Body Worship with Mistress Tanya of London

Away Day With Mistress Tanya of London

I am "John the Taxi chauffeur" extraordinaire to that superlative diva, Mistress Tanya of London.

So that is why early one morning last week I pulled up in my black cab outside her chambers. Immediately the tall figure of Santino, or as I call him "Kensington Clint", appeared, loaded with the costumes and instruments of the Mistress. -Birmingham full speed- he said, as he held open the door for the goddess. Though she was anonymously dressed in a track suit and trainers, there was no concealing the blonde hair falling in cascades over her shoulders and her hour-glass figure. We were off, leaving London stirring into life behind us, as we sped towards the M.1. Santino was soon employed massaging the Mistress' feet for her long day of photographic posing for her constantly changing website. No, Santino!, I exclaimed, -no, you cannot start worshipping Mistress' arse, my cab does not have black-outs! Anyway, we were soon at the studio, and I enjoyed watching the action.

Mistress Tanya of London donned a very tight corset, a real 'waspie', which drew gasps of admiration all round. Next she posed in a very brief revealing bra and hot pants, displaying her beautifully toned abs. I am a connoisseur of breasts, but believe me, I could live and die in that cleavage. Santino, Mr Cool, could hardly restrain himself, though his tight body stocking no doubt prevented the obvious reaction. I was hopelessly out of control; lucky I had bought some spare pants, I thought. Santino and the Mistress then did some poses together, this time Santino was able to indulge his favourite pleasure of arse worship.

Lucky so and so! I thought, but the Mistress is a kind goddess, and like Venus of old knows a man's thoughts. You deserve a little reward for your faithful service, - she whispered. Soon I was across her knee for a sharp spanking, which somehow seemed sweet and gentle. All good things come to an end, and all too soon we were heading south, all feeling happy and satisfied with a successful and productive day.

A London Foot Fetish Episode

London on a dark drizzly day, so typical of this summer, may seem dispiriting, the more so as I watched the traffic sending out clouds of spray down Piccadilly, and as ever on such a day, no taxis available. I retreated into the Ritz Colonnade, when suddenly I saw a black cab, which I hailed. As I advanced an immaculately dressed man emerged from nowhere to get in the taxi, -- but he was a gentleman, stepped back and opened the door for me with a gracious bow. I was impressed, and given the rain and the absence of taxis, I suggested we share the vehicle.

Seated beside him, I could not fail to notice his admiring glances at my slim dancer's legs, and more especially I caught his eyes fixed on my feet.

- My dear - said he - I do apologise, but your dainty feet seem wet, and I dare say cold, please allow me! He paused, then withdrew a delicate silk handkerchief from his pocket and most tenderly dabbed my feet dry. His gentle attentiveness bordered on worship as he tenderly placed my feet on the back seat and sank to his knees.

-May I-, he said softly; I nodded assent, then he fondled my feet lovingly and kissed them from ankle to toe, apparently fascinated by my brightly coloured nails. By now the taxi had passed down Knightsbridge and was sailing down the Brompton Road.

-Will you permit me to take you to Harrods- he asked, -they do a splendid tea-. I must say that I was rather excited, but London of course is full of the unexpected. To cut a long story short, we enjoyed tea in those elegant surroundings, after which he insisted on buying me my favourite perfume and a bottle of pink Champagne. I realised the hint, and soon another cab had taken us to my Chambers in South Kensington.

He wanted to prostrate himself and worship my feet more, bathing them in the pink Champagne. I could see his state of arousal, so for his comfort, I allowed him to strip naked to continue his worship. As a reward I removed my blouse and sprayed a little perfume down my deep cleavage.

-Oh Goddess, I cannot restrain myself- he murmured.

-You must-, I said, -you must enjoy the gradual ascent to climax-, and I slipped a restraint on to the base of his penis almost isolating his scrotum. 'Thank you, Mistress, you are so knowing and skilful'.

And so we had a wonderful session and a glorious time, in contrast to the sombre weather outside. After paying a more than generous tribute, we arranged a further meeting.

New Boundaries

Strolling through the City & West End after visiting 17 Gough Square, I was observing what a cosmopolitan city London is, diverse, tolerant and always interesting. As Dr Johnson once stated "the man who is tired of London is tired of life". So I am always keen to assist this ever increasing variety and widen the boundaries. It chanced that on this very afternoon I received a call from a couple, who wanted to broaden their range of sensual activities. The lady of a submissive character wanted to become dominant, and her man, by nature dominant, wanted to submit. They came to me for guidance both on the psychological front and the physical.

In my London dungeon I explained that the lady must herself first experience a genuine submissive act to understand its full erotic potential. She gladly underwent spanking and quite a severe caning. There must be trust and a sensual bond between sub and Dom. Under my careful instruction she bent her man over and delivered a beating of gradually increasing intensity. She was delighted by his instant response of an erection of great rigidity. However I commanded him not to ejaculate except on my command, and showed my new pupil how to apply penile restraints. After being laid flat on the floor he was allowed the privilege of her sitting on his face, before some trampling, followed by foot worship. By the end of the session, he was utterly physically subservient, while she was taking her first step inbeing more dominant. This couple had thus learnt a new range of erotic experience. I, for my part gained satisfaction in my role as Matriarchic teacher and mentor. Residing over a Master to establish hierarchies of dominance is challenging and very rewarding for all taking part.

I, for my part gained satisfaction in my role as Matriarchic teacher and mentor. Residing over a Master to establish hierarchies of dominance is challenging and very rewarding for all taking part.

An appreciative email.

Dearest Mistress Tanya of London,

I cannot find the words to thank you for raising my awareness and appreciation in reverencing a Goddess. When I entered your London dungeon, I was overwhelmed by the vision of your cascading blond hair and figure that has rarely been seen since the days of Marilyn Monroe.

My pleasure began with your sensuous hand then paddle spanking, followed by the skillful insertion of a butt-plug, in preparation for the climax of my session. However, it was only due to the authority and control, exercised by your Goddess like power, that I did not copiously ejaculate then and there. As it was you gave me the most excruciating pleasure of C.B.T with gentle but firm compression of my scrotum in parallel with the application of nipple torture through clamps. All this you know, Goddess, but I want to let you know the level of erotic pleasure that you gave me, especially when you brought me to climax by the fulfillment of my ultimate fantasy, being penetrated by a goddess with a strap-on.

I have joined you Members Section so that I can enjoy your divinity, even when I cannot visit you, and I would love to participate soon in your dramatic scenarios, such as being kidnapped and confined in a cage, then only being released to indulge boot and foot worship. Please remember me, a true worshipper of you, the Aphrodite of our time.