The best pegging video ever made is only 34 seconds long.
I’ll show it to you in a second but let me use this free part of the blog to tell you why that is.
There are three styles of pegging when it comes to female domination. First, you have the most common – the Mistress “letting him have it” as if she believes she’s actually “wrecking” the guy oh and he plays along with it so it ends up being nothing more than a charade. Sadly, this is what 90% or so of Mistress’s offer and 100% of what their slaves accept. Man, are you guys ever missing out.
The second – is a new style of pegging that I just accidentally invented, here let me tell you the backstory because my Scatbook subscribers have been asking in droves where I got this new idea from. Well, I’ll tell ya – I got it out of years and years of frustration. The only new or amazing thing I’ve been able to do with pegging has been to make it someone of an endurance event – like – 40 ladyboys spit-roasting a slave as hard as they can with a 100k windfall on the line for the one that makes the slave quit or prolapses him. That was the Extreme Ladyboy Gauntlet session. Give 40 starving and broke ladyboys a chance to win 100k and there are no words in my current vocabulary that can properly convey the viciousness at which every one of them pounded that slave that night. However, you know what was missing from both The Ladyboy Gauntlet and the Extreme one? Pain. Fear.
Look, if a guy is actively volunteering to be part of a Ladyboy gauntlet, I can guarantee you that his ass has already seen more rubber than the inside of a bicycle shop during Tour de France season.
I’m looking for real visceral emotions, pain and fear are two of my favorite – but only if serving a much greater purpose. It’s like caning – oh sure I could take out my bamboo cane and make sure a guy can’t sit down for a month – but for what greater purpose hmm? If you say “because he enjoys it” then you don’t know me very well because I’m never doing a session to make sure the slave enjoys it. Rather, I want my boy to experience something new in life – something he’d never forget, something he would take to his grave as his very last thought – and be smiling when he dies.
So, if you’ve been following my Scatbook posts this month – you know that from all the candidates that bought Under Her : The Extreme Toilet Slavery Guide in March, I went with a risky choice in choosing a 28yo boy who had only fantasized about “things like ladyboys, being a toilet and giving up my life for a month” (his words) but at no point had ever tried even one of his fetishes.
The idea being – since I’ve had 25 slaves fail to make it to day 30 and only a single successful applicant – I needed to think outside the box a bit. Instead of going for the oldest people who have read the application book, or the ones who had the most experience going in, I chose to indoctrinate a kid who’s never even seen a girl’s sphincter up close let alone eat from it. I was thinking the kind of experience I would be giving him would be unrivaled and the freshness, the intensity, the amount of endurance he’d need to demonstrate to survive even 24 hours of his one month’s stay would give me some high-quality clay from which to mould a masterpiece of an object.
If you can survive anything – you can then be moulded into anything.
In my defence, had my vertical contraption – an eyesore and very unforgiving when it comes to adjustable height – still been able to feed my slave with Patty sliding in and out of him down below – he’d still be with me. Unfortunately, It didn’t even cross my mind when planning this out for us all that with Ladyboy Patty under him on the bottom bench and thus thrusting upward – that force made the boy smack his face all over the cheeks of my ass with no way to hold his head in place under my sphincter.
So, the only solution, since we needed absolute stillness for the feeding event was to impale the poor boy at the same time my sphincter was to open up to feed him his meal.
When things go wrong – happening in live time – I don’t think my solutions through very much, I’m just looking for the best key to fit the lock to get us passed the closed barrier we’ve happened upon. Impaling him, logically, would keep him still.
Factors not taken into consideration – the girth of Patty’s weapon which is almost 3″ wide at the very base – I’m talking where the balls meet the shaft not where you boys grip it. And from that point of measurement she is 7 inches long, deceivingly thin at the top … so imagine a very wide volcano and there you have a perfect visualization of what had entered my slave’s virgin hole.
Second oversight – Patty doesn’t ease her way in – she’s called The Machine because she operates much like a car piston. Combine that with the third oversite that he was just an anal virgin and as Scooby Doo says – ‘ruh roh.’
