Bondage and Bootlovers

Oct 30, 2012

 Today I’ve felt like the preverbal ‘blue arsed fly’ with all the things I’ve achieved today. The start of the day had me heading into town to get a few supplies ready for a busy day at Hanwell Manor. Despite being female, it cannot be said that shopping is indeed my forte that is unless it looking for hours on end at fetish related gear. Racing round the shops at full pace meant pretty much no time to check out what I was actually buying and therefore picked up a few wrong bits. However the day was off to a pretty good start and it just got better and better.

Preparing for a photo shoot always takes a bit of time but today that is something that was in short supply as my first session was soon upon me. My sub in question started his session across my knee, a good way to get him into the correct mindset for what I had in store. This, like many of my stable always gets asked if there are any fetish requests that he has in mind, a ritual I always observe but in subbies case, one whose results I quickly ignore and do my own thing anyway. Bottom smacked, rectum probed and cock stiffening by the seconds that passed my devious mind worked on what was in store next. Id placed the slave over my knee in the medical room, today was his lucky lucky day as I wanted to test his resolve with my new milking machine.

To set the scene, strapped with arms in binders, legs tied tight my slave knew he was for it when all the suction nipple electrics started to pump. Couple this with the ongoing suction of having his cock wanked into a frenzy and electrified was almost too much for him to bare. However, careful adjustments mean his needs were under MY control and that’s how it would stay. After a period of teasing, I decided it was time for a change. I fitted my slave with some plug pants and off we trotted upstairs to the main room. I pulled out a bondage stool for my sub to sit on (what a kind mistress I am) to make sure he was deeply entered. A straight jacket was applied and then fixed to the overhead beam (it wouldn’t do for a slave to have the ability to move now would it).

I watched my slave squirm and moan as the electrics were applied before I encouraged a powerful climax with the aid of my wand. Broken and battered, my elated slave was sent on his way. So, rest time you might think but not for yours truly. Id arranged a photo shoot with David from Bootlovers.com, after all I am known for my serious boot collection and it was 2007 when I last did a piece with him so donning my super high boots and tight black and red rubber was ready to rock and roll. Id arranged for one of my owned slaves to be in attendance to add a bit of spice to the mix. David tells me the video and pics will be up in December so keep an eye on my member’s site for a duel release of that one. Thanks David, always a pleasure, never a chore.

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