Manchester Mistress Madox - your will is Mine

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Update – Weekends only from April 2021

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Good evening subs. Further to my last post I can now confirm I have accepted a job offer and will be starting in January. I will be taking a weekend course on top of this until March. So it’s looking like I will not be available for sessions with any of my regulars until April 2021.

In light of these changes I’m not sure when I will get the time to post up the equipment I’m selling. I’ll try to do it in January or in April. Again it depends on how much time I have to manage things.

2020 has ended well so far and things are finally moving in a better direction. The relief I feel right now is immeasurable. I’ve never experienced a full year without an income. It just goes to show that the rainy day you save for might become a rainy year.

Thank you all once again for your support during this incredibly difficult year. I’ll blog again soon. x

2020- 2021 Madness

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Hello my dear subs

Firstly I want to thank my subs for their contributions and Xmas gifts through my PayPal this month. I feel very blessed and grateful to have you all in my life. If anyone else wants to contribute to my course through PayPal you can do so at msvictoriamadox@gmail.com

Secondly I need to update you all as to my availability in 2021. I will be starting a course in January that will end around March. Then potentially starting a full time job after the course. Unless I start working part time alongside the course with this new company. I’m not 100% clear on what the work plans are at this time.

Suffice to say I won’t be around for a few months. I need to do some serious hard graft to try and get my life back to some semblance of normality after the madness and financial destruction of 2020. It’s time to get my nose to the grindstone.

2020 so far has been one hell of a year. I had long covid for 6 months. Followed by 13 weeks so far spent in recovery from tearing my lumbar sacral discs and spraining a ligament. In between all of that I spent my time trying to navigate the emotional turmoil, anger and frustration of the lockdowns and loss of freedom. It’s something that we have all been going through during the pandemic. The worst part for me was the financial worries. So now I have to really work hard to get things back to normal.

I hate to admit it but I actually started stocking tinned food like a prepper. I’m currently stocking bits for when we have border and delivery issues with Brexit in the coming weeks. We’re not out of the woods yet with the insanity of 2020. We still have Brexit to navigate next year plus the 3rd wave and post Xmas lockdown. We are living through a complete and utter shit show of times.

I’d also like to announce that I’m going to have a huge equipment sale this spring. I have about £5000+ worth of dungeon equipment including a leather bodybag and pleasuretec electrics. There is enough to fill a full dungeon for any Domme. I’m going to sell it as a job lot for £1500. So if you know any Dommes who want a full dungeons worth of equipment for £1500 let me know. I’ll post more about it in the future. I’m not selling separate items at this point as it’s just too much messing around to go through all the boxes. Almost everything is new to hardly used.

So dear subs. I wish you all a wonderful healthy Christmas. I’m not sure when I’ll blog again. Not sure of much these days. It’s been a hard year to plan anything successfully. I think I lost my mind along the way haha! No seriously! I’m not joking.

Stay well and I’ll see you all in the new year.

Mistress Madox x

Off now until next year.

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Good evening subs.

I will now be away from sessions until 2021.

It’s been a rough year for all of us but I do feel that things are starting to improve. It may not appear that way with it being the darkest time of year. As they saying goes ‘it’s always darkest before the dawn’. Things will be better from the middle of 2021. I can feel it.

I’m looking forward to next year as I’m hoping to attend a course that I was supposed to attend this year but wasn’t able to due to having contracted Long Covid and other financial issues that have arisen as a result of the pandemic and my ill health after the virus. It’s a course I want to do with all my heart and soul. I’m trying all ways to raise the £1500 that I need for it. It starts mid January.

Given the importance of the course for my future, I would much prefer financial contributions for the course than gifts for my birthday and Xmas this year.

If any of my loyal subs would like to contribute to this course you can do so via PayPal at msvictoriamadox@gmail.com or through my bank if you have the details.

Thank you all again for the support and kindness you have shown me this year. I wish you all a very healthy and happy Xmas and a prosperous new year.

See you all in 2021.

Mistress Madox x

Sneak peak….

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Good afternoon subs. Today I popped down to the dungeon to see how things were there after such a long time away from actively participating in the BDSM scene.

