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Tuesday, January 12th 2016

chilly success

Although I am, as you know, a modest Mistress by nature: I think it is true to say that most of my subbies and slaves would describe their Mistress as a `hot` lady... especially when they are strapped down to my whipping bench trying to wriggle out of some much-deserved punishment. I was, however, far from hot just after Christmas when I dressed myself in a freshly-shined rubber outfit for a photoshoot in temperatures a long, long way below freezing in a forest in Norway. I had dressed in my stunning, latex, military-style uniform at my hotel which meant I was tightly-rubber clad for the three hour drive from my ski-resort hotel in central Norway to the freezing, snowy forest near the historic town of Trandumskogen. They say, don`t they, that horses sweat, gentlemen perspire and ladies `glow`: so all I will reveal is that this lady was certainly glowing in her rubber by the time we reached the shoot location.

This was a 90 minute shoot with a talented Norwegian photographer but in total it took an entire day after you add in the two hours it took me to put on the rubberwear at my hotel and the six hours of driving. To cap it all I went from a hot car to a frozen landscape in VERY sub-zero temperatures and then discovered that, naturally, there were no bathroom facilities in the forest! It was all worth it though because the photographs were very good and they make up yet another stunning portfolio of pictures which I will share in due course with the loyal members of my club site. One of the highlights was watching my slave being directed by me as to when and where he should walk and move around. I had him dressed in a pumped up rubber suit with a huge, inflatable latex hood. He distinctly resembled a rubber Mr Man figure which proved a source of endless amusement for his mistress throughout the day.

All of the rubberwear, my patent boots, the pumping machine and the like took a huge amount of space in my car; I was just grateful that the fetish photographers had a selection of his own fetish gasmasks with him so that i didn`t have to add those to the enormous suitcases full of kinky equipment with which I usually travel on my many trips around the globe living up to my reputation as a famous international BDSM Mistress. I enjoyed my trip to the near-arctic, honing my skiing skills, seeing beautiful winter landscapes, taking those wonderful pictures and, best of all, giving some of my Scandinavian friends the chance to book their own private BDSM sessions with me at various hotels around the country.

All in all a great (albeit chilly) success.

Tuesday, January 22nd 2013

multi milk meyhem

Despite being struck down yesterday with the horrid sickness bug, today I was ready to wage war on the world of male frustration and denial. I arrived early and summoned an extra pair or hands to help me rig the various milking machines, mix lube, arrange outfits and hoods and of course start my planning. My extravagant plans had been whittled to be a few, 3 precisely to be wanked, teased and simultaneously frustrated all at the same time. It was a test of British ingenuity (the serious kit milker that Id previously purchased) verses American stable (the long standing Venus 2000 that has been with me for quite a number of years now.

All of my attendees were kitted out in multi coloured rubber. Id arranged the slaves in close proximity, all with electrics to various orifices pounding relentlessly and of course each slave attached to a perfectly fitted milking machine. Pumping away and with a lube feed going, it was quite a task in ensuring that each lube feed was fitted and filled, each tube maintained suction and bounce plus to top it all, making sure none of the fortunate subs was ever indeed close to cumming….after all my plan for allowing an orgasm or two was based on the ‘lucky 7’ scratch cards that decided the fate, would it be mine or their lucky day?

Unlike most parties I’d decided that each sub should be blindfolded throughout, a decision that I now wonder whether it correct; as there will be no way of truly appreciating the ingenuity of the machine marvel that id managed to orchestrate without seeing it with your own eyes. To say there were pipes, wires, electro-boxes, nipple devices, lube feeds etc. all hanging from one slave to the next, I couldn’t help but stand back and imagine all three linked like a Siamese set, almost undistinguishable from each other. Moaning in unison was certainly achieved, coupled with the fact that id lined up some nice and nasty surprises which none of the blindfolded slaves knew whether a) they were next b) whether their contemporaries squeal’s were pleasure of pain and c) whether or not it was indeed possible to be wanked to death, a question that I had posed very early on in the session.

