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Ms Tytania’s Studio Open Days

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Come to Ms Tytania’s Studio Open Days and offer yourself as subservient specimen to the Gynocracy.

Guest Mistresses:

September 22nd – Goddess  Cleo, superb London Domina and fetish event promoter, and her protegee, young Mistress Ms Hayley Bond.

In addition to them, traditional Disciplinarian  Ms Rebekka Raynor will soon confirm her availability to grace the Department with her uncompromising domination style.

Coming soon: training lessons with my protegee, London courtesan and budding Mistress, Carla James. Keep an eye on my calendar for her training days and apply to be our practice bunny.

DISCLAIMER: This is NOT a session on the cheap! This is a chance to meet some lifestyle and professional dominant ladies in a BDSM studio and interact with them in kink play, not a one-to-one or a multi Mistress session, so don’t a one-to-one appointment. However, if you love being in the company of dominant ladies with wicked minds and be practiced on as a submission bunny, The Department For The Ladies’ Well-Being is a fun informal set up for D/s lovers.

Ms Tytania often receives visits from her dominant and vanilla girlfriends in her Femdom household. She loves organising tea and prossecco afternoons to catch up on all the latest scene gossip but also, to introduce her vanilla girlfriends into Femdom. She calls it The Department For The Ladies’ Well-Being: where women gather to enforce Full Female Supremacy in an informal style.

Now you can pop by for an insight into the Department and her kinky social lifestyle while she entertains her female guests with human guinea pigs like you, who will be subjected to their dominance. This is an informal gathering and you will be used at the ladies’ discretion. They’ll play with you when and if they please, but don’t expect them to be idle. Your hard limits will however be always respected.

Expect bondage, verbal humiliation, domestic service, strapon worship, cages and captivity and much, much banter from the ladies. But be aware that how much attention we give you, is at the ladies’ discretion.

CAGE AND CAPTIVITY FETISHISTS! We specially recommend it to those who enjoy PROLONGED, solitary captivity – be locked in a cage in a corner of the studio while we Dommes go about our business. Or you can book a 1-3-1 captivity & caging session. Email for details. CAGING & ISOLATION SESSIONS.

SO WHO WILL BE IN ATTENDANCE?

Many of my Dominant friends from London and those visiting the city, from well established professional mistresses, to lifestylers and my many curious vanilla girlfriends. This is a real life experience where you will get to be in the company of a number of Dommes and lifestyle-curious women.

Tribute for the ladies: £60 per hour with a minimum of 1 hour and maximum 3 hours visit, inside an envelope.

If you would like to attend one of these informal Femdom afternoons, you can book in advance or call her before 3 pm on the day and ask for the honour of serving and amusing Ms Tytania and her friends.

Pop in after work and leave the big bad real world behind in a real Femdom environment!

NEXT DATES

Check all 2016 Open Days in the Open Studio Calendar or by clicking on the picture below.

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The Grand Slutathon Forced-Bi & Pegging Party

The Grand Slutathon is taking a break for while. Stay tuned to this page.

 

Email Ms Tytania to book your place: begandgrovel@mstytania.net

The Grand Slutathon, Ms Tytania’s multi-Mistress, multi-kink party is backAll boys whores, submissive men and other assorted Mistress worshippers, will be even happier to be in the presence of some of London’s finest Dommes: a bouquet of beauties wielding powerful strapons.

The loin-grinding pegging action on the part of the ladies, will warm up the first part of party. Over tea & crumpets, the guest ladies will plunder the depths of their boy whores, and get them ready for the Slut Bed of Shame.

The Slut Bed of Shame (in a dimly lit boudoir!) will be the highlight of the evening and take place of honour in a darkened boudoir… we love to see our boys wriggling like sweaty worms on heat, getting entangled into each other and hungry for man cock…

Why a new set up? Will it work for me? Find out more here…

Tribute: 

Slut Bed Of Shame: From 5 – 7pm. £200 for a 2 hour roll in the Slut Bed of Shame (tea party not included).

 

HOW DO I GET IN? EMAIL MS TYTANIA NOW: begandgrovel@mstytania.net

SO WHAT WILL HAPPEN, WHEN, AND HOW?

