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Sunday, March 14th 2021

Let’s Take 2 – Bondage Footage

As all who have enjoyed my cruel but creative bondage attentions in the BDSM Laboratory will testify, it doesn't take a lot to get my creative juices flowing in all sorts of imaginative ways. I love to produce bondage scenarios in which my clients become creative works of art in my hands, and then (if each client's circumstances allow) to photograph or film the end bondage result to preserve that moment of intimacy for posterity, and for the growing number of guys and women who enjoy following their Mistress's exploits on my 'Only Fans' site. Lockdown has been a godsend in recent weeks in giving me time to refocus my efforts on an area of bondage film production in which I've not been fully engaged for some years... the actual editing of the raw camera footage into a polished work of movie art. As I'm sure many of you are aware, both my B.A. and my M.A. were gained in this area quite a few years ago, but time has not dulled my desire to create movies. Naturally, delegation is a useful skill to have, but taking back control of the creative process has always been a long-term aim of mine. I've recognised that my filming skillset is very out of date, and that means I need to start from scratch again, albeit with the bondage experience behind me of knowing precisely what I want to achieve, even if I don't yet possess all the technical knowhow of how to do it.

Studying my older films and making my first attempts at using the latest non-linear editing systems have shown me that I need to adjust my methodology when I am filming in order to improve the raw footage in the first place. Every step forward I take in the actual filming will greatly improve the edit at the end of the process. I am still at the beginning of a learning curve, but structuring a clip, easing the transitions from one scene to another, producing a basic 'voice-over,' track, and techniques such as adding music have already shown that I need to produce my movies using professional microphones, tripods, cutaways and all of the many other filmic techniques and equipment used in modern movie production. As someone who has lost 95 per cent of her income during lockdown, it has certainly become expensive to collect all the kit now needed to raise my productions to the next level of enjoyment for the viewers. Fortunately, I now have all the kit I need to become the next Spielberg. All that remains is to cope with all the hiccups that strike along the way. Take, for example, the wonderful footage obtained in my rubber experimental shoot! All was going well... until I found out that the microphones had been turned off the whole time, and that all the footage I had shot was as silent as the proverbial grave. My first thought, naturally, was to throw the lot into the bin, but I hate admitting defeat as easily as that. So, my efforts now are focused on producing the world's first fetish 'silent movie'. It may well win awards, but perhaps, on this occasion, do not hold your breath.

For my next shoot I was determined to ensure that the sound was perfect, and to that end, I took the time to check that the mics were all turned on: always a good move don't you think? My new radio mics were working a treat - until part way through the shoot I completely forgot about the one strapped at my back and decided to don a heavy rubber coat that seemed perfect for the bondage scene I was filming. Cue an improvement to the wardrobe department - but an end to sound recording for that production. So, as I said, 'teething problems'. My most recent challenge has been the failure of the automatic upload of my footage onto the One drive storage. That's left me with the task of manually uploading hours and hours of footage from my phone onto my computer. I won't pretend that this has been fun, but I think I'm now almost at the end of that. So, in the spirit of nothing ventured nothing gained I have accepted that this has been a learning curve and am hoping that from now on these problems won't arise. Any of you who have worked in a movie cutting room will know that every 'performer' finds listening to him or herself in the edit is akin to scraping fingernails down a blackboard. I become painfully aware of my speech patterns, and my sayings and mannerisms that I find far from endearing. Watching myself over and over again on the edit screens is not fun... but it's necessary to improve the end result and to continue making better bondage films for you to enjoy. As you see, detailing these more mundane events may not make this the most erotic blog you will ever read from me... but it is true to life.

The scenes I decided to film most recently involved a lot of 'behind the scenes' preparation and arrangement of the studio. We had a logistical problem in the form of a new mirror mounted on the wall behind the bondage table. It makes the room appear massive and is great for sessioning; but an absolute nightmare when it comes to shooting because of the difficulty of ensuring that the cameras are not in shot! As ambitious as ever, I decided to shoot using three cameras simultaneously to capture every twist and turn and bondage knot of my interaction with the subbie. He had brought a new black catsuit, with toesocks, and gloves for his scene, and the movie concentrated on how I could bury hum under his hood, the head harness, sheeting and straps in order to - literally - just deal with his cock. There is nothing more erotic and objectifying than being lost under layers of latex, with only your available member hanging-out and exhibited for all to see... and for yours truly to use and abuse. This subbie has been in strict chastity for three months, so it's fair to say that his cock was sorely in need of some attention. To see how he endured many hours of teasing and frustration before a final milking as the climax of my latest movie, you will have to wait for the edit to finish. Watch this space!

Saturday, February 27th 2021

Rubber Doll Bondage Playtime

I pride myself on the vast range of BDSM equipment, fetish uniforms and unique rubber bondage gear that graces the wardrobes, shelves, and cupboards of my new BDSM Laboratory premises in West London. It’s fair to say that after years as ‘The Bondage Mistress’ I do have an exceptional collection of enough latex and rubber outfits to satisfy any tastes. I do love it, however, when every so often a guy arrives at my door with his own special, custom-made latex outfits that can bring a whole new rubber bondage dimension to our playtime together. So, it was fun to see the made-to-measure rubber doll outfit that one of my long-standing clients bought along to my door in some of the last of those pre-lockdown days when we could all meet up for sexy fetish fun.

