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Fantastic Friday

Last week I spent an afternoon at the Chapel Dungeon doing another of our increasingly popular Mother and Daughter domination sessions. We really enjoyed the session and so apparently did Slave P, so much, in fact, that he sent the following account of his time with us, and this is what he said, giving it the title of ‘Oh Poor Prue’: –

“Behind the door of the Chapel Dungeon there awaits a truly unique experience, guaranteed to tempt tease and torment any slave who considers himself bold and brave enough to submit to what can only be described as the ultimate in Female Domination.

As a slave who considers himself to be both bold and brave, I have been privileged to experience this unique experience of Mother and Daughter domination from Mistresses Linda and Vanessa on previous occasions and can confirm it becomes an experience you will yearn to repeat.

So once again there I stood, locked in the cell, awaiting the attention of the Mistresses. On a previous visit, Mistress Vanessa had, with twinkle in eye, teased me with the threat of a sissy transformation, which I had never thought of as my kind of thing, but being a slave who is ever eager to please, I had rather foolishly attended today’s session wearing a black lace thong, hoping this would be enough to please the Mistress, oh how wrong can you be! As the Mistresses entered, I was met with a vision of elegance and beauty clad in figure-hugging black PVC. Hiding any degree of excitement in flimsy lingerie is, I now know, impossible. Mistress Vanessa was amused but not impressed by my dribbling cock and decided it was time for some impromptu slave humiliation and so quickly added to my ensemble a bra, blonde wig and instruction on walking like a lady. Just when I thought the situation could get no worse, Mistress Vanessa turned to Mistress Linda and said, “Oh, what shall we call her? She needs a name”. Names were quickly suggested and rejected before Mistress Vanessa declared, “I know, Prue, we shall call her Prue”. Both Mistresses were agreed, the Chapel’s new girl had been named. “What’s your name?” asked Mistress Vanessa. “Prue, Mistress” I replied. “That’ right”, she said, “Prue, now Prue, come here and get over my knee”. As Prue lay over Mistress Vanessa’s knee, receiving her much-deserved spanking, she could only wonder how her training may progress in the future.

Humiliation over for now, and play reverted to the more familiar  territory of pain and torment, a trip to the barn dungeon next door beckoned, whereupon I was strapped to the cross and hoisted aloft, complete with firmly affixed nipple clamps and ball weights. Freely floating in mid-air, I was now very much at the mercy of the two Mistresses and they knew it, so followed a furious flogging to front and back. Things by now were really in full cry and in no time at all I found myself back in the red room, undergoing what can only be described  as shocking electrical torment. Were my groans those of a slave in a state of torment? Or a slave in a state of ecstasy? In truth probably both, as the Mistresses are truly gifted in the art of dispensing pain and pleasure, simultaneously and in equal measure.

After being unplugged from the National Grid, it transpired I was in the perfect place to receive some hefty corporal punishment. In short I was in for another damn good thrashing. Mistress Vanessa was quick to commence punishment proceedings, going in good and hard with what seemed like every strap available in the Chapel Dungeon. Strapping complete and for me some brief respite, as both Mistresses deliberated which canes to use on my bright red behind. Canes chosen and the Mistresses were quickly into their stride, taking it in turns to deliver successive batches of perfectly aimed and precisely delivered  full-force strokes from each and every cane they had elected to use.

An end to yet another perfect session in the Chapel Dungeon, in which this slave had amongst other things been humiliated, beaten, strung up, flogged, electrified and subjected to yet another merciless caning.

According to the internet other Mistresses are available, however I very much doubt any of them have the ingenuityof Mistress Vanessa or the skilled refinement of Mistress Linda.”

Thank you, Prue, for your account of the session and your kind words. I can assure you all that we enjoyed it very much too.

Slave C’s Review

Following on from his next session, Slave C has sent me this review.

“I first had the pleasure of meeting the lovely Mistress Vanessa at a BDSM party hosted by her equally lovely mother, Mistress Linda, many years ago. After that day I defected for my regular pain fix to Mistress Vanessa, a point that is often made back to me when I see her Mum at the regular slave day/caning parties. All said in good part I might add.

I have lost count of the number of times I have sessioned with Mistress V, and you might think that over the years it would be difficult to keep the spark, the same interest and enthusiasm for sessions, but believe me it is easy, easy because we know each other quite well, easy because she does have such a brilliant imaginative mind and easy because I am game to try most things at least once. Although I do have a NO Entry sign tattooed on my bum-hole which Mistress totally respects.

And so I move on to the pleasure/pain pot where we each put 6 BDSM themed items on a piece of paper and placed into the tin. Mistress gave you all a very good account of the first session and I have the honour of providing the second account so here goes.

I followed her up the stairs to the pain/pleasure room, a good few steps behind her so I could better appreciate the view as her slender legs and exquisite bottom walked seductively up the stairs, encased in the finest lingerie, well certainly her legs were, the rest was left to my perverse imagination. An exchange of pleasantries was followed by me undressing and going over those beautiful legs and knee for a warm up spanking. Warm up spankings are so nice, so lovely and sensuous, a nice way to ease into a session and allowed yet another early glimpse of those stockings and heels. Mmmmmm. Moving on to more serious pain, three straps laid across bared cheeks presented over the spanking bench. One of three certainly made more of an impression, hardly surprising then that it was a genuine Lochgelly Tawse and although it looked the less evil of the three be assured it certainly packed a punch and made me take notice. Six cane stripes were added to complete the warm up, making my cheeks red, striped and hot to the touch. Wonderful.