The first thing I noticed when I walked into the dungeon playspace was the heady aroma of leather, steel, rubber and vanilla candles combined. My whole body just softened and a relaxed aroused feeling come over me. I was home!!! Yes!! The feeling of being back in the dungeon is indescribable.

I imagine subs have a similar experience every time they walk into a dungeon play space. The sights, sounds, scents and atmosphere can be intoxicating. Not to mention the excitement and trepidation the sub feels not knowing what his beautiful Dominant standing before him has in mind for the session that day.

Do you remember what that feels like subs?

I admit, I had almost forgotten what the dungeon felt like until today. It’s been almost a year since I was there. It’s wonderful to be back. I’m sure many of you will agree once you return to attending sessions with Me. Once you return home to your rightful place of being in service to your Mistress. I’ve missed you all.

I’m looking forward to seeing you all in the near future. MM

See below for some quick photos I took of the dungeon space today.

Private Dungeon in Manchester

Your Mistress is back

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mistress madioxGood afternoon subs.

Its been a while since my website was up and running. Its good to be back on here.

Its been a turbulent year for all of us this year, with so much uncertainty, frustration and anxiety. I’m not sure if I’ve just recently finally adjusted to the situation we are all in, or that I have just become so tired of the whole thing that I no longer have any energy left to worry about the future. The virus isn’t going away any time soon which I now accept.

We are all learning to live with the changes to our lives and its not easy for any of us. I’ve faced some seriously heavy challenges in my life, which I’ve really struggled through, but none of them were as pervasive or as insidious as this one. Many of us are going through collective grieving for our old way of living, some are angry, others are afraid and some are anxious. Its not easy but things will get better eventually.

We are now at a time when we need each other and to connect more than ever. Especially with the darker nights now upon us and a new lockdown. We need to support each other where we can and to reach out if we need to. Our mental health depends on it.

I’ve been overwhelmed and heartened by the kindness and care of some of my subs. Even subs who I have never met before who have reached out during this difficult time. The gifts, gift vouchers and messages have been greatly received with thanks. Your support has meant the world. Its been a big part of what kept me going during the difficult times. I’m not one for needing things outside of myself to keep me relevant, but I do appreciate being thought of and cared for more than you will ever know.

Now that I am in a better place mentally, I am back for my subs so we can session again. I have access to a private dungeon in Ashton where I can session safely. We have covid secure measures in place to keep us all safe. The place is not being used for sessions at the moment so we will be alone in a very clean safe covid secure space. Those of you who know me well and how I was at my last dungeon, you will remember how obsessive I was already with my dungeon hygiene practices. This is now those practices 10X. You can read about the covid secure health and safety measures here. Or by following the link at the bottom of this blog.

It’ll be a few weeks yet before I begin sessions again due to a back injury that I’m still healing from and also the restrictions in place. Feel free to drop me an email to discuss booking a session. Now that I know the dungeon is clean and safe I am happy to start sessions again. Up until now I wasn’t comfortable holding sessions, hence my closing of my site and stepping back for a while since this whole thing started. If we do things safely, then we will be fine.

Please remember that all sessions require a £50 deposit by amazon gift voucher to secure the dungeon rental. It is difficult to return these deposits, so I request that you attend your session, or rearrange if you have been around anyone with Covid symptoms, or if you have symptoms yourself.

Wishing you all a wonderful week and I look forward to seeing you soon.

Mistress Madox x

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The beatdown and confession – slave dave testimonial.

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I approached my first session with Mistress Madox with a little trepidation. As a busy mistress with a stable of established regular clients, she rightly vets slaves who are new to her very carefully and our meeting finally came after eighteen months of admittedly interrupted email exchanges. Given that, I didn’t want to disappoint her. On approaching the dungeon door I was ushered in. Confronting me was a true masochist’s dream. Mistress Madox is tall, stunningly attractive, and raven-haired with a shapely and powerful body. She has a real physical presence that is evident immediately. Most strikingly she towered  above me despite the fact that the long, elegant, leather boots she was wearing were flat-soled (By the way I discovered the reason for that later when she proceeded to use them to trample and stamp on my naked, prone body). As we talked through the session and how it might proceed, other qualities became evident. Mistress Madox is approachable, intelligent, charming, and, it seemed to me at least, just a little mischievous. She also radiates a quiet assurance. She doesn’t have to shout or raise her voice. Instead Mistress Madox coaxes you into her world of dominance and submission. Partly for this reason it is easy to relax in her presence even on first meeting.

