It was a hot day in the clinic and Chief Consultant Helen Ryder had Miss Kitty Bliss an expert in her field of hypnosis as well as fully fledged in other medical areas in for a second opinion on a particularly difficult patient we shall refer to as Mr Brown.
On approaching the clinic Ms Ryder could hear voices and listened for a few minutes, she could hear Mr Brown not only providing his full medical history but talking about his deviant perversions very openly with absolute glee and on entering the room she saw a big smirk on his face.
“Mr Brown, your deviance is nothing to be proud of, wipe that smirk off your face”
“sorry miss”  he looked down but seemed to be rather proud of himself
“Where is your urine sample? Ms Ryder raised an eyebrow at Mr Brown and looked very stern
“I forgot it miss”
“Well that’s simply not good enough, come with me”
Mr Brown was taken to the toilet and Ms Ryder stood over him with a plastic jug ready to take his sample.
“I can’t seem to go” he looked very embarrassed.
“Back into the room then Mr Brown, we shall continue with your treatments”
“Thank you Ms Bliss for coming along today to give a second opinion on Mr Browns condition, I do believe you really are the best in your field and I think some future hypnosis sessions might get him back on the straight and narrow”
Ms Bliss agreed and between them they came up with a series of tests known as “attitude adjusters” and “Perversion Therapy” also known as PT but not as you might know it at the gym!
Between them a series of nipple clamping took place, being attached for a while and then removed, adjusted, pulled off and reattached at regular intervals as Mr Brown gave every single account of his perverted ways.  They did indeed become very sensitive and sore and rather took the wind out of his sails as time went by and his enthusiasm about his perverted ways became far less.
Mr Brown wasn’t very blessed with his manhood and hasn’t had sexual intercourse for a very long time, we strongly suspect that Mrs Brown simply finds him very perverse and disappointing in the bedroom department and most likely has a lover.  He is known to get an erection at the very sign of a bit of ankle display (how Victorian)  and yet he can not maintain it for very long and also suffers from premature ejaculation, oh dear!
It was discussed that Br Brown might be best off having full gender reassignment to become female and be a much more useful member of society, this would also give Mrs Brown some lovely female companionship.  Mr Brown would become Ms Brown over time but meanwhile could enrol in some training to initially become a cuckold and then fluffer to Mrs Browns lovers.  Meanwhile Mr Brown could also be put into chastity and his cock would be known as a clitty cock, being as it wouldn’t be able to get an erection caged!
An experimental injection of feminisation fluid was then injected into Mr Browns glans, he shrieked as it went in and complained, tut tut, the next procedure would have to be very painful indeed.  Any sign of an erection quickly went away!
Just to be certain Ms Bliss and Ms Ryder each took up a rubber cock whipper and thoroughly administered a series of hits on the glans, shaft and testes, he had to be gagged in order to proceed further.
The whole of the penile/groin area was fully prepared with antiseptic, clinnel wipes, Iodine swabs for the Esim sound to be administered.  Electrodes were attached to his perineum and Ms Bliss expertly inserted the sound into his well lubricated  urethral tract explaining to Mr Brown that this would be the only form of fucking he gets to receive as she pulled the sound up and let it sink down again.  Meanwhile the control box was gradually turned up.
“Tell us about your first panty experience”  Mr Brown gave a full account in graphic detail, which gave him an erection as he conveyed the story across.  The electrics were intensified, as well as the nipples repeatedly tortured to give him the pain/pleasure aversion therapy.  It was a good job he was tightly restrained as he would have been leaping up in the air.
It was essential to also take a sample from him to check for live swimmers in his semen (most unlikely with the injection) the wand was bought out and the shaft of his penis stimulated, this would normally take some time in a healthy virile male but on this occasion after barely being stimulated he cried out that he was coming, no time to catch the sample in the petri dish that it splashed onto the bench and the sample was ruined.
Mr Brown will be attending the Kink clinic again in the near future no doubt!
As Mr Brown was dressing he expressed that he didn’t find Ms Helen Ryder quite as daunting as her red head twin sister Helen Ann Ryder who will be attending his next medical most likely with Ms Bliss, these men never learn!  Ms Bliss shook her head and asked if he wanted to leave fully intact!
Thank you for a great session on Friday.
I booked a session with Mistress Helen and was asked if it would be OK to have another slave caged in the room during our session. That’s fine by me as I do like voyeurs present to witness my pain and add to my humiliation.
On arriving I was greeted by Mistress Helen who is an absolute beauty and a very powerful strong Mistress not to be underestimated.
As I had requested anal training, Mistress administered an enema on my arrival to clean me out ready for what was to come.  On entering Mistresses play room I saw the caged slave bound and wearing a nappy and nothing else.
Mistress informed me that he would be in the cage for quite some time without release hence the nappy.  Mistress proceeded to strap me down over her bench with my legs spread and my arse in a very vulnerable position.  Two or three firms slaps were then administer to by arse.
On went a blind fold before Mistress squeezed my cock and balls with a hand full of nettles that did make me yelp.  She then rubbed the nettles up through my butt cheeks ensuring that my hole was well stung and boy was it.  Mistress instructed me to take her strap on deep into my dirty mouth and worship it like a real cock. I do love cock in my mouth, just a shame it wasn’t a real one this time.
Mistress proceeded to lube up my arsehole, again intensifying the stings.  I could feel Mistress finger my hole gradually adding other fingers as my hole relaxed.  Mistress then gave my arse a real good fucking with her beautifully sized strap on and removed my mask so I could watch in a mirror.  The cage slave was quiet, so I taunted him with the thought that he might well be on the receiving end of Mistresses strap on later in the day.  Mistress then applied some heat cream around the inside of my arse causing me to moan a little before a further hard fucking of my sore hole.
It was a great mixture of pain and pleasure, before Mistress released me and moved me to the top of her cage containing the other slave.  My legs were hoisted wide and high again leaving my arse fully exposed.  Once strapped down Mistress applied more nettles to my cock and balls as well as rubbing nettles hard into my nipples and arsehole.  Clamps were then attached to my very sore nipples, before the chain was hoisted up above me drawing the clamp tight.
The cage slave lying beneath me was still quite and I suggested that maybe he should have some nettles placed in his nappy and Mistress through that was a good idea!
He did moan and groan and Mistress duck taped his nappy tightly back in place.
I did get a buzz from hearing him, quite clearly in discomfort. After all he had seen me in enough.  Mistress proceeded to stretch my hole forcing me to take four fingers up to her knuckles. Work in progress to accepting Mistresses fist.  Mistress did feel that I should book a Bi session as she would love to see both my holes filled as I was spit roasted, sounds amazing and will be happening real soon.  A further hard fucking by Mistress followed before she inserted nettles into my very sore swollen hole. It was very uncomfortable and the stinging remained with all areas of my body for at least 24 hours.  Mistress allowed me to orgasm whilst tugging on me nipple clamp and then told me to open wide as she dropped my spunk into my greedy mouth.
Cage slave was offered some but declined!!
Thank you Mistress Helen and I need to start planning my next session


