TESTIMONIAL

Extended Femdom Shibari Session In Chastity

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I have not long returned from the 4th Femdom session I have had with Mistress Tytania and can’t say enough how much I enjoyed it. They seem to get better and better as Mistress really connects with her subjects .
As I write this I have locked myself in a tiny chastity device and have posted the keys to myself as I am likely to get so excited just recalling the session, and that wouldn’t do, would it now. 

I arrive locked up in full chastity at Mistress’s Shibari Studio. She lets me let inand I immediately drop to my knees as is my want and in respect for Mistress. We exchange greetings and I am instructed to follow her into the lounge, on my knees.
I have bought a few things to show her and she chooses what I should wear. The same small chastity device, a tiny bikini, hold up stockings and high heeled shoes.
Standing beneath her new rope suspension bamboo pole, a chest harness is applied and I am tethered to the pole.
I look deep into her eyes as she ties my left arm in a folded position. My right arm is folded back behind me and tied in place. I am already becoming aroused. Femdom, shibari bondage & chastity: perfectly intoxicating! Mistress sensing that, she silences me with a large ball gag.
Further rope is applied and then I feel a loop being tied around one of my ankles. My right foot is raised off the floor and tied to my thigh. I detect more coils being applied to it and there I am helpless, trying my best to balance on one stiletto heeled black patent shoe. A blindfold is applied and that’s where I stay for the next half an hour or so. What a predicament! But the situation takes over and my mind begins to float away. Slightly uncomfortable but actually it is bliss and I’m in heaven.
Later in the session following a foot massage for Mistress, I am told to kneel with my back to Mistress. My arms are then tied in a reverse prayer position. This feels so inescapable. I am then lead into the other room on my knees and shuffled into a cage. Laying flay on the floor my legs are folded and tied and there I am in a hogtied position. The cage door is shut and i am left to contemplate my position. I hear Mistress leave the room.
Some 10 minutes later, she returns to check on me and then turns out the lights and leaves. That’s it, me unable to move an inch, bound in a cage, in chastity, a cage within a cage. This is the true meaning of Femdom, shibari bondage.
I don’t know how long I was there, but I wish it were longer as waves of feelings roll over me. The pleasure is indescribable. I love being like this, completely helpless and in total dependance on mistress for release (from the ropes).
More time passes, I feel so relaxed and freed from any responsibility. I am totally in the behest of a beautiful Mistress. It seems that all too soon, mistress returns and unlocks the cage. I shuffle out and lay, still, at her feet. She slowly unties me, and this I find equally erotic. As my binds come off, my limbs stay in place, not because I cant move them but because it feels right to let mistress untie her subject in a calm way. Once all of the ropes have been taken off and recoiled, I am told that I can again get up on my knees.
Being released in such a way throws another wave of emotion over me and I am allowed to put my arms around the corseted waist of mistress and hug her. She strokes my head, I have the makings of tears in my eyes as all I feel is love, love and respect for her Femdom shibari power. She orders me to leave her Studio in chastity.
I cannot wait to return and be once again, tied helpless and powerless, at the expert hands of Mistress Tytania.
If you are intrigued about Shibari or are already a full advocate of rope bondage femdom, you can email me to discuss a session.
My Femdom Japanese rope bondage page can be enjoyed here, with links to photo galleries and a blog.
Check out my Rope Bondage Blog and see my latest adventures – you will want to become my shibari puppet! 
 

Slut R’s Boy On Boy Soiree Testimonial

Dear Mistress Tytania,
Many thanks for your lovely email. I am pleased that you both enjoyed the spectacle. It’s a big part of the attraction for me and its wonderful to have an audience like yourselves. Of course the other boys make it special too!
I have written a testemonial as below for you:
I have had the previous pleasure of attending Ms Tytania’s previous ‘forced’ bi sessions in the form of ‘The Slut Bed of Shame’. These were multi-slave/multi-mistress affairs with multiple cocks, mouths and strap-ons. I enjoyed them tremendously, with many delicious memories. The Boy on Boy soirees are clearly different and are more intimate affairs, but with Ms Tytania in control with one or two of her friends in attendance I knew I would come away with similar feelings and look back with fondness.
Ms Tytania’s directions are excellent and I presented myself at the appointed hour. Ms Tytania ascertained my motivations and limits for the evening and, after I had showered, I was introduced to her friend and the two other boys.
The action started almost immediately – Ms Tytania does not waste time and it was a flurry of cocks, mouths, hands and nipples. The Mistresses instructed us to perform various ‘tableaux vivant’ which would have looked not out of place at the most decadent parties. One boy orgasmed early on in the proceedings and I hesitantly volunteered to clean up. This met with much approval (and some cheek blushes on my part, I think).
I was worried that the boy was finished for the evening, but I needn’t have been concerned. Under their expert care the Mistresses encouraged him back into the fray. We had a half time break where performances were reviewed and boys were checked for their well-being and satisfaction. The second half was, to be frank, a blur. I cannot for the life of me remember the sequence of events. The mood was manipulated by Ms Tytania and Mistress Theda from sensual to decadence to hard core cock-action so elegantly it was perfectly natural. Safe to say the final climax was all that the boys could have wished for – and I think – the Mistresses too.
I am already looking forward to the next event I can attend. My thanks to Mistress Tytania and Mistress Theda. It was beautiful.

Envious? Cock hungry? Cum thirsty? Why not take a look at this page for more details on how my boy on boy sessions work, and email me to discuss. No slut too inexperienced to be turned down. I like to create a safe, fun, non-judgemental environment where you can fulfill  your innermost desires.


Testimonial: a suspension shibari & hogtie session

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A shibari rope suspension, hogtie and genital rope torture session in Mistress Tytania’s East London Studio. This repeat offender and overseas visitor, requesting a second session with me. His love of genital rope torture was a lovely addition – never shy to bruise a man’s most precious jewels! Certainly to his liking too, look at that dripping wet cock in tight rope around his balls! 
He just emailed me back, not even 24 hours after our rendezvous, with this glowing testimonial:
“For those of you who are contemplating a rope suspension or shibari session with Ms Tytania do not hesitate.  Contact her now!
I have just had a 3 hour bondage session with her – my second foray – and I am still buzzing.
Ms Tytania skills with shibari are simply the best.  I spent a full hour in suspension with 2 intricate ties then was abandoned in hogtie positions to consider my fate.  Finally, a more gentle hands-on position at the end.
Was I comfortable?  Definitely not.  Could I do anything about it?  No.  Ms Tytania had taken complete control and I couldn’t complain because the gag was too tight and large.  But was I happy? Hell yes. My mind alternated between concentrating on my predicament and floating away. The bondage was superb and Ms Tytania is able to find just the right mix of sternness and kindness.  Any session you have with her will be truly memorable.
Signed – Rope specimen A.”
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TESTIMONIAL: EXTENDED ROPE BONDAGE AND CROSSDRESSING

Rope bondage, bound high heels & crossdressing heaven!

