A testimonial from My dear loyal PSW back in 2012.

Review

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.

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.

 

“What on earth have I gotten myself into?” I thought as I sat on the park bench, watching the time on my mobile phone slowly tick away.  It was 11.50am, just ten minutes from my agreed one hour session with the mysterious, as-yet unknown Mistress Madox.  My nerves were overwhelming me, but in my mind, I kept telling myself “This is something I have to do.  I have to prove to myself that I can do this … and I’m going to enjoy it…” and before I knew it, it was 12 Noon.

I telephoned Mistress and spoke to her at the agreed meeting point, not too far from Piccadilly Train Station.  It was very easy to find, and the area was quiet and discrete, which put my mind at ease … a little, anyway!  I was directed into the building, and despite not hearing Mistress correctly and going completely the wrong way, I called again and was directed into the right area.

As I approached Mistress, I was overwhelmed by her intoxicating beauty and flawless physical appearance.  This was my first proper bondage/bdsm session, and I knew it had gotten off to a superb start.  I cannot overemphasize just how beautiful Mistress Madox is.

“You’re so tall…” I shyly said, turning red as I usually do.  “How did you expect me to look?” replied Mistress in a calm, controlled, yet authoritative voice.  “I’m … not sure …” I was faltering already.  I think Mistress could tell I was exceptionally nervous, so she directed me into the kitchen and handed me a bottle of water.  As I sat down, shaking and dying inside, Mistress sat across the table from me, drinking her water.  She smiled, brushed her hair from her face and took the time to talk to me and calm me down.

Over the next 15-20 minutes, we discussed all manner of things to help calm me down (which I will not go into here) and Mistress then read out my list of preferred activities, which embarrassed me greatly.  However, Mistress mentioned she liked almost everything on the list and would be more than happy to help me indulge these fantasies.  Mistress could tell I was being emotionally tortured due to her reading out my list, and she mentioned she was enjoying seeing me so uncomfortable and said she was “getting her rocks off already…”

Due to her initial kindness and talkative, friendly nature, Mistress made me feel at ease and showed me around her spotlessly clean and tidy dungeon.  Little did I know that the Goddess that I was talking to was about to turn into my Bondage Mistress for the next sixty minutes.

After dispensing with the pleasantries, Mistress made me take off my clothes (except my boxers) as she got ready for the session.  Her outfit was stunning and revealing, but left enough to the imagination.  From the very first second of the session, Mistress was a very different person; most definitely not the lady who I was calmly speaking to just a few moments earlier in the kitchen.  The real Mistress Madox is a spellbinding, captivating, strong and powerful lad, who demands servitude – and gets it.

Mistress made me kneel in front of her throne with my head touching the floor.  My body was shaking with a mixture of nerves and anticipation for what was in store.  Little did I know, the next sixty minutes was going to be a wonderful concoction of pain, discomfort, humiliation, servitude, utter bliss and satisfaction.  Wrist restraints/chains were attached to my wrists and a collar was placed around my neck.  I could feel the total loss of control already as I submitted my mind to Mistress Madox.  She spoke to me, asking if I was okay, as she noticed me sniff a few times.  I briefly mentioned I had some allergies, to which Mistress laughed.  She then spoke to me sternly and said “If you sneeze during the session I’ll make you eat your own snot.”.  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but it truly was music to my ears.  As thoughts of this dirty scenario ran through my head, I felt myself submit to Mistress even more.  “Yes” I thought.  “I would definitely do that if she told me to”.

After a few squeezes of my nipples, I was told to stand and was then chained to a cross in the corner of the room.  I felt embarrassed as my penis grew hard.  In my formulative years, I had always repressed my thoughts of bondage/bdsm due to my strict, religious upbringing, but as I stood, helpless on the cross with Mistress smiling at me, I was in total ecstasy … and the session hadn’t even really started.
Mistress wheeled a chair across to me and sat down, before attempting to attach a parachute to my balls.  Unfortunately, it didn’t fit, so Mistress tied my balls with rope instead.  The pleasure was immense as the ropes were tightly – but not too tightly – tied around my balls.  Clamps were attached to my nipples, and Mistress pulled on them a little which hurt more than I could possibly imagine – it was incredibly difficult to endure, but amazing nonetheless.  I had tried nipple torture at home, but had always chickened out after only a few seconds.  Although Mistress only applied very mild nipple torture, it was a great introduction for me, and hopefully I can please her more in the future with it if I can cope with the pain.

