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MISTRESS TYTANIA LOVES HER STRAPON DILDOS

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Mistress Tytania sessions in her exclusive and discreet Femdom Studio near Canary Wharf, East London. But she also travels extensively across the world.

During her travels, she visited The Other World Kingdom twice. There, she indulged in the Femdom Goddess life, waited upon by an army of eager boy sluts. In this scene, she caught her slaves in the pissoir and ambushed them. Forced to suck her strapon dildo and kiss her latex covered arse, they had no choice but to surrender. They submitted to her wishes and were rewarded with a royal pegging.
You might want to consider an expert strapon pegging session with this formidable rampant Mistress.
Or simply enjoy her other strapon and pegging Mistress galleries, by clicking on the navigation bar sub-menu.

MS TYTANIA AT THE OTHER WORLD KINGDOM 2

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MISTRESS TYTANIA’S STRAPON FOR ANAL AND PEGGING SLUTS

Look at that massive strapon! The long, rubber  opera gloves! The determination in Mistress Tytania’s face! Are you ready to surrender to pegging by her female cock?

From a humble finger exploration to fisting, and of course, without forgetting my impressive arsenal of strapon dildos and harnesses, Mistress Tytania is a dedicated, passionate Pegging Mistress. 
From parties to one to one sessions, from eager anal virgins to consummate fisting veterans, she knows how to satisfy all anal sluts in her East London Studio.

Mistress Tytania’s vast collection of strapon dildos of all sizes, shapes and textures, are her weapons of ass destruction!

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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


The Force Behind London Docklands

Nothing like a well trussed up City by to start the morning in Ms Tytania’s studio…


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.
More!
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


The Other World Kingdom, OWK – Nostalgia 2

The Other World Kingdom’s grounds and buildings contained every single habitat a Mistress may want to live in: luxury hotel suites (with en-suite cells!); underground cellar prisons; plush Baroque salons, games rooms, fully fitted dungeons and kitchesn… I used many of them but I was, apparently, the first person to even film in a toilet.

Well. I was wearing my back latex catsuit; I was also wearing my black 8″ rubber dildo strapon; I had three willing slaves to do as I pleased. So i thought that a nice little scene of penis envy (my penis, not theirs!), would be fun. In these scenes, you can see me using my cock like a man: to piss on a men’s urinal, and to admire and compare cock size with the boys. Because that’s what men do in men’s toilet’s I’ve heard.

One of my mottos is: everything a man can do, a woman can do better. Here is some proof 🙂


Slut S the anal slut, gets and extreme anal fisting from Mistress Tytania

“This is an account of my second appointment with this wonderful Mistress. Let me tell you a little about myself.  I am 40 something anal whore. I just love to be violated and my “boycunt” sodomized with a variety of implements. Hard anal pegging with strapons, occasionally the real meat but most especially with a beautiful woman and her clenched fist.  My first meeting with Ms Tytania was excellent, full on debauchery where she gave me a full, deep fisting. So I knew with the next meeting she wouldn’t disappoint this little slut.

