Worthless Slave

I am a worthless slave. I get what I deserve and nothing less. I have been recently purchased at a slave auction by a cruel and sadistic Mistress. I am worthless I know that.

At the fall of the hammer I knew I was in trouble. As my new owner held up her number I caught her stare. My previous Mistress took me to a party a few months back. We stayed in a large country manor. There was a party being held that evening and my Mistress at the time had been displaying signs that she was getting a little bored of me. She had recently took ownership of a younger male slave and was channelling most of her attention on him. So on this particular evening I was left to my own devises. Mistress was taking a shower in preparation for the party. I was hovering in the back ground making myself busy while her new slave was doing what I should have been doing and washing mistresses back. When she had finally finished her shower he passed her the towel and I saw her grip his hard cock, which I might add wasn’t locked in a chastity device like mine was! She led him to her bedroom and a few moments late I could hear her moaning. I crept towards the bedroom door and peered in. She was lay spread eagled on the bed with his head buried in her pussy. I felt sad and rejected as well as hurt, I had never been used by Mistress in this way before nor had she even hinted at it. I felt like a worthless slave, replaced by a younger more virile model.

I left them to it and quietly moved a way from the door and went for a walk outside. It was dusk and the air was damp. I could hear people chattering with excitement as they prepared for the evenings festivities. I noticed a window open and could hear a female humming as she showered. I lit a cigarette and took a long draw on it then flicked it to the ground. I stood by the window and peered through the voile. There was a tall slender female stood by the mirror. She was alone. I watched for a moment while she combed her long blonde hair. My eyes scanned her body up and down. Suddenly the door burst open, it made me jump so i quickly stepped back in to the shadows. It was another woman, she stepped in to the shower while the blond woman put on her make up. They chatted amongst themselves about what they were going to wear that evening. The blond woman left the bathroom so I stood a little closer to the window to watch the other woman taking her shower. She was a tall red head, tattooed and toned. She looked pretty mean but very sexy. As her hands began to soap her body she began to play with herself. I watched as her soapy fingers slipped between her legs. Her moans echoed and my cock began to stir. I stood closer for a better view and longed to touch my cock and join her in the moment but alas, my cock was locked away. It had been locked for seven months and I could see no end. Suddenly the woman stopped moaning and she launched herself at the window. “Come here you worthless slave, fucking pervert” she yelled. I panicked and fell backward tripping on a patio chair…I had been busted. I peered up and saw other people peering from their windows to see what all the commotion was about.

And that is why I ended up at the slave auction. My Mistress had found the ultimate excuse to get rid of me. And my new owner was a tall red head, tattooed and toned.

…..to be continued

 

 

 

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UK Mistress Jane~Whats the goss?

UK Mistress Jane

Its been a great month, even more so now Xmas is behind us and the mornings and are slowly getting lighter. Feb will soon be upon us and the buds will be sprouting as we head towards the spring, I can hardly wait!

January saw another visit from the one and only Strapon Jane a very well known UK Mistress, not quite a house hold name, but a legend all the same! Not only have some of you had your life long fantasy fulfilled by finally getting to meet her, but so have I. She is someone I have wanted to session with since I first met her on the scene some 15 years back but never had the balls to ask. Somehow by sheer fate our paths have crossed and some of you have been very lucky to be part of our ‘Jane Sandwich’ wow. She is a true pro and a truly amazing Lady. Strapon Jane is available for sessions with me at my chambers with prior notice. I haven’t got round to publishing some of your reviews about your time spent with us, so sorry about that. I will address that issue soon.

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The Launch of the stunning Lunna Latex got under way earlier this year, and she recently opened up her twitter account so you can see her thoughts and progress as she slowly immerses herself in to MJ’s world of kink. Lunna is available upon request on Mondays and Wednesdays with MJ. For other days please enquire to check her availability.  Follow https://twitter.com/LunnaLatex

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Ms L’Amour, also known as Trixy has been coming for almost a year after making her debut last April ’17. She also had the pleasure of joining myself and Strapon Jane for couple of sessions which involved all three of us wearing strapons for a couple of very greedy boys. Trixy is available upon request.

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THE PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE part 1

THE PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE

Part I

‘Healthy young test subjects wanted’, the advertisement tacked to the college noticeboard read. Volunteers (who must have no known health issues) would receive expenses plus a small emolument for their trouble.

“You should apply for it; you’re always crying poverty!” a soft female voice chuckled to my side. I twisted round to see Carole, my tutor on the social sciences course (and young, blonde and lovely into the bargain) standing next to me.

