Sessions

Kidnap roleplay domination

I have received a couple of requests for these recently, simply a photo attached to an email asking for a one hour session and to include kidnap roleplay and other activities once back at base.  This style of request is unfeasible and unrealistic.

I have done kidnap RP’s before and this would only be with another Mistress  (one to drive/look out and one to bundle you in the car)  It is only offered to existing known clients and only on double domme days as advertised on my site or Mistress Janes  http://mistressjane.co.uk/  Due to the time spent driving to a location and dropping you back afterwards there would be a min session time of 1.5hrs x2 as you need to pay each Mistress and an agreed surcharge/fuel charge.

The location is selected by us and you have to follow instructions exactly! You are also required to pay not just a small deposit but half the session rate upfront to ensure you do not wimp out on the day.  With the remainder in an envelope in a small bag/rucksack.

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Mistress Helen Ryder

 

 

 

I couldn’t believe my luck when my gorgeous boss Miss Ryder invited me back to her house for coffee after the company Christmas party. She looked so sexy in her white satin blouse, black skirt and stockings. Was I really going to have the sexual fantasies that went through my head every time I saw Miss Ryder in the office become reality? It seemed that way, as after a coffee and some flirting both ways I was invited upstairs for a massage.

When we got upstairs it seemed a bit odd that there were implements of torture all around the room but I thought some people collect stamps, art and many other things. This must be Miss Ryder’s hobby. My mind way focused on the massage and it wasn’t long before I was in heaven laying face down having oils gently rubbed all over by back and the backs of my arms and legs. Once I was completely relaxed Miss Ryder asked me to roll over. It didn’t seem a big deal when she asked if it was ok to tie me up, after all loads of people enjoy a bit of bondage with their sex I thought. I was strapped down to an examination table with my leds spread wide apart, handed tied to the side of the table and strap across my chest so I could hardly move.
Suddenly Miss Ryder’s attitude towards me completely changed. “How dare a lowly employee like you think you had a chance with me” said Miss Ryder. “Did you really think someone as gorgeous as me would want to have sex with an old man like you”? “The only reason I invited you to my house is because as well as being your boss I am a part time dominatrix and I felt like dishing out some severe torture on an unsuspecting employee”. “By the time I’m finished with you you will submit to anything I demand in the office, and if you don’t you will be humiliated in front of the other employees and fired”.
My torture began with some nipple stretching, although it was a bit painful I handled it reasonably well. My thighs and cock we’re whipped and I handled that ok as well. Maybe Miss Ryder was only into light domination I thought. It wasn’t long before I found myself strapped down to her whipping bench and realized how wrong I was. Electrics were pushed into my ass and strapped around my penis. I think I was lucky that Miss Ryder didn’t turn the shocks up to anywhere near full power. A whipping from Miss Ryder’s riding crop and paddle soon had me realizing that inflicting pain is a turn on for Miss Ryder.
As my whipping continued something within my head switched my perseption of Miss Ryder. She was no longer the sexy boss from my office that I had sexual fantasies about, but I now wanted to be her slave and do anything that she wanted if it pleased her. I wanted to prove my devotion by submitting in a way that I had never ever submitted to anyone before. Miss Ryder suggested needles through my nipples. The thought of this filled me with fear, but I knew it was something that I had to do.
The thoughts of backing out kept going through my mind so I asked Miss Ryder to strap me down so that escape was impossible. She obliged and was soon taking care of hygiene with antiseptic wipes. The first needle went in. It hurt so  badly when being pushed through but once in place was not to bad. The needle into my other nipple was just as painful until it had passed all the way through.
As sense of great achievement was felt by taking a torture that I had never experienced before. True submission is doing something for your mistress that is over and beyond your comfort level. Needles though my nipples were just that. When I go back to work I will now see Miss Ryder in a completely different way. I’m no longer just her employee. I am her slave.I just want to please her and will do whatever she asks if it pleases her.
Written by slave D, a homework task to complete in his own time about his session.