“We met again at noon for a 1 hour session. Mistress Tytania greeted me with a friendly (and knowing) smile.  The apartment was full of her beautiful pegging toys.  Dildos of all shapes, sizes and colours were there to be chosen.  A leather sling hung in the centre of her main play space.  The accoutrements of her craft littered the apartment.  “This is going to be fun.” I thought to myself whilst preparing in the bathroom.  
Shortly afterward the pegging session commenced in earnest.  Straight down to business, no messing about I was bent over a bench, legs spread ready to accept her.  Ms Tytania lubed me up and strapped on a huge, smooth, black dildo.  The tip ran over my twitching anus, eager to accept its full length, begging to be entered.  Oh the ecstasy of anal penetration, she slid inside me with little effort.  Rhythmically thrusting her member into me.  I felt my internal muscles clench.  I wanted to hold on to this moment for as long as possible but not even my well trained ass could hold this phallus still.  The sensation was orgasmic, faster she pegged me, harder she fucked me.  My anus was wet with the juices the walls of my rectum were pumping out.  The fucking was hard, fast and relentless. I was getting eagerly ready for a fisting.
Mistress Tytania didn’t worry or care about me (she didn’t need to) she just wanted to fuck me, aggressive, predatory, raw sex.  I was just a receptacle for her huge tool.  Something to be pegged, sodomized and it felt wonderful.  Now Ms Tytania moved it up a notch on this hard pegging game.  The next strapon was even bigger.  It was more anatomically correct than the last with a large bulbous head, thickly veined shaft and balls. Knelt before her I caressed its length in my hands.  Then it was pushed into my mouth.  I gagged on this giant. Withdrawn I had the opportunity to run my tongue over its beautiful glans.  Flicking over the urethral opening I fantasized about it shooting thick, sticky white sperm down my throat.
 “Bend over the bench”, she ordered.  Fantastic! I was to be fucked again!  Unlike the last one I could not take the full length of this monster, it was just too big.  But the sensation was amazing.  I could feel its head (inside me) dilating my rectum as it was thrust back and forth.  I had some of Ms Tytania’s (excellent quality) amyl in a mask in front of me.  I inhaled some and my head began to spin immediately.  I could feel myself loosen inside (and Ms Tytania speed up), fantasising about a good fisting after the pegging.  
The fucking and pegging started to get really hard-core now.  I was being given it very hard and was not sure how much more I could take.  Ms Tytania was really getting into this.  Both of us lost in this debauched spectacle.  The epitome of role reversal.  Strong, aggressive woman fucks sissy faggot hard in his loose ass.  This is what (my) dreams are made of.  The Mistress withdrew her big black cock and I could only imagine what my ass looked like.  It must have opened me up considerably.  But that was the plan, stretch me open so I could be given a hard, deep, anal fisting.
We moved to the sling, legs strapped high in the air, fully lubed up and head spinning from the amyl nitrate, Ms Tytania was straight in again.  Fisting me hard and fast.  Punch fisting my now very sore, pegging-destroyed asshole until I could take no more.  For the next thirty minutes this continued.  Short intense burst of anal fisting followed by moments of rest.  
As well as the initial long, hard strapon pegging, Mistress Tytania’s fisting technique was superb, as she punch fisted my ass she twisted her fist inside me. Her knuckles riding over my swollen prostate added to the cocktail of sensations. Shallow punch fisting where her clenched fist was pulled out and reinserted (fist still clenched) were the finishing touch.  The 1 hour session flew but my poor ass could take no more.  For any anal aficionados out there a session with this fantastic Mistress is highly recommended.  If you’re into hard anal play there are few (if any) Mistresses who could surpass her.  I will definitely be back for more (as soon as my ass has recovered).”
Slut S… “
… and here are some pics I took of Slut S, while on the job… Mistress can multitask!

Mistress Tytania Fisting: deep anal orgasms




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…


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….

Frilly sissy maid, trained in the boudoir

Despite the pomp of frills, satin, lace, bows, and all the frippery that make useless sissy maids worth having around in the boudoir, my sissy slut is a very graceless creature. So she got punished by doing chores, and then was forced to massage my feet for one our instead of being allowed to cum. I wouldn’t want sticky stains in those pretty, turquoise satin & lace bloomers!



Strapon, Spit-Roasting & Fisting

Ms Tytania’s love of the strapon is well documented and you can admire her photo galleries here: Strapon Mistress. She loves wearing a cock and making good use of it. Anal and strapon play was Ms Tytania’s first introduction (no pun) into kink, and probably one of her most loved activities.

She just adores the gender bending quality, the obvious fact that anything a man can do, a woman can do better.

So prepare your rosy boy cunts and eager mouths, and bend over for her varied arsenal of harnessed dildos, including a variety of lady cocks of all size, a Shenis, and even her legendary ejaculating dildo.

 

Because Ms Tytania started her education into the fabulous world of kink in the gay scene, she is a consummated, experienced, enthusiastic fister. She offers spit-roast, strapon and fisting sessions with awesome Ms Theda Vamp and her thrusting hips. As a young and experimental woman, she used to frequent hardcore gay leather bars and clubs in London, and she learned a lot in this scene.


Mistress Rebekka Raynor: “The sight of an erect shaft does wonders for the contents of my underwear” – Interview

Last but no least in this series of interciews, Mistress Rebekka Raynor, fierce Scottish beauty, reveals why she can’t wit to attend The Grand Slutathon and reign supreme in the art of male trodding – whilst privately relishing the spectacle of their erect shafts.

