A Halloween Short Story For My Mistress Leyla

At the time, a Halloween fancy dress party had seemed like the perfect excuse for a fun night out and Marie decided she needed a fun night more than anything else in her life. But with it starting within the next hour now she wasn’t quite so sure.

Her week had been hectic to say the least, non-stop work till late every night, and tomorrow she was planning to spend all day with her mother preparing her for the imminent move into a nursing home.

Now she stood in front of the full-length mirror set into the wardrobe door. Her fancy dress costume looked okay, not as good as it did when she’d seen it on her computer screen but then shopping online always led to disappointingly high expectations she thought to herself.

She was dressed in a black catsuit decorated in fluorescent bones making her look like a glowing skeleton in the dark. However under the bright room lights it was very figure-hugging and left her feeling a little exposed. At 37 she still had an enviable figure but felt it was better to dress to suggest than be too blatant. If only she had a black cloak she could wrap around herself, Marie thought, she’d look mysterious, spooky and quite possibly sexy as well.

Once again she considered not going; she could call or even text Joanne and tell her she wasn’t feeling too well. No, she decided she would go and even try to enjoy herself.

“Marie! Lovely to see you, come in,” exclaimed what looked like a half-drunk Joanne leaning perilously out of the front door of the large town house where she lived with her husband Greg. Marie gave her friend a quick hug and the obligatory peck on the cheek and moved past the pile of discarded coats just inside.

A Story By Suzann to Mistress

A Story submitted by Suzann....

 

 

I am standing In front of a mirror in the bedroom of a  woman  whose house I rent a room  in. I am wearing her black  nylon panties with lacy insets thinking I am alone in the house.

I suddenly hear a laugh and turn towards the door and see her standing  with a smirk on her face  I am so embarrassed  that I am paralyzed. I  start staring  at the floor afraid to meet her eyes but I know I must look up . I hear her walk towards me. She is older and  very elegant  and I knew she would have  glamorous panties and  even though I fought the urge, I knew it was only a matter of time till I snuck into her bedroom. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop myself. 

Now I must face her and the fact that I am a sneaky underwear thief . She gave me a slap on the face and it made me look up. I was scared but She  was grinning .  Not much of bulge in the front panty boy. She said. She then pulled the panties down and looked at my undersized penis. Oh my god ! She exclaimed. You're  hardly even a man with a dick like that. No wonder you want to wear  my underwear.. You're  even more of girly boy than I first thought.   Even so I can't have you sneaking around my room.. My things are my things and you have no right to be in here... I started to apologise profusely.. I am so sorry Mrs Lee..I really am I won't do it again   I promise..   while I was apologising I heard the click of a camera phones and I thought  Oh No this can go out on the internet I looked  over  to her as she was snapping away and smiling evilly. Please don't send those out Mrs Lee .I was close to tears and begging. She then said I like embarrassing people.

I  Know a few of your friends on the Internet as well as your employer. I could really see to it that you'd be blushing in public for a long time . I could also call the police and say you were in my room trying to steal  I wouldn't be lying you did take a pair of my panties. I  could only beg her  for forgiveness and I kept it  up. A litany of I am sorry ,Please let me make it up to you, I won't ever do anything like this again. I really needed the room that she let me rent. I couldn't possibly afford  anything else in this town and  I need to be here to work  a job I had just started . A job with a future. SO I  was in dire straits and I told her and begged her. She just looked at me with an indifferent look.. Then  asked me if I always wore women's clothes and stressed that she wanted the truth  or   it would not go well for me. I said that  I really didn't but that I thought of it a lot.. So you like  wearing panties . Do you wearing bras and slips? She   asked. I nodded  She snapped A nod is not an answer! Say it! I said I like wearing slips and bras. And panties she demanded. Yes Mrs lee I like wearing panties.   I suddenly realised  she is videoing me but I had no choice but to go along. Good girl she said.  I felt a thrill at being called a girl by this very feminine and elegant lady and was surprised by it as well considering the circumstances. She said   I have always  liked you.  I thought you were a nice young man slim and  not too masculine perhaps you can now be a nice young lady for me as I think we can both benefit from this turn of events. You can be a girl while you are here and I can use you as a maid or an errand girl.    I entertain a lot people in my  job and some of them I know are quite kinky..  A little sissymaid at some of my parties may go over well. I knew she had a high powered sales job that she was very good at.. I also knew I had to agree but at the same time I was aroused.  I   was going to nod but then said Of course Mrs Lee anything I can do to help.  She seemed pleased. Then looked at me sternly  If one of my  clients wants to fondle your ass while you're serving drinks you had better giggle and put up with it... I was a little bit dismayed I never thought about sex with men.  Huh Sissy she demanded.. I knew I had to agree and was worried why I was feeling frisky. Yes Mrs Lee I said. Mrs Lee then added I have a lot of gay and bi clients as well  some very kinky older women and you're going to be a darling to them.  Aren't you sweetie ?  I hope it won't entail me having sex with them I  said . Wondering where I found the courage..