There are so many aspects to BDSM one of which is  “Roleplay” which is what this blog and story is about. I was quite shy at school (yes I know that’s hard to believe) and when it came to certain subjects I would hide at the back of class so didn’t belong to any drama class (how silly) as now it’s something I excel in when asked to get involved in this style of play.  However in the playground I used to chase the boys and catch them with my friends and tie them up to the lamp post  in the school grounds with my skipping rope, on one occasion pulling one boys pants down who had previously caught one of my friends playing “knicker chase” certainly not allowed or tolerated these days!

People come and see me for a variety of reasons, one main example is escapism from their mundane and everyday life or that they have high profile jobs and need to let go.  Visiting a Mistress can be very liberating and with so much choice available such as sensual or alternate massage, total power exchange, fetish fun, CP and in some cases the need to play a part and be someone else and have some fun.

The story part of this blog (soon to follow) is written by my client Northee (he wishes to be known as) so you have permission to pop the kettle on, feet up or get on your knees, read and enjoy 🙂

Part one

How dumb was that bad man in the film Thelma and Louise? Louise had a revolver aimed straight at him, and at such close range she would not miss. All he had to do was apologise – a very light sanction considering he tried to rape Thelma. If he had apologised he would have lived. But he had to be clever and retort with a wisecrack. His wisecrack was his death sentence; he barely got out “suck my cock” when BANG, down he went finished forever. If the pursuing police only knew of the full facts of what happened at that car park, then they may have been pursued with more understanding. The story could have ended in a more satisfactory way than seeing them literally driven over the edge.

Similarly, three men would not have been reduced to chalk outlines on a station platform if they weren’t so dumb with Mrs. Gray as the main bad man in Thelma and Louise. And if the detective that called around to question Mrs Gray kept his mind on the job he was meant to do rather than ogling all over her and especially at her shoes, then he wouldn’t have ended up taken down to the ground in a hammerlock, then left prostrate from four vicious kicks with Mrs Gray’s mary-janes bulleting into his stomach and arm. If he did his job right, he wouldn’t have been lying helpless and winded on the ground watching Mrs. Gray walk away casually making her escape.

It started politely and professionally enough at 11 o’clock when the grey suited detective in a Cambridge blue shirt and Oxford blue tie knocked on Mrs. Gray’s door. Mrs. Gray was bespectacled in black attire, black skirt, stockings and gold and black patterned mary-jane when learning he was detective let him into the house.

The detective having introduced himself explained:

“I’m investigating the deaths of three men at the railway station and before they died they all muttered the name Mrs. Gray”.

“oh how shocking, and unusual that its a woman that done it. And you think it was me?”, Mrs. Gray replied with a seemingly sweet innocence.

The detective in a reassuring tone replied “oh no, I am not jumping straight to that conclusion. As you can appreciate because the name Mrs. Gray was mentioned, we have to investigate all Mrs. Grays in the area. Its just routine, nothing to worry about …”, jokingly adding with a mischievous laugh, “… unless you did it of course”.

Mrs. Gray played along with the little joke with an equally mischievous smile, adding “but I couldn’t really shoot them”.

As soon as she said that, Mrs. Gray realised she had just incriminated herself; the men were dead but there had not been any mention of how they died. She was gripped by a momentary fear of arrest, anxiously studying the detective’s body language for the expected confirmation that she was about to be arrested. Instead what she saw was the shoe-fetishist in him come out; he let his professionalism fall to the floor where his mind was absorbed in study of Mrs. Gray’s feet and shoes.

Mrs. Gray initially felt relief that she knew she was safe from arrest, because she knew where the detective’s mind was. At the same time she felt an anger boiling over with him; he was supposed to be upholding the law, and there he was being as pervy as the men she dealt with at the station. But for the moment she was playing it cool with him, biding out of the time until he went. She used his fascination with her shoes to her advantage; when sitting down, she crossed her legs and kicked the shoes up and down, almost hypnotising the detective like the swinging of a pendulum watch in front of a mesmerized animal. A few occasional crossing and uncrossing of the legs, with a head tilt and sweet smile ensured the detective’s mind was never going to get back to the job in hand.

