Manchester Mistress

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.

Manchester Mistresses escapades as an international travel Mistress

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Your Manchester Mistress has now returned following a fun trip out to the Caribbean to see a most loyal and fun Kinky submissive. My second visit out to the most beautiful Elite location you could ever imagine. The sea is radiant most beautiful and falls from ones eyes from the infinity pool at the house I stay in. My travels here are most fun and of which I must share some of  my escapades.

 

My wonderful submissive always endeavour’s to provide the ultimate comforts for me, Champagne, chocolates and even flowers! He knows how to treat a high class Mistress. Always travelling business class. During my flight I Had some fantastic champagne, great food, followed by a sleep on my bed! Wonderful! The one thing lacking was my slave to pamper my feet or stroke my hair as I relaxed. I had caught the eye of a few potential naughty boys but I remained well behaved although thinking of how they each may pleasure me!!! Or how I could punish them! Decisions decisions!

 

Now this is so funny! On arrival after the wonderful journey I had to go through security! Oh well now that was fun! I had my luggage checked by a very naughty security attendee whom had a very naughty smile on his face. I was armed with a bottle of Vintage Champagne a treat for my Kinky friend and I and a suitcase full of Kinky clothing, yes my favourite Agent Provocateur bondage lingerie, needles, rope and a riding crop! Do not forget the nipple clamps and poppers etc. A real fun case of goodies! A true Dominatrix always packs such fun things! Oh well it was funny he routed right to the bottom of my case and lifted out a riding crop! Hehe! It was funny two ladies I had been speaking with looked and chuckled as I had to explain what I would use this for.

 

Quickly I remarked “Horse riding” “I prefer my own crop!”

 

I do tend to work quick on my feet and suggested as it was my birthday my boyfriend and I would be having a serious party and he chuckled!!! It was hilarious!

 

A Mistresses adventures! Such adventures only seem to happen to me! So funny!

I was met by my Chauffer and transported to the Islands resort, to the villa. Here I was Met by my wonderful and kinky submissive male whom is always a most powerful man, a true alpha male! He gives his self entirely to me, he handed me a glass of Champagne and we watched the sunset over the Ocean. It was our time now. We had catching up to do as I had missed him greatly. My riding crop arose from my case the first thing to be unpacked of course!!!  I loved it as he accepted my control and dominance. I became the true Dominatrix I am and ultimate femme fatale, captivating him in my presence. I paraded around our infinity pool in the moonlight, sessioning in my designer lingerie and high heel Louboutin shoes, making my alpha male submit in awe of his Mistress. He crawled lowly as he should.

 

I am only going to share just part of my adventures and of course one should never tell or speak of all she encounters as this is mine and his to remember, part I can share, part of which I cannot. Maybe you should also plan a vacation, business trip away and invite me to share your deep thoughts and darkest desires with? Let me take you, captivate you, control you. For I am the Elite of Manchester & London Mistresses. I am the ultimate travel companion and so love the tease and control in Mistress seduction. So why waste any more precious time, call me and find out more about why you will fall under my spell. I love extended or travel companion type sessions. It is a great way to live the lifestyle for a small time in your life!

 

Your Mistress Helena

 

www.manchestermistresshelena.co.uk

 

Tel or text me on 07798898993

 

I am not a critical or demanding Mistress making unreasonable demands on E mail applicants only, you can text me and in a courteous manner I shall always reply. Manners cost nothing. I will need to speak with you however before any booking and at times if you do want extended sessions such as travel companionship I do require a deposit. Always inquire and we can discuss such further. I am always friendly and welcome new submissive’s and happy to train new slaves.

 

Remember I expect ultimate worship until we meet! Mistresses loves gifts too just ask how to send such. I do also do tours, look for Mistresses on tour on my site. I also do double Domme with some fine Mistresses.

 

I am available for outcalls to your home or hotel too in Cheshire, Manchester, Leeds, Harrogate, Yorkshire and London. I am an International travel Mistress and as stated I do require business class travel and we can discuss rates further. I do require certain Information for personal safety but will be treated confidentially.