“Connie”, The latex slut doll, looked magnificent as soon as she had donned her outfit, and was ready for the rubber bondage and incessant wanking soon to be coming her way for hours behind the BDSM Laboratory doors. As many of you will be very aware, I’m justifiably proud of my breasts, particularly when they are outlined and enhanced by the cut of some of the leather and rubber outfits I wear in my professional bondage and film work. On this occasion however my client had clearly decided to overshadow my own impressive figure with a pair of latex breasts which pumped up to truly magnificent proportions.

Although I say it myself, I did look good in my shiny black rubber pants with their impressive flares and a sexy, tight blue corset top. Yet ‘Connie’ almost managed to overshadow me in her flesh-colour doll torso and those magnificent mammary glands, each topped with a black ‘nipple’ air inlet that allowed her to pick her own size of inflation depending on her mood. Even more impressive was the level of detail that had gone into her costume: black eyebrows and eyeliner, a hint of blusher on her cheeks, those bright ruby red lips…. And, of course, those piercing green eyes! She looked good, the latex felt good, and I knew we were in for a fun and fetish session.

Strapping my new latex doll down onto my Super Boomer bondage chair was a challenge with the need to find ways of arranging the black, and white, rubber straps, and tightening them down to hold her securely while still allowing her breasts to float free. In no time at all though, I had Connie pinned down in place and it was my chance to put this rubber doll through her BDSM paces. Her doll fingers were tightened down and secured in the Boomer’s specialised metal finger clamps and she was ready for my attention. First in place was a transparent breathing mask, fixed down with straps over her painted face for the anaesthetic role play she had requested.

Then I turned to my rubber doll’s lower parts and uncovered some unexpected male anatomy under ‘her’ fetish outfit which was clearly in need of some wanking therapy from Mistress. With a little lube on Connie’s shaft. she was soon tucked into one of my many ‘Serious Kit’ milking tubes and my machine started its regular rhythmic sucking and stroking which is guaranteed to bring any doll to a state of sexual bliss as the time ticks by in her private bondage sub-space. As always, it’s not possible to do justice to everything that I did to Connie in the space of just this blog. But you get some idea of what fun we had from the pictures. Multiple electric boxes and plugs and electrified milking tubes were all part of the process, along with the occasional additions of a little pain from the sharpened teeth of a pinwheel applied to Connie’s balls. By the end of the day, it was clear that both I – and my big-breasted new friend - had both enjoyed ourselves to the full.

Thursday, February 25th 2021

Filming Frenzy

In the throes of this latest lockdown, I must confess that I am missing the steady flow of bondage-hungry clients who normally are to be found beating a path to my door for the special fun and games we all enjoy so much. Whilst I, along with the rest of the country, hope we can all get back to something approaching normality in the not-too-distant future, I’ve been determined to use this period of enforced bondage isolation to good effect. To that end I’ve been teaching myself new skills and creating more and more special content to grace my recently-acquired – and already highly popular – Only Fans site.

Those among you who have been sensible enough to subscribe to Only Fans for me will not only have been enjoying those rare ‘behind-the-scenes’ moments and special glimpses of your Mistress in uncensored and horny bondage action, but also will have learned that I am gradually getting to grips with the task of editing my own bondage and BDSM films with the aim of mastering the editing process and producing more professional and evermore satisfying content for your arousal and amusement. You know me well enough by now to understand that I am never content to just sit around and wait for the return of better times: improving my skills and finding new ways of interesting and exciting you all is something I never cease to enjoy.

Having to act the role of ‘The Bondage Mistress’ and film myself and edit the results from the raw camera footage has not been easy. And I won’t not pretend that I am yet producing films to rival Tarantino, Spielberg, or Scorsese… but I am enjoying learning new skills and hope that you too will enjoy sharing the journey with me on Only Fans in the months to come. One part that has been enjoyable is the ‘dressing up’ and role-playing that’s needed to keep my aficionados supplied with a constantly changing diet of the many faces of Miss Miranda. So far, I’ve been playing in film and still-photograph shoots involving characters from the cowboy Wild West, acting the role of cruel and sadistic policewoman, and even posing as royalty in the huge, spectacularly white, bondage throne which dominates part of the main room in my new West London BDSM Laboratory. As a little girl I was always a fan of Wonder Woman, and so the dressing up in costume part of the games has always been fun for me.