Testimonial

Just in – an testimonial from a very happy regular rope slut who also loves crossdressing and high heels, while being bound in inescapable rope bondage:

So I am the lucky rope bunny who was securely tied up by expert Shibari Mistress Tytania, and what an afternoon it was.
As I arrived at the door, my heart was already beginning to race with anticipation, and with good reason.
I entered and dropped immediately to my knees, I wanted to at least start on the good side of MS Tytania. This was my second visit to the lovely Ms T, and I had already been corresponding with her to build on the rapport we started on my first visit. I am a natural submissive and Ms T knows this and talks to me in a way that both puts me at ease and raises my anticipation. There are tones in her voice however that leave me in no doubt that she’d be more of a match for anyone  daring to step into her studio.
We entered into the main room, or rather she walked and I crawled. I am immediately instructed to completely strip, leaving me naked and feeling very vulnerable, but this is what I want. My first act is to remove her shoes and massage her feet. Her beautiful petite size 4 feet. I massage her calves, her ankles and those beautiful feet. I beg Ms to be able to kiss them and thankfully she gives her consent. First I kiss every inch, top and bottom but never venturing past her lower calves. I ask to be able to lick them, and again she gives me permission. The taste, the smell. My cock begins to swell and this doesn’t go unnoticed by Ms T. My tongue runs hard up the full length of her sole, from ankle to toe. My tongue flicks in-between each toe, which fortunately Ms enjoys. I explored every crevice, every toe, every inch of the soles of her feet. I was already in heaven.
Mistress then instructed me to go and dress in the attire we agreed previously. Bra (with falsies) and knickers, a full body stocking made of black lace, and high heel patent court shoes. I probably looked a mess but felt wonderful. I re-entered the room on all fours but was then instructed to stand and walk, like a lady, in my heels. The first attempts were not good and Ms let me know that. I got better with practice though.
Ms thought that pretty pink rope should be used to put me into a Karada, a tight rope body harness. The ropes were pulled tight and the first layer was complete. Ms T admired her work. Next, and unexpected but pleasantly welcome, a large black ball gag was forced into my mouth. It was a perfect size making it impossible to either swallow or open my mouth any further. Then to add to the excitement (for me) this was further secured in place with a couple of wraps of black shiny gaffer tape. My heart pounded. The gag was to remain in place for pretty much the remainder of the session. Wonderful!
Next my upper arms were pulled back and tied behind me. My wrists were secured with further rope. Rope, rope, beautiful rope. I was positioned in the middle of the room and my Karada was tethered to a ring bolted to the ceiling. No walking away for me. Next came a full face hood, laced tightly, and to finish a pink collar.
I thought I heard mistress leave the room, but I now know that was only to get a camera to start taking photos to share on her twitter feed. I was both honoured and embarrassed, but both raised my feelings, I felt love for this person that had tied me so securely, helpless but safe. I began to float away. I remember trying to walk around, as far as my tether would allow which Mistress found amusing. Having tired of this though Mistress then bound my legs at the knees and ankles, fishing the bondage with a wicked heel tie. I was now totally immobilised and loving every second.
I don’t know, nor care how long I was left like this, endorphins running through my blood took me to another place, I was just so elated. 
This was just the first part of my session. I shall write about the second part in a separate testimonial if mistress allows.

Envious? I can’t blame you! Check out my Shibari Domina page and email Ms Tytania to discuss a session in her East London Studio.

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ROPE BONDAGE AND SPANKING SESSION: A TESTIMONIAL

“I have now visited Mistress Tytania for two combined sessions of two hours active rope and spanking and one hour of abandonment in rope. I cannot speak highly enough of both experiences. Despite a lifelong interest in BDSM, it is only recently (50’s) that I have mustered up the courage to contact a Pro-Domme, and I was certainly guided to the right choice! The progression that I have experienced between my two sessions is testament to how Ms. Tytania exercises an intuitive and responsive control that reacts to and builds upon the drives of the submissive that I am coming to know and understand myself to be.

For my second session, I felt that I wanted to increase the intensity of the Corporal Punishment spanking that I also gravitate towards. Ms. Tytania most certainly obliged me in this regard and clearly delighted in my yelps during a build-up throughout the afternoon of cane, flogger, tawse and finally single-tail whip. In fact, the awareness of that mutual satisfaction of giving and receiving pain drew me deeper into a blissfully emotional state with each stroke.
I have soon come to realise that a combination of active play and some abandonment in rope works to deepen the overall experience. My first love is definitely rope, and in this regard, it is clear that Ms. Tytania is truly an artist. I was given some “time out” in a wonderfully tight and restrictive hogtie and as I relaxed, I could feel only the bite of the rope and the lingering throbs from my caning; I was in my deeply “happy place”! After a second bout of CP, Ms. Tytania proceeded to bind me with more and more rope, and I experienced my first full suspension.
This was an experience almost beyond words. To be held and restrained so completely and yet at the same time to be suspended in mid-air is undoubtedly one of the most liberating and cathartic experiences I have ever had. I re-entered the world around me in such a relaxed state, I was grateful for a journey home long enough to ensure that I didn’t have to talk to anyone too soon as my mind was so preoccupied with what I had experienced and I was loathe to “break the spell”.
It took me many visits to Mistress Tytania’s wonderful website to finally submit an email, and I am so deeply glad that I did. Twice now, and, with permission, I hope for many times to come, I have found myself in the hands of a kind, attentive and beautiful person, but be under no illusion, Ms. Tytania is in control and the submissive will soon enough know his rightful place! Thank you so much, Mistress Tytania, it is a real pleasure to be your property for a brief but oh so memorable time!”
Rope sub W.”

TEMPTED BY A ROPE BONDAGE AND SPANKING COMBINATION? Visit Ms Tytania’s rope bondage page and apply for an appointment at her East London Shibari Studio.


Inescapable Rope Challenge Testimonial

(Find out more about Ms Tytania’s Inescapable Rope Challenge here)

And no, he did not free himself! Read this rope specimen’s Inescapable Rope Challenge testimonial below -pictures and video were taken in session too. Dare you take Ms Tytania’s Shibari Domme Extraordinaire’s challenge up?

Today’s #ropebobdagechallenge specimen trying to undo his hogtie – in vain. Do you think you can do better? Walk away free from my expert #japaneseropebondage and your money back! Read more about how to enter my Inescapable Shibari Challenge -free yourself and your moeny back: #shibarimistress pic.twitter.com/Ek5raQ8DGl— Mistress Tytania (@Ms_Tytania) January 24, 2019
“Hello Mistress,
home now, a few marks but they will go soon.I just want to say a huge thank you for our session today. I literally floated home, so high was I.
I cant wait until I can come to see you again.
as requested a short testimonial for you to publish if you so wish.I have just got back from seeing MS Tytania and I am absolutely buzzing.
If you are a true rope bondage fan like me, then you don’t get better than this.
It was my first time with Ms Tytania and so I went for the ‘escape challenge’ followed by inescapable rope bondage abandonment. 
Little did I believe that the odds were so stacked against me!The first tie, a hogtie, is something I have always loved and although other mistresses have had me in this position, never has it been without other restraints. (cuffs and straps). The hogtie MS inflicted on me was rope only, snug but in a strange way, comfortable, but as you may see on Twitter, my attempts to escape were totally in vain.
Although I was able to wriggle and make some slack, the knots that would release me were way out of reach and so after some time and a bit of sniggering from mistress, she stood in front of me, boots inches from my face and announced, time up, shall I release you. I’d like to have said no, but I had a second challenge to look forward to.Next, I was tied to a couch, elbows and wrists together pulled back over my head. My legs were bound to the sides and the timer started. This felt as though it should be easier but my wriggles and squirms again only served to make some slack, but still no release.
I was clearly making too much noise as suddenly a ball gag was forced in my mouth. As I tried to free myself, I looked over to mistress sitting on the settee, smiling mockingly at me, and I sighed.Time was moving on and after being released for a second time, I foolishly suggested we combine a third challenge with the inescapable abandonment. Mistress thought that would be a good idea but had already decided on a predicament scenario for the third challenge. 
Arms tied behind my back, upper arms cinched to my chest I was told to lay face down on the couch. 
One leg was bound to a side of the couch and the other folded back on itself and tied in place. I felt a length of rope pass between my toes, pulling this foot closer to my arms and tied there.  A request to raise my bottom a little, facilitated the tying of ribbon around my parts. Raise a little more please, which stupidly I did, and a rope  fixed overhead somewhere was threaded through the ribbon and pulled tight causing me to lift a little bit more. And that was it, I already knew the arm bind would be a challenge but add to that I could barely move for fear if pulling on my balls. I did struggle for a bit but then Mistress kindly took another turn in the rope piling on my cock. Mistress sat serenely on the sofa and got out her laptop.
I could just see her in a mirror but she ignored me, her work done and a helpless male secured with no escape. I lay my head and enjoyed the feeling of being totally helpless. Very now and then she walked around me checking that all was well, as well as it could be, and flicked the rope pulling on my balls. I was left like that for 40 minutes or so. An uncomfortable bliss which I wish could have lasted longer.
I shall definitely being returning for more. She is a true rope expert.”
 
