News on My Photo Shoot - Nov. 18 and 19

Mistress Tanya Photo Shoot

Nature has bestowed her gracious gifts upon us Goddesses, in my case wavy blond hair and an hour glass figure. Yet in return we owe Nature our own tribute by maintaining, even enhancing, our physique and appearance. That is why I am to be found at least three times a week in the gym, spinning or weight training etc. In my experience many slaves like not merely a mental domination, but the feeling that they are controlled by a strong and powerful lady. I pride myself on a firm musculature in my abdominal muscles, slim legs and strong biceps. This of course makes my full breasts yet more alluring. Combined with my training in erotic dancing and modern ballet, I am sure that I have the full mystique of a Goddess.

“Why”, you may ask, “am I describing my regime of physical training at this moment?”   It is because I am planning a photo shoot in my discreet premises in Fulham for the 19^th of this month of November. There may also be some preliminary work on the 18^th as well. I shall be equipped in new apparel from “Agent Provocateur” and with new thigh length boots, the gift of a dear slave of long standing.  If you would like to take part in my photo shoot, please contact me in the usual way, but bear in mind places are limited. If you have not attended my Temple before, you will be delighted by my new state of the art dungeon, supplied by “Fetters”.   So please get in touch, you are guaranteed  plenty of sensuous fun.

So, to all present and would-be slaves, Mistress Tanya wishes health, happiness and prosperity in the run-up to the Festive Season.

Fitness, Food and Flogging

A bright autumnal morning greeted me as I walked briskly to my gym to exercise my biceps for serious caning. On emerging, an elderly slave of long standing, aka Friar Tuck, or as he prefers Mr Michelin, awaited me in the lobby. Always ready for lunch, he took me to a first rate French restaurant nearby, Bibendum, where a tasty meal, washed down with a light crisp wine, followed. During the meal my slave had the impertinence to tell me that he fantasised, while waiting, that he imagined himself as the globules of hot water that cascaded down my cleavage in the gym shower. He cringed as I flexed my caning arm, and after a short taxi ride back to my dungeon, I immediately removed his trousers and pants to administer a fearful flogging.  As the last blows rang within the dungeon, he whimpered and wriggled in an ecstasy of pain. “Let this be a warning to you, sinful slave,” I said. However, I tenderly smoothed some soothing lotion into his plump reddened buttocks, and gave those little things having down between his legs a firm massage. “Please take a photo of my bottom,” he said, as he handed me his camera. When I showed him the results of my activity, he smiled mischievously and requested another appointment. 

A day of Pleasure with “Mr Softie” & “Mr Tough-Guy”

Our Indian summer may have come to an end, but I am still enjoying inflicting pleasurable pain upon my retinue of slaves. However, first let me say I endured some pain myself, in a lung busting session in the gym; yes, even a goddess needs to keep those muscles toned. After this I met a slave of long standing, whom I call “Mr Softie”, who treated me to a champagne afternoon tea in a luxurious Mayfair hotel; ---but he did not escape my punitive attentions back in my dungeon. In his case it was a gentle session over my knee for a hand spanking, followed by being tied up for a little cock teasing.  As he is a loyal slave of long standing, I calmed him afterwards with a light Tantric massage. Then the contrast, “Mr Tough-Guy”, my favourite ex- marine, arrived for some extreme torture. I put him over my whipping bench for a fierce flogging. The dungeon echoed to the sound of the strikes!!! Still he wanted more, so onto my bondage wheel for a few spins, then upside down for some cock and ball torture, his particular delight being scrotum squeezing. He tells me that he has been trained to resist pain, but he said that he really needed all of it on this occasion. Afterwards we relaxed with a cup of tea, and exchanged news, before he asked to spend a quiet time in my new “puppy cage”.

So, another day filled with variety and pleasure has been accomplished.

A Letter from America

In response to many inquiries from my throng of slaves and thralls, I have put together this short account of my week in Florida. I intended in the main to have a rest from my work of disciplining the weaker sex, --- I mean gentlemen of course, but news of my visit had somehow slipped out, and in the event I was greeted at Tampa airport by one of my favourite slaves, who had driven all the way from Texas with a little posse of my admirers. Soon I was sunbathing on the sun-kissed sands of Miami taking the occasional swim in the warm water of the Atlantic. Every time I emerged from the water I was met by a slave with a parasol and another with large white fluffy towels. They were all obviously turned on by my designer bikini, so for the sake of decency I instructed them to wear baggy shorts. The one achieving the greatest degree of control was granted the special privilege of gently applying sun tan lotion to my back. The week passed by in relaxation and fun, and yes, I did feel obliged to gently chastise those naughty boys over my knee before the evening cocktails. Sitting on my balcony overlooking the dark sea, reflecting the lights of numerous boats and the stars above, I began to contemplate how many and various are the pleasures around and within us, if we simply embrace them without inhibitions. This leads me to recount the professional side of my short stay, namely an informal meeting of Dominas from Florida and beyond, ladies from The Deep South, sultry Hispanics and Texan girls, who had many tales to tell about rednecks, cowboys and old oil men. Hopefully this will encourage more submissives either side of the Pond to combine a holiday with some stern correction. Anyway, I am now again in Merry England, so let’s all resume our fun and games back home !