“Maybe I should,” I replied, feeling a rather illogical need to impress her with my bravery. My eyes flickered back over the text, which – like most business writing these days – proved to be a masterpiece of saying everything while telling you nothing. “It’s not very clear, is it? Do you know anything about what it’s actually about? I mean they obviously want people to experiment on?”

“Well that’s one way of putting it!” Carole frowned and teased a lock of wavy blonde hair between thumb and forefinger as she tried to recall the recent conversation with the advertisers. “I remember the principal saying something when the company first came in to ask to advertise. Solaryde they called themselves. But it was more for the psychology department. Something about a new type of dynamic therapy, neurally reprogramming learned shortcuts to anti-social behaviour through disciplinary interventions, that kind of thing.”

“Discipline eh?” I cackled. “Ooh er missus! Kinky!”

Carole laughed softly and shook her head in mock sadness. “Don’t get your hopes up! I’m sure it’s nothing like that. I guess it’s similar to what they were trying back in the Sixties, I suppose.” She wrinkled the bridge of her nose in that characteristically cute manner I liked when she was deep in thought. “The lady that headed the team did say the research is designed to continue the theories of Newman and Benatar from the nineteen eighties and nineties.”

The only ‘Benatar’ I happened to be familiar with was the mini-skirted purveyor of American housewives’ rock but I felt no need to admit that.

Carole shrugged those slim shoulders in her floral summer dress. “Probably best if you ’phone up and ask them first before committing yourself to anything.”

“As long as it’s not the Ludovico Technique I don’t mind,” I joked, mind by now made up. “And the money will come in handy for the end of term ball. Oh, and by the way,” I attempted nonchalance, “will you be going —?”

I realised I was addressing thin air as the object of my desire had by this time disappeared.

There was half an hour until the start of my next lecture. While pacing the college grounds I decided that there would be no time like the present and tapped out the number for Solaryde on my mobile ’phone. After a gratifyingly short period (during which I was still daydreaming about Carole in her party dress) the clinic picked up. A female switchboard operator – clearly computer-generated – queried the nature of my enquiry and hardly had I uttered the words ‘test subject’ than she recited a legal disclaimer before putting me through to the lead clinician. I was impressed by the way they even managed to synthesise the tone of studied boredom before another voice cut in on the line. Again it was female but there the similarity ended. She sounded bright, enthusiastic and spoke in the most cut-glass of English accents. Being a typical young bloke I imagined she would look absolutely lovely and hoped I’d get the chance to actually meet her.

“Hi, Doctor Barzani speaking. How can I help?”

“Hi, Doctor,” I replied. “Actually I might be able to help you. I’m ’phoning about the advertisement you placed in my college for test subjects. Something about a revolutionary new therapy?”

“Oh yes!” she said excitedly. “Thank you so much for enquiring! We’ve had quite a few people ring and we need just one more person to complete the numbers for the first test group. Would you be interested and if so could you come over to our research facility in Chichester on Wednesday?”

“Count me in,” I heard myself reply.

Living proof that you can be intellectual without necessarily being clever.

By Roadman.

REVIEW 20/12/17

My first experience of the IMPALER was brilliant Mistress. Felt so completely helpless with wrists, ankles and neck firmly secured and my face in the head rest pad. Would recommend it to any sub brave enough.

You certainly pushed my limits on it. I had no chance of lasting long enough for you with Venus attached, and that meant the cane. Having to choose which cane myself blindly by naming a number between 1 and 10 added an extra dimension.

The caning you gave me was well deserved for previous misdemeanour’s and I’m branded, a reminder of who I belong to.

You are the best.

S

Southeast Mistress Jane’s FAQ’s Reading Mistress

The most frequently asked questions to Southeast Mistress Jane are…..

“What is the most popular activity?” & “Do you enjoy what you do?” & “I bet you meet some right weirdo’s don’t ya!”.

I love what I do and don’t entertain anything that I would’t find enjoyable. It is also very important to me that You have fun and enjoy yourself no matter how serious the play. I get to meet some great people and some of you have become great friends. Some of you never cease to amaze me with your kindness and generosity and offers of help that I am still blown away each week by someone. So no, I don’t meet any weirdo’s, so in that respect I have been lucky. I think you get to know with experience whether someone is on the level or not. I also get to meet other interesting people related in some way to the adult industry, whether they come in the form of another Mistress, movie makers, web masters, suppliers or other like minded people who I have met over the years and who now and again help me during sessions.