1. What are you most looking forward the most at the Slutathon?

I am mostly looking forward to the profound sense of glee to be had in a room full of ladies who will no doubt be laughing their heads off at the expense of the males. The day will be all about fun and mutual enjoyment, the opening and widening of bodily cavities, one of my major loves. I can see it now, a conveyor belt of willing voids to be taken, mouths and assess to be ravished and ravished again until none of them know what day it is or how to spell their own names…

2. How did you discover that women could fuck men too, and what was your first experience fucking a man?

My first experience was with a boyfriend when around 16, so let us just say that I have treaded the hallowed spaces and have composed the map. I had my own toy, and after experimenting with fingers first and having the poor wretch wear my underwear to college, proceeded to investigate matters further with said implement. Needless to say, it was the beginning of a relentless quest to violate as many willing specimens as my lifespan would allow.

3. Did you feel empowered? How?

The feeling of having a shaft alone does not make me feel powerful – it’s more the feeling and knowledge of having a different sort of access to a previously difficult part of the male body, the ability to inflict yet another mode of pain and pleasure, like learning a new note on a musical instrument, therefore drawing out far different and more beautiful notes than previously.

4. Is it true that women love watching boy on boy action just as men love girl on girl? I know some men find it hard to believe.

Gay male porn to me is much more visually interesting to me than straight. The sight of an erect shaft does wonders for the contents of my underwear, and what better to encourage that than two, three or four of them? One of my favourite scenes of all time features three men in a very artistic and acrobatic scenario, taking each other in ways and positions that no ordinary mortal man could dare to achieve without a trip to A&E. Even more so, it was obvious that they were all attracted to each other, which is even more important than  the acts of anti gravity they were committing.
5. One thing that some men ask me, is why do I enjoy CFNM. They argue that women;s bodies are beautiful to look at, but not men’s. Ok, I like men, I love them, and I find their bodies beautiful in the same ay as the Greeks did. What would you say to these body-shy men who may want to attend the Slutathon, but feel shy?

Clichéd as it is, body confidence is mostly in the mind. Even if your body is not how you would like it to be, the way you carry yourself can be a far more powerfully sexual thing than what it looks like. Not forgetting that just like a doctor, a Dominatrix has seen all sorts of body shapes and sizes before and is unfazed. That said, if you are a good boy then you will get down on your damn knees and be too busy sucking to worry about what you think I think you look like.

 


Mistress Jezabel: I own a large collection of boy-on-boy porn, seeing it live is an extra special treat – Interview

In our third interview with the Mistresses taking part in the forthcoming Grand Slutathon, Mistress Jezabel tells us about ehr penchant for gay porn, keeping strapon-hungry toyboys while at college, and more.

1. What are you looking forward the most at the Slutathon?

Well, my two favourite things are watersports and strap on, so I will relish the oppotunity to rape as many sluts as possible. There is also something rather wonderful about Dominating with a group of ladies, its a very special dynamic.

2. How did you discover that women could fuck men too, and what was your first experience fucking a man?

When I was at university, I had a boy toy that was very into it, and we had a lot of fun, after the first time I tried it, my thighs ached for a week!

3. Did you feel empowered? How?

There is a special feeling about penatrating someone, its very difficult to describe.

4. Is it true that women love watching boy on boy action just as men love girl on girl? I know some men find it hard to believe.

Yes they do! Its incredibly hot especially if they are enthusiastic. Nothing better than watching a greedy cocksucker! I own a large collection of gay porn for my viewing pleasure, seeing it live is an extra special treat.

5. One thing that some men ask me, is why do I enjoy CFNM. They argue that womens bodies are beautiful to look at, but not men’s. Ok, I like men, I love them, and I find their bodies beautiful in the same ay as the Greeks did. What would you say to these body-shy men who may want to attend the Slutathon, but feel shy?

I also enjoy the male form, but nudity in this context is also a sign of repect for the dominant female. There is no need for shyness, it is key to your submission. Plus it makes for easier access when the action gets going.


Ms Tytania: “I used to think that men didn’t enjoy being fucked with a strapon” – Interview

Second in our series of interviews with the Mistresses who will take part in the Grand Slutathon on March 2nd, Ms Tytania tells us about her love of strapons and watching gay male porn.

