Manchester Mistress Madox - your will is Mine

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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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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

Scottie gets a good spanking

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My 360 punishment – written by My loyal servant scottie after a good hard spanking from Mistress

I knew I was in trouble since I had failed to do several tasks set by my Mistress Madox. I thought about making excuses but if She found out later it would be even worse. As I waited for her to enter the dungeon I was trembling in anticipation of Her ire. I prayed that She was in one of Her more gentle moods this week.

She swept in on a wave of Jimmy Choo perfume, gave me a quick hug, and stepped back to look at me. My heart sank. Her expression showed She was in full Domme mode and that meant I was in for a hard lesson.

Soon I was naked and She gripped my balls in one hand and a nipple in the other. She asked me why

I had not completed the tasks set and warned me to tell the truth as She pulled up both hands making me strain on tiptoe to lessen the pain.

I stammered apologies and said I had been distracted. By what She demanded as She gripped tightly both hands. I squealed in pain. I admitted watching a lot of sport on the tv since my football and rugby teams had games shown live. “How long did you watch it for?” She asked. “About 6 hours” I replied. “How many minutes in six hours?” She asked. “360”. “Then that is the number of strokes your bottom will endure today” She warned.

I begged that 360 was too many but was told that I had been so disrespectful that I was lucky it was not more. She attached nipple clamps and a cock and ball separator. She said She loves the way the separator pushes the balls into a better position for Her to squeeze.

I was dragged to the whipping bench and fastened down. The straps held my thighs apart allowing Her access to continue torturing my balls.

“You will count backwards from 360 till you have taken the full quota of strokes.” She began with a studded leather paddle. Ten strokes later I was already writhing in pain. She hit me in groups of ten and after each She asked for the count. By the time it was down to 300 my bottom was on fire and She was laughing at my discomfort.

She paused and using a short flogger aimed a few lusty blows at my exposed tight balls. I yelled at each stroke. I counted them down but She told me ball strikes did not count they were a bonus just for Her pleasure.

Then I heard the dreaded swish of a cane. I knew by Her mood that these strokes were not going to be gentle. I clamped my teeth together waiting for the strokes to begin. Swish, swish, swish the cane whistled through the air and at each sound I clenched my buttocks anticipating the pain. Maybe not this one She said and changed canes. Swish, swish, swish went the new cane but no hits but She laughed at sight of my twitching bottom as I expected the blow.

Maybe I won’t use the cane She said. I relaxed and then the pain exploded in my bottom as She rapidly laid 10 stripes on my exposed bum. I screamed in pain as She laughed and laughed saying “of course you deserve the cane for your failure”. Ten more strokes had me almost crying in pain.

The count went down quickly as She switched to a leather flogger. Soon 200 strokes remained and surprisingly She released me from the bench and sat down Herself. “Over my knee” She ordered. “I will now spank you like the naughty boy you have been.” As a grown man I felt so humiliated to be made to accept a spanking as a child would be spanked and begged for forgiveness and an alternative punishment.

“No” She said and ordered me over Her knee. With my face burning in shame I positioned myself over Her knees. Crack, crack, crack was the noise of Her hand as She laid into me. She tricked me once by only giving 9 slaps and laughed as I miscounted. “Ten extra for that mistake you pathetic little boy”

She said. Every few sets of 10 She would reach between my legs and check if I was getting excited.

Being draped over my Mistresses gorgeous legs did have an effect but She rectified that by viciously squeezing my balls. She made it worse by hitching up Her shirt so I could feel Her warm thighs pressing against me. This caused lots of squeezing to Her obvious delight.

I thought my degradation was complete but She had other thoughts. She called for the dungeon slave and asked him take photos of me across Her knee showing my red glowing bottom as She continued to spank me.

Her hand began to tire and the last 50 strokes were delivered by a traditional wooden ruler. At last the count was zero and my punishment was complete.

Then she dismissed me till the next time.

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My caged domestic slave daisy

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My caged slut daisy

My slave daisy came to Me to spend the afternoon in the box as the slut and be confined in the cage when not in use. I brought her out when I needed the place cleaning and when I had some food to feed her from the floor after I’d chewed it. It was not only humiliating for her but cold and uncomfortable.

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There is much more to the story with daisy than I wrote here. More to come in the future.

Diaper Nappy Lover & Wrestling

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Diaper Nappy Lover & Wrestling

I have seen My nappy lover a few times in the past few months and had lots of fun playing his Doctor. If you look at his gallery you can see the types of things we get up to in session. On our most recent session w/We tried some wrestling. Oh the fun I had with him. He struggled to get up as I had him pinned down beneath my strong thighs. In the end I cuffed him face down on the floor and gave him a good spanking. What a naughty patient he was when he tried to escape his medical prostate examination!! I don’t think he will attempt to run off again in a hurry.

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Cross dressing transformation

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Hello, Manchester Mistress Madox here!

Last week I had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of Miss Alice in Undieland. I did the make over and I am thoroughly impressed with My work. She looked amazing. One of the best cross dressing transformations I have done to date. We lathered her in shimmer coconut cream and I applied the make up and wig. Miss Lucina Picked out the Lingerie. Miss Alice was even lucky enough to have a vagazzle. We had a great session and I am happy to place her testimony on my blog below.

