Top Dom: Miss Suzanna Maxwell

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The English Mansion always invites the world’s top dominas to come over, stay and play! We thought we should salute the very best of them and show you some of their finest moments. So here’s the stunning but cruel Miss Suzanna Maxwell.

Top Dom: Miss Suzanna Maxwell
Miss Maxwell is a beautiful regal domme, sylphlike with long blonde locks and a phenomenal body – akin to Barbie if she were made flesh. Intelligent and eloquent this multi-talented lady inspires worship. Miss Suzanna is a natural born domme, power oozes from her promoting a mixture of awe, fear and instant submission. With many years of experience as a dominatrix and female supremacist she enjoys training men to her exacting standards and turning them into her slaves, demanding their total devotion, obedience and loyalty.

Miss Suzanna Maxwell is a prodom based in Manchester, North UK, she regularly attends femdom parties and often travels. Specialising in seductive sadism, strapon, CBT, CP & chastity play. She is also a model & accomplished producer and you can see her in action on her clips stores or devote yourself to her on her Fan Sites.

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So here’s the divine Miss Suzanna Maxwell in action…

 

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Scene Saints: Saint Marsha P. Johnson

I’m writing a series of articles spotlighting influential figures, whom I’ve dubbed “Scene Saints,” to honor and recognise their vital contributions in laying the foundational building blocks of the kink community.

Saint Marsha P. Johnson  August 24, 1945 – July 6, 1992

Marsha P. Johnson was an African-American gay man, drag artist, gay liberation and *trans-rights activist, who was instrmental in the early **LGBTQ+ movement. At this time, the 1950s-1970s being gay was classified as a mental illness in the United States and homosexual acts were criminalized. Gay people were regularly threatened, beaten by police, and shunned by many in society. Marsha said the “P” stood for “Pay it no mind”, a phrase they used when people commented negatively on their appearance or life choices.

“You never completely have your rights, one person, until you all have your rights.”  Marsha P. Johnson

Marsha P. Johnson was a vibrant and fearless figure in the fight for LGBTQ+ rights, leaving an indelible mark on history as a Black transgender activist. Born on August 24 1945, in Elizabeth, New Jersey. Johnson faced a challenging upbringing marked by poverty and discrimination. After moving to New York City in 1963 with little more than a few dollars, she quickly became a beloved presence in Greenwich Village. Known for her flamboyant style, often seen in colorful outfits, flower crowns, and a wide smile. Johnson embraced her identity unapologetically at a time when being transgender was met with hostility and legal persecution. Her resilience and warmth made her a cornerstone of the queer community, earning her the affectionate title “Saint of Christopher Street.” (Where the Stonewall Inn is located)

Stonewall Uprising
Johnson’s legacy is perhaps most tied to her role in the Stonewall Uprising, a pivotal moment in the modern gay liberation movement. In June 1969, when Marsha was 23 years old, the police raided a gay bar in New York called The Stonewall Inn, forcing over 200 people out of the bar and onto the streets violently beating and abusing them. While accounts differ on her exact involvement. Some say she threw one of the first bricks, others that she arrived later to join the resistance. Marsha was undeniably a fierce advocate in its aftermath and in the following days a key figue in leading a series of protests and riots demanding rights for gay people. The news of these protests spread around the world, inspiring others to join protests and rights groups to fight for equality.

STAR: Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries
Alongside her close friend Sylvia Rivera, Johnson co-founded the Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries (STAR) in 1970, a radical group dedicated to supporting homeless transgender youth and sex workers. STAR provided shelter, food, and a sense of family to those rejected by society, reflecting Johnson’s deep commitment to uplifting the most marginalized. Her activism wasn’t just about protest; it was about building community and offering hope in the face of systemic neglect. Much of Marsha’s life was dedicated to helping others, despite suffering several mental health issues herself and later in life diagnosed H.I.V. positive.

