All things Alice….

February 9, 2015

I’ve had some spectacularly seminal moments during my career but amongst the greatest has to be the request to model for the legendary Femme-Domme artist Sardax. He wrote to me late last year with the news that he’d been commissioned by a Japanese fetish magazine to create a series of Wonderland inspired artworks. I’m so pleased I was the obvious choice to step into the shoes of the inimitable Miss Alice. Well hopefully I was the only choice. And I think the results speak for themselves.

And what could be more of a fitting tribute as Alice in Wonderland reaches the ripe old age of 150 this year? It’s incredible to think that for a whole century and a half, the enchanting pursuits of its striped-stockinged star have delighted and inspired millions in every way, shape and form imaginable.

Alice will always hold a very special place in my heart. For me her unique journey comprises the perfect mixture of the subversive, the surreal and the downright insane. I’ve always found her tale to be a wonderful allegory for the BDSM universe where we tumble down the rabbit hole and into a perverse world where anything and everything can happen. I’ve drawn upon Freudian images more than a few times in my blog, but perhaps this has to be one of my favourites. Along these lines, I will leave you with the image of Alice at the end of her insane adventures (not all of which were pleasant) as she wakes up on the warm grass of a sunny river bank all the wiser, empowered and indeed self-enlightened. Long live Alice and all things impossible….

The Psychology of the Safe Word…

January 27, 2015

Did you know that even identical twins don’t have the same fingerprints? I discovered this factual gem whilst having my own digits inked a few days ago. Now while I’m aware this blog is running the risk of becoming a misery memoir, I have to admit it’s because I was burgled. Even a safe isn’t safe these days.

Thankfully there’s a small silver lining to this distressing turn of events. It makes an astonishingly convenient segue into an issue which has been on my mind lately – the psychology of the ‘safe word’.

When I started out as a Pro-Domme, I thought the safe word always signified ‘stop play without delay’. However, experience has taught me something different. Yes, even this seemingly cut-and-dried subject is…subjective. That’s BDSM for you.

I now know that a slave’s stance on the safe word is rather revelatory, a kinky clue which can assist me in creating the perfect play-time for us both. It can illuminate their relationship to suffering, control, boundaries, and basic trust in the whole Mistress/slave exchange.

I often get requests to play with no safe word at all. Some slaves disagree with this proposition, feeling it allows them an element of control, and therefore interferes with the sincerity of the Mistress/slave dynamic. How can they really surrender with this pre-agreed panic-button in place?

Equally, I have slaves who want to scream the safe word until their lungs explode as I carry on regardless. This is a fantasy of extreme, explicit helplessness at the hands of a seriously sadistic bitch. …not someone who will simply stop when you ask nicely. Such an individual doesn’t just want to hit the wall but wants to be pushed right through the bricks and out the other side.

Both examples above are most commonly the mark of an experienced player, or someone who needs a certain reassurance that they’re genuinely at my mercy – whether that’s mentally or physically. Of course I can let my whip simply do the talking, but sometimes in the dungeon, the action is actually less relevant than the intention.

On the other end of the scale lies those adamant they definitely DO NOT want to be using their safe word. A slave of this nature wants to play conservatively (at least in the first instance), with the assurance of an explicit ability to regain control if need be. Perhaps they’re not yet confident in me, comfortable with their submission, or the vulnerability that comes with relinquishing power. This is often the nature of a less experienced slave, or someone who has had a bad experience with a Mistress in the past. Often as the relationship between myself and such an individual develops, they can be convinced that boundaries really are there to be pushed.

And finally there’s the slave who’s not happy unless they’ve been forced to say the safe word at least once during the course of a session. It’s evidence they’ve really been forced to go beyond their limits in order to please me and suffered sufficiently to be allowed back again.

As far as I’m concerned, there are no rights or wrongs. Each approach has its merits and its pitfalls. Regardless, as a (safe, sane and consensual) Mistress, I have a duty of care to notice when my slave is sufficiently at his/her limits and to act accordingly whether that involves a verbal cue or not. Surely it goes without saying that I am in control regardless of any of the above?

So is a safe word ultimately topping from the bottom? Well I know what I think but I’d really like you to consider where you stand on the whole subject. Who knows, you might just learn a thing or two about not only your kinky side, but also your vanilla-self in the process.

A little Fetish Firework…

December 30, 2014

And quite the rocket it is too, inspiring all sorts of impressive bangs and explosions. Who needs to stand shoved and shivering at the side of the Thames (trying vainly to text with woolly gloves on), when this kind of awe-inspiring display can be experienced in the warmth of your own home (gloves a kinky but non-essential accessory).

Despite a little delay (and a sizeable tantrum) the above has arrived and detonated just in time to welcome in 2015 and all the fresh fun and frolics it will bring with it. I can’t exactly read the future, but if there’s one thing I know it’s that certain kinky qualities are firmly on my personal menu. Keep an eye on my gallery in the next few weeks for a little taster.