Naturally, I had fun dressing in some of the most revealing and kinky fetish outfits from my extensive personal wardrobe and making myself even more glamorous than usual to play the central role in my ‘Royalty’ shoot was also a highlight of recent days. But I particularly loved the chance to be a creatively cruel police officer who went out of her way to find fault in a somewhat shady and suspicious character who was loitering with intent in my premises one day. It was essential for the role for me to be pulling, pushing, and bossing him around; although I am not so sure that this deviant criminal enjoyed all the bondage and restraint positions into which it was necessary for WPc Miranda to put him as the film shoot continued! I did, however, begin to suspect that the villain was starting to enjoy himself once he was helpless and under the control of the policewoman concerned. The hardness of his own ‘truncheon’ did seem to confirm that being held in the hands of the law was not all bad for him.

So, until we are all free again and normal service can be resumed in my Bondage Mistress laboratory, I will be continuing to both star and produce the best films I can. I hope you enjoy the results on my Only Fans and the BDSM Laboratory sites. And – as Gloria Swanson memorably pouted in Sunset Boulevard: “Alright Mr DeMille… I’m ready for my close-up”.

Monday, February 15th 2021

Bondage and Suffering for Art

Eat your heart out Tracy Emin! You may well be renowned in the art world for ground-breaking art installations that shock the public and please all the critics... but , in the real world, true art is only to be found in my BDSM Laboratory, where human guinea pigs are moulded, bound, and contorted into perfect aesthetically pleasing shapes by the world's most-renowned bondage artist... (that will be ME then)

In recent time, I've been working apace on my latest creation; a human statue work of art on a monumental scale, which I have entitled "Exquisite Suffering". As with my entire oeuvre, I have poured my heart and soul into this creation; the latest embodiment of my years of experience as "The Bondage Mistress" and, arguably, my greatest work to date. Many of you who know me well will already recognise the artistic talent that shines forth whenever I get my hands on a willing client and begin the process of bending him or her to my will. What you may know quite understand, however, is the hours of planning and preparation that goes into each of my performances. There are costumes to select, rubber hoods to prepare, suspension hoists to check, and a myriad of other details which all contribute to the final session appearance.

For this particular bondage piece of art, I chose to dress my subject in a heavy red rubber corset, over thick black latex stockings, and thigh-high boots with the most challenging of high heels. The ensemble was topped off with massive breasts and by enclosing his head in a triple set of rubber hoods. I find such all-enclosing rubber layers rapidly destroy the slave's own personality and individuality, and leave his body as a blank canvas on which my creativity may be given full reign. Naturally, it was necessary, before reaching the fully-clad stage, to insert various electrical plugs and nipple pads in order to pay proper homge to the 'suffering' part of the title of this work of art. For the final brush strokes, I attached a complex leather head harness and secured him to chains and ropes from one of the Laboratory's many power hoists. Et Voila ... my art was almost complete!

All that remained was the ‘moving art installation’ part of the process, and for that I am fortunate enough to be equipped with multiple types of machines for the purpose of adding to a slave’s ‘exquisite suffering’ by unrelenting and unstoppable masturbation and sexual frustration. In the course of my art performance, I bought in various wanking, sucking, vibrating and rubbing processes which had the effect of adding an audio element to this culturally significant work. The bare pictures cannot in all honesty do justice to the moving tones and moans and screams I was able to produce that day... but then, to be fair to me, the works of more traditional artists such as Monet, DaVinci or Van Gogh are also hard to capture in their true beauty in mere paper representations: one has to see them ‘in the flesh’ to appreciate the skill that they have shown.

And therein lies my problem. I would love to have my living statue exhibited in a London gallery for all to see and admire. But, moving him will be awkward, he probably would need the occasional feeding and watering to stay as fresh and vibrant as I intended… and, of course, he may prove to be one of those awkward slaves who – just when you have arranged him to perfection – announces he needs to pee. Oh.. the challenges we artists have to overcome!

Friday, February 12th 2021

C20: Rubber Medical Fetish Research

In these challenging times of medical need, I pride myself that the health experts at my BDSM medical and rubber bondage Laboratory have been contributing so much by researching new ways of treating my clients' sexual frustrations, and by identifying a new virulent virus called Covid 20 which can strike men at any time, and which induces uncontrollable lust and an overwhelming desire for the feel of rubber touching their skin. Once infected, men can think of little other than being immersed in rubber clothing and putting themselves in the hands of a medical rubber fetish expert - such as me. One such patient who exhibited all of the classic signs of this rubber fetish mania, was becoming a danger to the community because he was so sexually obsessed that he had no time to be vaccinated and was in urgent need of the rubber fetish treatment that only I could provide.

