.

Here’s what My new playmate, Jeff, wrote Me about our recent rendezvous:

Hi Mistress Anya,

Just wanted to shoot you a follow-up e-mail after our session yesterday. I had a great time and wanted to thank you for being so wonderfully attentive. You always made sure I was not in pain (or at least not in the wrong kind of pain) and you read my body language very well and never went beyond what I could handle.

I’d been restrained with rope before, but have never been in the complex type of bondage that you put me into, and it was a blast. I loved being restrained to that degree- absolutely helpless and at your mercy. It was fabulous. And I loved it when you would spit on me. I have never had anyone do that to me before. It was such a rush, because of when you chose to do it. I was often very relaxed, recovering in a quiet moment and then you’d violently whip my head around and cover me in your spit. I can’t say enough about how powerful that was.

And I have a feeling you read me at the end and took it easy on me, and I thank you for that as well. I am certainly not a very experienced toilet, something which you probably picked up on. We’ll have to work on that

Anyway, that’s it. I had a great time and will certainly be in touch at some point in the future in the hope to do it again.

Take care,

Jeff

When I sat down to craft a response to that question, I realized that there were multiple, overlapping reasons why I enjoy toilet play and many different facets of toilet play that I appreciate, taken together and in isolation.  There is no simple answer.  There is no “I always was, from the very beginning,…” narrative of innate desire.  There is no story of childhood trauma or other such *momentous incident* that produced, from then on, a need to urinate and defecate on humans.   There is no claim that toilet slavery is the “ultimate” anything.  There is no neat little package.

Due to the complexity and length of My answer to this question, I have chosen to break up My response into multiple blog entries that I will post, in no particular order, over the course of this month.

Without further ado, I hereby present Reason #1 why I love toilet play:

1. No props required.  I began doing toilet play after having been involved for some time in other forms of bdsm play, both in private and in the organized bdsm community.   I enjoy many other forms of bdsm play, including many activities that require not only bodies, but aslo additional props such as rope, canes, a belt, boots, etc.   There is something particularly appealing about the raw physicality of toilet slavery.  When I stand over a human toilet and urinate or defecate into his mouth, I do not require any special materials aside from those I produce myself.   The raw material of My bdsm play is a renewable resource, produced by My own body, unique and perfect and entirely Mine.

One thing I especially enjoyed about Goldilocks is that he is open (read: very eager) to receiving marks from Me.  In bdsm parlance, “marks” means any visible marking of the skin, such as bruises, welts, cuts, etc.  Some marks, such as those from a light spanking, might go away within an hour, while marks from edgy play (such as branding, tattooing, or cutting) might be permanent.  Many submissives, even those who enjoy bondage and impact play such as spanking and flogging, have a hard limit against marks.  I respect that and understand where those guys are coming from.  Many people need to be discreet–they don’t want someone in the locker room at the gym, their doctor, or their partner asking them how they got that funny bruise on their ass.  Of course, if someone tells me “no marks,” I respect that limit and leave no marks.  But I do enjoy the opportunity to leave My mark, to let loose and hit someone hard knowing that I can bruise them, and to know that they will be walking around for days or even weeks with the souvenirs of our session together.

So, back to Goldilocks.

After he gave My feet a proper greeting and thoroughly cleaned My boots with his tongue, I strung this boy Goldilocks up to the ceiling with his wrists above his head and proceeded to whip his defenseless dangling body as he writhed in the delicious pain of every strike.  When his body had pinked up a bit, I decided I wanted him in another position, so I took his wrists down from the ceiling and hogtied him on the floor, and continued my tortures with a tiny fiberglass cane that caused pretty pink welts to bead up all across his back and ass.  Wanting more access to his sensitive bits, I untied his legs and modified the hogtie into a partial spread-eagle, which gave him just enough range of motion to struggle but not enough to get away.  I then released those restraints, and flipped Goldilocks over onto his back, with his legs in the air, securing him with rope in that position, and beat him some more while standing over his face.   Whenever his skin in a particular area seemed bright red enough or his gleeful screams sounded loud enough to satisfy Me, I repositioned him into a new bondage pose, tightening my ropework around his body, and moved on to torture a new area of untrammeled flesh.  As My special signature touch, I scratched the letter “A” into the flesh of his back with My fingernails.  I retraced the mark maybe a hundred times, ensuring that it would not disappear any time soon.  A is for Anya.

A: Yes, you have definitely misread My blog.  My point was to outline the risks accurately, as there is a lot of misinformation out there suggesting that scat is more dangerous than the medical evidence indicates.  My goal was to present the information so that toilet slaves can make their own informed decisions, especially regarding whether and how much to consume, as well as proper post-scene clean-up.  I absolutely love giving brown showers (that is, full toilet) and give them on a regular basis.  As for forced consumption, I am happy to “force” someone if we have already discussed and agreed to that in advance–that’s what’s often known as consensual non-consent.  However, if someone says that they do not want to consume, that that’s a hard limit for them, then I completely respect that and will do the full toilet scene without consumption.