Manchester

Drinking Champagne from my Manchester Dominatrix shoes

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To say that things are tight would be an understatement.
However when Manchester Dominatrix Mistress Helena text messaged me saying “I hope to see you soon” things begin to take on a very different perspective.
All of a sudden the various bills I have outstanding seem less urgent.
I can push the rent back if needs must.
And needs must.
Manchester Mistress Helena has agreed in principle to visit me wearing black shiny, glossy seamed nylons, she did not specify if they were stockings or pantyhose, although either would be just fine. For when she graces me with her stunning presence that’s all that matters.
My fine Manchester Dominatrix will wear her black patent high heeled shoes, red painted fingernails, red lipstick and, most importantly, to my great delight, she has promised to urinate into her shoes and into my face. A true delight.
As I digest this information I realize how singularly unimportant paying my rent really is. This Manchester Dominatrix is addictive to say the least. I am now an hooked to her. I wonder if I need Rehab.
At this moment I could honestly not care less if I am rendered homeless; Mistress’ hosiery and shoes are all that matter.
The moment my Dominatrix arrives she orders me to the floor; this is perfectly reasonable as she is a perfect goddess whilst I, on the other hand, am a worthless, pathetic, piece of shit, put on this earth to worship my Manchester Dominatrix Mistress Helena.
She graciously permits me to sniff the arch of her stockinged foot, allowing her black stiletto shoe to gently dangle slightly beneath her nylon-clad heel.
“Can you smell the piss in my shoes from our last encounter? I filled these full of piss and made you gulp it all down last time we met”
Of course I remember, how could I forget?
I do not answer though, I am completely overcome with a sensation I have not felt before. It is more than desire, more profound than passion. I realize I am utterly overwhelmed and totally powerless against the hold, the power, that these stiletto heels have over me.
I am commanded to sniff them, to stroke them, to kiss them, to lick them.
I deep-throat the full heel, clean them with my tongue as instructed to by my Mistress, and also lick the sole spotless.
Intermittently Manchester Dominatrix Mistress Helena spits into my face and mouth.
Each time I thank her sincerely.
I think I am undeserving of her spit, let alone her gorgeous nectar.
After a couple of hours grovelling at Mistress’ feet I am led downstairs to be pissed on.
I am ordered to beg to be pissed upon.
I do as I am told.
I plead to be allowed to lick urine from my Mistress’ high heeled shoes.
I watch in awe as it cascades down her seamed nylons and into her black patent shoes.
Her shoes soon fill up and it begins to overflow onto the floor.
She removes her stockinged toes from the front of the shoe, they are drenched in still-warm piss, she offers them to my mouth, I eagerly accept.
I suck all the magnificent moisture from them.
The taste is indescribable.
She pokes her toes back inside the still-flooded-in-piss shoe.
After soaking them once again in gallons of adorable urine they are shoved into my waiting mouth again.
I do not complain.
Far from it.
This is repeated several times until Mistress’ shoes are liquid-free.
What an honour.
As a final treat my Manchester Dominatrix leaves me with one of her champagne-soaked nylons.
Not a day goes by that I do not spend at least an hour with this oh-so-special garment.
It is my most treasured item in the world.

Coming to terms with caning from my Manchester Mistress

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I have sessioned with my Manchester Mistress many many times and I was always reluctant to take a caning, in spite of Mistress Helena’s frequent, indeed insistent, urging.

Pain has never much appealed to me.
I always sought pleasure in my beautiful Mistress’s hypnotic nylons and delicious shoes.
But on this occasion my Manchester Mistress was even more persuasive than previously.
Before I knew it I was bent over my own couch, naked as the day I was born, completely submitting to the whim of the Manchester Mistress Helena.
“Take it like the BITCH that you are” she commanded.
I was in no position to argue!!
She began fairly gently, but made me thank her after each stroke.
Then, in addition, she made me count each lash.
I noticed they began to get harder. And harder.
My threshold of pain is not particularly high and fairly soon I began whimpering.
It was not long before I was standing up after each stroke, clutching my ass in agony, and grimacing in acute pain.
This merely amused Mistress.
I was hoping my actions would evoke in her a modicum of sympathy.
That was a forlorn hope at best.
I did not detect any pity, empathy or regard for my suffering.
Quite the contrary; it encouraged my Mistress to increase her efforts.
She patronizingly stroked my face and said I was ready for more.
Before I could agree or disagree I was over her knee once again, pleading for Mistress Helena to lessen up on me.
Not surprisingly this fell on deaf ears and the intensity increased exponentially.
I was crying out after each stroke, to the point of pleading and begging my Manchester Mistress to let up.
What a complete waste of time!
Mistress Helena made me realize that I had to accept my punishment, that I deserved it, that it pleased Mistress, and, really, that is all that matters.
My feelings are really secondary to those of my Mistress.
I understand and accept this now.

