The Rise of the Magna Matres

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The Fault in Our Stars
Was it innate or learned my femdom predilection?  I feel those desires were always there – but putting feelings to one side and with some consideration; I am most likely a product of a unique juncture of historical events.

Perhaps I should explain: You see, I was born as a subject of a Queen and have been my entire life.  In fact, you would need to be over 70 years old to have any real memory of a King*.  And, she’s still there and long may she reign over us. Being born in the ’70s my first notion of politics came from a female Prime Minister (1979-1990) and I think we’d all agree, quite a formidable one.  I was brought up by a, not so common place then, single parent mother, another indomitable woman – there was no football or action movies in our house.  I’ve always said I should get a T-shirt printed: If you think I’m Dom you should meet my mother!

Servalan in Action

Briefly as a child I lived in Northern Spain looked after by Basque women.  The Basque culture has a long history of strong woman, equality & matrilineality.  While Blake’s 7 (a popular ’70s UK sci-fi show) made quite an impression on me with its cruel all-powerful villainess Servalan, who claimed “power was her lover”.  A radical part for a woman at the time and quite a role model for any budding dominatrix.

I was taught by nuns who were highly educated, lived in a female-only community and were utterly sadistic.  My life opportunities have been undoubtedly shaped by Emmeline Pankhurst and I, like much of the globe, live in the long, long shadow of Queen Victoria.

Ergo for me, women were brilliant, formidable, educated, sexually aggressive, didn’t rely on men and ruled the world! How could I not turn out Dom?

Throughout the entire history of civilisation I don’t think many woman could claim this – I’m at a unique pinnacle point… and hopefully an unstoppable sea change.

Perhaps though my desires were innate, they did lie within me but without being born at this time, in this place, they would never have had the opportunity to be manifested and then developed.  (And, I’ve certainly had a lot of fun with the developing part 🙂 )

Thank you Great Mothers may I spawn forth your seed into the word.

* In the last 465 years (since 1553) Queens have ruled England for over 200 of them.

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This May Hurt – Medical Fetish Play

Mistress Nikki Whiplash has everything in hand 🙂

This May Hurt – Medical Fetish Play

It’s Medical Fetish feature month here at The English Mansion with strict traditional matrons, Dr dommes, weird science experiments, male milking devices and anal fucking machines – not forgetting the invasive, uncomfortable and embarrassing examinations. This is just some of the fun, sexy pretend medical play available at the Mansion’s Clinic.

It has always struck me that in life, the only occasion where you have to obey or do things you don’t want to do it is in medical situation – we must submit to another’s authority. This person is a stranger and often indifferent to us. We may have to be naked, it can be embarrassing, we are prodded in our most intimate places. This can form the basis for a medical fetish, it has parallels with a sub/dom relationship as you are compelled into obedience. There is also an innate submissiveness to being naked, examined and often hurt through painful procedures.

English Mansion Medical Fetish Play slideshow

with Mistress Nikki Whiplash, Miss Brooke, Mistress Inka, Mistress Bliss, Mistress Sidonia, Lady Nina, Miss Suzie Best & Goddess Lexi Sindel: see here for more about these dominas.

There’s another aspect to this fetish, which was explained to me by an English Mansion Mistress (now retired) who had a huge medical fetish – as a child she had spent long periods in hospital having many operations. She told me it was where she felt safe, cared for and where everything was done for you.

I don’t have a medical fetish per se but I do have a cruel streak and an inventive mind so find the thought of ‘weird science’ pretty hot, where I like to use a captive male for my ‘experiments’. Turn them into little lab rats, treated indifferently for the purpose of my wicked investigations or use them as human guinea pigs & perfect specimens for trying out new equipment 🙂

At The English Mansion up till the end of 2019 we’re having Special Feature Months & this month we’re featuring Medical Fetishes with 3 new films:

Feature Months coming to the blog alongside special featured content showing inside The Mansion:
Sep 2019 – Medical Fetish Play
Oct 2019 – Strapons & Pegging
Nov 2019 – High Tec BDSM
Dec 2019 – 3D VR Femdom

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Mirror Mirror: Femdom Fiction

Mirror Mirror: Femdom Fiction
Turned Bi By My Mistress

I lay back on the bed, looking upwards at the mirrored ceiling, which reflected our naked forms. Eve’s arse looked sumptuous, as did that of her partner for the evening. I couldn’t help but admire their perfect contours, the lines, and the elegance.