The detective was asking questions but wasn’t paying attention to any of the answers. Having asked the basic questions of background of what work she did and where, and when she travels by train, to which she gave a calm and collected answer, he then just seemingly asked questions to stall for time – so he can continue observing her feet and shoes. Mrs. Gray knows his game; she is going from a bide her time mode to seeking an exit strategy. She felt same from arrest, but now the detective has become a pest.

“Have you got any id on you, … just to confirm who you are?” the detective asks.

“yes, sure, I have a driving licence in my handbag”, Mrs. Gray replies, sensing this is the opportune moment to immobilise the detective and make her escape.

She draws him over to where her handbag is, and manoeuvres him to the spot where she will fell him. She pretends to be clumsy dropping a few stuff hoping the detective goes down to the floor and then she can kick him and make her escape, but the detective was just so engrossed in admiring her shoes, feet and legs, that he was oblivious to it. He didnt do the gentleman thing and pick it up for her. So she required another plan.

Hand on driving licence in her handbag, she takes one glance at the detective posture and alertness. She will use the surprise and takedown move. She catches him by surprise by whipping out her driving licence and putting nearly under his nose. As the detective adjusts himself to be able to study the licence, Mrs. Gray had secured his wrist and elbow, applied a turn to his wrist that bent his arm, and it was behind his back before he knew it. Mrs. Gray had the detective in a hammerlock, unleashing a verbal tirade at him for being a pervert as bad as all the other men she knew.

Tirade over, she pushes him face down on to the floor, one hand on the back of his neck and the other arm securing his arm in a hammerlock. Almost as soon as she let go of him while he was face down on the floor she launched four rapid and vicious kicks on him. Her mary-janes blasted him twice in the stomach like bullets to knock the wind out of him. Then one bullet kick to deaden his arm and one more bullet kick to deaden his thigh.

The two kicks to the stomach area had knocked the wind totally out of the detective and all he could do was lie on the floor for the next 10 minutes grimacing in pain slowly trying to get his breath back. And when he did finally regain is breath back, he found he found he still couldn’t get up off the floor; the dead arm and leg Mrs Gray gave him left him unable push himself up from the floor. He just has to lay there all on his own, smarting that his male pride had been ripped to shreds by a woman.

Mrs. Gray had all the time in the world to walk away and escape to a hideout.

End of Detective Calls Part One

Pegging, I’ve added to my collection of cocks and I’ve been having lots of fun taking many a cherry over the last few months as well as gently stretching and taking my existing clients in varied positions 😉  Ask me about my superb curved GSpot and another that has balls that jiggle inside.

Spanking, I’ve met some fun players over the last year and made many a bottom very rosy indeed.  My hands, hairbrush and all manner of impact play implements are at My disposal.

CP, always adding to my collection of toys and players so if you are thinking of booking then do get in touch.  I’m always on the look out for anything interesting to add to my collection and gifts are warmly welcomed.

EStim and ElectraStim New toys in my collection and those who haven’t tried it, well you really don’t know what you are missing out on!  The most delicious pulsing waves of pleasure (and pain if I crank up the level as desired)  await you.

General news:

I’m still on occasions working with my super mate Mistress Jane for double domme, this usually takes place in Berkshire at her well equipped premises.  On occasions when she visits me for a social, we do offer one appointment on the evening that she travels down to one of my reliable regulars.  Apply if you wish to be placed on the list to contact, or simply keep an eye on My Twitter feed.  http://mistressjane.co.uk/

I had a trip to Milton Keynes recently to visit my other fab friend Domina Sara aka The Medical Mistress who has the establishment The Practice.  I had the pleasure of a double domme on her subject “M” who was a very good patient into medical roleplay with a circumcision and castration fetish (we did of course leave him intact) so we can all play out this fantasy another day 😉  http://medical-mistress.co.uk/  I had such a fun time and hope to go back again soon.