Mrs Lee gave me a very stern look. It will if I say so sissy. Trust me sissy if you like wearing panties you won't mind getting on your knees once in a while. After all I wear panties and I had to do it... Do you think you're better. ? Do you?  I had to say no.. Say it again She demanded.. No Mrs lee  I am not better than you.  She then rubbed my cheek with her hand.. I can find a dildo for you to practise on cutie and we can practise makeup and walking in heels and curtsying . You'll be glad to know I'll get you the girliest panties I can find along with  some knockout sissymaid outfits. You won't have to pay it will be a business expense for me.. . I Knew that I should thank her and I did.  She winked at me.  Don't worry sissypoo she said You'll  more than earn it back for me

The Beginners Guide to Fetish Clubs in London

No one comes out of the womb latex clad and armed with a whip; no matter how well versed in the art of fetish some may be, they all had to start somewhere!

Whether you’re merely curious to catch a glimpse of what goes on inside these infamous kinky nightclubs, or you’re actually interested in dabbling in the fetish scene, entering a fetish club for the first time can be a little intimidating.

But never fear – all you need is a great outfit, an open mind and some basic knowledge to take your first steps into the cult of fetish clubs with ease. The first two are simple enough to achieve, and for the third we’ve got your back; here’s our what, where and how guide to get you from curious to club…

What can I expect from the UK fetish scene?

You may already have preconceptions about the fetish scene, BDSM and bondage; the media coupled with recent book and film releases (i.e. Fifty Shades of Grey) has provided a glimpse into this world, however this ‘glimpse’ probably isn’t all that accurate.

The best way to learn about fetish is to actually go and experience it for yourself; and where better to do so than in one of the many fun, relaxed clubs where drinks flow freely and sexual freedom without judgement is encouraged?!

Sissy Maxine and the Master

I arrive at the hotel after answering the Craig’s List ad for sissies desiring a Master to teach and train them in the ways of sissiness… 

I knock and hear muffled voices as I enter. 

"Hi, I am Bob and these are my assistants Bunny and Laura. They will lead you into the bathroom to remove your clothing and help me with your first lesson." I enter the bathroom and undress, standing completely naked before Bunny and Laura, who are incredibly sexy, and as they take off their lingerie, I focus on their voluptuous breasts, and then out pops their cocks. As I begin to protest, Bunny grabs my balls and squeezes as Laura covers my mouth with a cloth filled with ether or chloroform. Everything gets hazy and I blackout.

The Novice - 1st hand account of a #BDSM session with Mistress Leyla

Written by Back2egg. This story is an account of a session we had together. It was a 2 hour, so a long piece of writing. Enjoy.

The original can be seen HERE:

I lay naked face down on the floor as my nipple clamps were beginning to bite. I could hear a rummaging as Mistress Leyla searched out of my sight.

“I’m just looking for something for you to ride,” She muttered deliberately teasing. I remembered what I had put in my e-mail but was She really going to go through with it? Earlier I was surprised to go outside and for Her to fulfill my first fantasy but surely the next thing I asked for was going beyond Her remit.

It was if there was a refusal to believe that these fantasies could come true even though Mistress did nothing to hide Her agenda. It wasn’t until I was struck on my buttocks for being late that I really believed I was going to be punished. It was not until I was naked outdoors did I believe that would happen, despite being on a lead indoors going through doggie commands.

The denial going through my head was absolute and even when Mistress Leyla said, “I’m looking for something for you to ride” I still didn’t believe what I was in for.

“Turn over She ordered and I obeyed the long nipple clamps catching on the floor and whipping around on release as my body turned. I lay on my back and looked up and caught sight of myself in an overhead mirror.

Yes it really was me, I had final submitted whole-heartedly to a Mistress and was awaiting more torments. I was in a dream, I congratulated myself for making it to the world of my fantasies but was She really going to shaft me?

I looked to the side, still not daring to believe and I saw Mistress with a large pink tapered strap-on protruding from Her crotch. I swallowed hard as She expertly rolled on a condom along its entire length. I began to worry a little; the strap-on was at least eight inches long and when a man is going to be on the receiving end of a phallus you don’t exaggerate.