I’m glad that the snowy conditions didn’t hamper the sexual tension, Was it a triple climax??? Did I indeed ruin the orgasms of 3?? It is no secret that my scratch cards did not indeed yield a handsome result? Alas without party attendance on this front you will never know.

Monday, January 7th 2013

Where the devil is he

“Well is a first”, I thought to myself as I entered the dungeon, “a missing slave? I know he has arrived, his clothes are still in place but has he suddenly developed super powers of invisibility?” Checking my downstairs room for evidence of sneakiness did alas bring no closure to the question, the slave was indeed still missing. Looking up to the locked attic still gave no clues, “surely not” I thought to myself, “the poor bugger is recovering from surgery, he’s fit, but scaling the great heights of my cage and hoisting himself up to the cell is not possible”. Of course as puzzled as I was, I didn’t want to go on the hunt, so I released my captive slave to go a-searching. Soon enough the evidence was there, he had indeed done the unthinkable and hidden himself away in the upstairs cells…..”Now there will be trouble” I thought.

I’d prepared a series of tests for the session: I needed to teach this cheeky slave to know his place and understand that there can be only one top - and that was me. Brandishing a list of obscure, almost-incomprehensible words I knew the lesson would be learned, my way! Spelling is difficult at the best of times, so add that an element of ‘distraction,’ as I’d like to call it, certainly ups the ante somewhat, I’d lined up a selection of implements to use if the slave dared to make a mistake. What’s more to make the test more interesting I demanded at certain times the definition of the word : after all who doesn’t know the meaning of scripophily?

Starting on the table and working the slave’s ass with a crop for warm-up, I wanted to find out whether or not having the added bonus of a slow, systematic, cock suck would help or hinder my trussed slaves plight? of course I had a waiting house slave’s mouth to assist. Working in complete unison we punished and teased the wretch to a devilish mixture of sensations to put that grey matter under strain. Interestingly enough the tease counteracted the pain and trussed sub was able to complete his task (damn it).

I continued to ‘distract’ in more painful, varied and interesting ways (of course I can’t reveal all my secrets) but the ending was indeed poetic. Trussed slave was tied in an upright position on the body-board, assisting house slave sat cock sucking, and myself adding something painful to the mix. The inevitable happened and the all-important milking occurred. What my house slave didn’t realise was that after a full collection was obtained in a durex, some unexpected recycling was to be enforced, right down his throat. As the challenge was met with almost a dead heat, some homework was set, create a paragraph containing all the necessary words and email it to me. His fascinating effort is listed below:

"Deep in Transylvania, where pterodactyls once lorded the skies and Dracula engaged in unconscionable acts of necrophilia, a latter-day BDSM scene was unfolding before an invited audience including a connoisseur of scripophily and a professor of psychiatry. The Mistress of Ceremonies, aka The Huntress, whose diaphragm muscles attested to hours in the gym, was flogging an errant slave for some malfeasance. Deliberately, carefully, as her slave swam in and out of consciousness on a tide of amyl, she was using her whip to haemorrhage the skin of his butt into her own unique brand - an “M” in Egyptian hieroglyphics.

Thursday, December 13th 2012

woods adventure

Picture the scene, the ground is pure white with frost, the sun hasn't risen, its 6:45 am and minus 5 outside. What, you may ask am I doing up at this time? The excitement of a photo shoot in the woods has got my brain on overdrive. I've packed all the necessary outfits and props the night before but there is hair to curl, make- up to apply and latex to pour myself into. Despite the best efforts of my slave to deter my enthusiasm (well we are both still suffering from chest infections that are taking too long to go) I'm determined to get the shots I want, but there's a bit of work to do first.

