Chastity Is About Harnessing the Knight

The best place for this key is between my breasts.

My attitude and approach toward female-led relationships (FLR) and dominance in my personal life is sometimes hard for men to understand when all they’ve seen (thank you, porn sites) is the more aggressive and demeaning variety. Just sharing this tidbit from a recent online conversation:

Him: I can see how breaking down an alpha male could be a turn-on for you. Obviously, chastity is a tool to make it all work, so you must enjoy that as well.

Me: I am not interested in “breaking down” an alpha male… it’s about harnessing the knight in him, allowing him the opportunity to be of service to, and cherished and owned by, a strong, smart, affectionate woman with high standards who’s invested in his personal development and self-actualization.

Chastity appeals to me not as a tool of subjugation, but as a tool for improvement in the male. Orgasm control and erotic energy play create biochemical reactions in the body that increase his worldly power, drive, and focus, and his attention to me…. and those are the things that turn me on. I enjoy the willing submission of strong and accomplished men, not weak, needy, indiscriminate, or broken ones.

In short, I like to feel tamed muscle between my legs. I have never felt the desire—or the need—to turn a thoroughbred into a mule, or a knight into a knave, to create one that is even stronger, more responsive, and well trained.

Home Is Where My Chastity Key Is

This afternoon I was catching up by phone with my friend Divinity Undenied (who also occasionally does double sessions with me at the Parlor) as her devoted husband/sub Richard chauffered her to happy hour.  When the topic turned to our mutual delight in chastity and orgasm control, she told me about these tshirts available through teespring.com.

Mugs and panties could also be fun. And shirts in pink.

Public humiliation, anyone?

Or worn as a proud statement to enlighten others about this “secret sauce” practice, capturing hearts and minds (and cocks)?

No matter. In either case, it works!

Pink nitrile gloves perfect for sissies

Come Hither, Little Sissy

Pink nitrile gloves perfect for sissies

Don’t you think pink is a perfect color for disposable gloves at the Parlor? I can’t bring myself to use anything else.

Ah, and that tasty crisp “snap” as I finish pulling them over my wrists! Like Pavlov’s dogs, some pets hear that sound and go all a-quiver in anticipation of delights in the rear near future. How I love to watch them wriggle!

Eyes on Ms. Ava: A Photo Shoot at the Parlor

Wonder what’s it like to watch a photo session at the Parlor? Here’s a first-hand account from NY sex blogger Ralph Greco, who graced the Parlor with his presence (as a voyeur, dammit) during a shoot one fine Saturday afternoon.  http://www.shortandsweetnyc.com/2018/01/the-sex-files-keeping-my-eyes-on-ms-ava-at-her-parlor/

 

Ms. Ava's foot among adult baby items

Nursery for a Day

Have a Seat

I saw this lovely pink Sybian at another dungeon a few weeks ago. Wouldn’t this be a great addition to the Parlor for training, rewards, and fun and games?

Ms. Ava’s Interview in Short and Sweet NYC

I’ve had a secret crush on erotica writer and sex blogger Ralph Greco for awhile… even more so after I met this darling man in Manhattan and he subsequently interviewed me about the Parlor for Short and Sweet NYC. Enjoy!

Didi Gets an Ass Wax

A few weeks before I left town for Hurricane Irma, my friend Lady K. lent me her sub/husband Didi to serve me for a few days while she was traveling.  On his last day of service, I’d planned to  shave his furry legs and put him into lingerie, cage, and plug before sending him off to meet her  at the airport, and make a video of the procedure for my friend’s enjoyment.

All went well until Didi texted me two photos on the last morning, an hour before he was to come over:

Ms. Ava: “What are those pictures?”

Didi: “I shaved my legs for you, ma’am!”

Ms. Ava: “WTF? I told you wanted to do that myself! What about the video?”

(Long pause)

Didi: “I forgot.”

I was annoyed, but my silence said enough. He came over for lunch and vacuuming, then I sent him to the airport wearing shorts and tighty-whiteys—no silky stockings, garter, or panties under long pants. And an empty ass.

The next morning, I called Lady K. to debrief and tell her about how her boy’s overzealousness had ruined her surprise and my video.

“Well, his ass is still hairy,” she said. “And shaving’s too kind for that pain slut. Come over Friday night. We’re going to wax his sorry ass.”

And wax it we did! Didi learned the price of not following instructions, and Lady K and I had a fabulous time watching him squirm as we ripped the hair from her bottom’s bottom and taint until it was smooth and rosy. We invited another friend along to record it, and I hope to make the video available soon. Here’s one of the stills.

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A Foray Into Electro-Chastity

This chastity belt and accessories created an extra-appealing feminizing effect.

One of my favorite local pets is Tonya. Her nearly perfect ass, devious imagination, and natural inclination toward service are fabulous amusement on their own, but imagine my delight when she showed up Saturday night outfitted with the Dreamlover 2000 Male Management System.  This sophisticated electronic device attaches to her metal chastity cage.

I can deliver zaps to her from anywhere in the Sissy Parlor (and the world) in various ways and intensities, establish a perimeter boundary that she can’t cross without being zapped, and more. This facilitated all kinds of entertainment while she was making and serving dinner and I lounged in the living room.

I forgot to take pictures of the Dreamlover itself, but did get a shot of Tonya’s derriere after punishment for jumping and spilling the wine.

“No One Should Have to Girdle Alone”

Erin was my first girdle gurl. She loves layers. And lessons in naughtiness.

Clients and my Parlor Pets are rich sources of ideas and information, and Erin is no exception. She introduced me to the wonderful world of girdling. I likely wouldn’t have considered this on my own, since to date I’ve been blessed with a waistline that doesn’t require shapewear. I also live in the tropical climate of South Florida, where we try to wear as few clothes as possible.

When I thought of girdles, what came to mind were the ones in my grandmother’s “unmentionables” drawer. Definitely never thought of those as sexy.

But Erin is an aficionado of vintage girdles, and wears a girdle and pantyhose under a suit and tie almost every day. She can rattle off makes and model numbers on sight, like other people do for cars or sports statistics.  And waxed poetic about the feelings of  femininity, submission, confinement, and compression that girdling brought her, especially when layered.  She prefers panty girdles with good reason.

When Erin came for her first appointment, she brought me a gift of three girdles of different types and colors. I decided to try them on right away, and was surprised how much I liked the firm, tight feeling and look. I continued our appointment wearing a girdle and pantyhose similar to those Erin had on, and we had a blast during playtime. One comment she made is becoming a new motto around the Parlor: “No one should have to girdle alone.”