She had invited me over, ostensibly for a business meeting, scheduled for the late afternoon. I knew, of course, that could mean anything, given the timing. I was prepared for whatever ritual humiliation she had in store, but we actually had discussed the upcoming venture, before a certain boredom seemed to overcome her, and she decided to have a drink. Ringing a bell, she had summoned the manservant. He brought in a bottle and two glasses of wine and poured them at her command.

He was dressed as a butler, fully clothed, which marked a departure for someone of that station in Eve’s employ. She caught me appraising him, and my gaze quickly flicked away. She giggled knowingly, seemingly having achieved some sort of purpose.

“I have an idea,” she said. “Both of you come with me.”

She led us to a room, the centrepiece of which was a large round bed. The other main feature was the huge mirror on the ceiling, leaving little to the imagination as to what the room could play host to.

“Let’s have some fun,” she said.

“Strip each other,” she commanded.

She had made me cross the threshold of ‘encouraged’ bi before, so I was not too shocked. Though that initial hesitation was still there on my part. An image of my wife at home quickly flicked across my mind, but I dispelled it. I had entered Eve’s world sometime ago, and increasingly I recognised that she had identified qualities in me I did not realise I had. Since then, she had distilled those qualities to her own devious and twisted ends. I had given myself to her, in some manner of a Faustian bargain, and I realised that I was now a piece of property to her, raw material as it were for her to use and abuse as she wished. For me, the trade-off was the utterly exquisite world she had introduced me to. I could not turn by back on it and walk away from it now, even had I wanted to.

We stripped each other. I was conscious of his hands all over me, groping me as he undid my shirt and unbuttoned my pants and fly and pulled them down. He did it with an assured touch, sending a ripple through me as his hand glided over my chest. My cock was unashamedly hardening, and Eve again laughed.

Then I undressed him, and my excitement grew. He had a perfectly sculpted body, par for the course if you were in Eve’s employ. His cock too was stiffening, and it was huge in length and girth. Finished, we stood before her.

“Get on the bed, both of you.”

We duly obliged, and lay there. She slipped off her dress, revealing her naked form, and once again, I inhaled sharply. Taking her glass from the table she joined us on the bed, lying on the side.

“Now I want you both to amuse me,” she stated.

“Worship him,” she instructed me.

He lay flat on his back as I positioned myself over him. I lowered my head onto his chest. A ripple pulsated through me as my tongue found his flesh, and I commenced my worship. I worked it over his chest, before heading for the destination of his nipples. They stood, erect, obviously excited over what was happening. I flicked them incessantly, not getting a real taste and sense of him.

He groaned and I took that as my cue to move down. My mouth worked his midriff and continued down to his massive cock, which now stood to attention. I positioned myself in front of it, moving in on his balls. They were large and voluminous. I worked up that glorious shaft, the anticipation building in both of us. This was always the moment when I knew that Eve had changed me irrevocably. I was no longer the clean living, righteous person, I believed I had been. She had mined my inner being and brought the filth in me to the fore. As my mouth cupped around his cock, I could hear her giggle. Her dominion over me was complete.

The mirror on the ceiling reflected the sex show taking place underneath, just as she had held a mirror up to my soul and in it saw reflected back a dirty whore of a slut bitch, ready to be cultivated and used as she saw fit..

by slave P

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Ebonatrix: Miss Foxx


Ebonatrix: Miss Foxx

Returning to the Mansion is the stunningly beautiful and statuesque (standing over 6″ in her heels) Ebonatrix Miss Foxx.  This beguiling findom Goddess will instruct you in the art of devotion and sacrifice – you will learn the sublime true submission of treating yourself less and spoiling her more. Miss Foxx has five S’s you must learn in order to please her: Sacrifice – Scrape – Spoil – Serve – & Submit.

As your deity, Miss Foxx will become your reason for living and breathing while you remain on the periphery of her world as a slightly pointless, expendable and replaceable appendage.  Primarily a lifestyle findom (financial dominatrix) she specializing in Female Supremacy, Humiliation, Chastity/Cum Taxes & Cuckolding. Miss Foxx focuses on webcaming; though she does have some limited availability for 1 on 1 sessions and shopping trips; or you can visit her clip stores or watch her here at The Mansion.

