Who do you think you are kidding Mr Putin? (on the persecution of LGBT people in Russia)

I was a little shocked while having lunch with a slave the other day that during our usual discussion of current events he hadn’t heard about what is going on with LGBT people Russia!! I looked at him a little gobsmacked, one of the things we have in common (apart from a love of perverted exhibitionist times in the dungeon) is a fairly lefty world view. I decided to add a some news of the plight of LGBT people in Russia to My blog.

What seems to be attracting a bit of interest in the mainstream press is the collision of the winter Olympics in Russia with new and highly reppressive laws regarding Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender people in that country, coupled with the Russian governments promise to arrest, detain and deport ANYONE speaking out on support of LGBT rights during the Olympics. Several members of a Dutch activist group have already been detained and deported after allegedly being involved with pro-gayrights groups in Moscow.
And Below is a rather fetching photograph of the gorgeous Tilda Swinton, breaking the laws in support of gay rights in Moscow.

Is there anything more fabulous that a politically engaged woman?

Those of us a little more in tune with the worldwide situation on LGBT rights know that the situation in Russia has been tough for a LONG time. It’s a country where any sort of liberalism, rebellion or difference is being stamped out systematically. Whether this is in the form of Feminist dissent against the church and state, the right to political protest, or freedom of expression for LGBT people. In 2012 members of the punk band ‘Pussy Riot’ staged a live rendition of their ‘punk prayer’ in Moscows central cathedral as a protest against the Orthodox Church leader’s support for Putin during his election campaign.

Band members Nadezhda Tolokoninikova and Maria Alyokhina are currently serving 2 year prison sentences.


The persecution of LGBT people in Russia has a wider context and a longer history than many are aware of, it’s not just ‘a single issue’ it is part of a massively restrictive political regime.

In 2012 The Russian government banned all gay pride events throughout the country for the next 100 years.

In 2013, laws have been imposed which prohibit speaking openly about or portraying being gay as anything akin to ‘normal’. In other words of you are gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgender in Russia today you better keep your head down your mouth shut and make sure no-one else is going to out you!! There is also talk of laws being introduced which will make it legal to forcibly remove children from parents who are gay or suspected of being gay.

Sad and frightening times, made even worse by the fact that the Russian public seem to have taken such laws as an incitement to step up the day to day persecution of LGBT people: Youtube is awash with videos of young men being entrapped and tortured for being gay by neo-fascist groups, one young man has died as a result of injuries resulting from such an event . There are ongoing reports of suicides, beatings and hardship.

As some one who has spent many years working in solidarity with LGBT rights groups, and who is a big QUEER themselves this current situation has a sinister ring to it. Putin’s insistence on ‘traditional’ gender roles, the centrality of the family, and that anyone outside of this be demonised sounds a LOT like the rhetoric of Fascism with its striving for ‘purity’ at all costs. Dear Mr Putin this really won’t do!!!

ImageThere are a demonstrations planned for this Saturday in London:

1-4pm outside the Russian Embassy and Kensington Palace Gardens.

The much neglected art of spanking

When I say neglected I am not implying that spanking is without enthusiasts, of course there are whole websites and video channels dedicated to producing interesting material to tickle you spanking fancy. Personally I never tire of watching Betty Page getting spanked.

No, what I am talking about is the way that spanking has in the past few decades been relegated to the ‘less adventurous corner’ by some within the BDSM world, robbed of it’s rightful place as a core practice and the acknowledgement of spanking as a delightfully sensuous art.

As a case in point I offer the example of some friends booked to do a kink show for some well known Sydney promoters a while back, the promoters advised my friends that they could do ‘anything they liked’ the sky was the limit, they were welcome to make the show as outrageous as they dared….’but no spanking please, it’s so passé!’.

How sad!! What a shame to see decisions of ‘taste’ being made by people who are really only knowledgable about what they think will pull in the prurient interest crowd and turn a buck. No thought paid for the serious fetishist, or those who may enjoy an erotic introduction to BDSM via an activity which so manages to combine impact play, Dominance and submission, sensual exploration and a sprinkling of humiliation.

