The Malice and Myers Academy is an authentic boys-only school role-play where you can live out your fantasies under the strict supervision of two delectable school Mistresses. The Academy rejects the new fangled touchy feely teaching methods that are leading to this Nation’s educational decline. Rather in the face of fashion, it bravely embraces traditional values such as a stiff dose of trigonometry, rigorous exercise, a healthy fear of teaching staff and an even healthier fear of the cane.

If you wish to experience that delightful sense of humiliation and shame as you are taken in hand in front of the whole class then a visit to The Academy is highly recommended.

The Academy is based in an authentic school classroom at Waltham Cross Hertfordshire. Truly realistic, it has been beautifully and artfully recreated with an impressive eye for detail and atmosphere. It is of course well-equipped, clean, safe, secure and away from the street.

The first school day at the Academy is Friday 22nd June where we will be offering a classroom experience and 221s at a special rate for those boys in need of private tuition.

Please apply to the following email address regarding school fees and timetable: Maliceandmyers@gmail.com

Further information about the beguiling Miss Myers can be found at her personal website: www.HouseofMyers.com

Just in case you were planning on buying me chocolates…I would honestly prefer something sparkly from Faberge – preferably a jewelled egg crafted between 1885-1917..I believe there are some located in the Kremlin Armoury…go fetch!

Happy Easter x

The sound of stilettos strutting across the office easily removed his attention from Excel. His eager eyes fixed first on her delectable footwear, sped up the seams of her stockings, and finally arrived at the seductive scene of her entire silhouette.

Perfectly outlined by immaculate tailoring – her waist was pinched, the curve of her bottom framed and the long line of her legs revealed just above the knee. All her assets were sculpted into the impression of a perfect hourglass….

Whether it’s latex, leather, flannel, herringbone or tweed, as far as fashion goes the pencil skirt has to be the ultimate icon of power dressing. It demands attention, clings to curves in all the right places and can’t help but make men weak at the knees.

What can’t be achieved in a pencil skirt just isn’t worth having. And as I seem to have a rather extension collection it would only be right to assume that I have the world on it’s knees…..power hungry, me?

N.B. She was a brainy bitch too and didn’t need to rely on her feminine assets to get ahead in life – although she wasn’t shy about exploiting them of course!!

In January 2012, whilst orbiting the galaxy, Al1ce – a senior intergalactic researcher intercepted human radio communication. Tired of undressing in zero gravity and indeed the general lack of atmosphere in space, she embarked on a spontaneous detour – an odyssey to Earth.

By the time she arrived, she had one mission in mind – to capture indigenous males and assess their worthiness for eternal slavery and exploitation on her home planet.

Only one such specimen, deemed too pathetic even for extermination survived to tell his tale…

‘I awoke to her stroking my cheek again but this time with a rather increased velocity. I could not move as I was securely strapped down to some kind of rack or examination table. She smiled down at me, it can only be described as the smile of a predator savouring the wide-eyed terror of it’s prey.

‘The white light grew even more blinding then suddenly her intrusive examination began.

‘With a sneering sense of curiosity she observed my responses to her many and varied probes, my reactions to extremes of temperature, breath restriction and ultimately prolonged periods in darkness and deprivation. Instinctively she seemed to know which sensations would when juxtaposed provide optimum discomfort.

‘She appeared to take pleasure in ensuring my suffering was maximized both physically and psychologically. A whisper of her intentions prior to the act left me aroused and anxious as to what I would subsequently be required to endure. If deemed to be tempering my response I was swiftly punished. Rationalisation and indeed reason seemed pointless.

‘It was terrifyingly obvious my worth was somehow being evaluated but for what and why I had no idea. Months later I am still struggling to make sense of how I survived the ordeal, how I escaped her cruel and unusual treatment and why I still feel so compelled to return and prove myself worthy of her intergalactic ownership.’

Well I have recently gifted myself an additional winch on my suspension frame which means I now have a grand total of five suspension points – pretty impressive. Not only can I have you hanging/flying by your wrists and ankles simultaneously but everything in between is also destined for a short sharp yank into the ether. Thank you ME!

Happy Valentine’s Day…

A kinky little feet treat for all my admirers!

Mistress Alice x