Confessions of a Lady Boss ~ Femdom Comic Strip

The English Mansion presents: A Femdom Comic Strip
Confessions of a Lady Boss
featuring the divine Mistress T as a very demanding domme boss.

Photos taken from the film Cunnilingus Duties with Mistress T.

And you can watch stunning Mistress T in action in both
Cunnilingus Duties & the newly upgraded Office Bitch Boy
now showing inside The English Mansion


Visit Mistress T’s personal website here – highly recommended

& More Info Here

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Slave Slut Roulette: Femdom Fiction

Photo from the film: The Mansion’s Femdom Summer Party Pt6: Bi Boys ~ with the stunning Mistress Nikki Whiplash & Fetish Nikki

Slave Slut Roulette: Femdom Fiction

The instruction to attend had come mid-morning.

George had settled into the dreary ennui of the monthly meeting when the vibration of his phone jolted him. Taking a surreptitious peek he saw the now familiar message – “Your service is required this evening. Attend. Mistress.”

Now pulling into the driveway he reflected that the rest of his day had been taken up with thoughts and anticipation as to what might await him. His enslavement had been quick and brutal, much to the seeming delight of the Mistress and her friends. He knew he was very much a muse for them, and they were taking great glee and satisfaction in ‘training him up.’

At the front door he was admitted by Blaise, the crossdressing maid, who had attended on the previous occasion. He nodded respectfully at her, all too aware of the possibility that he might have to interact with her in some fashion later in the evening.

“Come, they are waiting,” she said.

Blaise admitted him to the sitting room. George’s heart fluttered. In front of him on the couch sat Mistress and two other ladies he hadn’t met before. One was similarly blonde and festooned with tattoos, whilst the other was a very fetching brunette. Behind them stood two muscular hooded gimps.

George stared transfixed at them, unable to avert his eyes from their cleavage, whilst cognisant of their piercing, all encompassing stares. Mistress rose to meet him.

“Georgina, it’s good to see you bitch,” she intoned. She introduced him to her companions.

He immediately fell to his knees in the agreed greeting and acknowledgment.

“We have a new game for you this evening bitch. Let me introduce you to my friends and other slaves.”

The introductions over, she ordered him to rise and strip. He unbuttoned his shirt and pants under their watchful gaze. From the corner of his eye, he could see a sly smile on the face of one of the hooded slaves in the rear. Naked he stood before them, in that moment when his fate for the evening would be decided. Would he be asked to dress in sissy clothes or beaten.

Mistress stood forward. “We have a new little game this evening, Georgina, our version of a very old one, so we can’t exactly claim originality, but interesting all the same.”

On this cue the slaves left the room and returned a minute later carrying a table on which was perched a roulette wheel. They placed it to the side.

“Take a look at our wheel, Georgina,” Mistress instructed. He stepped forward and looked into the pit of the wheel.

It was a typical roulette wheel with one distinctive difference. Instead of numerals, there were symbols, and they were all of sexual acts. The awareness of what the evening was to bring now dawned on him, as he heard the giggles of the Doms behind him.

“Well, shall we make a start,” said Mistress. “It’s one spin per Mistress, Georgina. The winning Mistress of reach round has to prep you and take you through the act.

“Mistress V, perhaps you would like to take the first spin.”

The blonde Mistress stepped forward, as the rest gathered around the wheel. There was no grid, George noticed, so it was a different kind of game. Mistress V placed her hand on the middle component.

“I’m betting on a good caning,” she said, to the laughs of the others.

Mistress indicated her choice was ‘encouraged’ bi cocksucking, while the red headed Mistress B said her bet was sissification. She spun. The ball spun around the vector, gradually slowing. George held his breath, as the ball settled first on a symbol resembling a nipple, until it moved slightly and alighted on two stick figures, one of which was kneeling in front of the other. It was more than apparent what this was. Mistress laughed, as the winning of this bet clearly was hers.

“Slave J step forward. Georgina, get on your knees.”

George knelt down as the hulking frame of the harnessed Slave J loomed in front of him. The slave’s physical prowess was apparent, and this was exacerbated by his obvious excitement as Mistress unveiled his cock.

“Start worshipping it you fucking bitch,” said Mistress. “I’m going to enjoy the fruits of this gamble.