Weights were then placed on the rope attached to my balls, which dragged them a little to the floor.  The weights weren’t as heavy or as painful as I anticipated, but who was I to ask Mistress for more?  At one point, Mistress began to kick the weights with her boots, sending them swinging back and forth.  This increased the pressure slightly, and I began to bend my knees to compensate.  I was immediately told to stand up straight.  I felt like a disobedient schoolboy who had been told off by the teacher.  I felt even naughtier afterwards, as I caught a wonderful glimpse of Mistress’ underwear as she kicked the weights once again.  Instinctively, I turned to the side and tried my best not to look.  Mistress would probably have punished me for looking (and probably will if she’s reading this).

The nipple clamps were then removed and Mistress brought her body incredibly close to mine.  She mentioned something she tried with other slaves, and that it wasn’t on my list … but she proceeded to do it anyway.  As I was helplessly chained to the cross, Mistress began to tickle my sides and armpits as her head was close to mine.  It was an amazing feeling as Mistress mercilessly tickled me, laughing to herself and breathing down my neck at the same time.  The feeling of Mistress’ body so close to mine, and the helpless situation I was in was again … bliss!  I just wish I could have been tickled for longer, but Mistress elected to try something else.

Mistress asked me if I had ever been spanked.  “No” I answered.  Mistress pulled my ball rope (still attached) and dragged me to her throne, before telling me to place myself over her knee, ready for a spanking.  I had difficulty at first, as I had never been over anyone’s knee before, but after a few adjustments I was in place and feeling incredibly exposed.  I started to really accept my fate at this point.  I was totally immersed in the situation.  The spanking that followed was very enjoyable for me, and Mistress also seemed to be having fun.  She also mentioned it was a great stress reliever for her.  After approximately 30 spanks, I was told to stand.  Then, Mistress explained to me that I would have to count each spank and thank her after each set of 10.  Mistress spanked me much harder towards the end of the sets, and it was a joy to be able to receive them.

Then it was time for the corporal punishment.  I was chained to a bench of sorts and mistress started to flog me with various implements; paddles, floggers, and … a cane.  Luckily for me, the larger thicker cane was used, which caused me a great deal of thudding pain, but Mistress told me it would have been much more painful if she had used the thinner whippier one.  Perhaps she was going easy on me because it was my ‘first time’ as a slave, and I was grateful for it.  I definitely struggled during this part of the session, but the feeling of achievement after what must have been a very relaxed and mild caning for Mistress was overwhelmingly good.  I’m not sure I’d be able to cope with the thinner cane, or much harder strokes, but perhaps I will improve over time.

The final part of the session involved me being strapped to a bench and having my wrists chained below me.  I felt very exposed as Mistress produced a Violet Wand to help me experience some electrics.  Mistress said she would tease me with pleasure but then punish me by inflicting pain, and that’s exactly what she did.  It was wonderful.  The wand was painful but filled me with ecstasy, and the vibrator used on me after this teased and tormented me.  I find it very difficult to come anywhere close to ‘finishing’, but did not wish to during the session, as I don’t believe it is appropriate (neither does Mistress, which is definitely a good thing).  I didn’t enjoy the vibrator as much as I thought I would … and I was actually longing for the Violet Wand once again!

Mistress mentioned that I became accustomed to the pain quickly, which made me very happy and proud of my performance.  Lastly, to “seal the deal”, as Mistress put it, I was given some hot wax torture.  Mistress kindly dripped candle wax on my penis and balls, and the pain was unlike anything I’d experienced before, but in a good way.  I actually longed to have my balls covered in wax!  As Mistress applied the wax, I zoned out and enjoyed the situation.  I pictured myself being gagged and restricted by my wrists and ankles in chains, strapped to the bench with a blindfold on, being forced to receive more wax.  Maybe in the future!