However, once the session is underway she slips effortlessly into her very professional, sadistic persona. After the initial consultation was over, Mistress Madox suddenly threw one of her garments over my head and gripped tight. Unable to see I found myself stumbling in a disorientated fashion as I was frogmarched down a corridor. The hood was finally removed and I found myself in a very realistic, fully-equipped jail cell. This was ideal as I enjoy a prison punishment and interrogation scenario and Mistress Madox proceeded to play that out to perfection adding some unexpected twists of her own. She thoughtfully interpreted and adapted the scenario we had discussed earlier and made very good use of the Stockport Dungeon’s excellent facilities. In her role as the prison’s head of discipline and chief interrogator, she stripped me and chained me up. An array of instruments—belts, straps, and paddles—together with nipple clamps were placed on the floor in front of me as Mistress Madox menacingly told me to prepare myself. She then pulled on a pair of leather gloves and began a volley of face slaps. She moved in close so I could feel her presence before surprising me with some delicious knees in the groin. Belly punching with boxing gloves followed before the punishment culminated with some hard ball kicking. Needless to say after an hour of this treatment I ultimately answered all of Mistress Madox’s questions and made my confession. What I particularly enjoyed about the session were some of the imaginative touches Mistress Madox introduced particularly an unexpected twist in the narrative that I won’t go into here (you had to be there!), using my own belt to whip me, and suddenly bringing in another mistress to act as as a prison guard to assist in the beating.

I have sessioned with several people over the past thirty years or so and nearly all have been enjoyable experiences. However, Mistress Madox certainly ranks among the very best mistresses I have had the pleasure of engaging with. Indeed I would say that this was arguably the best first session I have ever had. Mistress Madox is a genuine sadist who takes a quiet, understated delight in what she does.  She is an intoxicating, almost hypnotic mix of brains and beauty. Mistress Madox also strikes a balance between being safety conscious and being imaginative, intimidating, and forceful. As a result, I would imagine that she can take even hardened masochists to their limits and beyond with due care for their welfare. If you get the chance to session with this talented, skilled, and accomplished mistress I would seize the opportunity with both hands. You won’t regret it. Certainly I long to be in her formidable presence again.

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I reached my Nirvana – PSW

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A testimonial from My dear loyal PSW back in 2012.

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I waited feverously in the warm well lit dungeon that the perfect Mistress Madox sessions within, my heart beating fast and loudly, and then down the corridor I hear the sounds of a stiletto heel slowly coming towards me. Closer and closer the clicks of a sharp heel on a wooden floor got louder and louder and my heart raced more and more.

Then suddenly silence. The heels stop outside the door. My eyes are fixed awaiting  the sight of a goddess. I hear a gentle intake of breath, my every sense on maximum alert, then slowly the door opens and a shining angel in black and red stands before me, silhouetted by the light of the corridor, a black haired goddess and I thought that my heart would skip a beat at this point.

Slowly Mistress Madox glided into the chamber, superior in every way, and towered over me in her dark black boots. My eyes are transfixed as this vision of perfection addressed me. Mistress is a good 6 feet tall in her heels, powerfully built with long dark hair and alabaster skin, with a full figure, that would not be out of place on the catwalks of Milan.  Piercing eyes saw through my skin and stared straight into my sole. I was speechless, transfixed by mistress’s beauty.

Mistress Madox is not a rock hard dominatrix, she never raises her voice and shouts, she does not need to, but is delightfully cruel with a hypnotic laugh and takes immense pleasure in tormenting her subjects and slowly tests them and gradually increases punishments taking you further and further away from the vanilla world into mistresses wonderful world of pleasure (hers) and pain (yours).

Mistress informed me that I would be pushed further than I had ever been pushed previously, my pain threshold, with other less enlightened mistresses, had always previously been low, and I could not take much CBT and NT and the merest tap of the cane made me scream. “Trust me”, mistress whispered and with that I was hers, totally under her spell.

