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If you a Mistress and are interested in being in the September Issue get in touch.

In the August Issue there is an interview with Madame Chloe of Peterborough

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Mistress Arella who has been based in Prague since end of April is now accepting bookings for London sessions between July 26th and 28th. Dungeon, domestic premises or hotels. If interested, email mistress.arella@yahoo.co.uk. For more details visit www.mistress-arella.com

Mistress Julia Pink is throwing open the doors of The Manchester Dungeon http://www.themanchesterdungeon.com/ on Friday 23rd July for a FREE party!

The party starts at 8.00pm and goes on until the last person leaves.

The theme is Black and White, fetish or non-fetish gear and any
footwear is acceptable.

There are 2 Dungeons, a medical room and a school room, to play in or watch others at play, and a chill out zone with a stall selling lots of nice kinky gear  http://www.dzr.org.uk/

It’s bring a bottle and there’s plenty of parking.
Everyone is welcome.

For more information and the address contact Mistress Julia Pink at juliamoore13@hotmail.com or call 07984 593046.

This all happened to me about 6 weeks ago, and was not my first experience of BDSM. You will be very lucky to meet Adara. I contacted her via Email and phone finding her electrifying, with no sense that her formal dominant manner was much of an act. That impression proved accurate when I found courage to enter her dungeon (good location too). This contained a wide range of exciting apparatus, all clean and well-organised – as I was about to find out! You will receive strict orders what to do as per your previous communications with her. She appeared as on her website, in a tight black short skirt and showed a stunning figure in her black top too. I did not dare look (unwise to stare rudely while shackled). She had listened to my fantasy and without undue fuss she chained and gagged me and delivered it – so be careful what you tell her about in advance.You had better understand She is a true sadist and took delight in my suffering with sane limits, perhaps too gentle for some but I was grateful by the time she released me. No safe word system was used, I didn’t want this anyway. I was stripped naked, she had a good laugh at my puny maggot, then she put me into my dress (ok you can laugh but it looks better than my horrid body and feels good), and led me crawling on a leash to be spreadeagled on a vertical rack utterly at her mercy. She soon had me hoping for release but left me in the rack for enough time to realise my folly. There was no permanent injury but She had the sense to warn me my wife might see the marks from being whipped (no blood at any time). These faded within 2 days but I was quite a wimp and I think she would happily apply more flogging to tougher men. I wanted to talk with her and she even allowed that, but beware: her charm now torments me instead. I had worried that some Mistresses might examine my wallet or phone (all stupidly unlocked) while I was bound – be very afraid, but have no fear on this side, she tormented me wonderfully (awfully) without needing to phone my wife. Unfortunately I have neither money nor freedom enough to see Adara again soon.

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After lots of talking and consideration me and my team have decided to change our club night days to every Thur sday of the month instead of wednesday so we can all have a bit more fun!!!
So after July next party will be on August the 5th then we are on a well deserved break back in October the 7th. Yes no september party. Please put the new dates in your diary. You still need to email your name to be added to the door list if you need to attend our parties and still free for all Goddesses.
We are always looking for Sissy maids to serve but you must provider your own uniform,wig and etc.
We are always looking for artist, dommes,subs tv and etc….to join madame caramel and uk black femdom clips if interested please

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Dont forget to book for july event asap few places left.  Paypal accepted
The Black Whip Team

Suddendly She appeared in my field of vision.
I was surprised to see Her.
Thought She had decided not to come?
Even in a room full of beautiful people…Her ethereal Beauty stood out.
I walked up to Mistress Arella where She sat in the seating area in the dungeon.
An adoring slave was massaging Her feet.
She smiled at me….knowing I was completely in Her Power.
Ensared by Her Beauty…a helpless slave.
She said seductively,” So now You will want to massage my feet slave.”
Yes of course…I wanted that more than anything in the world right now.

I whispered in reverence, “Yes please Mistress”.
As if on a silent non verbal communication with Her…..the slave already at Her feet, gently placed Her foot in my eager hands and dissappeared.
The touch of that lovely foot with the sensous red toe nails held me captive.
Mistress Arella is so very beautiful.
No photograph can do justice to Her very real Beauty.
Here I was at Her feet….at last.
Massaging them, caressing them with adoring hands.
My fingers danced over Her feet…..I knew She enjoyed my service…
As She relaxed into the couch and watched all that was going on in the dungeon.
This slave was happy….in Her Presence.

So here I was seated on the floor cradling the lovely feet of Mistress Arella.
She sat regally above me observing the play in the dungeon.
As I massaged Her feet one at a time, She would rest the other one on my shoulder.
My lips were yearning to kiss the delicate softness of Her arches…so i gently raised Her foot and pressed my lips to Her sole.
Her feet always have a sweet fragrance and are very well pedicured.
A big plus in my books as i avoid smelly feet.
A Woman who understands the enchanting beauty of the feminine foot,will always take special care of them.
Mistress Arella knows.
She allowed me to adore Her sole with an eager tongue as i licked Her entire sole from the toes to the heel.
Her fishnet stockings gently scraping against my tongue.
It was sheer bliss.
There I sat at Her feet…worshipping!!
A lovely Goddess and Her adoring lowly pet.
As She held in Her hand the leash that was attached to my collar!!
It was as if I was in a dream!!
A dream I wanted to dream forever…till the end of Time itself!!

by Soleserver

http://www.mistress-arella.com/

(Club Pedestal) was an amazing night, full of potential and expectation.

