Sit, stay…!!

July 3, 2014

Down Boy!

With the bright sunshine lighting up London, life’s felt like one wicked walk in the park this week. And what better way to celebrate the arrival of summer than with a little al fresco photo-shoot. Strutting in my thigh-high leather boots and skin-tight jeans, I’m not surprised my attire received more than a few admiring glances from passers-by and puppy dogs alike. Sometimes sexiness is simplicity itself.

Of course no dog of mine would ever be let off the leash though. In fact I keep all my mutts on a very short leash indeed. Perhaps it’s a product of my exceptionally strict obedience training but they never seem to mind being kept at heel…or even under it. Then again, would you?

P.S. Watch my Gallery for further examples of outdoor antics over the next week or two.

A Wicked Work of Art!

May 23, 2014

I think this amazing effort from my talented slave D speaks for itself. I love it. I’m always impressed and indeed touched by such thoughtful creativity. Extra spanks will be on the cards by way of thanks.

It’s strange how my rewards are remarkably similar to my punishments…anyone might think I need an excuse to inflict unlimited pain, frustration and torment upon my loyal subjects. I certainly don’t. Such treats are always on the cards….and as the Queen of Hearts I certainly rule the pack.

Bad Books and Black Lists

May 22, 2014

I finally found myself catching up with my good friend Mistress Akella this morning. It’s been a while since our paths crossed and she’s looking more stunning than ever. As we discussed details of all things Dominant, our conversation arrived at the sore subject of the big, bad, black list. Perhaps predictably it turned out many of the same slaves appeared on both of ours. Yes, Mistresses do talk. We compare and contrast and warn each other of wasters doing the rounds. So if your ears (or balls) were burning earlier there’s probably a very good reason why.

It never fails to make me laugh/cry when slaves think they can get away with messing around, time-wasting, making disrespectful requests, passive aggression, criticisms, controlling behaviour or down-right lying without repercussions. Choose your opponent wisely and a switched-on, street-wise, cerebral sadist isn’t the best option. Obviously.

I can’t speak for other Mistresses but once you’ve hit the heights of my black list there’s NO WAY OFF. As a more than tolerant individual, once I’m betrayed I don’t forgive and forget. Your card is marked. Beg, stalk, bribe….I’m not interested because in my experience respect is a two-way thing regardless of D/s status and sadly such toxic characters rarely change their ways. Besides each negative encounter or exchange robs precious time away from those genuine slaves who deserve it.

You probably know if your name appears on my list but just to make sure (and to save your time/phone bill) I’m toying with publishing my black list here in the next few days….the Internet equivalent of being locked in stocks in the village square and publicly mocked by passers-by. And who doesn’t love a good old-fashioned punishment?!

Threat? Promise? I guess you’ll find out the hard way.

A few days…

May 16, 2014

Away.

I am now out of town until Monday 19th. I am off to put the Pain in Spain for a few days.

Have a wicked weekend!!

Grand Dungeon Designs…

May 8, 2014

My new parlour of pain and pleasure is finally finished and raring to go. It’s big, it’s bad, it’s very beautiful and it really has to be seen to be believed. I should have some new photos in my gallery in the next few weeks but I will post them on my news page first.

…Well now I say ‘finished’ – my suspension frame is standing sturdily and all my shoes and boots are safely ensconced in their new home. However, in reality I’m not entirely sure my play-space will ever be complete. Experience tells me that it will ever evolve in order to cater for new equipment or my latest kink. And as a die-hard perfectionist I’m pretty sure that’s no bad thing. Me, hard to satisfy? Who would ever have guessed?!

I never dreamt I would have so much space to strut, or the freedom to nail anything (or anyone) into the walls without repercussion though. I’m a very proud Mistress indeed. And once again a little stock-take has made it very obvious that I have a serious addiction to sadistic toys and implements. Can you really ever have too many?

So all that remains, is to thank my army of little helpers for all their kind assistance, and emotional support. And when I say ‘thank’, of course I mean spit, slap, kick and trample into complete and utter submission.

(FYI: I’m now situated in the lovely, leafy W14 although still conducting occasional sessions from my former dungeon in W9.)