The session commenced with mistress testing my limits with heels slowly pressing into my pressure points and feeling the discomfort building inside of me. Next was nipple torment, one of the Mistresses great delights is applying pegs and cloverleaf clamps to her miscreants’ nipples and seeing the pain in your eyes before ripping the clamps off.

I was then instructed to position myself over the whipping bench where I was slowed spanked, each blow rising in intensity, and I counted each wonderful application of mistresses hand upon my bottom. I could feel my ass slowly becoming more and more redder, until mistress instructed me that I was now ready for the paddle. Again each blow of the paddle grew harder, with the odd gentle blow, followed by a harder more intense stroke. Wave after wave of pleasure broke over me as the majesty of Mistress Madox reigned over me, supreme in every way, her right arm delivering reminders of her divinity that was felt throughout my entire body. My bottom was being attacked but my soul had been surrendered.

Once properly prepared mistress had an idea for a new more cruel method of CBT, and gently laughed as her plan of punishment formed in her mind. This was no standard scripted session; mistress does not work in that manner, but a dynamic evolving ever changing session. Released from the whipping bench I was fitted with a ball parachute, spreader bar between my ankles, nipple clamps fitted with a short chain between the ends, and a chain leash fastened around my neck. Mistress unveiled a large amount of very heavy chain and attached this to the parachute. My balls felt the weight of the heavy chain and strained as they were pulled downwards towards the floor.

Mistress smiled, not a good sign for me, and fed the chain under the leg spreader and then up though the chain between my nipples and then attach the leash from my neck and over a metal bar over and in front of my head and finally down to a ratchet . Mistress laughed, a worse sign for me, and slowly the ratchet was turned taking up the slack on the chain, pulling my balls down and my nipples further away from my body. Pain exploded everywhere, my balls screamed, my nipples ached, yet mistress corrected my posture, “head up, shoulders back, and deep breaths”. My body responded to Mistresses command and the pain became bearable, my body was adapting to be mistresses pain toy. “Click”, the ratchet moves forward one notch, which pulls the chains further away. Mistress Madox smiled and laughed, admiring her handiwork. “Click” after “Click” rang out around the chamber, as mistress moves the handle of the ratchet, and more CBT and NT are applied synchronously to my frame. Mistress is certainly pushing my limits, yet I have found a serenity, the pain has subsided, and been replaced by pleasure and I am completely ensconced in Mistresses perfect world. “Click, Click, Click, Click” results in more and more pleasure.

Mistress is not satisfied yet and is insatiable today, with her mind leaping forward in a completely different direction. “Electrics !!!”, and electrodes are fitted to my cock, and soon my body is dancing to the rhythm of Mistress Madox, her hand on the controls of the electrics box, has me dancing to her tune. Slowly at first, a waltz, moving across the ballroom of my cock in a slow rhythm, gently rolling over me in a slow movement. This build up slowly to a foxtrot, as sharp flicks of electricity daintily fire, then to the tango, where deep pulse fire into my balls, and then fireworks erupt in a mad electro punk rave as the electric current plays its tune over the shaft and into my penis head which screams in exquisite agony. Higher and higher the dial goes, Mistress encourages me, obviously enjoying every second, “you can take it”, “just a little more”, and I want to take the pain that Mistress is proving me, I want to take it for her. Suddenly the dance is over, the electrics die down, I am breathless, not believing the sensations that I am experiencing.

Mistress is not finished yet, it’s a symphony that Mistress is conducting. Act 1 might be over but there is no intermission, act 2 has begun, Mistress has her electrical baton, and directs her electrical orchestra to start the next dance. Dance after dance explode over me, never the same tune, never the same length, always a different intensity. I am mistress’s puppet, her marionette, and she causes me to twitch and vibrate at a flick of switch and the turn of a dial. Adrenaline and endorphins course though my body, leaving me on a huge high, my mind swimming in a sea of pleasure. Finally the dance is over, the electric orchestra packed away and I am freed from my chains.

However the session is not over, all the session has built into this one moment, can I take the cane.