After the essential personal make over, coffee in the flask and 2 outfits plus a rain-mac in place (yes all on at once) off we head to Whippendell woods. My photographer friend has a wonderful wolf that suits the images to a tea, if the lively devil would only sit still! Its ok, I have my own human dog who is far far better trained at sitting.

Hat, no hat, leather trouser, corset, whip, no whip then strip, layer one comes off and a frozen MM is stood in minus 4.5 degrees in a wood wearing a single black catsuit and thigh boots. It has to be said that it was probably the fastest shoot ever, 45 mins tops (probably less) and I'm looking forward to getting out of the gear and into my normal clothes. Why I didn't put my thermals on under the rubber ill never know! The usual slippery slidy sexy rubber glide on my skin acted more like a frozen wet layer than an erotic charge, however, when all is said and done I'm looking forward to another round of it next week with another set of costumes. Great fun, quite funny trying not to sink and slip in high boots and avoid the dog walkers. Keep an eye on the site for the results I'm sure they will be outstanding. Well you can never accuse your Mistress of being a lazy bones now can you!

Saturday, December 8th 2012

Return of the Silent Sexy Movie

Another eventful day at Hanwell Manor with a filming extravaganza planned and executed. The crazy part of it however is yours truly is still suffering from a potent Lurgee. Admittedly I actually feel ok, I’ve bypassed the training all week as my lung capacity just couldn’t have taken the strain but luckily due to a reasonable level of fitness it’s stood me in good stead to continue about my daily plans. However a morning visit to the doctors has also helped as a good dose of anti-biotics, steroids for my breathing and inhalers couldn’t be more welcome to hit the symptoms on the head with a hammer. So filming was the interesting part as I literally had NO VOICE at all, which in fact could be more menacing as whispering threats and reminding my slaves that silence isn’t a virtue as I wanted to hear them make the screams I couldn’t.

My first film star is an experienced rope man himself, and arriving early gave him time to prepare his outfit whilst I prepared myself. I couldn’t believe my ears when Mr Rope said he hadn’t been to see me for 3 years. Wow time does indeed fly and let’s just say I’m glad that the rest of you don’t wait that long as id be extremely bored indeed. I knew my slave had a penchant for the extreme side of bondage and you know me, never shy of a challenge so I wasted no time to invert his rope clad body and set to work. With inversion, I’m still able to access all the vital parts of his body so I wasted no time in hooking up a rigid wide posture collar, wrenching the arms back and fitting urethral, nipple and anal electrics. I explained to my slave that I was intending to drag his safe word from him electrically as he had previously stated that he’s good at taking electro-stim. Indeed that may be the case but the words red rag to a bull also spring to mind. I wanted to prolong the misery, working rapidly but paced to give my subbie time to accommodate the ever increasing pulse, judging by his responses how easily he could manage just that bit more for me. When I felt the time was right for surrender, I pushed him over the edge and got what I wanted.

The next position involved lots of rope and suspension again only this time in the form of a suspension hogtie. I made sure that the nipples, cock and balls were easily accessible despite the multi layers of bondage and set about my task of raising him to pastures new. Now, those of you who know me well know I love to use every loose end of rope, every d ring and when a subbie arrives with a corset littered with d rings I just have to use to loops. Additional ropes were fitted to the ceiling and joined to the corset for effect. Swinging Mr Rope back and forth was an enjoyable sight, trussed, tied and available and utterly helpless, I could have watched him all day. However there was another safe word to extract via the same means, after all I have to show what my boxes can really do.

Mr Rope was finally ushered upstairs for more intense bondage, tease and not so much of the denial and his last stretched out roped position was completed. Yes, this time he was drained off, he had earned it. Thank you Mr Rope for a good start to a mammoth day. It’s strange, despite the busyness of my lifestyle, I never grow bored, tired or fed up with playing. I’m constantly looking for new things to do, ways to do it and different people to play with. I’m already planning my next week’s filming scenes, God knows when ill make a start on the editing? Probably in the New Year but in the meantime, lights camera and action.