The first step was to don my own form of PPE by putting on my green medical 'scrubs' to create the perfect medical fetish setting for the rubber cure to begin. It was clear from the start that a number of fluid extractions would be necessary from this patient's balls and so he was soon swathed in the rubber clothing which he craved and strapped down in tight bondage on my Boomer examination chair. With breathing apparatus fixed immovably to his face, I could feed him whatever aromas were needed to treat his restless sexual insanity, before draping him from head to foot in a heavy latex sheet. Then the necessary electric plugs were inserted into his body and I could start preparations for extracting the semen samples I needed for the Covid 20 research,

As many former patients will know, I have multiple methods of extraction to hand in the BDSM laboratory, but one of the most reliable in these cases of rubber fetish mania is the Serious Kit milking machine. Once the milking tube is attached to the suction machine and the cock is sucked inside, the kit maintains a steady rhythmic pull-and-suck action which in time will drain the balls of any man. With one sample successfully obtained it was time to change the patient’s position and increase the rubber therapy even further. Accordingly, I changed his rubberwear to a green latex bodybag, and laid him down on the double bondage bed. Naturally, I did not want him to have any relief from the breathing exercises I had prescribed, and so his breath tube was attached to one of my newest pieces of equipment, a device which filters his air through the scent of any liquid I may wish him to imbibe. I will leave it to your imagination as to which scent I might choose! One important consideration with the equipment is that the guy should not be able to move his head around, with all the problems that such movement might cause. In keeping with my rubber and medical theme of the day I did, however, have the perfect solution. I wrapped elastic rubber medical tubing around and round and over his head, fixing it immovably to the bench below.

Time then to bring in the final piece of equipment needed to stimulate his sexual responses even further, and allow me to collect the final extraction I wanted. Fortunately. I had the Venus 2000 masturbation machine ready and waiting. It was but the work of a moment to select a suitable sized wanking tube, gently suction his shaft inside, and allow the machine to do its work. It did take a while, and the patient had to endure being masturbated for some time… but in the end medical science prevailed. A successful treatment all round!

Tuesday, February 9th 2021

Mackintosh and Bondage Mania

I'm sure I've mentioned it before in an earlier blog, but it's rare these days for me to get the opportunity to get out and session offsite: a fact that's even more true in this current climate. In the brief pause between lockdowns, however, I did get the green light to move around the country, allowing me to pack my bags and visit a long-standing client who has a wonderful array of kink and fetish desires, including being a cross-dressing male who enjoys wearing Mackintosh coats, and who is also a fan of bondage. As many of you will know, I don't advertise the chance that I could visit you, away from my fully equipped London BDSM Laboratory. Let us be honest, I already ask you to jump through hoops just to see me in my own domain... let alone have me travelling halfway round the county with half-a-ton of fetish paraphernalia and a Mackintosh coat in my luggage. On this occasion, however - Lo and Behold - It was happening; I was determined to go, and thus the journey began.

I love it when people are inventive and rig home bondage devices, or when they buy a collection of fetish clothing or equipment to suit their own kink preferences. It makes the games we play so much more special because I always then feel that I'm being offered a window into someone else's private, kinky fetish world. For this client, the games began with us donning matching Mackintosh coats and enjoying the fun of doing a photo-shoot together. We took photographs both indoors and out with a selection of those Mackintosh coats and hats, in a variety of colours and styles. Buckled-up to perfection, we were like a pair of giggling giddy girls as we swooned, sashayed, and posed in a multitude of angles and positions to capture the fetish delight of wearing these wonderful Mackintoshes he enjoys so much.

I have owned a number of these Mackintosh coats over the years, although I will admit to now tailoring my collections down to a few because I’ve found that people into rainwear, Mackintosh clothes, plastic-macs or cagoules are very, very particular about the precise type of coat, or the exact length, or material they desire. It's often true that the style of garment which one fetish fan craves to feed his fetish can be totally different from that desired by another. I've also found that, sadly and wrongly I think, some men feel embarrassed or 'silly' to admit what turns them on. They may decide to give up their fetish and clear the decks of their coats... only then to buy them again. By contrast, I am pleased to say that my playmate here was revelling in the joy of wearing his Mackintosh just as much as I was: it was a lot of fun.

Of course, this guy's kinky desires also involve a love of bondage, and so it's fair to say that he fits well with me in my role as 'The Bondage Mistress' which makes us a good match to play together. For our next game I decided to transform him completely with a cross-dressing costume, including sexy stockings, a skirt, and a shirt. He soon looked like a true 'bound beauty', held tight, and forced into inescapable bondage. To ensure that he was going nowhere I used metal cuffs, leg irons, a chastity device, and a sturdy collar. Naturally, I couldn’t go on without electro-stim, electro-humblers and more being thrown into the mix. They were needed to add the necessary level of pain and torment because I did want this to be a lengthy bondage challenge which would test both his endurance, and his ability to withstand the frustration of my tease and denial techniques. We utilised just about everything at our disposal which meant that the games rolled on for hours until, before we knew it, it was time to order a takeout, and look back on the day’s fetish activities. Now... did someone say food...?