I adore spanking, from the short sharp lesson of a trousers down startling stinging slap, to the slow and naughty OTK, bending a submissive over My knee, admiring the curve of their naked behind, testing those cheeks for such enticing characteristics as softness, pliability, wobble and of course examining the opening between those cheeks. It gives Me great pleasure to run My hands over a naked exposed pair of buttocks, to explore sensually perhaps with My hand clad in a soft kid leather glove, or satin, awakening the senses of My victim to delight before venturing further on into the game.

To begin slowly with a light cupping of the buttocks in my bare hand, a rounded palm administering barely a slap at all more of a slight cuffing, enough to set the skin aquiver and then slowly to sharpen those slaps to bring a slight redness to the smooth bare arse cheeks before me. Then to slowly examine that flesh again, to admire what I find within My possession at my leisure, to toy with, prod and tweak as I see fit. And finally to take a much firmer grasp on My charge and to raise my hand higher to deal out some much more lasting whacks, those which will leave a clearly visible print in the shape of My hand on the arse in question which should remain for at least a few minutes.

Of course it is extremely rare for spanking to leave any sort of lasting mark, even the palest and most delicate skin is unlikely to be marked by such an activity. But what fun it is to engage in the process itself, and to be sure the muffled gasps, the possibility of sobs, embarrassed cries or squeals for mercy create another kind of mark – that which can last in the memory for a very long time to come.

Spanking, it really is the most dizzying of pleasures, now who is going to offer Me their bottom for practice?

SexWorkers protest outside the Swedish Embassy, No to the Swedish model!! YES to sexworkers rights and decriminalisation!!!.


Yesterday it was My pleasure to go and exercise My democratic right to protest, better get in quick before the Tories privatise that too!!

The demonstration I attended was one of around 25 happening worldwide, mourning the murders of sexworkers Dora Özer (in Turkey) and Petite Jasmine (in Sweden). The murders signal the grimmest end of government indifference towards sexworkers rights and the danger that stigmatisation brings to working in the industry. Who would have thought that the idea of empowering people through decriminalising their work and increasing their ability to self organise would begin to sound far fetched?!!

The plight in particular of transexual sexworkers in Turkey has long been a matter for concern, these women are often the targets of violence and are not given any additional protection by state or police as a result. To the contrary, they are often harassed and ostracised.

The case of Petite Jasmine is particularly sad, not just because a woman lost her life, but due to the awful irony and injustice surrounding her death. Jasmine was an articulate proponent for sexworkers rights in Sweden, standing up against a system that claims to ‘protect’ sexworkers by criminalising their clients. Jasmin had lost custody of her children to a violent ex-partner, ….because she was a sex worker. She was later murdered by that same ex-partner who the Swedish state had chosen to select as the more ‘moral and upstanding’ member of society. A shakesperian level of tradgedy.

Ah Sweden, the country that brought us eugenics, weighing in with another win for wrong headed thinking…next they will be opening interment camps for our ‘protection’. Although One must be careful when making such jokes as exactly that situation is occuring in Greece with Transexual sexworkers being forcibly detained.

Glad to report that the demo was very well attended, the voices of the protesters were audible from at least three blocks away and the ears of those working in the Swedish embassy will be ringing for a long time. Shame on you Sweden….so often presenting yourself as the face of ‘liberal society’ yet with so many dirty little secrets in your closet!!

Back from holiday!!! Strange scenes in Vienna, it’s good to be home.

I confess, I was away longer than I had originally planned, such things happen especially when having fun. What I had thought was going to be a few days away from the dungeon has stretched into a couple of weeks.

Most of all I just wanted to start out My blog with the words ‘I confess’ ….I LOVE to hear confessions. Just typing the words instantly brought forth a flood of images,a  penitent slave on their knees, tears in their eyes, a blush on their cheeks and the delicious terrible secrets that would then spill forth. There is no better way to please Mistress than by revealing your embarrassing confessions and secrets.

Anyway, time in Vienna was rather interesting. One strange incident featured the compere for one of My stage shows waxing lyrical about their sexual desires, less of a confession more of a loud broadcast. Before we were introduced she was instantly visible as the person holding forth on her views on sex. All fine and good I suppose, but I do like an introduction first before hearing all the intimate details.

What struck Me as very odd about this party political broadcast on the joys of sex is that it WAS a very particular line, because as she regailed us with the wonderful ‘natural animal pleasures of sex’ (I imagined a voice over by David Attenbourough) she also made sure to say how this was ‘unless one is a pervert’. (try to imagine this is said with a look of absolute disgust and horror).