CURIOUS ABOUT A ROPE SESSION, BUT ON DIFFERENT TERMS?

 


A Rope Bondage session: testimonial

A gentlemen recently travelled overseas to visit my Rope Bondage Studio in Canary wharf. many do, prompted by my international reputation as a very skilled, avery creative Shibari Mistress. Here is what he said about our long, extended session:

“Mistress Tytania is a lovely, friendly lady. From the start, though, there was no question of who was in charge (I’ve no doubt she can be as strict as you like if that’s what you’re in for). I went in for the combination shibari / abandonment session in order to really enjoy the embrace of the rope, and did not leave disappointed.

We started off doing some partial suspensions, one leg on the ground. There was a big mirror in her studio and I could see myself and what she was doing. Mistress Tytania is good, quick, precise with her ropework. She does rock climbing so that put me at ease that she knew the ropes, as it were. The positions were challenging and I could hold them for perhaps 10-15 min before I wanted down. She had a very good sense of what my body was doing and let me down before it became too uncomfortably uncomfortable, but still challenging. Overall, her sense of timing was impeccable.

After about 45 min of that, we switched to a comfortable sensory deprivation tie on a comfy gravity chair type chair. I was really trussed down and completely immobile – I could have not gotten out if I wanted (not that I wanted!). The experience was very floaty and I don’t know how long I was there. I could hear her in the next room, and I just floated away, losing all sense of time.

The third and final act was a very complete hogtie with a great box tie in the back. I wish I could have taken a pic as it was a very pretty tie – reminded me of some of the Bishop drawings. The hogtie itself was tight with a mouth rope too, and it was very pleasantly squirmy — probably the one that turned me on the most. I loved to struggle in it – there was no getting out, either. Felt completely helpless and at her mercy. I was somewhat disappointed when my time was up and it was time to be let out.

I must say, I’ve studied shibari on both ends of the rope and was impressed with Mistress Tytania’s rope skills. She’s intuitive, and has a great sense of what the body is doing. None of the ties were inappropriately uncomfortable, pinchy, or circulation-threatening. I hope to return to her studio one day and do more rope-work with her and spend more time trussed up at her feet :)”


Ms Tytania’s japanese rope bondage skills – a testimonial

I unashamedly present you with some feedback regarding my Japanese rope bondage, suspension and shibari skills: a glowing testimonial form a very experienced rope bottom and femdom sub who won’t forget our 5 hour long rope session any time soon. the long afternoon included abandonment in rope, rope suspension, various hogties, floor rope ties and predicament bondage. This is the happiness in kink and fetish that I always aspire to offer: a chance to explore your fetishes with an experienced, creative, non-judgemental Domme. Where is my next rope bunny?

And here is, Specimen D, in his happy place:

 


Inescapable extended captivity in rope bondage

Nothing brings me more pleasure than meeting other Japanese rope bondage & suspension fans who appreciate my art. Yesterday I had a Shibari slut round for a 4 hour rope abandonment in rope. The session was a combined one: 1 hour of rope suspension and bondage, plus 3 hours abandoned in secure hogties, a Japanese rope crab tie, genital bondage, a firmly inserted buttplug, and an abundance of predicament bondage to keep my specimen focused and alert. Here is the testimonial he just sent me. You can check out the types of abandonment in rope only or a combined sessions I enjoy, in my Shibari Captivity page. Enjoy the photos I took, with permission from my willing captive, while he was in my very capable hands.

“Thank you for an absolutely amazing session yesterday. It was everything I had hoped for and more. You are a total wizard with those ropes and the butt plug was a great accessory. I am only sorry my session was shortened a lbit because of my late arrival. My apologies again for my mix up. I would have been in seventh heaven to have remained your captive and at your mercy for many hours more. A dream for the next time I am in London.

You have asked for a testimonial.I would be happy if you want to post the above but if you want a more formal account in the third person here are some additional words:

Me Tytania has elegance and poise. She has a commanding presence and is a true Dominant. But above all, from the perspective of someone who craves inescapable bondage, she is an absolute wizard with ropes.

I had sought a session involving one hour of intensive shinari followed by 3 hours of abandonment in bondage. What followed was everything I had hoped for and more. 

Within minutes of arriving my arms and chest were bound, I was hooded and a butt plug and gag inserted (the ball gag remained in for my full session except for brief interludes when I was offered sips of water). And then followed some of the most amazing bondage I have experienced.

I was suspended in a fiendish way which meant any movement by me pulled on my cock and balls. I was tied crouching on the sofa, again where movement had consequences for my genitals. 

 The abandonment portion of the session was just as good. A hogtie that lasted for goodness knows how long, all the while being hooded and gagged. For all that time I could barely move a muscle. Ms Tytania went about her usual business including at one point sweeping the floor around me. That was a wicked touch. And then an amazing crab tie where again I was left to contemplate my predicament which by that stage included uncontrollable drooling.

For any of you who are seeking someone who can tie you with expertise, style and creativity Ms Tytania is that person. This Queen of the Faeries has everything you could hope for and then some more.

Thank you Ms Tytania for such an intense and complete experience.”


Slut Bed of Shame withdrawal symptoms

I just received this email from Slut A, who wrote this glowing testimonial after attending The Grand Slutathon for the first time. Read and wonder at how much he regrets not being able to attend the June festivities of the flesh – this is the effect that my slut parties have on my romping boys. You can almost see the tears running down the dainty tip of his dick. Because a month without a Slut Bed of Shame is like a garden without flowers:

 

Hi Mistress Tytania

Just wanted to say that my week is feeling empty and hollow knowing that there’s a Slutathon on this Wednesday and I can’t make it.

It’s funny how you build up your nerves to put your name down for something like the slutathon, and it takes some faith imagining others will be there with you who you don’t know.  But it’s amazing how a few days or weeks after you start to feel empty (literally!) and just wish you could go back to one of many moments that pops into your fantasies, fantasies now merged with reality.  So I just wanted to say I will be thinking of you as I sit in my meeting away from London. 

Roll on July when I hope to be able to attend again 🙂

Slut A


Hair Fetish boy’s first appointment at the Salon

Met a boy with hair fetish today. He was hard as soon as he walked through the door. His kink: everything hair related. To let go in the hands of a fetish hair grooming specialist and feel the buzz of the electric razor on is skin, while I whisper… “will I shave your eyebrows too or not? At least one!”