She manoeuvred George’s mouth to Slave J’s balls and he started licking them, his tongue traversing them and the bind, the taste initially jarring. Slave J’s cock stiffened. Mistress ordered him to lick the shaft. His tongue lolled up the thick shaft, circling the head in anticipation. She then told him to kiss the head and peep hole, the prelude to taking it in his mouth.

“Let’s see how your sucking technique is coming along, shall we.”

George swept his tongue around the head in one final circle before taking it in his mouth. Initially he just took the head, before Mistress ordered him to deep throat and gag on it. Establishing a rhythm, he sucked until the slave was on the verge of coming. She pulled his head off as his cock erupted in a volcano of semen over George’s face.

“Not too bad for an evening’s gamble,” said Mistress. “Now shall we spin the wheel again?”

by slave p

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Dominatrix Fail

“Pride comes before a fall”

Dominatrix Fail
In an attempt to inject a little spice into my slave’s chastity schedule I decided to let it fall in the lap of the gods. I’d choose a sports event and the outcome would determine if he would earn a release. With my natural dominant mean streak I had no plans of letting ‘chance’ take control. Safe bets only. Wimbledon was coming up. A week with matches everyday. Perfect. I’d back Djokovic every day. This was my first big mistake and demonstrates both my interest and knowledge of sports. (He wasn’t playing everyday!) OK, I’ll just go to a betting site and check the odds, they never like to lose.

I also deemed to play with my slave over Twitter and let any other interested parties join in. It would be an easy way to both deny and publicly humiliate him.  But Mr Chance had other plans and is a good reason why you should never gamble! After an initial win on day 1, everyday after that I chose the loser! Everyday! A total #Dominatrix Fail
Let’s have a recap of what happened…

Twitter DAY 1 ~ Hashtag #MansionBalls
Anyone for Tennis? We’re up for some ball play here at The Mansion. With a creative Orgasm Control Game of Chance. So will the ball be in or out!
This week one of my personal slaves (P) is having his orgasms controlled by the events unfolding at Wimbledon.

He may touch himself on Sun 9th: If Bublik BEATS Rublev
Yes his balls are literally hanging in the balance of these matches. It adds a little frisson to the tournament. Plus if he does get to jerk he must cum over some strawberries and then eat them. Just to observe the spirit of the occasion! 
So, feel free to play along but you must adherer to the match results everyday up until the Championship Final next Sunday.
I’ll put up my gamble match every day.

Twitter Comments

~ “Wow this is making the live tennis so much more exciting… are the girls rooting for Rublev and the boys Bublik?”
~ “Game set and match. Looks like your slave is out of luck. So close.”
~ “Love the scenario!”
~ “What a thrilling end of the match.”
~ “Great idea for a game Mistress. I’m in and I solemnly promise to obey the rules of your game.”
~ 😂 ” That’s a badminton 🏸racket”
~ “Rublev won – so no ball play today boys!”  SVB #MansionBalls
~ “So close I thought Rublev might make a cumback 😜”

Twitter DAY 2
So our Day 1 match was close, way to close for my comfort, Rublev (only just) won! Day 2 – Mon 10th: If Eubanks BEATS Tsitsipas
Twitter Comments
~ “I love the creativity that has, does and I’m sure always will come from the Mansion.”

~ “This is a wonderful idea.”
~ “Mistress, did you know that’s a badminton racket?”

~ “Good timing I think I need to play with other balls”
~ “This is AMAZING!!! What a great game!”
~ “New balls please!”
~ “Change of racket maybe😙 (photo of an electric fly swat bat)”
~ “Wow! Amazing Tennis Outfit. Mistress Nikki Whiplash will be the Winner of Wimbledon women’s Tournament 2023 !!!”
~ “Loving the tennis related forfeits Mistress”🔥🎾

OH NO! A massive unexpected upset at Wimbledon! Eubank wins! It’s going to be strawberries & cream tonight. Who knew tennis could be so exciting… & disappointing.
~ “These ‘unseeded’ players 😙

Twitter Day 3
OK so that was an upset yesterday ! But the game continues… Today’s balls gamble, the women are up, Tue 11th: If Svitolina beats Swiatek

OMG Svitolina won – well it just shows what a total game of chance I’m playing with my slave’s balls. He’s such a lucky boy – another dose of strawberries and cream tonight. And anyone playing along you have permission to play with those balls tonight 🙂