See all Miss Foxx’s links here

You can see her in action right now inside The English Mansion including being featured in some of our VR 3D experiences, including  Too Good For You & A New World Order.

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Feminised Objectified Part 3: Femdom Fiction

Feminised Objectified  Pt 3

“Now gentlemen, here is our new little pet ready to suffer for your enjoyment. What would you like us to do to her? Let the bidding commence! Do I hear £500?” Clarissa by now was sitting on a chair behind the camera, with a laptop. While the unknown viewers were sending in their bids, Tanya showed me off in front of the camera, making me turn around slowly and then using the lead to pull my head down to my knees, showing off my bottom. Finally it seemed that the bidding was over as Tanya announced “and the first winner is Mr S from Manchester who would like to see an old-fashioned caning.” She led me to the bench and stood me at one end as both she and Clarissa pulled the straps around my ankles and thighs to hold me in position. Then as Clarissa opened up the board at the other end, Tanya pushed my upper body forward onto the bench. The position of the upright was moved so that my neck rested on the lower half of the large hole and Clarissa swung over the top half to enclose it. She locked an attachment at the side of the board to keep it secure. Clearly the arm holes were superfluous on this occasion. Although I was already completely helpless and unable to escape, Tanya pulled another strap, fixed halfway down the bench, over my body and buckled it tight underneath, pinning my arms into the small of my back.

The thick padding at the end of the bench served to raise my bottom above the rest of my body. I was aware that the camera was trained at my rear and would capture any activity at that end. Tanya was out of my sight now but I could hear a rustle of canes as she selected her weapon. Clarissa however had picked up a smaller videocamera and positioned herself in front of me to film my reactions as the caning commenced. There was no escape from the beady eyes of the cameras. Somewhere around the globe there would be an untold number of people paying to watch the spectacle.

With a groan of despair I heard Tanya striding towards me, her heels clicking on the hard floortiles. She stood to one side of the bench and rested her cane across my cheeks. The viewers basked in the vision of her stunning beauty and her complete superiority over her trussed-up slave. She started with a few light taps to gauge the correct position for accuracy. Even though these taps did not hurt, they intensified my feeling of dread as I could already tell that this was an implement capable of inflicting considerable pain.

After toying with me for perhaps 30 seconds Tanya swung the cane with a full arm. I briefly heard the cane swish through the air before an intense pain exploded onto my bottom. I screwed up my eyes and screamed into the gag. I tried to shake my body in agony but my bondage was so efficient I scarcely moved. Thankfully she went back to tapping my behind for a few more seconds, allowing me to recover from the first blow. Then swish! Another intense strike on my behind with the same reaction on my part. Behind her camera Clarissa was revelling in my distress. All I could do was stay in position, my bottom presented as a perfect target for more whipping. Tanya continued with the caning, steadily and unhurriedly, while I writhed in position with tears running down my face. In my agonised state the caning seemed to go on for hours but at last she came to a halt, sending down the last six blows with full force leaving my bottom feeling as though it was on fire.

“Can we have the next round of bidding please?” she announced to the camera. I lay there, saliva dribbbling down my face as I wondered what fresh torture I was about to endure. “Congratulations to Mr C of Paris who would like to watch forced oral on a strap-on” Tanya cried. She walked in front of me holding a tangle of leather straps in one hand and a huge black dildo in the other. With Clarissa’s help she strapped the leather harness about her body and fitted in the dildo so that finally she stood up tall with the dildo sticking out grotesquely, level with my face. Clarissa repositioned the main camera so that it was trained at my face and then picked up the smaller camera and lay on the floor pointing it up.

