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

Extended isolation and confinement in rope bondage

Hogtie Feb 2017

For rope fiends who love being confined and left alone in a corner for an extended, undisturbed time, I offer extended rope bondage bundling-up & isolation sessions.

These are £80 per hour. Please note that, unlike normal cell/cage incarceration and isolation, i have to keep an eye on the rope and possible issues with blood circulation, limbs going numb, etc, so the types of bondage have to be checked and changed regularly throughout the duration of the imprisonment.

A recent testimonial:

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More about my extended incarceration & imprisonment sessions.

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A crawl-in closet cage in my Boudoir

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Been a bratty boy? Has Mistress lost patience with you? You need some isolation away time, caged in my closet cage under the clothes rack!

Inbuilt in one of my clothes and accessories wardrobes, there is a little, dark but surprisingly roomy, closet to hide bad sluts in. so while I’m doing my toilette, changing clothes, putting my rubber or my fully seamed stockings on… my sluts are frustratingly handcuffed, bundled and incarcerated in my crawl-in closet cage. Fancy an hour or two to calmly meditate and reflect on your many slutty sins? Or perhaps you’ve displeased me and you need to be discarded, out away like unwanted shoes? I have a place just for you…

More details on my caging and isolation sessions page.

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FEMDOM KINKNAPPING IN LONDON – SCENARIOS

UNDERGROUND specialises in three types of kidnapping/hostage scenarios, all of them tried and tested on our victims:

1. In our studio: you book a session as normal and turn up on the day agreed. As soon as you walk into the dimly lit hallway, you will be pounced upon and bound and blindfolded. From then on, you will be subjected to 2 hours of captivity, interrogation, bondage and forced cultural reeducation into Femdom by our two female agents.

2. In a hotel: You will book a hotel room and hand over the keys at reception in an envelope with my name on it. You will leave the room before kidnapping begins. We will retrieve key at reception and go into your room. Once the room is ready, we will summon you via sms. You will then knock at the room door, enter, and be pounced upon and subjected to 2 hours of captivity, interrogation, bondage and forced cultural reeducation into Femdom by our two female agents.

3. Kidnapped off the London streets: you will be asked to be in a certain London location on the day and time agreed beforehand. Our two female agents will grab you off the street by surprise, handcuff and blindfold you and bundle you into a car. You will be then taken to our safe house, where you will be subjected to 2 hours of captivity, interrogation, bondage and forced cultural reeducation into Femdom by our two female agents.

Email Ms Tytania for prices, deposit system, etc.

All bookings require a 30% deposit paid in advance and no later than 3 days before the appointed time for the kidnapping. The rest of the money will be carried by you in a pocket, inside and enveloped and retrieved when body searched at snatching point.

Menacing emails will be sent to you with demands, reasons why you have been chosen to be kidnapped by our all female Femdom terror group UC-SC, instructions and protocol, prior to the kidnapping.

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Bespoke Kidnappings

When I started offering full, off the street kidnappings to very adventurous chaps, I knew I was part of a long history of providers of what is for many, a cherished dark fantasy. When I was at art college, I read about Brock Enright, a NYC artist who performed an arranged kidnapping as part of a live performance, and found himself innunated by emails from people who asked him if they’d kidnap them too. And how much would that cost. Being a struggling artist, he took up the opportunity and organized a very successful kidnappings for people who ere from the ones who felt an erotic frisson (I know those), to ladies who wanted to be locked up to lose weight. He’d tapped into a complex, but widely spread fantasy.

When I became a Pro-Domme, around the time when he was performing his bespoke kidnappings, I learned that being captured, held hostage and put to the test in captivity, was a hue turn on for many, too. For me, taking the role of predator and incarcerator, was dream come true.

I’ve always found this kind of power very exciting, because its the opposite of the age old image of the Dominatrix as a woman permanently locked in her own dungeon, or of she belongs to the perfumed classes, mollycoddled and flattered by slaves while she rests passively on velvet cushions. I’ve always preferred the image of a dominant woman, as woman of action. Lara Croft , rather than Anita Ekberg (even though I love both, for different reasons).

I also derive a lot of my ideas and preferences as a Domme from art, and I consider all my sessions and events an art performance. Try to prove me wrong, I’ll bore you to tears with my replies to the old: “yes, but is it art?”

UNDERGROUND FEMDOM is in a way my crossover version of Enright’s bespoke kidnappings from the early years of the decade. When I was at art college and read about him, i never imagined hat I’s find myself doing a very similar thing, in the name of Femdom. But life has proved me time and time again that it does indeed have a tendency to imitate art. Brock Enright says in and interview: “I’d rather live in a different world, but I don’t know what world that would be.”

I do. It’s the world that Ms Tytania has built. In my world, gentlemen get kidnapped off the streets of London by feral Femdom guerillas. And they thank them for the privilege. Because all art aspires at creating an alternative to the mundanity of Monday mornings.

Being kidnapped by a team of female predators, can be the most exhilarating form of D/s and power exchange that can be imagined.

Latest kidnapping and hostage video clips can be viewed on my members’ website, The Urban Chick Supremacy Cell. Join now!


THE URBAN CHICK SUPREMACY CELL


Forget about Mistresses tottering in high heels – we aren’t just any Femdom site.