Before dinner Mistress ordered me to strip, i was then dressed in a very skimpy, bright pink apron, pink frilly knickers, stockings, suspenders and high heels.  A heavy metal collar was placed around my neck and locked into place, before a leash was attached.  i was now appropriately dressed as Mistress’s slave and felt very privileged.


Now we were ready for dinner.  Mistress, dressed in a fantastic smoky grey latex dress which emphasised Her beauty, power and superiority, led me out to the dinner table which was outside, under the stars.  We joined other Mistresses with their slaves and enjoyed fabulous food served by the house maid April, and wonderful company with new friends.


After dinner i was dragged through to the dungeon in the Atrium of the house and my wrists and ankles attached to the St Andrews cross.  my back and bottom were exposed and the skimpy apron and frilly knickers would afford no protection once Mistress got to work with Her implements of choice.  Before she got started a gag was placed in my mouth, after all the other guests would not want to hear the screams of a pathetic little bitch.


Then Mistress selected Her first weapon of choice, a rubber tawse.  Starting gently to warm me up (Mistress cares for the welfare of Her slaves) Mistress gradually increased the force and tempo of Her strikes as She warmed to her task.  She upped the ante, selecting a variety of whips and paddles before working up to the cane.  The sting of this felt amazing, excruciating and exhilarating all at the same time, the sensations made all the more extreme by Mistress gently running Her nails all over my skin causing a tickling sensation and fits of uncontrollable laughter.


