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The street is quiet in the dusk. At the end of the road someone leaves the
corner shop and drives off. Nervously, I approach a discrete door and ring
the bell. The photos on the website looked too good to be true and if I’ve
been had over I’m out of here in a moment! Softly, the door opens and in the
shadows I see her, wearing a body net, tight black loin cloth and magnificent
high heeled black boots. Photos be damned! No camera could do justice to
this Angel, this Goddess. I slide quickly through the door and stand looking
at her with my mouth open. Involuntarily, my eyes scan her matchless curves
and I begin to realise that I have met my own Nemesis. I presume to offer her
a kiss, which she accepts. With short, confident steps she leads me inside
her domain and leans nonchalantly on a black leather torture bench. Her deep,
dark eyes hold mine as my heart races and in a soft warm voice she greets me
and asks me about my history, desires and limits. She speaks with the hint of
a lisp, making her voice even more seductive. Trying hard not to stammer I
answer her questions. Sensing my confusion, her lovely face lights up with a
glowing smile. Her eyes seem to flicker with amusement. She knows that she
has me spellbound. In less than two minutes of our meeting I am helpless
before her, intoxicated by her warm presence and her sweet, expensive
perfume. Trying to regain a little composure I hand over my gift. How meagre
it seems to me now, but she takes it with grace, charming me further with a
slight nod of gratitude. She leaves the room for a moment and when she
returns her mood has changed. “OFF!“ she commands, waving dismissively at my
clothing with her perfectly manicured hand. Any resistance I may still retain
is swept away in an instant. We have begun.

The candles gutter. Incense permeates the room. I am strapped and chained
immovably to a St Andrew’s Cross. Red marks cross my body like brands of
slavery. My manhood strains helplessly against escalating waves of
electricity. Gagged and blindfolded, my other senses run haywire. By
twisting my head I can just glimpse the figure of my Mistress, her sleek
muscles gliding under her rich and flawless skin as she paces in front of me
like a panther, lashing me with her flogger and with harsh words by turns.
Her strong hand grips the instrument with the precision of a trained athlete.
Does she guess that I can see her? Turning for a moment, she stoops to pick
up the next object for my torment and in doing so presents me with a sight
that I will never forget. She knows! I hear her soft chuckle of amusement.
She is as wicked as she is beautiful and I will pay a steep price for that
glimpse of Heaven!

My time is done. I kiss her cheek with deep devotion as she releases me and
surveys her handiwork with satisfaction. We laugh. A pleasant chat, all too
brief, and she puts me out of the door like a dazed Tomcat. I am spent,
exhausted and content. My knees wobble, just a little, as I make my way
towards the Station. I see a Pub and the warmth of laughter and liquor draws
me inside. Sitting in the corner with a large whisky, my mind endlessly
replays my experiences of the past hour, when her gorgeous body brushed
against mine. I have seen Goddesses before in museums. Marble perfection,
cold and white, devoid of life. My Goddess is finer than they. Firm but
soft, warm and dark and her laughter lights up the room. Even as I finish my
drink I feel a swelling urge to return. I have tasted the forbidden fruit of
Eden and I will have more.

Cheers for now,
Jeremy.

http://mistresskiana.com/

Every time I see Mistress T, she dreams up something different for me. This time it was to be helplessly strapped to the bondage throne in her fearsome leather straitjacket. Next came an aroma soaked cloth pressed over my nose which made me wonderfully dizzy and, before I knew it, I was in the breath control hood. I  struggled to breathe enough to stay conscious as Mistress T turned on the Nova Pro and sent me into an erotic trance. Then, it was the turn of the vibrating the magic wand, which made my cock throb ready to burst. Eventually,  the treatment was too much to bear and losing control to a wickedly slow hand massage and groaning out loud, I exploded into a huge climax. It only takes a moment to say what happened, but it took two hours of sheer bliss. I couldn’t have taken any more. I was utterly shattered, drained and completely fucked.
What erotic torture will it be next?

john

www.mindplaymistress.moonfruit.com

My first session with Mistress Arella was both wonderful and unique. Having not sessioned with a Mistress for a while I was a little nervous and also unsure about exactly where I wanted the session to go. I explained over the phone my primary interests were humiliation and degradation, and I was hoping to push my boundaries in these areas.