Have you ever wondered what your Mistress gets up to after she has kicked the last groveling slave from under her feet? Do you fear that she discards her dominant persona, shelves her sadistic fetish bitch mask, to embrace her so-called natural calling as a model of meek femininity?
You are wrong! Mistress by day… but at night, 
she swaps her nylons and heels for tight jeans, bovver boots and balaclava.  She is no mere dominatrix in a Femdom fantasy anymore, but a woman guerrilla against patriarchy! Her mission: to destroy the Patriarchy. To hunt down all City Boys and other capitalist sexist male scum vermin. To wipe the smug smile off their complacent faces whilst they wipe the dirt off her bovver boots. To crush the cock and destroy the male sex!

Join our Femdom Video website now and watch 12 hours of relentless, high quality Hard Edge Femdom!

  

 

  

THE HARD EDGE OF FEMDOM!

   

YOU WILL OBEY FEMALE RULE!

  

  

Male scum! It could be YOU next!

 


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.


Bespoke Kidnappings on Bizarre Magazine!

I’ve been very quiet of late, here, due to horrid, headache-worthy technical problems and bugs plaguing my website. I almost forgot to say that our Bespoke Kidnapping Services, undertaken with the help of my kinky comrade in arms, Ms Slide Rules You, featured in Bizarre Magazone. Clock on the photo to go to the page and read the full article, itnerview, and testimonials form our kidnapped specimens.

Also, go to UNDERGROUND – Bespoke kidnapping, interrogation and waterboarding session. And have you heard of pissboarding? Yes, we do that too.


UNDERGROUND FEMDOM! KIDNAPPING AND INTERROGATION

This page is for full on, no frills, fetish kinknapping and abduction scenarios. For extended caging and isolation only sessions, go here: Caging & Captivity or Extended inescapable rope bondage sessions.

Ms Tytania & Ms Slide’s Bespoke Kidnappings, interviewed on Bizarre Magazine! Read the article here.

 

FEMDOM KINKNAPPING FOR BRAVE BOYS

Pampered, perfumed London Mistresses by day… but at night, urban Chicks Ms Tytania and Ms Slide, ditch the bland comforts of the boudoir, to capture, drag off the streets and interrogate, helpless members of the inferior male species.

Last week, we undertook the no small feat of kidnapping a a male for an UNDERGROUND scenario. We chose a dark January night, and the narrow alley ways of East London. Directed to a remote backyard in an industrial estate, our victim carried a bunch of white roses to be recognized. From our car, we recognized him immediately by his nerves. “Everybody is staring at me funny”, he texted. As if anyone would care!

Passer-bys could hardly bat an eyelid at a man being handcuffed, dragged and taken inside a car parked in a quiet, dimly lit London street.

Driving to the Cell was easy: blindfolded, he couldn’t guess where he was being taken.

 


Once in the Cell, he was subjected to a harsh regime of bondage, caging, kicking, and enforced indoctrination into Female Supremacy. Piss-boarding, the Urban Chick Supremacy Cell’s very own contribution to revolutionary urban warfare, was needed to soften his stubborn macho brains. Enforced anal occupation was undertaken by a zesty, enthusiastic Ms Slide.

UNDERGROUND sessions are Ms Tytania and Ms Slide’s dominant passtime du jour. Males are welcome to submit to a full kidnapping, hostage and interrogation by email. Find out more by clicking on the link.

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UNDERGROUND: a waterboarding & hostage session

I received him dressd in my favourite leopard print wrap around dress, winter boots and gloves. The lobby were we were meeting, the antechamber to my fearsome UNDERGROUND Cell (which is actually on the top floor , ha), was stylish welcoming, with a comfy leather Chesterfield sofa and a bar. He thought I wasn’t serious, I could read it in his eyes.

We had a cup of tea to warm up in the cold early March morning, it’d taken him some time to arrive to hsi destination: my underground prison cell in deepest East London. Still, all he could see was the misleadingly homely lobby.

He let me handcuff and blindfold him and I gulped my last sip of tea. He said he might need to loo before going up. “Too late”, I replied, “we are going up”

He stumbled on the metal staircase, blind, hands behind his back in steeel polie cuffs. I’d told him to wer clothes I could rip with my hunting knife. I started a soon as he was halfway onto the top floor, prodding him with the tip of the sharp bowie knife, slitting fabric here and there. he yelped like a puppy wehn the metal tip pricked his skin. No blood though.

The room had a clean, white medical area on one side, and a large barred cell on the other. I ripped his clothes with my hunting knife and only when he was completely naked, I turned him round towards the cell and removed his blindfold. The cell was the size of a small room. I kicked him in. He was shaking a little by then, but not much. I tied him up to the cell’s hard cot, his head hanging out of the edge, barely held by a block of wood lower than the bed edge. When I walked in with a bucket full of water and a large, dirty rag, he understood. It was for real.

I’d added the leftovers of our tea to the already not very clean water. I noisily pissed on it, in front of my helpless hostage, to top the bucket up. All that morning tea! The rag on his face and chest wasn’t too clean too, I’d brought my soiled kitchen towels, for realism. He gasped. he gasped even more when i sat in his face to increase the feeling of drowning and lack of air. Attaching the electrics to his shrunk cock & scrotum was agood idea too, unfortunately the electricity didn’t travel to the wet patch. Damn.

Still reluctant to surrender to the demands of the Underground Cell, I untied him and had an idea I’;d toyed with in the past, but never actually carried out: japanese rope suspension and waterboarding? He s after all a strappy, ex’Army lad (or so he claimed). I suspended him face up, on four secure, separate points, his head again lower than his torso.

Waterboarding. It worked. He gasped for air, his chest contrained by his own weight and the rope’s pressure on it. he ave in. he yielded. he surrendered to Feral, militant Female Supremacy. We won! And he’d booked this Underground session for March 8th, International Women’s Day. Wonderful irony, eh?

 

 

To be continued…