Friday, January 29th 2021

Bondage and Servitude All Day Long

One of the treats I always enjoyed before lockdown struck was the opportunity to keep a client in bondage and servitude for hour after hour during an all-day session in The BDSM Laboratory. Naturally, such a day takes a lot of preparation and planning, but the rewards for the client, and for me, can be well worth all that effort. He submits for hours of intense bondage, various kinds of electrical and manual and vibratory stimulation, and the delights of being close to his Mistress for longer than any man deserves to be: I get the fun of gradually breaking his will, teasing and frustrating him to the max… and the pleasure of making that final decision as to whether or not he might eventually get to produce a sample, and enjoy emptying his balls at the end of the day. What’s not to like about a day like that!
These long-term bondage sessions also give me the chance to play with some of my more esoteric equipment that can take so long to set up that it rarely comes out to play in the shorter sessions that some of my clients require. In this case, I decided to start the proceedings by dressing the client in rubber and then popping him into the rubber embrace of my Vac Cube, which holds him upright with just his hooded head emerging from the top. Once it’s connected to a vacuum pump, the air is sucked out, the guy inside is gripped tight, and the thin latex sheets outline every bump and curve of his body to my evil eye. The real wonder, however, is that the weight of atmospheric pressure holds him immovably in place, a natural bondage force that ensures he can’t even wriggle when I start teasing him in my own unique and frustrating way.
For some reason I cannot explain my gaze was drawn to the outlined shapes between his legs and I decided that that was where I would start with powerful vibrations of my Hitachi Magic Wand. “There’s really no rush today, is there?” I told him as he felt the first teasing touches and vibrations pressed hard against the shaft of his cock. Those of you lucky enough to have visited me in person will already know that I can bring any man to a gasping climax in no time at all with my wand… but this time I was determined to make him wait for as long as I wanted for that much-desired climax. Just a few minutes of wanding had him shaking, and desperate to be finished: which is, of course, the perfect time to stop the stimulation, change his position, and let his frustration grow.
I don’t think his frustration was helped by my outfit of a black and white rubber catsuit, so tight that it felt as though it had been spray-painted onto my body - nor by the fact that he was wearing a fetching little coloured chastity cage. Wanting to examine that more closely, I soon had him suspended in a sitting position with his rubber-clad thighs pulled apart and his most tender places exposed to me gaze. There was hardly time to give him the attention he was craving before I decided on yet another position, and laid him down on the double suspension bed, still gagged and hooded, and wrapped nice and snugly in a leather body bag.
His bondage was very far from over which meant securing him down on the bed, with my white leather straps contrasting beautifully with the black leather of his bondage bag. One of the advantages of this bag is the zip system which allows me to expose his shaft and fit a Venus wanking machine tube without allowing him any freedom of movement whatsoever. Once that was sucking away, I increased his torment even further by relaxing next to him and adding the wand vibrations back into the mix alongside the Venus tube’s actions. The long day was still not over (so much fun when I can take my time like that) and so he had to try out the sensations of being suspended face-down in my stylish new sling. It was there that I finally took pity on him after a day of teasing and torment and decided to reach underneath with my trusty wand to produce the relief he was so desperate to receive. Pity does not normally live on my premises… what a lucky slave to session with me on a day I was feeling kind.

Loads more photos on 'The BDSM Laboratory' website blog

Wednesday, January 27th 2021

The Replica Latex Bondage Session

I do so love a challenge, and a recent latex session gave me the perfect opportunity to rise to just such a challenge, and to show off my bondage and suspension skills to the full in my wonderful new playroom in West London. The client concerned is a man who adores the scent and feel of latex, and who had taken the trouble to research on the internet to find a video which aroused him, and which gave a revealing insight into the type of latex bondage which he craves. His next step was to send that video to me in order that I could prepare properly in advance to do the best possible job of replicating the experience for him to be able to live it out, in real-time, in a session with me. As I watched his film I realised that this was my client throwing down the gauntlet for me to pick up and fulfil some of his deepest and darkest bondage desires.

I know that a scenario like this is not everyone’s cup of tea. Some people love to be surprised by my devious plans, and it’s true that I pride myself on the range of creative cruelty and teasing delights that I always bring to any session. It’s also good, however, on some occasions to have the time to play and adjust and modify and ready the equipment to recreate someone’s fantasy latex wishes. After all, “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery”. In this case, the guy concerned had got his video off social media, but the quality was good enough for me to work out precisely what I would need to replicate it in full. I was pleased to get the time to prepare my suspension winches in just the right location, and to get the appropriate body harnesses in place, and the clothing out of the wardrobe.

He was soon in a rubber suit of the right size, along with latex gloves, socks and hood. Having the right gear meant that I I could have his hands strapped just as he wanted in the video, and still maintain the access I needed to get to his nipples. What followed was me adding electro-nipple pads, a leather parachute and weights, electro-arse and cock. I topped that little lot up with weights hanging from his balls parachute and then changed that for a second parachute: one of my favourites because it is equipped with internal sharp pins to intensify the sensations he felt. Of course, ‘enough is never’ enough for me, and so I added insult to his injury by strapping on a CBT pin-prick sheath around his cock.

My new building doesn’t have the extra height ceilings that my last industrial unit enjoyed, but this matters not when you can’t see anything under your hood or blindfold. Once you’re swinging it fools your senses and makes you disorientated. The beauty of that is that you could be two inches off the ground – or ten feet high in the air. Either way, you tend to focus on the electrics working away on and in your body and the added stress of the ball weights swinging beneath you.