Selected by our Mistresses, the sluts marked as Cock Hungry Whores, will be singled out for the Mistresses’ entertainment and the Slut Bed of Shame will commence:

The Grand Slutathon Slut Bed of Shame and Slutathon Games (click on the link to read what happened at previous parties). After the tea party – Tea, Crumpets and Pegging!, our cock hungry sluts will be herded into the SlutBed of Shame, an atmospheric, dimly lit boudoir, where they will enjoy the delights of boy on boy sucking action, for the Mistresses’ viewing pleasure.

SO HERE IS A FRESH, NEW SLUTATHON FOR ALL FEMDOM DEVOTEES!

AND OMG, YOU CAN STILL SUCK COCK FOR THE LADIES’ VIEWING PLEASURE!

Here are some of our past and future regulars: The Mistresses.

We are unique. We do love our vigorous, sweaty buggering of boys! (Read if you don’t believe us)

Designed to meet like minded sluts who can rarely indulge in these exquisite, choral pleasures, under the encouraging and sometimes, coercing eye and words of four highly reputed london MistressesBut to also allow for shy, maybe not cock hungry boys, we also welcome Femdom devotees at our Femdom Tea party.

I know what you are all thinking at the minute: Slutty, Strapon, Forced-Bi, filthy parties are two a penny these days. They seem to be sprouting all over London and beyond, like an outbreak of juvenile acne. So, you must be asking yourself, what is it about The Grand Slutathon to set it apart form its imitators and wannabes?

CLICK HERE FOR  MORE FUN FACTS AND MORE TITILLATING INFO ABOUT THE GRAND SLUTATHON

STOP PRESS!

The Grand Slutathon is a private, discreet party. I DON’T film nor photograph it. I don’t keep any other information than your email address and mobile number. I offer these parties in the understanding that my guests expect safety, anonymity and discretion in an empathic, non-threatening,  fun environment.

If I’d want to film, I have my own professional film crew to produce high end, top quality BDSM videos. I’m not going to sell my soul for an hour of grainy, amateur footage. It’s YOU I expect to milk dry, not the Slutathon, you cock whores 🙂

My parties are, first and foremost, for my enjoyment and pleasure, my Mistress friends and my guest sluts.

I am an accountable Mistress, you’ll pay me into my business bank account, meaning that you know where you can find me. Whilst I’m not interested in your personal life outside our play time, I am happy to let my clients know who I am. They are giving me enormous trust.

So… what happens at the Slutathon, stays there. Although we love reading your gushing blogs, tweets and other testimonials 

Talent casting

I receive many applications to attend the party, but this is not a first come, first, erm, cums basis! I offer a well catered party at a reputable, clean, discreet venue. I screen my guests to ensure we only invite sluts who show a modicum of good manners and social skills, are articulate and eager without being competitive with other subs. The Grand Slutathon is friendly, non-threatening, non-judgemental and sexy. No do-me subs and no bullies.

We are a bouquet of dedicated, female supremacist Mistresses

We genuinely enjoy subverting masculinity and gender roles. We appreciate the service and eagerness to please of a submissive man. We cherish and pamper our boys and spoil our cock & strapon sluts… in our own, relentless, dominant way. You are treasured human toys that make our lives as Mistresses more fun.

if you have questions we have tried to answer all of them here, but feel free to email me:

Our FAQ Page .

And last but no least:

YES, WE WELCOME NERVOUS OR INEXPERIENCED NEWBIES.

We welcome newbies: you may be at the stage where you’ve been fantasising yourself silly, but still a bit daunted by the prospect of attending a real life party, with real life horny, rampant sluts and demanding Mistresses. Email me or any other of the Mistresses attending and tell us that it’s your first time. We will talk to you, receive you separately if needed, and make sure that your integration into the fun is gradual and fun. We want you to have fun. And we want to have fun with you, and at your expense too.


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 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!


Slutahon May 14th – WE BROKE THE SLUT BED OF SHAME!

Yes, it’s not an exaggeration or a metaphor: my randy sluts, sweaty and wriggling on the Slut Bed of Shame… and it broke with a loud crack! That was not excuse to stop though, and they carried on gyrating, sucking and poking in a boy meat daisy chain of lust, till the very end.