A Great Loss
Despite her impact, Johnson’s life was cut tragically short. On July 6, 1992, her body was found in the Hudson River, and though her death was initially ruled a suicide, many in her community suspected foul play given the violence she and other transgender women of colour often faced. Her passing sparked outrage and renewed calls for justice, though the case remains unresolved. Today, Marsha P. Johnson is celebrated as an icon, with monuments, documentaries, even a state park in Brooklyn named in her honor. Her life reminds us that the fight for equality owes much to those who, like her, dared to live authentically and love fiercely, even when the world pushed back.

**LGBTQ+ stands for Lesbian, gay, bi, trans and queer. The + is an inclusive symbol to mean ‘and others’ to include people of all identities. *During Marsha’s lifetime, the term transgender was not commonly used those who crossdressed, for a variety of different reasons, were grouped together as transvestites. Although an activist for transgender rights, Marsha describer herself as a gay man and drag queen.

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#lovewins pride

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Huzzah: 15 Million Femdom Blog Visitors

Mistress Sidonia’s Femdom Blog Hits
15 Million Visitors

Mistress Sidonia’s Femdom Blog it’s where you go to get your daily dose of Female Domination!

We’re celebrating reaching a fabulous 15 million visits!*
Yes, 15,000,000 dedicated kinksters. That’s currently 82,000 (approx.) views every month of targeted femdom & fetish traffic. Our blog traffic’s now so huge we had to add another zero to our counter! (*Since Aug 2010 when we started our counter.)

So a massive thank you to all our supporters, dedicated members, fellow dommes & pervy friends.

If you’re new here and love fet play & femdom come and take a peek…

The Compendium of Femdom

So What’s This Femdom Blog All About?
Well it focuses on the World of Femdom with posts on:

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♦   Fetish Art, Photography & Comics    ♦   Kinky Music Charts
♦   Specialist BDSM Equipment    ♦   Femdom Fiction

♦   Scene News & Events    ♦   Fetish Fun & Humour
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Orgasm Control: His Body, Your Choice Pt1

Orgasm Control: His Body, Your Choice Pt1

The mainstream has a rather limited understanding of BDSM. Typically conjuring images of gimps on their knees licking thigh boots or PVC-clad women wielding whips. Femdom fetplay is so much more that these passé cliches! It encompasses a huge range of sensual and seductive erotic activities. Fiendish games where it is possible to make a sub suffer and scream in agony without the presence of leather boots or raising a welt!  One of the cruellest areas is Orgasm Control where a sub is kept in a intense state of arousal for an extended period with or without being permitted to orgasm. Thus keeping them in a continued state of heightened sexual anticipatory tension. Orgasm control can take many forms, so let explore a few of them…

Prick Teasing
Prick teasing is not physical, it is phycological, there is no actual touching of the penis. Men naturally react to visual sexual stimulus, so being naked or using your body to be sexually inviting or playing with others in front of them is a perfect way to sexually tease them. This could be a cuckolding scene where they are permitted/made to watch the action but kept in chastity or bondage throughout. This heightens the subs humiliation, submission and frustration, and is exciting for everyone else. Once, I kept a slave in bound in tiny chastity under my bed while enjoying myself 😉 the cruelty of them being there listening but unable to see and kept frustrated was super *hot* for me.

Edging
Edging is where the sub’s cock is stroked until they are almost at the brink or ‘edge’ of their orgasm. This can be by means of a HJ (handjob) from another or from instruction during a JOI (Jerk Off Instruction). The domme then stops the direct stimulation or orders it, waits for his arousal to subside and then begins the process over again, and then again. This can be a Domme exercising her total control over a sub, where the stopping is done for cruelty; or a means to have a more intense climax, where the stopping is to build up for the eventual release.

