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21st February 2017Mistress ChatterleyMistress Chattlerley

From Virgin to Owned Property of Mistress Chatterley, Part 1
You may have read my earlier account of my fist whipping with Mistress Chatterley. Well I thought that how I came to that point might be of interest to those of you reading this now and contemplating your first visit to Mistress Chatterley. With her kind permission she has granted me the opportunity to share that journey from “newbie virgin” to becoming her owned slave and property. So this is the first part of a few tales from the dungeon of Mistress Chatterley, hereafter MC for brevity.
There comes a time in your life when you decide that you need to stop dreaming about a bdsm experience and take actual action, so it was that I started to research Mistresses in a reasonable travelling area from home, I looked at several websites but found myself returning to MC’s, drawn by her frankness to her approach, her staggering beauty, clothing and facilities and all within an hour of home. I sent my first e mail being cautious and really wanting to worship her thigh boots and perhaps some mild cock and ball play, but definitely no corporal punishment. MC replied the next day and with a further exchange of e mails an appointment was made for an hour the following week. Over the next few days I did become somewhat panicky, had I done the right thing? was the reality going to better or worse than my fantasy’s? Oh dear what had I done.
The day arrived and I responded to the text in the morning that I was able to keep the appointment, the text gave me a postcode and I was to call again when I reached that position- No going back now! From near her property I called and was given the exact location. I parked nearby and walked towards the house, my heart was beating hard, I felt clammy in my clothes with nerves, I knocked the door , and a beautiful blond head only appeared just at the top in response,- my she was tall but clearly very attractive, I went inside, MC was wearing a latex catsuit and long thigh boots, clearly she could see my nerves but was calming and set me at ease, I passed to her the tribute and she lead me upstairs to her dungeon playroom, I began to feel better already!
Sitting me down she just went over what I was hoping to receive from the session and what I did not want, well what it seems I didn’t want then!- all to change as events turned out. I was then told to strip everything off and this was done under her steely blue grey eyes, the watched me intently and I now felt for the first time submissive to her , I was naked in front of my mistress and feeling very vulnerable, my cock seemed to have a mind of its own and started to harden, MC took hold of it pulling it hard forcing me down onto my knees in front of her now seated on a black throne like chair. Now I knew I was going to experience Domination at the hands of a Goddess.
Pointing to her boots she pushed my head down to them, I was to lick hard so that she could feel my tongue through the leather starting at the toe and working my way to the top, it was harder than I thought and of course when I arrived at the top I could see her panties which distracted me and to encourage my worship I felt her crop on my arse for the first time, quickly I moved to the other boot and down, when this had been done to her satisfaction, now laying flat on the ground I was directed to lick the sole and heel of one boot whilst the other pushed hard against my cock. Mistress suggested that there were other things to learn, was I willing, of course now I was enchanted and agreed, and so next time in the Dungeon my training continues along that elusive path to be MC’s owned property- till next time.
Slave countryman owned by Mistress Chatterley

Sub and admirer whom loves to please me with his story writing

18th January 2017MistressChatterleyExperiences

The impetuousness of youth never ceases to amaze me! Just recently I received a phone call from a young guy in his twenties who wanted to arrange a session with me for when he was next in London. His tone gave the impression of a well-educated and confident guy and he was very comfortable explaining to me his fetishes, the types of things he would like to experience in session and what he’d like me to wear. He explained that he had visited several dommes before, was experienced in the fetish scene and in particular enjoyed boot worship, humiliation, strap-on play and bondage (pretty standard stuff). He said he wanted to push his boundaries a bit further and test his pain threshold more. He then mentioned that he wanted to be placed in chastity throughout but because he was “larger than average” squeezing into a device maybe too difficult. If he was expecting me to be impressed at this comment I wasn’t; I have seen all manner, shape, size and colour of the male form!

