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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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Filed Under: Testimonials Tagged With: bdsm, cane, CBT, dungeon equipment, flogger, humilation, humilatrix, manchester dungeon, Manchester Mistress, Manchester Mistress Madox, OTK spanking, over the knee spanking, paddle, ruler, spanking

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.

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Testimonial by Nappy Lover

January 19, 2013 by mistressmadox

Mistress Madox review by nappy lover

On arrival I had to wait a little while before the doctor was ready for me. I waited in her surgery nervously in anticipation of what lay ahead…….

The door opened and I was greeted by a smiling beauty in a white coat, her long brown hair flowing over her shoulders. She wore a tight figure hugging dark dress with a short skirt to half way down her perfect thighs.

My embarrassing problem didn’t faze the doctor as she questioned me about the issues was having. Moving close to me I could feel her breath on my face as I looked straight ahead into her ample chest, I could feel her hands on my belt slowly unbuckling it and loosening my jeans buttons, she looked me in the eye telling me to relax. Her hand glided down the front of my jeans and felt around, it felt good her cold fingers probing my underwear finding what she was looking for and not very pleased with her discovery.

“You’re very wet down there” she said, “very wet indeed”…..I said nothing as she looked at me in disgust….”Your problem is no better then, it’s a good job my colleagues insisted that you wear nappies”

With her forceful tone she instructed me to get up on the examination table when upon I had my jeans roughly pulled down and removed exposing the white plastic of the disposable nappy that was until now hiding beneath my trousers.

“I’m going to have to change your nappy” she said softly touching the front, teasing the growing bulge that was evident for her to see.

Unfastening the adhesive tapes either side of my nappy I lay there totally in her control as the doctor gently cleaned and teased me further.

I was instructed to lift up my bottom as she slid a clean fresh cold nappy underneath me drawing up the white padding between my legs smoothing it over my hardening penis, with expect precision, the doctor fastened one side and then the other softly caressing the plastic ensuring it was a snug fit, her fingers ran through the leg holes teasing me further. My nappy change was done and I was allowed to get up. That I thought would be the end of my medical consultation but I was wrong, further procedures awaited me.

Not realising what was coming next the doctor said she needed to check my prostate, an evil glint and wry smile came across her face as she told me her preferred method was for me to lie across her lap whilst the procedure was carried out.

Doctor sat herself down making sure she was comfortable, running her hands over the stocking covered thighs I saw her skirt raise a little exposing the lace top of her sexy black stockings. I was slowly bent over her knee and her hand entered the elasticated leg hole of my so far clean nappy.

I could feel the cold of the jelly that was already on her gloved digit, slowly circling round teasing me again before the gentle but firm pushing of her finger. I lay there held firmly by the doctors other hand, she laughed gently to herself as I squirmed on her lap for what seemed ages.

Slowly she withdrew her hand from my nappy leaving held over her knee as the white padding was pushed into my crack wiping up the leftover jelly from my examination.

Something wasn’t right to the doctor, she moved her hand between my legs running her soft touch towards the now massively bulging front part of my nappy..

Her mood changed instructing me to remove myself from her lap. I stood in front of her with no chance of hiding the massive erect member that was causing so much strain on the tight plastic covering of the nappy she had so expertly put me in.

A strict look came across her face as she touched and slapped the bulge in the absorbent underwear…

“You’re aroused aren’t you…..” she said squeezing the nappy making me wince. ”I don’t allow my patients to get aroused when I’m examining them”

“Dirty naughty boys get erections with their filthy thoughts” she scolded, “Naughty boys who have naughty thoughts need punishing” I was told.

I knew what was coming and I trembled in fear and anticipation.

“You need a hard spanking young man” she said as I was dragged firmly once more over the perfect thighs of my doctor.

Her hand stroked the back of my nappy, I felt and heard the plastic crinkling as she ran her expert hands over my bottom teasing me before the impact of each slap.

The silence was suddenly shattered as a loud crack filled the air accompanied with the inevitable thud of palm on nappy. It carried on for a few more spanks before stopping…..I then felt her fingers round the waist band of my protective underwear edging it down exposing the bare flesh of my white bottom.

The spanking resumed now on my bare bottom, each spank delivering a sharp stinging pain to my exposed bottom. Holding my nappy clear with one hand she delivered a sound firm spanking to my now glowing cheeks, stopping once in a while to check on my erection seeing if it was still standing proud, more spanks followed ensuring that her authority was well and truly stamped into my mind.

Instructed to remove myself from her lap I got up rubbing my glowing cheeks, a cheeky smile looked back at me as was well and truly in her command.

Touching my nappy once more she said “no more naughty thoughts or you will be punished again”

“One last thing before you go” the doctor said, reaching into her bag, “I’m going to put these on you” holding up a pair of plastic pants, making me step into each leg she pulled them up over my disposable nappy snapping the waist band on my stomach, “we don’t want any leaks now do we” patting my plastic attire…….

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