I am lead into place and secured again on the whipping bench, with my bottom presented to Mistress, still pulsing and warm from the paddle previously. Mistress selects two canes and places them before me, my instruments of fear teasing me. “Take a good look”, Mistress instructs me, before blindfolding me. “It’s no fun if you can see the strokes coming”, as Mistress gently chuckles.

I hear the cane being picked up and slowly cleaned with antiseptic wipes, before the swish of the cane is heard flying through the air, but it does not land, the is mistresses torment, never knowing when you will meet destiny. Swish, swish the teasing continues, before the first blow lands. “1” I count, “2” as the second stroke kisses my bottom, “3,4,5,6” follow in quick succession then “7,8,9,10”, all landing in separate places, making perfect tram lines across my bottom. “11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20” are all counted out. I can’t believe it, taking 20 strokes of the cane would have been impossible only a short time before, but now under Mistress Madoxs control and guidance I’d done it. The feeling was unbelievable.

I felt the second cane being picked up, and the first cane was places back next to me. The swish of the second cane was different to the first, lots more whip and flex in it, and I could feel and hear it swaying back and forth just above my head. In my euphoria I had forgotten about the second cane. In my mind’s eye I could see mistresses smile, she knew I thought it was over, but that is another part of the physiological element of Mistress Madox. She gets inside you head and plays with your mind, making the session work on so many more different levels.

Another 20 strokes fell, slowly and methodically adding to the marks already present from the first cane, much sharper blows, more intense, but mistress had prepared me well, she knew me better than I knew myself. My mistress knew what I was capable of and slowly she took me there. I’d reached my Nirvana.

A night to remember!

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Its not often that your Mistress writes about things that happen outside of the chambers let alone an in depth description of sessions I’ve had. I prefer to keep things private unless My slaves are fine with My sharing.  Or I will post what they have written in the form of their own testimonial which has as much detail as they feel comfortable enough to share.

Today’s post is something different entirely!

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Since letting go of My chambers and the stress of life in the city, I’ve been renting the chambers in Ashton. This has afforded Me the mental freedom to start enjoying BDSM in a lifestyle capacity outside of dungeon like I used to. Its great to let My hair down and on this occasion I invited My non Dominatrix friend over for the evening for fun and games with My slave @carbootslave. I’ve known carbootslave for a few years now since the very first time I invited him over to clean My house and do My ironing and pay for My food shopping. He comes to Manchester once every few months from Scotland to serve Me. After years of his service I decided it was time to have some real fun with him. So I did!!

The look of amusement on My non Dominatrix friends face was priceless. She isn’t quite vanilla but she hasn’t ever experienced a slave/Domme situation either. She is naturally stunningly beautiful and having known her for 19 years, I can honestly say, she is still as stunning as the first time I ever met her as a teen and equally as demanding of men to serve her in every way possible. As teens and growing up together, you cannot imagine the madness We used to and still do get up to on a night out. Equally as mischievous, people often ask us if we are sisters. I knew this night was going to be a night to remember… and it was!

I started the night by meeting My slave at the station. He is pathetic and cannot drive. He is so messy and useless at every other task I set him that he is probably safer off the road. Especially on a visit to see Me, he can barely eat or think straight let alone drive a car safely.

I took him from the station to an all you can eat Indian buffet. The waiter asked us for a name to add to the table so I gave the name ‘worm’ which was added to the final bill. The waiter looked at My slave who was obviously beaming with pride and embarrassment and then smirked. ‘Ok’ he said laughing and left us to choose our food. Normally I tell My slave what he can and cannot eat. Once I made him go to a Chinese buffet and eat only brown and beige food and nothing green or red or remotely healthy, followed by eating all My left overs. Suffice to say he was very sick with all that MSG and oil, much to My delight :) So in retrospect on this occasion I decided to allow him full freedom to eat what he wanted. I wanted him to be in full health for the things we had planned.

After him requesting for and paying the bill for ‘worm’ W/we left the restaurant to go and collect My vanilla friend. I toyed with the idea of arriving with My slave in the boot of My car, but the boot was full of gifts that I had requested him buy for us that there was no room.