All of those games are taxing for the body and I realised that my client would need to catch his breath for a short while. So, we moved to the sling which, although putting him a more relaxed position, was certainly no less relentless with the games I was playing. I carried on upping the pressure with electric pads added under the CBT board, constraining his balls even further and generally contorting it all. In the end, however, I did think he had earned a much-needed reward, and I got out the wand. Following all of the treatments he had received it was an easy task to make him cum…but then that, in a way, is the point of it all, is it not?

Tuesday, January 26th 2021

Hypnosis for the Rubber Maid

Few of us in life are granted an opportunity to start our lives over again, with a complete reprograming of our senses, our desires, and our sexual tastes. This, however, was precisely what I offered to one fortunate client, before lockdown intervened, when I planned and executed the perfect hypnosis and brainwashing therapy session which I knew would change him forever and leave him utterly addicted to me. He had been tricked into arriving at my new West London premises, and was soon stripped of every stitch of his ‘normal’ clothing and bound helplessly to a chair for the first stage of his treatment to begin.

That 1st stage is hypnosis: a process which I knew would resonate with his very soul to bend him completely to my will. It’s astonishing what one can do with mere soft-spoken and erotic words to make a man accept without question the keywords I wish to implant in his mind through hypnosis. As that hypnosis continued, I soon saw that he was losing the ability even to speak to me, and was now following only the path which I had laid out for him. It is one of the pleasures of my life to see men arrive at the laboratory in their everyday ‘normal’ role: only then to be transformed into whatever rubber creation I have decided is suitable for the identity I wish them to assume.

Stage 2 involved the dressing of this slave to transform him into my perfect rubber maid. With each item of rubber clothing his identity was stripped away, piece by piece, and replaced with a new personality which had been crafted for him by a depraved and deviant Domme. (I wonder if you have any idea of who might have been taking that role in this little psychodrama production?) It did not take long for me to dress him in his full rubber outfit of maid’s dress, hat and little apron, rubber stockings, suspender-belt, and breast-forms to produce a pleasing womanly shape. What my individually created rubber maid did not realise was that ‘her’ new clothing had been impregnated with my own unique brand of submissive hormones which soaked into his skin to assist with his hypnosis and transformation.

For the 3rd stage of his hypnosis I introduced a Nova Pro sensory deprivation light show to pump rhythmic sounds and flashing lights in unison and swamp every one of his senses which has already been heightened by the feel and the scent of the rubber clothing he was wearing. The Nova Pro rewired ‘her’ brain by instilling a desire to submit to her new owner. With hormones now surging through his body it was time for his residual male member to be stroked and stimulated in order that the last vestiges of testosterone could be extracted forever.

There was still a final Stage 4 to be faced. That involved the big ‘reveal’, when my rubber girl was placed in front of the video camera to see her new self, projected for me to admire, on the large television screen on the BDSM Laboratory wall. I could see she was both fascinated and aroused by viewing her fresh, doll-like face, permanently stuck in place to signify the new whole-life protocol she will follow from now onwards. As I whispered in her ear: “THIS is real life now. THIS is who you are . You are reborn”.

Wednesday, November 11th 2020

Masturbation in bondage

It will come as no surprise to you that many of my clients are utterly addicted to me… and to their incessant need for endless masturbation in the tightest of rubber bondage. For all of those who love constant edging and wanking that rolls on and on for hours, I’ve collected a fantastic selection of wanking machines and masturbation sucking equipment which can keep even the neediest subs in wanking heaven for as long as I desire. Thus it was that one lucky client found himself sampling the pleasures of the full range of my Serious Kit milking machine attachments while encased in head-to-toe rubberwear and restrained on the ‘Super Boomer’ bondage chair in a session this week. As well as being able to feed aromas into his breathing tube, the chair has a unique feature of an elastic latex face covering in a frame which I can lower down to make certain that his head is held in rigid bondage to complete his restraint experience.

Now I should add that the Serious Kit equipment, much of which I helped design and test as prototype attachments in recent years, is capable of doing far more than merely wanking off a client with its rhythmic sucking action and the way it slides up and down the lubricated shaft of a stiff cock. In the hands of a skilled operator like me the Serious Kit wanking tubes can be electrified, made to suck harder or softer as required, and will continue relentless and endless masturbation for as long as your Mistress requires. I can syringe lube into the tubes as I wish, and It’s also worth warning that if I decide that your wanking will continue until a climax, there’s no guarantee that I will stop the machine masturbation until I am good and ready to do so. Beg me for mercy if you like while your post-orgasm masturbation continues but – as I often say – “Pity doesn’t live here” and it is Mistress’s hands that are on the controls.