Here are two replies that I received this morning in my inbox, from two still dazed slut guests:

“Dear Mistress Tytania
I just wanted to send a quick email to say I thoroughly enjoyed yesterday’s party. 
Please extend my thanks to both Ms Theda and Rebekka (and apologise for me not saying good bye to her before leaving).
I think my arse will need a while to recover! But what a great afternoon it was. 
I am not sure how much I really enjoyed the boy on boy action – I think things become blurred between reality vs fantasy but I wanted to try new things so that’s not a complaint in any way, more a reflection over night. I’m sure my thoughts will develop over the next few weeks as it’s funny how you fantasise about things, then reality seems slightly different but then you keep coming back the fantasy again but with now bits of the reality intermingled (if that all makes sense!)
Anyway, it was great to meet you all yesterday and thanks again.
Look forward to the next one!

A.”

“Dear Mistress,

Well what a fabulous event! I’d like to thank Yourself and the  Mistress’ Rebekka and Theda.
I enjoyed it tremendously and I hope you all did to!
I look forward to the next one I can make.
Kind regards,

R.

PS Sorry about the bed!”

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

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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


A collection of monstrous dildos for The Grand Slutathon!

… and these are just my babies! All the other Mistresses will of course be bringing their favourite cock-shaped toys. Because the strapon isis strong competition against the meat dildo!

We may have to put your measly gristle worms to the test, boys…

Find out more about The next Grand Slutathon


To all the shy, coy and new sluts in the making

When is the next Slutathon and how can I attend? Find out here!

 

The Slutathon Fairy has been dealing with an exceptional amount of emails from eager, curious, but inexperienced sluts in the making. They all ask the same question: is the Slutathon for me, or am I going to be pushed nt the deep end of slutty depravity without as much as (cock)floating ring to help me  wade through this sea of strapons, tthi river of live and cum?.

Becaue all new sluts think that everybody at the Slutthon is very experienced, and they are the shy duckling who’ve been missing out on The fun all these years.

You couldn’t be more wrong. I forced bi there’re and opportunities were so easy to find, there would be no need for the Grand Slutathon. But  a bunch of Mistresses got together a few years ago, and oticed the gap in the world of kink. A fun, relaxed, yet deeply depraved gathering I like minded boywhores nd their commanding Mistresses, rimed with strapons of unusual lengths and girths.

Our Slutathon Fairy has been wading through a eritble ea of enquiries  from nervou beginners just like ou: who’ve fantasised many times about being unconditionally instructed by a Mistress, into sucking real flesh cock. Or who’ve dreamed of being taken spit roast style, mercilessly, by two rampant Dommes armed with strapon. A weapon tht doeSn’t need a rest. Unlike real boy cock!

S to answer your nervous curiosity: myself, Ms Tytania, Nd my lady friends who orchest rate the Grand Slutathon, are delighted to ease all new and coy sluts into the  action. With ourcoaching through the afternoon, we’ve seen boys bloom, from shy inexperienced sluts, into sluty kings of the Slut Bed of Shame.

 

Imply email me and ask. You have nothing to lose, other than tht nagging, persistent need to suck cocglory to be taken by a gang of rampant women :

You can still attend the next Slutthon on Wednesday, Dec 19th. It’s not too late yet, but hurry!

begandgrovel@mstytania.net

 


Some Ideas for December Grand Slutathon

STOP PRESS! PARTY DATE RESCHEDULED! READ BELOW:

Next party: Wednesday, December 19th / 3 – 7pm.

Email Ms Tytania to guarantee a place. Deadline: Monday 17th.

The last Slutathon was in my opinion the greatest and most fun: I had more rampant fun than ever, and the ladies and slut gents seemed to mingle easily and without respite. Much fun was had, and the culprit, form my selfish point of view, was the Slut Bed of Shame. You had to see the smiles on the Mistresses’ faces, when we finished! Exhausted, but totally satisfied.

The lucky male sluts who were tied up to that Bed of Dirty Dreams, were relentlessly rioggered, facesat, and generally abused by the ladies. On other occasions, I’d given more time and energy to ensuring boy on boy interaction didn’t lack. But you are such sluts, there is no need to worry about that: boy on boy sluttery (I hesitate to call it “forced”, seeing your egerness) was constant and needed no encouragement from the ladies. You can blush now, sluts 🙂

So while you can’t wait to greedily enjoy real meat cock with each other, what was left for us? Our love of sticking our female cocks up a boy’s arse, of down his greedy throat. The Slut Bed of Shame saw a lot of that action take place, and the Mistresses were happy. but what;s not to like about three Mistresses armed with strapons, poking, tickling tonsils and other inner organs, smothering, face-sitting, restraining a helpless boy? specially if it;s all of them at once, or take quick turns to ensure the action is relentless.