A few days later I received a text confirming our appointment for that day and a few hours later he duly rang me to receive his instructions of where to go. The doorbell of my opulent London apartment rang shortly later and I opened the door to allow this overtly confident young man into my domain. He had asked for me to wear latex and boots and so I had elected to wear my tightest and shiniest catsuit combined with my crotch high boots with a 6.5 inch heel. As soon as he saw me his cocksure attitude that he displayed over the phone all but disappeared and he stared agog at all six and a half feet of me glistening in the light. I welcomed him in and instructed him to take a seat on my red leather sofa and we began to discuss his likes and dislikes. He was an attractive young guy in his mid-twenties who was utterly mesmerised by my firm breasts squeezed tightly together. After pleasantries and paperwork I instructed him that, on my return to the room, he should present his naked self to me on his hands and knees with his face firmly on the floor, facing away from the door, with his arse high into the air ready for my inspection.

Just before I got up to leave the room I leant in, grabbed his throat and squeezed it just tightly enough to start cutting off the blood flow to his brain. He exhaled sharply and a look of panic set in as it was clear he didn’t know what to do. I slowly leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, “If that cock of yours isn’t what you claim it is then you are going to suffer. You had better not disappoint me slave.” His panic stricken face was starting to change colour and just as he was about to wheeze out some pitiful retort I placed my hand firmly over his mouth and nose cutting off all hope of a precious breath. “Did I say you could reply slave? Did I give you permission?” His dumbstruck eyes widened and he nodded his head side to side in reply. “Good boy” I whispered and after a few more seconds I removed my hands. He let out a huge gasp and from the look on his face I could tell he was broken, ready to be moulded and manipulated as I wished. “You know what to do slave, you had better be ready for me when I return” and with that I left the room.

I gave him at least 5 minutes to prepare himself and as I re-opened the door there in front of me was a firm bodied young sub with his smooth round arse pointing upwards and face pressed firmly to the floor. He had shaven properly – his balls and arse were smooth and I could see that he worked out. I stood in the doorway observing my prostrate new sub before I slowly walked over, my heels making that ever so sensual “click click” on my hardwood floor. Between his legs his cock dangled down and already there seemed to be a slight pearl of pre-cum formed on the tip. His cock was slightly thicker than average but certainly not longer than average for a guy of his age. I wasn’t in the slightest bit impressed and from the brief silence that ensued I think my young sub realised he had sealed his own fate with an empty promise. He started to shake and as he did so I swiftly pushed the tip of my heel against his perineum, the sharp edge of my heel digging into his skin and forcing the pearl of pre-cum to grow slightly. He let out a sharp cry and an “Oh fuck” as he tried to move away from my heel. This just compounded my anger even more and I forced my heel deeper into his flesh. “You fucking lying little maggot” I shouted “that is a pathetic excuse of a cock, it’s a fucking man clit! I should fucking throw you out in the street right now for presenting that dribbly piece of meat to me!” With that I took my heel off his arse, drew back my leg and gave his poor excuse of a cock a sharp kick. He lurched forward in pain and yelped. I reached over for one of my favourite leather hoods and forced it over his head and, after a bit of a struggle and a few harsh slaps of his arse, he became compliant and remained still. I strapped on a ball gag and collar and then forced his head back down on the floor with my boot pressing down lightly at first and then slowly putting more weight on him which had the desired effect of forcing his arse higher up in the air as his back arched.