If I want to be extremely cruel I like to see how many times I can edge a cock before either a ruined orgasm is inevitable, or he loses his erection from the sheer frustration, or just from how sore his cock is becoming…

Mistress Courtney, accomplished prick teaser & keyholder

Blue Balls
The domme always controls when or if the sub orgasms. She may give the sub ‘permission to cum’ or she may ‘deny’ his orgasm entirely and lock him in chastity.  If a sub is edged or teased for a long period and then denied, this is called ‘blue balls’. The slave is left highly aroused and in a frustrated denied state. He learns to ache and suffer for his Mistress. A slave’s balls can also be ‘brewed up’ over a long period of chastity/denial making them ‘heavier & fuller’ and the slave more keen & obedient.

Ruined Orgasms
This is a very cruel kink, during a HJ, you bring the slave to the point where orgasm is inevitable, the point of no return! He IS about to cum. Then abruptly let go of the penis, stopping all stimulation. You must quickly break all physical contact/stimulation of the cock. To properly ‘ruin’ the orgasm this must be done either just half-a-second before the climax, or immediately on the 1st spurt.

This ‘ruins’ the sub’s orgasm entirely, he achieves a physical release but gets no real pleasure or satisfaction from his orgasm. Leaving him unsatisfied and often in a state of emotional and physical frustration. It also prevents the sub from continuing to enjoy being aroused by dissipating all the sexual build up. This often works well if your charge is bound up and cannot touch himself in anyway. Also a good way to shrivel his cock down quickly if you want it back in chastity but without giving him any sexual satisfaction.

I love the whimpers, begging and eventual crying you get after you have taken your hand away, as his seed just dribbles out and his cock twitches in desperation for attention.😉 There are no happy endings when a ruined orgasm is employed.

Coming Soon… Orgasm Control: His Body, Your Choice Pt2
Featuring – Tie & Tease, Lock & Tease, Faux Gelding, Total Denial & 247 Chastity, JOI & Cum Countdowns

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Alpha Domme: Alpha Divine

Alpha Domme: Alpha Divine

Ex-model stunning, Amazonian domina Alpha Divine stands over 6ft in heels. Naturally powerful and commanding with a magnificent, shapely feminine body this lady will bring any slave to his knees ready to suffer at her will. Alpha is an approachable lady but one with a wicked glint in her eye. She’s a sensual sadist and latex fetishist. With a an arsenal of dastardly BDSM toys and an extensive rubber wardrobe. Based in Bedfordshire with her own fully equipped studio Alpha’s Arcadia, she specialises in CP, CBT & NT, Strapon, Anal play & Electrics.

Alpha Divine can also be worshipped & served on-line. Make sure you check out her fan sites or you can watch her in action on her clips stores.

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The Purge: Femdom Fiction

Photo from Compound Interrogation featuring Lady Natalie Black & Mistress Vixen

The Purge

He propped his back against the tree, trying to slow his breathing. He could feel a small relaxation in his shoulders, slowly permeating down to the rest of his body. It was momentary, he knew, but welcome nonetheless for the few seconds he was allowing himself. His breathing adjusted and he took a few deep breaths. A film of sweat enveloped his forehead.

He could hear them moving through the trees, somewhere to the left. He estimated he was still ahead, although he couldn’t discount the possibility of a party ahead of him, lying in ambush.

Around him the last of the forest’s seasonal foliage stood still in the silent dusk of the autumn evening, the cover diminished by the seasonal changes now underway. The forest had that autumnal smell and feel, something which seemed to be accentuated at dusk. At another time he would have basked in a study of the trees and foliage, even in this fading light. But not now. The trees stood like sentinels, seemingly oblivious to the man hunt underway, or the slave hunt as his pursuers had described it.

To think that nearly three hours ago, he had left the office, calling in home for a quick change, before departing to his destination – a secluded estate in the country for what his host had told him would be 24-hours of debauched play. When the invite came a month ago, he hadn’t had to think twice about it. His Mistress told him it was a special event, styled on The Purge, a film he hadn’t seen but whose premise he had easily comprehended. She told him it would be 24-hours of femdom debauchery, in which he could indulge his wanton need to serve her and her Mistress friends in a concentrated space of time and location. He had jumped at the opportunity, greedy to indulge his kinks and peccadillos.