So I tied him to the barber chair and commenced. I played with my electric clippers, shaving my initials on his furry belly. Pubic hair came later, scrotum hair, then just a tiny, tiny, half inch wedge on his scalp. He was mine when I ran my fingers through his hair and scalp, down th neck, fingertips first, then my nails… I had to tie him to the suspension rigging so I could shave his underarm hair (shockingly hairy!), chest and belly. To access the furthest recesses of his rump, I had to handcuff him and bend him over the buggery bench. Buzzzz again with my clippers, and bum, sack and crack were smooth as a frog’s. I took the opportunity to insert a buttplug in his tight, but very yielding, arse. I guess the smooth skin made things glide in more easily. Back on the barber’s chair, buttplug in, erection glorious and indefatigable. I warned him that if he was allowed to cum, I was going to style his hair with his own cum. Into his ear, while shaving the wispy fluff on is neck. He didn’t last long. I couldn’t stop wondering after he left: how many boys have a tent in their pants while sitting at the hair salon? Do the lady hairdressers notice? Not many Mistresses cater for this kink. But if you are into all things hair and control, or are in dire need of a good body shearing, ahead cropping or a wet shave in the hands of an erotic, domineering specialist lady… have a look at   The Evidence: Click on the photo above to go to his freshly written testimonial The Salon For Enforced Grooming & Shaving, my latest venture into the less trodden paths of kink. All limits respected, but adventurous gentlemen always welcome to discuss their fantasies. Because no two kinksters are the same, no two session comparable.

Meat Punchbag: Boxing in a dark cellar

I do like flexing my muscles on a well trussed up human punchbags. Click on the photo above to go to my sparring & human punchbag page or email me for session details.


A willing boy at the Grooming & Shaving Salon

Met a boy with hair fetish today. He was hard as soon as he walked through the door. His kink: everything hair related. To let go in the hands of a fetish hair grooming specialist and feel the buzz of the electric razor on is skin, while I whisper… “will I shave your eyebrows too or not? At least one!”

So I tied him to the barber chair and commenced. I played with my electric clippers, shaving my initials on his furry belly. Pubic hair came later, scrotum hair, then just a tiny, tiny, half inch wedge on his scalp. He was mine when I ran my fingers through his hair and scalp, down th neck, fingertips first, then my nails…

I had to tie him to the suspension rigging so I could shave his underarm hair (shockingly hairy!), chest and belly.

To access the furthest recesses of his rump, I had to handcuff him and bend him over the buggery bench. Buzzzz again with my clippers, and bum, sack and crack were smooth as a frog’s. I took the opportunity to insert a buttplug in his tight, but very yielding, arse. I guess the smooth skin made things glide in more easily.

Back on the barber’s chair, buttplug in, erection glorious and indefatigable. I warned him that if he was allowed to cum, I was going to style his hair with his own cum. Into his ear, while shaving the wispy fluff on is neck. He didn’t last long.

I couldn’t stop wondering after he left: how many boys have a tent in their pants while sitting at the hair salon? Do the lady hairdressers notice?

Not many Mistresses cater for this kink. But if you are into all things hair and control, or are in dire need of a good body shearing, ahead cropping or a wet shave in the hands of an erotic, domineering specialist lady… have a look at

 

The Evidence: Click on the photo above to go to his freshly written testimonial

The Salon For Enforced Grooming & Shaving, my latest venture into the less trodden paths of kink.

All limits respected, but adventurous gentlemen always welcome to discuss their fantasies.

Because no two kinksters are the same, no two session comparable.


An appointment at the Enforced Grooming & Shaving Salon

Tytania Towers, November 2013.

 A testimonial.

As I take a train towards one of the more unorthodox hair ‘appointments’ I have been to, I’m feeling confident.

I’ve just left work where I call the shots but am flashing forward already to a situation where I lose power and control – I’m that boy again and I’m about to enter Ms Tytania’s Enforced Grooming & Shaving Salon.

A text arrives at the appointed time and I move towards the address.  It takes me away from the corporate jungle scarring the night sky towards closer, quieter pedestrian streets.

I arrive at the door and announce my arrival.  I’m buzzed in and lay eyes on the real Ms Tytania.  Petite, beautifully proportioned, extremely well groomed with kind eyes which hold an element of mischief, but not, I say to myself, danger.

She tests me on a couple of facts which I deal with easily – I can see the layout of her studio now, which distracts me slightly: an array or coloured ropes, assorted karabiners, hooks, ceiling suspension and a small gym horse.  The centrepiece which immediately interests me is her vintage barber chair – it is really a stunning piece.  The room is decorated in a tasteful retro style and various beautiful items of technology many of them old and redundant, but aesthetically pleasing.

I’m now sitting on the barber chair chatting casually, relaxed when I make a comment that she doesn’t like and she’s on me, challenging.

I feel the cockiness start to drain – she seemingly accepts my response but I sensed something changed in that moment – she knows that, if she presses the right buttons, she’ll have me and deep down. I knew I’d eventually let the balance of power slip and wouldn’t recover – but I played on….

Things remain nice while I strip and sit on the chair, where she proceeds to tie me, chatting casually and joking that I could still escape.  Then more rope is applied and that isn’t possible any more…

And at this point, the power dynamics tilt in Ms Tytania’s favour.

It was back to the look of contempt from when I offended her.  I felt her arm wrap around my throat.  The skin was wonderfully soft and the muscles toned but as the bone pressed against my Adam’s apple I knew this was not to be a pampering session… nor by this time did I want it to be.

I’d been semi hard from the time I entered the Salon, but now I was wrapped in a hardresser’s cape, restrained and naked I was fully hard – my helmet bulging and balls aching as they had been hamstrung together by one of Ms Tytania’s mini ropes.

Then it came, hair pulled, cock pulled, shiny blood red polished nails scraping the scalp….

The precise order of things are unclear from now on – I fell into what I can only describe as a state of euphoria – I was aware but I was oblivious, I could feel and at the same time, I could feel nothing….. She teased me and pulled my hair, slapped and shaved. Clippered and cut.  A ‘T’ was carved in my pubic hair before she took delight in shaving it all ‘like a lamb’, she observed laughing.  At various times she was on top if my hamstrung body – I felt her super soft red hair sweep against my cheek and torso, she pressed herself against my cock and our eyes met…. Her mouth moved towards my face and I watched as her eyes closed, her nose turned up and she blew white, pasty spit into my face – scowling. Angry at my impudence in daring to think I could be worthy of any sexual pleasure from this other than my ritual humiliation.  Then she laughed at my predicament as she buzzed sections of my hair….

She delighted in shaving hair and dropping it on my face and torso.  She pinned me right down and took her clippers to my forehead… And started to push and hair was falling – I couldn’t feel and in that moment I didn’t care how much she was taking off.  All I could see in the mirror was the silhouette of a beautiful but hard woman clippers in hand and a manic look on her face.

She held her clippers in my face, threatening to take an eyebrow, laughing….

Next thing I know, ropes were untied and I was bent over a small gym horse, hands tied tight behind my back and legs spread wide. She worked the razor around my crack before moisturising and preparing me for the ultimate humiliation… a buttplug.

The price for sporting a raging hard on all through the proceedings, it’s to be allowed to style my freshly shorn locks with my own boy juices. I indulge gratefully and obey.

I was put back in the chair and my neck was roughly buzzed before I was allowed to go, left to explain to anyone who might notice why there was an inch square shaved patch at my hairline and no public hair…

 

Click on this link if you want to book an appointment at Ms Tytania’s Enforced Grooming & Styling Salon.

 

The Evidence: just a square inch of precious hair clipped off the forehead. Just a little memento of a memorable appointment at the Salon.