The most popular activity…hmmmm that is a hard question as it can change from one month to the next but from strapon play to rubber and from rubber to cp and anything in between should answer that question. So all in all I have a great time, i get to meet wonderful people and play with them to. Its all good.

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Male Milking with The Cock Doctor, Jane.

Male Milking was something that Cock Dr.Jane was very versed in and there were several machines and techniques used solely for this purpose. Each patient had different capabilities to the next and the clinic understood this, what worked for one wouldn’t necessarily work for the next. There were other factors that the medical team needed to take into consideration such as age, fitness and background-did the patient suffer with ED, was he diabetic, had his prostate been removed and so on. There were other factors like stimuli-what visual sights or talk or surroundings turned that particular patient on.

The Cock Clinic catered for all sorts of tastes and fantasies and although many were similar never two were the same. On this particular occasion our patient was in the twilight of his years and before his time was up he felt he needed to explore his deep seated fantasies which he had harboured and kept locked away in his mind since his early 20’s. The thought would not have crossed his mind were it not for the internet which he was recently introduced to by his Grandson. He bought himself a computer and began to browse, the rest is history.

Today he had taken that step in to the unknown, a place of fantasies. He was going to pay a visit to that little harboured fantasy he had kept secret for many years. His stomach churned from the first moment of contact to the very moment he lay back on the medical bed, but he had nothing to lose, it was now or never.

The medical team were dressed in NHS cotton uniforms albeit shorter than the norm. Their stocking clad legs mirrored the very image in his mind. An image from a ‘Carry On’ film that captured his imagination when he was a youngster. The two of them totted around him in their heels as they chatted and discussed the imminent procedure and the Male Milking procedure they were about to undertake. It all felt a bit surreal, as if he were an onlooker peering from behind a door watching and listening to the whole scene.

Nurse Trixy placed on some disposable gloves then positioned herself between his legs which had been separated and raised by the medical bed on which he lay. She put some lube on to her gloves then rubbed her hands together to spread it. Then lubed his limp shaft. Her touch was soft and gentle and for one moment he thought his cock was going to make a come back but alas no luck. This didn’t seem to bother the Nurse what so ever which made him feel a little better about it.

His manly erections had been very intermittent of late and although he could still produce cum he couldn’t always get an erection. Dr.Jane was mean while preparing a machine. She attached an orange cock shaped receiver to a transparent pipe and hung it from a hook which was screwed in to the ceiling directly above his groin. Next a clear cylinder was placed over his shaft and as Nurse Trixy pumped on the tigger his cock began to rise. If it were appropriate to shout ‘Hallelujah’ he would have done just that. As his cock rose he could feel the pressure in the clear cylinder build up, just as it was getting uncomfortable Nurse Trixy pressed the release button to allow air to get in to relieve the pressure, and as the air came in his cock died down with it. “We shall repeat this process several times to get the blood in to your penis” said his very glamorous Nurse. He smiled and watched as she pumped on the tigger. Her ruby red lips parted as she concentrated on the job in hand. Again his cock rose inside the cylinder, it felt good and the more she repeated the process the bigger his cock grew and the better it felt. Eventually Nurse Trixy was satisfied she had gotten him to the desired length. She gently slipped a tight band from the bottom of the cylinder on to the base of his shaft which held his erection. He looked on in amazement as it had been some time since he’d had such a feeling and seen such a sight. With cylinder removed the Nurse stroked his shaft and although he wasn’t as sensitive as he used to be in that area, it felt damned good.

“We shall shortly begin the male milking process we first need to carry out a few small tests” Dr.Jane carried on “We need to check your sensitivity and for that we will be using electro pulses”. Nurse Trixy gave him a re assuring smile before wrapping black rubber loops around his shaft. Dr.Jane attached wires to the loops and the pulses began. Soon they were surging rhythmically up and down his shaft, as if a steely grip had hold. He gave a satisfying sigh and closed his eyes, such an intense sensation, a feeling he had never experienced before and a feeling, although unusual felt very pleasurable. The intensity of the pulses grew as the dial was turned higher. Eventually the loops were removed and also the elastic ring that was placed around his shaft early on. “We don’t wish to de sensitise you” said the Doctor.