After collecting My friend we went to the local supermarket where I ordered My slave to go and buy Me a bottle of Rioja whilst My friend and I sat in the car scheming ;)

We arrived at My house and My slave immediately dropped to his knees from the moment he carried in Our presents. We received our wine, cards, flowers and My lovely Elemis. Not content with him kissing Our feet I ordered him to strip down and wear just a thong. The fun had already started for Me from the moment I collected him from the station, it was now My friends turn!

“Take a photo of Us” She demanded. My slave pressing the camera button was unable to take a decent photo that was not shaky. Repeatedly he messed up the shots. For every shot he ruined he was rewarded with a kick in the balls by Me. Eventually We grew so tired of how pathetic he was that We ordered him to go into the ‘stupid corner’ and face the wall. Which is he where he stayed whilst My friend kicked him in the bottom with her very sharp sexy stiletto ankle boots.All the while telling him how pathetic and useless he was.

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After some time in the corner I decided it was time to have him to amuse us by running around the garden under the 500W security floodlights in his thong first and later naked. My house and garden are very large and overlooked by about 6 houses. As he was running around the garden, the security floodlights were going on in the other gardens too alerting the neighbours to his antics. Meanwhile My friend and I were choking and laughing. I’m sure the neighbours saw him. So what if they did? I just didn’t care. I still don’t lol.

We made him do ballet dancing, star jumps, run in circles and crawl around. All whilst wearing a slave hood and later running naked in the pink shower cap.

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Once he was back in the house I made him crawl around with a cleaning cloth whilst sniffing the floor to make sure there were no dirty parts on the carpet walked in from the garden including any grass and bugs. My friend and I laughed watching his skinny bottom up in the air and his face down just sniff sniff sniffing continuously.

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Once he confirmed that the carpet was indeed clean, We sent him into the kitchen where he was ordered to eat the squishy remains of My home made apple and cinnamon crumble minus the crumble. It looked like vomit, but tasted great. He was lucky I didn’t make him eat real vomit from a plate.

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Once he had finished his plate I decided it was time to have My feet massaged. After a while of tolerating his poor efforts to massage My feet We decided he may be of more use as a human footstool. Surely this would be more relaxing than his massage attempts.

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The footstool was then followed by a musical dancing interlude as My slave gyrated and sang to us about how much he loved cock and dildos whilst rubbing himself grotesquely like a slut. We laughed hysterically.

By this point My friend and I were very relaxed and decided to retire to the study to look at photos We’d taken and laugh at things on the internet. My slave of course was not allowed to partake or enjoy the photos and so he was left at the bottom on the stairs hog tied and left to sleep. At one point My feet were cold and I decided to have him as a footrest under My computer desk to warm them up. It was approaching 1am by this point and I decided that after some shoe, boot and foot worship, I would send My slave on his way home to his hotel in a taxi.

I asked My friend about what she thought about the night. She said ” I wasn’t that shocked really, But then we’ve always done crazy shit and always will, it felt very normal to me and it was fun”…..another Mistress in the making perhaps?

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(Please note, I do not offer this kind of session at home to just anyone. It was a rare occasion at home with a friend. I have shared this because I felt it was something fun and different. This post is in no way advertising sessions at My home and this is definitely not on offer so DO NOT ASK. I hope you enjoyed the post)

‘Symbiotic Sadist’ Testimonial by V slave

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Is there such a thing as a perfect stroke of the cane? One that produces not just pain but also creates a sense of immediate euphoria? A stroke that opens doors inside the mind to explore new sensations and feelings rather than just the pathos of wondering why you’re here being hit with a stick? It would have to be delivered after a long and slow warm up of the highest possible standard. The timing, placement and force would need to be flawless. Allowances would need to be made for the recipient’s unique pain threshold. Also the pause since the previous stroke would require immaculate timing. Is it possible? Any Mistress capable of delivering a stroke like this would have to be amazing, wouldn’t she? Mistress Madox has just delivered ten such strokes consecutively and shows no signs of stopping soon. Every single stroke is just on my threshold.