Ms Theda’s review: What a Slutathon! And there’s going to be another!

For our latest Slutathon dates, visit this page.

A testimonial by one of our Mistresses, Ms Theda Vamp.

Intimate and intense to say the least and one of the best we’ve ever held! The boys were up for anything, the ladies were glamorous and highly amused and I can honestly say the boy on boy action for our entertainment was HOT! 🙂
I absolutely loved it. We had the boys bent over benches, swinging from harnesses, wriggling on the floor and the Slut Bed of Shame was rocking!
Everyone went home after 4 hours of intense boy on boy and strap on sluttery hugely beaming and the enthusiasm was such, that instead of waiting for the usual quarterly break before we hold another, we all agreed (including the boys!) why wait for something we all love doing so much? 🙂 so we’re planning on holding another in late June. Hooray!
There’s honestly nothing nicer than a bunch of boys having a break from their hetero lives, abandoning their so-called socially acceptable skins and crawling, serving, worshipping, sucking and fucking each other for our enthusiastic viewing pleasure.
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If you think you’re up for it, get in touch and tell me why we should consider you as one of our strap on starlet slaves this summer 🙂

Slut Joe’s Slutathon testimonial

I’ve been organising slutty parties of different descriptions since 2009. How time flies when you’re having fun at the expense of some shameless boy sluts.

For our latest Slutathon Strapon Party, Slut Bed Of Shame Forced-Bi party and other events I organise or take part on, visit this page.

I often team up with Goddess Cleo’s Domina Parties, because me and my friends love sharing your slutty talents. Check out the whole page!

Testimonial for the 5th = Grand Slutathon, held at Ms Tytania Towers on Thursday, May 16th 2013.

Dear Ms Tytania,

Here’s my testimonial.

Having long debated whether to attend one of Ms Tytania’s Slutahons I finally plucked up the courage, and booked. I’ve visited many Mistresses over the years, nearly always 1-1, and occasionally done CFNM sessions with a Mistress and a vanilla audience, but never multi-slave, and only once forced bi. So this seemed like it would be enjoyably humiliating, especially with four Mistresses in attendance, and would stretch my limits. The booking was easy, and even a last minute change of venue was well managed. So the logistics are good.

Now, the feelings that well up in you on the days running up to the event, and especially on the morning of the event, are quite something. I tweeted three of the Mistresses in advance, saying I was looking forward to it, nervously. Only Ms Tytania replied, so my feelings of worthlessness were increased – perhaps Ms Slide and Mistress Rebecca Raynor would only deign to communicate with me once I was in their presence. Sitting in meetings knowing you’re going to be stripped and humiliated within a couple of hours is just delicious. What if the people around you ever found out? Reading the list of activities which might be involved made me tremble, I must admit. Strangely I was most nervous about having to dance myself naked in front of an audience. I set out early and found a pub, to down a couple of drinks and prepare mentally. Again that same thought – what if the barmaid knew this man was heading to a slutahon, to be paraded, abused, and stretched for ladies’ entertainment? She’d probably want to watch, was the next thought!

Arriving in good time I was shown in, and interviewed, limits and experience were noted, and this was my chance to see the Mistresses for the first time. Ms Theda Vamp, Ms Tytania, Mistress Rebecca and Ms Slide all appeared to be on top form, and enjoying the prospect of their slaves’ impending humiliations. All four Mistresses are gorgeous, and I would very much like to session 1-1 with each of them. I opted for a mask, unlike the other slaves present, though to be honest it made little difference. We were asked to dance ourselves naked, and then it was out with the strapons, for each of us to be vigorously buggered, while sucking cock, or giving hand jobs, for the ladies’ visual pleasure. We rotated, so that everyone had a taste of everything, so to speak. Poppers were in good supply. The sense of female power, superiority and pleasure was immense, and we hapless males were well and truly subjugated in this first part of the event.

During a break (for the ladies), I was used as a footstool, and then made to perform 69 with another sub, which I think the ladies found very entertaining. Mistress Rebecca does a great line in commentary right in your ear, in a soft Scottish burr, an extra delicious humiliation. Ms Slide has a sort of girl next door bubbly demeanour which just made me want to submit to her, while the exotic Ms Tytania and Theda Vamp are very good at directing the overall play. The 69 soon turned into me losing my anal virginity, having never been taken by a male cock (lots of strapons, never this), and since you should always go wholeheartedly into things, I think I can say the ladies thoroughly enjoyed the show I an another sub put on. The panties we both wore were a nice extra touch. Feeling deeply slutty, it was soon time to deliver my cum to another sub’s face, in front of a cheering audience. There is something magical about wanking furiously in front of four fully clothed ladies. Then I held a biscuit for a sub to wank onto, before he ate the resulting messiness.

I can thoroughly recommend the slutathon, not simply because of the experiences you might have, but because of the ladies themselves. They manage to be both welcoming, warm and engaging on the one hand and utterly dominant on the other. Being their toy was an absolute pleasure and I have some amazing memories to look back on. Thank you Mistresses!

Joe


Session testimonial: Wonders await outside the Circle Line!

It still amazes me that some subs are reluctant to travel outside the Circle Line to see a London Mistress. I rather be considered because they want to see me, a suitable Mistress, not because my studio is within the magic Circle Line of…  Psychological comfort? Safety? Respectability? Whatever, I love my East London, and I appreciate the more adventurous gentleman who isn’t afraid to venture where the timid and tame fear to tread 🙂

Here is a session testimonial from somebody who decided to take that little step beyond Aldgate East…

 

Testimonial. By submissive Geri.

I finally carried out a fantasy and sessioned with Mistress Tytania today.
I have admired her from afar, for quite some time now.
She always gave me the impression that she was one of the most ‘real’, ie, she genuinely gets a kick from dominating men, and this really appealed.

What stopped me going till now was I am scared of venturing to sessions in residential areas outside central London, particularly East London, but I decided to brave it, though I booked an early appointment as I always do outside of the centre for this reason.

Mistress Tytania gave me the best session I’ve had so far. We carried out my fantasies, TV and hogtie, in one seamless session. With other Dommes, I made the mistake of turning up with a script/shopping list and of course they feel obliged to follow this, and I wanted them to – but it didn’t really work for me. I knew I would get short shrift from Mistress Tytania if I even tried this so I just told her a couple of loose ideas of what I wanted to do, then I just relaxed and let her take it from there, do what she wanted. Because of her experience, and the fact that this is more of a lifestyle than a job for her, she could read me and what I wanted to do, but it was still a surprise for me ie I didn’t know what was coming next which heightened the excitement.

I enjoyed stripping for Mistress, enjoyed being ordered around, feeling totally under her control, enjoyed putting on the female garments, and of course the hogtie. I now want to explore all these elements further, like do a pure TV session and I definitely fancy a session of pure rope bondage. The only regret I had was seeing the suspension rigging from the roof just before I left… but then I realised… there’s always next time!

With some Mistresses it’s like you are meeting them backstage at the beginning, then they come out for an acting performance of the session – not Mistress Tytania. She is a Domme before, during, and after session. That makes a huge difference, I feel. Gives a much better atmosphere. I know there are probably guys who prefer it the other way too but I prefer Mistress Tytania’s way.

So all in all a great session and for those of you who can overcome your central London fetish in order to carry out your other fetishes, much excitement awaits.


Such a Perfect Day: Double Domme, Strapon & Fisting

“The fucking was relentless.  As soon as one dildo was taken away then another was introduced, always bigger, fatter, longer, deeper and pumped harder.  On my front, on my back, on my front, on my back.”
 