Meeting one of the finest Manchester Mistresses Mistress Helena

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Meeting Mistress Helena
or
… be careful what you wish for 
Mistress Helena, when we first met was just behind a secure steel door in a warm clean and safe environment. She is a tall very slim woman … not a pretty girl … rather a strikingly beautiful woman. Blond, taller than my five foot-nine when in her heels … fragrant, well spoken and wonderfully shapely.
She was very generous to me with her time, both before and after our ‘quality-time’ together, and she managed to work out despite my breathless nervousness and babbling conversation almost exactly what I needed. I really do hope that she enjoyed what followed … I certainly did.
She must have heard me say at some point I wanted my orgasm delayed “as long as possible” because it took ages and ages. I’ve tried since then reproducing the sensations Mistress Helena caused me at the time, remembering this fine Dominatrix and looking at her image which is stored on my phone.
Using a mixture of implements Mistress associated my discomfort with her eroticism and sexuality to the point where the pain was so dissolved in my sexual excitement that the introduction of needles and cord in and around my nipples and genitals simply increased my enjoyment, which was just what I wanted.
I admit at the start mentioning “caning and penis” in the same sentence … and I had already offered Mistress a present as a reward for breaking one cane on my bottom, and I possibly did say “severe” at some point too … so it’s understandable why my penis is now covered in red welts, well … on the parts that aren’t bruised black and swollen.
At the time Mistress stopped me, she was being lavish with her rewards and I was euphoric … I could still just smell her on my skin the following morning. Which is probably why I went to sleep with an erection that night, and woke up with one the following morning. In fact I seem to be getting an erection every time I think about her and I’m thinking about her each time my nipples brush against the inside of my shirt.
All things considered I’m delighted to have found one of the most Elite British Mistresses in the North, Mistress Helena, and really looking forward to being with her again. It was, in a real sense, as sensational as Mistress Helena is captivating. Now I must do some lingerie shopping for Mistress’s reward … (I know, a dirty job but somebody has to do it) … 

Manchester Mistress Helena and her patent stileto shoes

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Every single night without fail I awaken sweating and aroused around 4am.

It is the same dream each and every time; I am lay on my back, naked and helpless, my gaping mouth is wide open and my eyes are equally expectant.
Above me is Mistress Helena.
My Manchester Mistress is wringing out her piss-sodden pantyhose into my face and mouth.
As she does so I am asked over and over if I am deserving of such an honour; of course I am not and never could be.
There is simply nothing I could ever do in my worthless and useless life that could warrant a treat as magnificent and special as having Mistress rinse the urine out of her tights all over my grateful face.
Mistress Helena then asks of me “Tell me just how important my high heeled shoes are to your life”.
She knows full well just how frustrated I become upon being asked this.
If I lived forever I could never do her query justice.
I attempt an answer by telling her that her heels are always on my mind.
That I think about them every single day without fail.
That I would do anything to be near to them.
That I need her shoes.
A very unimpressed Dominatrix, the fine Mistress Helena interrupts my pleading and sternly asserts “If you truly adored my high heels you would not mind crying over them”.
I begin to sob over Mistress’s beautiful patent stiletto shoes, and as a reward, possibly, she stuffs the damp hosiery into my willing mouth.
To cap it all off she spits into my face and instructs me to
“savour the flavour of moist champagne in my lingerie”.
I do as I am bid and all I can hear is Mistress Helena disparagingly referring to me as her “nasty little piss whore”.
That I am. And proud of it.

Manchester Mistress new slave in training his Testimonial

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From the moment I met Manchester Mistress Helena I knew I had found the place I most desired to be. For well over half of my life I have dreamed of serving beautiful goddesses  with long blonde hair. I can still vividly remember my first kinky dream as a small boy, I would dream of beautiful slim blonde haired women floating down from the heavens above. These angelic women were always dressed in either amazingly bright turquoise or pink bikinis sporting matching boots. It took me many years after those first tentative dreams of BDSM before I became consciously aware that I desired to serve dominant women. After visiting several Mistresses I have learned that I am certainly not turned on by pain or to be perfectly honest many of the activities associated with the scene. However upon coming into contact with Mistress Helena all of my desires and dreams suddenly seemed to count for nothing, my only desire was to see this truly divine Goddess smile and laugh. I wanted to take pain if she desired I should receive it, I wanted to obey her every command and make her happy, I wanted and needed to be useful to her.

