Annus Corruptis ~ Scenes from The Mansion

Annus Corruptis

Over the past year, one of my devoted personal sissy slut slaves has surrendered completely, body and mind – to total service to me inside The English Mansion. I have commanded them to record their most depraved, cherished, and transformative memories from this last year.

The Pendant and The Balls
The pendant I wear around my neck 247  swayed above the Bull’s balls, the little horn inches from them. As a symbol of Mistress Sidonia’s ownership its import could not be more significant. Yet, at that moment I was not even aware of its position, so engrossed was I in following Mistress’ instructions and positioning myself over St. Bull’s cock. It would only be later that Mistress Sidonia would draw attention to it and its inherent symbolism.

And yes, that image neatly encapsulated the debauchery and perversion which my Owner had subjected me to. If it had been captured in a photo, my life as her property was all there – the ownership and the perverted tasks and acts that I gladly carried out for her.

In the meantime, St. Bull’s cock seemed almost inviting in its brief repose. And brief this repose was, as the priestesses of perversion quickly ordered me to begin sucking again. I had been sissified over lunch by Mistress Sidonia, and I now moved aside my blonde locks to hit the runway of St. Bull’s cock. As ever the landing was smooth, the hardness of his cock always a wonder to behold.

As I worked on his cock Mistress T perched herself over his face and in front of me, teasing her pussy inches from my face, a vision which a lowly slave like me could only dream about. Its presence, so near and yet so far, affirmed my place in the world, and I slurped the Bull’s cock even more lasciviously.

Caning Redux
I had a healthy apprehension in seeing Mistress T again. Foremost in my mind was her vituperative tongue and the merciless caning she had administered to me some years before. The memory of it was seared into my psyche and I had replayed it in the weeks prior to meeting her again. On that occasion she had led me outside, the sunshine and freshness of the spring afternoon mocking in its apparent innocence. Any innocence I had in thinking I could rely on at least a semblance of her benevolence quickly dissipated as she introduced the cane to my milky white buttocks. Needless to say, they didn’t stay white for very long, and it would be weeks before they were restored to their pale essence. She admonished me as I flinched and wilted under her beating. Her words and statements pierced right through, eviscerating any notion I had that I had any worth as a slave.

I knew a caning at Mistress T’s hands was on the cards again this time round. With barely disguised glee, Mistress Sidonia had hinted as much. While I felt thoroughly privileged to be the recipient of it, the apprehension was nevertheless niggling. The naivety of that first time was long gone.

Mistress Sidonia and Mistress Nikki Whiplash teed me up perfectly for it. I bent over the sofa as both stood either side of me, took down my panties and proceeded to flog me with paddles. This was the painful prelude, the tenderising of the meat as it were.

They ceased and I was told to get back on my feet. I was absorbing the moment and what had just taken place. Then for some reason I turned around and straight into Mistress T brandishing the cane and looking me directly in the eye. I’ll never forget that look for its sheer knowing malevolent intent. Like her unforgiving tongue it pierced right through me, finding and dismissing my essence. In the time since I have been amazed by the chorography of that lead into the second caning and how it was so seamlessly executed.

And now the time had arrived. I resumed my position on the sofa and Mistress T wielded the cane. Not knowing how intense it was going to get and the seconds between each strike was sweet torture. I took it and bore up to it, more than happy to affirm the dominance and power of Mistress T.

One small confession. As she beat me, I considered mumbling something to the effect – ‘is that the best you got’ – as a cheeky taunt. In the end, however, some kind of sense prevailed and I knew the trouble that provocation would get me into. The caning eventually subsided. Not as ferocious as the first time, but still intense. And the purgative effect and the privilege of taking it was deeply meaningful. It was a privilege and honour to serve and be used by Mistress T again and to be so instructed by Mistress Sidonia and Mistress Nikki Whiplash.

Filthy Scenes from The Mansion
From snowballs in hot tubs to hessian punishment skirts, what a whirlwind of a year in filthy, perverted servitude 2025 was. Every facet of my servitude to the English Mansion was amazing in 2025. To meet and be used by amazing Dommes such as Lady Sara Borgia and Nikki Whiplash, not to mention of course the impresario of it all, the indomitable Mistress Sidonia von Bork. And in my wildest dreams I never believed that I would go under Mistress T’s cane again.

The other subs and sissies were fantastic to behold and educational to watch – the poise and deportment of Aurora was one I strove to emulate. The Bulls were magnificent in their sheer prowess. I luxuriated in sucking St. Bull’s cock and balls and licking his arsehole. Another bearded Bull, courtesy of Lady Sara, had his own distinctive style – an earthy force of nature whose cock I was acquainted with in the hot tub.

This was the year in which Mistress Sidonia dressed and wigged me and made me up as a sissy. Sitting for her as she applied the makeup amounted to the welcome ruination of my vanilla self and the physical birth of my authentic being. When her work was reflected to me in a mirror it was a profound experience – an epiphany. I’m still astounded by it as I see the emerging films.

I codified my servitude to Mistress Sidonia in a contract signing ceremony witnessed by Lady Sara. To mark the occasion, I sucked St. Bull in front of both Mistresses. Mistress Sidonia collared me and kindly provided me with an Ownership chain which I wear proudly as a physical everyday symbol of her Ownership.

Lap dancing Bulls, cock sucking competitions, arse hole licking – there’s simply too much to mention and a riot of sensations. Some standouts though and I hesitate to do this because it was all magnificent.

♠   Finishing last in one cock sucking competition and, as the loser, ordered to worship Man Meat’s arse hole, or find his starfish as Lady Sara eloquently termed it.
♠   Semen gushing over my face in the warm water of a hot tub in the searing summer sun
Snowballing said semen with another sissy in the hot tub in full view of the Mistresses and Bulls
♠    The Bulls review of each sub’s cock sucking performance
♠   Turning around into Mistress T’s penetrative gaze as she brandished the cane
♠    Walking across the forecourt of the Mansion and the door of the side building opening and Mistress Sidonia and Lady Sara Borgia looking out, assessing their prey
♠   The sheer anticipation of it all – waiting for flights in vanilla land with no one around me knowing the filth I was craving – the excitement of touching down in the UK and driving to the Shangri-la of perversity.

Thank you to my Owner, Mistress Sidonia. The English Mansion is an oasis of kink and debauchery and it’s a privilege to enter its hallowed realm and serve in it. 2025 was a seminal year of servitude – truly my Annus Corruptis.

by sissy p