The Queen of Canes
By: Sissy Fellatrixcopyright © 1996 Sissy Fellatrix
© 1996 - All Rights Reserved
Photos By: Efrain Gonzales - www.gonzoscene.com / email@example.com
I started buying Female Dominance books and publications years ago out of
what I once described as a "mild" interest in Female Dominance and male
submission. However, in 1990, I moved to the New York metro area and
things began to change. My odyssey started with a trip to the Vault - the famous
SM club - and has progressed to where I'm now one of the most widely
recognized submissives in the New York scene.
If you've ever visited The Vault, Hellfire, or Lady Lori's Dark Castle, or
attended one of the many Dressing for Pleasure parties or weekends, chances
are you may have run into me. I'm known in the scene as "Sissy"
and I'm usually dressed in one of my many maid's uniforms or one of my precious
"little girl" outfits. Over the years, I've been mentioned in
articles in "Penthouse", "The Vault" magazine, "Mistress,
Mine", and Washington DC's "City Paper" and have been referred to as "a big teddy bear
dressed like Red Riding Hood", "a giant Little Bo Peep" , "a 6'2 transvestite
with a 5:00 shadow", and - my personal favorite - "the famous party maid,
Although I'm best known as "the party maid" of the New York scene,
know me well realize I love serving Lifestyle Doms who have a strong
sadistic streak. I do this because I can handle a lot of pain and because I
love knowing the Lady inflicting my pain gets real pleasure out of my
suffering. I also realize many Lifestyle Doms are pretty frustrated by the
subs they meet in the scene because most of us are afraid to be marked or
can't handle much real pain.
I met my favorite Dominant Lady, Mistress Nona, at The Vault two years ago.
I had gone out that night in search of a whipping, spanking or caning or
perhaps a little foot worship. Little did I realize I would meet the Dom
ofmy dreams that evening.
I entered the club dressed in my favorite red
French Maid's uniform with fluffy petticoats, white satin apron, black Mary-Janes,
frilly lace sissy panties, and white satin-bow topped stockings.
As usual, I started by circulating through the club to check on the guests
and see if there was any way I might serve them.
While many subs like to linger in the corners and play with themselves or
annoy other guests by begging for time with them, my strategy is completely
different. In my book, I'm there to serve the guests and staff,
period. If I do this well, I may be lucky enough to find a Lady who rewards me with a
scene of her choosing, lets me massage her feet, legs, or back, or offers
some similar form of punishment. I have a rock-solid rule which says I
never ask for rewards, but I don't refuse them either and with few
exceptions, I seldom fail to find them.
I spotted Mistress Nona soon after entering the club. She was sitting at
the bar searching her purse for a light for her cigarette. Her infectious
smile showed just a hint of her sadistic-side which turns her mouth up
slightly at the corners.
Her long reddish-brown hair was just a little wild and she was dressed in
tight leather pants with cutouts in the most enticing places. She also
wore a black halter-top with a long necklace and knee-high boots.
It wasn't until later that I realized she has an ass that's to die for, long
beautiful legs that I love to massage, and a bust-line that's pretty
impressive too. The reason I didn't notice at first was because one thing I
did observe about this beautiful woman was that she was wearing and stroking
a huge condom-covered cock! Her "monster" cock was the largest, most
realistic dildo I had ever seen and she seemed to enjoy stroking it as much
as the whackers in the corners enjoyed playing with theirs.
Since my focus is on serving the guests and staff, I immediately noted the
Lady needed some fire. So, grabbing my matches, I went straight to the bar
to offer this well-hung goddess a light.
"Why, thank you, young lady," she beamed as I leaned across the bar
burning match, "and what would your name be, sweet thing?" I'm ashamed to
say I was struck dumb for a moment out of sheer shock that this gorgeous woman
had spoken to me. It hadn't dawned on me that she might actually speak
and I hesitated while looking down at her cock and trying to digest
her question. Taking note of my fascination with her cock she teased
"What's the matter, little girl? Cat got your tongue, or are you speechless
because you'd like to suck my cock?" Her laugh was deep and genuine with
just a hint of her pleasure at my momentary awkwardness.
As my mental logjam finally broke I stammered "Oh, no Ma'am," in my best
imitation of a southern belle, "I mean, the cat ain't got my tongue, Milady.
My name is Sissy. May I be permitted to ask, yours? And, 'goodness, yes!'
I'd love to suck your cock if you'd grant me the honor of doing so."
"Well, hello, Miss Sissy, I'm pleased to meet you. I'm Mistress Nona," she
laughed again, "And of course you can suck my cock. I thought you'd never
ask." Raising her voice, she said, "Now, down on your knees, you little
cocksucker!" With that, she turned on the barstool so everyone in the place
could see my humiliation.
Dropping to my knees before my tormentor, I took her cock lovingly in my
hands and began to lick, kiss, and suck it with every bit of skill I could
muster. In my mind at that moment, her cock was just as real as the ones on
the whackers in the corner and I slaved over it as submissively as a 42nd Street
hooker who was being highly paid for "services rendered".
As Mistress Nona and the other guests laughed and taunted me loudly with
phrases like "open wide, slut", "take it down your throat,
bitch", and "don't forget to lick and suck her balls!" I
found myself reveling in the ridicule and humiliation being heaped on me
by this wonderful, sadistic woman. I felt as if I had died and gone to
heaven and knew it was because Mistress Nona and the other guests were totally
enjoying my degradation. Mistress even "faked" an orgasm for the crowd
(I later realized it wasn't faked at all) and I pretended to submissively swallow
her load. The customers and staff loved it and a loud round of applause
followed the "climax" of our hot little scene.
