Trans Trap – The Sissy Bondage Vice

Posted on 27/02/2017 by Mistress Sidonia

Recently, super CD sub Jessica Dee came over to the Mansion to serve the stunning Miss Foxx, however, her training was not up to this Mistress’s high expectations and she found herself on our new device…

The Sissy Bondage Vice

The Sissy Bondage Vice is a new and ingenious Mansion invention, for lazy maids we call it the ‘idle vice’ 🙂 it can work as either a punishment or sexual torment device. And, can be fully adapted to meet all the needs of the domina utilising it, for example:

1. A cock dildo can be fitted into the mouth, this gags and shuts them up but also helps stretch the jaw, perfect for improving their cock sucking training;

2. Nipple clamps and stretchers can be attached and used as a predicament punishment, so if the sissy moves at all suffering will ensue. It is also good to help enlarge and stretch the nipples making them more feminine;

3. Anal devices and plugs can be kept in place for stretching and sensitising their new special pussy;

4. While below the waist either a milking machine or a vibrator if the sissy is locked in permanent chastity, can be fitted leaving the poor little thing just on the edge and frustrated;

5. A web cam can be fitted giving you and hopefully some friends a whole view of the little sissy’s suffering from another room, plus it’s always a good way to keep a watchful eye on them while they are bound.

Kept In Line

So, if you want to see the Sissy Bondage Vice and indeed Miss Foxx & Jessica Dee in action, you can see them right now in Kept In Line now showing inside The English Mansion.

Miss Foxx’s house girl, Jessica is due some training to keep her in line. Mistress tests a new remote control vibrating plug which is inserted deep into Jessica’s ass, varying the intensity and noting the responses, her poor chastity clad cock leaking pre-cum from the deep pleasure. This is then followed by an OTK spanking, to balance the relief, her cheeks becoming nicely engorged, preparing her for the cane strokes to follow. Finally, she is left on the sissy bondage punishment chair, nipples pulled tightly, gagged with a big dildo and vibrator on her caged cock.

Elizabeth’s House Maid

And this special sissy punishment chair will be featuring again later this year, this time in the hands of beautiful Governesses Elizabeth in Elizabeth’s House Maid when she takes charge of the recalcitrant handful that is Maid Tiffany Doll.

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Namio Harukawa: Smotherly Love

Posted on 20/02/2017 by Mistress Sidonia

The Femdom Art of Namio Harukawa

There are very few femdom artists in the world and even fewer whose work is instantly recognisable. The illustrious Sardax would certainly be one, the other would be Namio Harukawa whose name is less well-known, however, femdom enthusiasts will instantly recognise his work.

Namio Harukawa was an artist born in Osaka, Japan in 1947. His drawings exclusively depict generously proportioned dominant women sitting on, possibly sexually using or smothering the faces of weak, small, submissive men. The men are often bound or trapped in some kind of contraption while the women’s Rubenesque figures totally overwhelm and envelope them. He was most certainly a master at depicting erotic female bottoms and is much admired by the world’s bottom loving and face-sitting fraternities.

His most common motif is where the men are somehow, and always rather humorously, turned into human furniture for the comfort and service of these curvaceous goddesses. In his pictures the men are literally ‘objectified’, we don’t even see their faces (unless it’s their grimaces) as they are usually disappearing beneath a powerful women’s bottom. Thus the men exist as nothing more than useful household additions – inoffensive, faceless and ignored little men.

Harukawa’s voluptuous woman have huge breasts but even larger bottoms and super strapping gigantic thighs. This shape is then more ‘pear’ than ‘hourglass’ and the effect creates a powerful looking, strong, hyper-sexy women. (Certainly at odds with today’s sexualised image of a top-heavy, stick thin woman – how does she stand up?)

And, in his world, women’s superiority to men is a given, his dominant women are self-assured and contented, usually sporting a looks of haughty disdain or a slightly sadistic smile while astride the faces of these hapless males.

So pull up a face and take a look 🙂 Here’s a little example of his work…

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A Secret Interview with Mistress Sidonia von Bork Pt2

Posted on 14/02/2017 by Mistress Sidonia

An Interview With Mistress Sidonia von Bork Pt 2

First published in Secret Magazine December 2005 – Issue 28

You recently released two videos with David Jackson from Bootlovers.com. Have you known him for a long time? How did this project start? Will there be more videos/DVD’s? and also, why in Black & white?

As an artist I was initially interested in photography, but found it had limitations and therefore made a natural progression into making short art movies. I felt films gave me the space to express the darker parts of my psyche and also the breadth to explore the metaphorical nature of visual art forms. My films always have layer upon layer of meaning. So eventually the artist’s and dominatrix’s lives crossed and to film my sessions became an obvious project. Firstly, I wanted to document some of my scenes, but importantly I felt that nothing I had ever watched had ever really conveyed to me the reality of the interplay between a slave and his Mistress, of what really happens in a scene. Unfortunately BDSM has an obvious ‘shock-value’ that is always exploited by the mainstream medias, we are all familiar with the banal stereotype of the PVC clad, whip-welding Dom acting out a ridiculous scenario for a crass comic effect. Worst of all, are the scary fly-on-the-wall documentaries, which may deserve some praise, for addressing and opening up the whole BDSM issue to the general public however, they still sell us short, as often those interviewed are the most extreme or bizarre players who are quite unrepresentative of the scene as a whole.

I wanted to try to capture the intensity of a female domination session, the exhilarating power play and charged atmosphere, to try and convey some of the beauty and intimacy. I worked on the project with a fellow artist Brian Williams, who developed much of the unique filming technique and did the filming. We always filmed genuine sessions as they progressed and in their entirety. We filmed them in black and white because filming without colour draws the viewer into the action and dungeons do usually tend to be very complicated rooms with lots of equipment hanging on the walls. Using monochrome enhanced the sensual texture of leather hinting to the viewer its aroma and sensual qualities. Plus most of my costumes are black, so texture becomes even more important.