And then came the end of the session.  The hour had flown by, and while I’m sure it was a very mild session for Mistress, it was tough yet rewarding for me.  Mistress mentioned that I was in ‘subspace’, and I think she was right.  After having a brief chat with Mistress about the session, I asked if she would consider seeing me again.  Luckily for me, she accepted, and I have already booked my next session.  All I can say is that Mistress is absolutely wonderful.  She took me on a thrill-ride of bondage, bdsm and discovery like I’ve never experienced before, and I’m yearning for more.

“All stories, journeys and adventures in life start with context. By rule I’m generally quite a creative and dominant individual but, every now and again the urge to surrender control takes over me. I hadn’t seen a professional mistress in years. Mine had retired in 2011 and I didn’t think I would see another. The draw, the undeniable magnetic attraction and chemistry now belonged to the past, a chapter closed in my life, not to be revisited. I was wrong. Every now and again the urge to seek out a potential replacement entered my mind like an immovable splinter; it was something that would eventually cause a chain reaction, an inescapable chain of events that would lead to me being sat here typing this.

I researched extensively all of the available options in the North West. Some professional mistress I reviewed had the air of a sex worker that had simply chose to diversify into the world of BDSM. Tacky, cheap without any air of enigma, mystery, intelligence or class. Others exuded a deluded sense of narcissism claiming to be something unique when in fact they were rather dull, generic, lacking in imagination and originality.  That simply wouldn’t do for me; I’m quite scientific by nature, if I was going to take a step back into this world again it had to be with someone who was different, someone who captured my imagination. A rose doesn’t have to do anything to identify itself as being special within a garden. Amongst all the other flowers it effortlessly stands out with its soft velvet petals, sweet scent and thorns for those who do not show respect and come too close. Upon finding Mistress Madox’s website I knew I had found what I’d been looking for all along. I was mesmerized, and captivated by the images, her face digitally hidden from the eyes of those surveying her website. Why had she hidden her image? Extensive trips into every search engine yielded no results. I was both fascinated and terrified, I’d found my unique rose, my imagination captured, all other options now became redundant and defunct.  Initially I didn’t make contact, some of the stories and testimonials did quite frankly terrify me. I had full knowledge of what Mistress Madox was capable of. I’d seen the photos showing her considerable skill in corporal punishment an area that I was fairly uncomfortable with. Pain is a very personal response to a stimulus, in some cases an individual may be able to tolerate massive amounts of pain to one area but not another. For me corporal punishment filled me with fear but it was something that Mistress Madox clearly excelled in and enjoyed.

I would find myself continually drifting off in work, checking for updates on her twitter feed, her website. Scouring every minutiae piece of information, building an appropriate level of understanding. I knew I only had one chance of approaching, failure to do it properly would result in the petals closing denying me access to something incredible. So I wrote a very short polite and concise e mail introducing myself requesting the opportunity to meet her. The reply arrived in my inbox within 24 hrs. Even the very sight of an e mail from her caused my adrenalin glands to dump vast quantities of nor adrenalin into my bloodstream, causing me to turn bright red on a lunch break surrounded by colleagues, a fact I shared in my reply to Mistress Madox which amused her greatly. I was given a window of time in which to call her to discuss my areas of interest further. If an e mail had caused an adrenalin rush, the prospect of calling her had me on the verge of a heart attack.

I stood there, her number dialed in. All I had to do was press the big green button to connect the call. I could feel my vocal chords tighten, both pulse rate and breathing rate through the roof. I had to walk away 3 times and drink some water, saying to myself  “you speak to people all the time on the phone, this is no different”. Who was I trying to kid? This was different, this was very different. A shaking nervous finger eventually hit the big green button, then it rang, then it connected. Then my fate was sealed. At the end of the phone was an incredibly well educated, articulate, dulcet yet authoritative voice. Soothing, hypnotic yet with an undeniable air of effortless power. Like a sirens call my fate was sealed. We conversed about the e mail conversations we’d had, and possible ideas for a session. I was instructed to create two e mails. One identifying when I would like a session and a second which was to be essentially a kink novel describing ideas/fantasies to provide a foundation of understanding that Mistress Madox could build upon to ensure the session delivered. On the 29/01/14 I booked a two hour session. A creative, intelligent and let’s not forget sadistic mind cannot be rushed. Creation and kink are an art form that needs to be delivered unhurried by an artist and I’d requested quite an array of activities. Although it was only 10 days, I have never felt time drag so slowly. I felt like a child counting down to Christmas, “only 4 more sleeps left”. The week leading up to the session I couldn’t sleep. I would continually check my phone at stupid o clock in the morning to see if there had been any updates to her site or any further e mails sent.