So for the next Grand Slutathon, the Slut Bed of Shame will take place of honour. Myself and my lady friends will polish our hard strapons inside the boys with unparalell thrust, zest and force. Because as well as being friends, the Mistresses who take part in the Grand Slutathon, all share a passion for fucking a boy’s arse. or several boy’s arses, as was the case last October.

So, one note taken: more atrapon action at the next Grand Slutathon. No need to queue up sluts. Just contact me and apply to be used.


Ms Slide joins the Grand Slutathon

I’m still organising the Mistresses who will take part on the next Grand Slutathon. One mistress is already confirmed: Ms Slide, perverse, vocal, creative and a personal friend, has just agreed on being our latest, fabulous addition to our exclusive parties.

And like all other Mistresses who have taken part in previous Slutathons, here is an interview where she tells us how much she loves a willing bumboy… or ten:

 

“Get  your bits out for the lasses!” – Ms Slide’s Grand Slutathon Interview


Slutathon latest: Slut Bed of Shame

ALWAYS BACK – BY POPULAR DEMAND!

It’s you, sluts, who make the Grand Slutathon the success it is, thanks to your suggestions, ideas and contributions. Your fertile, dirty minds furnish our infamous party with the filthiest activities known to Mistresses and sluts alike.

After receiving several emails with similar suggestions, I have created a new amusement for our future Slutathons: the Slut Bed of Shame. You invented it. I simply milked your dreams and fantasies, and turned them into into a reality. The Grand Slutathon is your deepest, most secret fantasies come true.

So what does The Slut Bed of Shame consist of?

It is indeed a bed. A large, double bed with restraints on all corners, where a willing slut is tied up to. Spread-eagled, naked, his orifices exposed to al the guests in the room: rampant, phallic, demanding Mistresses, and their stables of horny boy whores. If you come to the Grand Slutathon, you can apply to be on the Bed for a 30 minute slot, and be used thus. Hard limits will have been specified beforehand and respected by all, and safe sex performed at all times.

Each Slut Bed Shame specimen will be stripped of his humanity and turned into a sex toy; masked if he so wishes, but otherwise, will have become the private property of the ladies, and at their disposal to be used and abused.

Restrained on the Slut Bed of Shame, you will be the fuck toy, cock whore and bumboy of everybody who may want to use your body for their amusement or their pleasure. Your holes will be filled, your arse occupied and your body covered in fluids. You will do your utmost to be compliant, to offer pleasure, and be punished for failing to please our Mistresses and/or guests.

You will be thouroughly, uterly and remorselessly used like a sex toy. After your round is over, you will shower and thank all guests (and specially the ladies) for using you thus.

… and then off to the next slut, and the next one, and the next… to be restrained to the slut Bed of Shame, where his time as Sex Object will commence.

If you’d like to come the Slutathon, and specially, if you’d like to be in The Bed of Slut Shame, email me, Ms Tytania, and tell us the ladies how you can amuse us with your slutty eagerness.

We can’t wait to fill the gaping, begging holes of our eager boy bitches.

Click on the Slutathon banner, right, and find out more about our parties, ethic, protocol, hygiene and all FAQ.

Hard limits pushed, but always respected.

 


Slut S the anal slut, gets what he needs: extreme anal fisting

“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 penetration 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 good seeing to. So I knew with the next meeting she wouldn’t disappoint this little slut.

We met again at noon for a 1 hour session. Ms Tytania greeted me with a friendly (and knowing) smile.  The apartment was full of her beautiful 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 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 fucked 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.

Mistress 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 sodomized and it felt wonderful.  Now Ms Tytania moved it up a notch.  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).  

The fucking 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 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.  

Ms Tytania’s 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!


Fisting: plundering the depths of anal orgasms

Fisting It’s very this season, by the look of it. Apart form the absurd, surreal, time and public money wasting trail currently at Kingston Court, and which I prompt you all to follow, I’ve had more requests for heavy anal play and fisting over the last 3 months, than I’ve had in years. Not complaining. It could be the after effects of all those strapon & forced-bi Slutathon parties, who knows, but the fisting and large rubber dildos aficionados are coming fast and thick – cough! They always look so innocent, well mannered, polite, my fisting gentlemen. Butter wouldn’t melt, their manners couldn’t be more impeccable. Why are these individuals, apparently tamed by society, always the biggest, most satisfying perverts who come into my studio?