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“I had the pleasure – and privilege of meeting Mistress Madox for the first time recently ….

Although not an absolute novice, I am far from being an “experienced player” and naturally felt considerable apprehension before the session.

I needn’t have worried…

From the outset I  felt much more at ease by the sheer warmth of welcome and friendly atmosphere that Mistress Madox created . I immediately felt safe – and could relax into a delicious feeling of trust – and complete  surrender, secure in the knowledge that this was a powerful yet nurturing Dominatrix who would genuinely relish taking me down the slippery slope of total submission.

Mistress Madox has a powerful  armoury of gifts  to bring to her vocation as a Dominatrix.

First of all, is her absolutely stunning and statuesque physical presence..  – next her considerable intellect .. Mistress Madox is  intelligent, educated and sophisticated – and it shows,, – this allied with a deeply kinky imagination and a charismatic personality combine to produce a  naturally dominant persona which is the epitome of “Female Supremacy”.

Technically, my scene was perfect … and I experienced probably the best feminisation make-over I’ve ever had in a BDSM context. -Moreover , Mistress Madox’s  instinctive understanding of the “submissive psyche” meant that all my submissive buttons were pushed  and all my fetish triggers were activated…

Mistress Madox struck me as a highly versatile Dominatrix with an empathic and intuitive approach and  fathomless reserves of  kink and perversion   to draw upon…

Whatever the tastes of  her clients might be – for  traditional restraint and flagellation – or complex psychological role plays – I would urge caution to all those thinking of approaching Mistress Madox, – be very careful what you wish for… because this Dominatrix clearly has the inclination – and resources to make it happen ….

 

Alice InUndieland.”

grand day out – scottie

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Mistress Madox review by scottie

“A Grand Day Out”???? Apologies to Wallace and Gromit the explanation is simple.

Mistress had required a medical procedure on the Tuesday before our booked session on Thursday. when She contacted me on Wednesday to confirm I realised She was not feeling well at all. Therefore I suggested just meeting and chilling out instead of a session in chambers.

We decided to go to a local shopping centre and wander around window shopping and having a meal. I thought it would be just two friends having a nice time.

But  Mistress is always a Mistress and I was ordered to bring a special toy with me. It is a bullet vibrator  WITH A DIFFERENCE. The toy can be activated remotely with a text message to a mobile which is close to the device. A text gives a 10 sec vibrate but a call causes vibrations to continue during the length of the call. Mistress was excited about the subtle way she could torture me in public by making me wear it and activate it at random times. This was first opportunity to use it since w/We had bought it.

She thought about making me put in my anus but decided it would be more embarrassing on my c…

We entered the shopping centre and were walking through a department store when She really terrified me.  We were passing the lingerie department when She causally said that maybe She should find a nice pair of panties, hold them up against me and ask an lady assistant if she thought they would suit me. My heart nearly stopped I was so frightened She would put me through that horror. Thankfully She did not realise how much that would have tortured me and walked on.

She was dressed in a pink top and grey leggings. I wonder if She had chosen the leggings to excite me since they showed off her gorgeous bottom to perfection. I had to really control my urge ALL afternoon not to stroke her bottom.

We wandered, chatted and bought a few bits and pieces before w/We decided it was time to eat. I was sent to the toilet with instructions on where to position the bullet. Using surgical tape I positioned it with the tip of the bullet pressed against the frenulum of my penis. The frenulum is the VERY sensitive spot at the bottom of the glans. Light stimulation of this spot when the guy is hard and excited  will cause a climax. I wrapped the tape fairly tightly round my penis behind the head to keep it in place. The controller was clipped to my belt so She could decide when to switch it on or off.

She smiled when I came out and immediately switched it on as w/We walked to the chosen restaurant. As w/We waited in line for a table I jumped as the vibrator started to buzz. MY … also jumped and I winced. She laughed and sent another text. Now I am breathing hard. She did it again as w/We walked to the table and the waitress gave me a funny look. I was semi hard and maybe she noticed. Mistress laughed as w/We sat down and told me that my face had been a picture of torment as I tried to disguise what was happening.

Buzz again and I twitched. He eyes opened wide and said that was not me. Buzz again. She laughed loud as w/We realised that OTHER phones were setting it off. She switched it off so w/We could eat our meal. We had a nice meal and a lovely chat about lots of things. It was wonderful.

She switched it back on and went to the toilet to wash Her hands. Buzz Her text said HE HE He HE. Four times she did it before returning. It also went off several times as w/We left the food hall. I had to carry the bags in front of me to hide my now substantial erection.

We wandered back to the car and She kept buzzing me as we went in and out of shops. She was very subtle and seemed to be able to trigger it just as I was relaxing and usually so I was in plain sight of other people. Each time I would gasp and twitch slightly. Did people notice my discomfort I am not sure but got some funny looks from people.

What a fantastic afternoon in the company of my gorgeous Mistress. I could see guys ogling Her but I was the one beside Her. I was so happy.”

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