Alice Springs…

April 24, 2014

Look away from your screen long enough and you might just notice that spring has sprung. And I’ve had a serious spring in my stiletto-clad-step this week because ball-busting has been a solid fixture on my menu of sadistic delights.

I’ve even inspired some wonderful poetry from my Savoy slave. And what Mistress doesn’t love a little Ode to Her Highness? It’s too good to keep all to myself, so I thought I would share this little gem of inspiration.

‘His look of dread does not appease; the first kick fells him to his knees.

Limp manhood, dulled in pain, he’s ordered to his feet again.
Sensual, superior, commanding and cruel, a beautiful siren suffrin’ no fool;

Is it Cuban stockings, sheer to thigh, which brings the first tear to his eye?
Or perhaps elegant foot, in heel so thin, stabbing soft, submitted skin.
Heel and toe, an exquisite crush . . . surging his body, the pain does rush.

Refined heel, deliciously reared . . . and with precision, his manhood speared.
Is there mercy in those ice-green eyes? Will she relent, to his cries?

Or is she just too late to be stopped, ‘afore his balls, one-by-one, are popped?’

Bravo!!

Hop to it!

April 17, 2014

Who doesn’t love a bunny girl? Whether you’re talking Playboy centrefolds, Jessica Rabbit, or even the Cadbury’s Caramel Bunny (who’s quite surprisingly featured in a few fantasies I’ve been sent over the years) there’s something sexy about a hyper-feminine rampant rabbit.

Now as someone who loves dressing up (who would guess?!), you can imagine how excited I was to be gifted these little bunny ears. I was inspired. So in honour of all things Easter, I’ve gone soft-centred like a caramel cream for my latest photo. Rest assured though, there’s a sadistic bitch beneath those innocent candy-coloured hues. And I know you wouldn’t have it any other way.

What a pity my fluffy bunny tail’s hidden away though. Maybe the shot of my perfect rear will make an appearance next year.

Now did I mention how much I love carats…..oops, I mean carrots of course.

Happy Easter, AM x

Paradise Lost….

March 12, 2014

The softest, whitest sand, the clearest bluest sea – it’s safe to say the Maldives are truly a land of sunny superlatives. I spent a fabulous five days barefoot and breathless at the stunning array of turtles, dolphins, sharks….and colourful cocktails. You can just about see me on what has to be the world’s most perfect sun-lounger in the photo above.

But now I’ve shaken the last of the sand out of my stilettos (well I had to take one pair) it’s firmly back to the very important business of being THE bitch. I’ve been ever-so-generous since my return with extra large helpings of discipline, pain and humiliation for all my lucky slaves.

As if all this wasn’t enough to keep me out of trouble there is also the small matter of another dream of mine coming to fruition. Those of you who’ve known me for the past few years have been kept informed of my long and perilous attempt to get my Louboutins on the London property ladder.

Well my key-ring (already rather heavy with keys to all sorts of deviant locks and devices) has a brand new addition. And I am very proud to announce that Holland Park has a new resident Dominatrix.

But more on that later….

Paradise Found….

February 20, 2014

I will be away from my dungeon from 24th February until March 3rd. I won’t be available on my phone… no change there then! I will of course answer all worthy emails upon my return.

And just in case you’re wondering…yes I am heading somewhere extraordinarily enviable. This time next week I will have sun-kissed skin and an enviable view of an azure sky dissolving into a crystal clear sea.

But I won’t leave you with the image of my golden form stretched out on the sand, sporting a rather fetching bikini….that would be exceptionally cruel wouldn’t it? And I won’t promise that I might post of picture of such a dazzling sight either, this could inspire an obsessive-compulsive blog checking disorder couldn’t it?

Well you know what they say: ‘You can take the Dominatrix out of the dungeon, but you can’t take the dungeon out of the Dominatrix.’

My whip might be staying at home, but my sadistic sensibilities certainly won’t be. Talk about excess baggage. Paradise here we come!

A Valentine’s Card to Make You Ha….

February 14, 2014

….Happy!

Love Mistress Alice x