We filmed much of the action from the perspective of the slave looking up at his Mistress towering above him and all of it with a roving camera and moving light source, so as to give the viewer the effect that they are secretly peeking in on, or through a keyhole into an unknown and private world. Some sections were filmed with a drop-frame effect which gives them a dream like quality – (‘that you have but slumbered here while these visions did appear’). As there was no sound I added ethnic background music, often with ethereal female chanting to add a reminder of the powerful and hypnotic nature of female energy. I also wanted my devotees to hear my voice speaking directly to them and so used a voice-over. I begin with a slave hypnotism designed to mesmerize the viewer and draw them into my world. I discuss my philosophy of female domination including an in-depth introduction to what is expected from a contracted slave. I also comment on the action as it unfolds giving the viewer more of an insight into the psychology of domination and understanding of my equipment and implements.

A friend, David Jackson who runs DDI Magazine and www.Bootlovers.com had seen a copy of these art-movies then entitled The Bork Sessions, he thought they were fantastic and persuaded me to make them available on the American market. Unfortunately, this meant we had to edit out some of the action to fit with the current US video regulations. For example, any watersports or insertions ie. strap-on play, could only be implied and not shown fully. Personally, I didn’t think they were terribly commercial with no colour or real sound. They do however, present real action nothing is staged or faked with a genuine Mistress and some of her real life slaves. They are certainly an acquired taste and present something very different from any other commercial domination movies. Interestingly women seemed to really like and appreciate them. They were shown at the alternative New York Film Festival and despite their quirkiness surprisingly seem to have sold extremely well.

There were two videos released ‘The English Mistress Parts 1 & 2’, but there won’t be any more made. They were a work of love and ultimately the time and effort they took to produce can never be fully compensated. It was however, an invaluable experience, they taught me a great deal about film making and built my confidence in myself to launch my own femdom movie website The English Mansion.com. Mostly what we make is fairly commercial and within the accepted genera of erotic SM as that is basically what our members want but occasionally I indulge myself with an idea that is somewhat alternative. I consider myself very lucky as I truly enjoy running the website. I love being creative, exploring new plots and ideas, many based on my own personal fantasies. I also adore the process of filming them, I definitely have an exhibitionist streak and I think I like the thought that through the website, I can now tease hundreds of men from afar.

In the BDSM scene most of the Domina’s do not have sex with their slaves. You do. Can you tell me why or is this is special slave, like your boyfriend?

I’m not sure who wrote this ‘rule book’ and certainly have never seen a copy of it. Personally I think that is a ridiculous supposition. I can certainly see that in the world of commercial domination, sex does not need to be a part of it and when I worked a prodom sex was certainly something I didn’t enter into with my clients, but that does not mean it was not an erotic experience. If you think of it the other way around with masters and sub girls, I suspect that sexual slavery is an exciting and accepted part of those relationships. For me the act of domination is in itself a sexual one driven by my sexual needs and desires. The act of a man giving himself to me, suffering for me and totally submitting himself to my every whim is incredibly lubricious. To humiliate is erotic, to inflict slow sensual pain is erotic, to use is erotic and the pure act of owning a slave is in itself extremely erotic. My personal slaves exist to please me in anyway I choose and therefore are there to sexually please me anyway I want – that’s my choice and power. I have an incredible sex drive and need slaves that can give me a lot of attention. At the moment I have a 24/7 relationship with a male slave who is most certainly there as my sex slave. I think probably the reason I don’t play sexually with lots of different people is because, like most people, the safe sex issue is a concern and I want to be sensible. I do also play with other both male and female slaves that do pleasure me in a safe sex way. Playing, being a Mistress, having slaves is what turns me on, that’s my primary drive for doing it, sex and being pleasured is integral to this. I think the only rule should only be, don’t do anything you are uncomfortable with.

What do you think about the submissive men and slaves that come to serve you?

Generally the media only have one stereotypical image of the submissive male – that of the quivering, wimpy slave who is always depicted in a comical manner. In my experience this could not be further from the truth, it’s a huge misconception. Firstly, most sexually submissive men are generally anything but in their day-to-day lives, and, in session, they are something far from weedy. When a man submits to me, it is not because he is weak but because he is strong – to submit takes extreme will. To suffer what many slaves endure needs a strong man, both mentally and physically which enables me to indulge my need to really hurt and abuse them. I am often astounded with the amounts of pain and suffering that slaves will endure purely for my will. How they face and overcome their fears in order to become my new creation. What is also fantastic about sub men (and women) is that they are nearly always highly intelligent (except when they have an erection), articulate and often very creative. They always want to explore their sexualities and imaginative fantasies which they populate with their dreams of submission and suffering. Although an experienced Mistress, I still believe there is plenty for me to learn within the huge world of SM. Much of what I have learned has in some part come from the submissives that have served and amused me.

With your military cap and the “M logo”, you look very much as a Nazi. Doesn’t this worry you?

Well my intention is to create the look of a sexy uniform that is obviously based on an iconic and a glamorous female military officer. I personally find this imagery and the fantasies it can encompass extremely erotic. I think that we should remember that we are surrounded by images of Nazism, the Second World War was a huge event in relatively recent history. Hollywood has mixed fact and fiction and none of us are unfamiliar with the character of what I call a ‘Hollywood Nazi’. Ultimate baddies often played by famous and sexy movies stars, who wear smart black uniforms, leather knee boots and black leather coats. With this deliberately titillating mix of sexy baddies, of fact and fiction, of total power over others, it is not surprising that so many BDSMers are drawn to the imagery and obviously SM subtext of Nazism. But this appeal comes from a fantasy, I am equally fascinated, like many others with characters like Darth Vader & Serverlan. I guess I’m just always drawn to the bad guys & girls.

We need to make a distinction that most BDSM revolves around fantasies, women fantasize about rape, guys want to be kidnapped and abused – but although we act them out, they are obviously not real. The idea of watching or entering into real sexual violence or non consensual acts to those of us involved in the scene would be totally abhorrent. I can’t control what turns me on and society will never be able to police what people fantasize about. I also know a lot of people share my interest with this kind of imagery and play.

Since most aspects of SM and fetishism play with images that are dark and disturbing we could probably censor everything, as its images will always be upsetting and taboo to someone somewhere. SM is never going to be politically correct because it isn’t, no matter how much we try to squeeze it into the box, it’s just not going to fit. We certainly can’t try to control this by saying a medieval torturer is an acceptable costume but a nazi uniform is not. There is a huge amount of darkness attached to the word ‘slave’. I think it becomes very dangerous once any group begins making rules as to what is or isn’t an acceptable or permissible way for consensual people to express their sexuality. That’s fascism and we should protect freedom of expression.

