Mistress Tanya greets all her loyal following of slaves from the frozen wilderness of the Highlands of Scotland.
Filming is going according to schedule with your Diva taking the out of character role of “the damsel in distress”, looking out forlornly from the battlements of a high tower in an isolated castle, somewhere in the barren moors of The North.
After a day’s filming I am staying with my sister dominatrix Lady Macbeth, a truly fearsome lady. A steady stream of kilted submissives present themselves for a sound thrashing. True Scotsman wear nothing under the kilt, so her handmaidens simply lift the kilt of the gentleman for myself or my hostess to deliver a fierce caning. The cold climate is hardly suited to such a lack of underwear, and Lady Macbeth or myself give some withering humiliation of the shrivelled genitalia that are revealed! It seems the tougher the man, the more the craving for utter humiliation.
Lady Macbeth and myself will be dining with her chief priests in her Dungeon, where they will have the honour of either being our footstalls or be acting the part of faithful hounds to be fed with scraps under the table. Oh! I forgot to say that being Burn’s Night we will be eating haggis, tatties and neeps not without an exquisite single Malt, provided by Lady Macbeth’s devoted priesthood.
Then our masochistic priests will be rewarded with some cock and ball torture, their cries of pleasure and pain being drowned by the skirl of a bagpipe. So there really will be a “Highland Fling” to keep your Finnish Dominatrix warm.