So to the tin.                                                                                                                                                                                         One of Mistress’s selections – Predicament Bondage                                                                                                               My cock and balls were tied up, I then laid on my back, a rope was fastened to the cock bondage and then passed over the suspension frame, running back to my feet which were manacled together. I was instructed to raise my feet about 18 inches from the floor, the rope was then pulled tight so that if my feet were lowered the rope would pull on my cock and balls stretching them, so you get my predicament. Now I am a reasonably fit person but I am not an athlete and so it was only a few minutes before my legs tired, ached and then I sought some respite by lowering them, only of course to have the rope tighten and stretch my man tackle, which did look a little dejected and sorry for itself suffering this painful stretching. Mistress V can be a sadistic Lady to rival most Dommes, but she does have the safety of her submissives at heart, and after all you never know when the tackle may come in useful, so with her normal delectable smile she let me out of my predicament, the relief as my feet touched the floor was heavenly.

My turn to pick out of the tin.                                                                                                                                                       Another one of Mistress’s selections – Bastinado                                                                                                                 Obviously I had heard of this and knew what it meant, but not something we have ever tried and so I was laid on my back along the length of the spanking bench. Ankles were fastened to a portable bar and then raised up to present the soles of my feet for punishment. Mistress first used a cock whip but this wrapped round my ankles so was changed for a cock strap. Owwwchhhhh that hurt and in fairness the strokes were not that hard but six had my undivided attention. A thin whippy cane was used to give me a further six, which again hurt like hell and I cannot bear to imagine what it must be like to be punished in this manner like they do in some middle eastern countries.

Now something not out of the tin but what we were discussing as the session progressed was caning using two canes simultaneously with light strokes really fast up and down the back, bottom and legs. This was a gane that the dynamic duo (Mistress and her Mother) had recently tried at a caning party and some of the most hardened pain sluts had succumbed to the safe word in only a few seconds. Would I like to try, why not, so released from my Bastinado position I went onto my front. I was asked how long did I think I would last before having  to shout – Stop – one minute I said with bravado, really? came the reply which immediately put my mind in doubt, however in for a penny in for a caning so, oh my that hurt the repetitive mild strokes really built up quickly into a most painful caning and I did well to keep my mouth shut before shouting – Stop Please Mistress – after 20 seconds. And that was just with two canes, imagine if there were another two canes at the other side. No Thank you Ladies.

I need to explain fellow submissives the last pick from the tin and why I put it in so you get the idea. It may be just me but if I bring my legs up when I masturbate at the point of orgasm I cannot keep my legs in the same position, they immediately go down and I am unable, despite trying numerous occasions, to keep them bent and up. Try It! So with this in mind we went on to the last pick from the tin. Cum Zipper.                                                                      Three clothes pegs were tied together at 6 inch intervals with string which were then pegged to the inside of each of my thighs so six pegs in total. The end of the string was then attached to my ankle cuffs, my legs were of course brought up to my chest, the string was tightened to ensure that even the slightest movement of my ankles would ensure pressure was put on the pegs. Mistress then used her magic massager to bring me to an orgasm, the feeling of the pleasure building and yet with the knowing of what will happen if I came was intense, my mind was trying to focus elsewhere to delay the inevitable but with the closeness of Mistress, with her scent and her smile I exploded and with that sure enough my feet shot out and the pegs flew off my inner thigh flesh. The pleasure of the orgasm was not overshadowed by the pain of the peg zipper on vulnerable skin, if anything quite enhanced. Next time maybe 6 on each thigh or something a little stronger than pegs. Maybe…….

That concluded our Pain/Pleasure choices from the tin for that day. I must say I am intrigued to know what that bucket of water, placed in the corner for the last two sessions, and as yet unused, what pleasures/pains await. Perhaps I will be allowed to tell you on another occasion.

Slave C”


Extra Tuition for Recalcitrant pupils

    On this occasion, the Headmistress of the Chapel School (aka Mistress Linda) and myself, the Deputy Head (aka Mistress Vanessa) decided that we had to do something different, as we has a number of boys who were really in need of specialised tuition and discipline, as they were failing in all aspects of learning and behaviour. So we summoned all five of them to a special day on which we hoped that old-fashioned study and suitable chastisement would improve their attitudes and performances.

I rang the bell from the Headmistress’s study and a hustle and bustle ensued as they took their places standing by their desks, ready for registration and inspection of uniforms. After that, the lessons began, the first being History. 20 questions were to be answered and they were told that anyone failing to get 10 or more of these right would be punished in front of the class. Only one achieved this meagre level, so the Headmistress and I took each boy in turn and made him present his bare bottom over our knee for a good old-fashioned hand-spanking. One of the boys seemed to find the occasion amusing so he received 20 with a plimsoll which soon wiped the smile off his face!

