Posts tagged “femdom guerilla

A Trampling Session

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Shaved head neko fetish photos

As a die hard hair fetishist who gets a real buzz from the electric clippers, I am pleased to present these recent photo shoot that combines my freshly shaved head and a neko Mistress aesthetic.

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The Grand Slutathon – Stop lurking!

We are a group of very experienced London Dommes, dedicated to help straight and bi boys, explore their deepest fantasy… boy on boy sluttery.

I can’t possibly keep track of the visits that The Grand Slutathon & Slut Bed of Shame pages receive; the amount of emails that lead nowhere, that I receive and reply to; the care I put in answering the questions and hesitation of so many men, who fantasise endlessly about Forced-Bi, boy on boy action, total surrender to their slutty self, under the eyes of expert Mistresses: Rebekka Raynor, Ms Slide Rules You , Ms Theda Vamp, and other guest Mistresses and Dommes, past and present.

After almost 6 years organising this kind of party honestly, I’ve lost the sense of time with this one), I am confident that I know and understand the mind of the straight men who partake or wish to partake, in such non-normative activities. My friends and colleagues and myself have been encouraging sluts to cultivate their inner boy sluts, and the Grand Slutathon has evolved accordingly. We know that a casual, light femdom soiree start is the way to go. We know how to make you chill and lose inhibitions, and how to build up to a frenzy of desire and anticipation. The secret is in starting easy and teasingly. You can’t everything you want all at once. You have to be made to miss it, to want it, to long for it. instant gratification of your desires is not our policy.

We like the afternoon to progress, from light banter and femdom play, to the Grand Finale of ames and slut Bed of Shame. or you can stop after the Strapon Tea party if so you wish, and leave the dimly lit boudoir for the more adventurous chaps, who are by now gagging for a bit of cock in their mouths.

I am positive that i have created a party, The Grand Slutathon, where all boy sluts can discover and express their inner boy whores, in a creative, complicit and fun environment, without rush or pushing. Forced bi, boy on boy action, is a huge fantasy for many straight men, but also, one that has to be explored with care and sensitivity. also, with dedicated filth in the mind (mostly on the Mistresses’ minds).

So what are you waiting for? You have been lurking, reading, watching, asking questions then timidly dissappearing form my radar. But the fantasy hasn’t gone away. it never will. So come along, drop us an email and we might make some room for you at the next Strapon Tea party, or the Slut Bed of Shame. The Grand Slutathon is for you, filthy boys. Click on the links for more info, forthcoming dates, and to wetten that appetite!


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.

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UC-SC Members’ Site is Now Live!

The Urban Chick Supremacy Members’ Site, the Hard Edge of Femdom, is now open for enforced male re-education into Female Supremacy. With over two hours of videos and hundreds of pictures, you have no choice but to pay your Revolutionary Tax now and JOIN THE REVOLUTION!

The Hard Edge of Femdom.

The Urban Chick Supremacy Members’ Site, the Hard Edge of Femdom, is now open for enforced male re-education into Female Supremacy. With over two hours of videos and hundreds of pictures, you have no choice but to pay your Revolutionary Tax now and JOIN THE REVOLUTION!

The Urban Chick Supremacy Cell

 


Photo gallery: Fred Perry inspired latex dress

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In a nod to gay fetish subculture, Ms Tytania pays homage to the skinhead look in a Fred Perry inspired latex dress, Doc Martens boots and a chelsea haircut. Skynbirds get their own, well deserved fetish niche, in shiny rubber and patent leather. Red, of course.


The Revolution has started!

The Urban Chick Supremacy Cell is fast becoming a reality. The hard edge of Female Supremacy is here to change the world of Femdom as we know it! Here is a sneak preview: a bunch of stills hand-picked from the lastest video. The Urban chick Supremacy Cell – soon a brand new member’s site on your screen!

No goddess! No Mistress! No Corsets!

Click here to see The Urban Chick Supremacy Cell on Flickr
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Ms Tytania on Filament Magazine

A full page picture and comment on issue no. 7, “The Red Issue”, of Filament – the thinking woman’s magazine.

“Lovely men – Saucy Fiction – Smart reading”

Beautiful publication full of things that interest women who have better things to do with their pretty heads than obsessing over reality TV, celebs or the size of their bottoms. Yet another reaosn not to condemn publication on paper to room 101 yet!

Click on the link below and then on ‘preview to view full screen’ to find me on page 35.

Filament Red Issue no. 7


My inner malcontent bitch

My new website has unearthed in me deep desires to humiliate, insult, hurt and trample the boys mercilessly. After last saturday’s Erotica Ball, where Tommy butler boy got his just desserts (including a rather rough manzillian) along with Rebekka Raynor, my rough side is rearing to go on a rampage. I crave being more of a no-nonsense, unpredictable, merciless virago. Civilization has stopped at my door, the boudoir is in a bloodthirsty turmoil. Welcome, slaves, subs, and devotees. The door will close behind you to a no-frillies, no la-di-dah experience. You’ve been warned.


The Urban Chick Supremacy Cell

“All you need to make a movie is a girl and a gun” – Jean-Luc Godard

One Woman Urban Guerrilla Against Soft Femdom

For all lovers of gritty girls in bovver boots, ripped fishnets and attitude, I’ve just launched a new website: The Urban Chick Supremacy Cell. Chicks with guns roaming the streets of London for suitable prey. Run to your semi dettached dint he suburbs before they trample you with their mean boots!

