Rachael Ray's husband and I have something in common

Synchronicity. Just a few days ago I had a hot pro domme session that involved being spat on, and I realized that could be a real fetish of mine. Today the gossip sites are filled with the breaking story that Food Network star Rachael Ray's husband, John Cusimano, has similar predilictions.

According to the National Enquirer, Cusimano paid Jeannine Walz, a 30-year-old Florida woman, hundreds of dollars to spit on him and rub her feet in his face. As reported by the New York Daily News:

[The] woman contends that they met outside a lesbian bar in New York's West Village in 2000. That night, she said, Cusimano paid Walz and three friends $20 to spit in his face. "He even took pictures of us doing it," she tells the tab.

Walz said they continued to meet at her apartment and the apartment he shared at the time with Ray, 38.

"Sometimes he'd be naked," she claims. "I always kept my clothes on.

"John paid me up to $500 for a session," she claims. "We'd often have sessions at least twice a month … I virtually supported myself by spitting on him. But there was never any normal sex involved. He once offered to pay me $1,200 to perform a kinky sex act with him, but I refused."

I can't seem to find a photo of Jeannine Walz, the woman in question, but I would let Rachael Ray hawk her sweet, Triscuit-flavored loogies at my face all day long.

A Session with Mistress Gisele: Part 3

A Golden Conclusion

I was nearing the end of my two-hour session with Mistress Gisele, so she took me back to the private room. She unfolded a large diaper and placed it on the floor. She told me to take off the panties and lie down on my back on top of the diaper. I knew what was coming next and I looked up in anticipation as Mistress Gisele towered above me. She stood with her legs on either side of my head and positioned herself where I could only see her rear. Then, although I could not see it, she must have pulled down the front part of her panties because suddenly there was a solid yellow stream of her piss coming down on my crotch. She must have been holding it in, because it was a strong rope-like stream of piss, lasting for 20 or 30 seconds and totally drenching my cock and balls.

After she finished, Mistress Gisele told me to wipe myself clean and get up carefully. I thought we might be done for the night, but then she pointed to the substantial pool of urine that had collected in the diaper. She explained that it could be messy to clean up if there was too much piss in the diaper and she told me to drink as much as I could. I got down on all fours and slurped up as much as I could take.

After that, we were done. Mistress Gisele allowed me to use the dungeon's shower to rinse off all her various wonderful body fluids. I tried to use make-up remover to take off the lipstick on my chest but it was a slow process. So, we decided that I should spent the night and next day with this under my clothes. It would be a secret reminder of my role in the world -- as the object of women's contempt and the literal target of their spit.

This was one of the best pro domme sessions I have had in several years.

A Session with Mistress Gisele: Part 2

The Spitting Contest

At the beginning of our session, I told Mistress Gisele that I was interested in pushing my humiliation boundaries. After we finished with the violet wand, she resumed her verbal humiliation of me and began to punctuate her insults by periodically spitting in my face. This form of degradation -- of ultimate disrespect -- really hit the spot for me and made me rock hard. Mistress Gisele could tell I enjoyed it and she kept returning to this treatment. Her saliva would hit my forehead and drip down over my eyes or be sprayed all over my cheeks. Occasionally, she would ask me to open wide and launch her spit directly into my eager mouth.

Mistress Gisele asked if I would like other women to spit on me and when I said yes, of course, she organized an impromptu spitting contest. First, she ordered me to offer up a cash prize to make it worthwhile for the other Mistresses. We agreed that $40 would be sufficient. Then, she took bright red lipstick and drew two concentric circles on my bare chest, forming a target with my bellybutton as the bulls eye. She added smaller circles higher on my chest, one around each nipple. There was some disagreement later as to whether this looked more like a bear's face and ears or the Mickey Mouse logo, but there was no disagreement that I looked ridiculous.



Mistress Gisele ushered me into a common office area of the Dungeons of Mistress Elizabeth and I met the two other women who had elected to participate in the spitting contest -- Mistress Dale, who I had the pleasure of sessioning with some time ago, and a tall, willowy blonde who was working in the office as a receptionist. The women looked over my short, scrawny body, the lipstick target on my chest, and the panties I was still wearing and they both got a chuckle.

Mistress Gisele established the rules. There was a line about three away from me that they would stand behind, lean in and spit at me. Any saliva landing in the outer circle or the small circles around my nipples would score 1 point. Any spit landing in the inner circle around my navel would score 2 points. In three separate rounds each of the three contestants would have five chances to spit on me -- 45 opportunities for me be spat on!

The receptionist was not a good spitter. She was more of a sprayer. Although she used her height advantage over the two Mistresses and leaned in over the line, the normal result of her efforts was a diffuse spray of saliva on my face and few or no points for her.

Mistress Dale, however, turned out to be a championship spitter. She launched large, dense loogies in perfect parabolic arcs onto my face and chest. Two of Mistress Dale's thick loogies hit my face in a row and it looked like cum rolling down my cheek in a bukkake shot. Mistress Gisele said, "I bet you like that feeling -- having cum landing on your face and rolling down to your chin, don't you? Well, you better learn to like it."

Oddly enough, although the point-winning targets were on my chest, it seems at least a third of the Mistresses' saliva salvos ended up on my face. I absolutely loved the humiliation of this game and I had a raging erection in my panties throughout the whole 20-minute event. It was a close contest because Mistress Gisele was also an accomplished spitter, but in the end Mistress Dale's superior technique won out and she won the contest and claimed the $40.

A Session with Mistress Gisele: Part 1

I was alone on a Saturday night and I had the familiar urge to be dominated by a beautiful woman. So, I called the Dungeons of Mistress Elizabeth, a midtown Manhattan house of domination that I had enjoyed visiting several times before, and arranged for a session.