A steel tray was brought over. On it were four long stainless steel rods. Nurse Trixy stood between his legs and began to wipe his cock which by now had lost its rigidity, but somehow it no longer mattered to him as he could see it didn’t bother the medical team either way. “I am just going to swab you ready for urethral sounding” said Nurse Trixy as she wiped the head of his cock. Lubricant was dropped on the end of his cock and the tray containing the rods was brought closer. Dr.Jane not stood at the helm holding one of the rods in her right hand and his cock in the other. He gazed at the procedure with great trepidation as the sound entered his urethra and under its own weight slid down his tract. Nurse Trixy moved in close and held his hand to re assure him, but surprisingly he felt nothing to shout about. In fact he could barley feel a thing. Dr.Jane then spoke. “We need to check your tract is clear before we proceed with the male milking process”. The patient nodded and joined in with the banter with a “Of course Doctor”.

Dr.Jane then attached a clip with a wire to the sound, suddenly he could feel a tingling deep within his cock. Nurse Trixy still stood at his side was asked to hold the sound steady while Dr.Jane lubed up her gloved hand slowly pushed a finger in to his rectum. He winced slightly but in for a penny and all that. She then began to carefully rotate her finger and press it ever so slightly. “Hmmmmmmmm” was his initial thought, then “Ahhhhhhhhhh” was his second. It felt rather pleasant in a weird kind of way. The last time anyone had a finger up there was about five years previous when he had a routine medical from the Doctor. He recalled that wasn’t quite as pleasant as on this occasion though.

He had but forgotten about his flaccid cock as it no longer mattered, he was enjoying himself and that is what mattered. The medical team also appeared to be enjoying themselves to, which made all the difference. What more could a man ask for? he had two stunning stocking clad nurses tending to him and he was at the centre of all the attention.

The sounding was completed and his cock was lubed up and placed in the orange cock shaped receiver that Dr.Jane had gotten ready earlier. This time there wasn’t a trigger for the Nurse to pump on, this was a mechanical device. The dial was turned and the machine began to suck his cock in to the receiver. The vacuum was strong and as it sucked and blew, an erection appeared from nowhere. It had been a while since he had had that hard feeling, although admittedly nothing like in his younger years but this was better that nothing. The sensation of the receiver gliding up and down his shaft felt wonderful. He closed his eyes and summoned up a scene from the dark recesses of his mind. The time he met an older woman back in his late twenties. She taught him a thing or two and this was the first woman to ride him on top. Suddenly he could feel her warm wet pussy sliding on his shaft. His breathing deepened, and very soon picked up the pace. He began to gyrate his hips and he thrust in to her, he wanted to keep it going bit a warm feeling took over him and he felt his cock begin to pump as he squirted in to the receiver. The room fell silent and he opened his eyes, smiling and very happy to revisit another fantasy one day soon.

 

 

Cock Doctor Jane~Berkshire Fetish Cock Clinic

Cock Doctor Jane entered the room. Her patient had been prepared and made ready for inspection by Nurse Trixy. He was stood bent over wearing a green rubber medical gown which parted neatly at the back. Nurse Trixy was perched behind the patient at the time Dr.Jane walked in when she had fingers inserted in to his anus. “The patient is lubed and ready for you Dr.Jane” said Nurse T as she withdrew her fingers whilst standing. Dr’Jane reached for a disposable glove and pulled it on to her hand. “I will just check to see if he has been dilated enough” she said as she squeezed a blob of lube onto her fingers from a tube handed to her by Nurse Trixy. The patient grunted slightly as Dr.Jane’s fingers slid into him. As Dr.Jane did this Nurse Trixy’s hand slipped around his front to his groin area. His cock was erect and his balls tight, she then voiced her observation to Cock Doctor Jane.

“His cock is bulging and erect Dr.Jane, and with every movement of your fingers it throbs and twitches”. Said Nurse Trixy. “This is to be expected Nurse, as most patients find the sensation of a few fingers inserted in to their anus very stimulating”. Answered Dr.Jane, adding “Is his cock seeping pre cum?”.

Nurse Trixy lifted the gown to observe the end of his cock which had been pressed against the slippery rubber medical gown whilst leant forward. “Oh dear, he has made such a sticky mess of his patient gown Dr.Jane and his pre cum has dribbled on to the floor!”. Dr.Jane withdrew her fingers and disposed of the gloves. Both the medical team stood to each side of him. His erect cock pushing the gown outward from within. They each took a corner of his patient gown at the front and slowly lifted it up. He felt slightly embarrassed as the gown was raised above his waist and held up in front of his face while the medical team prodded, poked and squeezed his shaft, but it didn’t deter his erection what so ever.

