The beatdown and confession – slave dave testimonial.

March 13, 2020 by mistressmadox

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

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

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

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The caged gas mask slut – Testimonial

August 6, 2013 by mistressmadox

Four days after our first session together, I’m still digesting quite the mindfuck from Mistress Madox.

As someone who’s seen his fair share of Mistresses in eight years on the scene, none have been able to delve into my psyche and deliver the type of session I’ve truly desired. I obviously hadn’t met Mistress Madox. She’s sexy, sadistic, beautiful and a cruel Mistress, but overall very professional, safe and extremely passionate about her work. She is certainly what this slave in particular has been searching for.

Mistress used all of her feminine wiles, mixed with sadism, humiliation and tantalisation to bring me to my knees and right where she wanted me. Before meeting her, pain was always a taboo area for me. This was mainly due to having a low threshold.

Mistress slowly coaxed me into pushing my limits, effortlessly mixing sensualism with sadism. Each stroke of her crop, tug of the nipple clamps or slap to the face was expertly administered. My pain was her pleasure and also quickly became mine too.

Unfortunately, the weather dictated that it was too hot for Latex, but the image of Mistress beckoning me in with her long silk gloves will live long in the memory. As hot as it was outside, the temperature definitely soared in the dungeon. The room was dimly lit and Beethoven provided a perfect ambience as we sat and chatted in preparation of the session.

Mistress spotted me eyeing up three gas masks which hung on the wall and teased these for later. She had noted all of my ideas and weaved them all together, while putting her own devilish slant on things. My mane of pubic hair was the first thing she focused on. Strapped down to a bondage bed, Mistress shaved my genitalia bald, smiling down as each warm glide of her Razor tickled my balls.

Bound and helpless to the bench, she teased me with seductive smiles and kinky anecdotes. We were minutes into the session and I was already falling under her spell.

Mistress released me from the bench and brought me back down to earth with a hard slap across the face. I was informed that the real fun was about to start. Collared and shackled, Mistress dressed me in stockings and knickers. A shade of cherry red lipstick and blonde wig made me look like a slutty version of Marilyn Monroe. The humiliation was spelt out even further with the words “Slave” and “Slut” painted onto my chest.

With my nipples clamped, a lead was attached to my collar and Mistress proceeded to kick me into her cage. I was ordered to thread the lead through the nipple clamps so that she could give them a good tug. I was effectively her puppet whore on a string. After every pull, I was instructed to act out orgasm screams while Mistress laughed and prodded me with her feet. As a reward, I was allowed to run my hands up and down her long black leather boots. They were unspoilt, smooth and simply divine.

Caught looking up Mistress’ skirt brought about a good trampling as my penis and nipples were introduced to the tips of her boots. Mistress turned her attention to the gas masks and informed me it was time for some breath play. As the black rubber gas mask hugged my face, Mistress secured me to her rack and sent me floating into subspace with a dose of poppers. A blindfold took care of my senses and I could feel the faint roll of a pinwheel across my chest and a crop across my sore nipples. More poppers were administered as Mistress tugged on the nipple clamps some more. Rather than shout out in discomfort, the pain seemed distant, as I was relaxed and fully in the throes of dreamland. As my body shuddered and convulsed, I was gradually brought back down to earth, where I submitted fully to my Mistress. With my hood removed, I was released from the rack and I fell to my knees, completely spent, but feeling on top of the world.

Mistress dissected the session with me after, and offered me another cold drink and a hot shower. Both were duly accepted. We parted with a hug and I left one very satisfied slave. The itch to return for a second session will come back long before my pubic hair has chance to grow again. A session with Mistress Madox doesn’t end in an hour. It stays with you for a lot longer.

Scottie gets a good spanking

June 14, 2013 by mistressmadox

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.

Electro play testimonial by electropig

November 23, 2012 by mistressmadox

Manchester Mistress Madox

Electrics with Mistress Madox

One of My pain sluts ‘electropig’ enjoyed our session using electrics so much the other day he has written me a testimonial. I must say. I think I enjoyed this depth of sadism the most. I absolutely adore full on CBT and Nipple torture with electrics. So did My slave in this instance. Currently I am available at My Manchester Dungeon.

……” When arranging the session with her I noted that she has a middle-class educated soft feminine accent that lulls you to her; quite intoxicating!

Upon entering the dungeon I was struck by how attractive she is. At an estimate I’d say she is in her late twenties, early thirties. I’m 6ft and in her high-heeled boots she stands at least 6ft tall.

We discussed my needs which were CBT and Nipple Torture. She strapped me into a device hanging from the ceiling and she put her hardest nipple clamps straight on me and tried up by balls. She then tortured me with the pin wheel and a penis sheath with pins which would dig into my penis. She left this on my penis and guided me into another chamber whilst tugging on the sheath. This was one of my favourite parts of the session and I’m excited writing about it now.

I was then instructed to lie down on a long padded bench where she gave me what seemed like an age of electrically stimulated nipple torture and cbt and some anal play thrown in for good measure. Another mistress helped her with the electrics device as the device’s settings were unfamiliar to her. I remember the other mistress said, “The more you hurt him the more he loves you”. I remember thinking, “Yes, she’s got that right, couldn’t have said it better myself”. Yes, I was drawn into a upward spiraling cycle of her hurting me more and me loving her (and it) more. I could have stayed in that state (somewhere between total pain and total ecstasy) forever. But, of course, all good things come to an end and she finished by giving me one of the most powerful endings I’ve ever had.

All through the session she was smiling with a glint in her eye. She was loving the giving of pain; a true sadist.

In the days that followed my stomach muscles are aching from all the shouting that I did. That’s never happened to me during the cool down from my other previous sessions with any mistress.

I can’t wait for the next time mistress.

Yours ‘electropig’ …….”