“I enjoy heavy anal play an fisting”, he said. And he certainly did. His position of choice was on his back, laying on my leather swing, wrists and legs restrained… not that he looked as if he was going to run away any moment, but I enjoy a bit of drama. I had some excellent poppers presented by a previous visitor at hand, and plenty of Nitrous. In the end, poppers was enough. We probably wouldn’t have needed it, but again, it adds to the drama and atmosphere. It all started with cock, Mistresses’ 6” cock to be exact. This appendage, strapped to my harness, has special significance in my studio. It acts as some sort of threshold: whilst for some subs, it’s the biggest cock they can take, for others, it’s the beginning of a journey into size. Size culminating either with my 12” black strapon dildo, or my dainty, but still significant, clenched fist. In this case, it was the beginning of what whas going to be a very memorable ride (pun intended).

One advantage of fucking a man while lying on my leather swing, is that I can thrust my rampant hip deep into their arses, while wearing high heels. Fucking on stilettos is no small feat. And while I’ll give it to the boys that fucking and hip thrusting is hard work, doing it while wearing full stockings and needle sharp-heeled strappyt shoes, is quite a feat. But I did it: my 6” slid into my restrained sub like a finger, just a tiny bit of lube needed. So I soon had to swap it for a 9” – 10” black dildo, firmly attached to my harness, and thrust it into him, again, smoothly, easily, and very happily.

“Whatever you want, Mistresses!”, moaned my eager sodomite, “anything you want!”. Which was, basically, plundering the depths of his greedy arse, with the mighty power of my hips. By now, he was writhing with pleasure and I could see that, despite the absence of an erection, his whole body was beginning to convulse with pleasure. It’s remarkable, how for some men, being fucked up the arse takes the focus of their physical pleasure away form their apparently tyrannical cocks, and moves to the depths of their slut arses. I like this: proof that the cock is not the all mighty centre of the universe for every single man under the sun. I like a man whose arse responds to pleasure like this. It’s spectacular, and such good value for a Mistress!

And in this case, it did. So I had to un-strap myself and move onto the next level: 12” glorious inches of heavy rubber cock & balls, so heavy it could hardly be held by my thick leather harness. So I parked it in his arse, for convenience, and he moaned. Just 2 inches in at first, what with it being 3” wide, it wasn’t going to be an easy, smooth fuck this time. But soon, it was going in as if my moaning, writhing arse slut did this for a living, on a daily basis. Perhaps he does, but I’m too much of a lady to ask. I could see by now that the focus of his pleasure was located inside his arse. His puny cock drooling like an eager clit, but nothing more. So after an invigorating, energizing, and certainly tiring thrusting of hips, after grabbing his thighs and pushing him deeper towards my largest dildo, I decided it was tome for the fist.

To use my good friend and fellow lady cock & fisting enthusiast Ms Theda’s words, it had the miraculous effect of a hand reaching in, mining for the prostate orgasms that hide inside, I’m sure, every man’s arse. But not all have the ability nor the know how to discover them. But they are there. And once you are wrist deep inside a man’s arse, they keep coming. And coming. And coming. And so did he. He wriggled and writhed consumed by violent spasms, restrained but unstoppable on the swing. Every time I pushed my clenched fist in, every time I wriggled my fingers inside him, another orgasm came. I stopped at the third or fourth, maybe I was being mean, but I thought he’d had enough.

Afterwards, while chilling after the session, he confessed that he could have gone on and on. Next time then. Next time I’ll go deep mining for the never-ending male prostate orgasms. Not many men are capable of summoning them, but they are a sight to behold. All Mistresses should have one or two like that!

A fine collection of Mistress’ cocks: no lady should be seen without one!


Last minute Slutathon shopping and a surprise for my arsenal!

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

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

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

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

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

So, bring on the Third Grand Slutathon…


Slutathon latest: the countdown

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

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

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

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

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


June 8th Slutathon: a Right Royal Rogering

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

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

Be privileged and feel knighted by the ladies… sceptres.

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

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

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

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

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

 

You can still book your ticket by emailing ms Tytania on: begandrgovel@mstytania.com

 

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


Ooooh, Mistress! That’s big!!

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

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

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

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

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

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


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!

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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.