As the video says “but wait … there’s more.”
To tell you about all those oversites and not tell you about the enormity of the final one would be like describing every single cut and bruise on a boxer’s body … but never mentioning the knockout punch that actually ended the fight.”
In this case, the knockout came from above, in the form of my ass which is normally perfectly placed through the two curved ass separators and would have normally be sitting right on the boy’s lips – his neck stretching up to make contact and initiate the seal around her. I say normally because with Patty under the boy on the bottom chair his face was by a whole neckline poking into my domain up above. The contraption you see has no room for adjustability. I had a bicycle mechanic and a construction foreman build it for me on the cheap – not the sort of people with the engineering and artistic knowledge base for making the monstrosity actually have moving parts.
My initial thoughts that the elevation would simply make it easier for him to cover my ass more easily – I didn’t think about the pressure of my body now making a line down his mouth through his neck and spine to add 60kgs of extra downward weight on the boy’s body … which impaled him an extra inch or so onto the volcano’s bottom and since he could neither scream from the pain nor move he began to panic.
Up above, I wasn’t used to my ass feeling so much pressure on the face – usually I only feel the tickling of lips barely reaching my hole. That pressure kept me from relieving my bowels for a good 10 minutes – and the whole time the boy is in agony down there. I think he was trying to invent a safe word, but it was at best illegible.
When gravity finally did its thing – well you’d have thought there was a poorly handled electric chair execution going on. There was one other instance where a toilet slave freaked out so violently that he toppled the whole stacked incline bench apparatus and we’ve since had my feeding machine bolted to the ground. Lucky because right after I let the first 15 seconds of it drop down his gaped throat and he felt it pass unabated to his stomach for the first time ever, that along with the volcano ripping him apart from down below, his inability to scream due to the throat anesthesia doing its thing – it all combined to give him so much sensory overload that his body shut down.
I realized about the 3rd portion I had dropped into his throat that what he was experiencing was “Paralyzed pain while being a toilet.”
We didn’t let him out of his rope bondage for quite some time as he no doubt would have hurt himself as he was frantically trying to thrash his shoulders, his hips, his feet and so on.
Now the – call it what you will – coolest or strangest thing was that when we were nearly ready to step forward and untie him from his bottom bench because he had stopped convulsing he tilted his head back, let out an unholy moaning attempt through his throat anesthesia and a moment later in one big plopping sound I was looking at all my poop sitting on the floor beneath his ass. I could tell it was mine as it still looked like brown oozy mashed potatoes.
Then he tilted his head way forward but we had the amonia salts in his nose to stop him from trying to throw the rest up as that would have ended his life and we’re always ready with ammonia in hand after every feeding.
I climbed down off my chair and kneeled beside his putting my lips right up to his right ear saying “tell me two words about how you feel or what you felt, and if they please me, I’ll let you go.”
Tears streamed down his eyes before he could answer which I wiped away with the back of my hand and without blinking or moving a muscle, just sitting there in his paralyzed form he eeked out with a scratchy weak voice “pain …. fear.”
And with that I began undoing the ropes wondering at the odds of him getting to say the exact two words I’d wanted him to say on the very first attempt.
What that means to me is that my new way of feeding – produces – in its purest form – pain and fear. From the point of view of all my pegging sessions I could only say ‘mission accomplished.’
However, I told you that there are three distinctive ways to blow a slave’s mind in a pegging session. And as good as the video is from me feeding the 28yo boy – its only one style of the three.
It’s a 20 minute video, I’m sure it’ll boost sales of my book Under Her: Uncensored as I intend to put the link to the video in the pricier version of my book. I just haven’t settled on what price to sell the book for because that video – due to the fact it vividly captures in 4k – fear and pain – and its an extreme HTS video to boot – maybe the best ever made? I might test the market at $1000 and see what happens.
That being said – I think this 34 second CBT video rivals the feeding of the 28yo boy – because of the 3rd element. The one I haven’t described for you yet – and will do so now – for my Patreon and FanVue subscribers below 🙂