The Corset Pt2 – Body Modification, Transformation & Restriction

Body Modification Royalty: Mr Pearl, Ethel Granger & Fakir Musafar

In Pt1 of this article I outlined how corsets have undergone a transformation and are rarely used to mould the body but have become a fashion statement, a new female armour empowering women. I realize purists will not regard these ‘fashion corsets’ as authentic as they are not faithful to their traditional purpose, so lets look at the darker side of the corset.

Body Modification & Fetishism
The corset has become an item revered and fetishised over by those who seek extreme body modification for themselves or others. Using them to reduce waists to tiny and even bizarre looking hour-glass figures. By wearing a tightly-laced corset for extended periods, know as ‘tight lacing’ both men and women can eventually reduce their natural waist size.

Ethel Granger in later life

The infamous Mr Pearl corsetiere to the stars has an 18-inch corseted waist and wears his corset 24/7 except to bath. His corsets are works of art and can take several months to construct. You have probably seen the stunning Dita von Teese in his creations and he has made corsets for designers such as Jean Paul Gaultier, Thierry Mugler and John Galliano.

He describes the feeling of being corseted as a “Permanent embrace”. And that,
“You feel quite vulnerable without it, like a beetle without its shell.”
The wonderful photo of him (top) – cane in hand is not a reference to BDSM but symbolic of the discipline needed for body modification.

Fakir Musafar father of the modern primitive movement and shaman used corsets to explore extreme body modification – along with piercing, scarification, tattooing and suspension. He achieved an 19-inch corseted waist. I’ve always been fascinated by Musafar he crosses over into BSDM and then transcends it – body modifications become modern rites of passage and a means to personal growth.

Lastly, I must mention Ethel Granger who achieved a 13 inch waist and Cathie Jung who currently has the ‘Smallest Waist On A Living Person’ at just 15 inches, see her official website here.

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The wearing of a corset especially to please another is rooted in submission, it transforms and restricts but importantly relieves the wearer of control over their body passing this power to another.

Corsets for Bondage & Male to Female Transformations

Transformation – Male to Female
The corset’s transformative powers make it perfect for feminizing the male figure. Like donning extreme high-heels, wearing a corset gives the wearer not just the look but the sensation of extreme femininity. I love to truss guys up in a full boned corset, getting my knee pushed into their backs, pulling them in tight and watching the transformation.

Restriction & Bondage
The corset can also be used for extreme bondage play, some even come with locks, as there is an erotic quality to the tightness and restriction of wearing one. Buckles or rings on the corset can allow for rope or chain to be attached. I adore these beautiful bespoke locking bondage corsets from Contour Corsets (but who unfortunately are no longer trading.). I have also used neck corsets, single-arm corsets, corset leg binders or even cock corsets for extreme bondage scenes, the neck corset below is from hwdesignshop.

Bondage/Locking Corsets including an extreme neck corset

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The Black Virgin: A Femdom Fairy Tale

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The Black Virgin

Once upon a time, a long long time ago, in a far and distant land was a remote little kingdom, for it was indeed a King-Dom, ruled for all time by Kings. The King of this land wished for a child, a son who would grow up to rule in his place. At last his wish was granted, (well sort of), he rushed to the bedside of his beautiful Queen and held the newborn babe up to the sky thanking the heavens for they had smiled upon him. Suddenly, a little grimace appeared on his face, which soon grew black – for it was a girl.

And thus, was the sad beginning of the little princess Hedda. Her father never again looked her fully in the face, for it always reminded him of his loss. She soon grew in to the most stunning girl. Yet, what she had gained in beauty, she had lost in virtue.

As she approached her womanhood, she began to realise that she did not have physical strength, therefore she would have to survive with a better strategy. She had a different kind of sway, she could flutter her eyelashes and men would flock to her, a few kind works and they would try to please her – and her tears, at sight of her tears they would do absolutely anything to make her smile once more. She decided she would cultivate and develop all her female charms to entrap men. She knew the eternal secret that her sex was her power, and she would rule supreme.

Her favourite pastime was the hunt, she rode every morning and what a glorious figure she made sat upon her magnificent white horse. Yet what she loved to pursue was men. It was a fine sport, and like foxes, she would hunt and then devour them, leaving then scarred and scurrying from the battlefield of desire. Her beauty was so beguiling that no man could fail but to fall under her spell, her delicate white skin, her deep red luscious lips set against the frame of her long black tresses. Among the townspeople she was known as the Black Virgin.

At the castle there was always good sport to be had with the palace servants. Accusations could be followed by swift remonstrations. To spend the afternoon with perspiration around her collar from beating the errant was truly delightful. It set alight her sprit. Once a brave boy protested,
“But I am innocent, this is not just, Ma’am”
She looked into his eyes and laughed “Justice! Justice was created by men in the vain belief that they could impose their ways onto the world. Your fate lies with fortune, and like nature, she is a woman, with a woman’s temperament.”