Earlier I am on my knees as Mistress Madox puts a collar on me. Today I will be caned. I admit to being very nervous as she takes me over to her whipping bench. I have had quite a few bad experiences with other mistresses. Mistress assures me this will be different. This will be special. Mistress doesn’t lie.

Imagine yourself imprisoned on a raft of towels, afloat in a sea of pain. Just you and the Tigress that is Mistress Madox. She controls the waves in this sea. It’s your dream too? Never mind. The waves are all coherent and harmonic. She makes them so.  She could consume you anytime but chooses not to. Escape is never possible. For some reason I don’t want to escape. Neither would you. This is her domain. I feel privileged just to be here. Comfortable almost. I’d like to adapt to the conditions around me but see no way of doing so. Instead I just sweat, awaiting the storm that is coming. All control relinquished. The life of pain induced euphoria begins.

Mistress Madox begins a ritual of laying various implements on the floor in front of me. Doesn’t every submissive long to be part of an unknown ritual? Fear butterflies occupy my mind. This is an act of my submission to her and not a punishment so no strokes need to be counted. I trust her implicitly or I would not be here. She leaves me to contemplate. Two straps, one short and one long, both made of leather. Two paddles, one with holes, again leather. A very thin, slightly curved cane, placed deliberately to taunt me like a cruel smile. Together they form a face of which Picasso would be proud. A face of imminent pain. Mistress never stops being creative. I wonder which of the five implements on the floor in front of me she will use first when it hits me. Her right hand that is. It stings of course. Mistress is really much stronger than she looks. The warm up has started. She enjoys spanking. She continues with straps, then the paddles and finally a flogger she had been hiding. They all hurt of course, that is the point. Yet it is also invigorating. Then she picks up the cane she has been saving until last and we move up to a new level, one I haven’t experienced before despite being whipped and caned by a lots of different Mistresses over the years. Never so methodical. Never with such purpose. For once it’s a journey and not an ordeal.

The sight of Mistress Madox in thigh boots wielding a cane is worth the inflicted pain which follows. She is a beautiful vision of elegance, poise and power. Amazing authority. Perfect balance. Not pretending to be a Mistress like some. She is a very real Mistress. This sight would be one of the modern wonders of the world, were I in charge of modern wonder selection. Perhaps it is a good thing I’m not in charge of modern wonder selection as finding six equivalent wonders would prove troublesome.

In between strokes, Mistress whispers from her enchanting red lips the secret of why this is different to all my past canings. A simple secret. An obvious but elusive secret. Finding my submission point seems so easy for her, yet so difficult for others. There is joy in her eyes. She could hit me much, much harder than this but knows she doesn’t need to. She is a symbiotic sadist. Traveling beyond to the undiscovered country will never be an option. This is refreshing as in the past I seem to have bounced between psychotic sadists and lethargic sadists, neither of which are true sadists as neither appear never to enjoy their work. Mistress Madox is really enjoying herself. Water is offered and gratefully received. I sweat some more.

Mistress stares deeply into my eyes and asks me to take more. She has the voice, and she’s using it. Surprisingly few mistresses have the voice. The one you have to obey. The one that makes the hairs on your back stand up. The word no isn’t in my vocabulary anymore. She doesn’t need my permission to take me beyond this point. I just want her to do whatever pleases her and tell her so. It is important to me that Mistress is happy.  Mistress wants more. Mistress always wants more. Mistress always gets what she wants. Sometimes pain can be beautiful.

Endorphins and encephalins cascade towards euphoric receptor sites inside my body. A natural high occurs in tandem with the perfectly timed waves of pain. The next stroke sends me crashing to a pain fuelled low. Dynorphins cut in to complete the experience. Pure bliss. A perfect dynamic oscillation of high and low. Meanwhile adrenaline and noradrenaline form a comedy double act, ‘The Fight or Flight brothers’, as I am capable of neither. Strangely I still wouldn’t want to leave if I could and certainly wouldn’t ever fight with Mistress Madox, I really like her and she’d probably win. Bad adrenaline for suggesting such a thing. Being strapped to her whipping bench makes fight or flight an irrelevant joke anyway.  All my senses seem enhanced. The induced feeling of euphoria continues throughout the session and beyond. Haiku’s form.