1. What are you looking forward the most at the Slutathon?

The sexy, sexual charged atmosphere that we achieve. It’s such a joy to se those boys feeling so liberated, encouraged and safe in the knowledge that they can indulge their deepest fantasies, while being encouraged and watched by enthusiastic Mistresses. We have created a unique event: filthy yet warm, whoreish but classy. After having done a few, it’s clear to anyone that dozens of tightly filled, satisfied orifices can’t be wrong! I’m already looking for a suitable venue for the 4rth Slutathon.

2. How did you discover that women could fuck men too, and what was your first experience fucking a man?

I fist saw a strapon in a mainstream, girl-on-girl fake lezza type of porn. Vanilla was the only porn I knew. I must have been in my early twenties. I saw the contraption and immediately thought: “wow, imagine doing that to a man with one of those!”. But I hadn’t discovered the BDSM scene yet, and I was convinced that hetero men didn’t enjoy being fucked a strapon. On the other hand, I’ve always enjoyed humping men while spooning, and I don’t remember any partner who complained about it, in fact all my boyfriends have been very keen. It all changed when I did something as simple as stop assuming, and actually asked a man if he’d enjoy being fucked by a woman. And as they say, the rest is history!

3. Did you feel empowered? How?

“Everything a man can do, a woman can do better”, I say on The Urban Chick Supremacy Cell website. You’ve been told from a young age that even in the age of feminism, there are things that a woman simply can’t do in reality. What a lie! Being able to give it like a bloke is one of the most empowering things I’ve ever done. But we have to give it to the boys: good, sustained, rhythmic hip-thrusting is exhausting!

4. Is it true that women love watching boy on boy action just as men love girl on girl? I know some men find it hard to believe.

I personally do, I prefer male gay porn above any other form of porn. Most of my female friends love a bit (or a lot) of boy on boy action and we are very lucky that so many men are happy to indulge us. I’ve lost count of the number of men, be them clients, partners or strangers in a club, who admitted they’d love to do it “if I force them”. As if they need a sub machine pointed at them to obey my little whims!

5. One thing that some men ask me, is why do I enjoy CFNM. They argue that women’s bodies are beautiful to look at, but not men’s. Ok, I like men, I love them, and I find their bodies beautiful in the same ay as the Greeks did. What would you say to these body-shy men who may want to attend the Slutathon, but feel shy?

True, the Greeks didn’t have those hung-ups. They loved the human body, male or female, they didn’t make aesthetic differences. I am turned on by men sexually, so seeing, touching, dominating their naked bodies is delightful. I love how different they are to me: they are more muscular, tighter. The narrow hips and little bottoms are a part of a man’s anatomy I’m specially fond of. I’m an arse woman, definitely… which takes me back, full circle, to the themes of the Grand Slutathon, and why I created it: the enjoyment of male sluttery, naked. And the more naked boys we can get, the merrier.

Stay tuned for Mistress Rebekka Raynor and Mistress Jezabel’s interviews coming very soon.

Find out more about Ms Tytania’s Grand Slutathon on March 2nd, here.

 


Ms Theda: “I love the vigorous buggering of boys” – Interview

To wetten your very slutty, cock hungry appetites, we are publishing a series of interviews with the four Mistresses who will be attending Ms Tytania’s Grand Slutathon on March 2nd. Some are new to this party, others are old hand. But we are all passionate about extracting the last drop of whorishness out of our sluts.

Ms Theda was the first Mistress who agreed on being interviewed by me. We sat and chatted, in a col February afternoon, over a few glasses of sloe gin and almond croissants.


What are you most looking forward the most at the Slutathon?

Ms Theda: What am I most looking forward too? Oooh! *claps hands* Of course the vigorous buggering of boys, watching them suck cocks – mine and each others, the humiliation games and hopefully a flexible boy or two I can fist. And if we’re feeling flexible and as they seem to do it in porn these days, how about we try and do an anal DP on one of them?

How did you discover that women could fuck men too, and what was your first experience fucking a man?

Probably about age 19. After enjoying watching gay porn, and owning a dildo, came to the conclusion I could do that too! Experimented with my boyfriend who liked it, I loved it – et voila. Although I learned about ‘proper’ strapons much later. I didn’t even know there were such things until my mid twenties.