I pulled him up by his leash and pulling tight on this dragged him over to my trolley containing some of the wonderful instruments of my profession. Arrayed in front of me was a number of things including a metal chastity device, clingfilm, E-Stim device and a fresh batch of stinging nettles in water which a previous slave had picked for me. “Hmmmm, what choices slave, what choices!” He stood there blind and oblivious to what awaited him; the ballgag noticeably stretching out his mouth causing a great deal of saliva to run freely down his chin. “Put your hands on your head slave, interlock your fingers and don’t fucking move” I instructed him. I snapped on a pair of black latex gloves and grabbed a sprig of nettles by the stem. Turning to face my quivering slave I could see that his cock had started to grow and harden. “Did I say you could get hard slave?” He shook his head side to side and tried to mumble “No Mistress”. He had barely finished his mumbling before I ran the nettles over his semi rigid member of about 6 inches. He let out the most exquisite muffled cry and started to take his hands off his head to scratch his cock which I intercepted. “What did I say slave? Put them back and don’t move!” He got another wiping of the nettles this time down his shaft and over his smooth red balls. Again he writhed in agony which only made want to do it more…..and so I did. By this point his cock had shrunken right up and so I took some clingfilm and deftly wrapped some nettles tightly around his cock. By now he was squirming in agony and drooling everywhere. “Now I think we can squeeze you into chastity slave” and with that I gripped his balls, placed the ball ring around the base of his balls, lubed his clingfilm clad shaft and easily slid on the metal cage forcing the nettles deeper onto him. With one click the padlock was in place and with that my cocky lying slave was truly broken and experiencing pain beyond anything he had experienced before.

“See if you can last 5 minutes with this on slave” I said. “If you do then I will reward you by letting you lick my latex clad body and maybe allow you to squirt on my boots. If you fail then you’ll be punished further. If you want to be released then all you have to do is nod your head up and down 5 times and I’ll release you for your next punishment”. Well, he barely lasted 30 seconds before his head bobbed up and down. “Oh dear slave” I said as I began to release him from his torment. Off came the device, hood and ballgag. His cock was red raw and covered in stinging nettle welts yet surprisingly there was another translucent pearl of pre-cum on his swollen and red bellend. I sent him off to the bathroom to bathe his sore cock and watched in delight as he rubbed cream across his bobbled and red cock. After about 15 minutes the worst of the stinging was over and he began normalising. No rest for the wicked…..he was dragged back into my room, thrown onto the floor on his back and told to pull his legs up. I plugged him with my E-Stim and over the next 10 minutes gave him gentle electrical pulses up his arse (with the occasional rapid increase to keep him on his toes). This had the effect of hardening his member (which was obviously still very sore) and he began to leak his fluid more readily. “Time for your milking slave. Stroke your cock whilst you worship my latex covered pussy and bottom” and with that I sat firmly on his face. This was both utter agony and complete ecstasy in one go for him, he had longed to lick me and cum yet his hardened cock was causing him excruciating levels of pain. Nevertheless after much stroking, licking, electrical anal pulses and verbal encouragement he produced a healthy load which jetted out in streams across his toned abs and chest. As he came I put all my weight on him causing him to struggle more as he tried to breathe. Finally I released him from his torment and allowed him to breathe.

Scooping up his seed with my fingers I made sure he ate every drop and then sent him off to shower and change. We sat and chatted afterwards which I always like to do with my cohort of slaves and submissive, albeit he was rather fidgety, and he told me how this one session had blown away his previous experiences by a long way. All of us have different pleasure and pain thresholds and having these tested to what we think are our boundaries but then being pushed just beyond is the only way we can expand both our sexuality and sensuality. Needless to say my new sub was tested and I hope importantly learned a number of things:

1. Where his new pain threshold is;
2. Nature has some cruel tools available to her and;
3. Never, ever, exaggerate about your manhood with an experienced dominatrix!

Whipping review from a devoted sub

18th January 2017MistressChatterleyReviews

I have been visiting Mistress Chatterley frequently for the last few years, during which time she has introduced me to things that I once would have never considered. On this occasion whilst I was naked on the floor worshipping Mistress’s thigh boots, the subject of my fantasy being suspended upside down and then whipped. Now it would be true to say that being beaten in any way thus far had been something I had avoided, however, Mistress pointed out that it should be an experience before that fantasy to see if I could actually manage it. At this point she noticed my cock becoming hard, she said if this is what is going on with your cock just talking about it I think now is the time for a “sample” whipping.