Mistress Madox smiles.

Bamboo rain makes Blossom float.

Beauty conquers beast.

Her voice penetrates,

Red lips paralyse my mind.

Her eyes hypnotise.

Eventually Mistress is happy, delivering a flawless warm down with a flogger.  Still keeping me at my pain barrier. Less intense but more frequent strokes keep me there. Even now I cannot believe she took me to that point and kept me there so long with just a cane and her cruel smile. I’d also have considered betting she couldn’t ever produce another perfect session again but now I know better.  I suspect you do too, don’t you?

Afterwards I feel rejuvenated. Alive. The euphoria comes and goes for the next few days. The world feels like a better place to live in once more. When it doesn’t I will plan my next visit to Mistress Madox.

‘Symbiotic Sadist’ Testimonial by V slave

‘Empathy, Encouragement and Enforcement’ – Testimonial by Extreme slave

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My search for a new Mistress had brought me to Mistress Madox’s well-appointed and spotlessly clean chambers conveniently very close to rail links in Manchester. As I sat in the pre-session consultation area, I was just so overawed by the presence of this beautiful tall apparition in front of me. Mistress Madox is stunningly attractive and is clearly the best looking Mistress I have ever had the privilege to serve. We discussed my experiences and then established that Mistress was to seek out and stretch my limits, tolerance expansion as She called it. This would be done on particular favourites of mine, NT, CBT, Electrics and CP.  Into the chamber and I was first collared and then attached to the star frame for some exploratory NT & CBT work.

This consisted of some clamping, parachute weights and a little nipple whipping with a flat ended crop which I found very interesting. The first impression of Mistress’s domination style was revealing in that it is quiet and determined. She uses the three E’s in her control, Empathy, Encouragement and Enforcement.

Mistress has a very warm personality and likes to chat in the session but it was soon time for CP, so over the whipping bench I was ordered to go and strapped down, then I was ready for a warm up. This consisted of several different implements all working their way up to the real thing, Mistress’s canes! Dice were thrown to establish the number of strokes I was to receive and it was 90.

Mistress did not hold back on these and I was soon struggling to take the heavy strokes, at 20 I thought that I’m never going to get through this and at 30 I was in mild panic. However Mistress was very encouraging and delivered the strokes in sets of ten with a breather after each set. I realised that I was resigned to my fate, as this imperious Mistress delivers with a capital D.

Finally it was over but little did I realise that there was tougher stuff in the next section.  On to the bondage bench and more NT, CBT and electrics. Well, this is where I received the experience of a life time. Firstly Mistress applied electrics to my member and started slowly with a trickle. This was gradually increased until I was screaming with Mistress clearly enjoying herself.

Next the nipples got the same treatment, they were already very sore from her cruel attention and I was transported to a way out place on my limits by this very talented, determined Lady. Oh! did She apply some pain and I reacted as one would expect, reduced to a whimpering mess.

The best bit was yet to come, electrodes were applied to my testes and it started all over again. Mistress carefully and skilfully ramping up the juice until I was screaming again even through the gag that had been inserted in my mouth.

This time the beautifully cruel Mistress didn’t stop, the power just increasing slowly, She applied more and more and I was transported unto another place. All of a sudden the pain was irrelevant despite it being acute but I was in a state of bliss and a heavenly feeling came over me. What had happened was that this wonderful, accomplished, talented and determined Mistress had made me for the first time in my life, cross the First Threshold of Pain.  It is a well-known and documented state of being and there is a lot of historical evidence to prove it is a genuine and real condition.

After some hot wax play and more really hard NT and CBT with the vicious crocodile clamps the session ended.

I have to say that this was categorically the best first session ever in 40 years of sessioning and also ranks with the very best sessions I have ever had. Mistress Madox is a careful caring BDSM player and took me to new heights that I have only ever dreamed of.

To partake in serious pain play one needs the right Mistress and believe me Mistress Madox is the real deal.

Her style is beguilingly calm but boy can She deliver, again as I said using the three E’s She attains the desired end results.

Mistress Madox is a true sadist, beautifully cruel and is thoroughly recommended by me for any level of play, you will not be disappointed.

 

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