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.

slave dave

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.

I spent a lot of time reading through the website of Mistress Madox before booking a session with her. Mistress Madox has some great testimonials, and on her sessions page she says that she is a genuine sadist who takes great delight in inflicting pain.  Although I am not into heavy pain, I can only enjoy a session if the Mistress enjoys it, so I went there with the intention of trying to have my limits increased.  Little did I know just how much they would be increased and how enjoyable it would be.

Mistress Madox’s Manchester dungeon is a two and a half hour drive away, and I was hoping that using up most of the day would be worthwhile.  It was, and then some. So much so that I cannot wait to go back and have my limits stretched further. I so much want to be trained to take Mistress’s full power.

As I approached Mistress Madox’s place I was unsure of my bearings, but because she could see me out of the window, she put her head out of the window and waved and smiled to me to attract my attention.  That was a nice touch. Out of session, Mistress Madox is really kind and friendly.

As soon as Mistress Madox opened the door, I was quite taken aback by her beauty. I couldn’t stop myself from saying: “Wow, you’re beautiful!” Mistress Madox is beautiful from head to toe.

We had a discussion about the session and although I don’t normally like heavy pain, I asked that no safeword be used. This is because I like the Mistress to be fully in control. Mistress Madox insisted that we use the traffic light system, because she loves inflicting pain and needed to know my limits, in order to ensure that the pain was not so severe that it spoiled the session for me.

The dungeon (and the rest Mistress Madox’s premises) are spotlessly clean, and her equipment is cleaned and sterilised.

Mistress Madox has some really high quality, custom made equipment in her dungeon, and I was stripped and immediately attached to something that I can best describe as a metal star with chains attached to it, so the arms and legs can be kept at different angles. Perfect for NT and CBT.

After attaching me to the star, Mistress went to fetch her needle studded electric ball parachute and walked towards me, smiling wickedly and looking deep into my eyes. I was immediately spellbound and into subspace. I have never yet been in a position whereby I have been taken into subspace even before the Mistress has laid a finger on me. I just knew that this session was going to be my best ever.

As I looked into Mistress Madox’s eyes, I saw an unrivalled beauty, yet a dark piercing cruelty deep in her eyes that bewitched me totally.

Mistress Madox was able to coax me into taking more and more pain for her with electrics, nipple torture and sharp heels, after which I was allowed to worship Mistress Madox’s beautiful feet.

I was then tied into a bent over position and told that I was going to be caned. This worried me a bit because I can’t normally take heavy pain and in sessions with other Mistresses I normally ask not to be caned. In the past, canings I’ve received from a few other Mistresses have ruined the session for me due to the excessive pain. I didn’t mention this to Mistress Madox because, having read her website thoroughly, I knew that she loves using the cane, and I did not want to deprive her of the pleasure. The caning was very different to canings I’ve received before. Mistress Madox did a brilliant job of warming me up until she knew I could take the cane for her. I really enjoyed being caned and I could have taken more for Mistress. Mistress smiled and laughed wickedly while she hurt me with the cane and that encouraged me to want to take it harder for her.

I haven’t described everything that happened in the session. This is really an overview, but Mistress worked very quickly in order to ensure that not a single second was wasted.

My dream is that one day I will be back serving Mistress Madox, but with no safeword and no traffic light usage, knowing that Mistress will hurt me as I look into her beautifully cruel eyes.

Although I cannot claim to have served every Mistress in Manchester, I can say that this is the best session I have ever experienced anywhere, and with an expert Mistress who is dedicated to providing a mutually enjoyable experience.

Thank you very much for the best ever experience Mistress Madox

To any sub reading this, my hope is that you are encouraged to session with Mistress Madox.  You will be very pleased that you did

peter

www.mistressmadox.com

Bondage, Sensation & Pain Play Testimonial with Manchester Mistress Madox by V slave

Perfect moments are rare and need to be savoured. Mistress Madox sits upon my completely immobilised body. I am wearing a chastity device for the first time. Her nipple tower is keeping me at my pain threshold. No other Mistress has ever found this point before, yet alone been in possession of the skill to keep me at it. I am at this point for what seems like a lifetime. For Mistress this is not enough. Mistress always wants more. Every breath she takes rocks the tower just a little, but enough to send waves of pain crashing through my body. She watches pitilessly as slowly I learn to swim in these waves. I’m undergoing  a massive sensory overload caused just by her breathing. My mind is being scrambled. Mistress knows this but still wants more. I synchronise my breathing to hers and feel like now I am surfing upon her coherent waves of pain. Strange thoughts occur. Perhaps the strangest is I hope that Mistress is enjoying this. It’s suddenly very important to me that she is. Just a flicker of a smile on those cruel red lips indicates she might be.

Earlier I am outside her Domicile. It’s in a fine, central location. The area is safe and anonymous. You’ll know what I mean by that should you ever be privileged to visit. Fear butterflies battle their excitement siblings for the limited hiding places and vantage points. I am carrying an unrequested pineapple. Have the mind games begun already I wonder ?

We talk. She seems to read my mind. We begin.