My dear travelling companion Miss Butterfly, was quick to inquire exactly what it was that our sexpert meant by the term ‘pervert’. The reply came that it was perhaps alright at home behind closed doors but she had ‘a friend’ (said in ominous tones) who was A DOMINATRIX (more outrage and scandal) this persons clients had no limits! They asked for awful disgusting things, for example: being locked inside a box for three days!!

Miss Butterfly and I looked at each other, one of those silent exchanges in which MUCH is said, and a silent decision was made to leave our dear ignorant compere very much alone, some arguments are really not worth engaging with. We did giggle a little tho and Miss Butterfly told me of a sexual exploration class she had taught recently where she had the participants list all the various ‘phillia’ they enjoyed (those things listed as perversions in the medical journals) and to discuss what fun they were.

In My books as long as we do no harm to others I can’t see the point in moralism and outrage, tho it makes a darn good role playing game in the dungeon. If by any chance there is someone who wants to be kept in strict confinement for three days as part of a professional session PLEASE DO CONTACT ME!! 😀

Dear Vienna, it was enlightening, very enlightening indeed!! It’s good to be back!!

Vienna Holiday 25th – 30th June

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Well seeings as London has had such a complete blazer of a summer so far I have decided to do what I did last year and get some sun elsewhere. While Berlin is a favourite destination, this year I have decided to visit friends in Vienna and spend a few days in hopefully MUCH warmer climes.

There are a few added cultural advantages too, I’m planning on catching up with the Bolivian feminist activist group ‘Mujeres Creandos’ and possibly even hearing Audre Lorde speak.

I want to travel light, just head out the door and go and enjoy myself, be in a new city, and enjoy the intellectual stimulation and the freedom. Except I’m having a bit of trouble fitting enough pairs of shoes into my light version of packing!! So far I have two pairs of sneakers, one battered old pair of converse, plus my new ones that are covered in metal studs, one pair of glittery silver high heels, one pair of super high perspex soled stripper heels, a pair of platform leopard print wedges, some sandals, a pair of boots (just in case) and three pairs of mid height mary jane/strict and proper shoes.

At this point in time I’m wondering exactly where to fit my clothes in….a familiar problem I have encountered so many times before!! Ah well let’s hope it really is lovely and warm and i will see you all here on My return!!

Small penis, humiliation, fantasy, role play and ‘The Patriarchy’. *le sigh*

I can feel a RANT coming on. Recently i have noticed a few comments from others that are very judging of other peoples kinks. If there is one rule I have held precious in the kink community it is ‘don’t judge other peoples kinks’! That and the important element that the privacy of the dungeon, or online connections, allows us to explore our fantasies.

So it is with some ire that I have noted some scathing remarks made of late about cross dressing and small penis humiliation, I’ve heard similar assumptions made about ‘enforced bi’ in the past. I’m not sure what sort of righteousness it is that inspires others to comment on worlds they know next to nothing about but while making Me slightly protectively annoyed it has also made me giggle.

Here are those ill informed assumptions: 1. That people into SPH are oppressing themselves and everyone else by enjoying a form of humiiation that focuses on penis size as a measure of manliness. 2. That ‘sissys’ and those who fetishize cross-dressing, and want to be forced to cross-dress of humiliated for it, hate women. 3. that ‘enforced bi’ is homophobic, everyone should be having homosexual sex as a matter of course to prove how queer friendly they are!

Of course what is missing from these assumptions (apart from any intelligence) is the idea of fantasy, fetish, the attraction of taboo and the excitement of sexual exploration. Desire is complex, often we may explore new aspects of ourselves in role play, we may ease into new skins, we may even rid ourselves of fears and demons, SAFE within the boundaries set.

The same people that judge others desires, would of course never dream to look at their own kinks in the same way. In My own life I adore all kinds of edge play, nothing makes me hornier than the idea of holding My houseboy down and raping him, I’m a sadist who most of all loves to get inside My submissives mind and inspire fear and embarrasment. Does any of this translate into a real time desire for violence or to be a complete asshole in the day to day? NO, OF COURSE IT DOESN’T. IT’S ROLEPLAY.

Any kinkster worth their salt understands the distinction between fantasy and reality, play is PLAY. Which doesn’t make it any less exciting, sexy, horny or thrilling, when we face each other breathless in the dungeon.