– By cockslut pig Tom.
Having been unable to attend the March Slutathon, Ms Tytania offered me the option of waiting till the next one or alternatively, to book a session. I chose a Double Domme strapon session with Ms Theda and Ms Tytania. Here is what happened…
Walking towards the door at exactly the given time, I still could have backed out but this moth has always been drawn to the flame, or in this case, two flames.  Ms Tytania and Ms Theda would be waiting.  I had talked to Ms Tytania by phone, revealed my kinkiest inner fantasy by mail and this left me feeling vulnerable.  Baring your darkest and deepest places to a Mistress can be a foolish thing. Its the old saying, ‘Be careful what you wish for’.  And I had wished for more than I knew I should.  I knew that Ms Tytania had shared my fantasies with Ms Theda.  This had put me at a double disadvantage.  I had never even spoken or written to Ms Theda and I was only imagining what they had in store for me.  In truth, I did not know, because scripting was never part of it. And I think it never should.  Their blank canvas was to do whatever they wished.  I was handing total control to two Mistresses that I had never met.
In the hallway I was greeted by two smiling faces.  Warm smiling faces, almost giggling.  I knew that whatever was going to happen, that they were really, really going to enjoy this.  I was really nervous but with the adrenaline that I enjoy and crave so much.  I was invited to kiss the hand of Ms Tytania and in turn that of Ms Theda. I was commanded to help buckle Ms Tytania’s stilletto shoes which with shaking hands took a while but was my pleasure.  I took deep breaths to calm myself but little did I know how important those deep breaths would become later on.
My nerves had got the better of me and I stood when I should be kneeling and was forgetting my permissions.  In truth, no groundrules had been laid and I was wobbling like jelly inside.  Ms Theda revealed the strap on that she already wore.  Men are supposed to like their statistics, how fast, top speed, etc while women just like the colour. I won’t bore you with exact dimensions but I will say that it was bigger by far than any dildo I had ever, ever taken.  It was black and fat.  Ms Theda ordered me to suck it.  I could not fit it in my mouth and many have accused me of having a big mouth over the years.  It just rested against my teeth, I could not fit it in.  I was helpless and stupid.  It never even occurred to me that Ms Theda wanted me to take it.  I thought it was just a prop.  She made me lick it because I could not swallow it.  I licked and looked up.  I could see her grin.  Nothing will ever persuade me that she was not absolutly loving the moment.  No actress in Holywood could display such a grin with the menace and pure joy that oozed from her face.  Time to worry, I had begged to be allowed to be a slut and boy was Ms Theda and Ms Tytania determined to make that happen.  We had not even started yet.
I was led into the ‘playroom’.  I stripped as instructed and  got on all fours ready to call the Mistresses back into the room.  This was arranged quickly.  I sensed the Mistresses were eager to get started.  This was not ‘clockwatching’.  This was purely about their lust and thirst.  Now I will tell you my first impressions of the Mistresses that in seconds to whom I was to instill my total trust.
Ms Tytania is simply stunning, warm and so so intelligent.  She made me feel that I would do anything just to please her and not to disappoint her but there was no question who was in charge.  This was her turf and she was running this show as seamlessly as a matron on a well run ward.
Ms Theda has the most wickedly expressive and lovely face.  She gives the impression that she knows what she wants and she knows that you are going to give it.  She was definitly going to push my limits and further than ever pushed before.  And her face was going to show that she was enjoying every second of doing it.
Now individually, both Mistresses are a joy and pleasure to meet.  Imagine how I felt with both but Two and Two does not equal four here.  The sum of their power and imagination together is vastly greater when joined.  They laugh together, they plan together, they bounce ideas together but most importantly they just loved doing the session together.  In a different life I would be proud to call them my friends.
I have read many testimonials and I agree that some moments shared are best kept between a mistress and slave.  But as a flavour I will share a small insight.  On their return I was quickly led to the bench that for the next hour and a half was to to be the place where I would be spitroasted like a pig.  I was even given a buttplug with a curly tail like a pig to warm me up for the hogroast feast that was to be theirs.
The fucking was relentless.  As soon as Ms Tytania’s dildo was taken away then another was introduced by Ms Theda, always bigger, fatter, longer, deeper and pumped harder.  On my front, on my back, on my front, on my back.  Ms Theda especially seemed to enjoy taking me on my back.  She loves to see the faces of ‘the boys she buggers’, contorted, begging for more, begging for less, pleading…
But there was humanity too, whenever the onslaught was at its height I asked for a hand to hold and it was there.  Being fucked relentlessy by Ms Tytania I asked to squeeze Ms Theda’s hand and was given it. I was encouraged and helped at every stage.
When Ms Theda fucked me I held Ms Tytania’s hand, careful not to squeeze too hard.  Despite my predicament there was always respect both ways. Mid session, Ms Theda introduced the dildo was that I had struggled with in the hall.  It was too big to get in my mouth and I thought too big for my arse. I was determined to try.  Ms Tytania distracted me by placing a shopping bag on my head.  Breathing was easy but the darkness was surreal,  I never told her that she had left a shopping receipt in the bottom of the bag.  It is strange that when Ms Theda was plundering my arse with the fattest dildo I had ever taken that I was squinting at the receipt wondering what shopping she had bought.
If the fattest dildo was mid session then what was at the end?  I will not go furthur into that but my ambition was fulfilled by Ms Tytania’s fist. She fisted me effortlessly, introducing her fist and then half of her arm, which she celebrated by wriggling her fingers inside me. This was all acheived with skill, care, trust and respect both ways.  I had gone through a journey to a destination that I had tried to reach many times.
I think that every session should leave unfinished business.  I was exhausted and literally fucked.  The Mistresses must have been exhausted also.  But there was going to be a finale.  I sensed Ms Theda would have carried on all day.  She prepared for the hardest, deepest fuck of the day with the fattest dildo.  Her face said it all.  I called it her ‘Going for Gold’ face. But my exhaustion meant that it must wait for another day.  And that day will come….

A WATERSPORTS AND FEMDOM SESSION TESTIMONIAL – BY SUBEM

On a recent trip to London, the opportunity to meet with a Mistress was just too much a temptation, and so I came to arrange a meeting with Ms Tytania; in fact I had contacted Ms Tytania well in advance, together with a couple of emails detailing my experience to date. I had long “promised” myself a meeting with Ms Tytania; her excellent website, her busy involvement in the “scene”, and the way in which she commented on the PDUK forum, all attracted me to her with a belief that we should be compatible. Well, things did not start off too well; my rubbish sense of direction conspired to make finding her premises an ordeal, and I don’t think she was well pleased, but I did get there eventually! We had a brief chat, with Ms Tytania checking off her tick list; did I like hair pulling? Well, given that I don’t have much, probably not, but there was definitely a grin as she said it, and a good sign I noted. While she left the room I had been instructed to strip off, adopt an all fours position, with my tribute clenched between my teeth and to call to Mistress that I was ready.
Obviously I am not going to go into too much detail, but I certainly did get what I “asked” for, and some very new experiences as well. That after all is why I was there; its always good to get the things that you like delivered in a quite different way! I love nipple torture, and I got plenty of that, delivered the Ms Tytania way, sensually but also quite brutal at times! The face sitting was the best I’ve ever had and really had me fighting for breath at times. I must mention the rope suspension, obviously a Ms Tytania speciality, and a first for me. The whole process is quite fascinating, from applying the binding, to taking one leg off the floor, and then the second leg, and flying!! Its definitely an activity that you need to get used to, but certainly an activity to try, and you do feel so completely helpless! This was a three hour session, and I guess there is always the chance that a new encounter would not work well for that time, but I certainly felt it went well, both relaxed and intense at times. I felt able to completely trust in Ms Tytania, which certainly allowed me to relax, even when I was “flying”. Watching Ms Tytania go about her work is also strangely reassuring; she clearly enjoys herself!
Finishing off we had a cup of tea and a wide ranging chat, which for me is also an important part of the session; its good to find out a little of the Mistress that you have just completely trusted yourself to! A lovely lady, accomplished and engrossed in her work, very approachable, sarcastic at times, kind at times, humorous at times, easy to trust in and consequently easy to submit to; indeed, a pleasure and an honour to submit to.
Given the opportunity I shall definitely seek another appointment, and this time I’ll get the directions correct! Thank you Ms Tytania!



