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I am mistress Brigitte, an experienced, mature French disciplinarian located in Seattle, WA about 15 mn from the airport. My interests run broad and deep, from corporal punishment to psychological dominance. I have a private play space in Burien where I regularly inflict myself on the luckiest of subjects. I get pleasure from breaking in naughty boys, expanding well-seasoned slaves, and training all those in between. I have a sadistic streak and enjoy giving pain. Masochists who are not submissive are welcome to session with me provided that they behave respectfully. |
I am sadistic, talented, intelligent, breathtaking, hilarious and humble (Just kidding about that last one).
I like spanking, domestic discipline, caning, feminization, sissy training, role play and more.
I especially love age play and putting naughty boys over my laps for a sound bare bottom punishment as well as turning them into slutty wenches.
I like spanking, domestic discipline, caning, feminization, sissy training, role play and more.
I especially love age play and putting naughty boys over my laps for a sound bare bottom punishment as well as turning them into slutty wenches.
For Phone And Cam Sessions:
Would you like to talk to someone who really understands you need discipline?
Do you need a spanking, but are too far away to come for a live session
Do you want to find out more about this whole ‘spanking thing’?
Do you want to talk to someone who has shared your same interest, who understands Domestic Discipline, Role-Play, and many other ‘types’ of fetishes?
How it works:
You email me with how much time you want to pre-pay, and when you would like the session to be, as well as length.
You prepay for the session, through the link in the email I will send you. You may purchase in 15 minute increments.
Call or Skype me at appointed time and enjoy!
Additional Information:
Phone, text and cam sessions last 15 minutes and up, in 15 minute increments.
Tribute is 30 dollars for each block of 15 minutes.
If there is something specific you are looking for, contact me and let me know.
You are welcome to submit a script
Once you have pre-paid, email me and let me know when you would like the session to take place.
You may request a time for the same day, or sometime in the future.
You will be given a phone number to call or my Skype id after setting up a time.
When you are ready to set up a phone, Skype or text session, simply contact me and I will send you more information and links
Justice. This was the moment of truth for her slave who had once promised to meet her demands with his unconditional subservience. He had been made to write it out a mere 100 times when, in response to his pleading, she had accepted him as her slave. To his surprise, she had just shown the lines to him, written long ago, but kept as evidence. He had broken his promise. Now he must pay the penalty for his disobedience and he was waiting to discover what the price of Mistress justice would be.
Still smiling she touched his tailwith her cane and he started, surprised by the sudden movement. “You are nervous today, slave,” she said solicitously.
He was sitting astride her wooden horse. The trestle supported a stout piece of timber on the diagonal and it was on the apex of a wooden triangle that his posterior now rested.
Perhaps 'rested' was not the right word. Mistress had asked him whether he was comfortable a few minutes ago and he had mistakenly answered “yes” , not wishing to appear critical of her hospitality. Unfortunately, she had used it as a reason to lift his toes off the floor and strap them to supporting struts so that the full weight of his body now pressed down on the sharp edge of the wood, to his growing discomfort.
His hands were cuffed behind his back and attached by a chain lead to his slave collar. His tail, securely tied with a leather lace, was engorged and protruded in front of him along the edge of the timber. He was, to put it mildly, excruciatingly vulnerable and completely helpless. His eyes were now fixed on her cane as it lay lightly across his manhood and his body was awash with tension.
“The question is, slave, how am I going to teach you a lesson, hmm? Four times.”
“Please, Mistress,” he said, searching desperately for a way of diverting her from what he feared was inevitable, “you could set me some lines.”
“Oh what a good idea, slave. How clever of you to think of it. You are most certainly going to be writing me some lines. Every spare minute for the next month, I should think. Let me see. How about: ' My will continue to be unbearably painful to touch until I learn to obey Mistress. You will write them in your neatest hand, of course, which I seem to remember I had to punish you for failing to do last time. You will have to try much, much harder, especially since your hands will be swollen and bruised when I have finished caning them.”
“Are you going to cane my hands, Mistress?” he asked pointlessly, his brain refusing to accept her other declared target.
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“Oh yes, slave, and other parts of your anatomy. Perhaps you’d like to write some of your lines when you rise at 3am every morning for the next week, prostrating yourself in apology to me, before doing a dozen press ups? You will then email me so that I can be sure you rose at the correct time.”
“Yes. Mistress,” he muttered, bowing his head in submission.
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Still smiling she touched his tailwith her cane and he started, surprised by the sudden movement. “You are nervous today, slave,” she said solicitously.
He was sitting astride her wooden horse. The trestle supported a stout piece of timber on the diagonal and it was on the apex of a wooden triangle that his posterior now rested.
Perhaps 'rested' was not the right word. Mistress had asked him whether he was comfortable a few minutes ago and he had mistakenly answered “yes” , not wishing to appear critical of her hospitality. Unfortunately, she had used it as a reason to lift his toes off the floor and strap them to supporting struts so that the full weight of his body now pressed down on the sharp edge of the wood, to his growing discomfort.
His hands were cuffed behind his back and attached by a chain lead to his slave collar. His tail, securely tied with a leather lace, was engorged and protruded in front of him along the edge of the timber. He was, to put it mildly, excruciatingly vulnerable and completely helpless. His eyes were now fixed on her cane as it lay lightly across his manhood and his body was awash with tension.
“The question is, slave, how am I going to teach you a lesson, hmm? Four times.”
“Please, Mistress,” he said, searching desperately for a way of diverting her from what he feared was inevitable, “you could set me some lines.”
“Oh what a good idea, slave. How clever of you to think of it. You are most certainly going to be writing me some lines. Every spare minute for the next month, I should think. Let me see. How about: ' My will continue to be unbearably painful to touch until I learn to obey Mistress. You will write them in your neatest hand, of course, which I seem to remember I had to punish you for failing to do last time. You will have to try much, much harder, especially since your hands will be swollen and bruised when I have finished caning them.”
“Are you going to cane my hands, Mistress?” he asked pointlessly, his brain refusing to accept her other declared target.
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“Oh yes, slave, and other parts of your anatomy. Perhaps you’d like to write some of your lines when you rise at 3am every morning for the next week, prostrating yourself in apology to me, before doing a dozen press ups? You will then email me so that I can be sure you rose at the correct time.”
“Yes. Mistress,” he muttered, bowing his head in submission.