That is not to say that there aren’t issues relating to sensitivity and appropriateness. I recognize that swastikas, authentic insignia and certain uniforms are extremely emotive, upsetting and naturally offensive to many people. Especially as images taken for fantasy play can be used out of context especially with the advent of social media. Running a commercial website we just would never use authentic uniforms or Nazi insignia anywhere as it’s not necessary; to be honest that’s not what our fetishists are interested in any way, they want a sexy, fantasy look of a powerful female officer. I’m not making judgments on any kinds of pervery but it’s important to be sensitive, understanding and considerate.

What influence does BDSM have on your life now, if any?

Today my sexuality is integral to my lifestyle. I see fetishists and BDSMers as the new Bohemians of the 21st Century, who resist and challenge the values of mainstream culture. I am also fascinated in the spiritual aspect of SM play. How differing forms of submission and masochism can offer us unique life experiences – like modern rites of passage. The desire for oblivion and liberation, removing the burden of self with all it stresses, conflicts and limitations, leading ultimately to a transformation of the soul. Today the emphasis is on being an individual, we are taught to take control of our lives and responsibility for ourselves. We need to learn to value the unknown as well as the rational, to abdicate control as well as taking it. Westerners rarely have to face scary experiences, go to war, fight physically for survival. I think that is why there is a renewed interest in masochism and body modification like tattooing or body piercing. These experiences give us safe natural highs, they bring us closer to fear and ultimately death. BDSM also connects with ‘adult’ play and fantasy, the need for us all to explore our psyches and darker natures in a safe way. I believe that it is through these intense experiences we can transform ourselves into far more than the sum of our parts.

What was the weirdest experience you ever encountered? What was the most pleasant one…?

I have had so many wild and amazing experiences I really wouldn’t know where to start. I am extremely open-minded and unshockable and I would encourage people to explore their sexualities and enjoy them and not be worried about other people being judgmental.

If you had a million pounds, what would do with it?

Use it to finance my plans of world domination. No seriously, money is not a driving force of my life. There are other far more important, decadent and pleasurable things I spend my time planning.

Do you have a personal message for the readers who would like to contact you?

I’m currently not available for sessions as I just don’t have the time these days as the website has taken up far more of my time than I ever anticipated. We currently get fifty plus emails everyday so it is just not possible for me to answer people personally. We do however have a forum open at the website and everybody is welcome to join in with discussions and I do personally read all the messages and contribute where appropriate. That is currently the best way for slaves to make themselves known to me. We do use slaves in our movies, but currently do have a back log of willing participants.

First published in Secret Magazine December 2005 – Issue 28

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A Secret Interview with Mistress Sidonia von Bork Pt1

Posted on 07/02/2017 by Mistress Sidonia

An Interview With Mistress Sidonia von Bork Pt 1

First published in Secret Magazine December 2005 – Issue 28

How did you get started in the BDSM scene?

I’m totally open and unashamed to acknowledge that my earliest leanings were definitely, though not exclusively, submissive. As a teenager, I don’t think I was in any way mature enough to be or enjoy the dominant part of an SM relationship. I do believe that in order to really explore ones dominance you first need to have a fair amount of life experience and sexual encounters – both straight and pervy. It takes years to have the practical knowledge, confidence, understanding of male sexuality and your own desires to be in total control of another person. I loved being sub, I threw myself into it. I did everything and had the most fantastic time but got to a point where I felt I had done everything. I now know that this submissive beginning is not an uncommon route for many women who later become dominant. I was submissive from my early teens up to my early twenties, then there was a switch period and around my mid-twenties I became completely dominant in my tastes. I worked as a Prodom for over ten years. I have had three 24/7 Mistress and slave relationships each one reaching a little further than the last in their intensity. With each I have grown in my abilities and discovered more about my desires. How did I start, well, like most fellow perves, it was just in me. There was no internet then and so discovering others who shared your interests was a complicated process of finding and joining underground and clandestine members clubs. I started attending, meeting people and playing.

Do you enjoy dressing the part of a dominatrix? From what I’ve seen on the website, you prefer leather to dress up in, but you also show a vast collection of rubber. What do you prefer and why?

An essential element to every scene is my costume, I am a voyeur, I love mirrors, I love the way I look, the way the slave looks. The visual aspect of a scene is part of its eroticism. The ritual of dressing myself before a session, the transformation into the darker side of myself where I am becoming ready to take on the power and mantle of a Mistress. I adore all that is excessively feminine, dramatic make up, painted nails and long hair. I like to use my femininity to ensnare men, the supposed weakness of the fairer sex is the best way to capture their minds and control them. The clothes pamper my senses and indulge my dominance, they make me feel powerful and sexy and prepare me for the oncoming liaison. This is when I concentrate my thoughts, tune into the dominant part of my psyche, and let my mind run to where I want to go, where I shall lead my ward. This is never a fixed script, simply ideas that I let take over, for often the scene will dart off in a completely different direction.

I don’t specifically like one costume over another, it just depends on my mood or what’s new in my wardrobe. I have always been drawn to leather. It’s primal, it makes me feel feral and wild – leather is so fierce. It ages and lasts. When a leather garment sits on a hanger it always looks rather uninteresting as it’s a material that needs a body to bring it to life. Leather slowly moulds to the shape of your body like a second skin. Leather is definitely my preferred fetish attire. This is not to say I dislike rubber, I think rubber is the ultimate in flattering fetish wear, it immediately glamorizes you, the way that rubber shows off the shape of your body, the way it makes your skin appear so smooth and sleek.

I also love the smartness and gravity of uniforms. I like to wear straight business suits, high heels and glasses, (which I usually wear in everyday life) they allow me to connect to the real world. Plus to dominate men in ordinary clothes, (without the customary uniform of the Dom) to throw off the conventions is appealing and can make it more exciting. I also like to wear pervy clothes under my straight clothes. I like corsets and Victorian costumes. The final touch to dressing is always the shoes or boots. I have a particular love and fetish for platforms (as all women should be on pedestals) because of how they exaggerate the shape of the shoe, they accentuate its natural curves and add height to the heels.

