Double Domme Sessions in London

It’s been happening for a while. I’m no stranger to enjoying sharing the fun with a friend or two, but now I have built a dedicated website to Double Domme sessions with Maitresse Dalida:

Divine Double Domme Domination

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You can find more details on this webpage, and contact us via email, so we can both read your messages and discuss an appointment.


Last minute Slutathon shopping and a surprise for my arsenal!

The postman woke me up this morning wiht a delivery. I wasn’t expecting anything, but he handed me a package the shape and size of a shoebox. It had my name on it and it came from the US. The penny dropped then: it was my new Shenis, which I’d ordered so long ago, I’d all but forgotten about it! The timing couldn’t have been better.

So with this new (replaced) addition to my arsenal of utility cocks, I showered and had breakfast with a spring in my step. I put on a nice short dress, sheer stockings and fuck off, knee-high military boots. With a new cock in my power, I was ready to face the world with attitude!

It compensated for the unexciting nature of my last minute Slutahon related shopping: sterilizing fluid, gloves, antibacterial cleaning spray & wipes. How chic!

After that, I got confirmation by email of our luxury apartment being available form 1pm and also eager texts from tomorrow’s slut boys. who obviosuly, can’t contain themselves with excitements!

I last hear of the other Slutathon ladies, Ms Theda, Mistress Jezabel and Rebekka Raynor, on Twitter, where they were debating what to wear. Rubber will probably be the strongest contender, it can be wiped off bodily fluids and even better, licked clean bu some lucky tongues!

So, bring on the Third Grand Slutathon…

Slutathon latest: the countdown

The countdown has started. Less than one week to go for our Right Royal Rogering…

And so far, we have a nice little stables of boy shores for the Grand Slutathon: from a total newby with a desire to slut it around to within an inch of his life and pop his cherry, to several seasoned male sluts who are willing to do anything for the Mistresses.

We have a butler in attendance and an all-round slut who will give and get as requested: in his mouth, in his slutty buy cunt and will lap the soggy biscuit with gusto. The Mistressses will sip a cocktail while watching.

We also have a slut who is experienced in fisting, according to his correspondence.  Whores like to brag, so we’ll soon see about that “puts elbow long rubber gloves on”.

And as for strapon… We’ve been polishing our dildos for a thorough session of spit-roasting a-deux. Drank plenty of water for beauty and to make the fountains of delectable golden wine flow. Our confirmed sluts have been assaulting my inbox with detailed accounts of their recurring fantasies involving cock, both meat dildo and lady cock. There will be a slut for every fantasy, and all levels of experience will be catered for. So if all this delight your decadent senses, you can still apply for a place:

June 8th Slutathon: a Right Royal Rogering

Will you Adam and Eve it! The next Slutathon will take place on the weekend after the most British event of the year. The English Vice comes in many forms… It’s going to be the most sought after party of the Jubilee season…

it will take place on Friday June 8th, just after the Jubilee Week, how about some proper Queening?
How would you fancy a right Royal Rogering in the hands of four rampant phallic Mistresses?

Be privileged and feel knighted by the ladies… sceptres.

How about taking part, in the company of like-minded male sluts, of some pre-Olympic Great British Buggering?

Soggy biscuit? How about a sip of soggy cream tea?
Yes, it’s a right Royal Slutathon and we need to be entertained by our court Jizz Jesters.

We will receive you at a magnificent venue near the City of London: the strapon will be more valuable than money, the Slutathon more respected than the Bank of England.
Pumped and CirCUMstance will be, erm, yes! pumping incessantly! With the inexhaustible help of mouths, hands and arses. Not the ladies, we ahste to add: it’s the duty of our Jizz Jesters, to ensure that the fountains flow for the duration of the party.
If you are early or feel shy, go for a Cock-tail in the bar beforehand

We, Mistress jezabel, Mistress Rebekka Raynor, Ms Theda & Ms Tytania, will be expecting you in the Land of Poke and Glory Hole

And to finish this most gloriously British of slutathons, and to make sure you don’t faint after so much fun… take part in our Spit Roast Marathon.


You can still book your ticket by emailing ms Tytania on:


More information, here: What is The Grand Slutathon and how can I take part?

Ooooh, Mistress! That’s big!!

Today I went to Expectations, the fabulous emporium of gay excess, with my Manhooker – a man known for his penchant for large strapons and for the women attached to them. We hadn’t met for a while, so we thought it’d be nice to go shopping for some new cocks to try for size on him (in him?) on the weekend.

We entered the shop and were instantly greeted by the wonderful aroma of rubber & leather that usally impregnates these places. The basement was cavernous, the light dim, the dildos, uncannily arranged on rows of shelves in a small alcove on the left: it looked like a cloistered private chapel in a gothic cathedral, the superhuman rubber cocks standing proud like archangels of Sodom. But this time supportive of its denizens. How times change!

As Manhooker himself noted: “you got to love those gays and their love of ridicuous sized insertables…” Cough! As if only the gays love ridiculosuly big fake cocks!

No, gays aren’t the only people who love large, phallic sized insertables. Phallic women and women with penis envy, like me, find them irresistible. There must have been about a hundred to choose from, from the baby cock size (only a small handful of them hiding shyly behind their bigger siblings), to the man fist sized behemoths and above – several dozen, actually.

So I settled for two: a smooth, black 10″ to re-start Manhooker’s training (he sears he hasn’t been fucked in months, but I’ve heard that story before) where we left it last summer… I then set my eyes and wallet on a thick, cocky, fully balled, rampant 12″ with a 7 1/2″ girth round the base.

I bought them both. They were heavy in my bag and could hardly stuff them in it (no pun). Walked around Shoreditch and went for tea at afashionable new bar, hoping I didn’t leave my bag behind… it wouldn’t have been the first time!