The next lesson was General Studies and most of them wriggled as they sat on their burning bottoms. The same conditions applied, except that the punishments would be more severe. Half way through the test one of them was caught with his mobile phone trying to find the answers. He received 6 strokes of the ruler on each hand so would not be holding his phone for a while, and the phone was confiscated. The results of the test were abysmal, but we weren’t surprised, so they were lined up and each one was bent over the Headmistress’s desk and given one stroke with the Scottish Tawse for each question they had got wrong. Yelps of pain were heard from all sides!

This led us nicely to lunch-time and we both hoped that more would be achieved in the afternoon session. But of course we would be able to incfrease the severity of the punishments if it wasn’t!!

And of course it wasn’t! So, after all of them failed to reach 10 in the Geography test, they were ordered to the punishment room. Here every kind of punishment was meted out – flogging with a rubber whip, paddles, tawses and other straps, and the boy who got the fewest correct answers over all the tests was flogged with a knotted cat o’ nine tails. Finally, because of the dismal performances during the day, we decided that each needed a thorough caning. One of the boys had to leave early for a dental appointment, but, as I am always fair with the pupils,  I said that he could be the first to be punished! The lowest achievers were caned from both sides by myself and the Headmistress.

Dealing with these miscreants had been very hard work so we both decided to allow ourselves a little fun at the end with a caning competition to see which boy could take the longest ‘Chopstick Caning’ . This is something we have done before using one cane in each hand and delivering strokes as fast as possible up and down the buttocks. Needless to say, none could withstand such a barrage of punishment for very long!!

If you would like to attend one of these School Days, please note that you must have sessioned with one of us beforehand, so that we can establish limits.

Slave C

Hi everyone,

I was hoping to have put up a new blog before now but have been very busy dealing with old and new slaves, and also organising the next School Day along with Mistress Linda. I’ve had lots of fun sessions, so I’ll start with one from the other day that was quite interesting.

This involved Slave C. He is a long-standing and loyal slave, whose main interest has always been CP, but in the previous session I had said to him that it was time for us to widen the scope of our activities and perhaps try a gentle introduction to some new things, so I told him to go and write down 6 new things that he was interested in but possibly too scared to try. I said that I would also write down 6 things that I wanted to try with him, and then, when he came for his next session, we would put all 12 in a tin without our seeing the other’s suggestions. Of course, he knew better than to ask for certain things! And I too, of course, knew not to suggest anything that I knew would be completely out for him. During the session then, the papers would be put in sealed envelopes, and one would be drawn out at random, and that activity would be carried out.

Slave C duly arrived. I had spent some time preparing my chosen activities, and was ready for him. He was ordered to strip, and I put a collar on him. I allowed him to choose the first envelope, which he passed to me to open and reveal his fate! It was one of my choices – Sensory Deprivation. So he was ordered onto my Bondage Couch and fastened tightly with all the straps so that he could not move. He was hooded, blindfolded and prevente3d from hearing by the White Noise coming through the headphones over his ears. He was tormented and teased with various  items, some pleasant and some not so pleasant! A variety of sighs, gasps, yelps and squeals told me that Sensory Deprivation was something that he would definitely like to try again – perhaps even for a longer time!!

When I had released him, I told him to bring me the tin, as it was my turn to choose. I took the next envelope and opened it – his choice this time – nipple play – which surprised me as I know that he has always been reluctant to try anything like that. So I knew that I needed to be gentle at first and not use the most severe of my clamps. Not wishing to put him off at the start, I started by squeezing and pulling with my fingers. Then I moved on to the mild vibrating clamps, which always work well. Then I decided to try another sensation, so I got some thin coarse rope, soaked it in surgical spirit and threaded it through the vibrating nipple clamps, pulling it back and forth across the already punished nipples. This was his short introduction to nipple play – pinching, vibrating, then burning – and it was fun to watch his face waiting for the spirit to heat his nipples up!

The third choice, one of his, caused a slight change of plan, as this could only be carried out at the end of the session. All will be revealed soon!!

The fourth choice – his yet again – was to have his erect penis whipped! First of all I used my trusty massager on him to ensure that it was as hard as possible, so that the whips would sting all the more! I told him that I would use 3 whips, each more severe than the previous one, and give 3 strokes with each. So I secured his cock in my vice so that it would stand out at the required angle, and gave him the first 3 which made him gasp each time. Then the medium one, which brought forth squeals and yelps of pain, and I knew that I would have to use the massager again before the last 3!! These duly followed and obviously hurt like hell!! Let’s just say I’m glad my house is detached!!!

This brought us nicely back to the third choice. He had wondered how it would feel to receive 12 very hard strokes of the cane after he had climaxed at the end of the session! So I used the massager on him first. As many will testify, asking me for 12 very hard strokes of the cane is not something to be undertaken lightly!! But that was what he had suggested and that was what he got! “Excruciating” and “Never again” were his words!! But even so, it might happen!!

That was all we had time for. It was another enjoyable session and we agreed to do some more next time.

Thanks to Slave C. Watch this space for the next instalment and also for the antics and escapades of School Day!!


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