Suddenly the leash attached to my cock and balls was tugged and I followed her to the bondage bench, time for a mood change slave she said, the lights were dimmed and I could tell her mood had become serious at what was to come. A material hood was placed over my head, a ball gag secured tightly around my head and under my chin, there was no way that was going to come out I realised and a blindfold completed my sensory deprivation. She told me from now on all I was to concentrate was the sound of her stiletto boot heels and the sound of her whip. My hands and feet were spread- eagled to the bench and to complete my state of being vulnerable my cock and balls were placed flat across the bench. At this moment I did begin to wonder if I was going to cope. In all my time with Mistress I have never asked for a safe word being confident that she always could read my body signs and that has always been so, still, I was in no position now being firmly gagged to negotiate- I placed my trust in her.

It went quiet for a few moments, then I felt her latex dress pushing against my back, and felt the whip trailing over my chest. She stepped back and then the blows came, I did start to count, but quickly forgot after about twenty, every now and again, her hands stroked my body, tweaked my nipples and teased my cock, then the whipping resumed, gradually I felt myself beginning to slump only being supported by my cuffed hands to the bench. Mistress clearly red the signs and came up close hugging my body, the words I wanted to hear came, good boy, well done.

I was released and as my reward fastened into the toilet box, having been released from the hood, gag and blindfold, my wrists were cuffed to the sides, the neck fitting secured my head in the box and my ankles were secured to a spreader bar. Mistress took her place above me and warned not to miss any of her champagne I was refreshed without delay. To end the session whilst still positioned I was milked by Mistress by her Venus 2000. At the end of the session Mistress confirmed my position now as an owned slave and whipping would always be a part of every future session. I am very grateful to Mistress for my continued training and introducing me to a Whipping. Should you visit Mistress Chatterley you can be confident of being under the control of a truly amazing confident Mistress who will stretch your ambitions in the world of BDSM!

Slave countryman owned by Mistress Chatterley.

A peek at summer

21st April 2016Mistress ChatterleyUncategorized

Hi lovelies , first of all I’d personally like to thank all the new subs who have joined me at my new premises in beautiful London , I think my regular subs can honestly say and agree it’s a huge step up from Earls Court – right! So with that in mind , I will be looking forward to opening my doors (literally ) to those who fancy a bit of discrete outside play in my little court yard garden now the warmer weather is showing signs of being just around the corner. If not then we have my inside play rooms of course! I’d really be interested to hear from you with your sexy fetish fantasy ideas – I’m open minded and am never ever shocked , so send me a text message with your ideas and if I’m impressed not only will I session with you , I may even feel extremely generous and session with you for a discount. So , let’s see how imaginative you can be ! Win win.

My past few days

17th March 2016Mistress ChatterleyUncategorized

Good afternoon lovelies! I’m back from a little break in Tenerife , if you follow me on Twitter you will see the sun was truly shining! My devoted slave behaved most of the time but like all naughty boys had to be whipped , fucked, hog tied , spat on when he thought he knew best or tried to step out of line. Don’t get me wrong I’m not a bitch on holiday how could I be when relaxing, but rest assured , my dominance is never far away underneath my big blue eyes and cunning smile lol. He was rewarded as you can see from a few holiday snaps by allowing boot worship , toilet training and a few personal services !!! I’m now focuses on finishing my new websites which are fully loaded with films for you to enjoy whatever your kink or fetish . So keep an eye out for some big changes . Take care everyone xx MC

A few words from a sissy slut

3rd March 2016Mistress ChatterleyUncategorized

I have been intersted in the world of forced feminization and female domination for some time now. One night, myself and my girlfriend of seven years were duiscussing our sex lives and the topic of kinky sex came up. We were both slightly drunk at the time and we agreed that, on sunday, it would be fun to try out one of my fantasies. I told her that my main fantasy was to be feminized and dominated by a mistress So we allowed me to arranged a session with mistress chatterley.