Over the course of sessions this week I’ve also utilised some of the kit’s lesser-used attractions, such as the nipple suction cups which are held in a custom-built leather bra harness around the client’s chest and which can bring either pleasure or pain to your nipples depending upon my mood, the strength of the suction, and the power of the electrics I decide to run through your nipple cups. I’ve also had a lot of amusement by testing out the electrified anal plug which sucks itself against your anus and plunges a stiff metal dildo in and out of the hole in a relentless act of buggery. Combine all that with the special twin testicle cups which grip and suck on your balls, and you have an overload of sensations sufficient to bring even the most experienced BDSM players to their knees. I fitted almost everything together on one wretch this week. When I asked him to describe what was happening, he summed it up nicely: “It feels like I have a cock stuffing my arse, a mouth sucking my cock while it also gets wanked, two hands pinching my nipples… and fingers mercilessly gripping and squeezing my balls… it’s heaven!”

Continuing that theme with my client this week, I dressed him in heavy rubber, laid him down on the bondage bench and proceeded to feed watersports through a red rubbed lip gag while we continued his edging with the use of another wanking machine, my trusty Venus 2000 and its selection of masturbation tubes of all shapes and sizes. Flat on his back (with electrics and arse-plug added for good measure) we just rolled on and on into a wankfest without end. I think he enjoyed himself, although naturally it is my enjoyment that always counts the most of all.

Wednesday, November 11th 2020

Day of the Doll

Day of the Doll

Many slaves talk about their desire to be kept in long-term chastity and suffer the pangs of endless frustration in order to please their Mistress: but few manage to fully embrace that challenge and suffer in ways that might please me. I was glad, therefore to be able to ‘reward’ one of my most loyal slaves who presented himself at my new West London BDSM Laboratory after a long period of his own personal sexual lockdown with his cock securely caged in a chastity device and with balls aching for a release that, for him, never seems to come – or perhaps I should say ‘never seems to cum’. I immediately decided that his reward was to be my ‘rubber doll’ for the day and test out the capabilities of my new bondage equipment and toys to the full.

The delight for me in having such a chastity doll is that the devotee concerned is instantly transformed into a faceless object; a doll to be used and abused as I wish knowing that chastity has increased what this slave considers to be his devotion to his Goddess. Naturally, all of my slaves are only here for my amusement, but knowing how long this guy had been suffering in chastity made it even more fun for me to slip the rubber face hood in place and reduce him to an inanimate object… a plaything for his Mistress, secured in a virginal white, rubber bondage suit to match the pristine white surroundings of my BDSM Laboratory.

First order of the day was to unlock his long-term chastity device and offer him at least the teasing promise that today might just be the day that his enforced chastity ended with an orgasmic release. The problem for my slave was of course that pity doesn’t live in my BDSM Laboratory, and the chances of him being granted relief were always going to be vanishingly small. But there’s always hope, isn’t there? And he must have been full of lust as I attached electrics in all his tender places and began a process of slow machine masturbation to raise his frustration levels through the roof. There had to be severe bondage to curb any tendency he may have had to touch himself, and so he was soon in a leather cage suspended from my ceiling.

I have to say that with his rubber doll hood, short blonde hair pinned back from his face and with his staring bright blue rubber eyes, he made an attractive little play rubber doll as he swung gently in total suspension, gripped by multiple leather straps and unable to move a muscle to protect himself from my less than honourable attentions. Then it was onto my double bondage bed for him in order that he could be strapped down flat on his back, and more electrics could be bought into play. I decided to try out a selection of various male chastity devices, all of them different from the one in which he spends much of his sexually frustrated life. With each change of device and each new discomfort that the unfamiliar pressures caused I allowed just a brief spell of more masturbation to increase his desire even more.

If you are thinking that after his long spell in chastity and his constant teasing, I finally allowed my devotee to enjoy an orgasm… then you just don’t know your Mistress very well, do you? When I judged he was at breaking point then it was time to fit the cruellest chastity device of all: an electric beauty that held him secure and will keep him that way until I decide differently. “This will increase your devotion even more,” I told him. “Cope with it… off you go now… Goodbye”.

The perfect end to the perfect Day of the Doll.

Monday, June 20th 2016

A Lesson In Leather For The Boss

There is nothing worse than having an evil, bad-tempered, thoughtless and bullying boss making one's life a misery at work, and so when a poor secretary contacted me this week for help in dealing with her unpleasant employer I was only too delighted to introduce him to a behavioural modification programme inside the dungeons at my Hanwell Towers establishment. It was clear from my initial examination that this arrogant man was badly in need of being taken down a peg or two. I decided that some severe treatment was in order to ensure that he would forever change his nasty ways.

Before he even had time to protest, I had the wretch stripped naked and fully encased in a leather strap-cage in which I could hang him, helpless, from the ceiling in the suspension room. Naturally, to keep him subdued, I had tightened a leather hood around his head and gagged him to remove any possibility of him protesting against the painful treatments that were coming his way. Degradation and humiliation are an essential part of the Hanwell regime and so I had earlier made him bend over in front on me, holding his arse cheeks apart in order that a large, metal electroplug could be inserted deep into his rear.