In that moment, the slut named Sissy was truly born. Until then,
"Sissy" had been merely an amusing act I put on when I entered the clubs;
but she took on a life of her own that evening while sucking Nona's cock in front of
fifty strangers. Sissy suddenly became a real person and my life would
never be the same again.
After our scene was over, the crowd wandered off seeking other amusements
while I thanked my new friend profusely for making me the object of her
pleasure. "Miss Sissy, you did a fine job, and you're a good little
cocksucker;" she said. "But 'fess up, girl, mine wasn't the
first cock you've sucked - now was it?"
"No, Mistress," Sissy admitted, "I've had some
prior experience. But, Miss Nona, I haven't ever sucked a cock as pretty
as yours - or as big! It was wonderful and truly delicious."
Again, Miss Nona laughed and smiled - I was already learning to enjoy that laugh and love
that sadistic little smile - and nodding her head she said, "I thought
The next hour was like a game of forty questions between Mistress and Sissy
with me as a bystander listening in.
"What's the name of the man you hang in your closet when you come out to play?
"Is he married?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Does his wife know about his scene involvement?"
"Does she know about you, Sissy?"
"Yes, she does."
"How does she feel about all this?"
"She thinks greg is crazy and she doesn't like me at all, but she humors him because
they have a good marriage."
"Does Sissy like serving men or women?"
"Women, Mistress, only women. Sissy is a lesbian, Mistress," she concluded.
"What scenes do you enjoy, Miss Sissy?
"Anything that amuses my Lady," Sissy answered
honestly, "but I love to serve at parties, and I'm very fond of spankings and
Mistress Nona's eyebrows raised several notches. "So
you're experienced with the cane?"
"And you like it?"
"Oh, yes, Milady!"
"That's good" there was that sadistic smile again -
"because the cane is my favorite toy... and I can be really brutal with it. Would
you like that?"
"Yes, Mistress," Sissy said; but I wondered if she knew what she
"How does his wife react to him coming home with marks?"
"Oh, she finds them funny," Sissy giggled, "and she laughs at him if he's
"Great!" said Nona emphatically. "We'll make
sure she has reason to be amused. Sissy," she asked while stroking her cock again,
"Is your pussy trained to take a dildo?"
"Oh, yes, Miss Nona," Sissy replied.
"Now, tell the truth, what's the biggest thing you've taken in your pussy?"
When Sissy smiled and said "A lady's fist," I knew I was in trouble!
At that remark Mistress Nona looked deep into Sissy's eyes and said, "Miss Sissy,
you are my kind of slut!"
"Now, Sissy, move that caning bench directly under those spotlights, then bend over the
bench and 'assume the position', raise your petticoats, and drop your panties. You are
wearing pretty panties, aren't you, young lady?"
"Oh, yes, Miss Nona."
"Are they very frilly with tons of
"That's good," she said slowly, and that sadistic grin
was back again. "I love to cane little boy-girls who wear frilly panties until
they cry like a baby. It makes me really wet. And if they take LOTS of
strokes, sometimes it makes me cum. I'd like that. Can you make greg take
LOTS of strokes until he makes me cum, Sissy?" she asked conspiratorially, "Do you think we can make him cry?"
The tone in her voice and fire in her eyes, made my mouth
suddenly dry and had my gut turning somersaults; but all that slut Sissy
said was, "I hope so, Miss Nona. I really hope so."
Before I knew what was happening, Sissy had draped my sorry ass over the
caning bench and Mistress Nona was standing behind me ready to begin.
"Young lady," she began, "you are to count each stroke as I
deliver it, and thank me for it after the pain subsides. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied miserably.
"What is the most strokes you have ever taken?"
"I think tonight we'll go for a hundred and fifty..." she
said; and when I looked at her with eyes as big as saucers, she laughed archly and
added, "...or maybe we'll just go right for two hundred!"
"Are you ready, Sissy?" Mistress Nona asked impatiently.
"Yes Mistress," Sissy replied meekly.
"Then beg for the first stroke so that we may begin," she demanded.
"Please, Mistress," I pleaded, "May I have the first
The cane screamed and my ass exploded with the fires of hell.
"One..." I shouted, and after many seconds I said "Thank you,
Mistress. May I have another please?"
The air shrieked and the kiss of fire returned.
"Two..." I wailed, "Thank you, Mistress! May I have another
The cane sang again and the unquenchable fire bit into my legs this time.
Without intending to, I believe I may have screamed.
"Three!" I moaned after I had finally calmed down, "Thank you,
Mistress! May I have another please?"
And so the ritual continued. By the twentieth stroke, I was in
tears. By the thirtieth, I was begging for leniency. By the fortieth, I was nearly
in hysterics. But, I never used my 'safe word' and when the last stroke was
finally delivered I thanked Mistress Nona profusely for the great privilege
of being her caning slut and the instrument of her pleasure.
I honestly don't remember many more details of that caning - because there
have been dozens of similar scenes since and I've learned to take up to four
hundred strokes in a single session. However, I do know that I received
over one hundred and fifty strokes that night and I distinctly remember the
moment when I realized that Mistress Nona is by far the wickedest woman with
the cane I will ever meet. Although some women may have more knowledge
about the cane, no one makes better use of this tool than Nona. That
realization came at the moment of her first orgasm (she had several that
night) and during the maelstrom of non-stop strokes which followed and pushed
her over the edge repeatedly after that first "big O".
I cherished the marks from that caning for over a week and sat down painfully for
four days afterwards. But I will treasure the memory of that particular caning until
my dying day. For out of it came a newfound strength and the certain knowledge that
I have had the great honor of being caned by the woman I now know and love as the
finest caning Dom in the world - Mistress Nona, whom I hereby publicly acknowledge
as the Queen of Canes!