I have a fetish for hoods and masks and love to hood my slaves (the feel of leather between my thighs is quite delightful). Hoods take away their sense of individuality and turn them into nothing more than a creature for my pleasure, nameless and faceless, there for me, an extension of me. On an outing a slave should be dressed up, he’s merely an appendage, like a matching handbag.

Can you agree with the notice that a good dominant should also know what it is to be a good submissive?

I generally believe it’s always a good idea to try everything, to try being tied up, try being whipped, experience everything because you never know what you like until you have tried it. I think that some of the best doms have been or tried at playing sub. Being on the receiving end gives you an insight that you could never possibly understand while you are the Dom, of the reality of handing over power and responsibility to someone else. It is a complicated paradox of wanting to please your Dom and take and do everything they wish but within your limits, needing to feel safe and ultimately respected. You also gain an invaluable understanding into the technical aspects of what works, of what are realistic expectations. You understand the difference between what can be pleasurably painful and what is just downright uncomfortable and distracting; and how pleasure can turn to panic in an instant. So while you don’t need to be submissive – to experiment and to experience is always good. This applies to sexuality in general – there are hundreds of things to try, why not experiment and keep an open mind.

I have often mused on the fact that the important distinction is not as to whether you are the Sub or Dom but whether you are straight or pervy. This is because the roles of Sub and Dom are co-dependant, ones need the other to exist, so in a sense they are one and the same. This is because whilst being submissive, part of the experience is identifying with the power the dominant has over you, a kind of emotional empathy and vice versa for the dominant party.

When a sub presents them to you, what do look for the most? His imagination, fantasies, …? You have a vast collection of fantasies like face-sitting, arse licking, extreme BDSM, strap-ons, cock & ball torture, military & prison scenes, clinic play, watersports, etc… what do you prefer to do most? (if possible elaborate answer, not just “spanking, please… also the why?)

For me domination is ultimately psychological, the CP, WS, SM, bondage etc., i.e. the physical aspects, are just sidelines or tools for me as a Dominant. It’s the getting into someone’s mind, the control, the taking them over that I find exciting and a turn on. I like to train or break slaves to my will or seduce men into my power. In some ways it’s like a dance that I am engaging in or an elaborate game of chess. When a slave first presents himself to me the endless possibilities are exciting. So basically someone who is open, with whom once I have built up the trust, is going to let me take them on a journey, and is able to let go. Most slaves are arrogant enough to think that they know what being a good submissive is, so most will never experience the heady delights and pleasure of completely submitting themselves to another person. When it happens it is thrilling for me and for them. When someone presents themselves to me, as their Mistress I feel honoured, by offering themselves and their submission up to me it is their biggest gift, something very precious, something I must nurture, take care of and develop.

As for which of the technical aspects of a session I prefer, I have explored different things, I have had many phases. I am keen on elaborate bondage, having my victim totally helpless and at my mercy. But also mental bondage, seducing a man or psychologically overpowering them. I’ve always liked using a strap-on cock on guys, I like the role reversal, the power of being able to enter another person and take them over. (Especially if I have a vibrator on underneath.) Do I have penis envy – certainly not, I have loads and mine stay hard all night. I love heavy uniform type torture and humiliation scenes and have a cruel imagination, I want to totally break down my captive have then totally at my mercy and in my power. I also love Watersports as a form of humiliation, but also for its erotic and sensual qualities.

I’ve interviewed Sardax and saw some special drawings done especially for you. What is your relation with him and how did these drawings come to be?

I consider myself an artist, if anything the creative and artistic side of me is a greater part of my identity than being a dominatrix. Being a Mistress is not the entirety of my life. So I have always been drawn to fellow artists in the fetish world of which there are many. From personal experience the scene draws very many creative, imaginative and intelligent individuals.

I collect erotic art and have a huge collection with many originals – including works by Jan Saudek, Vince Ray, Incubus 6, China Hamilton and of course Sardax. Given that Sardax’s style does have a special appeal to women and its main subject matter revolves around femdom, I guess it was inevitable that we would meet. His sense of the darker side of femininity is particularly interesting, I also love his attention to detail, the muted colours, their other worldliness and of course his sublime imagination. Together we worked on a few ideas and he used me as a muse in a number of paintings. One piece I love is a portrait of me standing in front of a pathway leading to a door – an image I now use on the first page of my personal website www.SidoniaBork.com. Doorways offer the possibility of something new, something wondrous but mainly something unknown. Another painting by Sardax I adore is a version of me in a similar pose and costume to the famous Pre-Raphaelite painting of Sidonia von Bork (by Burne-Jones) that is to be found in the Tate London Gallery. Ms Bork was one of the first femme fatales and the painting was based on the 1849 novel of the same name by Wilhelm Meinhold. And of course, more apparently, my namesake – the pseudo-name I have taken for my dominant persona. So it has a special fondness and meaning for me.

First published in Secret Magazine December 2005 – Issue 28

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Femdom Summer Garden Party Pt2 – Sunshine, Service & Suffering

Posted on 01/02/2017 by Mistress Sidonia

Sunshine, Service & Suffering
The Mansion Summer Garden Party Pt2

Yes there’s more…we love a party at The English Mansion and with all the hot weather last year we thought we’d throw a Summer Garden Party. So here is the second installment of our wicked exploits from the later part of the afternoon…

After the endless rounds of human-pony racing our slaves were nicely sweaty, exhausted and lying helplessly broken on the ground – such a lovely sight 🙂 The real suffering, however, was just about to begin for one unlucky slave…the loser… as he was to be tied to a post and bull-whipped simultaneously by all four of us!

In attendance were the beautiful Mistress Lola, Mistress Evilyne & Miss Analisa each flaunting impressive single-tail whips, that could be heard loudly cracking away over the moans of their victim, “OUCH!”

The ‘2nd place loser’ was also dished out a few lashes and as he was a pathetic wimp, he begged and grovelled at our boots to be spared.

After a cigarette break with a useful ashtray slave, we decided to split up. Mistress Analisa & Mistress Lola decided to have some cruel entertainment taking two slaves down to the milking shed. One was strapped up in tight bondage while the other was enticed into a little ‘messy’ enforced bi 🙂

Mistress Evilyne and myself took another slave into the side paddock and made him stretch his arse-hole up with some huge toys while we gave him some needed ‘encouragement’.