I’m wishing everyone an amazing, Alicious, Malicious, delicious New Year. I hope it brings you health, happiness….and hedonism at my heels!

Christmas Beatings and Best Swishes…

December 22, 2014

Well I’m still waiting for THE Christmas photo I had planned to treat you to before signing off. But I’m now sadly resigned to admitting defeat, putting up my perfect feet and trying to forget about the slack excuse for a photographer who doesn’t know the importance of deadlines. Instead this charming little festive image inspired by a kiss under the Mistletoe will warm your hearts and remind you of what’s really important at this time of year – worshipping the heavenly heels of a true Goddess!!

Wishing you all a very merry Malicious Christmas and a debauched and decadent New Year. I will be back in my dungeon from January 5th, and intent on putting the mean in 2015!!

She’s Electric…

December 8, 2014

You’ve probably noticed there’s been an eerie silence surrounding my blog for the past month. Well apart from the fact I’ve been busy beyond belief, there’s a darned good reason for my absence. I have been an innocent (uh-hum) victim of an extremely cruel karmic attack.

Now let me explain…

Over the years I must have sent countless shocks of electricity through the most sensitive spots of my lucky slaves. Electro-play has to be one of my favourite methods of stimulation – with infinite possibilities for persecution; various configurations, countless electrodes used singularly or in combination, delivered on different settings and programs, remotely, close-up, privately, publicly, via microphone, internally or externally. Very few methods rival its sadistic intensity, and of course there’s the added bonus of leaving no trace at all.

Oh yes, a slave wired up to my top-of-the-range ET312 is a very obedient creature indeed. So whether I eventually decide to inflict a gentler buzzing sensation, or a nice harsh bolt of lightening, I can be assured of total and utter compliance. This comes in particularly handy when used in conjunction with my remote-controlled Electra-stim device and I just happen to be in Selfridges shoe department with a slave in tow.

With such enthusiasm for, and experience of this medium, the one thing I never expected was for electricity to strike me back. So understandably I blew a personal fuse when my trembling electrician informed me that my dungeon was now without power and would require an extensive rewiring job. After a year of decorating, the news that my poor Palace would now have to be desecrated came as a nasty shock indeed.

There is a sparkling silver lining to this cruel cloud though. This situation has served as a wonderful reminder of my army of amazing slaves. I’ve been spoiled with practical, emotional, artistic and financial support in every way, shape and form. A few candle-lit sessions really aren’t the end of the world, plus you can never have too much molten hot wax to hand. So as the curtains close on 2014, what really matters is this vital opportunity to take stock of what a lucky Mistress I am and also what a momentous year it’s been.

With this in mind, I am now not accepting further bookings until January 2015. I will be back before Christmas though with a little festive tribute to fill you with fetish merriment. How’s that for a serious shot of good karma?

Tales from the Kensington Crypt…

October 29, 2014

Now listen up, and pay attention,
Here’s an evil tale of intervention,
Sadistic and wicked, yet sexy still,
So wait right here for your spooky fill.

A modern Witch lies in her lair,
Reading Proust and Baudelaire.

This foolish minion, so cock- consumed,
Has annoyed this bitch, and now is doomed!

An example of him this witch will make.
She’ll turn her slave into a snake.

Condemned to forever hiss and wriggle,
So near, so far, it makes her giggle.
She’ll toy with him for eternity,
Tease him most determinedly.

Her sIn-box catches her attention.
This spell-mail demands wicked intervention.

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble….
a Freudian spell will burst his bubble….

And so poor slave slithers south to hide,
Yet staying close to Mistress’ side,
Coils round her snake-skin boots to wait,
And before long meet his same fate!

A lesson learnt, a lesson told,
This modern Witch, she’s so well-soled.
Cage or not, she holds the key,
to pleasure, pain and loyalty.

Happy Hallowe’en!!!

Alice does Dallas

October 18, 2014

Well okay, I’m not actually going to Dallas but I will just close enough to necessitate such a winning title. My Cowboy boots and lasso are packed.

I will be working/playing away from 18th-26th October. My phone will be turned off but I will be checking emails intermittently.

Seven days sans Alice – now that’s true torture!

A Fully-fashioned September

September 29, 2014

If there’s one thing I love about September, it’s stocking up on new clothes and footwear all ready for the busy, bitchy months ahead. So in true back-to-school style I’ve had a wardrobe overhaul and ordered some shiny new specimens all ready for the new term. Latex lovers, boot sluts and leather whores alike will all be grinning greedily at the prospect of some delectable new additions to my kinky closet.

So what’s been on my shopping list?

A ravishing red latex catsuit courtesy of House of Harlot. My favourite black corseted catsuit has also finally been mended too. Apparently I’m not alone, that pesky ‘right arm tear’ is symptomatic of cane-swinging Mistresses across London.