And finally I got to meet the man behind http://essentiawhips.co.uk/ always great to put a face to the fantastic workmanship in these superb items.  Many a Twitter exchange and good natter on the phone over the years and I met the Murphy too, gorgeous boy 🙂

The FemDom Ball 2016, what a fantastic night that was!  I attended the event with my London Slave Rodda, who ensured I was collected from the station, wined and dined before setting off to the ball.  I met some lovely ladies and caught up with Twitter friends (always great to meet in person) Slave was a gracious host and ensured I was most comfortable up in The Tower overnight and served me very well the next day.  https://twitter.com/FemdomBall

My hair colour, yes it has changed with warmer tones for the Autumn and Winter, I have many wigs too which on occasions I wear in a session.  So those missing the “Blonde Bombshell” look then no problem!

Update on appointments: I do work weekends and it’s best to book a few days ahead at least if this is the only opportunity that you have to come for a session.  If you do not wish to use online banking to pay your deposit then you will need to attend a bank in person to pay the deposit into my account.

Thank you all for a good fun filled few months and long may they continue!

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Anal play hygiene, a guide for how to prepare yourself for a good pegging.

 

I’ve had many a bottom to play with, some come very well prepared and smell fresh as a daisy and others haven’t even bothered to wash let along have a douche out or use an enema system.

You can either purchase your own enema or douching kit.  Google is your best friend, use it to search on various suppliers, here are some links  for you to check out http://www.lovehoney.co.uk/sex-toys/anal-sex-toys/douches-enemas/

 

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If having such an item sent to your home or workplace is going to cause problems then simply pay the extra £20 fee to me and you can have a douche or better still an enema to flush you out before any anal or strap-on play commences. The enema I have here is a low volume of water with natural salts to activate the lower bowel and works within 5 to 7 minutes. I will administer it and then you will be sent to the toilet to expel and clean up.

Here is another link to include a great variety of anal toys, if you are new to anal play and wish to lose your virginity “I really love popping cherries” then if you are able to do some”homework preperation” with a small toy to help you relax and then you will become accustomed to items entering you, it will make pegging easier and not so daunting for your first time  http://www.edgeplay.co.uk/epwp/product-category/sex-toys/anal-toys/

Whilst I am on the topic of hygiene a reminder to either freshen up when you get here or have a shower within one hour of your session starting and wash your bottom and genital region after using the toilet.  98% of you come to sessions smelling delicious and squeaky clean (that I have to refrain from eating you, haha) sadly 2% don’t and I have a nose like a bloodhound and can tell!  And brush those teeth too!!!  I am in close proximity with you in sessions and adore a nice clean sweet smelling or simply clean body with fresh minty breath to play with.  I have mouthwash in my bathroom as well as a selection of gents products so if you need a freshen up or gargle then please ensure you use the bathroom first.  Great personal hygiene is essential to show respect to me your Mistress!  I do understand that some of you may have come straight from work and simply do not have the facilities to use before you visit me.

My future blog will be on sounds, the risks, the fun and what to expect.

Mistress Helen X

 

 

Dear all

News regarding BDSM & Massage appointments:

I will be away from Thursday 18th August lunch time through to Monday 22nd August inclusive and available for sessions from 23rd August.  I have limited availability Tuesday 16th August from 2pm to gents who have seen me before and space on Weds 17th August to anyone new who can pay a deposit in tomorrow.  Best time to reach me tomorrow is 9am to 10am for phone calls as I will be busy in session from 10:30am, or send over an email.

From 23rd August it’s business as usual until my next double domme day with Mistress Jane sometime in late September or early October (date to be announced) This takes place in Berkshire.

I look forward to seeing my regular playmates/slaves again very soon and fresh meat is always welcome.  When you email please ensure you provide some information to include why you wish to session with me, some dates/times/duration and a general list of likes/dislikes/ or willing to try BDSM activities.  I see gents over the age of 25yrs, fit and healthy and under 18 stone in weight (due to excess wear on dungeon equipment)

Best regards

Mistress Helen X

 

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**All photos used with approval of the subject with some edits to prevail identity, fantasy/fact/fiction with no harm to the participant, transient stripes and theatre style roleplay***

It had been a long day dealing with all the miscreants of the finishing school for young ladies and there was just Loretta Cox left to deal with in regards to inappropriate school uniform and her general behaviour.

My name is Helen Ryder and I am the new head mistress at the Burgess Hill academy. I am very keen to implement some new techniques such as aversion therapy, which Loretta would be receiving very shortly!