Femdom parties are always SUCH fun with lashings of… well… lashings! The dynamic is totally different from the intensity of a 1 on 1 session; parties have their own potency with an exciting layer of exhibitionism and humiliation. And, I have always found a gathering of dommes far more sadistic when together, I don’t know if its latent competition or just a kind of group blood lust 😉

A Quiet Day At Home: Femdom Fiction

Posted on 31/01/2017 by Mistress Sidonia

A Quiet Day At Home

Mistress Lucy glanced at the clock which a few minutes ago had just struck 12.30, sighed a deep sigh & swung her long, elegant, legs off the sofa.

“I suppose I’d better prepare myself for that insolent slave” she muttered to herself.

“How dare he ring me so late at night with some pathetic question. He’ll certainly leave here vowing never to do it again, that’s for certain!”

She climbed the stairs to the first floor landing & pushed open the door to her rather misleadingly named “playroom”. Many things went on in it’s dim interior, but few of them would normally be described as “play”, even by the most committed masochist..

Once across the threshold she spun sharp right on her exquisite stiletto-heeled court shoes and walked into her dressing room. The room was still not quite as she would have liked it, but as yet she hadn’t found a slave capable of carrying out the work required to meet her exacting standards.

“OK….. today he’s not going to know what’s hit him” she whispered to herself, as she took most of her weight on her straight left leg and twisted the spike heel of her right shoe viciously into the deep pile of the carpet. Today was one of those days when she was really in the mood for tormenting her slaves & she was looking forward to the arrival of her next victim with eager anticipation. Arms folded she let her gaze run along the long line of outfits on the chrome rail; most were black and nearly all were either soft leather, shiny PVC or skin tight rubber. The afternoon sun was streaming through the window and it’s heat was sending off an intoxicating perfume from the rail of clothes. It was a heady mixture of perfume, coconut oil & the sweet scent of hot leather.

Mistress Lucy inhaled a deep breath of this seductive, erotic aroma and closed her eyes.

“Definitely a leather day” she mused and stepped out of her heels onto the carpet as she selected a fine black kid thong. She pointed her feet like a dancer as she slipped the thong over them & on up her long, strong legs till the straps were nestled on top of her hips and her beautifully shaven pussy was gently caressed by the soft pouch. Next she eased her cream riding jodhpurs over her feet and pulled them up until she could fasten them round her tiny waist. She loved the way they clung to every curve of her legs and bottom like a second skin & admired her reflection in the mirror as she smoothed out any remaining creases with her hands. Her beautifully firm breasts looked well tanned against the pale colour of the jodhpurs and she could already feel her juices start to flow as a feeling of total power started to take hold. Mistress Lucy noticed that her nipples were beginning to harden & slipping on a short leather jacket she gasped as they brushed against the smooth, silky lining. Next came her long leather thigh boots with the spiked heels, which were nearly as tight on her legs as the riding breeches. They were her most potent symbols of dominance and were guaranteed to have any pathetic male grovelling on the floor in front of her, begging for mercy! She always zipped them up slowly & deliberately, as though every inch of zip increased her power even more. Once her legs were fully encased in the supple leather she loved to sit down, grasp the top of each boot in turn and pull hard so that her feet were forced well into the foot & all the creases disappeared as the leather was pulled taut.

A pair of buttery-soft black kid gloves, that one of her slaves had bought her, were eased onto her long, elegant fingers to add the finishing touch and Mistress Lucy lifted herself slowly off the chair and drew herself up to her full height. Very slowly she walked the length of her playroom, her spike heels spearing the carpet with every step, enjoying the feeling of total control that a dominant outfit provided. When she reached the end she turned to face the full length mirror & admired her reflection as she stood tall, hands on hips. She was truly a Dominant Goddess personified & loved that feeling of sexual power which was the ultimate aphrodisiac for any woman who craves control. She pulled the bottom of her jacket down to show off her breasts to best advantage and admired the way the V at the back emphasised the shapely curves of her firm buttocks.

“Just perfect for riding slaves and smothering them too” she laughed.

As the sound of her wicked laugh died away she heard the doorbell ring downstairs.

Mistress Lucy paused to pick a riding crop from her rack of whips then slowly & deliberately descended the stairs to admit her slave. As she opened the door the man outside gawped unbelievingly at the vision of power & femininity that stood before him.

“Oh my God” he gasped.

“Don’t you mean Goddess?” came the reply……………..

“Oh, I’m sorry” said Mistress Lucy “I thought you were someone else!”

“Er…er…you are Miss Bailey, aren’t you?” the man stammered, thinking he’d called at the wrong house.

“Yes, that’s right”

Mistress Lucy had completely forgotten that she had asked a carpenter to call to carry out some modifications to her dressing room.

“Oh, you must be the carpenter, please come in.”

The sight of Mistress Lucy in her full Riding Mistress outfit had obviously completely thrown the poor man, so in an effort to calm him down she asked him if he wanted a cup of tea before he started.

“Er…yeah…thanks” he managed to blurt out, still in shock at the erotic apparition before him.

As he followed her into the kitchen his eyes were riveted on the beautiful curves of her exquisite bottom, which were all too obvious because of the skin-tight riding jodhpurs she was wearing. On entering the kitchen Mistress Lucy’s spike-heeled boots started to clack noisily on the quarry tiles and his gaze was drawn reluctantly away from her amazing bottom to her somewhat unusual footwear. Long black thigh-high boots with five inch heels were hardly normal daytime wear for housewives; not in his experience anyway!

She started to fill the kettle with water as he tried to get his senses at least partially under control Should he try and carry on as though this was quite normal attire for his lady customers or should he make some comment? And if he was going to make some comment, what the hell was he going to say? In the end he decided that he would try and carry on as normally as he could, although the sight of this extraordinarily beautiful woman was already setting his pulse racing & making him breathe heavily.

Mistress Lucy spun on her heel and suddenly asked “Are you experienced?”

This was too much for his befuddled brain. “At what, Miss?” he blurted out.

“Why, carpentry of course, what on earth did you think I meant, you stupid man?”

“I…I..I’m not sure, Miss” he stammered. Her very direct questioning and demeanour were making him nervous.

“Please don’t call me Miss, I can’t abide it. I will only respond to Madam or preferably Mistress”

“Yes, Miss…sorry…er, Mistress.”

“I’ve had so-called carpenters round here before & to be quite frank most of them didn’t know their arse from their elbow. I hope you’re not one of those!”