 

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.

Worshipping the Goddess Manchester Mistress Helena

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From the moment that my last appointment is concluded at work all my mind can focus on is Manchester Mistress Helena’s majestic nylons.

She very graciously deigned to leave them behind after our last liaison; and I am very very aware that they are awaiting me at home, caked in stale urine; to such an extent that the feet of the stockings have turned hard and almost crusty.
This arouses me immensely.
I complete the hour-long journey home in under forty minutes, and this is in rush hour traffic.
I am completely ambivalent and oblivious to other road users and potential hazards.
My every thought relates to Mistress’s discarded, soon-to-be-adored black seamed lingerie.
I arrive home and hastily park my car, I put the key in the door and literally charge up my stairs.
I fetch the ever-so-special items from the drawer they are kept in.
I lie on my bed still fully clothed and drape the formerly piss-saturated silk stocking over my nose and mouth. My Mistress Helena had left.
I inhale deeply and simultaneously I begin to make whimpering noises.
For a moment I imagine the treasured items of clothing are adorning the beautiful feet of my Manchester Mistress.
I am reminded of the occasion when I was forced to gag on the heel of my Governess’s perfect black patent stiletto shoes.
Immediately after dislodging the long, thin heel from my windpipe Manchester Mistress Helena commands me to open my mouth even wider.
She elegantly lets spit fall from her gorgeous mouth into my eager willing one waiting beneath her. I am then instructed to kneel upright, as I duly do so my face is slapped several times very hard by my Manchester Mistress. I am rightly derided as “worthless” and “pathetic” as she does so.
I continue to  gratify myself over Manchester Mistresses Helena soiled seamed nylons.
Oh how I yearn to be back in the presence of my Mistress’s stockings and heels. I so want to Worship her again and her beautiful stockings.
Your Pathetic dirty little piss whore

Nectar Deliverance from My Manchester Dominatrix Mistress Helena

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As I was led up my carpeted stairs by my Manchester Mistress Helena I could hear the piss sloshing around in her patent shoes.

She had just shown me her golden flow as she went to the toilet down the stockings into her shoes. It drove me wild.
I was straining on the dog leash round my neck to climb the remaining stairs as quickly as possible. I knew that within seconds I would be down on all fours, head bowed, either sucking the piss from her black seamed nylon stockings, or licking and drinking it from her six inch stiletto heels.
A more beautiful thought I have never had.
I was hoping the piss would still be warm. Cold piss tastes beautiful from my Mistress, but warm piss is so much more erotic.
I am ordered to clean the urine off the soles of her ladyship’s sexy Dominatrix’s shoes.
I enjoy this task more than any other and attack it with relish. I whimper as my tongue first engulfs the warm drops of heavenly nectar. Delicious.
I thank my Mistress over and over for the unbelievable privileged position I find myself.
“Just focus on cleaning the piss off my shoes you nasty little piss whore” she barks at me.
I am in ecstasy.
I make sure I capture every last drop of champagne and tongue them bone dry.
I also chance a few cheeky sniffs of Mistress’s shoes.
I love to inhale the aroma of stale urine mixed with patent leather. She enjoys pushing me further, sniffing her shoes.
Mistress particularly enjoys it when my probing tongue gently caresses her delicate instep; just where the shoe meets the stocking.
I think she likes peering down at me on the floor, grovelling pathetically at her feet weeping to be permitted to worship her piss-soaked feet and shoes.
I am so so lucky.
I cannot wait to see my Mistress Helena, again. Until then she has left me her drenched fine silk stockings that she orders me to sniff and lick when not in her presence.

 

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.