Eventually i was released from the cross and secured on my back to a bondage bed in the middle of the room.  My wrists and ankles were secured but this time I was also blindfolded and left to contemplate my fate.  my sense of hearing was heightened by the loss of sight, and i was able to take in the sounds of the dungeon with other Mistresses playing with their slaves and having fun at their expense.  Then, unexpectedly, i became aware of my cock being sucked by another slave at the instruction of my Mistress, this amazing sensation was tempered by the voice of my Mistress in my ear warning that if i dared to have an accident i would be punished most severely.  Although i have complete trust in my Mistress, and She is a wonderful, caring, human being, i knew this was no idle threat.


After what seemed like an eternity i was released from the bondage bed and led, still blindfolded, to another piece of apparatus in the dungeon.  Again i was secured on my back with my wrists and ankles in restraints, but this time i was being stretched, almost as if i was on a medieval torture rack.  Clamps were attached to my nipples with a chain between, and then this chain was pulled upwards and secured to a fixing so that any movement at all pulled severely.  Then my arms were stretched again, by this time any movement was impossible and my whole body was rigid.  i was fearful and excited.


The dungeon seemed to have gone eerily quiet and it became clear the other Mistresses had had their fun for now and were watching my Mistress and how She wanted to use Her slave.  Mistress was boasting of what She was going to do with Her bitch which made me immensely proud to serve my beautiful Mistress.  This went on for what seemed like ages, Mistress chatting away happily and plotting Her next move, me excitedly apprehensive and wondering what was coming next.

“Suck my cock and toes you Sissy Slut.”
I feel the gentle nails, of my Mistress, slide over my silk bloomers, feeling for my hard clitty. I feel her sweet breath on the back of my neck as Mistress pinches my nipples through my blue, satin frock.
Mistress then straps me over her whipping stool. My bloomers slide down my thighs and my bottom is spanked….cropped and caned ( Mistress likes to see the cane stripes when she sinks her strap-on into me ).
Mistress puts a rubber into my mouth and I have to glide it up her strap-on.  I must now suck it to show what a “Sissy Whore” I really am.
I’m released and told to worship the feet of Mistress.   I suck her toes for ages and she seems very pleased. Then she offers her bottom for me to kiss all over.
I’m ordered to lay on my back, on the bed. My ankles are strapped high and wide exposing my sissy hole for a long, energetic fucking.
Your devoted Sissy Slut R
An extract written by Sissy Slut R on a recent visit to The Burgess Hill Academy for Sissies
Come and explore your inner “Gurl” come and be feminised, which can include removal of body hair and be expertly made up.  Imagine the soft caress and feel of nylons as they slide up your legs then attached to a pretty suspender belt, some cute little panties and then dressed as My willing maid or other (slutty or demure) attire before stepping into a pair of high heels and then………………………………….
Well to find out what could happen next you best get in touch hadn’t you!  Book a session today don’t delay your fun at The Burgess Hill Academy for Sissies ….
Some of what you may experience here subject to a discussion to where your BDSM interest’s and limits lie are:
Full make over with wig and clothing provided
Maid training
Violet wand
Pegging  just a few ideas to wet your appetite and there is a fully comprehensive list on My main website
See you soon MY little sluts in waiting
Mistress Helen xXx

Dear Mistress Helen

A quick note to say thanks for the session this morning.  It was great to meet you and the session achieved exactly what I wanted – you were very effective as a rather intimidating Aunt figure!

I would love to find an opportunity in the future to see how you deal with repeat offences…  Based on today’s experience, the threat of a meeting based around your “ivory” hairbrush would be a true deterrent to any more misbehaviour!