Consoling myself that my slave is getting some intense cum eating training – all the better to put him to work later 🙂

Twitter Day 4
Well another upset yesterday! And another release for my sub – what a lucky boy. Can’t believe he received a ‘second serve’ of cream.
Wed 12th: If Alcaraz BEATS Rune
Twitter Comments
~”I think this is going to be a safe bet 😈 I feel on safer ground today.” MSVB #MansionBalls
~ “I’m hoping Alcaraz will cum good”
~ “Mistress Nikki’s holding a badminton racket?”
~  “Alcaraz will win Mistress”

~ “It does not look good for you Mistress”
~ “Alcaraz won the match Mistress you have to pick who is playing better tennis at that specific tournament only then will it work in your advantage Mistress”
~ “Oh dear have I got it wrong again 😳 ” MSVB #MansionBalls
~ “Wow Mistress, my winning/wanking streak continues”

~ “That’s gone well so far” 😉

Yep, Alcaraz won. You can see a pattern was emerging here. My game was not going to plan – in fact this chastity game needed to go over my knee for a damn good spanking! Let’s skip forward. It continued in the same vein.

And yes pedant trolls, I know it’s badminton racket! Someone kindly send me this photoshopped version to keep them happy 😉  Photo of the gorgeous Mistress Nikki Whiplash

Twitter Day 7
OK so this is not going well for Mistress! Even more cream for the boy.
Sat 15th: If Vondroušová BEATS Jabeur
Twitter Comments
~ ” Another upset for you Mistress!”

~ “Femdom having a real shocker in this particular series”
~ “I knew I should have used the cricket!” MSVB #MansionBalls
~ “My sub’s Wankbledon continues unabated….. Oh dear. I’m consoling myself that he’s getting some intense cum eating training – all the better to put him to work later 🙂 ” MSVB #MansionBalls

Vondroušová won.
“You Cannot Be Serious!” I’m channelling a young McEnroe here. Another match lost. I had, however, a master plan to win back all my game cred. Djokovic is in the final he’s won it loads of times before. I was on a safe ride here and would balance the scales back into my favour, “Mwahahaha!”

Twitter Day 8 – The Championship Final
After my run of upsets, thwarting my evil plans I’ve decided the Men’s final will be an “all or nothing”  accumulator…
Or as my slave just put it “a famine or feast, Mistress”.
So, Sun 16th: If Alcaraz BEATS Djokovic it’s a free-for-all wankathon, jerk as much as you like
but if Djokovic WINS it’s a total  4 week/28 day wank ban/ chastity period.
NO ifs & NO buts!
No touching, nothing, nada! My cock, my rules.
Twitter Comments
~ “Can’t see Djokovic getting beaten at all this tournament, what a tennis great!
~ “Safe bet there Mistress Sidonia”
~ “It really isn’t your week Mistress”
~ “It must be one of the few times you haven’t wanted to see a man beaten.”
~ “I don’t think you’re very good at tennis Mistress”
~ “Off to have a celebratory wank”

Epic Fail
The fail became epic when Djokovic, seven title winner at the All England club and world no #1 ranked champion – let me down and lost. He’s in my punishment book.
My slave was given one day of glee, and then throwing all my toys out of the pram, I put him on a cock ban anyway. A very long ban. Dominatrixes, unlike sport, don’t have to play fair.
😈

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The Initiate At Circus Maximus #1

Mistress Sidonia at Circus Maximus: Fangtasia Oct 2023 ~Photo by Fetish Filming

Circus Maximus hosted by Miss Vivienne l’Amour runs alternative, themed events for fetish players and swingers. Kink play (RACK) is encouraged at their friendly, party atmosphere nights. See Here & Here

An Initiate To Circus Maximus #1

Mistress Sidonia’s collared slave’s real experience as a first-time attendee at Circus Maximus: Sodom & Gomorrah in Aug 2023 hosted by Mistress Vivienne l’Amour.

I

Casting about like a lost sheep in the outer darkness, in the middle of a mechanic’s yard, I could hear music pulsating close, yet the whereabouts of Circus Maximus seemed strangely elusive, like a promised mythic land just over the horizon, yet forever out of reach.