Manchester Mistress Nasty Little piss whores testimonial

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My first memory of my Manchester Mistress was of my mobile phone vibrating in my pocket: I glanced at it semi-nonchalantly thoroughly expecting it to be some benign nonsense from a drunken friend.
I literally could not have been more wrong.
It was from the Manchester Mistress Helena to say that she was waiting at my door.
I ran down the stairs as quickly as I ever have or ever could; the mere thought of the beautiful Mistress having to wait and waste time outside in the cold was not one I cared to entertain.
I opened my front door and stood back as this Elite Manchester Mistress  imperiously swept into my front room.
She looked simply magnificent.
I was lost for words.
Before uttering a word she changed into a pair of gorgeous black patent leather high heeled shoes.
It was nigh on impossible to hide the look that appeared on my face of sheer devotion, absolute desire and complete dedication to my Manchester Mistress’s heavenly stilettos.
“Get down on your knees whilst you are in the presence of my high heels” she commanded.
I duly and instantly fell to the floor, a pathetic mess quivering humbly near to this Manchester Mistress’s perfect feet.
“Now I know you want more than anything in the world to lick my high heels clean but do you think you deserve to?”
I mumbled incoherently that I could never deserve such an honour but Mistress spoke over me and gave instructions to say over and over to her shoes ‘I love your shoes. I need your shoes. I adore your shoes. I worship your shoes. I exist for your shoes. I live for your shoes.’
All of this was true and more besides.
I spent a significant part of my life thinking about my Mistress’s footwear.
As I wait expectantly on all fours at my Mistress’s feet I am momentarily conflicted as of which task to perform first.
Do I suck the hot piss from my Mistress’s beautiful nylon stockings first or do I lick the globules of fresh urine off of her ladyship’s high heeled shoes first?
I very much want to do both, obviously.
I derive enormous pleasure from both activities.
On occasion Manchester Mistress Helena’s shoes have actually become overflown with warm, wet champagne.
I adore it when this happens as it presents me with the opportunity to really gulp it down.
I never waste any.
It has the most beautiful taste imaginable.
A particular high point during our evening together was when Manchester Mistress Helena filled one of her shoes with fresh champagne and held it to my willing and eager mouth; she said she was going to ‘feed me’.
I drank it all down as fast as I could.
As soon as I arrive home from work all I can think about doing is lying on my bed and draping Mistress Helena’s piss soiled pantyhose across my face inhaling the aroma of stale piss and touching myself as I say over and over ‘I love to sniff my Mistress’s urine soaked nylons’.
I await intently to worship my Mistress Helena and until then I continue to sniff and worship Mistresses stockings!
Manchester Mistress Helena’s nasty little piss whore  x
www.manchestermistresshelena.co.uk
Manchester Mistress Finest Dominatrix and Humiliatrix

Manchester Mistresses, sissy slut maids and a Photo Shoot!

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Manchester Mistress Helena and her sissy slut maid at her Elite Manchester Dungeon. A true Dominatrix. One of the best Manchester Mistresses

Manchester Mistress Helena and her sissy slut maid at her Elite Manchester Dungeon. A true Dominatrix. One of the best Manchester Mistresses

Oh what a fantastic fun Photo Shoot I had at my Manchester Dungeon! SUCH FUN! As you see I was in full awe by my sissy slut maid! The little slut attended to my needs and modelled for my Photo Session by Steve Satin, Manchester’s fantastic Fetish Photographer.

Mistresses do love a good slave in servitude! I certainly ensured my every need was met and made the bitch crawl around me while I spanked the slut on its aching knees! Remember this that Mistress has every reason to correct such a bad sissy slut! I loved slapping the sluts face when my sissy bitch knelt below me! Oh I can be so cruel however yet so sensual! My sissy slut gained a rather hot red bottom though and rather rosy cheeks!

Well I decided to wear my new Agent Provocateur Corsetry and fish net vintage tan stockings. My corset skirt from AP went well if I do say so myself! my spiky stiletto heels graced my feet, I know my foot worship fans do love these shoes!

So if you want to become one of my slaves call me to arrange a session and maybe just maybe you too will be in my photos with me serving your fine Manchester Mistress.

Enjoy the photo’s for your imagination enjoy Bitch!!!

Tel me on 07798898993 Now to book your session!

Mistress Helena x

 

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