Manchester Mistress Madox is no pretender to the throne she sits upon. I know this because I have met many who are. A collar begins my submission, somehow she fits the metal chastity device onto me. I wonder if I will one day find out why she has a metal chastity device as opposed to the more prevalent plastic beasts ? Mistress entices me into her leather body bag then straps me to her bench.

A vibrator, a pinwheel and a chastity device meet on a padded leather bench. Not the beginning of a surreal joke, just a recipe for pain and confusion as the contents of the chastity device would attest could they speak.

Had I drawn a tarot card from the deck earlier today, I’m sure it would have been the Tower. That’s a good card, right ? My nipples have other ideas. Mistress Madox uses her considerable artistic finesse to draw me into the aforementioned perfect moment. As the pain increases I realise when this tower crumbles so will I. Often she takes me beyond my threshold but never too far or too fast. It seems important to her that this is done right. She’s earning my complete trust by being both the cause of and the solution to the waves of pain. Mistress is in complete control. She seems to feed on my suffering. Slowly I accept my fate and surrender to a state of blissful submission.

Then the tower crumbles. I need water like I’ve never needed it before in session. Mistress allows me to drink.

We continue, I am now strapped tightly to the bench and gagged. Body bag, chastity device and evil nipple tower have all been successfully wished away. Somehow I am even more vulnerable. There’s a smile on her face as she shows me the sounds and explains where they are going. I can only imagine my urethra’s look of surprise. I wonder briefly if she will violate any of my other orifices ? She does of course. Then a second perfect moment occurs when she says to me those three little words every submissive craves with all their heart. You may not even know you crave them until you hear them. In that moment I am the happiest submissive in the world from just hearing those words. Mistress means them too, such is the conviction in her voice. She’s really good at what she does. Maybe even the best ?

Afterwards we talk, whilst she impresses me with her cleaning regime. Everything used if thoroughly cleaned. My mind is in a puppy dog state I didn’t know I had. Eventually I leave though it will be almost three days before I am once more able to fully engage with the real world. She’s still in my mind now. She’s in yours too, as you’re reading this. You could run away from her or towards her. I know which direction I recommend.

This is a testimonial from slave N when we had our first session together over a year ago in Reddish. I’ve been meaning to put this up since before Xmas and haven’t had time. Thank you slave N for your testimonial. This seems very tame in comparison to the extreme levels of torture and contortion you suffer with by My hands these days. Every session more extreme than the last. Fantastic!

My first session with Mistress Madox

I am fairly new to this scene, my only experience to date had been a handful of visits to another mistress. I decided after looking on the internet and reading about Mistress Madox to email her and make contact.

After my initial email Mistress came back to me very promptly and soon we had discussed my experiences (very limited) and also other areas I wanted to experience.

Within 5 day of the first email I found myself knocking on the door of Mistresses Chambers in Reddish Stockport. I was very nervous and could feel my heart pounding through my chest.

Mistress opened the door and was amazed by her statue, body and beauty. She lead me into her chambers, and started to talk to me about the session. Then mistress left the room and told me to wait, I was extremely apprehensive just standing in the chambers all alone. Then Mistress entered and she seemed in a different person. I was told to stand fully clothed, Mistress then started to undress me, taking my top of first and walking around me when I was half undressed, then pinching my nipples to test the effect.

Mistress then applied 2 cuffs around each of my wrists and attached me to her cross I began to feel very vulnerable, next Mistress took down my trousers to leave me in just my boxers Mistress then started to tease, but tweak pull and pinch my nipples and started to squeeze and slap my goods within my boxers.

Mistress then walked over to a bench and came back with some nipple clamps that were attached buy a chain, these she delicately attached to each nipple followed by a squeeze that sent pain running through my body forcing me on to my toes.

My boxers were soon discarded followed by a quick sharp slap to my cock, my body tried to move but to no avail.

Cuffs were then attached to either ankle, legs spread and attached to the cross, I remember thinking and being told by Mistress how exposed I was and how she could do anything she wanted and Pain and Pleasure was going to follow.

Mistress turned and kicked me quickly straight between the legs, I was shocked, felt pain run through my balls and into my stomach. I knew who was in control and I had no idea how and what pain I would encounter during the session

Mistress then went to her bench and came back with a parachute that she quickly attached to my balls and gave it a quick tug forcing me to bend at the knees, but only as far as the cuffs on my wrists would allow, this was the first of many sensations my balls would feel. Next Mistress started to add weights to my balls each one weighing ?? and pulling my balls towards the ground, Then the pinwheel made an appearance. I trembled as I felt the spikes digging into my thighs, balls and cock, as Mistress laughed at my moans of pain. Then Mistress would move to my nipples and use the wheel on them looking down at me straight in the eye and smiling as she inflicted more and more pain.

Mistress then let me down from the cross and led me by the balls to her throne, I was ordered to my knees and then told to worship Mistresses beautiful legs and bottom.

Next I was led again by my balls to the framed bed fasten down by my hands and feet and Mistress sat on my chest and inflicted all sorts of pain and pleasure to my cock and balls with the electrics.

What a fun first session, I will definitely be returning to see Mistress Madox in the very near future.

Slave N