Now, he fleetingly wondered whether it a case of being careful what you wished for. When he arrived at the stately Victorian pile, they had gone through the pleasantries, introducing him to the Mistresses he did not know. He was naturally overawed to be in their midst, and this was mixed with the anticipation of what was to come. He had naively assumed this evening would be just a social, a breaking of the ice before the schedule took off tomorrow. He had the first inkling he was wrong when he saw the khaki outdoor gear they were wearing. Maybe an early evening hike, he had nervously giggled to himself.

He was soon disabused of this notion. As he was ordered to join the assembly line of seven slaves, Mistress Sidonia addressed the gathering, telling them in her familiar haughty tones that an early evening hunt was in the offing and ordering them to strip. They duly did, the surprise not confined to him but evident in the faces and expressions of the others. When naked, the Mistresses had conducted an inspection parade, each slave having to walk the line, strutting his stuff. The verbal humiliation was warming up as each slave came under review, with possibilities being voiced for the uses of each.

Mistress Sidonia once again addressed the slaves.
“Right fuck meat. We told you to bring some outdoor gear and footwear, go fetch it and put it on.”

They did as instructed. Once kitted out, Mistress Vivienne addressed them, informing them amidst her intermittent devilish cackle, that they were going to be hunted in the forest that stood on the estate. With that they produced the paintball markers and the game was afoot.

And now here he was. He knew that at least three others had been caught, the whoops of delight and satisfaction from the Dom Hunters telling its own story. He took a deep breath. He started as a twig snapped behind him. He stood still, afraid to make a move. Gradually he turned and cautiously peered into the growing gloom. Nothing, probably just a bird. In any case it was time to move. He could hear them getting closer, and there was always the possibility one of them was scouting ahead. He wanted to evade them as long as possible, his competitive spirit to the fore.

He moved again, moving as quickly as he could while minimising noise, careful of what was underfoot and trying to keep attuned to the environment around him. Suddenly up ahead he heard a shout and a reply. Obviously, another slave had been caught. Judging by the raucous cries of victorious delight, it was Mistress Vivienne. He made his way as stealthily as he could with the intention of skirting them.

“Down you bitch,” he heard Mistress Vivienne order, “we are going to take our spoils, aren’t we Mistress B.”
Again, he heard their laughter as they set about subduing their prey.

Despite himself he was curious. He knew instinctively this slave was firmly in their clutches and they were plundering him in some fashion. Abandoning his earlier plan to give them a wide berth, he now moved closer, using the holly bushes which dotted this part of the forest as cover. Up ahead, in a clearing, he could see Mistress B. He moved closer until he had a view of what was underway. The slave had been stripped and lay face down on a blanket on the ground. Above him lay Mistress Vivienne, her graceful lines moving rhythmically as she strap on fucked him. He could see that Mistress B was also going to partake, the strap on which adorned her testament to her intentions. The slave grunted and groaned. He knew him, had chatted briefly to him at assembly.

He started again as a branch snapped behind him and was pushed forward as the paintball shot found its mark on his lower back. He grimaced, turning around to face his captors. Mistress C stepped forward.
“Another one bagged,” she intoned in her dulcet tone.

Around him the forest seemed to come alive as two other Mistresses emerged from the shade. Their triumph was palpable. He felt like a cornered animal as they surrounded him and instructed him to fall to his knees. This was primal, he could feel it instinctively.  Stripped to his core, hunted, what was a man. Nothing but an animal, in thrall to the higher sex but still perpetuating the age-old myth of male dominance. At least a few myths were going to be destroyed in the hours to come.

Mistress C leaned over him, grabbing his chin.
“Now you are going to be trussed up for The Purge,” she breathed into his face.

He made to reply, before he could say anything, she spat at him. Her companions giggled, their triumph manifest. “I need to take a pee,” said Mistress C. “Where can I find a suitable spot out her” she mused, looking around.
“Oh wait I know just where…….”

by slave p
Part of The Purge, femdom stories series
featuring Mistress Vivienne

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