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.

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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

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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

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Even More Femdom Funnies

It’s the holidays so how about another lighter look at femdom with some more internet memes & funnies  🙂

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On The Road To Fetishville

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Cinema Paradiso: Femdom Fiction

with the gorgeous Fetish Lisa

Cinema Paradiso: Femdom Fiction

Phil relaxed into the sofa, his glass of prosecco looking inviting in his hand. His wife Louise sat beside him on the plush leather two-seater. Across the living room Eve and her partner Mark had seated themselves in the accompanying sofa, the flutes of prosecco perched in their hands.  

The evening had been Louise’s idea. In their earlier days she had loved sitting in towards the end of the week for what she called a cinema evening. She had recently revived the idea for the streaming era, and he had indulged her. It was after all a small trade-off for his being away most of the week, and for his various indiscretions if the truth was known. This Friday evening she had decided to invite over her new friend Eve and her partner. Phil hadn’t met them before and, once the requisite introductions had been made, the couples had retired to the living room for a drink and some light finger food.  

Louise, in her usual strident manner, had been adamant that not too much should be drank at this stage as it would dull the impact of the movie. She had explained to him that Eve and Mark were big film buffs as well and the idea was right up their alley. For his part, Phil would have liked to barge right into the drink. He had found Eve slightly interesting, though quite prim and altogether proper. Although he had to admit there was an unsettling quality about her, as if there was something more to her that was not readily apparent.  

In any case, he found the couple slightly boring, and the small talk had been just that, small. In his own mind he conjured up a range of other activities he would have happily engaged in on this Friday evening, none of which involved Louise or the sedate domesticity of this living room.  

Louise now stood up and went to the large corner flatscreen. She turned to face the putative audience. “My choice of movie this evening has been, as per tradition, a secret up to now,” she said, with a bit of a giggle. “However, I think you are all going to enjoy it immensely. It will be, I assure you, very titillating and not for those who blush easily. 

“I’m reverting this evening to a DVD disk, instead of streaming.” 

With that she took hold of the remote and returned to the sofa. The screen flickered into life. Phil feigned anticipation, but his mind was elsewhere.  The low whir of the DVD hummed into action and an image appeared on the screen. Instantly, Phil stared transfixed, his gaze frozen on the screen. He was looking at himself, lying in bed. He was naked. A woman appeared at the side of the bed, dressed in a satin dressing robe.

On the screen he leaned across and pulled at belt of the robe, easily undoing it.  She slipped off the robe, displaying her naked form, her large breasts prominent.  He took her hand and pulled her onto the bed. She sat astride him, mounted him, and started to ride him.  Phil’s mouth had gone dry. He dared a glance at Louise who had an enigmatic smile on her face. What the fuck is going on, he thought.  From what seemed far away he heard Eve chuckle.

“My, my Louise, hasn’t Phil been a naughty boy!?” 

On the screen the girl continued to gyrate atop Phil. He remembered the night well. It had been two weeks ago, on a business trip. He had met her in a recommended pick-up bar after the conference.  

He turned to Louise. “What is going on. I can explain this. Please turn it off.” 

Louise turned to him, and her eyes seemed to bore into him.

“Shut up you bitch,” she snarled.  His jaw dropped. He could hardly believe any of this.  

“Oh my,” interjected Eve. “Phil look at what you have made Mark do.” 

Phil looked over. Eve’s partner had started to masturbate on the sofa.  Phil felt that reality had fractured and ruptured. He wondered if a good splash of cold water on his face might wake him, and restore order to the world. He looked at Eve and Louise. Both smiled mischievously, he thought. Louise and Eve both stood in unison.  

“Stand up you bitch,” ordered Louise. As if in a trance, Phil felt himself getting up.  

“I can explain,” he stammered and then he felt a sharp slap across his face.  

Louise stood back. “You pathetic bitch. You fell right into our honey trap. You see I know you’ve been fucking around for ages now. Going to your business meetings and conferences and fucking any little harlot you can get.  

“Well from here on things are changing. You see, Mistress Eve has taken me under her wing and has been training me in female dominance. From now on you are going to be my test case, my slut and whore.” 

Eve stepped forward. “Excellent darling,” she said to Louise. “A great statement of intent.” 

Phil noticed she had a satin belt in her hand. He realised it was the same one the girl in the hotel bedroom had been wearing on her robe.  Eve stood in front of him and placed the robe around his neck, tying it into a leash.  

“I thought this touch was most fitting,” she said to Louise who nodded her assent.  She tugged on the makeshift leash.  

“Listen,” said Phil. “No, you listen,” snarled Eve. “You are going to do exactly as you are told to atone for your transgressions. Your life changes now.” 

With that she tugged the leash, leading Phil like a dog to where Mark still sat, stroking his cock on the sofa.  

“Get on your knees,” Eve ordered.  

Phil knelt, Mark looming over him, his large totemic phallus glistening in the light. He felt Louise taking up position behind him, placing her arms on his shoulder. “Now darling,” she spoke into his ear. “Lick Mark’s cock.” 

“Hang on,” Phil remonstrated. “Shut up you bitch,” snarled Eve. “Do as your wife tells you.” 

As if in an out of body experience Phil felt Eve tug on the belt. Mark’s cock now occupied his vision. Both women applied more pressure. He now smelt Mark’s scent. He moved his tongue out in exploratory fashion. Goosebumps erupted on him as it made contact with Mark’s bare flesh.  

“Lick it bitch husband,” ordered Louise. 

He started to lick the shaft, his tongue moving slowly up and down, taking measure of the large circumference.  

“His balls as well,” said Eve.  

His tongue ferreted out Mark’s voluminous balls, the sensation again causing another shudder across his body.  

“Now up the shaft again, darling husband.” 

He moved back up, repeating the up and down tongue motion.  

“Now suck it you slut,” ordered Eve.  

He started, but felt pressure of the two women, and the aroma of Mark. He felt strangely intoxicated as his tongue found Mark’s head and his lips slowly cupped around its large circumference. 

“Suck it,” Louise shouted.  

He started the motion, his tongue sloshing around Mark’s cock as it filled his mouth and his being.  He slowly found a rhythm. He could hear the two women laughing from what seemed like miles away.  The taste of Mark enveloped him, the salty tang of precum, and nothing else seemed to exist in the world.  Suddenly he felt a sudden tug on his hair.  

Eve pulled him off. “Well now you took to that perhaps too well,” she observed. 

“We don’t want Mark getting too excited, do we, at least not before he has his way with your wife.” 

She pulled Phil back and he could now see Louise. She was naked. She stepped forward and sat on Mark, positioning herself as his cock found its purchase in her.  Phil knelt helpless as he watched his wife slowly begin riding Mark. He could not avert his gaze, staring as if in a hypnotic state as his wife fucked another man in front of him 

“Well now, let’s enjoy the show, shall we cuck husband Phil,” chuckled Eve.  

“Louise, do you think we should make a film for the next cinema evening?!!”

by slave p

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Top Dom: Mistress Lola Ruin

Cage With A View

Meet Resident English Mansion Dominas
The English Mansion always invites the world’s top dominas to stay over and play! We thought we should salute the very best of them and show you some of their finest moments. So here’s the absolutely stunning Mistress Lola Ruin…

Top Dom: Mistress Lola Ruin

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