First experience was scary actually, even if I was the one who initiated it. A finger up a boy’s bum for pleasure is not the same as a whole dildo – I was terrified of injuring him. After the initial warming up, his obvious enjoyment meant I wasn’t doing anything bad and i suddenly realised I was inside him! Being able to penetrate a man blew my mind and all of a sudden there were tonnes of new ways to have sex.

Did you feel empowered? How?

I felt extremely empowered. Spreading a man’s legs, watching My cock enter him, knowing I was capable of dominating in a new way which was intense, intimate, penetrative, dirty. Being able to look down at his straining cock and lean back away from his reaching hands whilst still being inside him. In someways, the detachment added an exciting voyeurist element – I could fuck and get pleasure from watching. The ability to make someone orgasm a whole new way was a thrill too. It was empowering to know I’d turned this ‘civilised’ man, who offered his arse to me into a quivering mess of fucked meat, sweating, beaming and covered in his own cum having barely touched him with my hands.

Is it true that women love watching boy on boy action just as men love girl on girl? I know some men find it hard to believe.

I like boy on boy, girl on girl, trans on boy on girl – I’m quite varied with who I watch in porn. And even if the storylines in general are over rated, if there’s suitably aggressive bumming going on in the porn – I’m a happy woman.

One thing that some men ask me, is why do I enjoy CFNM. They argue that women;s bodies are beautiful to look at, but not men’s. Ok, I like men, I love them, and I find their bodies beautiful in the same ay as the Greeks did. What would you say to these body-shy men who may want to attend the Slutathon, but feel shy?

I think men are just as body conscious as women when it comes to being naked, but CFNM isn’t about whether you have a six pack and a burnished tan – for me it’s more primitive. In fact, being shy can be a positive – there’s nothing nicer than a man stripping down and being truly vulnerable – now that’s exciting. There are some particularly soft and silky parts to a man’s body, that women don’t have and I’m not talking about their genitals!

It’s establishing the mindset more than anything. Removing the fig leaf of acceptability and civilisation (clothing) and presenting the whole you, body, submission, excitement (often hidden by clothes) for women to view, appreciate and use as they wish. A man can look beautiful in a suit, but he’s hiding in it. I love the honesty of CFNM.

 

Stay tuned for Mistress Rebekka Raynor, Mistress Jezabel and Ms Tytania’s interviews coming very soon.

Find out more about Ms Tytania’s Grand Slutathon on March 2nd, here.


Night of the Bull & The Cuckold

it’s not often that I meet  man in my everyday life that I’m erotically attracted to, let alone two. But this time, I found the perfect match: an ideal Bull and the ultimate cuckold boy, to fulfill and old cherished fantasy of mine. Cuckolding a helpless insignificant, but nonetheless pretty cuck, in the arms of a strappy, well endowed bull. Both at my beck and call. I’m a big fan of mFm threesomes.

We started by meeting in a favourite pub, where my eager cuck addressd us both as Sir, to crush his masculinity jsut tad more. He wasn’t allowed to drink, but he bought us drinks and waited patiently till it was time to go back to the boudoir for the evening’s entertainment.

Back in the boudoir, little Mr Cuck was ordered to strip in front of us, slowly, for our entertainmen, while I made out with my delightful Mr Bull: tall, handsome, fiery red and apparently, ex-army. Plus a beautiful, big cock to please me with, judging by what my hands found when going down for a good old boy groping. I stopped my cock-mining to tie up my cuck boy into hogtie and positioned him on a thick rug at the foot of the leather sofa, where he couldn’t miss any of the action. Then we started for real with Mr Red And Fiery Bull.

Sex is something I can take or leave. Physically, I’m indifferent to it. Apart form a good dose of intelligence, I expect my sexual partners to have also an imagination. for me, sex has always have to happen as part of a narrative, and cuckolding makes sex worth the effort of breaking into a sweat, and the inconvenience of having my hair messed up and lipstick smudged. Just by itself, not even my gorgeous bull would give it much interest.