Mistress strolled casually towards me stroking Her cock slowly, either to tease or torture me mentally, or professionally ironing out any air bubbles. She stood upright between my legs.

“All of our strap-ons are cleaned thoroughly.’ She announced, to allay any fears. I did feel better for that information but with it came the realization that I really was going to get shafted!

“First I want you to suck my cock!” She stated with relish and knelt to my side Her knees in-between my arm and torso. I wondered how She was going to take me, was She going to do me missionary style where I was laying, getting me to pull my legs up so I would be in the diaper position or have me on all fours and have me doggie style? There was a bondage table waiting menacingly in the corner of the room and I thought She would take me there rather than join me on the floor.

She offered Her cock to me and for the time being I would do my best to please Her. I didn’t mind being humiliated, that didn’t hurt and as long as Her cock was in my mouth it wasn’t going to be doing damage elsewhere.

“Suck it!” She commanded with authority and I quickly lifted my head to clamp my mouth on Her strap-on.

I sucked quickly noticing the latex sheath on my tongue. As my head motioned back and forth my teeth lightly chattered on Her cock and I forced my jaw to open wider not wanting to puncture the condom.

“Lick it!” She demanded and I instantly disengaged my mouth and went to sliding my tongue along the length.

“Suck it!” She quickly revised and once again Her cock was in my mouth slowly fucking away with tiny thrusts.

Again the will to please Her took over and I tried to gobble as much of Her pink strap-on down my throat as possible.

“Good boy” She praised genuinely pleased with my efforts as I quickly worked up the length. I started to gag and was quickly instructed by Mistress.

Serving as a hostess at my wife Janet’s bridge party - A submissive's story - literally!

Ok readers, here is a BDSM story submission by Brianna., Emailed to me this morning.

What do we think of it? 

Part One:

HOW did it ever get this far? I’m actually serving as a hostess at my wife Janet’s bridge party ! A hostess, moreover, dressed as a maid, which is what I became six months ago - my own wife’s personal maid !

What would you say if someone invited you to a Naturist Spa?

What would you say if someone invited you to a spa? I'm sure you would jump at the chance as it would give you the opportunity to relax, switch off and unwind after the stresses of a busy week. I'm sure you would love to enjoy the spa, chat with friends and simply take time away from daily life where you indulged in a little "me time"

What would you say however if you went to a spa and it was a full naturist spa? Would you be curious? Would you jump at the chance, remove your clothes and have a fantastic day or would your inhibitions be too much?

I was very recently told about a Naturist Spa, and I genuinely was curious. How would I react once the underwear came off? Would I become all shy and reserved or would I be happy to flaunt my body and not have a care in the world.

Wannabe or True Slave..?

Believe in fate? Are men and women born as leaders or do they become one? Is there such thing as natural talent or do folks learn via coaching and training? In turn are you born a slave or is it something you just pick up via media, advent of the internet...etc..etc.

Well as with all I write on this blog now and in the future I can only speak from experience...first hand experience.

I may be a very well experienced tvMistress and am very good at my craft but I am a slave to my wife and Mistress. For me I believe I was born a slave.

As a young boy I can remember seeing women like Joan Collins, Debbie Harry, Siouxie Sioux and even the old Top of the Tops Pans People girls and wanting to be under their spell. In the main these women were/are no nonsense women that knew/know what they want. As I say I was a young boy...6/7/8...9 at a push and I wanted to be under their spell.

Hello and WELCOME @tvMistressPaula - newest delicious blogger

It is hard to find great blog writers with super saucy, deviant and delicious interests. So, it is with GREAT PLEASURE that I welcome tvMistress Paula to this growing blog of wicked writers.

You can also reach her at: https://twitter.com/tvMistressPaula

Read her post here

From wannabe to slave to tvMiss to cuckold...and more

Well it's an honour to be granted permission to contribute to Mistress/Lady Leylas blog.  I hope I can add a differing dimension to this wonderful alternative lifestyle that 'we' with live, dream about, dip in and out of or just purely fantasise about.

I am one of the lucky ones in my view and it's been a long and sometimes painful journey...and that's with no pun intended!!!