One day her father announced it was time she wed – he would have a grandson and heir. He was not so callous a man that he would choose a husband for her, however he had chosen some suitable suitors, and she may meet with each of them and make her choice. The princess smiled to herself how delightful a task – she would make sure that after meeting her once, none would ever bear to be in her presence again. Alone in her chamber, gazing into her mirror she announced, “I shall be more bitter than death – even their god cannot save them.”

Her first Prince stood gazing vainly at himself in a long gilt mirror, self-assuredly admiring his good looks. Approaching him, she saw the desire in his face and smiled showing him the desire in hers. She gazed into his longing eyes – slowly their faces came closer and closer together, and for the first time she rested her luscious red lips upon his boyish plump mouth. Suddenly, she bit deeply into his lower lip, his eyes opened widely instantly watering, instinctively he tried to jolt away from her but she held him fast. She looked into his eyes holding him for just a few delicious moments longer – for him an eternity. She tasted the iron of his blood in her mouth then freed him, putting her hand to her mouth to look at his sanguine blood as he fled.

The Princess was beginning to find her suitors quite tiresome as it was too easy a task to send them back hence where they had come with their tails between their legs – one had even cried. Today she must meet with yet another, on meeting him her sharp eyes fell upon a most ordinary and quiet young man. Immediately deciding to go for the kill, she literally thrust herself upon him, pinning him up against the chamber wall where they met. She felt a certain thrill feeling his rapid breaths and pounding heart against her. He only blushed and looked to the floor.

“Do you think one must suffer for love?” she whispered into his ear.
Barely audibly, he replied, “For true love, yes.”
“Then you must suffer to please me” she said as she slipped her hand inside his tabard and pinched one of his nipples, harder and harder she twisted and pinched. At the same time, her other hand slipped down to beneath his legs pressing down hard on to his manhood. She expected it to shrivel away – and yet it grew. The more she hurt him, the more it throbbed and hardened. Perplexed by this unexpected result and refusing to be beaten, she pushed him to the floor and pounced on top of him like a feral cat toying with its prey. She ripped open his upper garments and began to bite his neck and upper body. Sitting up on him she tore her long sharp nails down his flesh waiting for him to smart and curse at her. And yet, he looked entranced and still she felt his manhood throbbing beneath her. Furious and defeated she stood up and after glaring at him, stormed from the hall.

Preparing for her ride the next morning this same boy appeared “Let me ride along side you, your majesty, as your servant?” he requested.
“As my servant, of course,” she replied.
And so together they rode out into the wild forests of the kingdom. She was a sight to behold as her body rose and fell with the horse’s gallop. Her black hair and the white mane of her stallion blown backwards with the speed of the wind as it rushed passed. She seemed golden in the light of the new sun rising up afresh as though in honour of this goddess. Finally, she slowed and dismounted in a quiet break in the trees. The boy who had fought hard to keep up his chase, arrived minutes later to find her sitting on a tree stump, pink and white apple blossoms falling about her.

“My boots are muddy boy, clean them,” she barked.
Kneeling in the dirt before her he lifted one of her leather boots and slowly began to wipe it with his necktie.
“That won’t do,” she snapped, “use your mouth.”
And so, lifting the boot, he began to lick it clean with his tongue. She felt herself tingle with pleasure as she watched him working away, never taking her dark eyes from him.
“Now kiss my hand,” she ordered. He gently took her hand encased in taut leather elbow length gloves and began to slowly kiss up them making each delivery an honour, an act of total submission.
Fired with pleasure, snatching her hand away she kicked him to the ground. She sat upon him, tearing his lower garments with a fury to reveal his manhood, and lifting her layered skirts she mounted him. And so, in the morning sunlight, with the apple blossoms softly falling about her, she took her pleasure.

She had found her Prince; here was one who would not constrain her soul – who understood the darkness of her desires. And thus, the sad beginning of the Princess Hedda had led to a happy ever after – but this is all history now, or should we say her story.

in honour of Meisterin J.ZarA

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Femdom High Protocol Gala: Early PM – Games & The Races 1

We held a super special femdom event late last summer, seven gorgeous Mistresses including myself indulged ourselves in a day of real-life high-protocol domination with a lucky pack of favoured slaves, maids and butler.

In attendance were Miss Analisa, Mistress Nikki Whiplash, Mistress Evilyne,
Goddess Anastaxia, Mistress Inka, Miss Jessica Wood & moi acting as Mistress of Ceremonies.

The slaves were first lined up so that all the Mistresses could take turns examining the meat, testing them out and each choosing the sub that they would like to use to both serve them and to torment for the day.