The urban landscape of the yard created a brief sense of displacement and disorientation, and the earlier sense of anticipation was briefly muted, as I tried to ascertain the source of the music. Mistress’ directions had indicated a far corner entry point, and I realised I was in the wrong yard as I sought this corner. Exiting the yard and walking back down the road two figures emerged silently from the gloom like spectres from Hades. Fishermen, I thought, and not likely partygoers, so I continued into the next yard.

Again, the industrial feel of the yard seemed uninviting and disorientating. Undeterred, however, I made for the far-right corner and there it was – a portal to another dimension. I couldn’t quite believe I had reached this point, the glow emanating from the door enveloped me, the anticipation of what lay beyond was simply intoxicating.

I had to wait briefly whilst other people were admitted and then I was in. I had stepped over the threshold to another dimension, a Shangri-la of colour, kink, decadence, filth and exotica. I was both excited, apprehensive and yet entirely comfortable. The visceral assault on my senses was immediate, heightened by the hot tub on my right and the first glimpses ahead of the club and its utterly alluring denizens.

I knew instinctively that I had affirmed something to myself – I had wanted to be a whore, a bitch and a slut, and entering Circus Maximus was a foundational step in cementing my status, if only even to myself.

As per Mistress’ instructions, my immediate goal was to seek her out and there she was. Coming into the orbit of her presence was a surreal moment and, in my awe, I omitted the customary act of dropping to my knees in recognition of her dominion.

She quickly took me in hand, directing me to the cloakroom. There I stripped under her supervision, gladly and enthusiastically discarding my vanilla façade and embracing what I knew was my true self. This was crystallising to me in a way it had never previously. I was finally in the milieu of kindred spirits and in an arena in which the instincts which I had always had from a young age had finally found their natural outlet.

In my earlier years, I had sometimes felt like a bit of a freak, a feeling fed by my deviations from the ‘normal conventions’ of a seemingly straight-laced societal environment. As a much wider world presented itself, that feeling had become diluted until it had largely disappeared, despite the occasional tinge of guilt.

And even this guilt I had learned to use to enhance the richness and pleasure of my perversity. Now, as I entered the embrace of Circus Maximus, and as Mistress took me in her charge, I knew how fortunate I was to be finally in a promised land of which I had long dreamed………

II

Mistress Sidonia stood before me, her powerful, dominant and charismatic aura now made flesh. The heat was somewhat oppressive, and I was conscious of the fact I was sweating because of it and probably also with the excitement of entering the club and getting kitted out. The sense of anticipation was high. I had got a brief glimpse of the club upon entry and now I was going to enter its exotic chambers.

A brief detour to the bar took place before Mistress guided me into what I regarded as the main hall. I recognised some of the faces such as Mistress V and I meet a gladiatorial looking DD. My mind tried to process all I was seeing. It was like a child entering a sweet shop. Complete sensory overload – a visual and psychological experience, quite unlike any other. What also struck me was the relaxed atmosphere and the friendliness and easy-going nature of the attendees I was encountering.

Mistress guided me upstairs. I picked my steps carefully, finding my feet as it were in the boots. I felt like a slut and it was satisfying. The corset, the boots and skirt and the wings were working well I thought, and it may even have added to a little strut in my walk. Earlier I had feared that I had not prepped enough as regards my outfit, but now at least I was satisfied that it was working.

I recognised the second level from the luscious movies I had viewed. It was here that Mistress leashed me. The attachment of the collar was a seminal moment – sealing as it were, in my view, my standing as a putative slave and slut, ready to be led and used in whatever fashion she ordained.

Mistress pulled the lead and I yielded, following her again. From my own perspective the act of being leashed and led on a lead really reduced me in a visceral sense to that of being her property – a slave ready to serve and to be used on her whim. I was no longer the master of my own destiny but had given myself over to a powerful dominant woman who decided my every physical movement and who would hopefully break me down and rebuild and remould me as she wished.

We gathered for the slave auction – something Mistress had kindly considered me for, but which in my novitiate state I felt I might not just be ready yet. As the auction wore on and my confidence gradually increased, I felt I could have done it. In hindsight it was just a matter of getting comfortable and more immersed in the club.

The attendees and potential bidders all gathered around the platform. Mistress pointed out the slave cage where the slaves to be auctioned had all been placed. The heat, the pulse of bodies, the anticipation all led to an atmosphere of delicious decadence.