My appointment was with Mistress Gisele, a Mistress I had never served before. Mistress Gisele is a young Latina dominatrix with short curly brown hair. Although I am most often attracted to slender, size-zero beauties, on that November night Mistress Gisele's more womanly figure, with ample breasts concealed by a black corset and powerful thighs rising above black leather boots, was strongly attractive. Throughout our session, she had an engaging sneer on her lips and a genuinely controlling demeanor.

Mistress Gisele started out by putting me in panties, engaging in a bit of verbal abuse and humiliation, and some over-the-knee spanking. I had to thank Mistress Gisele by name after each slap to my panty-clad ass and I quickly fell into hot water because I was having trouble remembering the correct pronunciation of Gisele. I knew it started with a soft G, but I was confused about whether its should be "JIS - elle" with the accent on the first syllable or "ji - SELL" with the accent at the end. Each time I failed to pronounce it correctly, her blows grew harder and her verbal abuse grew stronger.

Finally, I found a way to remember the correct pronunciation forever -- it should be pronounced "JIZZ - elle" as in jism. I told the Mistress the mnemonic I had developed and she laughed. She said, "I like that. But don't ever mispronounce it again. If you do, I'll have to get another male sub in here to jizz on your face to help you remember, OK?"

The Violet Wand

After Mistress Gisele finished spanking me, she placed leather cuffs on my legs and wrists and bound me to the St. Andrew's cross on the back wall of the session room. Although I had told her that I was not really a pain slut, she was eager to try the violet wand on me and I agreed. I had never experienced a violet wand before. This is a device that generates a high-voltage purple electric arc that can be applied to the skin. The power is adjustable so that the sensation produced can range from a tingle or slight shock (like the static shock you can get from touching metal) up to more substantial jolts.

Mistress Gisele masterfully introduced me to this new toy. She moved the glass tip of the wand alternately between areas like my chest or arms, where it produced a sensual tingle, and more sensitive areas like my nipples, penis & balls where it gave off a shock or very brief burning sensation. Slowly she increased the power to the wand, ultimately giving me cattle-prod shocks to the genitals that made me jump in my restraints and start to flinch in anticipation when I saw the wand approach.

At that point, Mistress Gisele placed a blindfold over my eyes to stop this flinching. Receiving the violet wand while blindfolded was a very sensual experience. In the dark, I could sense Mistress Gisele's proximity and feel her breath, but I had no idea what sensitive zone the shock would land on next. She varied the locations and timing of her touches so adeptly that, as in any great horror film, the anticipation and suspense were as delicious as the actually shocks.

Overall, I greatly enjoyed my first experience with the violet wand. Although I don't really enjoy pain, the electric shock is a lighter, quicker, more sensual type of pain than the heavier pain of a flogging or canning.

Relationship Summary: Mistress Trinity

Approx Dates: October 7-13, 2006
Name(s): Domina Trinity; XDOMINAX
How I Met Her: CamContacts
Relationship Type: Dominatrix
Form of Contact: Webcam
Summary:Harsh & beautiful Romanian web domme

BDSM Details
Main BDSM Areas: Humiliation; Feminization
Typical Session: dildo training; verbal humiliation
Extreme/Notable Acts:Hiring a male prostitute and sucking his cock while she watched.

Financial
Largest Gift: $800 by Western Union
Total Gifts: $800
Total Costs: $1542
Length of Relationship: 7 days
Cost Per Day: $220

Relationship Summary: Mistress Alena

Approx Dates: January 8-22, 2006
Name(s): Mistress Alena; MildMindFuck; Mistress Skylie
How I Met Her: CamContacts
Relationship Type: Dominatrix
Form of Contact: Webcam, phone & mail
Summary: Short but intense on-line domination relationship, with sessions on CC and a financial aspect.

BDSM Details
Main BDSM Areas: Humiliation; Anal; Financial
Typical Session: Physical humiliation, ass training.
Extreme/Notable Acts: putting an ivory chopstick up my urethra; induced vomitting through drinking baking soda; drinking a mix of my own vomit & pee; forced to call Mistress Alena while masturbating in a friend's garage

Financial
Largest Gift: $250 by Western Union
Total Gifts: $700
Total Costs: $2068
Length of Relationship: 15 days
Cost Per Day: $138

Sounding

Today, Mistress Alena made me stick an ivory chopstick up my urethra. I was a little nervous and completely inexperienced in this kind of play, but I didn't say no.

Induced Vomitting

Mistress Alena's Cam Contact's screenname MildMindFuck is highly misleading. There is little that is mild about this Ukrainian mistress.
Today, she told me to bring a plastic bowl to the computer and pee in the bowl. So far, so easy. Then she told me to vomit in the bowl. When I couldn't induce vomitting with my finger or a chopstick, she had me fetch a glass of water and a box of baking soda.


I added two big spoonfuls of the baking soda to the water and drank it down. I had no idea how powerful an emetic baking soda is. Very soon my stomach was retching and my orangish, chunky vomit was coursing up my throat and into the waiting bowl. It smelled as bad as you might imagine and I was feeling rather awful. Mistress Alena gave me a moment to recuperate, and let me rinse my mouth and stroke my cock for awhile.

Then she smiled, and said "Now drink up your soup, slave." I looked at the chunky vomit floating in the yellow pee and I gave a shudder of revulsion as I considered this. "You ate it once. You can eat it again," she said. And so, I drank my own vomit as she watched. I started to gag a few times, but she warned me I better not throw up. "Then we will just be in an endless cycle here." I was grateful for the warm urine diluting the vomit as I drank it down.