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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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If you are looking for a Mistress to serve applying to serve Mistress Arella is one of the best decisions you can make. She is not only incredibly attractive, but also an excellent Mistress who pays great attention to detail.

Having applied to serve Mistress Arella primarily online she was highly approachable and open-minded, but knew how to quickly put me to work as her slave and whether it is buying her gifts or completing tasks she will make sure you are always trying hard to please her.

I cannot imagine life without the priviledge of serving my Mistress, and would highly recommend her!

“I just had a session with Mistress Darcy, indeed it was my first pro domme session.. so on the whole quite exciting.

On her website I noticed that she done the whole cuckolding thing during sessions. I have seen this activity on a few websites (where did we get our fantasy’s before the internet?) and have found it quite intriguing and also pretty sexy.

So I decided to send Mistress Darcy an email and see when she was next up North (as in N England… not Camden Town), as she travels there on an occasional basis. Turns out she was travelling up that weekend, so she arranged for her friend to come up for a cuckolding session at a city centre hotel.

I was pretty nervous coming up to the hotel room but Mistress Darcy put me at ease. She has a pretty cool american accent. The type that you would be hooked on even if she was only reading a dictionary. As nice as her accent was it was not the primary thing I noticed. She was wearing a rather risque slip with stockings. You don’t see many ladies up North wearing such outfits (unless I just hang out in the wrong circles), and those that try to do not pull it off quite as well as Darcy. She is also, physically, very beautiful – has a bit of a 1920s thing going on (in the classic Hollywood movie star sense.. not in the economic depression and fascism sense)

She invited me in and, with her partner, we had a bit of a chat. They were both really easy to get on with and we talked for a bit before the session begun.

Once it began the mood did change and Mistress Darcy took complete control. I stripped and was put through some basic slave training. Then the Mistress began to play with my nipples, which was a pretty intense experience to a novice! We also engaged in some pony play which was a bit of a turn on and probably good from a cardiovascular point of view – so a positive experience all round!

Shortly after this her partner, who had left for a bit, came back. I was then fastened to a chair in the middle of the room whilst Darcy and her man began to get it on. It was a big turn on to watch them, being so close to such a hot and dominant woman… yet so far. She straddled her partner and fucked him about 2 metres from where I was tied. There was a lot of bed squeaking, moans and groans which where punctuated by a couple of episodes of intense blasphemy as the Mistress climaxed.

I emailed her shortly after to express my appreciation. It is rare to have an hour that you will never forget – and what an hour it was! She was a perfect mistress and I hope that she provides others with memories as memorable as mine!”

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I recently visited Mistress Ursula for the first time. I had noticed her previously through her contribution to the movies of the english dungeon and woman-worship sites. Feelings of ‘Wow’ and ‘Phoarrr’ had been aroused, partly because she appeared to be consistently ‘the intelligent one’, partly because her ‘cruel streak’ was almost tangible and least importantly because, with or without a leather catsuit, she always looked devastatingly gorgeous. So, having made such a pedestal for Her it was comforting to talk to a normal and relaxed person on the phone and actually arrange a session.

Hence, full of apprehension, longing and nervousness, a feeling fellow subs know well when visiting a Domme for the first time,  On my arrival i was greeted by Mistress Ursula, everything and more the person I was expecting. Confident, commanding, and looking terrific (for those wanting to know – tight black rubber minidress, fishnet tights, ankle leather ‘fuck-you’ boots, wrist-length leather gloves, imperious spectacles and a black military-style cap), she ushered me into a clean, beautifully equipped dungeon, and we were soon having a chat about the sort of submissive I am, what I expected from the session etc etc.

Not long after I was in the customary slave position, naked and kneeling on the floor. Here’s just a small tip for those who might visit Mistress Ursula. Her favourite position for her slave is kneeling, forehead to the ground, knees apart, arms threaded through the knees to clutch the ankles. If you did assumed that position without being asked on your first meeting, you would have brownie points indeed.

Throughout my wonderful time in her hands, I soon became assured of her experience. Trust was built quickly. Her creative imagination when it comes to positions of cruelty for her slaves is wonderful to experience. Yes, I was hurt… hurt erotically, deliberately, and slowly. All the time I was aware that she was careful not to go ‘too far’ despite the fact that we had not discussed a safe word. It was good to be in capable hands and I always felt ’safe’. The hour passed slowly enough to relish and remember and quickly enough to want to remain. Being beaten in time to the slow movement (thank god) of Max Bruch’s D minor Violin Concerto was an added bonus.

I have visited many Dommes during my time and my visit to Mistress Ursula has been the most fulfilling so far. I really appreciated her versatility (there seems little she will not do to you), genuine DOminance,experience, safety, competence and a luxurious and intimate, personal dungeon. I will visit again soon but won’t tell you of that. You’ll have to go yourself!

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I have visited Mistress Claudia’s chambers a number of times and each visit is better than the last. The chambers are located in a secluded bungalow between Staines and Chertsey. There is parking at the rear and access via the back gate. As usual I was shown to a waiting area by Mistress’s maid. Soon I heard the sound of Mistress Claudia’s booted footsteps approach. The door opened and she entered. She looked terrific in black thigh boots, black leggings and corset. As always Mistress is very friendly and after a pleasant chat we went into the dungeon.

The dungeon is extremely well equipped, with new items being added all the time.

My session was TV Torture. After being dressed in stockings, suspender belt, basque, high heeled thighboots and gloves I was paraded in front of a mirror. A stocking mask and wig completed my outfit. A parachute with pins inside was attached to my testicles and weights put on. Mistress yanked the weights and squeezed my balls, telling me clearly and concisely what she had in store for me. I was then very tightly strapped to the whipping bench, totally immobilised. An electric butt plug was inserted into my anus and the power switched on. Mistress then administered poppers (my medicine) to get me nice and receptive. She then proceeded to adminster CP to my buttocks. Starting with a gentle hand spanking, moving up through a strap, bat, tawse, cane and finally her new butterfly crop. Mistress encouraged me to take more strokes, more pain, for her. I was happy to oblige. I wanted her to mark me, hurt me, take me over my limit. She regularly gave me my medicine to help ease the pain and allow me to take more. I was then unstrapped and stood whilst Mistress face slapped me and then cuffed my arms behind me and caned my cock 12 times. I had to count and thank Mistress for each stroke. I lost count twice so the caning had to start from the beginning both times.

I was then tied to the rack with my legs spread wide in the air and my arms stretched tightly behind me. Mistress attached electrics to my cock and balls and demonstrated all the different levels, leaving it switched on to the highest level. Every flinch and yelp from me was greeted with a delighted laugh. My cock was then covered in hot wax and flogged with stinging nettles. A surgical mask was put on my face and I received continual doses of poppers. Mistress then put on her strap-on, climbed onto the bench and proceeded to fuck me mercilessly. Whilst doing this she administered a severe cock whipping. I was in slave heaven, tortured, marked and providing pleasure for my Mistress.

After the session we had a cup of tea and another chat. No clock watching and a lovely lady.