The two medical staff made comments about the sticky secretion and the size of his appendage. The two also noticed that if they used certain words such as ‘Moist’ ‘shaft’ ‘Throb’ his cock began to twitch, thus giving the two medical team ideas. They grinned at each other when they said a ‘buzz’ word which made his cock twitch and began to giggle at his reaction. They now added words such as ‘panties ‘pussy’ ‘Cock’, and each time his member twitched frantically. The patient who’s face was still shielded from the spectacle below, began to enjoy all the attention especially the groping of his appendage.

Soon after he found himself lay back on the medical bed with his legs pulled apart and hands secured to his sides. A latex hood was placed on his head and he was told that in no certain terms, that if the medical team thought that he was getting to excited by their procedures they would take his air away by squeezing a small hole on the hood which was the only means of air getting inside for him to breathe. A slight wave of panic engulfed him as he had no control over the behaviour of his cock which was about to get him in to bother. As he exhaled the hood ballooned and when he inhaled the hood deflated, sticking to his face.

Now secured tightly with no wriggle room, Cock Doctor Jane lifted the latex gown he was wearing. A perspex vacuum cylinder was placed over his shaft which slid down pulling his foreskin back. A steel plug with wires attached was inserted in to his anus, and within a few seconds he could feel his internal muscles contacting in time with the electric pulses that the steel plug provided. His balls retracted tightly as the vacuum began to slowly work its way up his stiff shaft. Nurse Trixy stood beaming at him as she held the control unit in her hand. As she turned the dial the cylinder began to speed up, he grimaced as held on tight to prevent himself from cuming. Cock Doctor Jane leant forward and whispered to him. “I notice you are finding it a little difficult to hold on” then added “Let me deter you”. Dr.Jane pinched the tiny hole on his hood preventing any fresh air from coming in. Suddenly all his senses were heightened. His breathing loud and deep, slowed, and as the air began to deplete and the hood stick to his face he could feel that familiar dizzy wave of orgasmic explosion engulf him. At that moment Dr.Jane removed her fingers from the hole as fresh cool air rushed in with every gasp, he had cum and his body tingled all over.

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THE WHIPPING BOY…Part 1

Young Tom reckoned he had it made.

Reclining his long frame in the chair he wriggled his toes luxuriantly in his footrags in front of the scullery fire. Outside he could hear the tramp of booted feet as the soldiers drilled in the yard, their manual-of-arms regulated by shouted instructions and the steady throb of the drum. Inside the maze of galleries and corridors came the distant clink of crockery, chests slamming shut and what sounded like a maid beating coal dust off the upholstery. Whitehall Palace resembled a town in is own right; eighteen hundred people lived and worked within its environs – a population far greater than that of the village where he had been born. And Tom remembered the sense of bemusement and [ride he felt when the Lord Chamberlain and his retinue arrived at their humble dwelling, his mother and father stood bare-headed as the bluff gentleman examined him carefully.

“A most uncanny likeness, my lord,” opined the captain in charge of the escorting cavalry troopers.

“Quite. You ‒ ” the Lord Chamberlain beckoned Tom’s father to step forward through the thinly swirling blue wood smoke and the scurrying hens. “We will engage the boy. He will receive his board and lodging and you will be blessed by the honour of knowing your family serves our Majesty.”

His poor father had thrown himself into the mud and pig muck with gratitude.

So here he was: paid companion to Prince Charles – one day to be King Charles II of England, Scotland and Ireland. Tom’s duties were hardly onerous since they involved accompanying the prince on hunting and fishing trips, playing stoolball, the new game of ‘football’ and laughing at his jokes. The prince was tall, dark and rangy in build, quick to find the merriment in a situation and he liked girls so he and Tom hit it off. The latter pondered his extraordinary god fortune – and how differently things could have worked out in a village life distinguished only by the monotony of the seasons and back-breaking drudgery. And now here he was in London – Londonthat mystical City of the Plain – receiving bouge of court (bread, ale, firewood and candles) and a well-paid job.

Taking another swig from his mug of small beer, Tom idly turned the page of the risqué novel he was reading. True there were vague rumours of trouble beyond the palace walls; brawling at the country shows, wakes and stage-plays (when weren’t the drunks fighting at such things?) but the king still sat secure on his throne and all remained well with the world.

The tapping of shoes rather more dainty than those of the soldiers took him by surprise therefore and he struggled to right the chair without falling off it as a young woman entered the scullery. Being tall she had to stoop slightly to pass through the arched doorway. From the light that slanted in through the leaded windows he saw she had a pale, oval face, a longish, fine-boned nose and a complexion as smooth as that of a milkmaid. She sported her auburn hair in ringlets in emulation of the Queen, Henrietta Maria and the curls cascaded as far as her softly rounded jaw. As befitting an aristocratic woman she wore the customary ribbon-fastened jacket over a bodice and a petticoat gathered with pleats at her slim waist. In the crook of one arm she carried a calico package also tied with a ribbon.

