STRAPON AND PEGGING: MEET YOUR DISTRICT DICK GOVERNESS (LONDON)

FROM TINY TO 12″ MONSTER  WOMAN COCKS

STRAPON, PEGGING AND FISTING

Strapon, pegging and fisting are favourite activities in Ms Tytania’s London Studio, Canary Wharf. From a gloved finger, to her collection of behemoth woman cocks, she knows how to make those boy bitches moan.

You arrive at her studio and are welcomed politely but frostily by your District Dick Governess, Ms Tytania. She has been appointed by The Department For The Ladies’ Well-Being to anally educate you – with immediate start The Department is the visible branch of the UC-SC. Mistress’ thankless but essential task:  to train macho males into the arts of accepting the strap on like a good little slut. To crave pegging by the woman cock, to take the biggest strap on dildos. From a timid finger until you beg for – you will bend and surrender your body to female rule.

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Armed with her glasses and clipboard, Ms Tytania will first interview you for suitability to the treatment. Once satisfied, she will order you to undress. Prepare yourself and bend over her bench or swing, for inspection and stretching under her eagle eye.

Your behaviour and willingness to be pegged and fucked will decide your place as a Trainee Slave. Be willing, be eager, and be gaping wide open!

You will be dismissed when your DDG (District Dick Governess) feels that your arse is wide enough to accept the doctrine of Femdom, of Female Supremacy – Indoctrination Through Sodomy! Impaled on a monster strapon, a rubber dick capable or turning the macho man into a quivering, submissive and grateful pegging slut. Training and indoctrination might be undertaken at gunpoint.

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Even when appearing ladylike and civilised on thesurface th Department is still part of our Woman Guerrilla  Against Patriarchy. An all female movement against the male. A revolutionary reeducation of the male scum – through sodomy.

Beginners’ anal training, strapon training, pegging slut fantasies and double fisting, all have a place in Ms Tytania’s East London Studio. Hygiene, experience and imagination are their trademarks in the art of training your boy pussy. You are now a serf of the Gynocracy. Email your District Dick Governess Ms Tytania, for an appointment.

MS TYTANIA LOVES HER WOMAN COCK: PEGGING AND STRAPON MISTRESS, EAST LONDON

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LOOKING FOR A FIERCE STRAPON AND PEGGING MISTRESS IN EAST LONDON?

Mistress Tytania sessions in her exclusive and discreet Femdom Studio just a stone throw from Canary Wharf. 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 strapon pegging. Now you can indulge Ms Tytania’s love of fucking men, in her East London Femdom Studio.
You might want to consider an expert strapon pegging session with this formidable rampant Mistress.
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UNDERGROUND: a waterboarding & hostage session

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

To be continued…