The master of ceremonies got the proceedings underway, and the slaves were called from the cage and introduced. It was literally redolent of what it must have been like back in that day – the selling of human bodies, in this case for potential kinky utilisation. The slaves poured forth from the cage, strutting their stuff on the platform, the breath bated just before bidding got underway.

The first appearance for me of the hostess, Mistress Vivienne, in her slave duo role with Mistress V, was another watershed. Here finally was this extraordinary Mistress in the flesh. Her appearance made the wildness of the night even more manifest. Mistress brought my attention, and that of the room, to some nefarious goings on in the cage. A slave girl was being spit roasted. It was a sight to behold – the thrusting of the guy fucking her and her lasciviously sucking of the proffered cock.

When her turn came to be auctioned, the jeers of “used goods” underlined the inherent good humour underpinning the event. The auction ended and the crowd dispersed. The next phase of the evening was about to begin and I awaited Mistress’ tug on my lead…….

III

As the crowd slowly scattered, I spotted a participant dressed in the attire of a monk. I allowed myself a wry smile. I had initially hoped to bedeck myself in a monk’s robes which, combined with the boots and the lingerie, might have made an interesting juxtaposition. It would to me at least anyway. I had gone to a school run by Trappist monks, and the idea of dressing as once for Sodom and Gomorrah held a certain appeal. I’d burn in hell for it, I’m sure!

The damnation of my soul aside, monasteries always held a certain fascination for me, as being windows into a medieval world – a slice of a long bygone age where they still existed. And for me the slave auction had a real medieval tone and feel to it, which I positively adored.

Now it was over, and the rest of the night awaited. Mistress yanked my lead and brought me to the platform upon which the slaves had so recently paraded. I had no idea what she had in mind, and I conjured up any number of possibilities. This was the essence of her power over me – the ability to control me at every level and decide my use.

She commanded me to bend over, with my arms placed on the platform and my arse jutting out. Her designs for me quickly became apparent as she took stock of my rump. I flinched briefly as my flesh reacted to feel of the short whip casually traversing by cheeks, sizing up its quarry.  Then it was lifted, and I knew my next encounter with it would not be as casual or seemingly benevolent. It wasn’t. Mistress cracked it across my pale cheeks in one quick emphatic swoop. I grimaced as the sting of it hit home and in the certain knowledge this was just the beginning. I tried to gird myself for what was to come.

She toyed with me, running its tail against my arse cheeks before lifting it for the next crack. Those seconds of waiting before the approaching lash, wondering how severe it might be, were moments in which her power was really distilled for me. This was one of the fundamental traits of being a slave, in my opinion, the capacity to take a beating at the hands of your Owner.

A few more lashes ensued, and my arse began to get that sore feeling. Mistress then asked me to hold the whip in my mouth, no teeth. Upon her return she commanded me to stand and led me back down the stairs. The imperative here was to mind my steps in the high heeded boots. It was here that Mistress introduced me to Mistress Vivienne as she came against us on the stairs. Somewhat starstruck, and my mind processing all that had just occurred, I was tongue tied.

We continued down and Mistress in her kind benevolence gave me a tour of the chambers and rooms on that level. I recognised a number of them from the films I had viewed. My favourite perhaps was the office with the bookshelves and the glory hole. The bedrooms held an undisputed attraction also.

We eventually made our way back upstairs. Again, Mistress bent me over and administered the whip briefly. However, as she ordered me to stand, I realised my reprieve was only temporary as she led me to the X cross. It looked as if the beating up to now might just have been the prologue. She tied my wrists, and I stood in the sure knowledge of what was to come. Again, she draped the tail over my arse, the preface to the lash which was coming. The sights and sounds of the club receded into the background as I awaited that sharp sting of pain.

And it came and came again. The moments of waiting were insufferable and sublime. The lashes increased in intensity. Through the soreness and pain, my mind recognised it was a purifying experience, one which I was lucky to experience at the hands of my Owner. Mistress told me I deserved one really good one and I took in a breath waiting. Strangely it did not come though, as the next one was pretty much at the same intensity as that which had preceded it.

The beating over, she untied me and led me back to the platform. She met another slave she knew and conversed with him. Then she ordered us both to lie on our backs on the platform. She stepped up onto the platform and stood over the other slave’s mouth.