Plus…I would be rather SAD if there were no tiny penises to laugh at, sissies to encourage, humiliate and put to good use, or those nervous bi-explorers to be forced to suck cock.

Recommended viewing: the Bruce LaBruce film ‘Raspberry Reich’

the more x-rated version is ‘the revolution is my boyfriend’

Conference! Whoop! Whoop!


It’s still almost a whole month away but I am excited about the upcoming BDSM conference at the end of the month. I didn’t make it to the Easter Conference in Berlin, being otherwise occupied with house moving, so I have missed catching up with the international queer pervert community very much.

The past few days I have been perusing the list of workshops, thinking about how to choose between the three streams offered at any given time during the day. Taking note of international presenters I haven’t seen in a while and doing a little bit of swearing and cursing about the more obvious clashes.

What I love about all of the various conferences and gatherings during the year is that its a place to relax in the company of like minded perverts. Sharing knowledge and skills is invaluable, I’ve often learned a few tricks, been entertained, and seen hot demonstrations. But what I relish more than anything else is to look about me and know absolutely that I’m in a room filled to bursting with downright filthy kinksters. Happiness.

Community is a very arbitrary term, often misused and one which can sometimes fall short of our expectations. I’m realistic about the nature of this community of Dykes, trans and queers, despite the inevitable personality politics, occasional dyke drama and the diversity of opinions on any given issue present there IS a very strong sense of common purpose and belonging.

So yes! Very much looking forward to spending time on the perve farm!!

online perversion


I don’t think I have ever seen myself as ‘nerd’ material, I don’t own any horn-rimmed glasses or any cable knit cardigans with interesting leather buttons. I admit I sniggered while writing the words ‘horn-rimmed’ and that My ears pricked up at the mention of ‘leather’ buttons…oh and I’m not sure if everyone is already aware of My addiction to science fiction novels? But that’s as close as the comparison gets, I’m not much of a ‘stay at home’ type.

I’m some one who likes to get out and about. Lately I’ve been exploring the local wild areas as the weather gets warmer and thinking how lovely it might be to enjoy some outdoor humiliation sessions. A slave pinned down firmly in the undergrowth, afraid to cry out in case of attracting attention to their predicament. Myself laughing and applying just a little bit more pressure to tender regions, muffling those cries with My ample panty-clad behind. Stinging nettles aren’t the only things you should watch out for when out rambling.

I digress! What I wanted to talk about was having been without internet for something like TEN DAYS. Hilarious because beforehand I looked forward to this, planned all the things I would get done without being constantly pulled to the computer screen, but I found I missed the connection very much!

It was so much harder to keep up with and enjoy the little exchanges that I have with those who I train online. I missed My webcam sessions and the close connections I have on there, and of course I was unable to express and publish My opinions online!

So I’m glad to be back in the land of the keyboard as it gives Me so many opportunities to let My imagination run riot, and to find those who I will subject to the resulting mental concoctions designed to make your cock hard and your knees weak. What a happy hunting ground the internet is, it’s brought Me so many toys and playthings and now I’m making up for lost time, recording new clips and pictures and uploading them very soon.

That transgender thang

As a Kick Arse Queer Dyke sometimes the cultural gaps between My world and the straight (read heterosexual) world can seem confusing… both for me and the people I meet in My role as a professional Mistress.
To start with the categories and names that gender variant people use to identify themselves in My world differ a lot from most of the terms used in the sex industry. But although the names may differ the people are very much the same.

So in the interests of good communication and a little bit of mind broadening education here are a few musings on the many kinds of transgender expressions present in the world.

In my world of fags, dykes, queers, drag queens, drag kings, butches, high femmes, camp flamers, bears, cubs, sister girls, transwomen, transguys, gender queers, intersex, transmasculine, transfeminine, cross dressing, gender bending, bi-gendered multi flavoured fabulousness….. the main issue is not how or what gender you present yourself as, but in celebrating whatever you feel yourself to be.

Of course the queer world is not perfect! We LGBT people also have our own journeys of learning how to appreciate and respect each other. But most of my life I have lived in close community with people who have changed their gender, or might have a more fluid notion of gender: feeling free for example to present as a burly butch man one minute and the next to be all spangles, high heels and attitude as they strut across the floor as their own special creation.