“Come in Loretta”

“Yes miss”

“Let’s have a good look at your uniform today, do you think you have stuck to school rules Loretta?

“I think so miss”

I lifted up Loretta’s skirt exposing a pair of non-regulation red panties with love hearts on them as well as sheer black lace top stockings.

“These are NOT regulation navy or black knickers Loretta, and wearing black stockings tut tut, you should be wearing long black school socks”

“I thought now I’m a big girl miss I can wear stockings”

“Oh no you can’t young lady, you break school rules and you pay the price, you are going to be spanked”

I grabbed Loretta and pulled her across my knees with head down low and bottom up high I spanked her over her non regulation panties and then to Loretta’s humiliation I pulled them down and spanked her bare bottom!

“Get up Loretta and pull your knickers up”

Loretta’s face was very red and almost as red and glowing as her bottom.

“You are dressed like a tart under your school uniform and as for the length of that skirt, which is very questionable”  “Dress like a tart then be treated like one, that’s my motto”

I  marched Loretta into a class where young ladies were taught the basics of beauty and started applying lots of make-up and red lipstick, it wasn’t long before Loretta was looking like a cheap tart.

“Stand up and look in the mirror”

Loretta stood in surprise at her very slutty appearance “Oh miss I look so grown up” she said smiling and twirling in front of the mirror.

”I was shocked that she had the audacity to look pleased with herself, well you are over 18 Loretta and being as you are so keen to look the part of a slut then you will be treated as such”

Having attended a very forward thinking course recently I had a bag of interesting items for aversion therapy.

I strapped on my black leather harness with a red veiny cock and gave the slut a condom “Loretta I think you can demonstrate how to put this on with just your mouth if rumours are true”

On her knees with her mouth full of cock Loretta certainly seemed to have had some practice and was soon deep throating and gagging on the cock.  Such a shame Mr Baxter the deputy head wasn’t around for Loretta to work on the real thing.

“Get up little slut and over that bench”

I strapped Loretta down to a black leather bench and stood right behind her telling her I was going to make use of her little fuck hole and make her very sore and that it would indeed be punishment and she would be so sore afterwards that she wouldn’t be so quick to bunk off after hours and sneak off to the local barracks and play with the squaddies.

Noticing some unruly public hair I got out a shaving kit I had seen in the beauty room and made her silky smooth.  I applied lots of wet sticky lube to her little fuck hole and finger fucked her first, opening her up and getting her ready for some cock.

I positioned myself behind her thrusting hard in one whole length into her tight fuck hole. Loretta instead of crying out “please stop” she was groaning and asking for more!  I worked her in every position with bigger thicker cocks and the greedy slut was still asking for more until I had her on her back on the gyno bench with her legs right over my shoulders banging her hard and fast.  Only stopping briefly to shave her a little love heart above a very excitable engorged clitty which was very moist.

It was at that moment I thought to myself why bother trying to curb a young ladies sexual appetite and simply encourage her instead, after all I could continue having a lot of fun with Loretta and encourage her to make use of her talents on webcam and getting paid for entertaining the local men as well as encouraging her into a very promising career in porn.

“Get off that bench Loretta and stand over there” I indicated pointing to the other bench ” bend across that spanking bench and stick your bottom right out”

I reached for my very thin cane known as the bastard and told Loretta that as her new head mistress I might well encourage her natural talents but she wasn’t getting off so lightly for her earlier cheek and she would have 12 of the best.

12 strokes later and one very welted red bottom I told her to pick her panties up and dismissed her.

What an end to the day I thought with a smile on my face.