For those who, like me, get tired of too much fawning over Mistress and have had enough champagne and chocolate, you can keep the flowers, gentlemen.


Interview for Filament magazine

I’ve just been interviewed for the next issue of Filament Magazine, a magazine for the female gaze. They asked me questions on ” image problems”of professional domination and Femdom in general, Bitchy Jones and my advise to budding Dommes. I had to chop my original replies by half, I have a well formed opinion on thes matters and could have used the whole magazine space for them!

But then, one needs glamourous pictures to go with the article… so I’m now beautifying myself for a photo shoot with Mechaniques Photography this afternoon.


A good cartload of sexist, mysoginist myths, exposed.

And after a night of dressing up and prancing about the studio, you’d have thought that I’d be all fresh and content in the morning. Well I was, until my friend, the irrepressible Miss Kitty Stryker, sent a link to this article on one of the many, online women’s magazines that choke the internet at the moment: The Beta Male: a man who is all about your needs. And I am feeling not very happy to see the obsolete cliches that come thick and fast in it, passing as “feminist thought”. Aherm!

“… perhaps you are too strong a personality for most guys”

Erm… perhaps you are just wrong for most men, period? wonderful people that you relate to at many levels, either men or women, don’t grow on trees. Finding somebody to connect at a mental, physical, sensual, erotic level is blood hard, because we are all rather complicated, regardless of your gender. And it’s a good thing, so don’t feel like a victim: it’s a good sign.

The article perpetuates the validity of the Popular Girl fantasy that I thought was left behind when we finished school: if you aren’t universally lusted after by every single man that crosses your path, then you are doing something wrong. And you have failed as a woman, because a woman’s sole purpose in life is to validate herself by her universal sex appeal. Unfortunately, as my Gran feared, clever girls are left on the shelf. But I think that was in the XXth Century, no?

Yes, but we have a solution for you: settle down for second best, and you’ll see all the runts of the litter flocking to your yard. In droves! Great! It doesn’t matter if they aren’t what you expected, as long as there are lots to choose from. Pile them high, buy them cheap.

So what is a Beta Male, a lesser man, a runt of the litter in this article? A man who appreciates your intellect over your bod, apparently. Obviously, red blooded alpha jocks scare them with their wit, education and not too hard to compete, better intellect. And thank god for that, do you really, really want a knuckledragger on your arm? Not my idea of arm candy, certainly.

So why this obsession with defining people as “ALpha” and “Beta”. it’s always annoyed me no end. If we are to define alpha, then Bill Gates, quintessential nerd extraordinaire, is an alpha Male. Whilst your testosterone-fuelled young footballer in Second Division provincial team, even if he woos all the girls at his local branch of Spearmint Rhino, isn’t. Even the fact that some people need this pack animal definition, annoys me. We are humans, not feral dogs, and far more complex than them.

So why does this juvenile obsession with being the most popular girl at school persist into adult life?

Even in a world like professional domination, there isn’t such a thing as one Domme Fits All. Different ladies appeal to different potential clients, and vice-versa. Is this a fail on the Domme’s part? No if, like me, she wants to appeal to play partners and clients who fit snugly into her own preferences, style and mystique. I don’t want to be universally, blindly lusted after, I want to share the quirks and foibles that make Ms Tytania, with those who appreciate and amplify them.

But going back to the old subject of finding potential partners in the age of independent, educated, succesful, opinionated women currently taking over the world whilst remaining sad, pitiful spinsters: grow up ladies, you do have a public, even if it’s not a cast of millions. And there is nothing wrong with that, if yo believe, as I think you should in quality over quantity. If a woman really belives in herself, she shouldn’t worry by the discovery that she is an a niche market, an exotic taste, not a popular flavour of the month.

And the myth of the beta male! If you can’t bring yourself to dumb yourself down, lessen your standards. And by lower standards, the article refers to ‘ beta men’ described as those who can see and appreciate your mental and emotional qualities without being blinded by the sight of your pneumatic lady parts. Yes, a man who cultivates his brain over his brawn, how inferior. Ladies, if you think there is something wrong with your achievements just because you don’t have a stables of mammoth-hunting suitors at your doorstep, then perhaps you don’t deserve your achievements.

So who are the Alphas of this world for the person who wrote this article? Ultimately, the woman who will elicit the most hoots and wolf-whistling from Mr White Van Man (an alpha male himself, I suppose).

Ladies, if your idea of alpha is Stan Kowalsky, coming back home with a snarl and bleeding meat of fresh kill over his shoulders, why did you spend all your money in books? Perhaps you should change your strategy and spend it all in peroxide and fake bake.

Gentlemen: I’ve read many times about the shy, sociably inept male who describes himself as beta, a substitute for “submissive”. If you think that submissiveness means being a useless, unworldly child in search for a mother substitute, then you got it all wrong. Even today, it takes a lot of courage for most men to acknowledge that they don’t want to be testosterone-lead beasts. In my experience, rugger-buggers take it up the arse from a lady and IT geeks have stables of panting slave girls. And none of them are neither alpha nor beta.

This article validates choosing second best, perpetuates cliches of school jocks and geeks (very American), and tells you that being the most popular girl at school is an aspiration that you should bring into your adult life. And that if you can’t keep a jock to parade on your arm, grit your teeth and walk tall in the company of that boy who isn’t that great, but if he likes you and appreciates you, you should reward him with the joys of your poon. A woman should be grateful for any validation she can get, form anyone, and anywhere. Sexual validation, and in great quantities, is key. Feminism? I don’t think so.