More posts will follow but it is fair to say I have 'been there' when it comes to understanding this lifestyle.  Have I seen it all...well no, I would not be arrogant enough to say that...but at the same time I do understand a lot, have lived a lot and very much understand the mind of a slave.  I know how to serve and as a result I know and understand how a Mistress should be served too.  In tune I know how to dominate men and know what makes them 'tick' and what buttons to press..or not press as the case may be.  Takes one to know one and all that! :)

The Answer isn't Classified

I like to muse on life's little quirks and one thing which always amazes me is how our species play the dating game. To that end I sometimes browse the classifieds groups on Fetlife - there are so many to choose from - purely out of a vague sense of curiosity you understand, and I’ve noticed something which I believe requires further research. But I’m too lazy to do any proper research such as would stand up to peer review, so I’ve flicked across a few pages and clicked here and there then gone to get a beer (and that’s the basis of male research in a nutshell). Here’s what I’ve made up… er, I mean discovered through diligent and painstaking work:

A female posts an advert looking for a man, woman, dog, cat, new fridge, whatever – hundreds of comments and I’d expect PMs running into the thousands.

A man posts an advert looking for anything he can get... tumbleweed… no, wait, one or two get a reply! Oh, it’s only a bump by the OP or a “good luck with that” comment by another male adrift on a sea of desperation.

A week later:

Mistress, Her nurse and the colour pink

Submitted by: MAX

Sitting in my office, I wondered what my Mistress was planning for our next session. It has been months since our last session. How angry would she be, would she punish me…of course she would be angry and punish me. I quivered with anticipation.

My home life prevented me from completing my journey. My wife refused to allow me to shave; she chided my attempts at cross-dressing as role-play. It was nearly impossible to follow my training and practice my lessons. I was not following the plans Mistress had for me to become a sissy, a mincing little sissy.

Every time we met, she would dress me in pink, red or black lingerie; complete from head to toe, including a wig and make-up. I never felt freer than in her presence as her Sissy Maxine. She trained me in bondage and punishment, dildo and butt plugs; and giving oral and anal service. I began to find myself mincing about the house and began wearing lingerie under my suits. My latest training was in the art of rubber and latex…

Mistress demanded I begin to shave and dress during the day and wear my butt plug and heels. Unfortunately, I could not comply. Mistress was vexed and said she was working on a plan to totally transform me into her slave, but she gave me no details.

I was leaving the office one day, when my wife called and started yelling, “How dare you write me a letter telling me you’re leaving me and you never want to see me again.” Just as I started to respond, a van pulled up and some men jumped out and put a hood over my head and threw me in the van and bound my wrists and ankles. As I shouted for help, they gagged me and then came the smell of chloroform…

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6 Slightly Tongue in Cheek Rules for the Dating Game

I’m trying to post something on here once a week and Friday seems a good day to do so. But this Friday I’m stuck in business meetings all day so instead I’ll have to throw something together quickly and do it now for you my liebchens.

Men! Yes you over there; stop slouching and pay attention.

Do you have trouble dating the fairer sex? Do they look through you, over you and even past you whenever you try to engage them in conversation? Fear not my friend, help is at hand.

Now I’m no oil painting. I’m going more for the rugged good looks here, if rugged means like a piece of weathered concrete sitting in the weeds having decayed and fallen from a ruined building. I have no secret talents and no, well not the last time I checked anyway, spectacular parts of my anatomy guaranteed to make all women swoon at my feet. But I have lots of fantastically beautiful women as close friends. How? I shall swiftly pull aside the curtain of closely guarded secrets in the attraction game and reveal 6 startling nuggets of information to you.

1. Be confident in who you are. If you’re a grey-faced civil servant from the home counties then be sure in your heart and mind you’re the best darn civil servant there ever was.
2. Don’t boast, be self-deprecating. No one likes a boaster. Instead make fun of yourself a little.
3. Don’t be afraid. You’d be amazed to know the beautiful and sexy lady across the room just wants someone to talk to but all the men think, “She’ll never want to talk to me.” She probably will and what have you got to lose?
4. Have a sense of humour! Women are human too; they love to have a good laugh as much as anyone else. This is especially true if you can combine it with #2 above.
5. Be clean. No, not by telling politically correct anecdotes and jokes. I mean get a bath or a shower, and a shave too (those of us with beards are excused a complete shave as long as you tidy that fuzz to something neat instead of the abandoned bird’s nest you sport now). The ladies don't like a smelly guy and why should they? Would you like a smelly girl? (Don't answer that.)
6. Be yourself. We think we’re good at pretending to be someone else, someone interesting and exciting, but the girls will see right through that in a second. We’re all unique so celebrate that fact.

There’s a lot more I could tell you but I’d risk being thrown out of the cool guys club and we don’t want that to happen. But, if you book a session with the wonderfully sexy and beautiful Mistress Leyla let me know and I’ll reveal more… ;-)

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