 

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“Panty Perv gets spanked humiliated.”
This is an account of my recent highly enjoyable visit to Mistress Helen. If you ever feel the need to be under the control of a gorgeous dominatrix, great at role-play, with a sense of fun, who can also be strict and severe, then a visit to Mistress Helen Ryder certainly hits the spot.
I was supposed to be measuring up for a decorating estimate for Miss Ryder when she caught me sniffing panties from her washing basket. I was so engrossed that I didn’t notice her filming me on her phone until she barked “put those down you filthy pervert, and get in here! Now!”. She twisted my ear and pulled me into her work/play room. This was full of BDSM equipment: spanking bench, canes, crops, floggers, paddles, cuffs, ropes, gags, nipple clamps, and lots of other stuff I didn’t recognise.
“I’m Mistress Helen, a professional dominatrix” she announced as she slapped my face, “I have perverts like you for breakfast. If you don’t do that work for me for free, I’ll put this film will be all over the internet, with special attention for your wife and your boss. Do you want that?” I admitted that I’d rather she didn’t, and had to accept her demands. A few unpaid hours painting wouldn’t be so bad, and I hoped she would let me go.
“Not so fast” she said. “I’ve bought some new items, and I can try them out on you. Won’t that be fun?”. She didn’t wait for my answer. First up was a very large sissy maid costume. “Get undressed, and look sharp about it!” she ordered. When she saw I was wearing ladies panties with ‘PLEASE SPANK ME’ written on the back, she laughed, before obliging with a leather belt (“seeing as I’d asked so nicely”). I took them off, and she laughed even more at my chastity device. Forced to my knees, hands on head, I had to explain that my wife makes me wear the panties and device because she doesn’t trust me with female customers. “Don’t all wives do this?” I asked, but I just got another slap.
I was put into the dress, with matching panties, suspenders and stockings, a blond wig, and a frilly white hat and apron. “Very fetching” she said. “Give us a twirl and some curtseys”. I did as I was told. “Hmm. You’re about as elegant as an elephant!” she pronounced, as she put me in handcuffs, anklecuffs and nipple clamps. She ran another chain from my clamps to the ankle chain, so I could only take short mincing steps without pulling on my nipples. I was gagged with my own panties, held in my mouth by a bone shaped bit gag. “Sissies should be seen but NOT heard” she told me. Finally, a pink ‘SLUT’ collar with tinkly bells on was buckled round my neck.
 “You might look the part, but how good are you at chores?” she asked as she gave me a pink feather duster. She picked up something painful-looking that was like a short bullwhip with a dragon’s tail on the end, and marched me downstairs to dust her living room, casually flicking my backside with the whip as I did so. Ouch!
Dusting done and dusted, I had to serve her a cup of tea and then polish her shoes with the panties in my mouth while she sat and sipped her drink. By now I had been given quite a lot of penalty points for doing things either wrongly or too slowly. I was taken back upstairs, dusting the handrail as I went, and strapped to her spanking bench. She told me that 40 strokes from various implements, ending with 10 from a cane, should buck my ideas up. The cane was new, as she had recently broken her old one on another slave. I prayed she didn’t want to test this one to destruction too. It hurt, but the cane survived (and so did I) and I was released for my next chore.
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My gag was replaced by a rubber penis gag with a dildo sticking out the front. (I secretly hoped she might sit on it and bounce up and down, but no such luck.) No; she taped a pair of panties on the end, and led me into her spare room, which was full of shoes and boots. Despite my predicament, I couldn’t help laughing at how many pairs there were. For this I was punished. She replaced my clover clamps with a similar but far more painful pair with much stronger springs, and told me I would have to wear them for at least 5 minutes. She then looked for the first clamps. I tried to tell her through my gag that they were still attached to my chains. For grunting out of turn, I was sentenced to 30 minutes in the new clamps. A bit harsh, but when she saw I was actually being helpful she relented, and reduced the time to 10 minutes. “Be grateful for small mercies!” she told me. I could only nod in agreement.
I polished the shoes, and then two rubber dresses, with my duster gag. She removed the clamps, and put me back on the bench for another 30 or 40 strokes before letting me up again. “Stand there, and DON’T look round”, she ordered, as she pushed my nose into the doorframe. When she was ready, she led me by my ear to the bathroom, where I had to clean the washbasin and toilet. Thankfully I could use the brush instead of my tongue!
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For my final dose of discipline, she removed the penis gag, and put my dribble soaked panties back in my mouth, held in place by sticky tape. This time I was secured to the bench with wrist cuffs as well as leg straps. “Blimey, how hard is she going to hit me?” I trembled. Fairly hard, as it turned out, but in hindsight it could have been worse.
I was released, and made to curtsey several times, each one lower than the last, while thanking her for her correction. I had to promise to mend my panty sniffing ways, and she reminded me what would happen to the film she had taken of me if I ever lapsed back into my old habits.
With that, she told me to put my ordinary clothes back on. My only underpants were the soggy panties that had been used to gag me, but they did at least feel cool and soothing on my hot, sore, stripy red bottom. I half expected them to start steaming.
Yours
Pansy Penny

Corporal Punishment, Humiliation, Crossdresser, Role-Play, Strapon and much more!