He guessed she was about the same age as him but she was obviously used to taking charge of situations!

Mistress Lucy had by now recovered from the initial shock of seeing him on her doorstep, instead of her expected slave, and was beginning to enjoy the situation, much to the obvious discomfort of Peter the carpenter who was beginning to wonder what was going on. As she stood with her back to the worktop he couldn’t help noticing that she appeared not to be wearing a bra, as he could see most of her full, firm breasts through the neck of the short, leather jacket she was wearing. Altogether she was an awesome sight; both incredibly sexy and yet somehow very intimidating at the same time. He had never seen, let alone met, quite such an amazing woman.

His reverie was broken by her commanding voice. “I’m not paying you to stand around gawping at my tits, let’s put you to work.”

Mistress Lucy marched briskly across the kitchen, through the hallway, and climbed the stairs, deliberately placing one foot in front of the other so that her hips swayed teasingly, guessing correctly that Peter’s eyes would be glued on her tantalising curves. He followed her, transfixed by this confident, commanding woman. She opened a door on the first floor landing and he followed her into it’s dimly lit interior. After the bright sunlight of the kitchen he could barely make anything out, although he thought he saw a four poster bed with some sort of shiny sheet covering it. Further inspection was not possible as Mrs. Anderson opened another door into a small room off the main room which was virtually empty, apart from a pair of handcuffs and what looked like a studded dog-collar on the floor.

“That bloody slave” he thought he heard her mutter, as she picked them up and slipped them into her jacket pocket. By now alarm bells were going off in his head & he wondered what on earth went on in this place.

“Right, I want shelves here, cupboards here & two hanging rails here” she ordered, “and I want the job finished tonight.”

“But, Miss…I mean Mistress. There’s no way I’ll finish this lot by five!”

“Who said anything about finishing at five. You’ll finish when I say you can go!”

Although she was the client, and a very attractive one at that, he wasn’t used to being talked to like this by anyone, especially a woman.

“Hang on a minute Missus….” he started, but his words were rapidly cut off as he gasped in amazement. As he had started to protest, Mistress Lucy had quickly stepped forward so that her fantastic body was pressed lightly against his own, towering over him in her five inch stilettos. He could smell her perfume & the sweet scent of leather from her jacket, as he gazed at her luscious, blood red lips. She brought one gloved hand up & rested it lightly under his chin, with just enough pressure to tip his head back ever so slightly.

“You wouldn’t want to displease me now, would you?” she softly intoned.

“No…no…of course not Missus, I mean Mistress” he answered, and with out another word she turned on her heel & strode from the room.

As she descended the stairs, Mistress Lucy felt quietly pleased by her performance so far (for performance it surely was) & noticed with some pleasure that her pussy was beginning to tingle. She lay on the spotless cream leather sofa for a while and read a magazine whilst the glorious afternoon sun warmed her body until, after a few short minutes, she became uncomfortably hot. She unzipped her boots and slowly peeled the cream jodhpurs off her impossibly long, tanned legs.

“That’s better” she breathed & got up to open the sliding doors a little. She lay back down on the sofa and undid the solitary button on her soft, kidskin jacket so that her firm breasts were exposed to the warm sun and the cool breeze.

“Ummmm!”, she moaned, as the sun warmed the small black thong covering her sensual mound as lay back sumptuously on the cushions. The sweet aroma of the hot leather filled her senses and she felt her head start to swim as she gently caressed her pussy with her middle finger, pushing the warm leather against her clitoris. As she did so she caressed her firm breasts and rock hard nipples with her other leather-gloved hand, enjoying the feel of the smooth, supple kid-skin against her own. Her breath started to come in quicker, deeper gasps as she placed the palm of her hand over her nose & mouth and inhaled deeply. The combination of the hot, caressing rays of the sun, and the sweet perfume of warm leather, was a strong aphrodisiac and Mistress Lucy had no inclination to fight her natural urges! All she needed now was a slave to worship her.

“Where the hell has that slave got to?” she thought angrily.” If he turns up now I’ll thrash him within an inch of his life”. At that moment she thought she heard a footfall in the bedroom above and sat up sharply. Was that her carpenter snooping about?

Mistress Lucy quickly eased her feet into her boots, which had become very hot & supple in the sun, zipped them up & picked up her riding crop from the carpet. A germ of a plan had begun to form in her mind – it appeared that her expected slave had stood her up but maybe she could make alternative arrangements!

She tiptoed upstairs very slowly and deliberately, her boots sinking into the deep soft pile of the carpet as she went, just like a lioness stalking her prey. As Mistress Lucy approached the main bedroom she could hear what sounded like the pages of a magazine being turned & slowed her pace even more. She gazed through the gap between the door & frame and could see Peter flicking through one of her femdom magazines with a look of amazement on his face.

Mistress Lucy took one pace forward, leaned her left shoulder casually on the door frame, folded her arms & crossed her left leg across her right, so the toe was pointing down into the carpet. She coughed lightly, which startled him so badly he dropped the magazine on the floor.

“What do you think, Peter?” her husky voice enquired.

He blushed deeply, feeling like a schoolboy caught redhanded.

“Er… I don’t know Mistress. It’s a bit kinky if you ask me.” Mistress Lucy noticed with quiet satisfaction that, despite the shock and embarrassment of being caught, he still remembered to call her by her proper title. He was learning, albeit slowly, and Mistress Lucy felt that the time was now right to accelerate the process.

Drawing herself up to her full height she walked, slowly and deliberately, directly towards him. “It’s not a bit kinky…..it’s perfectly natural!” she replied, fixing his by now frightened eyes with her unblinking gaze.

When she reached him she noticed with satisfaction that his hands appeared to be trembling slightly. “Do you find me attractive, Peter?” she enquired.

“I’m not sure Mistress….I mean….” but before he could finish she had grabbed his balls tightly with her left hand & his hair with her right and forced him down on his knees. Through the terrible pain in his balls he dimly felt his arms being dragged behind his back and something cold being snapped on his wrists.

“What the hell….” he started, before a sharp push from a spike heel in the small of his back sent his face deep into the carpet. He twisted his head sideways but all he could see were a pair of leather clad legs towering above him.