But having a little, passive, all eyes cuckold at the foot of the bed makes a world of a difference to me. The glint in his eye when I caught him watching, the shudder of delight when I threw my clothes and lingerie over him, as if he got in the way, like a piece of furniture…

“Oh, and can you see how a real man fucks a woman? Watch, listen and learn what it takes to be a woman-pleasing man. Not that I have any hope that you ever will be up to scratch.”

To make him useful and not jsut a passive, yet delighted audience, I demanded that he kept Mr Bull hard by sucking on his cock. Little cuck boy obeyed eagerly, swallowing as deep as he could. He gagged and threw up, but never mind. Mr Bull took the gagging and reflux as appreciation of his enviable size. Alas, the cruelty of nature will never allow little Mr Cuck to upgrade to Mr Bull. Some flaws are for life! But he’s a good, obedient cuck, and do as told. His oral services were demanded because I enjoy watching boy on boy puppetry, and later, were demanded on me. Such a lucky boy!

Finally, and the game finished, almost oblivious to the little piece of meat tied up on the floor, Mr Bull got up and standing on him, pissed on my cuck with all the Niagara might of his bladder. I laughed and laughed while I mixed myself a drink (with different fluids, I hast to add). But then I noticed that my cuck wasn’t only lying on top of the rug, but also on top of a pile with my not piss-drenched clothes. Oh no.

My Bulls aren’t your predictable, sexist macho men you’d expect to find in a porn movie. No way, such men never cross the door to my Boudoir. So, swiftly and without being prompted, Mr Bull got up, put my clothes on the sink and lovingly washed them by hand while I enjoyed a G&T. Naked over the sink, I watched his rippling muscles wringing and hanging my ress, nylon stockings and suspender, my new underwear.

Then I allowed my cuck boy a drink, but he was already drunk in the pleasure and joy of what he had just witnessed. Dizzy and spaced out, I allowed him to stay for the rest of the night for a good dose of strapon riogery and to cook me breakfast in the morning, as a way to say thank you.

And that was an ordinary summer weekend in Ms Tytania’s private moments.

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Boy on Boy Puppetry: Pull the cock, not the strings

New tickets deadline: October 27th.

When I ask my boys to amuse me by sucking each other off, or being bummed by one of them or being part of a spit roast scene where I also get to use my dommely cock, I love referring to it as “Boy on Boy Puppetry”. It’s puppetry of the penis, but not as we know it. I hold and direct my male puppets not by strings, but by their cocks. I hold and pull their eager dicks, literal or metaphorically speaking, so they do as Mistress commands.

I also like to share my love of the strapon with my Mistress friends: we all love sharing a boy for a good spit roast. In an ideal world, I wouldn’t be seen without my strapon dildo and all men would be anally trained to take it and to enjoy it, from a young age.

Cocks, specially other men’s cocks, hold such a powerful pull in a submissive man’s imaginary. It’s the ultimate taboo, the place where his masculinity is surrendered, his submission put to the final test. To engage sexually with other boys for Mistress, is a to show that I have the power to wipe out their male privilege and pretensions.

And yet, the boys are gagging for cock, dying to be put in their pen for the ladies’ amusement. To be nothing but a complying, tail wagging puppy, a pet-like accessory, a puppet on a string for a dominant woman. To have a man’s cock is to have he man at your will: naked, erect, horny, surrounded by demanding dommes and maybe in the presence of other boys too, with its promise of danger and unspoken temptations.

This is what my Parties are about: to have fun in the company of my friends, while taking full advantage of male weaknesses. Being strong, seductive and persuasive till they have no choice but do as told with their tiny, but very eager, dicks. It’s ultimately what they want. I know it, and I know how to use it, even abuse it.

The next party will be on Friday, October 28th. Have a look at my past, present and future parties, here:

Boy on Boy Fun sessions

My Strapon, CFNM, Bi Boy Parties


Surrender to the Dildocratic Order!

Another sneak preview of U.C.S.C. – The Urban Chick Supremacy Cell, my forthcoming members’ site with original exclusive videos, sound bits and extensive photo galleries.

The Urban Chick will riot her way into world of Femdom in

MAY 2011

Check the new photo set on Flickr: Surrender to the Dildocratic Order, male scum! Femdom, but not as we know it. Prepare yourself to worship the Urban Chick in her jeans and bovver boots: No Goddess, No Mistress, No Corsets!