What ensued was beyond breathtaking. Mistress pissed into his mouth like there was no tomorrow. The volume of her shower was amazing, only equalled by the slave’s ability to take it. I couldn’t believe it and had to twist for a better look. I was really in awe of him for how much he could take.

She then stepped over to me, above my cock and balls and proceeded to piss on my panties. The warm gush of her piss hit its mark and the sensation defied description. However, a further baptism was on the cards. She stepped up over my mouth and I opened it to take the shower. It found its target. The taste of it was sensational and I endeavoured to take as much as I could. I raised my head in order to get as much as I could. I didn’t want to miss a drop, which I invariably did of course. I was like a craven animal for it. I really couldn’t believe it. I had long fantasised about drinking my Owner’s piss and the reality far exceeded the fantasy.

It was sublime, beautiful, dirty and utterly decadent. It was an epiphany for me. I knew and understand in that instance the core of what I was – a slut, a whore, a slave and a bitch to be used as Mistress saw fit. The act marked me and the territory of my physical and mental being was no longer my own.

by slave p
This is a partly fictional account of a Circus Maximus party based on some real & some imagined events.

Read Pt 2

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Justify My Love – Female Sensuality Top Ten Music Chart

Welcome to The English Mansion’s
Justify My Love –
Female Sensuality Top Ten Music Chart

Our musical Top Tens dedicated to all things kinky

This all-female chart celebrates women enjoying their bodies, their sexiness and embracing sexual pleasure. Women have been denied a sexuality, only acting as an extension to male pleasure. While women transgressing this are shamed as sluts – so it’s about time women started to take back the power and enjoy their natural female sensuality and innate sexual power.

Justify My Love – Female Sensuality Top Ten
1   Anaconda
Nicki Minaj (2014) Play Video
2   WAP – Wet Ass Pussy
Cardi B feat. Megan Thee Stallion (2020) Play Video
3   I Touch Myself
Divinals (1990) Play Video
4   Lets Talk About Sex
Salt-N-Pepa (1990) Play Video
5   Justify My Love
joint with
5  Like A Virgin
Madonna (1990)
& (1984)
Play Video

Play Video
6  I Kissed a Girl
joint with
6 Peacock
Katie Perry (2008)
& (2010)
 Play Video

Play Video

7   Red Light Special
joint with
7 Ain’t 2 Proud 2 Beg
TLC (1995)
& (1991)
Play Video

Play Video
8   Go To Town
Doja Cat (2018) Play Video
9   Touch Me
joint with
9   Physical
Samantha Fox (1986)

Olivia Newton-John (1981)

Play Video

Play Video

10  Horny
Mouse T (1998)   Play Video

Other contenders that didn’t quite make it into our Top Ten:

Love To Love You Baby – by Donna Summer (1975)  Play Video
My Humps by The Black Eyed Peas (2005)  Play Video
Touch My Body by Mariah Carey (2008)   Play Video
I Feel The Earth Move
by Carole King (1971)  Play Video
Fergalicious by Fergie (2006)  Play Video


The English Mansion’s Kinky Music Charts

Take a look at our other musical Top Tens dedicated to all things kinky
~ to be included the rules are: they must be big hits or tracks from internationally well-known performers.

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Second Skin Kingpin: Lady Valeska


Second Skin Kingpin: Lady Valeska

Lady Valeska is a gorgeous, slightly alternative looking dominatrix orignally from Canada but now UK based. She has the standing of an Amazonia goddess with her striking statuesque figure; feminine but powerful and imposing. Making those who wish to serve sink to their knees in reverence, overwhelmed by this lady’s presence. Valeska is a genuine kinkster and heavy rubberist, she’s nearly always found adorned in head-to-toe tight shiny latex from her a huge wardrobe of second skin kink. She also has a natural born desire and need to control those who wish to attend her.

Lady Valeska is a prodom offering sessions from her own exclusive playspace in South-East London, UK. Specialising in: heavy rubber dressing & play; anal & strapon; encouraged sissification & Xdressing; domestic servitude; & corporal punishment.

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

Lady Valeska ~ All Links Here

Don’t miss out on the action featuring Lady Valeska  showing now inside The English Mansion… Get Access Here

Read about Lady Valeska’s Day At The English Mansion on her blog here

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