Arriving by public transport the dungeon was really easy to find and Mistress was most helpful in guiding me right to her front door. I was extremely nervous as I always am upon visiting a Mistress but Mistress Helena is definitely different to Mistresses I have previously visited and I am ashamed to admit that I just cannot quite place my finger on what the essential difference is. She is without doubt easily the most beautiful woman I have served, I ve never allowed myself to visit a blonde haired Mistress before partly through a fear of being completely and utterly enslaved by my ultimate fantasy woman and partly through a fear of the experience not living up to my imagination. I needn’t have had any such fears as Mistress Helena was so much more then my imagination could have ever dreamt of and I am quite certain that her imagination is also superior. Maybe the difference between her and other Mistresses is the combination of that most majestic and beautiful aura which she possesses and her intelligence which is so satisfyingly anchored by an integral understanding that she was born to rule over all manner of men.

 

My session began with a friendly chat over a nice cup of tea whilst I tried to collect myself, during the course of our conversation Mistress would occasionally and only momentarily place a comforting hand onto my knee. After kindly showing me around the dungeon it was time for the real fun to begin. Mistress ordered me to strip naked and I readily assumed the kneeling position to pay my respects. Every little moment with Mistress Helena is littered with little enjoyable and perfectly judged comments/observations or just her unique thoughts on all types of subjects. As I was stripping naked under her attentive watch, she playfully shared her love of seeing men naked in front of her and shared her opinion that all men should have to be naked at all times….I never dared to enquire further as to the details of how that would work in actual reality (in harsh weather conditions etc…) but I filled in the details myself by imaging conditions and clauses which prevented men being left open to the elements – maybe us men would have to strip immediately upon entering any premises? Maybe we would all have to be naked even outside on warm sunny days etc….now I digress, though down a pre-laid path laid out by this most stunning and Intelligent of Goddesses.

 

Moving on to worship her shoes, legs and feet felt great, I was actually kissing Mistresses perfectly toned calf’s!! After this delightful activity I was handcuffed onto a cross where my balls were tied and teased and I was face slapped into submission. I ve never enjoyed pain and doubt I ever will but I can appreciate that it’s a necessary tool in a Mistresses armour. I was shocked at the strength of her first slap as my cheek flushed bright red and as more blows quickly followed I stood and contemplated that I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of the woman who was quickly becoming my Mistress, my Goddess and no doubt eventually my owner.  Mistress then instructed me to lie down and be strapped onto a box where she decided I needed a caning. By this point I was putty in her hands and after she finished giving me twenty painful strokes with the cane, she hinted that she would have liked to have given me another six for good measure. It is a true testament to her power of control and skill in domination that I managed to pluck up the courage to volunteer my arse for more punishment by asking with a “please Mistress” for the six extra strokes that she was keen to deliver.

 

So with a sore arse I was ordered to crawl over to a pre-designated section of the floor and lie on my back. I had half expected this humiliation as during our discussion prior to the commencement of the session we had discussed golden showers. But when Mistress slipped off her panties and dangled them in front of my nose to eagerly sniff I was enraptured beyond belief! I later dreamed that night that I was destined to be sniffing and worshipping Mistress Helena’s worn pants forevermore….what a dream that was but that is a whole new story. Mistress then skilfully entered my mind and made me beg for her golden champagne and how I begged to drink it all, I hardly spilled a drop and eagerly swallowed the warm golden nectar whilst Mistress occasionally added her spit into the mix for good measure. Now this is an activity that I have tried a few times before and whilst I have always loved the experience I can never say that I have enjoyed the taste however at times during drinking Mistress Helena’s golden champagne, I actually enjoyed the taste. It could be that this was a defining moment in my relationship with BDSM, the moment that human waste no longer tasted like human waste but like a delicious and exotic fruit juice. The experience of the constantly changing taste in my mouth from bitter to sweet was one that I will never forget. Mistress then laughed and smiled as she ordered me to wank myself to ejaculation whilst lying there soaking wet from her delicious golden champagne.

 

After showering and upon immediately re-emerging back into the dull streets that constitutes the grey reality of ‘normal’ life I could not think of anything other than seeing this most hypnotic and beautiful of Mistresses again. Contemplating the session that I had just been lucky enough to experience I could not help but think of her golden champagne that was being digested in my body and it was this thought that gave me a truly satisfying smile during my journey home.

 

Anyone who visits this Mistress is in for a truly special experience and one that they will never forget. Thank you so very much Mistress Helena for an experience that I will always cherish.  I await my next visit to this fine Dominatrix.