Best Regards,  ANON


a sissy slave to Mistress Helen (written by SSR from a sissy slut slave session)
It must have been half way through my session when Mistress Helen put her whip down and released me from the cross. She  commanded me to remove my damp panties and lay on the bench. My legs were strapped high and wide; my wrists cuffed to my sides. She started to torture me with her violet wand – my inner thighs, nipples and the sensitive tip of my wet clitty. I was moaning so she gagged me with my sticky panties and taped over them.  She put clover clamps onto my nipples and stretched the chain – tying it to a ring above my head. .Mistress laughed as she now showed me her collection of strap-on cocks. She slid into my sissy hole and fucked the brains out of me. I squirmed against my bonds, crying out through my gag like a randy slut until I shot my cream all over my chest. How Mistress laughed as she forced me to swallow every drop from her fingers.
Photos taken with clients camera & posted cropped with permission.  What a superb session it was too!  🙂



Always super to hear that someone enjoyed having their fantasy come to life and exploring new kinks in a session.  This one put a big smile on my face thanks Chloe xx

Panty Pervert Meets His Match.
I couldn’t resist sneaking into the garden to steal those lovely frilly panties hanging on the line. Next thing I knew, a voice behind me said “Yes? Can I help you?” I turned in a panic, to be confronted by a gorgeous imposing redhead. “I…I…I didn’t realise you were in” I stuttered. Then a brainwave. “I thought it was going to rain, so I was taking them in for you. I was going to put them through your letterbox.”
“That’s very kind of you.” she said innocently. “You must let me make you a cup of tea.”
I wondered if my luck was in as I followed her into the kitchen. Sadly no! Quite the opposite!! She locked the door and put the key down her bra. “I wasn’t born yesterday, you numbskull” she said sternly. “I know a panty thieving knicker nicker when I see one; and I filmed you. I’m going to call the police”.
“No! Please forgive me!” I begged. “I can’t face going inside again. I’ll do anything you want”
“Oh! Will you indeed?” she said. “You can start by calling me Mistress Helen. Now get your shoes and trousers off. Chop chop!!”
I did as I was told. “You really are a pervert” she said when she saw I was wearing ladies panties. “Now get over my knee! You are due a spanking.” She spanked me hard with her hand, before pushing me off onto the floor and ordering me to worship her shoes and feet. The spanking hadn’t been too bad, but while I was kissing her feet, she started hitting me with a thin leather strap. Much more painful.
“Kneel up!” she said “Hands on your head! Tell me what a pervert you are, and how much you need correction.”
I was forced to beg to be punished and cured of my unsavoury habit. “Haven’t I been punished enough already?” I whined. She just slapped my face and told me to remove my panties. She laughed when she saw my willy was locked into a short curved metal tube. “You look like you’re on tap!” she said. “What’s that all about?”
I told her “my wife keeps me like this. I’m incapable of satisfying her, so I’m forbidden from satisfying myself.” “Quite right too” said Mistress Helen. “She sounds like a very sensible woman. Anyway, I don’t want to hear your moans, so give me your panties.” She wadded them up and stuffed them in my mouth. She then got a cotton bag and put it over my head. “That’ll shut you up” she said. “Before I punish you, I’m going to have a cuppa, so I’m going to have to keep you bound and gagged.”
She grabbed an ear through my hood, and dragged me to the stairs. I fumbled my way up a few steps to a bend. Here, my face was pushed into the corner, and I was tightly tied to the bannisters, with my hands secured behind my back. She then took some photos of my predicament. “You wait there” she said sternly, with a couple of smacks “I’ll deal with you when I’m good and ready. If I want you to say something I’ll remove your gag, but until then, just keep still and keep quiet, or you know what you’ll get! You can reflect on your sins and anticipate your punishment”
I heard her go into the kitchen and put the kettle on, so I wriggled my wrists. No chance of getting free, but I heard her say “I’m watching you! That’s ten strokes of the strap for a start, so keep still!”  I kept as still as I could after that, but still ended up being sentenced to thirty strokes. Eventually, she put her cup down and came over to untie me. While doing this, she told me she hadn’t really needed a drink; she just likes tying people up. “Especially big soft pansy poofs like you” she said.
Once I was free, she grabbed my ear and towed me, half stumbling, half crawling, up the stairs and into the back ‘bedroom’. “Crikey! What’s all this?” I asked, but I was just slapped, and told to shut up and get on the spanking bench. My wrists and legs were tightly secured. “We’ll start with ten” she said, selecting a tawse from her awesome correction collection. I had to count and thank her for each one. “How many more?” she asked. I hopefully said “only ten more”, but there was no fooling her. She buckled a bit gag into my mouth and put the bag back over my head. Then she said “I’m going downstairs. When I come back, I’ll ask you again if it’s ten or twenty more. If you get it wrong, you’ll get another 40; so think on!”
I was defeated, and had to admit it was 20, and these were duly delivered. “Time for some aversion therapy!” she said. I had to lay on my back on the floor, with my head in her smother box, which was locked shut. She proceeded to sit on my face, and I had to kiss whatever bit of her was covering my mouth. It was hard to breathe at times, but she could sense I was enjoying it. It was frustrating to have my hands tied so near to my pride and joy, but not being able to touch myself.
After spitting into my open mouth, she eventually let me out. “You were enjoying that far too much!” she said. “You need to be caned.” I was put back over the bench, and ten firm strokes landed on my already hot, sore backside.
I was then forced to thank her for my punishment; to tell her I was a reformed character; and that I would never misbehave again. “You’d better not!” she warned. “I had a look through your wallet. I know who you are Mr ‘Panty’ Penny, where you work and where you live, so if any underwear goes missing in future, I know who to come to first.” Then she said “Only a big soft sissy loser like you would try to steal underwear from a professional dominatrix. I charge for sessions like this, so I’ve taken the money out of your wallet. Don’t worry. I left you with a few pounds. After all, you’ll have to buy your panties from now on, instead of stealing them!”
She then told me that I am now her sissy bitch and must obey any demand she makes of me. “If I say ‘jump’, you say ‘how high?’. Or else you’ll be in big trouble!” she growled.
She then told me to get downstairs, get dressed, and get out before she called the police after all.
I hope this is to your liking, and reflects what a fun session it was. I’d be happy to do something similar again.
best wishes
Always superb to have a session story received, well done and yes lets play some more soon!