The second I entered her flat I was under her spell as she looked amazing in tight PVC. Mistress decided I could be useful as her cleaning-maid, in truth I despise cleaning and do not take naturally to it, which Mistress continuously pointed out with each of my blunders, by punishing me with her whip. Eventually after my poor performance with house duties Mistress decided I should suffer true humiliation by cleaning her toilet with my tongue.

It was undoubtedly my pleasure to suffer for Mistress Arella, and she truly pushed my boundaries and achieved the BDSM experience I had been hoping for. After the session she was caring and interested in how the experience had been for me, yet she still remained dominant and my only wish on leaving was that I could develop a relationship as her sub, and that there would be further opportunities for me to serve as her slave.

slave Joe

www.mistress-arella.com

‘Thank you for my fantastic ‘double’ session yesterday – it was simply perfect.  You are a wicked, wicked mistress.  I went home yesterday with a big smile on my face and incredible memories that will last a long time.  It was such a pleasure to worship two such beautiful mistresses (and two pairs of sexy feet).  As before, you really got into my head and I would love to have another session with you both in the future.

I understand that was your first double session with Mistress Valkyrie and I am honoured to have been the first ’slave’ to participate with you both.  That was my first ever ‘double’ session’ and I would recommend it to any prospective ’slaves’ out there – it was a totally ‘wow’ experience that I will never forget!!  You two are just amazing together.  I Hope to see you again real soon.

Thanks also for allowing me to take you for lunch and shopping afterwards.  You are amazing and delightful company.  I really enjoyed the privilege of walking round the shop, buying your groceries and proving what a reliable slave I can be.  I just loved removing your boots and massaging your beautiful, tired feet afterwards too!!  I just didn’t want the day to end.  The ‘grocery’ sessions that you offer are fantastic value for us slaves.  We get to spend a few hours with you for similar cost to an hour’s session.  You are such a fascinating and alluring woman to be with, even when you are picking food from the shelf in the shop.  I couldn’t take my eyes off you and I absolutely loved being with you!

I would advise any of your devoted slaves out there to go for both sessions, like I did.  It will be a day they will never forget.

Steven

www.domina-heelena.com

I was looking at some mistress sites for my upcoming trip to London this easter, when i came across the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. It was Lady Seductress.

i booked a session with Her, and when the time had came She graciously allowed me in to Her chambers and i laid my eyes on Her for the first time. i was completely taken by the fact that She looked even better in real life. Her eyes, Her hair, Her beautiful skin complexion. It was amazing.

She orderd me in and it wasn`t long before i stood naked and vulnerable before Her. She dressed me up in some stockings and panties and had me on my knees before She attached a collar around my neck and had me crawling on the floor with the leash in Her hand.

She put some chains on my hands and feet and before i knew it i was massaging Her feet, i was Her ashtray, i was sweeping Her floor and caned frequently for my poor skills. It was a delicious pain.

i felt i was Hers. Her slave. It felt good.

When the session was over i kissed her boots goodbye and left with some glorious memento’s and a happiness that cannot be described. i had been in the presence of a goddess.

i needed to see Her again and be back for more. And so i did later that week.

After my second session She allowed me to accompany Her to Lunch and i have got to say, carrying Her bag for Her that day and doing other small things for Her, is something that has stuck with me in the greatest way ever since.

She is the most beautiful Mistress you will ever see. Stunning eyes, beautiful dark hair. An ass, firm and round straight out from an assworshippers dream. Gorgeous feet with gorgeous toes. The most perfect sultry soft olive skin. An absolute Goddess.

With Her intelligence and Her skills in Her art and Her gargantuan collection of shoes and outfits, i can recommend Her to anyone.

It was an absolute joy to be Her little slave slut. So much i went back for more and will do so again.

slave Christer

www.ladyseductress.com