The morning of the session was incredible. You walk through the streets with everyday people passing you. If they only knew the activities and privilege that was about to be bestowed upon you, to them you’re just another individual walking the streets. You look like anybody else going about your business. They are oblivious to the combination of fear and excitement coursing through your body as to what you are about to undertake. A step into the unknown, an appropriately exclusive world that only a selected and vetted few are permitted to enter.

I had been informed that the dungeon was approximately a 10 minute walk from Piccadilly train station. I waited there patiently watching the clock move closer to 13:00, people watching, making up imaginary background stories for the characters that walked passed me. Who was watching me? Am I just another commuter waiting for a train? That is the intricate fascination with the human condition. The mind. Who knows what goes on behind the masks we are forced to wear to conform.  I was soon to be freed of this, allowed to indulge my fantasies. My fate was approaching; I received a txt from Mistress Madox telling me that she had car trouble and may be 15 minutes late. I responded telling her I would patiently await further instructions (let’s be honest I was about to be at her mercy, any petulant reply would not have been a wise move). At 13:18 I was given my instructions and directions.

Stood outside the building I entered the property, it had been too late to avoid my fate from the second I had found her website, there was no turning back. It wasn’t fear so much that grabbed me but a heightened sense of awareness as the door opened  I was told to head straight into the pre session area, looking at the floor only. It was warm, spotlessly clean, lit beautifully with scented candles, and soft music was in the background. I was instructed to take a seat in a chair with my back facing the door I had just walked through .I complied. Mistress Madox’s voice was even more hypnotic in real life. I felt a latex hand gently caress my cheek and the soft delivery of a whispered message in my ear “put this on” as over my left shoulder I was handed a blindfold. I’d informed Mistress Madox that I wanted to earn the right to see her, and she was only too happy to oblige. The perfume mistress Madox was wearing is the most unique, floral, feminine, delicate and decadent scent that has ever stimulated my olfactory senses. It is intoxicating. It was combined with the inescapable sweet vanilla fragrance of latex accompanied by its symbiotic squeak and the sound of sharp heels striking the tiled floor.

Next I felt a collar being fitted securely around my neck accompanied with the instruction to begin to take my clothes off. As my shirt was unbuttoned I felt her fingers seek out my nipples and squeeze them between her forefinger and thumb. A sharp tweak accompanied by a sadistic giggle. I was stood there naked, vulnerable; I was at her mercy for the next two hours. “I have read your e mail very thoroughly. Are you ready?” my voice had deserted me; my vocal chords had gone as though an invisible hand was squeezing my throat. I very quietly managed to reply “Yes Mistress Madox”. I felt the distinctive click of a lead being attached to the collar I was wearing. I was led into the dungeon and instructed to kneel, blindfolded I had to trust every little instruction. “On your knees, face on the floor slave”. Mistress Madox then left me for no more than a minute yet it felt like an eternity. I heard her heels approaching, and her sitting down right in front of me. “Put your hands out” I obeyed immediately and felt my hands strike soft, warm PVC. I had commented on how incredible her PVC thigh high lace and buckle boots were having seen a photograph of them. They were now in my hands, I was ordered to run my hand up and down them, her pointed toe and heel ever so gently scraping past my exposed nether regions as I moved further up her leg preying that ball-busting was off the menu. “Now the other one” as I moved upwards Mistress Madox gently held my hands “My god your hands are cold”, I had been waiting at Piccadilly as I didn’t want to risk being late. With that she held them in her warm soft hands and rubbed them bringing much needed warmth and life back to them. With every kind act follows and evil one.