Tanya moved forward and undid my gag, placing it down on the bench beside me. Then with her hands on either side of my head holding it steady, she slowly entered my mouth with her cock. The cameras bore down on my face passively as the thick rod prized my lips apart and plunged slowly down my throat. This was far worse than the gag. As the cock slid in I found myself coughing and spluttering as my gag reflex kicked in. Copious streams of saliva came out of my mouth and covered the black intruder. She withdrew part way giving me temporary relief before thrusting her groin back in. This continued for several minutes as everyone savoured the sight of me, crying and coughing, fellating her cock. Then she pressed herself slowly and firmly down onto my face so that my throat was completely impaled by the cock and my mouth and nose rested on her harness. For a few brief moments I could smell a heady mixture of leather and rubber and Tanya’s own scent. Then it seemed I could no longer breathe as my nose blocked up and I struggled desperately to take in air through my violated mouth. Just as my head began to swim and the close-up view of Tanya’s PVC encased groin started to flicker and fade, she withdrew from me and I was able gratefully to gulp in air. It was a short relief however as, once again, she impaled me fully and waited until my struggling stopped before allowing me to breathe. She did this time after time until I reached the point where I was beyond struggling even as she forced herself in. I hardly noticed when the performance stopped and she strapped the ballgag back on tightly.

A short while after I had recovered my senses I heard Tanya announce “and congratulations to Mr H of Tokyo who has bid £1,000 to see me fuck this slave with my strap-on.” She strode around the bench and stood before me, still wearing the large black dildo, now covered in my saliva, and lifted it up and down with her hand. Clarissa meanwhile repositioned the camera behind me. The vain hope I had that she would not be able to gain access to me through my clothes, was soon dashed as she unclipped the thong of my leotard and pulled it up and then pulled down my tights to my knees. Unceremoniously she reached in and pulled out my butt plug, with a quick sharp tug, and threw it in a container.

I braced myself for what was to come next and noticed that Clarissa had once again positioned herself with the hand-held camera directed at my face. Tanya stood directly behind me and placed her hands on my sore bottom, spreading my cheeks apart. Then I could feel the tip of the dildo directly on my anus, which immediately clenched tight in a vain attempt to repel the intruder. “If you do that it will only hurt more” she laughed and, as I desperately tried to relax my muscles, she thrust the monster home. I felt it drive up deep within my belly as I cried out in shock and humiliation. As I fought to make myself big enough to accommodate the huge girth, she pounded in and out fucking my arse. Each thrust of her groin buried the dildo up to the hilt and I could feel her body slapping against my bottom. Each successive thrust of her cock brought me howling through my gag, my every scream faithfully recorded by Clarissa’s camera. Whether it was through physical exertion or excitement I could not tell but Tanya was also moaning breathlessly and she gripped the sides of my corset for better support. I thought this abuse would go on all night and I was aching inside and out but finally she came to a halt and drew out the dildo slowly, with a final flourish for the camera.

With fresh humiliation I felt a cold wet cloth being slapped onto my bottom and I was cleaned off and roughly dried, before the butt plug was thrust back into my hole. The women swiftly pulled up my tights and clipped my leotard back into place.

“That concludes the entertainment for today gentlemen” Tanya said to camera “but you may now commence bidding for the opportunity of spending two hours with this sex slut here. The starting price is £5,000. The bidding will conclude in one hour’s time.”

Tanya walked back into view and kissed my nose. “Well you were very popular” she said. “I think you’re going to make us a great deal of money. We have a bit of time to kill while the bidding takes place so I’m going to take you somewhere private where I can teach you how to satisfy me with your tongue. If you do it well we might make you into our permanent personal pet. If not, well I’m sure you will fetch a good price in an auction.” As she spoke she began to release me from the bench …

by slave maid Sharon

Read Pt 1 here
Read Pt 2 here
Read Pt 3 here

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Dirk Hooper: KinkInk

Meet Dirk Hooper & His KinkInk

Dirk Hooper is a bit of an artistic polymath within the fetish world, he’s an award-winning fetish photographer, artist & illustrator, kink fiction writer, adult marketing consultant and all round BDSM Mentor.  Based in the southern state of Oklahoma, USA, Dirk has been producing some amazing vibrant pop-art fetish illustrations that he calls KinkInk, which I think are fabulous.  He describes them as erotic pieces that are about BDSM relationships, kinks, fetishes and people who inspire him.

“I also want to present work that is colorful and engaging. Obviously, this work is meant for people in the community– a community that I know and love and have been a part of for the past 20 years… I would also like to reach out to people who are outside of the kink community, and maybe encourage them to learn more about a world that has brought so much pleasure, happiness, and enlightenment to me.”

KinkInk Gallery

You can now commission original fetish artworks from Dirk which are available in many differing styles not just the KinkInk shown above here

&  check out his excellent website and informative blog here

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Check Out These Kink Artist
 

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