Nothing, however, keeps a man more compliant than constant sexual stimulation and for that reason I also strapped one of my Venus wanking machine tubes onto his cock and set the device running at the slowest of speeds to repeatedly suck and slide along his shaft in a way that I knew would tease him whilst denying him any chance of emptying his full bollocks. I also knew precisely how to best increase his excitement and frustration and I left him dangling while I called one of my beautiful slavegirls into the room. She was encouraged to remove all of her clothing and then parade herself in front of him, exposing herself completely but never getting close enough for him to touch her naked flesh. Every time that my patient showed signs of enjoying the show I started beating his rear to make him better consider the error of his bullying ways.

By now this arrogant boss had been reduced to an abject state of dribbling, sexual arousal and I upped the pressure even more by forcing the slavegirl to kneel in front of his leather cage and gently start to suck and tease his cock with her tongue. I have trained her to be an expert at using her mouth to repeatedly take a man to the very edge of an orgasm without ever allowing him to spurt his man-filth between her lips... until I give her permission to finish him off. I informed him that only when he had totally submitted and promised to mend his ways would he be allowed the relief he required. His tears and his desperate begging to be allowed to cum convinced me that his treatment was working and he screamed with pleasure when slavegirl finally increased the speed of her sucking to produce a shuddering orgasm as he hung in his leather reatraints.

The treatment had been a complete success but I know from experience that its effects are always short-lived. We have now pencilled-in regular abductions to Hanwell Towers in the future to ensure that we can properly subdue this intolerable behaviour and that his poor secretary finally gets the boss she deserves.

Friday, June 17th 2016

Englands Pride

As all my loyal submissives will know, I am so naturally dominant and sadistic that I rarely need any excuse to punish my slaves and give them the sessions of torment that they so desire. Sometimes, however, their bad behaviour can earn them extra mistreatment and make the day even more fun and enjoyable for me. When I heard that my sub today had bet on Wales rather than England to win their Euro football match, I simply had to take matters into my own hands to teach him that disloyalty has unpleasant consequences.

I put on my Union Jack socks, shorts and a tight crop top to cheer on the boys, and set about inflicting a wide range of tortures on the wretch whose lack of patriotism had irritated me. The session started with a long period of slow masturbation on the Venus wanking machine which I knew would build up his already-rampant sexual frustration to boiling point. Not, however, that I had any intention of allowing himself any form of relief until he had fully paid for his gambling sins.

The frustration play went on and on and on with periods of tease and denial taking him to the edge over and over again, helped by spells of face-sitting from his Mistress with the dual purpose of controlling his breathing and also increasing his excitement and desperation by allowing him the scent of his Mistress through the shorts pressed against his nose. Every time I sensed that he was getting so close that there was a danger of him losing control and having an unauthorised orgasm I calmed him down again by forcing long period of latex worship or by punching him repeatedly in the stomach until his moans reached a suitable pitch of discomfort.

My games continued until I sensed that the subbie's spirit had truly been broken and that he had learned a valuable lesson. After all of the teasing and denial, he was dribbling with lust and crying out to be allowed to cum. It was at that point that fate intervened on my slave's behalf with the injury time goal that ensured that England had won the match and that the wretch had lost his disloyal bet. It made me think that perhaps on this occasion he had suffered enough and in a rare moment of Mistress's compassion I let him spurt his man-filth into a condom which I could then turn inside out and drip into his mouth.

I'm sure that the taste of his spunk will linger through his evening as a reminder that irritating his Mistress is NEVER a good idea.

Wednesday, June 8th 2016

I Need A Real Man!

Imagine being hogtied in such a way that your every move causes stronger and stronger sensations of pressure against your prostate and there is nothing whatsoever you can do to relieve the bondage fix you have got yourself into with a cruel and creative Mistress such as me. The rectal pressure for my latest slave came from the metal anal hook which I had inserted deep into his rear before securing the protruding end with ropes to the head harness which guaranteed he was going nowhere without my permission. To add to his humiliation and discomfort I had already interrogated him at length to extract the pin number for the wretch's credit card; purely as a domination role play that he had requested - although it was great fun for me to threaten to leave him hogtied in the dungeon while I went out on a spending spree at his expense. I teased him that I would be satisfying my every hunger with his card which, had I carried out the threat, would have proved a costly game indeed!

I upped the degradation and humiliation levels a lot that day by bringing a hunky male porn star into the building so that I could admire his muscles and the massive size of his cock in front of my hogtied slave who could do nothing other than lay there and feel humiliated about his own pathetic cock and feeble body. It was no more than the sissy cock-sucker deserved to be reminded that a Mistress such as me needs a real man to keep her satisfied while the pathetic slaves demonstrate how lowly they are by begging for more and more humiliation at my hands.

Building to a humiliation finale I made my slave put on a show for me; a hilarious game in which he was required to pick up as series of objects with his teeth while his arse was still impaled with the metal hook and his balls were weighted down to make it all a little bit more challenging. It was such fun (for me) but in the end I moved him onto the bondage table and stretched his legs wide apart for some frustration training. With higher levels of the electro-stim and some painful nipple torment I made him beg over and over again to be allowed some sexual relief. Only when I was totally convinced that his desperation was genuine did I finally allow him to shoot his load.