A wrist cuff was attached to the left wrist then the right and I was ordered to my feet. “Stand up walk backwards, there is a very small step do you feel it?” I nodded “good slave” despite being blindfolded I have no doubt there was a smile across her wicked lips. The wrist restraints were clipped in place on to steel framework. I was hers, I was going nowhere. “Your mine” and with that a sharp unseen slap landed between my legs. Waist and thigh restraints were added. Once again Mistress Madox left the room, by now my pulse had calmed slightly. For me bondage creates the polar opposite of restriction. An opportunity for mental and physical escapism. I was not going to do anything except accept my fate. Upon return a spreader bar was fitted, followed by something being attached to my balls. Now I felt Mistress Madox’s arms wrap around me, her body next to me, I could feel her PVC boots and latex attire touching me, her breath on my lips, and the tip of her nose gently touching mine. Unnervingly seductive, her cheek rested on mine as again softly whispered in my ear “I’ve attached a parachute to you. I’m going to start adding weights, I want you to take it, I want you to please me, do you understand?” as this was happening I could feel her playing with my nipples before clover clamps were added to the equation. “Yes mistress Madox” I’d been given a safe word, which I was hoping not to use. The weights began to be added, the pain grew and grew, then they were removed, then more were added. All whilst being in complete darkness. Then she moved up my body towards my already throbbing nipples and the clover clamps, squeezing and twisting them to increase their bite “do you think you deserve a little treat yet slave?”

“It’s entirely up to you Mistress Madox” this being said as the parachute swung back and forth. I was in agony loving every minute of it. “I think you deserve a little treat” and with that a finger slide under the blind fold, lifting it just a touch to allow me to look downwards. Before my eyes was the most sumptuous, latex corseted body I have ever laid eyes on accompanied by those devilish thigh high boots. I took in this incredible view for all of 5 seconds before the blindfold snapped back into place. Darkness again “if you want to see more you have to earn it slave”. Mistress then turned her attention back to my now throbbing nipples. My mouth was as dry as a bone, I asked if I could have a drink. Mistress very kindly returned to the chill area and came back with a bottle of water placing the plastic mouth piece against my lips. “This is my bottle slave, can you taste my lip gloss smeared all over it?” with that my taste buds were overcome with the sticky sweet flavour of strawberries. This must be how it tastes to kiss her, a privilege that will never happen, condemned to the realm of fantasy. Nipple torture then resumed as the clove clamps were attached to a rope “How many steps do you think you can take?” with that I felt the line tighten, then step after step and the rope became tighter and tighter. “That was only 3 steps” as the pressure was released “let’s try for 5”. With that the process was repeated only this time the clover clamp came off causing massive amounts of pain to surge through me, all accompanied with the sound of her laughing at my predicament. Once the clamps had come off, I hoped that was the end of it. Not a chance, yet again I felt Mistress Madox’s finger and thumbs seek out my destroyed nipples. “Awwww did that hurt? Don’t worry your nipples are still intact”

“Yes Mistress Madox, please, please don’t put them back on” I got my wish; sadly I hadn’t thought it through “OK I won’t put them back on, I’ll be kind” this soft statement was followed by the swish and then harsh impact of a leather riding crop on my nipple. Left then right, repeated over and over again whilst the parachute which had been fitted with a rope and fed under the spreader bar was yanked sharply upwards. It was intense, painful, exquisite all accompanied by the sound of her laughing at the damage she was administering perfectly. “I think you’ve almost earned the right to see me” with that my wrists were unclipped from the frame to allowing the circulation to return, again her hand gently stroked my face, a finger nail tracing the lines of my lip. “Are you ready to see me?”