“What do you mean?” questioned Mistress Lucy, as she stepped over his prostrate body, sat heavily in the small of his back and leaned over, so her soft, luxuriant hair fell over his face and her lips were inches from his ear.

“I mean I find you attractive… but a bit unusual” he said tactfully.

“Gooood” breathed Mistress Lucy in his ear. “I would hate to be thought of as “usual”, because as you should be starting to realise…I’m not!”

“What are you going to do with me?” he quizzed.

“Remember your manners!” came her waspish voice. “You will address me as Mistress at all times….understand?”

“Yes, Mistress…sorry, Mistress” he gasped, his breathing becoming difficult as his chest was crushed into the carpet.

“As to what I’m going to do with you, I haven’t quite decided yet, but believe me I’m going to enjoy it!” she laughed.

Peter still couldn’t take in what was happening to him. What had started as a normal day had turned into a nightmare; what on earth had this crazy woman got in store for him? Now that she had him at a distinct physical disadvantage he thought his best policy was to be as co-operative as possible, and not antagonise her too much, as she was obviously a lady who believed in turning domination from fantasy to reality!

“On your feet, slave!” Mistress Lucy commanded and was pleased to see that her carpenter-turned-slave was quick to obey.

“Right, follow me through to my playroom. We have work to do.”

He awkwardly got to his feet, his arms firmly handcuffed behind his back, and followed his customer-turned-tormentor through to the room across the landing.

“Um…Mrs. Anderson, c..c..couldn’t we just carry on with the carpentry?” he stammered.

Mistress Lucy turned sharply on her heel at the sound of his frightened, pleading voice and planted the end of riding crop firmly under his chin.

“Firstly, you will only address me as Mistress or Mistress Lucy from now on and secondly you will carry on with the carpentry, but only when I have trained you to behave properly!”

The look of bemusement and fear on his face made her laugh out loud.

“I think I have the upper hand now, slave, don’t you?”

She turned again and continued on into her den. As she walked she knew that his eyes would be roaming all over her exquisite body and brought one foot deliberately across in front of the other as she walked, knowing it would make her hips sway. How she loved teasing poor, pathetic men! They just couldn’t handle her heady mix of sexual provocation and ultimate power.

“You can’t keep your eyes off them, can you Slave?”

“Off what, Mistress?” he said innocently, but very unconvincingly.

“My boots of course, and don’t try and play innocent with me! Your eyes were glued to my thigh-boots as you walked in. It’s quite understandable; I know you pathetic men find my exquisite legs irresistible at the best of times, let alone when they’re clad in soft, sensuous kid leather! However I will accept no excuses, so that’s another black mark against you, slave”

He stood in the middle of the room and waited, wondering what on earth was going to happen next. He was definitely afraid but also surprisingly starting to get aroused. “Right Slave, let’s have a look at you…..about as good as a pathetic male body can get, I suppose”

He could feel her eyes boring into him as she walked round him, oh so slowly, like a lioness stalking her prey. After a couple of circuits she stopped behind him, and the room was so quiet he could hear the thumping of his heart and feel his Mistress’s soft breath on the nape of his neck. He felt a hard object touch the top of his spine lightly; it then moved slowly down his spine until it reached his, by now, rather tense buttocks. It performed a couple of circuits round his two cheeks in a delicate fashion and he was just thinking how pleasant a sensation it was when ….. crack! The riding crop (for that’s what it was) whipped down smartly onto his right buttock causing him to jump sharply.

“Bit touchy aren’t we, slave?” came his Domina’s voice, in an expression of false concern.

“Sorry, Mistress” he apologised.

“No need to apologise, Slave. You should know by now that apologies are a waste of breath. I need actions, not words!”

The tip of the crop once again made gentle contact with his body, this time just behind his left knee. It tracked slowly up the inside of his leg, controlled expertly by his Mistress’s right hand. When it reached his balls it caressed them gently in a circular motion, as if to make up for the stinging pain in his backside.

“I think it’s time we had some clothes removed, don’t you Slave?” And with that she strolled casually over to her Mistress’s chair, deliberately swaying her perfect bottom as she knew he would be watching her. She sat down with great poise, leaned casually back in her chair and crossed her long legs. One of Mistress Lucy’s favourite pleasures was teasing her slaves with her superb figure until they felt their balls would burst. She used her beautifully toned curves as a deadly weapon, and her body was so stunning that complete and utter control was totally effortless.

“Sorry, Mistress, did you say take my clothes off?”

“Yes, are you deaf or what?” shouted back his tormentor

Peter felt her smouldering eyes on him and heard the quiet slap of her crop against her boot as she waited impatiently for him to undress. He struggled desperately to get his clothes off, hampered as he was by having his hands cuffed behind him.

“Well, what have we here then? Did I give you permission for an erection, Slave?” demanded Mistress Lucy.

“No, Mistress”

“Well why do you have one?”

“I don’t know, Mistress…this is not what normally turns me on.”

“Well, it’s what turns me on and as you will come to learn that is the only thing you should be concerned with. I think we need to teach you some manners. On your knees, Slave.”

He knelt down and Mistress Lucy mounted him like a horse.

“Take me to the Bondage Cross” she commanded.

He did as he was ordered, quietly enjoying the feel of her strong thighs gripping him, although the crop whacking his backside was a reminder who was in charge!

She dismounted and ordered him to stand up against the cross. Expertly the straps were tightly fastened and he was soon completely immobilised.

“That’s better. Nothing like a well trussed slave.” Lucy smiled as she stood back to admire her handiwork.

She was dressed in a soft leather G-string, which hid her sacred pussy at the front, but left nothing to the imagination at the back, with the tiny thong running up between her buttocks only serving to emphasise their fullness. The tops of her smooth, sensual thighs were visible above the glossy, black leather of her stiletto-heeled thigh-boots, which showed off the alluring curves of her impossibly long legs. Apart from the tops, which were flared to allow freedom of movement, her boots hugged the contours of those sensational legs as if they were lovingly caressing them.

His Dominatrix stood with her weight on one foot, with the other pointing out to the side and tilted backwards so that only her spike heel rested on the floor, as though she was crushing a slave underfoot. Her posture emphasised her ultimate power and showed off the contours of her 6″ spike heel to perfection.