I was powerfully attracted to you and proud to enter and leave by your side. I felt many mixed feelings, some of which were simple jealousy and others were complex contradictions. I love the way you carry your power in your body, beauty and mind. You do not need a corset or a whip to convey respect. You are a natural and for this reason I want to know you more. My mind is attracted to you and you let me come way inside. Thank you for the trust.

I want to rub our minds together and excite your imagination. I will let you know well in advance before I return to london and I attach a few pictures for your viewing pleasure!

Respectfully.

http://mistresskiana.com/

The moment I had been dreaming of for so long finally arrived. I was naked on my knees, with head bowed down and hands clasped in prayer, as Mistress Blackrage sat regally before me on Her throne. “Tell your Mistress why you’re here, bitch”. Nervously, I began to tell Mistress Blackrage about my deep, burning desire for intense humiliation and degradation. About how I had been longing for the privilege of being trained as one of her devoted white toilet slaves.

I was soon interrupted. “Start again, bitch. This time with your thumb up your arse. From now on, when you address your Mistress i want that thumb of yours right up your arse. And every sentence must start with an ‘oink’. This will help to remind you of what you are – a nasty, pathetic white pig. Now start again, and address me properly this time”. I immediately felt myself plummeting even deeper into submission to my Goddess. I thrust my thumb right up my arse and started oinking like a pig as I confessed all of my most secret desires and fantasies.

“Now take that thumb out your arse, you filthy white pig. Guess where that thumb is going next?”

“Is it going in my mouth, Mistress Blackrage? I felt a sharp, fast slap to my face. “Didn’t I tell you to oink whenever you address me!

“Oink, oink, sorry, Mistress Blackrage.   Oink oink, is it going in my mouth, Mistress Blackrage?”

“You have to beg for it first.”  I begged and pleaded, oinking and grovelling at the feet of my Goddess. Pleading for Her to allow me to put my thumb in my mouth.

“Stand up, spread your legs, and start sucking on that thumb. And don’t stop until I tell you to.” I did as I was told, and before I knew it I felt a searing pain surging through my body, as Mistress Blackrage kneed me directly in the balls. I dropped to my knees. Mistress Blackrage started slapping my face, ordering me to my feet. I was told in no uncertain terms that I had better remain still and accept what was coming to me with gratitude. After each kick to the balls I was to thank my Goddess, apologise for having such a pathetic white penis, and beg for another. Thumb still in my mouth, and not forgetting to oink like a pig, I obeyed my Goddess. But with each kick the pain became more and more unbearable. Eventually, to Mistress Blackrage’s great delight, tears stared to well up in my eyes. She started laughing. “I love breaking white bitches like you. Feel the pain and don’t forget it. If you ever hesitate for one moment when I give an order, it will get much, much worse.”

For the next stage of my training I was bound to a cross, my nipples were clamped, and weights were attached to my balls. Mistress Blackrage has the most effective way of making sure she completely conquers your mind as well as your body. She drew closer and closer to me while she tortured my nipples, and very softly and calmly, almost in a whisper, she looked me straight in the eye, fixed my gaze, and said “who owns you, bitch? Tell me over and over. Keep telling me”. The pain was getting more and more intense as Mistress Blackrage spat into my face. “Now tell me all about what an inferior white piece of trash you are”. I eagerly obeyed, confessing all to my Goddess.

By this stage, Mistress Blackrage had driven me to a state of such ecstatic submission I was ready to obey any command She gave me, no matter how degrading and humiliating. I was released from the cross, ordered to my knees, and allowed to worship Her perfect bottom, as I begged for the privilege of becoming one Her white shit slaves. I begged and pleaded with every fibre of my being, panting like a dog, and oinking like a pig, as I sniffed and worshipped Her sacred, perfect bottom. First I was given an ‘aperitif’. Mistress Blackrage allowed me to watch Her piss into a Dog bowl, and then watch me crawl to it and lap it all up, all the time being made to confess to what an inferior white piece of shit I am.

Finally the moment arrived. I was placed beneath Mistress Blackrage’s toilet box, and chained to it, as I waited to fulfil my destiny, and become the lowly toilet I have always dreamed of being. When that sacred caviar dropped on my face, Mistress Blackrage’s voice became extremely stern and aggressive. “Eat it, you fucking white scum! You better swallow every fucking piece of it! And you better not gag!” I felt a swift punch to the balls, so I was in no doubt that Mistress Blackrage would accept nothing less than total consumption. Mistress Blackrage looked down at me and laughed. “Your pasty white face looks so much better covered in my shit.”

I was then ordered to smear the remaining shit over my face and look at myself in the mirror, and while doing so I had to thank Mistress Blackrage, and tell Her what I had learned about my true status in life.

I have never felt so completely humiliated. I now know what it feels like to be truly owned by another. To be totally degraded, dehumanized, and utterly broken. I am white property. Nothing more. Mistress Blackrage owns me. I am Her white toilet slave. This is my destiny. And I feel so enormously privileged and honoured to be the slave of such dominant, cruel, and incomparably beautiful Goddess.

I thank you Goddess
ASSWIPE

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