“Yes Mistress” with this my collar and lead was grabbed, spreader bar still attached and I was lead into the centre of the dungeon. Next Mistress Madox reached behind my head undoing the velcro of the blindfold and removed it. Even though it had been removed I kept my eyes closed, the only barrier now being my eyelids. I’d waited months for this moment, months. I took in two deep and much needed breaths before opening my eyes. What was before me was the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. Standing at around 6ft 2 in her incredible heels, encased in latex, I gazed at what can only be described as female perfection. Thick and shiny auburn hair, flawless skin, bright full sparkly mischievous hazel eyes, and the most enticing lips and warm smile. Her makeup was subtle, yet devastating.  Resonating out of her was an effortless energy, Mistress Madox doesn’t have to try to be dominant or put on an act. For her it is as simple as breathing. As she stepped towards me eye contact was constant. Once again her fingertips headed towards my nipples. “I think it’s time for the cane” This filled me with immense fear. I’ve not had that much experience of Corporal punishment but I didn’t want to disappoint Mistress Madox as I knew it was something she personally enjoys.

I was placed across her whipping bench, strapped securely into place the spreader bar still in place. She appeared next to me holding a leather and wooded humbler. “Do you know what this is slave?”

“Yes I do Mistress”

“It’s going to be attached to you during corporal punishment. If you flinch or try to move it is going to hurt massively. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress Madox” with that my balls were grabbed firmly from behind pulled and secured firmly into place.

“How late was I today slave?”

“15 minutes Mistress Madox”

“Pick a number between one and five” I knew this game, I knew we were about to play times table. I was so eager to please her I stupidly replied “5” this was followed by laughing from Mistress who replied “what’s 5 multiplied by 15?”

“75”

“That is how many strokes you are going to take for me. I want you to count each one; at the end of each group of 10 you are going to thank me. Do you understand the rules slave?”

“Yes Mistress Madox” as this conversation was developing to my left on the bench I could see a variety of canes, and crops being placed before me.

“First the leather riding crop. I want you to count slave, and to help you concentrate I have something for you” with this Mistress Madox produced a pair of her used panties. A black and red g-string. The cotton gusset placed beneath my nostrils and tied securely to the back of my head.

“I want you to breathe; I want you to smell your Mistress, are you ready?”

“Yes Mistress Madox”

“Then we shall begin, if you lose count we will start again” With that the first swish and crack rang out.

“1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 thank you Mistress Madox” I was in trouble already, I’d underestimated how much this was going to hurt.

“11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20 thank you Mistress Madox” 20 strokes and I was done.

“Are you OK?”

“Yes Mistress, I will use my safeword if I need to” at this point deep heat was applied to my cheeks and my balls. Slowly it began to seep in and burn. I then felt what I thought felt like a syringe being pushed into my balls locked in the leather and wooden humbler. Screaming out in pain, “what the hell was that???” not being able to see what was being done made matters worse. Mistress Madox laughed and showed me her chosen implement of torture, a pin wheel. Incredibly effective, this was followed by a second implement being rubbed firmly against my aching balls. “Can you tell what this is slave?” I had no idea; it felt rough like sandpaper so that is what I naturally answered only to be shown a cheese grater. “Time for the cane” lined up on the bench were 4 different canes of varying thickness and severity “I’m going to administer 10 with each and then a further 15 with my favourite one. Are you ready?”

“Yes Mistress, 21,22,23,23,…..

“That was 24”

“Sorry Mistress, 24,25,26,27,28,29,30 Thank you Mistress Madox” She had already picked up on the fact that I was in deep trouble. Every blow was administered slowly and methodically, I knew she was holding back in terms of power but it made no difference I was out of my comfort zone but desperate not to disappoint /her “If you’re feeling feint you will tell me won’t you? Use your safeword if you need to”

“Yes Mistress” the sweet scent filling my nostrils was helping but nothing could anesthetise the searing pain across my cheeks and I wasn’t even half way through. Things were only going to get worse.

“Are you ready for the next set?”

“Yes Mistress, 31,32,33,34,34….sorry mistress 35, 36” at this point my colour had changed, I was visibly shaking and in absolute distress. Despite the fact we hadn’t got anywhere near the target or used my safe word Mistress decided we had to stop. Though she may be sadistic, she is also incredibly kind and relishes the trust slaves place in her hands. “I think we should stop” with that I was released and knelt back in front of her throne.