MULTI-THEMED SESSION TESTIMONIAL – BY REEFKNOT

i knocked on the door and walked in, Mistress Tytania closed the door I turned around and saw Mistress Tytania dressed in a black rubber cat suit :0   with knee length black leather stiletto boots. i was directed into Her boudoir, W/we had a brief chat to confirm what had been outlined in my email.

The first task was to polish Mistress TytAnia’s rubber cat suit all over, what a chore 😉   once i had completed the polishing to Mistress Tytania’s satisfaction, i was instructed to remove my cloths, wrist cuff, a collar and lead were put on me and a cloths peg attached to each nipple for good measure  🙂

i was then instructed to get on all fours, Mistress Tytania sat astride me and told me to carry me to carry Her into the kitchen as She wished for me to make a cup of tea for Her.   Whilst the kettle was boiling Mistress Tytania had fetched a few more pegs   She applied four to the side of each nipple    then removed the peg from the nipples and applied little hair grips with little butterflies to each nipple ………… now they did hurt a bit :0 :).

The tea was made with the aid of Mistress Tytania tweaking the pegs from time to time, i was then told to carry the tea into the boudoir and place it on the side board.   Mistress Tytania sat on the sofa and instructed me to kneel in front of Her. Mistress Tytania teased the pegs on my nipples and trampled my cock and balls with Her stiletto heels.   “On your hands and knees i want to use you as a foot rest” was the next instruction, i was then told to worship Mistress boots.   When that was done Mistress Tytania removed the pegs :0

The next part of the session was rope bondage which was applied tightly around the chest waist and crouch my arms were securely bound to my body…….. i was instructed to kneel in front of the sofa again …………… the next thing i heard was crack – crack above my head “ever felt a single tail before”   my answer ??? no :0     a few strokes of that across my shoulders and bum.

i was then instructed to lay on my back on the bench with my head toward the cross, my ankles where then bound, lifted
and secured to the cross, just right for the riding crop and a few more strokes of the single tail. my ankles where then tied to each side of the bench my knees held apart by also being tied the side of the bench, Mistress Tytania sat on my chest and applied a tight cord binding to my cock and balls, when Mistress Tytania got off my chest clover clamps where placed on my nipples and the ends of the CBT binding passed through the joining chain of the clamps and the cord tpulled by Mistress Tytania 🙂

Mistress Tytania though red candle wax would match the nice pink colour of the CBT binding, before She went to get the candle cloths pegs and those hair grips where applied to my balls :0    Mistress Tytania removed the clover clamps from my nipples and sat back on my chest removed the pegs from my balls and then liberally applied the wax, when She stood up my nipples received the same treatment and then a bit more on the cock and balls.

i was realised from the bench and told to stand the rope bondage was removed, this left a wonderful crisscross pattern on my body. i was then instructed to fetch Mistress Tytania a glass of water from the kitchen on my return i was once again told to get on all fours in front of the sofa, Mistress Tytania then put Her humbler on me, She then sat down using me as a foot rest and a some more boot worship. The humbler, collar and cuffs were removed W/we then had a post session chat.

There were several things in the session with Mistress Tytania that i had not done before, the session was a good mix of bondage, S&M and D’s and is on my “i must session again short list”

Thank You Mistress Tytania for a wonderful session, You looked absolutely stunning in Your rubber cat suit!



A FEMDOM SESSION TESTIMONIAL – BY SUBMISSIVE BACKLIT

A femdom session in Mistress Tytania’s East London Studio, by submissive Backlit. Testimonial.

I’m spectacularly infrequent in my playtime, and notch up many kink-free months between sessions (all four of them). This is an unsatisfactory state of affairs; the only benefit is that for me each session is automatically a memorable ‘event’. But even if I were a daily player, this encounter would be etched in the memory.

I’ve admired Ms Tytania from afar for too long, and after due consideration (several years) wrote, deleted, and rewrote her an email. She was amused, and laughed either at or with it. I won’t say she’s approachable. She is, but that’s unhelpful, rather like saying she’s a person. She IS immediately tremendous, and boasts an infallible bullshit detector. I was instructed to call for a chat, during which she told me I wasn’t really looking for what I’d described in my email. This was bold and, as it turned out, right on the money.

I’d asked for a pain-focused session, identifying and stretching limits, with a liberal dose of humiliation. She rightly discerned some misplaced machismo, and within the framework of a very appropriate roleplay, set about disabusing me. You know from the moment you meet Ms Tytania, and enter her space (domestic, and thoughtfully accoutred), that you’re in expert hands. I spent the pre-session chat on my knees – a first for me, and I preferred it. I felt encouraged to speak freely during a thorough check of likes and no-nos, while she left me under no illusion of my place. She has an innate knack for this, and it’s quite bewitching. If you didn’t leave your own expectations at the door, a few seconds spent naked at her feet are enough to remind you to focus on hers. Very liberating.

I had worried a roleplay would feel forced somehow, but Ms Tytania is expert at constructing and maintaining a narrative, and I was fully consumed by the psychodrama. This was an introductory session weaved into a roleplay, in which I was subjected to a series of endurance tests as part of a job interview, with the torments interspersed with lengthy periods of heel worship and foot massage. I performed adequately at best, and Ms Tytania was witheringly critical of my efforts when I disappointed, while quick to praise me with an arch ‘I’ve seen better’ when I came up to scratch. I covet her Le Corbusier chaise longue, and spent a good part of the session tightly bound to it, grimacing.

This review is deliberately light on juicy detail, but as a snapshot: during a bout of CBT with some especially evil and tiny hair grips, I lost focus and was very close to the limit of my meagre tolerance. Ms Tytania noticed, but kept me riding the edge, and stretched me, without pushing me so far that I had to tap out, before obligingly coaxing me back under her spell with a slap to the face and a thorough drenching of spit. Utterly wonderful. But I could have worshipped her heel and massaged her feet for the whole session and felt amply fulfilled – proof that Ms Tytania was right to doubt my email. She rather knows her stuff, it turns out.

Our meeting wound down with a proper cuppa, and easy wide-ranging chat. Ms Tytania set me right and left me wanting more in the best possible way, with a new fetish or two, my inner whore lovingly fed and watered. And not a little in lust. Thank you.



DOMESTIC DOMINATION SESSION TESTIMONIAL – SLAVE FOREST

A real life Domination & submission session, by slave Forest. Testimonial.

Mistress Tytania is already well known to  people on the wider London fetish scene, both of which are enriched by her enthusiastic participation. Having enjoyed several sessions with Miss Tytania over recent months, my purpose in writing this review is to describe as best I can the qualities that have made the experience fulfilling, to help others decide whether to request a session with her. Sessions take place in a 1st floor apartment, situated securely in a quiet residential estate a few minutes’ walk from the Docklands Light Railway. The train time from Bank station is about 10 minutes.