“Ah, Master Tom. Hard at it, I see?” She waved an elegantly-manicured hand. “No, don’t get up. We shouldn’t want you overtaxing yourself.” The ruby lips favoured him with a mocking smile.

Tom almost choked on his beer when he recognised her: Mistress Gwendolyn; Lady of the Wardrobe and ex-officio, close to the Queen and therefore very powerful at court. His mind raced as he tried to marshal his thoughts.

“How may I serve you, My Lady?” Tom asked, whipping his cap off his head and twisting it between suddenly damp fingers.

Standing over the seated figure Mistress Gwendolyn appraised him carefully with her frank, almost jet-black eyes. The resemblance to the Prince is extraordinary, she thought, although this one is a few years older so he is rather a young man than a boy … She smiled again over her naturally white teeth. “It’s not me you shall be serving but the Prince. Your – ” this time the expression twisted in a smirk “ Royal playmate.”

“Does His Highness wish me to attend upon him?” Tom asked, abruptly anxious to be away from his beautiful but disturbingly sinister woman.

“No.” Mistress Gwendolyn set the package down on the tabletop and he heard the rattle of wooden objects. “But I do.” Those large glassy black orbs fastened onto him.

UP!”

……………..To be continued

Decadence & Debauchery at the House of Fun

Last weeks Decadence & Debauchery saw the arrival of my lovely friend and accomplice Manchester’s very own, Miss Torment who joined me for our recently advertised Double Domination Halloween event which ran over two days here at my studio in Reading, Berkshire. The event was fully subscribed within 4 days of its launch and not only did we receive the usual suspects but saw some new faces as well. Miss Trixy was also on hand to join in the fun.

The sessions were fun as well as wide and varied which keeps us on our toes. Our first session kicked off with a ‘Miss Torment special’ tie and tease. Miss Trixy and I watched as she wrapped our first subject round her little finger and had him begging for more of her delightful touch and teasing throughout his session. We had a very interesting session with a guy who had an acute arm fetish, that was fun. Lots of role play. Satin panty fetish, edging and ruined orgasms and cp. The following day we had an early start and our first session was with my loyal panty pervert. We had a medical scenario followed by a triple fisting to a foursome where The Leather Master joined in. Miss Torment will be making the journey from Manchester back down to sunny Reading in the spring yo join me for more Decadence & Debauchery! I shall look forward to it, and I know a few of you will be to. Enjoy the photos………..

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We rounded off the evening in the local curry house with a bottle of red.

Raven haired Miss Torment combines her very own unique style tie and tease with strict sensual domination. She also specialises in bespoke cuckold sessions at her Manchester chambers. Take a look at her link below.

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Fantasy fulfilment, Free your Mind, Body & Soul

Fantasy fulfilment

Do you relish the thought not having to make any decisions at all? To relinquish all control of your mind, your body, and your soul? For your body to be played with, your mind to be immersed in a intense haven of euphoria and your soul to regain its sense of self.

BDSM: Bondage Discipline (BD) Domination and Submission (DS) Sadism and Masochism (SM) in layman’s terms, sounds quite scary to some, especially the ‘Sado’ part. But basically all it means is giving over control and getting down to some kink and fulfilling your fetish fantasy however tame or extreme that may be. At the end of the day it is You the client (He who holds the purse strings) that approaches Me The Mistress with your ideas, your fantasy, your wildest dreams, your fetish, your means of escape. And it is I, The Mistress that translates your fantasy in to a real time experience…….reality.

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For a brief time you want to be detached from yourself, from your normal role, while your whole being is immersed  in a fantasy land. It helps to refresh your outlook and gives you time to escape, after all, this is all about escapism. To some, a hobby and a mere ‘dip your toe’ exercise, and to others a source of invisible delight, but necessary. A distraction from the norm. Embrace it and I will enhance your experience as best I can.

How ever hard or heavy a scene looks, don’t be fooled by a photo. As the scene may look ‘full on’, in reality the sub maybe experiencing lite sensual and erotic sensations although covered in head to toe rubber, which to some gives the impression extreme forces are at hand. Its not all about pain, whips and chains….its all about trust and handing over control of Your fantasy. Relax and enjoy the ride.

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