“No more cane, I shall get my rubber bitch flogger” with that mistress left the room and came back in “are you ready to resume?”

“Yes mistress, 31…..”

“We were on 37”

“I’m sorry mistress 37,38,39,40” I couldn’t even count. All cognitive function had left me. Mistress had disappointment in her eyes. I knew I had let her down, I just hope at some point in future I can try to amend this and overcome my fear of her cane. I know 40 is a pathetic number, and I’m so sorry I failed her.

“Let’s rubberise you instead!” Was her response. The game wasn’t over yet. Though I clearly couldn’t take the cane, there were many other pieces of equipment in her arsenal to destroy me with.

With that I was placed inside a latex catsuit with integrated feet and hands. Copious amounts of latex shiner was applied to me before I was given the honour of shining mistresses latex outfit. Accompanied with me being allowed to give her a shoulder massage. “Time for electrics” with this, mistress produced her Pleasure Tec control box and a beautifully designed anal plug. “Do you think you can take this?”

“Yes Mistress Madox” I was led back over to the whipping bench bent over, lubed and then invaded finger after finger. I was in ecstasy as my prostate was tickled. The plug was placed inside me it slid in without resistance.”Now I’m going to mummify you with cling film slave” with that my arms were bound to my side I was placed on the bench and strapped securely in place. Mistress Madox then gagged me and lay right next to me, her face just inches from mine. The eye contact was one of the most intense connective experiences I have ever had with a woman. As the dial increased the electric explosions inside me caused me to convulse, gently at first, growing more violent with each turn of the dial. I love electrics, and having it combined with Mistress Madox staring into your very soul telling you to “take it” as she cranks up the voltage and frequency is just incredible. I was hovering between agony and ecstasy, all the while gagged staring into those incredible eyes. They have just burned through me and I long to see them again.

I had told Mistress Madox that I had something of a lipstick/gloss fetish. With this she lay next to me and applied her gloss over and over again, placing a kiss after kiss on the ball gag, agonisingly close to my lips but not close enough. That sweet strawberry scent was filling my nostrils as the voltage increased, this game went on for what felt like an eternity. I loved every second of it. Mistress Madox came in even closer to me “Are you ready for My strap on?” those were words I had dreamt of hearing. Gagged I nodded in response. With that I was released from the bench, bent over and taken like a slut from behind by Mistress, watching her reflection in the mirror as she penetrated and stretched me forcing me to inhale her worn panties with a lip gloss covered ball gag in my mouth. I was in heaven. I didn’t think It could get any better, I was wrong.

I was repositioned on my back, my legs in stirrups gazing up at the epitome of female perfection pounding me hard, gyrating her hips, coming all the way out then back into the hilt. In her left hand was her lip gloss which she applied again coating her lips in thick, thick gloss smiling at me. Those eyes having me transfixed, powerless, telling me to “take it”.  It was for me all too much.  Encased in latex, every sense at breaking point, all I could smell was her, all I could taste was her, all I could hear was her, all I could see was her, all I could feel was her penetrating her rubber toy, arms wrapped around my latex encased legs forcing herself deeper and deeper into my soul. I couldn’t cope. I cannot stop fantasising about those final few minutes and how absolutely beautiful she looked that sadistic glint in her stunning eyes.

After the session I showered and we dissected and chatted about the incredible first session. I couldn’t believe that two hours had elapsed.  As I recovered from my ordeal (two days later my nipples are still in agony!) I know the mental imagery will never leave me. Mistress Madox is a kind hearted, intelligent, trustworthy, creative, funny, and jaw droppingly beautiful woman that just oozes confidence, class and ultimate femininity. I feel privileged to have been allowed into her world, and cannot wait to see what the next instalment of our adventure is. I left after a warm embrace and one final inhalation of her addictive perfume.. I stepped back out into the real world feeling on cloud nine, with a massive smile across my face.

Mistress Madox is quite simply in a league and class of her own, I know I’m running out of superlatives to describe her but rest assured she is the most sumptuous rose that one could ever find.”

The most sumptuous rose that one could ever find – testimonial by slave ‘novella’