The Latex Skirt

A genuine wardrobe hiccup inspired me to write this poem -

I had a skirt, you could see right through it,

My slaves adored it and I knew it.

Then one day I went and blew it,

I was putting it on and my hand went through it.

I thought I’d mend it, I did pursue it,

But the damage was bad, I could not do it.

I promised myself if I couldn’t rescue it

That I’d make my own skirt, there’s not a lot to it.

Now, when I make a promise I like to stick to it

And just by luck had the latex to do it.

I layed out my pattern and carefully drew it,

It didn’t take long to cut it and glue it.

A few hours later I was stepping into it.

Here is a picture, I’d like you to view it.

It's my new latex skirt. Can you see right through it?

My new see through latex skirt

Leather Coat Photos

I have added an album with six brand new photos to my Flickr portfolio and given it the appropriate title of  'Woman with a Leather Coat.'

The photos were taken in Grange Park, Preston. Not far from where I lived as a child.

The first thing that struck me when I was taken to the park as a child were the imposing remains of an ancient manor house.

Mistress in leathers on Grange Park

I was a little dare devil. Oh how I would have loved to have climbed on those broken walls, but mum never allowed it, saying it was too dangerous and dragging me away to the playground sandpit with a bucket and spade.

Visiting the park again almost fifty years later, my childhood memories were stripped away. The park has been totally transformed yet still attractive, enough to earn a Green Flag award. This means that Grange Park is now a well maintained and safe place to hang out.

This photo shows me finally getting my chance to safely sit on the balustrade of the old manor house.

We got a few more shots in before the sun went down. To view all the pics of me in my leathers visit my Flickr album here

Special Birthday Requests

Look what turned up in my mail box. A special request from one of my slaves.

"With it being a few days after my birthday Mistress would we be able to incorporate some birthday celebrations into the session? Again I will leave this to your wicked and wonderful imagination."

I am no novice to party organising, in my time I have organised quite a few. Some big ones, some small ones. Some for adults, some for children. Some vanilla and some fetish. 

Now, I’m not quite sure what my slave was expecting given that our sessions are always one-to-one, but by the time I had finished trussing him up into a suitable table for a party hostess to arrange her buffet on, there were no guests left to enjoy it. Consequently, it could be entered into the Guinness Book of Records as the smallest party ever recorded.

Party pooping was not allowed. I am a Dominatrix and organising celebrations for slaves goes way beyond the call of duty, for maximum enjoyment I had no option but to force him to participate and to bring some cheer to the party table.

A quick round of ‘Happy Birthday’ and his hostess was ready to share the delights of her homemade buffet. My slave however was fussy about his food. I’d almost finished off the jelly, pickle sticks and butties and slave hadn’t gone beyond nibbling on my worn panties. He’s welcome to them - they are an acquired taste!

We managed a party photo. Notice the big smile. Slave had just found out that he had won the ‘hide the corkscrew’ competition.

Slave wins the 'Hide the Corkscrew' competition

With his gag finally removed I asked what plans my slave had for my birthday.

"Apologies Mistress, I don’t know when your birthday is", he replied.

This disappointing response has prompted me to immediately address the subject along with some guidelines on ‘gifting’ etiquette.

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• I am an Aquarian, my birthday falls in the last week in January
• It is normal for me to take a day off on my birthday
• Gifts are not expected, it’s a matter of personal choice and what you can afford 
• Any day is a suitable day to please me with a gift
• I like tips the best. I also like flowers of any type in bunches or sprays. A bottle of wine is well received, a dry one please: Merlot, Shiraz, Bordeaux
• Help me to keep looking my best with a bottle of nail lacquer in a red shade, a foot cream or hand cream  
• Surprise me. A monetary gift sent to my PayPal account is always a nice surprise, regardless of value
• Ask me what I would like and I’ll help you pick something more unique and desirable 

                      

                   Please use my email form to request my account details or gift ideas. 

A Growing Family

Another first in my Preston fetish clinic, this time I've been delivering twins. I am getting quite good at midwifery now and the twins were an easy delivery, despite arriving simultaneously.

Twins are delivered in my Preston Fetish Clinic

My patient has really taken to fatherhood, it is only ten weeks since he was last on my gynae couch having his first baby, a little girl that he named Barbie. By coincidence he’s chosen to call both twin girls Barbie as well. I can imagine that being a hoot when the girls start school and teacher has to call the class register. 

Hopefully he will change his mind when he comes down off the pumped gas and air**, a large dose was necessary to heighten the birthing and assist with contractions.

So it’s a growing family of healthy little girls for my patient, when asked if he was pleased they were girls he said -

“ I don’t mind, having babies is soooo amazing and I can’t wait to have more, it would be really nice if I had a boy, but it's OK, I can have one next time ”.

Pumped liquid aroma via a gasmask is used to relax the patient

Well that should be a relaxing day for nurse, sitting there, feet up, filing my nails, occasionally shining my nurse torch on a distant dilating asshole, waiting for action man to crawl out onto my gynae table.

We shall have to wait and see whether these babies grow up to be serious rubber breathplay nuts, after all adult fetishes are often linked to earlier childhood experiences, and these little girls were born with condoms on their heads!

**liquid aroma

Canalside Photos

Mistress feeding the ducks at the Lancaster Canal

Went out to enjoy the sunshine last weekend, put on a pair of leathers and tan knee boots and set off for the Lancaster Canal.

Water and boats make a good backdrop, John took some nice photos there. I tempted the ducks into my photos by throwing them jaffa cakes. 

Five of the photos are now available to view in a 'Canalside Album' that I have posted on Flickr.

Here's one to whet your appetite. To see the full album and more photos of me in boots and leather click here

Incidentally, those leather pants are my own creation.

Too Many Pies

My childhood was full of myths. Especially at the dinner table. Parents and elders would insist that if I ate up all my bread crusts I would have curly hair. To this day I am still eating up all my bread crusts, yet the only curly hair I have is in the form of an elastic hair scrunchie that I bought on Ebay.

And what about your eyes? -  I bet like me you have eaten a good few carrots without being able to see in the dark, there’s a better chance that all those carrots made you shortsighted and needing glasses.

Who ended up with muscles like Popeye. Actually I never ate enough spinach to test out that old wives tale.

No doubt you have grown to have little faith in food myths.

I urge you to think again.

Mistress has made a discovery.

My slave, showing the effects of eating too many pies

Eating too many pies gives a man a crimped scrotum.

Slave Submissions

A slave diary has been posted on my webpages.

Six weeks into his slave training and Jo Nep had already begun penning notes about his experiences in my charge. In November 2011, I took a photo showing Jo Nep in some hard predicament bondage, this first pictorial record of what he had endured for my pleasure, plus a hint of personal vanity, fired a need to document his sessions in words and pictures.

I have invited my slave to publish his 'Diary of a Lancashire Slave' on my website, you can now follow his training on my extra pages, or view his blog directly.

It is a work in progress and will take some time to be fully completed.

Me and Jo Nep, my diary slave

When I first met Jo Nep, it was with a view to exploring his passion for latex and breath control, something we share in common. These subjects feature as a common thread throughout his diary. He is however ‘in training’, a position that requires a willingness to accept any training activity I deem fit.

The diary contains invaluable reference material, covering every aspect of training I advertise - and some that’s only entertained at my discretion. All presented from a subs point of view with
Jo Nep’s own blend of wit, cheek and humour.

Highly recommended viewing if you are keen to learn or give my domination a try. One thing's for sure, my slave does not fall short when describing my individual style.