Once each Mistress was suitably attended to by one or two slaves it was time for the fun and games to begin. We started with ‘Lucky Dip’ each slave had to randomly pick a letter from a bowl which had a corresponding punishment. Some of these were mild, some humiliating, some possibly pleasurable but there were two ‘bête noire’ choices: a bad one –  a hard caning and an evil one: to be hooded and then passed round all the Dommes for extreme torment (including some fresh stinging nettles), not knowing who was doing what. So most of the little subbies were apprehensive as they one by one made their choices and then had to accept or act them out, all for the amusement of the ladies present.

The Mansion has extensive and lovely grounds, so once the games had finished, it was time for all the Dommes to take a browse round and why should they walk when they can ride? Thus, with so many Mistresses, a giant parade was formed as the ladies were pulled in riding traps with the spare slaves forming a worshipful procession behind them.

It was then race time, the fittest slave ponies were chosen, first Mistress Evilyne versus Goddess Anastaxia, followed by Mistress Inka versus Mistress Nikki. These races can get quite competitive with the slave ponies berated, shouted at and whipped hard to get them to perform.

Let The Races Begin…

More coming soon, to this blog, when we’ll let you see what happened later in the afternoon…
See here for the mid-afternoons action – Blog 2
& here for the late afternoons action – Blog 3

And you can watch all the genuine non-stop real femdom action as we used discreet cameras to document the day as it unfolded which is currently showing in our members’ area – High Protocol Gala Pt1 – Auction & Games &  High Protocol Gala Pt2 – Racing & Whipping.

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Fetish Funnines: Unfortunately Named Products

Let’s have a fun interlude.. we need it.
S
o it’s time for some fetish fun with these rather unfortunately named products & adverts  🙂

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Muscle Worship: Mistress Kiana

Muscle Worship: Mistress Kiana

The English Mansion is pleased to welcome back Mistress Kiana, a gorgeous, ebony domina with a stunning athletic, super-fit but ultra feminine body. So prepare to kowtow before a true muscle goddess and be awed by her impressive cut body and know that once you’re pinned down or smothered by this powerful woman you’re going nowhere.

Mistress Kiana is a sensual domina with beautiful, mesmerising eyes –  she’ll tease, torment and manipulate you; all while cruelly laughing at your pathetic helplessness. And I should mention she adores and specialises in strapon play so prepare to have your backside plundered mercilessly as this lady is a strapon queen!

As well as appearing at The Mansion, Mistress Kiana is a London-based Prodom available for sessions and also has an excellent C4S store. More Info Here

You can see her in action right now inside The English Mansion including the recently updated Kiana’s Sex Pet.

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The Corset Pt1 – Female Armour


The corset is an article of clothing developed purely to accentuate femininity. Designed to be worn around the torso, it consists of two halves which are fixed at the front and then tightened by lacing at the back. This process reduces the waist accentuating both the breasts and bottom thus enhancing feminine curves by shaping the body. Later marketing purported medical benefits for both men and women claiming it improved posture but this was a thinly veiled dressing up of the corset’s image trying to move it from fashion to function.

Generally we used to think of corsets as undergarments worn by Edwardian & Victorian ladies to obtain tiny waists, though they have been around since the Romans. Unfortunately the wearing of them severely restricted the movement of the wearer and even induced fainting spells – thus the corset became a garment that acted to both subjugate and subdue women.

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Over the last 25 years the corset has undergone a revival from its origins as secret underwear to today’s sexy outer-wear.  The turning point came in the very early 1990s when Madonna infamously donned one with conical breasts, designed by Jean-Paul Gaultier and wore it as a top. Another worthy mention is the Thierry Mugler Motorcycle corset made of metal – she’s gonna ride all over you baby! Now days you can find corsets in every colour and every material, they are no longer shape-wear or lingerie for the bedroom; and are rarely used to reduce waist size but to accentuate it.

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Female Armour

So it seems ironic that an item that once subjugated women has become empowering to wear and often conveys power and even sexual aggression. Today’s corsets are more akin to body armour, accentuating extreme femininity and worn as weapons – conical breasts are called bullet bras. (Lady Gaga wore a machine gun bra for the cover of Rolling Stone magazine, July 2010.) So now women are empowered by their extreme feminine curves. They can use their bodies, this ultra femininity and overt sexiness as a weapon to both frighten and manipulate men.

The prevailing image of the ‘dominatrix’ is of a whip-welding woman in a mean looking tight-leather corset and it’s certainly a standard in the outfit repertoire of dominant women. It’s sexy amour worn before the ensuing battle; it covers her up yet still titillates by exaggerating her curves, slaves can look but can’t see flesh and can’t touch.

Coming Soon: Pt 2 Corsets – Body Modification, Male to Female Transformations & Bondage

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