I’ve also got back onto my healthy eating more juicing plan for a while and day 2 was a bitch!  The headache from hell (glad I had the foresight not to book anyone that day) I received a special offer for http://www.fuel-station.co.uk/ so decided to go for the 5 day soup/juice cleanse after my lovely meal out in Brighton (well Hove actually) haha at http://www.hoveplace.co.uk/

Phew what a fun week that was 🙂

I would write more salacious blogs but sometimes I have writer’s block even though I would be writing about a session that has taken place I feel the words need to freely flow. So here are a few pics from the last week instead, some from sessions, a meal out with Slave Rod including a trip into Brighton, some new latex that I ordered a couple of months ago, enjoy!

Oh yes that is a head girl school girl pic for a special roleplay 😉 as well as the PC Ryder roleplay!

 

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Written by slave S, spelling errors etc will be dealt with next time I see him!

So I guess I should start with my first experience of being under the power of a beautiful powerful goddess Mistress Helen after an email outlining my interests and a deposit for my first session ever after dreaming about it for over 10 years I had a short but informative conversation with Mistress Helen I was ready to visit 

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I called when I was outside Mistress Helens my heart was beating so very fast my hands were sweaty and my thoughts were moving at 100miles an hour I was given the all clear to arrive at the location my legs had turned to jelly and I'm amazed I made it to the door as the door was opened I was greeted with an amazing smile and a true goddess standing in front of me dressed in amazing high heels some wolford tights a short but not revealing skirt and a shirt she looked amazing I nearly dropped to my knees then although as it was my first session Mistress Helen wanted to go over my safe word find out more about my interests and set the scene for our role play 

I was a employee on the redundancy list and I had to do anything to keep my job it felt so real in fact a little too real I was scolded by my boss Ms Helen humiliated and put in my place as part of my new role in Ms Helens company I was instructed I would be cleaning her shoes and any other employees shoes that needed it and to keep my job I would have to use my tongue as the company would not pay for cleaning products as I could use my tongue to which I was ordered to my knees and made to lick Ms Helens amazing high heels she pointed out to me that there was mud on them and had accedently stepped in paint that morning and that I should make sure I get it all off . I found out that my staring at the girls nylon covered legs and heels had not gone unnoticed by all the girls in the office and they had a name for me the perv and mr blobby due to my fat ugly body Ms Helen pointed out to me that my life was under her control I would be doing a lot more for her in the future and the other girls in the office . After the shoes had been cleaned to Ms Helens requirements I was ordered to kiss and smell Ms Helens amazing and beautiful nylon feet and smell them I was asked if I needed a drink and my mouth was so dry Ms Helen allowed me to open my mouth and except her powerful spit it tasted so good in my mouth I started to crave more and realised that my new life would be in her hands I ment nothing to her just there for her amusement a toy to pick up and chuck down I was also told I would be locked away in chastity and I would only be able to cum in her presence when she allows this is far from my twice a day habit how will I survive I thought to my self I'm sure Ms Helen can read my mind as at this point she introduced me to her new machine Venus 2000 wow what an intimidating machine I was fastened to my seat and was used for Ms Helens amusement as the machine took control whilst Ms Helen made use of my erect nipples twisting them and pinching them whilst telling me who owned me and that my little clitty should enjoy this as it will be my last time and that if I cum I would be eating it all this was too much for me and before I knew it I was being made to lick my cum out of the reseptical after a few spanks on my fat bottom I was sent on my way craving being in Ms Helens company again I do hope Ms Helen finds some uses for me in the future and let's me out of this infernal cage