Mistress Lucy knew that her helpless slave was overcome with lust for her irresistible body (as evidenced by his heavy breathing) and with good reason. Although she wasn’t vain, his Mistress worked hard in the gym to keep herself in shape and she enjoyed the sight of her dominant figure in the full length mirrors of her playroom. She slowly stalked round behind him until she was out of his sight.

“Can’t have you getting too excited, can we Slave?” quizzed his Mistress.

“No Mistress” replied Peter, unconvincingly. He could feel her presence behind him, partly by sixth sense and partly because he could smell the sweet mixture of perfume and leather rising from his tormentor’s body.

He flinched as she ran her razor sharp fingernails up his inner thigh and then sank them firmly into the soft flesh of his buttock.

“And you are a little over-excited, aren’t you, my slave?” she observed, as she watched the clear juice dripping off the end of his, by now, massively erect cock.

“I, I can’t resist you Mistress”

“I know Slave, it’s a shame you pathetic males have such pitiful self-control. Mind you, with a Mistress as stunning as myself it must be difficult for you, poor lamb! Perhaps I’d better teach you some?”

With that Mistress Lucy strolled casually across to her equipment rack and stood poised, with hands on hips, as she contemplated which instrument of pain to use on her helpless slave. She selected a short cat-o-nine tails and was on the way back to her incapacitated plaything when she stopped to admire the view in the mirror. What a goddess she looked as she idly played with the whip she’d just selected, whilst behind her she could see the waiting backside of her willing subject. Lucy felt her sacred juices start to flow as that ultimate aphrodisiac, total power, started to take effect.

“Now slave where were we? Oh yes, let’s see if you can handle some punishment; you never know I might even reward you if you don’t behave like a wimp! Now count the strokes and woe betide you if you don’t thank me after each and every one.”

Five minutes later, with red marks on his buttocks and thighs, he was in no doubt that he had absolutely no control over the situation he had found himself in.

“Not bad, slave. I think I may even reward you with a little boot worship, but first I’d like you to get acquainted with my boots from a different perspective.”

Five minutes later he was hanging from the ceiling, each ankle firmly held by a leather strap, with the top of his head only an inch or so above the floor. The blood was rushing to his head and he could hear a pounding in his ears….. but the view, albeit upside-down, was worth it. His Mistress was stalking round him very slowly and each time she came round he got a close up view of those skyscraper heels and the perfect curves of her strong calves. She squatted down in front of him so that her crotch was level with his face and the sweet smell of her sex juices drifted across the small gap to his nostrils.

“I expect you’d love to drink my juice wouldn’t you, Slave?”

“Oh yes, Mistress I’d give anything to be permitted to worship your sacred sex.” he found himself begging.

“Anything eh, Slave. That’s a rather rash promise!”

“I mean it my Mistress” he said, really starting to get desperate to worship this amazing woman. His initial fear was still there, but was starting to be overcome by an overpowering urge not to try and resist her but please her. He was learning!

“I’m sure you do, Slave. I just don’t think you’re aware of what “anything” could include!”

So saying she sat down and encircled his head with her long legs, clamping her well toned thighs on either side of his face so that his nose was embedded in the soft, and by now sopping wet, kid leather of her thong. At first he was turned on beyond belief as the scent of her musk filled his senses, but after a few moments he realised he could not breathe. He could not hear either, as his Mistress’s thighs were firmly clamped over his ears and after a while he was sure he would black-out.

He was just thinking “what a way to die”, when Lucy suddenly unwrapped her powerful limbs, and he gasped a huge lungful of air.

“You weren’t worried were you, Slave? I wouldn’t despatch you before you’ve carried out all your tasks, now would I?” his Mistress said teasingly. With that she hit the quick release button on the suspension rope and he collapsed in a heap on the floor. Mistress Lucy removed the cuffs from his ankles and ordered him to stand up, which he did somewhat shakily. She then picked up a collar and lead from the nearby shelf and fastened it securely round his neck.

“On your knees, Slave and come with me.”

His Mistress pulled the lead tight and led him across the floor, like a pet, all the while keeping the lead short so that his face was temptingly close to her heavenly bottom. Once she had reached her favourite chair she sat down, still keeping hold of the lead.

“Now, Slave I want you to grovel at my feet and polish every inch of my sublime boots with your worthless tongue.” commanded his Goddess, tugging sharply on the lead.

At first he hesitated, but after a sharp whack over his tender buttocks he needed no further bidding and, cradling the ultimate symbols of her power reverently in his hands, he bent his head to his task. It was as though he was making love to his Mistress as he kissed, licked and caressed the warm leather encasing his Mistress’s stunning legs. He covered every fragment of her boots with his tongue, both front and back, as his Mistress considerately stood up in order that he could worship the backs too. He was intoxicated with the smell and feel of the leather, which her legs had warmed beautifully to increase the strength of it’s scent, and was soon consumed with worshipping her sumptuous limbs as though his life depended on it.

Mistress Lucy, too, was not unaffected by her slave’s devotion and her already moist pussy was now absolutely soaking wet.

Her slave got more and more aroused, as he wildly took the whole length of her spike heel in his mouth and sucked on it as though it was his Mistress’s cock!

The sight of her slave totally helpless at her feet was the ultimate turn-on, and Mistress Lucy was not a woman to resist her sexuality. She felt her breath coming in short gasps and, as her slave worked, she slipped her finger down the front of her thong and started to work herself into a barely controlled frenzy.

Slave Peter was aware of her excitement and he roused himself to renewed efforts as his Goddess approached orgasm.

“Ahhh” screamed his Mistress as an overwhelming climax engulfed her, like a tidal wave crashing onto a beach. Simultaneously, although he instinctively knew he shouldn’t, he came too and he ejaculated his cream all over her boots.

Gradually Mistress Lucy recovered her composure and looked down at the spattered mess on her beautiful boots.

“I think you’ve just committed the ultimate sin, slave, coming without permission. If you thought your earlier punishment was harsh, just wait and see what I have in store for you when you’ve finished cleaning my boots”

“How shall I clean them, Mistress?” he nervously asked.

“Why, with your tongue of course, slave, how else?” came the reply he dreaded.

He dare not hesitate any more, as his Mistress idly played with her riding crop, and dutifully bent his head to lick off every last trace of the salty come from the shiny black leather of his Mistress’s exquisite leg-wear.His transformation from carpenter to devoted slave had only just begun.

by slave Peter