The flat reflects Miss Tytania’s warm personality and her vocation as an artist, and I find it very easy to feel relaxed there, slipping readily through that delicate veil dividing the everyday world from the magical realm of D/s. Sessions normally start with a friendly conversation in the kitchen, before we proceed to the main play room. I believe that for Miss Tytania domination is a passion, and she derives fulfilment from the psychological and emotional aspects of D/s play.

In session with her, there is for me a real sense of engaging person-to-person, each of us communicating sincerely and with a smile, without any acting or role-play. I do not mean that either of us could live exclusively in that mode, but in session feel that we are both expressing important aspects of ourselves that are closely bound up with what we are. This means that the sessions are spontaneous and unpredictable.

I tend to outline in advance a few things that it might be good to try, and Miss Tytania clearly prepares for the session in advance, but there is no script or order of ceremony to follow. Apart from when Miss Tytania gags me with a pair of her panties, let us say, or uses her leather head harness, with mouth-bit, on me, we tend to talk a lot in session, about a range of things, and this sometimes influences the direction the session takes.

However, I should stress that my conversational skills are of necessity impaired when Miss Tytania has me bound face-down over her bench, or strapped to the cross, and is inflicting CP on me, or she is taking delight in trampling up and down on my chest and stomach. A few groans, yelps and ‘Thank you, Madams’ are generally all I can muster then  😀 Miss Tytania is a skilled and passionate exponent of rope bondage, and I have spent a fair proportion of my time in session in some kind of restrictive bondage, often wearing nipple clamps – this does not necessarily excuse me from having to struggle into the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water when she is thirsty, and I have come to the conclusion that she really likes to see men suffering for her. 😀

Miss Tytania has lovely feet and enjoys having them pampered by a careful and respectful submissive. I love providing that service, so it has sometimes provided a soothing prolonged ending to the session. A benefit of getting to know each other is that we can develop and try new things. In Miss Tytania’s web-site parlance, I am definitely a Goddess Worshipper rather than a Pain Slut, and she welcomes both. But I have been able to move a little way towards the latter category under her encouragement. Miss Tytania has been doing professional sessions for only a year, and is herself still learning, perfecting her craft, so a session can be a voyage of discovery for both Mistress and submissive.

I have found Miss Tytania to be very conscious of health and safety issues, especially with potentially dangerous activities like bondage and trampling. She does not pack sessions close together, so there is always opportunity to unwind and relax, and she is very generous with her time. In my view, Miss Tytania would not be the right professional Mistress for those who want primarily sexual experiences. Sexual arousal, though pleasurable, is incidental to rather than the main purpose of the session. She maintains strict boundaries which you do not ask her to cross. On a practical note, I would strongly recommend getting very detailed directions before the first session, as it is a bit of a maze around there, and I was glad I had an A-Z with me; and go to the session with a mobile phone.



SESSION TESTIMONIAL BY HOLOFERNES

A REAL FEMDOM CANING SESSION TESTIMONIAL.

It is almost exactly a year since I first sessioned with Ms Tytania. Apart from one piece of SM tourism in the States, it was my first session for sixteen months: the reasons are private, but they did mean that I needed something very special, and I thought long and hard before choosing the mistress who would reinitiate me. I was led to Ms T by some perceptive and accurate praise in a review by Forest. He has flawless taste: her sympathy, understanding, and skill were just what I needed. I have seen her several times since: most recently, almost on the anniversary of our first session.

Many who frequent London events will be familiar with Ms T’s Louise Brooks-like attractiveness and elegance of figure. She is, as many have said, a very nice person. She is also naturally and vocationally committed to sexual domination.

As her website makes clear, she operates in a domestic environment, in an elegant apartment, adorned with some of her witty and talented paintings. It has become rather more dungeon-like over the year, since her artistic talents extend to the designing and making of a comfortable and very distinctive whipping bench. Yet more importantly, her skills include great understanding of the kinds of needs that drive submissives.

I dislike describing the physical details of sessions. Suffice it to say that, dressed exactly as I wished, this beautiful, likeable, and extremely energetic mistress gave me a blissfully severe CP session, of which the culminating 120 strokes of the cane were a mere fraction of the perfect whole.

Some weeks ago, we were discussing the nineteenth-century mistress Theresa Berkeley. Two passages from a contemporary description of her stick in my mind. The mistress ‘must have a quick and intuitive method of observing the various aberrations of the human mind, and be ready and quick to humour and relieve them’. Full marks, Ms T. The same writer speaks of the longing ‘to receive chastisement from the hands of a fine woman’. ‘Fine’ at that time meant ‘Exquisitely fashioned; delicately beautiful’. ‘Chastisement from the hands of a fine woman’ is a perfect description of the Ms Tytania experience.



Ms Tytania: a session review, by backlit

This review of a recent session with Ms Tytania was originally posted on the PDUK forum, “PD Reviews” board: session review

I’m spectacularly infrequent in my playtime, and notch up many kink-free months between sessions (all four of them). This is an unsatisfactory state of affairs; the only benefit is that for me each session is automatically a memorable ‘event’. But even if I were a daily player, this encounter would be etched in the memory.

I’ve admired Tytania from afar for too long, and after due consideration (several years) wrote, deleted, and rewrote her an email. She was amused, and laughed either at or with it. I won’t say she’s approachable. She is, but that’s unhelpful, rather like saying she’s a person. She IS immediately tremendous, and boasts an infallible bullshit detector. I was instructed to call for a chat, during which she told me I wasn’t really looking for what I’d described in my email. This was bold and, as it turned out, right on the money.

I’d asked for a pain-focused session, identifying and stretching limits, with a liberal dose of humiliation. She rightly discerned some misplaced machismo, and within the framework of a very appropriate roleplay, set about disabusing me. You know from the moment you meet Tytania, and enter her space (domestic, and thoughtfully accoutred), that you’re in expert hands. I spent the pre-session chat on my knees – a first for me, and I preferred it. I felt encouraged to speak freely during a thorough check of likes and no-nos, while she left me under no illusion of my place. She has an innate knack for this, and it’s quite bewitching. If you didn’t leave your own expectations at the door, a few seconds spent naked at her feet are enough to remind you to focus on hers. Very liberating.

I had worried a roleplay would feel forced somehow, but Tytania is expert at constructing and maintaining a narrative, and I was fully consumed by the psychodrama. This was an introductory session weaved into a roleplay, in which I was subjected to a series of endurance tests as part of a job interview, with the torments interspersed with lengthy periods of heel worship and foot massage. I performed adequately at best, and Tytania was witheringly critical of my efforts when I disappointed, while quick to praise me with an arch ‘I’ve seen better’ when I came up to scratch. I covet her Le Corbusier chaise longue, and spent a good part of the session tightly bound to it, grimacing.

This review is deliberately light on juicy detail, but as a snapshot: during a bout of CBT with some especially evil and tiny hair grips, I lost focus and was very close to the limit of my meagre tolerance. Tytania noticed, but kept me riding the edge, and stretched me, without pushing me so far that I had to tap out, before obligingly coaxing me back under her spell with a slap to the face and a thorough drenching of spit. Utterly wonderful. But I could have worshipped her heel and massaged her feet for the whole session and felt amply fulfilled – proof that Tytania was right to doubt my email. She rather knows her stuff, it turns out.

Our meeting wound down with a proper cuppa, and easy wide-ranging chat. Tytania set me right and left me wanting more in the best possible way, with a new fetish or two, my inner whore lovingly fed and watered. And not a little in lust. Thank you.