Two new pairs of knee-high leather boots from Fabulously Fetish – one in black and one in red. 7.5inches of pure heel appeal, perfectly made-to-measure with some serious strutting, stomping, trampling and worship in mind.

Two little latex dresses and a super sexy playsuit which perfectly kiss and cling to my curves.

Two pairs of the softest, smoothest leather gloves (courtesy of my glove slave) from Aspinal. My gloved grip has never been more elegant, insistent, or tenacious.

And as if all this wasn’t enough, my maid/sissy/slut wardrobe has also had a makeover with lots of lovely new outfits, shoes, and lingerie. A stylish Mistress such as myself deserves nothing less than impeccably dressed servants at her side.

Quite the list, I think you’ll agree. But I can assure you all this shopping isn’t just for the fiendish fun of it. I fundamentally believe any self-respecting Mistress must always look the part, setting the standard for sadistic sartorial elegance in the process. And with my sparkling new attire, I shall be dressed to the nines, and hell bent on giving six of the best in the months ahead. Hmm, something tells me my newly-mended catsuit might not last too long…oh well, I’ll survive a tear or two, even if my slaves won’t!

Dungeon Developments…

September 7, 2014

Well I hope all you fetish fiends and serious kinksters have had an amazing time at the London Fetish Weekend. I’m left in no doubt that more than a few rubber outfits will be in need of some TLC by Monday Morning.

And talking of TLC, it’s time to showcase my awe-inspiring play space. My new dungeon has been pain-stakingly put-together in order to meet my most exacting requirements and satisfy every one of my sadistic whims and wishes. I would like to declare without a shadow of a doubt that it’s done, but I always maintain that any serious dungeon is ever-evolving. For now though, I think I’m quite content. And judging by all the ‘wows’ I’ve had, I think my slaves would say the same. Of course it’s had more than its fair share of ‘ows and ouches’ too.

So I think it’s high time I populated my poor neglected Dungeon Gallery with some snaps. I will be putting them up over the next week or two. So if you’re a little too far, or a little too afraid to visit me, you can put yourself in the picture and let that vivid imagination do the rest in the one and only Wonderland of West London.

BDSM at the Box Office

August 22, 2014

When Cinema casts its all-seeing-eye down the lense and into the dark world of BDSM I think it deserves comment. For one it’s not necessarily a straightforward or predictably commercial subject matter to tackle. Despite its spiky stigma, BDSM is a sensitive (often misunderstood) creature. It deserves to be stroked carefully with kid gloves, (or maybe that should be latex) until it purrs like a pussy cat.

What it deserves though, isn’t necessarily what it gets. It’s often flogged gratuitously, mistreated, manipulated and manhandled in a truly callous style. The media all too happily overlooks the subtleties and the sincerities behind the scenes in favour of an attention grabbing title or tagline.

Does the media have any kind of duty to represent BDSM in an honest and earnest fashion anyway? What do you think? After all such integrity isn’t synonymous with winning Oscars or smashing profit predictions – all of which grease the commercial wheels of such enterprises. Me, a cynic?!

Moving on. Well despite my media-related misgivings I’m always fascinated to see how the world I know so well is represented….or misrepresented on the big screen.

As an avid and insatiable lover of horror films I’m poised to see what grisly treats ‘R100′ has to offer. Amusingly the plot-line reminded me of more than a few individuals who’ve written to me claiming they want to sign up for an all-consuming experience – handing over control of every tiny detail of their lives. ‘What fun,’ I reply, only to receive a follow up email breaking the sad news. Their MOT is due/they’ve contracted Ebola and maybe this can happen next year instead when they’ll definitely be back in touch. Oh and can they buy me a present (which never materialises) to make up for wasting my time. It is in fact brilliantly predictable. Let’s hope the same can’t be said for this storyline.

As for ‘My Mistress’, well visually it looks stunning. It more than resonates with my own high production values. Coupled with wonderfully shiny latex, and an actor who does it justice, I’m more than intrigued to see how this sexually formative experience unravels. I will be attending the premiere dressed in my most stunning catsuit. Come to think of it my pathetic pool boy can come too.

And as if all this wasn’t enough, with Fifty Shades of Grey also on the horizon, we’re certainly spoilt…for better or worse. Now it might not be Shakespeare but it certainly never claimed to be so there’s no point being snobbish about its literary merit. Perhaps more importantly it’s brought BDSM into the wider public consciousness and apparently the bedroom too. Personally I am all too keen to see what the Red Room of Pain holds in terms of dungeon design. I do hope the set designers have done it justice.

Well all this talk of film has wetted my appetite for finally getting ‘Alice Malice The Movie’ into production. A BDSM blockbuster of this magnitude is obviously going to require a small army of well-trained slaves behind it. Now who’s up for visiting my leather casting couch for a most unforgiving audition?