On Sunday morning , the fun began. Mistress ordered me to get up and open the wardrobe in which she usually kept some of her clothes. I found that It contained not her clothes, but a variety of corsets, erotic lingere and high heels. She then ordered me to go into the bathtub and shave my legs. I eagerly went and she followed me. “Don’t forget to shave your pubic hair and chest hair, slave slut,” she said. I have to admit that the way she adressed me really turned me on. Once I had shaved all the hair off my torso, she applied a slave collar to my neck and attatched a leash to it. She then led me to the bedroom. Once we got there, she ordered me to sit down in front of her makeup table. “Alright slave,” she said “lets get a few thigs straight. You are to call me Mistress througout the day and are to do whatever I say.” “Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “Good, then we’ll begin right away.” She started by applying lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara, rouge and eyeliner to my face. Then she applied some one inch false nails and painted them and my toenails a deep, slutty red. The finishing touch was a long, champagne-blonde wig. Then, she ordered me to stand up and present myself for inspection. “Good,” she said “you look like a slutty slave. I think we’ll call you slave Cindy from now on. Do you lik your new name, slave?” “Oh, yes, Mistress,” I replied. “Good, then let’s begin!”

First, she laid out my clothes for the morning. She laid out a pair of sheer black stockings, a black thong that had a hole in it that my now erect penis fit through, a lacy black garterbelt, a corset, and a pair of six-inch high heels. I have to admit that, once I put all the clothes on, I looked positively feminine. My mistress must have been please as well, from the look on her face. She then ordered me to stand by the door and watch her get dressed. She took off her nightgown and put on a white corset, a white split-crotch thong, a white garter belt and white stockings. She topped it all of with a magnificent pair of white high heels boots with a pencil thin heel. After she was done dressing, she did her own makeup and painted her nails the same red as mine. She then sat down on the corner of the bed, spread her legs apart, and ordered me to crawl towards here and beg to service her pussy. So, I crawled towards her and began pleading to service her pussy, feeling slightly humiliated. Once she knew that I was humiliated, she allowed me to service her dripping pussy. I began lapping at it, licking all inside and on her clit and g-spot. I heard her moans of pleasure and continued to please her until she eventually came. She then ordered me to prepare breakfast for us. She asked for an omeletee. So, I prepared an omelette in the kitchen while she rested. Once I had prepared breakfast and we had eaten, with her using me as a footrest and me eating from my plate on the floor, she ordered me to put on a sheer baby-doll with furry edges and a very feminine little purse. In the purse, she showed me, a dildo with a vibrator, and a jar of lubricant. Once I had finished dressing, she stood up and ordered me to worship her beautiful boots So, i began licking, kissing and sucking her gorgeous boors and long legs. After what felt like an hour of solid boot worship, she informed me that I may suck on one of her tits for a brief time and come as a reward for being such a good slave.

So, she popped one of her gorgeous breasts out of her corset and held it out for me to suck on. I suck it and nibbled on her nipple until she ordered me to stopand lie down in the sun room on the settee. In the sun room, all the neighbours could see inside if they tried to look in so I felt as though someone was watching me all the way. Nonetheless, my urge to orgasm drove me to lie down and submit to her. She informed me that she wanted to ride my dick, but that I’d better not cum, or else! So she began riding my dick, but the sight of a beautiful woman in lingere drove me over the brink. Once I had finished, she informed me to take everything off except my makeup and nail polish and high heels. I complied, wondering what was to happen. Once I had finished partially undressing, she ordered me to kneel in the jacuzzi, with my face upwards. She strode in, wearing her same outfit, with the exception of the thong. I soon realized why.