It took me a few months to build up the courage to book a session with Mistress Helen, I am really glad I did as it was amazing. If you are thinking about booking don’t wait do it now!

When I arrived Mistress Helen looked stunning and was very friendly she made me feel at ease straight away and I knew I had made the right choice. After a chat she lead me to her very well equipped playroom and the fun began
First she made me undress and put me over her knee and gave me a spanking, at this point I think it’s worth mentioning that Mistress Helen has a gentle touch as well as a very firm hand. When she removed my shirt and touch my chest it felt fantastic and all she did was stoke my chest but I enjoyed her touch and power over me from the start of the session.
After my spanking I was treated to being allowed to kiss and Lick Mistress Helen shoes as she stood before me, then I was told to kiss her sexy stocking clad legs. Happy days
I was ordered to the bondage table and strapped in, there was no escape now! (Not that I wanted to I just wanted to please Mistress Helen as I was totally in awe of her beauty and power). Now I’m naked and totally at her mercy the way it should be. Mistress Helen then used some electrics on my cock and balls and every time she touched my body it felt amazing just a simple stroke of my thigh will be remembered for a long time.
The session just kept getting better next I was ordered to the facesitting box. Mistress Helen proceeded to again strap me in place so I couldn’t move, as a bonus whilst being strapped in I have a great view and was able to admire Mistress Helen from beneath her. Then the facesitting began and again the view of Mistress Helen beautiful bottom desending onto my face was something else. Once her beautiful bottom was on my face I was in heaven Mistress ordered me to kiss and sniff her panties, I obviously obeyed!
Next up was some CP Mistress strapped me in bondage table number 2 and expertly whipped, padded and canned me until my backside was nicely marked. Thankfully Mistress tailored the CP for me as my bum was very sore after and she was only going at 50% maybe less. That being said she soothed my bottom after with the amazing Mistress Helen touch/stroke.
And we are still not done! Next Mistress let me worship her beautiful bottom whilst she prepared bondage table 1 this was amazing. Then I was teased but with the Venus 2000 and eventually Mistress gave me permission to cum.
Once off the bondage table I was ordered to my knees once more and given the pleasure of a last bit of beautiful bottom worship. Mistress then slapped my face and spat in my mouth and sadly the session was over.
Mistress Helen is a lady who enjoys her slaves and it shows when she plays, I feel very lucky that I was permitted to spend some time with such a wonderful dominatrix
I can’t wait to see Mistress Helen again she is my new addiction
Thank you

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.