When I first began working as a professional Mistress I was mystified by the category of ‘Sissy’, especially in terms of enforced feminisation.
In My queer world exploring your gender is a thing to be supported and nurtured, not mocked or forced on anyone. But the longer I observed peoples expressions of desire and the requests they came to me with, the more I began to see how difficult it was for men who are trapped in the narrow confines of ‘heterosexuality’ to fully express themselves.

Very soon ‘sissy’ clients became some of my favourites, not only because there was a similarity to people I know and love in My own community, But because I also have a fetish for a silkily clad body, the glimpse of a satin pantied arse, and the lovely transformation in both energy and dynamic that takes place when dressing a sissy submissive. It’s definitely one of those activities that brings out both My protective and predatory instincts, converting a previously masculine person into their feminine counterpart is guaranteed to have Me be both nurturing and exploitative of that sluttish energy.

It’s my firm belief that if more guys felt more relaxed about cross dressing, wether as a fetish or as an exploration of an aspect of their gender, then the world might be a much happier and healthier place. Sometimes I feel exhausted just watching the amount of work that men put into convincing everyone else how macho/straight/dominant and secure in their masculinity they are. *yawn*
So gender re-education is sort of My little gift to that very stressed sector of society.

In my lifetime I have had relationships with women, men, transwomen, transmen, gender queer people, and refer to myself as a gender queer femme dyke, I like to dress in high heels, I love leather, I often like to be called ‘Sir’. Those of you who are fans of My strap-on videos will be aware that I like to make porn with the lovely transboytom, and that he is a boy who once upon a time was a girl, FTM transgender. A boy with a cunt, yes really. It’s a big wide world out there with all kinds of wonderful people in it, and I’m very happy to be able to help so many of you explore.
note 1: gender is not the same as sex.
It may seem like a new idea to some of you (or not) but a persons gender: wether they name themselves as male, female, or some other kind of gender is NOT dependent on the genitals they have. Some people have surgery or take hormones as part of their transition, some people don’t.

note 2: sexuality is not the same as gender.
Enjoying cross dressing as a fetish does not necessarily mean you are queer!
On the other side of things if you are expressing a yearning to throw caution to the wind, be cross-dressed, tied up and fucked to within an inch of your life, then don’t rule out the possibility that being a bit queer might turn out to be absolutely lovely!

note 3: gender is complex.
Some people transition ‘A to B’: from identifying as one particular gender to it’s ‘opposite’.
Other people move around in their gender expression, they might not identify as any particular gender or they might express a two, three or more different aspects of themselScreen Shot 2013-04-01 at 21.25.32ves through different gender identities.

Bound and gagged…. (or how I escaped macrame hell)


Some time ago I had the pleasure of attending a local SM Dykes workshop on rope bondage.

Now rope is not one of the things I would put in my top 20, or even top 50 list of ‘kinky things I like to do before dinner’. I have been known to refer to the explosion in popularity of rope groups, workshops, events and photo-shoots as ‘macrame for perverts’, and to regard it with as much interest! So it was a pleasant surprise to find Myself won over in the course of the workshop.

I do love restraints! I’m certainly one of those people who will come at you armed with a baseball bat and a roll of gaffa tape: ‘hold still while I bind you tight or else!’ …and who knows what will happen to you once you are helpless. I also love to strap down My victims to a sturdy leather bench, feeling the strong leather straps in My hands and the bite of leather against skin as I secure My subject, vulnerable and beyond the ability to escape.

But what My problem has been with rope is the kind of over technical and rather nerdish virtuosity I have seen demonstrated in the past. Make no mistake, SKILL is a wonderful thing, its great to see some one who is a real master in their craft. But when I see more attention paid to how a knot is tied, what kind of rope is being used and who is tying; than how HOT a scene is and how much energy is present between the players…. then my heart sinks.

The workshop: An hour and a half of watching and and trying various techniques with rope, and what grabbed my attention was that not only was the presenter extremely proficient with rope but she had a PASSION for her material. She was a rope sadist, her senses alert to how the friction of rope sliding across skin might feel, or how to hold ones submissive helpless while tying, her focus was on producing erotic tension and excitement when playing with rope. She laughed, she pinched her submissives helpless flesh, and she used rope as a tool of her Dominance. Now there’s woman after my own heart. That’s what captured My attention and introduced Me to a new interest.