“Well slave, I am now going to wash that makeup off your face,” she said, “close your eyes and open your mouth!” She then proceeded to pee on my face and into my mouth for a solid minute. Once she finished, she ordered me to swallow what was left in my mouth and to take a bath, still wearing my heels. Once I was clean, I had to put on a white pair of atoclings, a white thong embroidered with floral patterns, a pair of white high heels and a very tight, wet-look latex dress. Once I was finished, I had more makeup applied to my face and put on the long blonde wig, and I looked sluttier than ever. “Good, slave!” “We’re going to go to a party now, and mind you behave yourself!”

A party? I was incredibly humiliated, wondering what the party was going to be like. My mistress was dressed like me, except in black. So, she affixed a white leather slave collar to my neck and attatched a white leather leash to it and led me to the car. She got into the drivers seat and i was ordered to sit in the seat next to her. For the whole drive, I was ordered to pull my dick out and stroke it, but not to cum! I felt humiliated, knowing that everyone could see that I was a man, and a man in drag on top of it! We eventually arrived at our destination, with me in a heightened state of sexual frustration. I was longing to come, as a result of an hour’s constant stimulation, but of course Mistress Chatterley would not permit it . she is an expert at edging!!!

Surprise visit

26th February 2016Mistress ChatterleyUncategorized

My sub arrived at Bond Street tube awaiting direction to my chambers which is just a few mins away , whilst he was on route I received a call from a new client who had tried to make a booking with me for some months without success due to me being busy. We chatted briefly and I explained I could not see him as I had a client on route but said if he wanted to join us he was welcome to but it was on condition he would obey my every command. The caller was so keen and decided to come as he was only minutes away from my chambers . Client no 1 arrived first, I didn’t tell him about the surprise , but quickly , undressed him and tied him to my pegging machine . My door bell rang , client no2 arrived, a young blonde lad around 25 yrs old with a very pretty face. He was shaking but smiling and was very respectful. I reassured him he was in a safe environment and he could leave at any point. He clearly wanted to stay , I put my hand on his crutch , he was rock hard so I commanded him to undress , and join us in the other room. Client no 1 by this time knew a visitor had arrived, and I reassured him he would enjoy the surprise and would not be disappointed. I introduced the young sub to my client by instructing him to play with my clients cock , he was on all fours , my clients Arse in his face , very unorthodox method of introduction I know , but both subs cocks were so hard and very aroused I could not resist. I released client no1 from the pegging machine and made him lay on the floor facing upward inbetween the legs of the young lad and ordered him to lick and suck his innocent balls while the young lad was buried between my legs inhaling all my womanly aromas. I was so aroused , so pleased that two strangers were having so much fun , I decided they had no option but to arouse me further and boy oh boy did they ! Spontaneous sessions are just the best ….. Thanks Guys you made my day xx

23rd February 2016Mistress ChatterleyUncategorized

At the end of or the beginning of session as a delicacy the cleaning of my shoes and boots may come into play . You may be handcuffed with hands behind your back and ordered to lick them clean or you might be given a cloth in which to shine them . It is obvious however that only tool I really prefer, has to be the tongue.!!

Domestic duties

23rd February 2016Mistress ChatterleyMistress Chatterley, Uncategorized

My last cleaning session was quite interesting. It was about my loyal domestic slave who after long term devoted servitude was promoted to My personal cleaning slave.
There were a lot of things to do because the night before I had a great time in double-domme session, with one of the loveliest dominatrices.
My naked and collared slave spent almost whole afternoon to get back everything in order.

This weeks update

14th February 2016Mistress ChatterleyUncategorized

Hi lovelies , lots of new Kinky subs visited my London Marylebone premises this week, so a big thank you to you newbies and welcome X my new red luxury leather sofa will be arriving this week to compliment my festish bedroom so I will be able to undergo the most exquisite foot worship and feet pampering . I’ve ordered some nice new toys for strap on play , a new erostek electric play box for subs who like a little pain. In addition , a new toilet box which doubles us as a beautiful leather queening / facesitting seat , if you earn the delights of my ass and pussy of course. Water sports seems very popular at the moment – why is that , trends seem to go in phases , but I love to humiliate all the same X